#a little angst

[hairmetal666]

By the grace of Robin Buckley, Steve gets into college.

She's his first real friend and it's because he knows her, loves her, learned to be a better person from her, that he's able to smile politely and take the hand of his new roommate. His long-haired, tattooed, dressed in all black roommate, who has already put up dark and menacing posters of bands Steve has never heard of and a bedsheet banner with the words "Corroded Coffin" painted on the fabric.

"Eddie Munson," his roommate says.

"Steve Harrington."

"Good to meet you, roomie." Eddie smiles so big it makes dimples pop. It's a good look. "Parents on the way with the rest of your stuff?"

"Oh, er--just me, actually."

Eddie's smile doesn't waiver. "Need some help?"

Normally, Steve would say no, but he just spent the last hour unloading Robin's stuff. "That would be great, thanks."

So, they work together to get Steve moved in, and as they work, he learns more about his roommate. He is a weirdo, an oddball, fundamentally strange, but Steve can't help but be charmed.

Eddie puts on music, something aggressive with loud guitars and drums, and Steve unpacks. He pulls out a picture of himself with the kids during one of their game nights, displaying it carefully on his desk.

"Wait," his new roommate says. "You? And the dnd children?"

Steve laughs. "They're the kids I babysit. You play that nerd game?"

Eddie's nose wrinkles. Something in the back of Steve's mind notes that it's cute. "Nerd game? Dnd is So. Much. More. It's--it's storytelling and strategy and--" Eddie stops, blinking at Steve. "You're fucking with me, aren't you?"

"Little bit," Steve smiles.

"I can't believe you know dnd. That you babysit nerds. You look like such a jock," Eddie shakes his head in disbelief.

"I am a jock," Steve agrees. "And I love those dorky little shitheads. I tolerate the game."

"Steve Harrington. You're just full of surprises, aren't you?"

"Guess so." The smiles they share are wide and sweet, bringing out Eddie's dimples in way that makes Steve long to touch.

After that, they're inseparable. Robin and Eddie and Steve. They study, eat, go to parties, hangout; anything, as long as they're together.

---

Three weeks into the semester, as Steve gets dressed after swim practice, he pulls a shirt out of his bag that doesn't belong to him. It's a black tee, Metallica logo front and center. He chuckles, puts it on. It's soft from wear and smells of laundry detergent and Eddie--cigarettes and leather and some kind of sweet musk. The scent puts him at immediate ease.

He meets Robin and Eddie for lunch. They were early, already have their food and seats, so he walks over to drop off his backpack. Eddie gives him a bright, dimpled smile, but within seconds his mouth is falling open a little, the tips of his ears turning bright red.

"You alright, man?" Steve asks.

Eddie startles, grabs his cup, jamming the straw into his mouth to chew at the plastic."You're--my shirt?" he says.

"Oh, shit. Sorry. Grabbed it by accident. I'll wash it for you."

His roommate flushes pink. "N--no, you don't have to worry about it."

He wants to question Eddie further--he's being so weird--but Robin interrupts. "Dingus! Go get food. Hurry up!"

He does as he's told, but when he comes back, Eddie is even redder than before, and Robin has a wide smirk across her face.

"What is going on with you two?" He asks as he puts his tray down.

Neither of them answer, andEddie launches into a passionate re-telling of some music student drama, so Steve let's himself be distracted.

---

It's mid-October and Steve's coming home from the gym, the one place that Robin and Eddie refuse to accompany him. As he nears his room, he hears music. It's not heavy metal, but something soft and slow and acoustic.

He tries to be quiet as he unlocks the door and enters, doesn't want to disturb Eddie, doesn't want him to stop playing. He never practices when Steve is home, says he doesn't want to be a bother with the noise.

Eddie's sitting on his bed, guitar in hand. There's a battered notebook open next to him, a pencil held between his teeth. He hums a bit, pauses to jot something down, and goes back to playing.

He looks beautiful, Steve thinks, bent over his guitar.

Steve is just about to announce himself when Eddie stops playing again. He writes something in the notebook before resting his head in his head. "Pathetic, Munson. Get it together," he mutters.

"Hi!" Steve says. It startles Eddie, who jumps and almost drops the guitar.

"Stevie!" Eddie stumbles to his feet. "I--uh--you're home!" His face is crimson.

"You're really good, man," Steve says. "I'd love to hear more sometime."

"Uh-huh, uh-huh," Eddie nods his head, grabbing for the notebook and slamming it closed. "Sure thing." He stuffs his feet into his Reeboks. "I gotta--I gotta go. Back soon."

Eddie stumbles out their door, notebook clenched firmly in hand.

He is so weird.

---

In mid-November, Robin gets invited to a party by a cute girl. They all go.

Steve isn't trying to hook up. He hasn't slept with anyone since they started school, too caught up with Robin and Eddie. But there's a girl, wavy brown curls and wide green eyes (he has the fleeting thought that they should be deep brown, that it's wrong that they aren't), and she's smiling at him.

Flirting with her is easy.

He doesn't know what breaks his concentration, but he turns to face the rest of the room, eyes falling on Eddie. Eddie who is watching him, his deep brown eyes swimming with hurt, with anger.

It sends a shock of pure panic up his spine. "Eddie!"

Eddie turns on his heel, disappearing in the crowd. Steve follows, but by the time he navigates through the partygoers, his roommate is nowhere to be found. He hurries back to their dorm, heart pounding in his ears, mouth dry.

It's dark in the room, though, and for a second he thinks Eddie isn't home, after all. But he turns on the light, illuminates the rigid lump under Eddie's quilt.

"Eddie?" Steve says, voice soft.

He doesn't respond, though Steve can tell he's awake. He tries again, but Eddie curls deeper under his covers.

Steve spends the night wondering what he did to hurt Eddie so bad.

---

They're back to normal after Thanksgiving. Steve is so relieved he doesn't even ask.

They stay up all night every night studying for finals. By the time Steve's last test rolls around, he's giddy and frantic. He grabs his textbook, shoves a notebook into his backpack, gets to the English building with just enough time to take a last look at his notes.

Only, he flips the notebook open and it's not his English notes. It's song lyrics.

Steve should close it. Put it back in his backpack. It's private. But he's already reading the lyrics written there. They're sexy. The song's about a guy, one Eddie seems to be totally gone for.

A line catches his eye, "need you on every surface in our room." He reads it again and again until the only thing he can see is the phrase, "our room." His whole body is warm, heat pooling, and he's chubbing up in his jeans in the middle of his English class.

Steve flips the pages, anything to get his mind off of that song, and that's when it hits him like a ton of bricks. All those weird moments--the t-shirt, the song, Steve flirting with a girl-- Eddie likes him.

Steve wants to rush to the dorm, wants to confess everything, even starts to stand, but--he has a final to take.

He makes himself close the notebook, but catches sight of another song as he does. It's a love song. It's plaintive and yearning and wanting. And every lyric is for him, about him, about things they did together. It's also unfinished, breaking off mid-way through the second verse.

He doesn't know how he missed it before, but as the professor hands out the test paper, Eddie is all he can think of.

---

When he finally gets back to the room, he finds Eddie's frantic, hair frizzed around his skull. All his bedding is on the floor, the drawers of his wardrobe pulled open.

"Eddie?" Steve asks.

"Have you seen my notebook?"

"What?" Steve's heart drops.

"The black one? It's kind of beaten up?"

"I--uh, yeah. Sorry, Eds. Accidentally grabbed it on my way to class." He pulls his backpack from his shoulder, unzipping it.

"Did you--did you read it?" Eddie's voice shakes, his face painfully red.

Steve doesn't know what to say, what to do. He wants Eddie. Has for a long time, just hadn't been able to put it together. And he doesn't know how to fix what's spiraling out between them.

"Eddie," he says. Can think of nothing else, hopes his desperation is clear in his voice. "Please." He closes the distance between them, slowly, carefully. Cups Eddie's chin in his hand.

They stare at each other, Eddie's eyes wide with shock. Steve can feel the other man's breath on his face, smell the tobacco and sweet musk scent of him.

"Every surface of our room, huh?" Steve asks.

Eddie's cheeks flush. He turns away, bashful. "Something like that."

"And if I want it too?" Steve whispers.

The words hang between them for several beats, before they both move to close the lingering distance between them. Their mouths slip together, like it's nothing, like they do this all the time. Steve grasps at Eddie's curls, fists a hand into his t-shirt, totally lost to the rhythm of the kiss, the easy slip of Eddie's tongue in his mouth.

Eventually, the come up for air, both pink cheeked and panting.

"You're full of surprises, Steve Harrington." Eddie breathes.

"Just wait," Steve smirks, moves in to nip at Eddie's bottom lip. "We have so many surfaces."

#steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #ficlet #oneshot #college au #best friends to lovers #fluff #eddie has a terrible crush #steve is oblivious #platonic stobin #a little angst #misunderstanding #they're all besties #eddie writes songs about steve #secret crush #and they were roommates

[coff33notforme]

Cuddling Hc's with the Disaster Twins

A/n: Sorry I haven't been posting I got covid and haven't really been feeling well enough to write but I'm feeling better so I wanted to write a little something for my boys ♡

Genre: Headcannons, Fluff, A little Angst

Gn Reader

Leo

Leo likes to have his face tucked underneath your chin or in the crook of your neck 

Because he likes to leave a little kiss on your jawline or neck just to be able to hear your soft laughter

He LOVES to cling to you 

He’ll have all of his limbs wrapped around you constantly 

Needs you to have your hands on him 24/7 or he won’t leave you alone about it

When your cuddling with him all of your attention should be on him no exceptions 

If your to busy scrolling through your phone or doing anything else that takes your attention from him he’ll began to litter your face with kisses until your begging him to stop

And in return you stop looking at your phone 

It’s a win win well for him at least 

Secretly loves when you cup his face to kiss him

Especially when you do it when your snuggled up together and you gently hold his face while gently kissing his soft face

It leaves him smiling like a dork anytime you do it

Goes to your house if he has a nightmare doesn't even care how late it is he needs to be held by you

He lets you wear his old Tees to bed as pjs 

Donnie

Extremely awkward at first

When your first started dating him every touch was treated like the plague 

You’d go to hug him and he’d almost instinctively jolt as you went to touch him

But the more you tried to offer these little gestures of affection the more he grew to like them

Though he was still extremely stiff    

The first time you ever really cuddle with him was on the couch 

He’d invited you over to watch a movie with him and you’d happily accepted albeit you had been a little tired from the day

But that hadn’t deterred you from going to spend time with your boyfriend 

As soon as you got there Donnie had ushered you to the couch 

You snuggled against him as the movie started 

Donnie remained silent enjoying the warmth of your soft skin contrasting against his 

But Donnie had completely frozen as he felt the soft thud of your head falling on his shoulder 

He waited for a moment before realizing you had fallen asleep 

The corners of his mouth curved into a small smile leaning into your warmth

#rottmnt x reader #rottmnt donnie x reader #rottmnt leo x reader #fluffy headcanons #fluff #a little angst #tmnt x reader #tmnt headcanons #tmnt leo x reader #tmnt donnie #tmnt donnie x reader

[metalheads-trash-bin]

They make me fucking ill

Coming out as cringe but I am free 😔

Reblogs, likes, and comments are always super appreciated!!

#south park craig #craig south park #sp craig #tweek x craig #craig x tweek #craig tucker #south park characters #i love south park #south park tweek #tweek south park #craig sp #tweek sp #sp tweek #tweek tweak #south park #south park creek #creek fanart #creek south park #creek sp #sp creek #gay pining #a little angst #if you will #giggles #lgbtq community #south park fandom #south park fanart #south park fractured but whole #south park stick of truth #south park snow day

[lac3rta]

Don’t Be Blue

Alexsandr and his emotional support Lasat.

Noticed that my art is primarily red/orange heavy. Decided to challenge myself by working with cooler tones. Have a lovely day!

#star wars rebels #garazeb orrelios #my artwork #alexsandr kallus #kallus x zeb #kalluzeb #a little angst #just a little #Lasat #fanart #Star Wars #tags tags tags

[lackadaisicallizard]

Everytime I get an email with a comment on the long game that’s just like “WHAT THE FUCK”, I don’t even have to click on it to know which chapter you’re on.

I surprised myself with that one, honestly

#the comments on every other chapter are so sweet and nice #I just threw a curveball in there #a little angst #if you will #jegulus #marauders #ao3 writer

[straykidsnerd255]

I'll Be Your Man: WereWolf!BangChan x Female Reader

Pairing: BangChan x Female Reader

Genre: Fluff/Angst- Hurt/comfort

Song: Pray- BTOB

Rating: PG-13

Warning: Blood, fighting, Werewolf!BangChan, swearing, Reader can see extremely far distances and can use repulsive magic(She can hold her hand up and throw people away from her a great distance), Reader gets kidnapped and choked.

A/N: I will do eight different versions of this one-shot! Enjoy! 

Word Count: 3K+

The rustling of the bushes unnerved you. You had wandered into the forest behind your house, not realizing it would suddenly grow as dark as night. As you moved further in, a grunt sounded from your right. Snapping your head in that direction, you looked around, hoping to find whatever made the noise. You carefully pushed bushes and vines to the side and saw what looked to be a large dog lying on its side. You carefully move towards the wounded animal, trying not to spook it however its head snapped towards your direction, its eyes on you as you move towards the front of it. A snarl leaves its lips, but it doesn’t move.

You kneel in front of the animal before looking it over. Its breathing was labored as if it had been running for a long time. Your eyes scanned the animal from head to toe. “I need to get you back to my place. I can’t make out the severity of the wounds out here.” You mumbled, trying to find something to help you with the wounded animal. The animal, clearly understanding your words, slowly began to stand up. A whine left its lips as it began to limp forward. You moved closer to the animal(you found out it was a wolf once it stood) and followed it. 

Relief washed over you as you saw your little house. You quickly raced towards the door and opened the door once you and the wolf were near the door. After entering the house, the wolf fell to the floor and whined in pain. You threw your things to the floor before running to your bathroom and grabbing everything you would need. Returning to the living room, you notice the wolf looking up at you with half-lidded eyes. You carefully knelt on the ground and gently pressed your hands against its fur. In the light, you noticed the black fur was matted down with blood and dirt but was still soft to the touch. 

You stood from the ground and walked into the kitchen. You grabbed one of the large pans you had and filled with with hot water tolerable to touch. You bent down to the bottom drawer of the sink and grabbed a washcloth before returning to the living room. The wolf looked up and growled seeing the pan in your hands but stopped when water splashed out the side. You sat down and scooted closer to the wolf’s side. “Easy boy. I’m just gonna clean the wound on your side and bandage you up.” You said, gently scratching behind his ear. 

His tail started wagging before he grunted and touched your leg with his front paw before taking it back and lying on that paw while the other was outstretched. You took the electric razor and gently cut away the fur that surrounded the wound. Dipping the cloth in the warm water, you gently began to dab at the wounds. He hissed when a certain spot was hit but didn’t move otherwise. “And finished.” You said, wrapping the bandage around his middle. His tail started wagging once again and he looked up at you. You stood from the ground and stretched your limbs out. You looked down at the wolf and noticed a scared look in his eyes. “Don’t worry. I’m not gonna send you away. You are injured and I have grown rather attached to you.” You mumbled before helping him up and getting him to your room. You carefully helped him onto your bed and watched him curl in on himself. He huffed tiredly before closing his eyes and falling asleep. You smiled at the sleeping wolf before turning around and quickly changing into pajamas. 

Around 2 am, you woke to the sound of your bed moving and creaking. You turned to your side and came face to face with a handsome man. You screamed and fell from the bed and you crowded yourself close to the wall. The lights turned on the man stood from the bed and looked around in what looked to be alertness. “W-Who are you?” You stammered out, looking a the man. “My bad. My name is BangChan, but you can just call me Chan. I was the wolf that you saved.” The stranger said. You narrowed your eyes but the bloody bandages around his stomach and sides proved his words. 

You slowly stood from the floor and walked towards him. “You…are the wolf….that I saved.” You said, moving closer to him. Chan nodded his head. He watched as your hands reached towards the bandages and winced when your fingers brushed against his skin. You drew your hands back like you just got burned and looked at him. “Sit down. I need to change them.” You said, rushing to the bathroom to grab the bandaids. 

Chan sat down on the edge of the bed and looked around your room. It had a desk that sat on the far right corner of the room, a TV stand directly in front of the bed, and a wardrobe that sat in front of him. It was basic for a bedroom. When you returned, he sat up straight and immediately lifted his arms. You carefully unwind the dark red bandages and wince at the state of the wound on him. “Who or what did this to you?” You asked, carefully putting ointment on the wound and wrapping the bandage around it again. You felt his body tense before sagging. 

“You don’t have to tell me.” You said. 

He squirmed on the bed before taking a deep breath and looking you directly in the eyes. “I want to tell you. I feel….I feel safe here.” He said. 

You blinked at his words before placing the leftover bandage aside and sitting next to him. He told you everything that had happened even the part where you had found him. You clenched your hands tightly when he mentioned his pack was still captured. You could see the fear in his eyes and agreed to help him look for them. You jumped when a popping noise sounded close to you and turned your head just in time to see Chan shift back to his wolf. His wolf was majestic. You had heard about werewolves but thought they were only myths. A fairytale even. You pulled on a jacket and grabbed a flashlight. 

Winter was right around the corner and you hopped and prayed that Chan would be able to find his pack in time. Opening the door, you and Chan stepped out into the cold autumn wind. You shivered but suppressed the urge to turn around and go back inside. Chan darted towards the opening of the forest before turning around and facing you. His golden eyes shone like beckons. You carefully jogged over to him and placed a hand on his head. 

You felt Chan lift his head closer to your hand before turning back to the forest. You stayed close to him as the two of you ventured into the dark. Chan suddenly stopped. You noticed the hair on the back of his neck stand up in alert. A deep growl left his mouth as he circled in front of you. His ears were flat against his head. You shone the flashlight in the direction he was staring in and gasped. Chan’s snarl turned to a whimper before he darted forward. “Chan!” You called out, chasing after the wolf. You almost lost sight of him a few times but he would always turn around when he needed to. 

What did you notice? You didn’t think you looked that far into the distance but running for five minutes proved your thought of not seeing far wrong. Before long, you noticed Chan sit down, his ears down and his tail lying still. You move closer and crouch next to him. Your hand reaches up to pet his head before turning to face him. “What’s wrong?” She asked. Chan reverted to his human set and carefully took your hand in his. He was scared. You could tell by the way his hand shook violently in your hold. 

“Chan?” You said, hoping to gain his attention. However, it didn’t. He continued to stare forward before lifting his free hand and pointing forward. You followed where he was pointing and noticed a bonfire. You squinted your eyes to see better. As if your body knew you were looking a far distance, your vision enhanced to the point it looked like you were looking through binoculars. You ignored it for the moment as you looked closer. Men were gathered around the fire and laughing. You could see wolves, covered in blood and favoring paws and legs tied up and in cages. 

Your heart dropped to the pit of your stomach as you turned to Chan. “My pack.” That was all he said. Your eyes narrowed in anger. Chan revered back to the wolf and lunged forward. Your eyes widened as you watched the massive wolf attack. However, it didn’t last long when a rope wrapped around his throat and yanked. Chan made a high-pitched choked-off whimper before thudding to the ground. A sharp hiss left his lips as he landed on the wound you had bandaged up. He hadn’t fully healed from the first wound on his body.

“Damn, didn’t think we would ever see this big guy again. He will fetch us a fortune!” one man said, grabbing Chan’s snout tightly. Chan snarled and tried to bite the man’s hand only to be kicked hard in the stomach. You felt your heart shatter and before you knew it, you raced into the clearing, you dropped in front of Chan and pressed your hand to his face. Chan’s eyes widened when you appeared in his line of sight. He tried to get you to move but couldn’t even move himself. He was in so much pain. 

“Well well well. Guess this big guy brought another friend along. Tie her up. We can see her along with those mutts.” The same man said, turning his back towards them. A group of men started walking towards you with a long rope in hand and menacing smiles on their faces. You, on instinct, closed your eyes and screamed. Chan’s eyes widened in shock when he saw what looked like a shock wave leave your body. It sent all the men flying away from the camp and extinguishing the fire. Opening your eyes, you noticed the fire had been put out and the men were nowhere to be seen. “Wha-” You couldn’t finish your sentence when you noticed Chan whining in pain. You quickly untied the rope from his throat before searching for your flashlight. You turned it on and looked around trying to find something you could drive back to your house. A sigh of relief escaped your throat when you saw the pickup truck you assumed the men used. 

You scrambled forward and opened the door. “Fools.” You mumbled out loud when you felt the keys in the ignition. You quickly started the car and grinned when it roared to life. You ran to the back of the truck and opened the tailgate. You lifted the back of the flashlight to your lips and bit down on it as you moved towards the cages. You crouched in front of the first cage you came to and felt your heart shatter. Chan walked over to you and leaned his weak body against yours. You felt your heart hurt for all of them. You and Chan (as much as he could) got the cages in the back of the truck. You made sure that everything was in place before closing the tailgate. Taking the license plates from the front and back, you tossed them as far as you could before climbing into the truck. You closed the door and immediately put the car in reverse. 

You backed up a bit before putting the truck in drive and slowly moving forward. Chan hissed when the truck jerked forward. You placed a hand on his head and you felt him lift his head to press closer to your hand.  “Don’t worry Chan. I’ll make sure to get them the medical attention they need.” You said flipping the truck around and backing up so the tail of the truck was covered by the garage. She turned the car off and helped Chan, who had turned back to his human, into the house. You swiftly managed to get the 7 injured wolves into your house and began working on them one at a time. Once all were bandaged, wrapped up, or even stitched up, you collapsed on the floor and fell asleep. 

{3 years later- You and Chan are in an established relationship now}

“HAN NO YOU CAN’T-” You flinched when the sound of a vase crashing against the floor was heard. Everyone went deadly silent as the tan wolf froze. His tail between his legs and his ears flat against his head in fear. You walked into the living room and found a vase you had been given by a friend sitting on the ground in pieces. You quickly grabbed your broom and dustpan and cleaned the mess up. “It wasn’t a really good vase anyway. It's alright Han.” You said, finishing sweeping and dumping the pieces in the trash. You placed a hand on the tan wolf’s head and ruffled the fur.

Han’s tail happily wagged behind him and he curled closer to her. Chan watched from where he was lying on the couch, bandage still wrapped around his middle. His golden eyes watched his pack getting along beautifully with the human that had saved them on that night 3 years ago. Slowly, Chan moved from the couch and walked towards you and Han. He nuzzled his nose against your neck making you giggle before placing a hand on his head and scratching behind his ear. 

You giggled before standing up. “Let’s go outside for a bit, it's sunny out and and quite warm for an autumn afternoon.” You said, walking to the back door and opening it. The wolves happily chirped their agreement before racing out the door. Chan made his way out the door before turning and looking at her. “I’ll be out in a moment. I need to clean the kitchen a bit.” You said, giving the wolf a reassuring smile. Chan nodded his head before heading outside. You left the door open a crack and you would later find out that was the best decision you had made. 

As you were cleaning the kitchen, a knock sounded at the door. Quickly drying your hands off, you walked to the door. Swiftly opening the door, you go to greet whoever is at the door but a strangled scream leaves your lips. Chan’s ears perk immediately and he’s racing into the house in human form. He tore through the kitchen just to see you get thrown into the back of a van, said van driving away fast. A snarl left his lips before he slammed the door and went back to the rest of the pack. 

The pack watched Chan pacing in a circle, his mouth in a permanent snarl, spit falling from his lips as if he was a starved, and bloodthirsty creature. His eyes burned red. “You were here the longest with her. You should have her scent all over you by now. You can track her.” Lee Know said, looking at his best friend. Chan snapped his head towards Lee Know with wide eyes. That’s right, how could he forget about that? He raced back into the house and went straight to her room. Sure he had her scent practically memorized, but he needed a boost. He pressed his nose into the comforter and inhaled deeply. Her scent always put him at ease. Allowed him to let his guard down.

He darted from the room just as the rest of his pack came back inside. They noticed the look in his eyes and looked at each other. “Let’s go.” was all Chan said before they darted from the house and ran down the street in the direction Chan had seen the van leave in. His mind raced as he remembered your gentle touches and the way you were careful when he and his pack were injured. He knew he needed to save you no matter what. You change his life and his pack's life for the better.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

You groaned as you opened your eyes. Looking around, you noticed you were in an old warehouse. A headache formed in your head when you finally woke up.  You go to move your hands but hearing the clanking of the chains makes your entire body freeze. “Likes like you finally woke up.” A voice said, causing you to shake in fear. “What do you want?” You ask, trying to keep your voice steady. “You injured a group of my strongest men. So, I’m selling you on the black market. You have a special gift and it will make me rich.” The man said, stepping out from behind a pillar. 

You felt your heart sink to the pit of your stomach. The sound of screaming and gunshots rang through the air causing both you and the man to look towards the door. “BOSS!” A strangled voice called out. A loud growl rang through the silence and the deafening sound of bones snapping could be heard. The door opened to reveal Chan, covered in blood. His red eyes stare the man down, calculating his next move. You go to open your mouth only, no sound comes out. You try to breathe but it is restricted. You look up in a wild panic as the man’s grip on your throat tightens. 

You reach up and grab the man’s wrist in hopes that he would release your throat if you pulled but the lack of air was starting to get to you. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as the man continued to choke you. Chan howls in rage. He was already fast but in his wolf form, he was much faster. You gasped for much-needed air as Chan bit into the man’s throat. A strangled cry left his mouth before everything went silent. Chan tore into the man, blood covering his black fur and his teeth. A crazed look in his eye. 

“Chan.” Your weak voice pulled him from the man in front of him. His eyes cleared and he immediately went to you. His human took over as his hands quickly wiped the blood from his mouth and face before pressing his hands against your face. “I am so sorry I let this happen. I should have been there with you.” Tears filled his eyes as he looked over you. You had a black eye, busted lip, and blood running down the side of your face. You looked like you had gotten in a fight much worse than it seemed. Tears filled Chan’s eyes as his fingers danced across the bruises that lined your arms, and neck. The chains on your wrists clinked every time you moved or he moved you.

You leaned forward when you had filled your lungs with air and pressed your lips to Chan’s. He immediately kissed back. His fingers tangled in your hair, before dropping to your legs. He gently squeezed your thighs in a form of comfort, both for you and himself. Pulling away from the kiss, he took deep breaths before leaning forward again. His lips locked with yours and a sigh escaped him. You giggled but returned the kiss. “Let’s get these chains off.” He mumbled, after pulling away from the kiss. 

Once freed from the chains, Chan lifted you into his arms and held you tightly. “I won’t let you go ever again.” He whispered as he walked towards the open door of the warehouse. The rest of his pack waiting patiently for him and you to come out. Minho’s ears perked when he heard family talking and heartbeats. You smiled at the other wolves and gently patted Chan’s chest to let him know you wanted to be sat down. He did what you asked but stayed close to you. You looked over each of the wolves before being pounced on by the two younger wolves. They curled up against your chest and whined. You giggled before pressing kisses to their heads. 

“I’m all right. I promise.” You said, petting their heads to the point the two felt their eyes growing heavy. You smiled softly before taking a deep breath. “Let’s go home.” You said, carefully standing up. The two younger wolves staying at your side. Shifting to his wolf, Chan stayed in the back while the rest were in front. You giggled at how protective they were being but you understood why they were acting this way. When you finally reached your house, you collapsed on the couch and took a deep breath. Chan sat next to you and wrapped his arms around you, having shifted to his human after entering the house. 

The others stayed as their wolves but laid around you and Chan. I.N the youngest of the pack, moved to your left and laid his head in your lap. His ears were straight up and his nose moving but he was content. His tail wagging happily behind him as you pet his head before moving to scratch behind his ear. You smiled softly before turning to face Chan. He was still tense but he had relaxed knowing they were back home. You leaned your head against his shoulder, your hands holding his hand before tracing patterns across the back of his hand. You felt your eyes growing heavy and you finally fell asleep. Content and above most all…protected.

#Stray Kids #BangChan #Female Reader #Fluff #a little angst #Hurt/comfort #All of Stray Kids are there #Ot8 Skz #BangChan x Female Reader #Reader has powers #Kpop-StrayKids

[sweet-heart-jack]

I'm writing a supernatural fix it fic in my notes app and when i get done would anyone be interested in me posting it on here?

#supernatural #dean winchester #castiel winchester #sam winchester #jack winchester #claire novak #jody mills #donna hanscum #alex turner #adam milligan #michael supernatural #supernatural gabriel #charlie bradbury #destiel #sabriel #midam spn #dreamwalker #jody x donna #Charlie Bradbury x ofc #fluff #a little angst #implied smut #doesn't follow canon #fuck canon #supernatural fix if fic #shitty writing #ooc characters

[sessakag]

NaruHina Month Day 31 Prompt: I Made A Mistake But I Love You

Happy last day of NaruHina month 2023! I had a great time and can't wait for the next one!

AO3 Wattpad FF.Net

#nhmonth2023 #nh2023 #naruhina #fanfiction #a little angst #naruto doesn't give up! #hinata better watch out!

[mischuchay]

sooo...  here's a Luffy x Reader short story its pure fluff and just a tini-tiny bit of angst but overall its all love love love

#monkey d. luffy #luffy #one piece luffy #straw hat luffy #king of the pirates #reader #luffy x reader #one piece #oneshot #short story #fluff #a little angst #love #romance #afterfiveyears #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #one piece fanfiction

[coff33notforme]

The Actor falling in love

A/n: Shorter break than expected, but I probably won't get back to posting regularly right away, I wanted to do some simple headcannons but this became a whole ass fic, so I'll probably do more headcannons with Actor soon. Enjoy!

Pairing: Actor and Gender neutral Reader

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, being intoxicated, swearing, and a pinch of angst

Mark wouldn't realize he's in love, not for a long time, it might even take years for him to realize. But once he did it was the best thing that had ever happened to him.

Marks been your friend for seven years now. Frankly he's surprised you've stuck around for that long, but hes grateful, grateful you've decided to put so much effort into the greedy person that he is. Especially considering you didn't have the humblest beginnings.

Mark was a piece of shit, well he was to everyone, but it seemed he had a specific hatred for you, he detested you more than anyone else. As though your mere presence brought him complete and utter anguish.

So why would you choose to stay with him? Why did you beckon him closer, despite his protest.

Yet, no matter how much he pushed you away from him, you always seemed to come back. He wasn't comfortable with the idea of letting someone in, letting someone see all of him not just the cocky, ignorant facade he put up. Yet you ignored the red flags, you broke down his walls without warning. And begrudgingly he let you in.

And soon he felt every time you had to leave he only longed for you closer, he wanted to pull you back into him and never let you go. As selfish as it sounded, you completed him, you made him feel loved for who he was, not who he was supposed to be.

Whenever he was with you he felt complete, not like the half of a whole he felt when he sat by himself, not a shell of a man, that he was when he was lost in thought.

And the more time he spent with you the more his admiration for you grew, when you entered a room his heartbeat quickened, when you flashed him a smile his cheeks grew red, and when your hand brushed his he felt his head became dizzy.

He had grown to care for you more than he had cared for anybody, he felt like a better person when he was with you, you didn't make him feel like a bad person, you forced him to accept the bad parts of himself with the good. And at first it was horrifying, but you made it seem worth it. And thats when it hit him.

Fuck, he was in love with you

At first he tried to fight these feelings whenever you were near, he couldn't stop the hammering of his heart in his chest. He contemplated running, running from it, from you. But he couldn't. He needed you more than he realized.

And he couldn't bring himself to just disappear from your life, he didn't want to hurt you like that. But he couldn’t pretend he wasn’t in love with you, so he had two choices, he had to leave or he had to confess. 

Mark felt a sensation of dread well up in his stomach, for days he contemplated every possible outcome, each scenario growing darker than the last. He had to tell you how he felt, even if it was selfish to hope that someone like you loved him, it was a risk he was willing to take, for his love for you was far greater than his fear of rejection.

He needed it to be casual, though his dramatic fantasy of kissing you on the beach the sun setting behind the two of you, the blend of orange, red, and pink creating the perfect backdrop. No, he couldn't get ahead of himself only to get his heart shattered.

He had invited you to dinner at his house, a simple meal shared between friends, everything was going well you’d spent the evening chatting, just enjoying each others company out on the balcony. That was until Mark had poured you two some wine, he just couldn't help himself.

It wasn't long till Mark felt like his head was lighter than air while his body felt heavier, as though he was glued to the chair.

While you talked you held your gaze among the stars above you twinkling brightly in the dark pool of blue. Mark couldn't help but zone out, enraptured in your beauty as you babbled on Mark didn’t even know what you were saying at this point.

But then you turned to meet his gaze, maybe it was the wine but he could have cared less that you caught him staring 

You tilted your head at him your eyebrows furrowing in confusion

“Mark, are you okay?” you asked, his head bobbled drunkenly.

“You're so pretty, my love.”  he slurred, his fears washed away by the wine in his hand. The man wore a lopsided smile, that tugged from one corner of his face to the other. Your eyes widened, before a sweet smile spread across your face as you chuckled lightly

"Okay, well I think you're drunk enough, time for bed." you whispered gently, taking hold of the wine in his hand and placing it on the table set up on the balcony.

You swung his arm around your neck hoisting him up as you dragged him off the balcony, though it took time and effort you managed to drag him into the kitchen, you propped him up against a chair, his body slumped over lazily while Mark let out a deep groan. You walked into the silent kitchen, opening a wooden cabinet to fetch Mark a glass of water that would, hopefully, sober him up.

You flicked the cold water on, watching the cup fill up as you glanced at the man slumped over on the dinning table. As the cup filled you switched the water off, walking to Mark you placed the cup down, taking a seat next to him as you pushed the water towards him.

Mark grumbled in response, lifting his head from the table to peer out at what had been shoved towards him, he frowned at the cup placed in front of him, sending you a fretful pout.

"What is this for?" he asked, his words jumbled together as he spoke.

"I need you to drink this Mark, or you're going to feel awful in the morning." you spoke in a hushed tone, like a mother cooing to her child. Mark frowned putting his head back down ignoring your concern. You sighed as you scooted closer to the stubborn man.

You lifted him up with a grunt, his body sat against the chair like he was a rag doll that had just been tossed across the room, in any other circumstance you would have found this amusing, maybe even cute. But right now Mark was being a pain in your ass.

"Mark, open your mouth please." without question the man opened his jaw, you grabbed the cup and placed it to his lips gently, pouring the liquid into his mouth.

"Swallow, all of it." you stated firmly. Again, Mark obeyed your instructions. Leaning back in his chair he threw his head back closing his eyes.

"If you want to sleep we have to go up the staircase." you said, earning another groan from the man. You deadpanned, feeling you, yourself groan at the man's antics.

Swinging his arm over your shoulder again.

Shit, This was going to be a lot harder

You thought to yourself as you gazed upon Mark's imperial staircase. Begrudgingly you began to drag the man up the stairs heaving, with each step, you looked up, you weren't even close to the top.

"Why are you so good to me?"

The question caught you off guard, it was uncharacteristically gentle, it felt sincere, which was a rare thing from the cocky man.

You looked down to Mark.

"What do you mean?"

There was a moment of silence, before the man spoke again.

"You're still here, my arrogant, selfish nature drives everyone away, they all leave. But not you, why?" his voice held a genuine sound of confusion.

"Well, I care about you, and I don't think any of those things about you. Sure you can be ignorant and sometimes even stubborn. But I still care a lot about you." and to this Marks head shot up a hopeful look dancing in his chocolate eyes.

"Do you love me?"

Your eyes widened, what could you say? You wanted to tell him the truth. Taking a deep breath, you turned your gaze to the top of the stairs now nearing closer than before.

"I do, I love you Mark." you mentally cursed at how your voice wavered. Mark let out a dramatic sigh, catching your attention.

"Oh love, you have no idea how long I've been waiting to hear those words from you."

And with that you had reached the top, looming down the dark hallway you hobbled into Marks room. Flicking the lights on, you dragged him to his bed laying him down on his velvety sheets. He looked so peaceful, his dark eyes resting, his face softening as his chest rose softly. You smiled, turning to leave the actor to rest.

You stopped as you felt a hand wrapped around your wrist. You turned to see Mark peering at you behind heavy eyes.

“Where are you going?” 

"Downstairs to sleep."

Marks face fell, a pleading look in his eyes.

"You're not going to leave? Leave me?" he asked, his grip tightening.

You sighed, turning and crouching in front of the man.

"Of course not."

"Then would you please stay? Just for a little longer." he paused "I can't let you go."

You smiled, yawning feeling a bit tired yourself.

"Of course." you replied, standing up, and crawling over Mark as you laid beside him, resting your eyes, as you allowed yourself to fade into the darkness. It wasn't long until you felt arms wrap around you as, Mark's heart beat lulled you to sleep.

BRO THIS TOOK FOREVER, if you enjoyed please consider reblogging because that does more for me than just likes and I also like to read your comments in the tags <;33

#iplier egos x reader #actor mark x reader #actor mark #who killed markiplier #markiplier egos x reader #markiplier egos #a little angst #x reader #fluff #ahwm mark #markiplier cinematic universe #markipler egos

[jhalya]

🧝‍♀️ Galadriel's new life in Valinor is terribly tedious. (Post Canon AU)

🍋 NSFW

🎨 Art by @onedivinemisfit

🔗Read on AO3.

#haladriel #saurondriel #post canon au #a little lime #a little angst #been listening to Like A Stone unplugged #and well #here it is

[gemini-sensei]

Fluff where Demetri holds his pregnant wife's belly, he keeps telling her how beautiful she looks as he creases her bump.

Demetri Alexopoulos x Chubby!Pregnant!Reader

He comes into their bedroom and finds her looking at her belly her in the mirror. Her shirt is pulled up and her hands roam her bump. It's big and round, making stretch marks on her skin. She runs her fingers over them and a frown forms on her lips.

He walks up behind her and wraps his arms around her, bringing his hands to her belly. He rests his chin on her shoulder as he caresses her belly. For a moment, he doesn't say anything and just kisses her cheek.

She leans back into his warmth and let's his hands rub her bump, running over the little marks that as etching into her skin as it stretches to accommodate their baby. She feels honored to be the woman he chose to have kids with and she loves their little baby, getting to feel them squirm around and kick. It's just that sometimes she feels too big, too round. Sometimes she feels like she looks like a beach ball instead of a pregnant lady. The stretch marks are hard to accept too, as they're bigger than the ones on her breasts. They're far more noticeable and she can't help but have a love-hate relationship with them.

"What's with the frown, love?" Demetri mumbles, looking at their reflection in the mirror. He hates to see her looking so down. All he ever wants to see from her are smiles because it's what she deserves.

She hums and shrugs, a little upset. However, she doesn't want to tell him. She doesn't know how to explain it either. So she lowers her head and stares at her belly.

"You're beautiful. Such a pretty mama," he mumbles, smiling at her. He kisses her cheek, then along her jaw and down her neck, as his hands rub circles along her belly. "Want you to know how beautiful you are."

She can't help but giggle as his lips tickle her neck. She brings her hands to lay over his and holds them sweetly, watching them as they make circles. The affection is nice, but she still doesn't look up at herself in the mirror.

He continues to praise her, his lips still going down her body. Eventually, he turns her around with a gentleness and falls to his knees, skipping her breasts because he knows they are tender and sore. He kisses along her belly, from the top to her belly button. His thumbs trace her stretch marks before he kisses them.

She watches him, smiling appreciatively when he looks up at her, tears brimming her eyes. He doesn't have to say anything more, his smile enough before he kisses her belly. She's beautiful in his eyes no matter what.

#pregnacy #pregnant reader #pregnancy headcanon #fluff prompts #a little angst #cobra kai demetri #demetri alexopoulos x chubby reader #demetri alexopoulos headcanons #demetri alexopoulos x reader #demetri alexopoulos #cobra kai headcanons #cobra kai x reader #cobra kai x chubby reader #cobra kai x plus size reader #chubby reader #plus size reader #cobra kai #gemini sensei

[glitchisbroken]

Le woowoo et la Vashu

#my art #art #art dump #how the fuck do i tag this #doodle #sketch #traditional art #trimax #trigun #vash trigun #vash the stampede #wolfwood #nicholas d. wolfwood #trimax wolfwood #trigun wolfwood #vash x wolfwood #vashwood #a little angst #just for you

[uchihastor]

two months too late (love witnessed by the stars)

sasusaku blank period week 2024 | day one: rooftop confessions ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚

Sakura always admired the stars. They were the sole reason on why she loved the night, as mysterious as the sky was.

A obsidian canvas decorated with twinkling lights, the moon glowing calmly down at her. She looked at them and felt so small in comparison, as if she was nothing but a speck of dust. In a way, all of them were.

Her jade green eyes continued inspecting them, connecting the dots and drawing constellations. Just then, a gentle breeze passed through her village, and she breathed deeply the cool night air that felt pleasantly chilly upon her warm skin.

It has been three years since the Fourth Great Shinobi War, and she found herself becoming more restless as time passed by. So after a long day of preparations and negotiations, being alone — watching the stars and the city lights — always managed to calm her down.

And thankfully, laying down on her home's rooftop with the pickup playing her favourite vinyls in the background, and drinking her father's borrowed (stolen) beer straight out of the barrel, wa1s the highlight of her life at the moment.

The air shifted around her suddenly, and in a matter of seconds. Her once relaxed shoulders tensed up, and her half-lidded gaze sharpened with the knowledge of who perched at the railings right besides her.

“Nice of you to visit, stranger,” The bite came out of her tongue rather automatically, but she wasn't allowimg herself to feel nothing more than a tinge of resentment.

(Her heart melted at the sight of his dark eye and his dark soft-looking hair. Her heart, that traitor.)

“Sakura.”

That was it. One utterance of her name, in the most gentle tone she had ever heard from him. She resented herself a little more for recognising the look in his eyes, the way they softened when he looked at her.

“Sasuke,” She parroted, mocking — feeling petty.

She looked away from him, not being able to watch him for much longer. Her heart beat erratically against her ribcage, and she settled down her cup before she could accidentally shutter it.

“...I'm sorry,” He muttered after a pause.

Sakura hummed nonchalantly, inspecting her well-trimmed nails in interest. “So you say.”

His chakra brushed against her own, lighting against earth, scorching hot against cool. It engulfed her slowly, intimately —

— too intimately.

She snapped her head back to him, eyebrows furrowed in irritation. “Don't do that!” She scowled, glaring.

Sasuke stepped down from the railing, but it was done so effortlessly, and he looked so good doing it — it pissed Sakura off.

“I'd do it again if it makes you look at me, you didn't even chanced a glance,” his lips tilted up in amusement. “Very unlike you.”

Sakura's eyes widened, mouth falling open at the pure audacity that made her cheeks flush red from embarrassment. “I- What did you say?!”

Sasuke tilted his head slightly, very much like a cat, and regarded her with mirth. “I said, I'd do it again if it makes you- foohk ath—”

Sakura covered his mouth before he repeated it for second time. “Got it! Now stop,” she grumbled, before yelping as he licked her palm.

Suddenly, his hand wrapped around her wrist and warmth enveloped her body. He kissed her inner wrist with soft, if not somewhat dry lips, and proceeded to control her hand upwards to cup his cheek.

“I'm sorry I'm late-”

“-two months! It's been two months!-”

“-I have no excuses.”

As if she couldn't be more mortified, her eyes teared up.  “Is this how it's always going to be? You, leaving me hanging every time? I could have moved on!”

“I don't want you to move on.” He almost snapped.

Her eyebrows shot up in disbelief. “Are you kidding me you selfish-!”

She pursed her lips together and screamed at the back of her throat, pure frustration leaking out of her. She looked away and snatched her hand from him, chest rising up and down as her vision slowly started seeing red.

Sasuke's jaw clenched. “Look at me.”

“Go fuck youself.”

“Sakura,” His soft tone was gone, showing his own irritation. “I'm not going to say it again.”

The rosette clenched her hands into fists, hating how she turned into a puddle.

Sakura glanced at him, watching him with both caution and hurt, to which she tried to bury.

Sasuke softened. “Can I take you to dinner, now?”

“Hm,” she huffed, tilting her chin up. “You're two months too late.”

He smiled gently, eyes closing. “Well, I'm glad it wasn't four.”

Sakura's eyebrow twitched. “Oh? We turned more talkative now, haven't we? Left behind the depression and pursued a career at comedy?”

Sasuke wisely nodded. “Indeed, it has done wonders to my esteem.”

At that, Sakura barked out a rough laugh. She cleared her throat and crossed her arms over her chest, hugging herself.

“I'll need some answers before you take me out, Mr. Uchiha.”

Sasuke paused, fingers twitching as if he wanted to touch her. Instead, he settled for tugging a stray rosey strand behind her ear.

“What are your questions?”

She hummed. “One: where have you been?”

“S-Rank mission, at the Land of Water,” He admitted, despite the fact that he just broke the Code of Shinobi Secrecy. “I had some things to investigate for Kakashi.”

She scrutinized him closely with narrowed eyes, before she nodded. “Two: why the lack of correspondence?”

At this, Sasuke gulped silently and glanced away from her, finding a great interest at her shoes all of the sudden.

“...I'm paranoid,” He said truthfully. “I would never send anything back, not when there's a chance I'm being under surveillance by the enemy forces.”

Sakura softened, yet still held her ground.

“Three,” She croaked out, voice slightly trembling. “Do you like me?”

At this, Sasuke chuckled. “What? Of course not.”

Her heart plummeted, fearing for the worst, thinking that this dinner for him was something he does with platonically-

And suddenly, she felt him poke her forehead right in the middle — just where her seal, her pride and joy, is.

“I love you,” He confessed, causing Sakura's eyes to glisten with unshed tears. “And I will continue doing so, for the rest of my life. Even if you don't want me to.”

Sakura took a deep breath and released it, choking on a cry — or a laugh?

“I will not say it back.”

Sasuke smirked down at her, but rather than taking her into his arms, he kissed her forehead — so tenderly and full with adoration — and tangled his fingers through her hair.

“You don't have to — you've said it so many times before, even the stars have become our witnesses.”

#sasuke uchiha #sasusaku #sakura haruno #blank period #sasusaku blank period #sasusaku blank period 2024 #rooftop confession #fluff #a little angst

[miss-grimwood]

‘Wait, who is it from?’

Rodolphus skimmed the card, then hastily tucked it at the back of the fireplace, almost out of sight.

‘Wait, who is it from?’ Bellatrix asked.

‘Just an old school friend, it's nothing.’ Rodolphus assured her.

At his attempt at being casual, Bellatrix’s curiosity got the better of her. Who was it from? An old girlfriend? That would explain his secrecy.

She reached past him, ignoring his protests, and swiped the card.

It was an ugly thing; not the usual pureblood portrait - in fact, the card wasn’t even moving. It was positively muggle.

She made to remark on it as she flipped the card open, but the familiar handwriting stopped her in her tracks.

Dear Bella and Rodolphus

Have a good Christmas, it would be lovely to see you in the new year. Do send an owl

Lots of love, Andromeda, Ted, and baby Nymphadora

Three oversized kisses finished the card.

There was nothing more to say. Bellatrix put the card back in its place and offered Rodolphus a small smile, one that meant I know, you told me so.

Instead of gloating, he took her hand, kissing it gently.

‘I didn’t know they’d had a baby.’ She sighed.

He squeezed her hand. ‘Soon, ma cherie.’

#bellatrix lestrange #rodolphus lestrange #a little angst #andromeda tonks #belladolphus #christmas #implied infertility #<500 words

[fe-fictions]

Please sir do you have any more saizo or Claude laying around

(I have a metric f*ck ton of Claude lying around WAITING to be put back on the blog!! Here's Byleth confronting him about his real name)

 “Khalid.”

You had said it so quietly, and so hesitantly, Claude wasn’t entirely positive you had said it. But he had frozen in his tracks, halfway out the bedroom door to go do some sparring, when the word slipped from your tongue.

Slowly, he turned around, looking back at you with an almost unreadable expression. But if you didn’t know any better… you’d think he was surprised. Almost scared.

“Come again?” He certainly sounded as though he’d been caught off-guard. You tilted your head.

“That’s your name, isn’t it?”

So he had heard correctly.

Claude shook his head and shut the doors again, setting his bow to the side. 

“It was, a long, long time ago. But it’s been so long since I’ve gone by that name, I just… don’t think about it too much.”

“When were you going to tell your wife you had another name?” You questioned him, lips pursed as you observed the man who was very slowly making his way to you.

Claude shrugged, scratching at his cheek. “Whenever it was relevant, assuming it ever came up.”

“But you didn’t plan on telling me?” You quirked an eyebrow, and he looked more embarrassed than before.

“Well, it’s not like it was high priority.”

“I suppose not, but… learning you have another name from Balthus, of all people…”

“Balthus.” Claude swore under his breath. “He swore he wouldn’t say anything. How’d you get it out of him?”

“He was being himself, teasing me about knowing something I didn’t, and then he let it slip while he was trying to hold the information over my head. He is capable, but he doesn’t always have the most bright moments.”

“No, he does not.” Claude sighed, sinking down on the bed across from your recliner. You crossed your legs, refusing to let him escape you so easily.

Claude, sensing this, decided against his better judgment to question your rigidity.

“You wouldn’t happen to be upset about it, would you?”

“I might be.”

“Don’t be upset.”

“Since the day we met, I haven’t hidden anything from you. And when questions were asked, I would tell you. Especially not now that we’re married. There shouldn’t be a need for you to hide things like this from me… I’m supposed to be someone you trust.”

“And I do, dearheart, I promise, I trust you more than anyone else in the world. But this is just…”

“A secret worth hiding from your wife?” You tilted your head the other way, clearly unconvinced. 

Claude glanced away, biting his lip as he tried to think of the best way to explain it to you.

“Look, By, it’s… not so much that I didn’t want to tell you that… I was trying real hard to forget. My identity… my former name would get me into trouble, especially when folks who weren’t fond of the Almyrans found out that my name was, well… extremely Almyran. People can be cruel, and they were.”

You relaxed some at his words. That made sense. Claude was a man of many secrets, but he wasn’t one to deliberately hide many things from you. If he wanted to tell you something, he usually did.

The reasoning behind not telling you this crucial detail of his identity was jarring, to say the least, but considering the persecution he spoke of, you could start to see why he wasn’t shouting it from the rooftops.

“Things are better, but it made sense to keep my new name. ‘Claude’ has been my name for ages- I can’t remember the last time someone called me ‘Khalid’. At least, not someone who didn’t already know it. And most of the people who did aren’t alive, anymore.”

“I see.” You hummed, watching your husband slide from the bed and finish his journey to your side. You shifted over some so that he could lie down beside you, his head falling contentedly into your lap. Your hand found his hair, smiling down at the man who seemed to happy just being near you. “Then, I’m sorry for doubting you. I just didn’t understand.”

“It’s all right. If I found out your name wasn’t Byleth, I’d be a bit suspicious, as well.”

“So what should I call you?”

“’Love’, ‘darling’, ‘sweetheart’, ‘baby’… all of those work jus-”

“Not what I meant.” You pinched his cheek, annoyed by his playful shift.

He chuckled. “Ouch.”

‘Would you prefer I call you by your name, Khalid? Or do you want to remain Claude?”

“That’s a very difficult question.” He sighed, leaning his head back into your lap and peering up at you. His hand found yours, lazily swinging it back and forth in the warm spring air. “Whichever one you prefer.”

“But this is about-”

“It’s just a name.” Claude interrupted you, “I’ll answer to anything you call me- whatever you think suits me best. I’ll always be yours, after all… it doesn’t matter what you call me.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” You beamed softly at him, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. “Khalid.”

There was no hiding the bright, broad smile that crossed his lips, and he gently pulled you down to give you a real, searing kiss. 

You would never forget how happy he looked.

#claude #byleth #fe 16 #fire emblem three houses #fe three houses #fe3h #claudeleth #claude x byleth #fe fictions #fe-fictions #f!byleth #fem!byleth #f!mu #fluff #a little angst #but mostly fluff #we love and support our king khalid