#but if i take too long too answer please don't feel bad!!! i'm either asleep or playing a videogame lol

[erinsintra]

can mutuals slide into your dms? 🥺👉👈

mutuals could stab me with a rusty spoon and i wouldn't mind. so yes go ahead

#but if i take too long too answer please don't feel bad!!! i'm either asleep or playing a videogame lol #ask me about my favourite deepsea creatures #or tell me yours

[honeyshiddendesire]

Pet Name Headcanon List

Monkey D Dragon x Female Reader - sweetheart

Warnings:  office quickie, vaginal penetration, married, reader interrupts Dragon for some much needed attention but he doesn’t complain, missionary, mentions of reader masturbating, slight hair pulling

@jovialfandomfreak sorry this took me a while whenever I thought of writing my ass would fall asleep lol Also it's my first time writing for him so let me know what you think :)

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Dragon heard a knock at the door and couldn't help but raise a brow at the soft voice that followed. “Dragon my love?” Your voice gently called to your husband, hearing him give a small hum. “Everything okay, sweetheart?” He asked back to your suddenly flustered form, your eyes shyly looking at him. 

“I-I was wondering if you wanted to take a break.” You told him and Dragon set down his papers with a light chuckle as he looked over at you fidgeting. “A break?” 

“Yeah… with me.” You smile at him hiding half of yourself behind the door in case he rejects. “Oh~ a break hmm.” Dragon faked being in thought as he slowly stood up and made his way around the desk to lean against it, his arms outstretched to have you go into them. Smiling as you closed his office door and quickly jumped in his arms making him catch you with a chuckle. 

Spinning you around until he could set you on his desk with a sigh, lips crashing into yours in a passionate kiss. Your arms wrapped around his muscular form till you were gripping at his long hair to pull a groan from the man. His hands ran along your body till he was undoing your belt as you were kicking off your shoes. 

“Missed you sweetheart.” Dragon whispered as he kissed along your jaw making you smile at his cute words. Dragon was a busy man and even during quickies he still made sure you knew how much you meant to him. “I missed you too baby.” You answer back as you help him wiggle you out of your jeans and thong. 

“I was touching myself earlier and I still need you so bad.” You moan out when his thick fingers rub over your soaked pussy, his groan raspy at the feel.

 “Touching yourself for me? Thought we talked about that sweetheart?” Dragon questioned as he tugged your head back to nip at your neck making you cry out in lust. “Ahh~ I-I know~ You~ nngh you were just so busy love.” Your explanation only makes him coo at you in understanding, grip on your hair softening. 

“I see. I'm sorry sweetheart let me make it up to you both.” Dragon chuckled as he continued to kiss and mark your neck to remind you just how much you meant to him. 

“Yes! Yes please.” You breathe out as you tug on his hair to bring him back to your lips. “Kiss me~” You whine making him smirk before listening either way. 

He makes quick work of his pants pulling his leaking cock out. One of your hands moving from his hair to grip the base of his cock, his palm going over your smaller one with a groan. Your legs spreading to make room for him to step closer, “Put it in please lemme feel you.” 

“Mmm~ I'm sorry I made you so needy sweetheart…can't say I don't love it though.”  His large hands grab under your thighs pulling you more to the edge causing you to lower down on your elbows. The tip of his cock grinding in-between your slick folds, both letting out a shared moan at the contact. Before you could beg him to hurry up again he was ramming his entire length inside of you at an agonizingly slow pace.  

Inch by amazing inch till your head tipped back with a breathy sigh, “Ugh~yes~!” You call out with a happy smile that only makes him lean down to laugh in your ear. “So so sorry for keeping you waiting sweetheart. How could you ever forgive me?” Dragon joked before pulling out to ram back in.

“Fuck! Just like that!” You moan as you fall all the way on your back in delight, “Keep doing that and I'll forgive you.”

“Oh is that right sweetheart. Then I shouldn't keep you waiting baby.” Dragon smirks as he stands tall to start fucking you harder. He couldn't get enough of the way your body rocked with each powerful thrust, his voice raspy with lust that mingled with your loud moans. 

“Yesyesyes! Fuck Dragon baby ~ ugh you feel so fuckin good!” You cry out clawing at the edge of the desk, mouth dropping open. Dragon only kissed his teeth taunting you as he smirked, “Wow you got a dirty mouth on you today sweetheart, must've been dying to have me inside this pussy of yours.” 

“Yes! Fuck yes! Needed you so bad!”  You moan out as you feel his cock thrust against that sweet spot that had you cry out like a whore.

“Looks like I'll need to take more breaks with you then huh sweetheart?”

#one piece #one piece smut #honeys works 🍯 #one piece headcanons #pet name headcannons #one piece x female reader #one piece smut headcannons #x female reader #send in a character pet name #monkey d dragon #monkey d dragon smut #monkey d dragon x Female Reader smut #monkey d dragon x Female Reader #one piece monkey d dragon #monkey d dragon one piece

[harrysmimi]

Blanket

Synopsis: One where Harry find out his love is sick when he comes home

More of my work

Harry was back home after long tour, back to his love.

He had such amazing things planned for her birthday, a whole week of vacation in Costa Rica as she had been wanting to go there. He had everything figured out, a place rented for them to stay at, planned out adventures he was going to take her to.

He did not expected to find her sick when he came back, not when she didn't tell him anything. Well, she wouldn't want to tell him or else he would have flown back to her the moment he hang up her call. And it was just a mild fever, cold and sore throat.

She had fallen sick over the weekend when she was out with her friends after a long time. She believes it's the cold coffees and milkshakes she had and the changing climate didn't help either. She wasn't entirely alone at home though, she had her cats with her to keep her accompany.

"Why didn't you tell me, love?" Is the first thing Harry asked when he found her laying on the sofa, with one of her cat at her feet and other lying on tip of her purring loudly.

"I knew you'd put everything on hold and get here. I'm fine though." She said, sniffling on her stuffy nose. Her eyes were watering as well due to blocked nose.

"Doesn't look like it, come on let's go to the doctors." He suggested.

"I'll be find Harry, please, you just came back." She pouted.

"Not going to work on me this time," he pointed out, "I'm gonna go take a quick shower and we're heading to see doctor, yeah?"

"Okay." She nodded, there was no point in arguing with him. He looks a bit mad as well as he was unaware of her uncomfortable situation.

He sat in peace after he took her doctors, had her fed and tucked in for her nap in their bedroom. All years he have spent with her he'd come to know that she hayes to go to doctor whenever she's sick for whatever reason.

He got bored from reading his book he picked up at the airport on his way back home, he wouldn't lie it was very boring and yet he couldn't keep it down. So he put on a documentary on Netflix keeping the volume on low as he rested himself too. He would slide under blanket with YN but she wanted him to get sick from her so he opted to stay in the living room as she naps.

But there he saw her, walking down the stairs wrapped up in the blanket they both share at night, box tissue he left on her side table in her hand.

"Did you change you mind?" He smirked watching her walk to him, he didn't get a answer as she just opted to lie next to him and snuggle up. "Oh love, why don't you take a nap? You'll feel better." He quickly gathered her in his arms as he got under the blanket with her. He needed it too as it was getting colder.

"I can't sleep." She shared.

"Do you want to watch something?" He asked.

"This is fine." She shrugged, even though she had her back facing to the TV, face buried in his chest.

"Did you emailed your boss about today?" He asked.

"I did," she nodded, "I had many paid leaves pending anyway so he said I don't have to go for this week and next."

"You overwork yourself," he pointed out, "you need to rest and take time for yourself."

"Will do that from now."

"Yeah? You better," he chuckled hearing her huff. "I missed you so much." He kissed her forehead.

"I missed you too!" She said. "My throat hurts so bad."

"I'm sorry you feel that way, babylove." He cooed to her, "you're going to be fine. Now how about you sleep for a little, yeah?"

"You'll be here?"

"I'll be here when you wake up, I promise, besides I can't move either. You left me with no choice as you're lying on top of me." He chuckled, making her smile too, "c'mon now take a nap. The more you sleep the better you'll get."

"Mhmm." She nodded.

She fell asleep there, listening to the dinasaur documentary Harry put on half-way through.

At night Harry made her some tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwich she was talking about to make one day as she saw it on Instagram. He made her wish come true, pulled up a recipe for the soup and followed it through step by step as his love sat on the counter watching him. Even though he struggled with the compliances, like the hand blender he didn't know they even had but the soup turned out amazing!

He made a nice bath for them both, and read to her like he usually does. YN fell asleep rather early at night due to cold medicines making her sleepy.

N O T E:

Okay, hear me out. This was short. Like very short at only 860+ words, it's like the tenth of what I usually write. But I've been sick, hence this baby was made. I hope to finish something better by the end of this week.

I've been very sleepy with the meds I have to take 😔 I hate that so much!

But I hope y'all like this little fluffy mid week update. <33

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[rick-rayson]

*vibrates excitedly* okay okay then could you plz do Yara Flor sfw alphabet 💖😍💖😍💖😍

YARA FLOR - SFW ALPHABET

A/N: 100 posts wooHOOO. AND it's of my baby.. that I haven't read in a long time ngl. As a result, I do apologize in advance if it's OOC!

A - Affection: How do they show affection?

Deeply affectionate despite not wanting to come off as too smothering. She likes to think she's slick when she brushes against you, always sits next to you, and gets you things that remind her of you when she's out. Whenever she catches herself in the act and gets embarrassed, prepared to be met with ramblings of, "What? I can't say hello?", "Is it wrong to be caring?".

B - Beauty: What do they find beautiful? What do they look for?

Feel like she likes intelligent, meek people. Watched some really horrible stereotypical TV show with Jon or something and found the nerdy characters cute. Especially likes it when someone who is usually reserved is still able to take initiative, very specific but she likes it. Curly hair !! I feel like she finds curly hair really beautiful. She also loves locs with pretty beads, she finds them super pleasing to hear.

C - Cuddles: What kind of cuddler are they? Do they like cuddles?

You will never, EVER get her to verbally state that she likes cuddling, ask her and she'll scoff thinking that's a legitimate answer to your question.

But catch her when she's sleepy and see just how easily she melts against you. When she's awake still her hold on you is featherlight.. until she falls asleep. Then pray to the gods that she doesn't crush you in her tight bear hugs.

D - Devotion: How devoted are they? Are they all in?

Is that even a question? Yara is unapologetically sincere in how she holds herself, and if she's willing to share herself with you then you gotta be pretty damn important to her.

With Yara you are blessed with the utmost assurity that wherever she ventures, and wherever she finds herself, she's still your Yara. She may not be explicitly forthright with her loyalty, but she doesn't have to be. She's a solid person in your life.

E - Embrace: How do they hug?

If you're taller than her she goes for the midriff or the neck, shorter and she'll embrace you around your shoulders. She's the type to sway a bit if the hug is long. She's the type to catch you off guard with how staggering her hugging can be.

F - Flaws: What are some of their faults?

Yara is stubborn to a fault, which is either good or bad depending on the situation.

She tends to have plans and goals that she will stick to no matter what, which makes it hard to collaborate with her.

"It's either my way or the highway, except if you pick the highway I'll be sad so don't do it >:("

G - Gentle: How gentle are they?

She tries to be gentle for the sake of others, a sense of responsibility over herself, both physically and emotionally she tries.

H - Honesty: How honest are they about what they don't like and what they do?

Pretty dang honest. If you're someone from the Justice League it's a no from her on the dating scene. She can be seen as an occasionally blunt person but she's good with her words.

On the other end she's honest about what she does like too.

I - I love you: How long does it take for them to say it?

I'm stuck between thinking she could go a while without saying it, or immediately say it to you unabashed after like a couple weeks. There's like no in-between.

J - Jealousy: How jealous are they?

It's not that she's jealous it's just that why should she keep silent about how you're her partner? Especially to strangers that don't seem to be getting the hint?

Aside from that though she's not painfully jealous, but she will put someone in their place it she has to.

K - Kisses: How are they as a kisser?

Yara is something else, one part of her has you convinced she's never kissed anyone in her life, and the other part has you believing she's the goddess of kisses.

Deep, feverish kisser, the type to leave you dizzy from it. Her warm hands cradling your skin as her lips plaster onto yours and even that's not enough. Does it until sbe leaves you breathless.

L - Little Ones: Do they want kids?

Not anytime soon, Yara still has adventures far ahead of her to think about kids.

M - Mornings: How are mornings spent with them?

Can't really tell who's the first to wake up, but Yara's usually the one to get up first. She brings you and herself something to drink as you sit in bed, washing away your drowsiness and planning for the day ahead between soft mutterings. Mornings with Yara is liken to bathing under sunbeams.

N - Nervousness: What gets them nervous? What are they scared about when it comes to the relationship?

She's scared that she's too out of sync with other people, that due to her rather unique parentage and upbringing that there's a disconnect between her and others. It's harder to notice among the Future State JL because well, they're like her. But she's not fond of being tied down to such a team anyways.

O - Openness: How open are they?

Generally a pretty open person, she has her secrets (like where she stashes extra snacks for Jerry) but none that are malicious or that would put the relationship in jeopardy.

P - Patience: How patient are they?

Yara... Isn't the most patient person. Those types that tap their foot and look around to find something to distract them from the time, that's Yara.

She can be quick to anger but not with her relationships, mostly at the misgivings of others.

Q - Quiet Moment: Share a quiet moment

She takes you flying on Jerry in the afternoon, waiting for the sun to set as the two of you take in the flowing wind and the beauty of the world that's now so small in your eyes. Such an occasion would usually warrant laughter and cheers loud enough to hurt your throats, but in this moment, it's nothing short of euphoric.

R - Romance: How romantic are they?

OhohohOOOOOO... She's a mess. Tries to impress you and make you swoon over her and she's a little rusty, but it's hard to say that to her when she's beaming at you as though you're the reason for worship. The sun and moon. When she's not trying so hard to woo you, and does her own thing from the sincerity in her heart, she has you smitten.

S - Support: How do they support their s/o? Are they protective?

She's willing to go above, beyond, and below (coughcough the Underworld) for you. Yara knows what it's like to fail to protect others, so she's so devoted to your safety and wellbeing.

T - Try: How much effort do they put into the relationship?

Yara's swept with puppy love and then some when it comes to the relationship at first. She puts in a lot of effort.

U - Unspoken Words: What do they wish they could say?

She wishes she could say how much you mean to her without wanting to cringe at how sappy she is.

V - Vulnerability: How do they show vulnerability?

She doesn't, doesn't try to at least. But you can tell with the way her body relaxes at the sight of you, when her hand searches for just a bit of you to ground herself in, to commit to her memory the touch of your skin. You kinda have to figure it out based on visual cues, because the words die in her throat when she has you near.

W - Whole: Would they feel incomplete without their s/o?

She'd definitely feel crushed if you were in a relationship for a while, but she'd be able to move forward, even if her heart hurts.

X - XOXO: What's a loving gesture you should expect from them?

Expect get-away's, it helps Yara and she hopes it helps you, the two of you don't even have to do anything. Once or twice a week Yara just brings food and takes you somewhere to be alone. Being a member of the Justice League can require her to prioritize the job over most things, but you're still important to her and she will make it apparent.

Y - Yearning: How much do they miss their s/o?

More than she'd like to admit. Whenever she gets a little bit of quiet time between the work she does, her mind automatically thinks of you.

Z - Zzz: Sleeping with them, how does it go?

Snores. (/hj) grips onto whatever part of you she can find. Certified duvet thief through and through. Sprawls out until the two of you are a mess of limbs.

#dc comics #dc x reader #dc x y/n #dc x you #yara flor x you #yara flor x y/n #yara flor x reader #future state wonder woman #wonder woman x reader #dcu #dcu comics #dc #dc future state #future state justice league

[yootdong]

Healing December (pt. 1)

caregiver: 2yeon (also jihyo in some ways?)

littles: the rest of the members

“Take Jihyo with you, I can easily handle Sana, Mina and Tzuyu alone” Jeongyeon told Nayeon as they roasted the meat

“Oh come on Jeongy, don't be dramatic, we aren't even little right now” Dayhun pouted

“exactly, and you are still a bunch of brats, try again when you'll be tired and will start to slip”

-

“Chips!” shouted Chaeyoung getting into the car “we can eat them, right?”

“not too many, or you'll feel bad”

Jihyo laughed as she noticed how momo and Dahyun had already brought forward the idea of the younger one

-

“I need coffee,” sighed Jeongyeon, “Sana, baby, would you ask the girls if they can buy some?”

“Mhm” the girl murmured grabbing her phone and letting it ring a few times “they aren't answering”

“Try calling Chaeng, Nayeon and Jihyo are probably driving” Mina suggested

but when the younger girl didn't answer either she decided to just text momo

-

“Sana called” Chae said, still taking pictures of the landscape

“Ah yes, she sent me a list of things from appa Jeongy” Momo explained, chewing as she looked at her cell phone.

-

Meanwhile the other half of the family was very quiet, almost reaching the house they would stay in

“that should be our residence” Jeongyeon pointed

“Where?” Tzuyu asked getting as close to the window as possible

“up there, the white house”

“It's huge” Sana yawned making Jeongyeon laugh

“Sana, just sleep, do you know how many times you've yawned since we left?”

“I don't know, I only remember the last one”

“That cloud looks like a marshmallow” Tzuyu said excitedly

“Tzu, that is an actual marshmallow” jeongyeon said

“you're lying”

“No, she's telling the truth, they cut it from there and sell it” Sana added

and the two went on like this for a few minutes until Tzuyu heard mina's laugh next to her

“liar! you are so mean” the maknae pouted

“aww baby don't be upset” teased the older out of them

and when they arrived the first thing the girls focused on were the marshmallow and the bonfire

“Tzuyu look, these are from the field we saw earlier” Jeongyeon joked, getting a glare from the younger girl.

“can we make some jeong? Please?" Sana asked excitedly

“okay but only one for each of you, then we go inside”

-

Jeongyeon was making fish bread with Tzuyu when she noticed the deep silence in the rest of the house “Sana and Mina?”

“They said they were going to sleep” Tzuyu answered

“mh good, they were both really tired, why don't you go and take a nap too darling?” jeongy said noticing the tiredness of the maknae

Tzuyu just nodded “i wanna call the momm- Nayeon and the others first”

Jeongyeon chuckled standing up and stroking Tzuyu's head “okay baby, say hi for me, I'm going out to prepare something for when they arrive”.

Tzuyu initially tried to call Nayeon but when she got no answer she decided to switch to Jihyo

“hey Tzu”

“hello Jihyo unnie”

“hello baby, are you alright?”

"hmm, are you coming back?"

“Yes, we just finished shopping, do you need anything else? we have coffee and snacks”

“no there's a lot of stuff here unnie”

“Oh really?”

“yes, and we prepared fish bread unnie!”

“wow that's great baby, where are the others now?”

“Sana and Mina are sleeping, appa jeongy is preparing something, not sure what though”

“alright, see you in a bit then”

“okay, hurry up”

-

“Why did you take so long?” Jeong asked when she saw the rest of the members get out of the car

“there were lots of things to buy!” shouted Chae excitedly running towards her mother

“wow really?”

“It's beautiful” Momo said, looking around

“and this is nothing, you should see inside”

“let's go!” Chae said pulling Jeong on her feet

“alright, alright, appa can walk alone chae” chuckled Nayeon and the youngest blushed realizing she was slipping into her headspace

“it's so quiet” Dahyun commented as they entered

“Everyone's asleep?” Momo asked

“Yes” jeongyeon replied

“honeyyy” shouted chaeyoung going to the bedroom upstairs just to see Tzuyu in bed, and deciding to jump on the maknae “wake up!”

“chae?”

“hm, let's go! we brought coffee and strawberry and chocolate milk and milkshakes”she said excitedly

“eomma back?” Tzuyu asked in a small voice

“yes, eomma is downstairs and so are unnie and appa”

Tzuyu got out of bed taking her sister's hand and walking onto the small balcony, deciding she was too tired to go downstairs

“eomma?” called the little girl rubbing her eye with the hand that wasn't holding chaeyoung's

“Here's my baby” said Nayeon, smiling at the little girl and climbing the stairs to take her in her arms “did you have a good nap darling?” and Tzuyu just nodded and buried her face in her mother's shoulder as chaeyoung ran to the basement room “chae don't run on the stairs”

“yes eomma” she answered walking around the small corridor she had found “honeyyy!” she kept shouting looking for the rest of her sisters

#kpop agere #agere #sfw agere #sfw regression #twice agere #age regression #twice #2yeon parents #kpop age regression #sana #momo #mina #tzuyu #jihyo #dahyun #Chaeyoung #Nayeon #jeongyeon

[b0y-artist]

Mono opened his eyes with a groan, his brain processing where he was, and what had happened.

Oh, right.

Seven was dead.

He didn't even want to get up, nor did he have the energy to, he just buried his head further into the blue jacket wrapped around him.

"Crk"

*What was that.*

Mono grumbled, he wasn't sure what that sound was, but he was too tired to care. He *had* tried to move his body at least, but discovered it was completely asleep.

Maybe it was his mind playing with him, or maybe it was a monster, Mono didn't really care either way.

Honestly, he'd be happy if it was a monster, just put him out of his misery.

*Crk.*

Mono groaned, rolling over, there was that sound again, it was more insistent this time.

*Whatever* made that sound, was obviously not overjoyed with being ignored, and this time, something nudged his arm.

Mono finally lost his patience, he popped his head up, immediately being met with something small, and *very* blurry.

Mono wiped his eyes, getting the sleeve he was using wet. *He'd really been crying that long?*

After making sure his face was completely dry, he looked up, finding a small nome.

Mono huffed, "What do *you* want?" He spat, a look of annoyance crossing his face.

The nome made a trilling noise, before bumping it's cone head against Mono's face.

Mono carefully pushed the nome away, before rolling over with his arms crossed.

"I'm fine, now leave me alone." He grumbled, clutching on tighter to the blue jacket encasing him.

Mono really hadn't meant to be rude towards the nome, he was just in a bad mood.

However, the nome was not giving up so easily, and waddled over to face Mono.

*Crk, trr*

"I don't understand what you're saying," Mono whispered, his voice wavering. *"Please,* just leave me alone."

Mono didn't wait for an answer, closing his eyes with tears still running down his face, most landed on Seven's jacket, seeping through and soaking the fabric.

Mono shut his eyes tighter, hugging himself. "Sev– I-I miss you." He whimpered, pulling the jacket so close around himself, he was afraid it might rip.

He couldn't breathe–

"Someone help– please." Mono whined, feeling his chest constrict. He wasn't sure who he was really asking. It's not like anyone's around who *could* help.

*Crk*

Something gently nudged his face, with a soft trill.

Mono tried to ignore whatever it was, but he was nudged again, and again, and again.

Mono sighed, hesitantly opening his eyes to see his little aggressor.

"You just don't give up, do you?" Mono mumbled, as the nome titled it's cone shaped head, before chirping.

"I already told you, I can't understand you–" Mono was cut off when the nome waddled closer, bringing a tiny hand up to Mono's face, and wiping away fresh tears.

Something was oddly familiar about that act.

Mono snapped out of his daze, looking to the small nome. "Uh– thank you," Mono said, watching as the nome nudged his face with it's cone shaped head, before curling up next to him.

Mono was puzzled, before he noticed the nome was shaking, "Oh, are– are you cold?" Mono said, before reaching for a sleeve of Seven's jacket, and drapping it over the nome.

"Is– is that a little better?" Mono asked, the nome cuddled into the sleeve and let out a trill. Mono smiled, "I'll take that as a yes," he chuckled, his eyes felt heavier then bricks, as he finally let his mind relax, and shut down for the night.

"Mono?" A voice asked. Mono was sure he was dreaming, because it felt like he was floating. But, that voice, it sounded familiar.

"C'mon sleepyhead," The voice said with a giggle, Mono could've sworn he knew them from somewhere.

He tried to open his eyes, and he saw a boy in a blue jacket just above him. They were blurry, and he couldn't pick out their features, but they smiled down at him.

"Mono, it's time to wake up." The voice spoke softly, and Mono could feel someone placing a kiss to his forehead.

Mono snapped his eyes open, only to find a nome gently nudging it's cone shaped head against his forehead with a trill.

Mono carefully pushed the nome away, which only caused more nudging, it kinda tickled.

"Alright, alright!" Mono said with a giggle. "I'm up, I'm up!"

The nome seemed to be satisfied with his answer, nodding it's head up and down with a chirp, and another chirp.

It reminded him of how Seven used to scold him for waking up so late.

"Well," Mono hummed, "I guess we should be heading off, huh?"

#little nightmares #little nightmares runaway kid #moven #little nightmares mono #runaway kid #oh I wonder... #familiar nome au

[dailydoseofveigar]

Day 53:

"I'm going to go rest."

"You can sleep?" Someone curiously prodded.

Veigar cast a glance before huffing, "Yes, I can I simply choose not to; incorporating magic into my form let alone the physical cosmics leaves me unable to grow exhausted or hunger."

Almost immediately, "Is that why you don't eat with us?"

"Among other reasons."

Someone else decided to pitch in, "Why sleep now?"

"Lulu insisted I lie down with her for a nap."

Someone snorted. It didn't take much more than a glare in their general direction before the palpable feeling of death loomed in the air.

"I will return shortly, Lulu never sleeps long," and with that he left.

...

"Lulu, sweetie-," someone was shaking her awake, "It's time to get up. Veigar wouldn't want you sleeping much longer than this."

"Did he wake up?" She mewled pitifully, her eyes not opening and sleep still heavy in her voice.

"Not yet, but I need you to get up. We fixed some food and we know you must be hungry-"

Lulu fussed and yanked herself back curling into the sheets, "Not hungry!"

"Lulu-"

A second voice loomed from the door, "She's waking up right?"

"She won't get up."

"Come on Pixie Dust, Veigar's not gonna be too happy hearing you were so fussy all this time."

Lulu flinched and almost growled but her stomach beat her to it.

"See, you are hungry, come on," after the nudging Lulu finally rolled back over and slipped off the bed. Hair a mess, she didn't even take off her robes to nap in, and she had a faltering pep in her step, but she walked to the door following the other yordles out. Only glancing back at the bed for a moment.

...

It didn't seem to take Lulu long to cheer up with an abundance of sugary, mostly breakfast, foods. Pix was glad to see her up but too busy bossing around the kitchen to fetch her itself. The other yordles would groan at another immenent sugar rush on the horizon, not entirely haply about their intake lately either to appease Lulu's ever growing bad mood.

Idle chit chat took place shortly after, Lulu pitching in no matter how stuffed her face was, and their loud voices, for bodies so small, almost drowned out the noise.

A door slamming somewhere in the castle. Open or closed it wasn't sure.

But they were all accounted for. Everyone held their breath and stared at the opening of the dining room. Seconds ticked by, but they heard it: the rush of someone hurrying, clinking of metal on stone-

And Veigar appeared in the doorway.

"HOW LONG-," apparently just waking up didn't capsize his volume control when upset still, "-HAVE I BEEN ASLEEP?!"

Before anyone could answer Lulu practically fell out of her seat, bounding over, "VEIGAR!" And smothering him in a hug.

He looked unfazed still glaring at the room, "WELL?!"

"Oh-," someone bumbled out.

"Um."

"A couple of months-."

"MONTHS?!"

Everyone flinched, "We tried to wake you-"

"Are you, like, ok?"

Veigar paused abruptly, "I have not slept in over hundreds of years. I did not think... I didn't account for-Lulu! Please! I'm trying to seethe!"

The awkwardness in the room: palpable. Veigar's distress: immense. Estimated time of Lulu letting Veigar go: never.

"...You hungry?"

#veigar #and im officially back if i take hiatuses im just going to blame it on the fact Veigar fell asleep #lulu #among other yordles i havent named

[bots-and-cons]

Hey hey! I've been meaning to send this to you ever since I've discovered your blog and I didn't really know what I should do since I'm also like this irl but I've been taking breaks and getting better recently with my sleep and resting so I think you should too! I've seen that you're often or always tired/sleepy in your posts so I just want you to please take a break. I don't mean this in a mean way like I'm mad but I'm concerned abt you. Take a break as long as you need, answer asks when you're feeling better and energized, yk? Or at least if had your rest like a nap an hour or two so your writing brain may work afterwards. 8 hours of sleep is needed obv! Like sleep early n stuff, if u can, drop anything that may stop you from sleeping 8 hours or sleeping early, maybe even establish a schedule that can fit well with your personal life and doing this blog. I feel like you shouldn't feel pressured to answer asks especially when you're tired and sleepy. You and your health is your FIRST PRIORITY! never forget that.

—anonymous fan of ur blog !!

P.s. I hope this isn't too pressuring or giving off too much concern over you when I'm just a stranger on the internet ;-;

Oh I kinda feel bad for giving you an impression like this lol, and no worries, not pressuring or anything :D. My sleeping schedule is pretty good, at least in my opinion. I'm asleep every night before 23 (11pm) and if I have to be awake earlier then 8 in the morning then I'm usually asleep by 21.30 (9.30 pm) or 22 (10pm) at the latest. I usually make sure I can sleep 10 hours, because 8 is not enough for me, or at least it's not sustainable.

"Tired" is the word I usually use when I'm not really sure what I'm feeling, but since tired feels like the closest match, I usually go with that. It sounds better than lazy anyway. Since I can't answer shortly, you're gonna get a bit of a long answer here. I think calling myself lazy in this context doesn't really fit either, because this is not something I have to do, it's something I want to do. If you would believe it, I'm actually very bad at putting my emotions into words, at least in a way that would make sense to other people and not just me lol

I've been putting my own well being first, then school, then the blogs, and then other things. My well being of course encompasses a lot of things so that's a pretty general description, but I think you get my point. I've been doing a lot better lately and even though the school stuff takes time and a lot of effort, I like doing it.

I appreciate you showing concern for me but I don't think you need to worry about me (thanks though, it means a lot). Just remember to take care of yourself as well, and I'm proud of you for making a change in your sleeping habits :D

#ony answers

[crybabylisa]

Would we get your selfship with House husband Kakucho? 👉👈 sfw, nsfw, whatever you feel like 🥺

of course!! i'll do both because he's my baby🤧

the sfw selfship ask game

-> send me a character out of my selfships and i'll answer these questions <3 please clarify if you want me to do the sfw or nsfw version!

KAKUCHO X LISA

who is the grumpiest in the morning?

me, i'm always so tired, no matter how long I sleep😔 kakucho is the one who wakes up first and even makes breakfast for both of us. he wakes me up with kisses and the food always brings me in a better mood. he's just the best :(

who worries more when the other is sick/hurt?

kakucho is really protective over me. he always worries about me when i'm on my period and in pain or when i'm just sick and he always does everything he can to make me feel better. but i also have to worry about him a lot and always take care of his wounds🤧

who plays pranks on the other?

i do it sometimes, but i always feel bad about it lmao he also somehow never falls for them😔

who is always the first to suggest cuddling on the sofa?

we both do!! we just love to cuddle with each other and it gives both of us so much comfort, especially after a long day at work.

who insists on creating nicknames for the other?

me!! but only little pet names like "babe", "pretty boy" and most of the times it's just "kaku".

who says "i love you" first?

i said it first but it took me forever to do so because i was sure that my feelings were one-sided. i accidentally told him and he thought i was joking when i confessed to him but once he realized that i was being serious he hugged me and told me that my feelings aren't one-sided. it was like a childhood friends to lovers slowburn fanfic lmao

who's the messiest one?

kakucho is definitely the cleaner one lmao

who feels the most uncomfortable about pda?

kakucho. he just likes everything a little more private but he always holds my hand or has an arm around me to let people know that i'm his and to make me feel safe.

who's the funniest drunk?

i don't drink alcohol and kakucho doesn't like to get drunk either.

who texts the most?

me!! but he also texts me a lot especially when he's on business trips and when he misses me.

who has the most embarrassing taste in music?

probably me💀

who reads the most?

i do but he always listens to me when i talk to him about the books or mangas!!

who's better with kids?

definitely kakucho!! he's amazing with kids and he's honestly the only person i would want children with.

who's the one that fixes things around the house?

kakucho and i do it together🤧 sometimes it's really chaotic because we both don't really have a idea about all this stuff but we try our best lmao

who cooks and who cleans up?

he's an amazing cook and does most of the cooking but he also teaches me how to do it myself. i clean up most of the times.

the nsfw selfship ask game

KAKUCHO X LISA

who is the loudest?

i am the loudest because he's a little embarrassed about being vocal himself but his moans, whines and groans are so fucking hot.

who is the more submissive?

in 96% of the time it's me. but i really want him to be submissive sometimes, it's really cute..

who is the most experimental?

probably also me but we're both good with the stuff we're used to. we trust eachother and he always wants to try the things i suggest.

do they fuck or make love?

make love always!! we both don't like to just fuck, feelings are always involved.

lights on or lights off?

lights on!! i need to see his perfect body😩

who likes sexting the most?

i do.... it's just because i'm a needy slut for kakucho and it's so much fun to tease him. he secretly loves and enjoys it.

who is more likely to be caught masturbating?

me.. when he's at work for too long and i'm needy then i can't help it and have to touch myself. he catches me sometimes when he's not taking too long at work and he always helps me out if i need it🤧 it rarely ever happens that i catch him, sometimes it's when i fell asleep before he came back home and then i wake up when he's masturbating. he gets so embarrassed but it's really cute...

who is better at oral and who prefers it?

he's so fucking amazing with his tounge and he loves to eat me out because he always wants to make me feel good. but i also love to suck him off tho..

who usually initiates things?

i initiate it most of the times because just looking at this beautiful man makes me go 😩😩😩😩. kakucho is just so fucking hot and if he's not wearing a shirt like most of the times, i just can't help it :( like i said before, i am a whore for this man.

who has the most/weirdest kinks?

we both don't have too many kinks and none really "weird" kinks but i think i have more than him.

#crybabylisa moots: angel ;) #crybabylisa ask games ☆ #kakucho #selfships

[winter-cheshire-writings]

Echoes and Experiments: Chapter 5

When Albedo returned, Mieko looked drained and pale. She obviously hadn't been sleeping either. He indulged Koyuki's curiosity for a bit, answering her questions while Mieko brewed more tea. He felt extremely concerned for his partner, knowing that it had only been 2 days. When Yuma came to get his daughter, Albedo went to check on Mieko. “Mie, what's wrong?” He asked, noting her shaking.

“Nothing-”

“Mieko.” He made her turn around and put his hands on either side of her, pressing her back against the counter. “Please. Don't hold it back. It's clearly bothering you.”

“I… I’m sorry.” She let out a sob, laying her head on Albedo's shoulder. “I'm sorry…”

“What are you sorry for?” He asked, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her to him. He let her calm down before he asked again. “Mie, what are you sorry for?”

“I… It's been so long since Yuki died, why can't I just make it stop hurting?” She managed, clearly distraught. “Albedo, I can't make it stop…”

“No one would expect you to do that, Mie.” He said, soothing her as well as he could before having her sit while he cooked dinner. As he placed the plates of Sunshine Sprat on the table, she looked up. “Are you feeling better now?”

“Not quite.” She said softly. “But I missed you.” she smiled up at him before he took his seat.

“I missed you as well.” he did his best to keep the dinner conversation light, knowing she was currently thinking too hard. After they ate, he had her go to bathe and relax a bit, doing the dishes for her. It was painfully obvious that Mie was suffering, seeing Koyuki and mentally apologizing the whole time to her dead friend. He sighed to himself, wondering what to do. How could he assist her? His chest felt tight when she cried and was upset like this. But this was something Mieko had to resolve herself. It wasn't as though he could use Alchemy to help her. As he contemplated these things, he felt a hand on his shoulder. “Do you feel better, Mie?”

“I do.” She said, hugging onto him, seeming much less tense. He took her hand and smiled over his shoulder at her, letting her press her nose against his cheek. “Thank you, Albedo.”

“You're welcome. You should get to sleep soon.” He added. “You're taking Koyuki yo study the flowers tomorrow, right?”

“Yes.” She smiled. “Hopefully the air and the work will help.”

“I hope so as well. Where will you two be going?”

“It will likely be around The Whispering Woods and Starfell Lake… Thankfully the concentration of monsters is lower around there.”

“Oh? What a coincidence. I have to head that way tomorrow afternoon for some work. Shall I meet you for lunch?” He asked, Mieko chuckling at him.

“If you like.” She said. They planned on a place to meet before Mieko went to lay down, Albedo staying with her for a little while. She went to bed smiling, and once she was asleep, he tucked hernin andnpwt her head, staring at her for a while.

-

The next morning after Albedo left, Mieko took Koyuki out with a promise to bring her home before thensun started to go down. They spent the morning observing and sketching flowers, Koyuki trying her best to mimic Mieko's work. It was a good day for them both. They began to head to the spot where Albedo was going to meet them for lunch when Mieko got a bad feeling. She glanced around, seeing something barreling their way. She whipped around and met the flaming club of a hilichurl with her polearm. “Damn it, Koyuki, move back! Go to the trees!”

“Y-Yes, Miss Mie!” Koyuki ran to the tree line to hide, Mieko throwing the hilichirl back before blocking another. There were 4 of them, and something large and looming heading for them.

“A mitachurl too? Crap.” She bit her cheek. Mieko did her best to keep them away from Koyuki, bit one of the hilichurls got past her. “Koyuki, climb the tree!” She called, the young girl scramblung up the tree. The hilichurl that had gone after her stomped the light blue ribbon thay had fallen from Koyuki’shair, trying to get at her by clawing at the tree. Mieko managed to throw The remaining two hilichurls off of her and hurried to dispatch the one trying to get to Koyuki. “Stay there. I'll take care of the rest of the monsters.” She reassured the girl.

“Y-Yes, Miss Mie.” Koyuki nodded, Mieko going back to fighting. As the mitachurl slammed its axe down on her, she managed to move away, but then she saw it. An Abyss Mage And 2 more mitachurls coming their way. “Shit… Really?” She wasn't going yo be able to take all 3 out at once. “Alright, Snow… Time To put Albedo's training to the test.” She took her stance infront of the approaching enemy, prepared to fight as hard as she could against them. She had to protect Koyuki. She began her attack, doing alright against them until the Abyss Mage summoned it's flame spewing dragon heads to surround Mieko.

“Miss Mie!!” Mieko was certain she was done for in that instant, but strangely she felt movement beneath her. She looked down as a flower-shaped platform lifted her above the flames, even the Abyss Mage looking surprised. She smiled though, seeing one of the mitachurls stumbling as it was pushed back, a flash of white rushing out from beheath her. “Mister Albedo!”

“Thank you, my dear. Now this will be much easier.” She smiled, adjusting her weapon in her hand before jumping down on top of the Abyss Mage, utilizing her vision to whittle down the shield in front of her. The two fought off the Abyss Mage and the remaining mitachurls before retrieving Koyuki from the tree. “Koyuki, are you okay?” Mieko asjed as the girl started to cry. “Whats wrong?”

“I…” She sobbed, trying to rub away her tears. “I ruined Aunty Yuki's ribbon!” She cried, which surprised Mieko. “Papa daid not to lose it cause it was special!” She sobbed. Mieko, with no hesitation, untied the red ribbon from her own hair that Yuki had gifted her so many years prior.

“Don’t cry, little one.” She smiled, petting Koyuki’s head before she tied the new bow into place where the light blue ribbon had been. “Your Aunt would never want you to cry over a ribbon. You can have this one. Your aunt gifted me that when we were around your age.”

“She… did…?”

“Yes, she did. She would also have been very glad that you were safe, and given you all the ribbons you wanted to replace the old one. But, since she isn't with us, I hope this will be a suitable substitute.” Koyuki managed to stop crying as Mieko continued to pet her head. “Now, let's go back and get you home safe. I think from now on, we'll need to have you just staynin Mondstat for the apprenticeship. At least until you're older, or if we have more company.”

“Y-Yes Miss Mie… Thank you for protecting me.”

-

Albedo escorted them back to Koyuki’s house before he took Mieko to her workshop so she could rest, knowing that ribbon was all she had left of Yuki.

“Will you be alright?” he asked her as he boiled some water.

“Not as alright as I always pretend to be.” She replies to him from her seat.

“Well, thank you for your honesty.” He replied simply.

“Can we make coffee instead of tea? I should probably stay awake.”

“We can.” he smiled, grabbing the coffee instead of the tea. Albedo remained quiet for a while, and once the coffee was ready, he sat with her on the couch. He brushed out her braid with his hand, smiling as she leaned into his touch once he was done, cupping her cheek.

“Get some rest. I'll return later, there's something I want to give you.”

“Give me…?” She asked. Her stomach growled, and her cheeks colored. “Oh… I forgot to eat…”

“It's alright. I'll bring you some food too.” He smiled. “So close your eyes for a bit. I'll be back shortly.” He left her with a kiss to the top of her head, Mieko sinking into her seat once she was alone. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath.

“Yuki. Are you proud of me?”

-

Upon Albedo's return, he had a dark blue ribbon in hand, along with food from Good Hunter. The ribbon was accented with the same motifs he had on his coat. “You may find this a bit much, but perhaps… You could wear this instead?” He handed her the ribbon after placing the food down on the table. He stood in front of her, not wanting to push her too far. Not when she was this fragile. “I know emotionally it's not nearly so precious to you, however-” Mieko wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him to her, burying her face against his chest. “Mie…?” he asked, bracing himself on the back of the couch, kneeling over her lap now.

“It's more precious than you could ever know… Thank you, Albedo.” She managed to say, tears forming again. He smiled and moved to sit in her lap, allowing her to hold him. He let himself relax, leaning into her arms. Albedo played quietly with her hair for a while, just enjoying being close to her before speaking.

“Would you like me to put it into your hair for you?” he asked.

“Yes, please.”

-

The following week, she had changed her entire look to match Albedo’s ribbon. When he got a closer look, he saw many little motifs that matched the ones he wore, making him smile. He liked it when they matched, perhaps a bit too much. He was most amused by the armband motifs on her leggings and shirt cuffs. She really studied his attire for this. Not to mention, this new outfit seemed to give her confidence that made her seem happier. He supposed that he should maybe give her gifts she could use like this more often. And perhaps see if she would make herself match him more.

“A good experiment.” He mused to himself.

-

Albedo walked over to her when she came to visit him up on Dragonspine one day, picking her up and making her squeak In surprise.

“A-Albedo? What is it?” She asked, Albedo smiling at how red her cheeks were.

“Nothing in particular. I just wanted to show you some appreciation. For the outfit you made to accompany my gift.”

“I can walk though…? You don't have to pick me up.”

“Mm, call it a countermeasure.”

“A countermeasure to what exactly?”

“To the feigned resistance and embarrassment in reaction to what I'm about to do to you.” he smiled, Mieko's face getting even redder. “I can't begin to tell you how much I wanted to do this when we were in Mondstadt when I saw you wearing this outfit. But I resisted to avoid you panicking.” he chuckled as he carried her into his camp. “So now that we're alone… Will you let me, Mie?”

“L-Let you??? Let you do what, Albedo???” She asked.

“Oh, I see. Feigned ignorance as well.” he nodded. “I will have to take more notes.” he smiled up at her, putting her down on his desk and leaning in close to her.

“Mie… I wish to do more than just cuddling tonight. If you would prefer I elaborate, I will do so. But the last time I said the word ‘fornicate’ you-” he stopped when her hand covered his mouth.

“I get it, I get It.” she said, her hand shaking a little and her cheeks as red as Albedo had ever seen them. “Enough already, Albedo… You promised, as a part of the agreement. No toying with my heart.”

“Oh, does it seem like that's what I'm doing? Forgive me. I thought this was called flirting. Is my research incorrect?” Albedo asked as she withdrew her hand.

“It isn't wrong, but… You're also a lot more straightforward about it… Too honest.” She added.

“Oh… But you like honesty, yes?”

“I do. Very much so.”

“Then, Mie. I want you.” he felt his own cheeks flush a bit pink at his statement. “Will you allow for that…?” Mieko smiled softly, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

“Archons, you're being cute again. You know what that does for me.” She leaned in a little and chuckled. “If that's what you want, Albedo. Anything for you.”

#winter-cheshire-writings #albedo x oc #genshin albedo #genshin impact #genshin impact albedo #genshin oc x canon #mieko - oc #oc x canon #echoes and experiments #miebedoship

[nonokoko13]

Child!reader being adopted by spy x family characters Pt. 2

As I said in the previous part, these adoption headcanons are really specific, including your hypothetical pronouns and name; these two are extra so you can imagine yourself with your name and desired gender. You can ask for less specific headcanons if you want too. Part 1 here

Enjoy!

Sylvia Sherwood

How you met

She carries the responsibility of WISE, she needs to be committed to it. More than ever now that the peace was threatened every day by those who wanted war to arise again

She missed her family, but she overcame it. Just like the HQ she had to be impenetrable

At least, that's what she thought

Because right in front of her there was the question which answers she wanted to hear. A kid.

It would be normal to see one if she wasn't at the HQ

It didn't help no one knew there was a kid there until you spoke up

The camera system didn't record you and there wasn't any entrance to the agency that had been forced. You weren't any employee's kid either

After scolding them and order to search your parents she met you again

"Hello little one. May I ask you how did you get in here?"

You smiled, seeming to have been waiting her to ask

"Because I like to play and explore! And I'm really good at hide and seek"

Sylvia raised an eyebrow. No matter how well someone was good at hiding there was no way you could break into the HQ; it sounded surrealistic

"But how did you find this place?"

"Because it was easy to find"

"Don't you think you could end bad breaking into unknown places?"

"If I don't know what isthis place how I'd know that?"

Fair enough

That conversation wasn't going anywhere, yet she was angrier with the security staff than you. You didn't look worried though

You gave her an idea

"Do you want to play with me?"

Both entered in the nearest police station, she talked with the officers before telling you to count until 1000 while she was going to hide. You started the count facing a wall

She felt bad, but there were some traffickers she had to catch before they made the exchange

She was following their car; everything fine until she believed to see a small hand greeting her from the car's trunk

She returned to the police station to find out that moments later of her departure you disappeared without anyone realizing. She went to the point where the delivery would be made

Outside the abandoned warehouse there was no signal that you were there until she saw you getting out from under the car on the other side

Something caused a shooting that would make the police come and caught her at any moment. The bands kept shooting at each other while you were behind a transport container

"What were you thinking?! I told you to stay with the police!"

"I'm sorry, I counted until I know, then I saw you following the car, so I followed too. But before they caught me I hid in there...I'm sorry..." You pulled out a walkie-talkie

"I got two from the police station. I left one in there so the others thought the guys of that car were betraying them, it should have worked to scape with no bad guys seeing us"

She was impressed. However, there was no time to ask where you learn that from

Analyzing the situation the principal scape was blocked, fortunately they hadn't noticed you yet so–

You pulled her shirt, pointing somewhere else

"Let's get out"

General headcanons

Sylvia was still surprised that your plan of exiting through a rear window she hadn't seen and walk away without hurry could work

She stopped walking to watch you smash the walkie-talkie and take out some matches to burn it

"Now they can't find footprints!"

The police may not get answers about it but she had many questions for you

She lied to you about the HQ, after the shooting her lie was on the floor. Thenceforth Sylvia's not able to tell if you were playing along and keeping her secret or you have no idea what's all about

You thought her name was Handler. When you knew she was called Sylvia Sherwood you pointed your hoody logo and say "S of Super, you're superman–Superwoman!"

That's how she begun to be mistaken with an endearing mother and her son. She was superwoman and you "kid", because you said that's how you were called, along with child, shrimp, demon...

"That's unacceptable". She handed you lists of names to choose, unfortunately no one convinced you

It wasn't until you two went to a jewelry store that you found the name

The casual way you break in HQ when you want still frustrates her, how do you do it?? You don't see big deal though

Fullmetal lady didn't remember how tough was motherhood

Anyone would freak out if they found out about spies. Yet there you are, admiring flying guys in underpants

Sylvia asked you about your family, but you always tell the same: you lived with dad until he left you with a woman that he said was your mom

The Handler found out your father is a repeat offender, currently on a maximum security prison in another country. Both him and the woman without offspring legally

"Please, don't tell me one of his criminal records is jailbreaking"

The informant doubted "Actually, that's the main one"

"..."

The Forgers

Scenario where it's up to both of them to adopt you. To keep Loid's mental sanity safe it will be independent of the timeline where Yor has a kid on her own, feel free to imagine both kids being Anya's siblings at the same time. You can ask me to include that idea if I write more about this

How you met

As I said before Twilight wouldn't adopt anyone due his job, only one kid for Operation Strix and that was Anya. For now Yor didn't want more kids, she loves Anya and that's enough for them

Not for Anya. She wanted a little sibling

All started talking with Becky when Damian mentioned his brother. Back at home she brought the topic and neither Pa or Ma were giving her an answer of where babies come from

That's when she begun to feel like being a sister. Any plan helped her to convince her parents though

Anya remembered something Mr Henderson told them. "If you want something, take it into your own hands"

And she took it too seriously

Next day Anya and Bond disappeared, she was in the dogs park with Yor

While Mrs Forger panicked Anya had returned to the place she met Twilight

As the time passed the Forgers worried more. When they found Anya and Bond at their building's door they felt relieved

Your presence didn't make things better

They asked Anya where she had been and where did you come from. She said she adopted you

Of course Anya wasn't going to say she broke into an orphanage and took you

Loid's scolding made you cry

"Anya, we aren't adopting–"

"If she's not my sister I won't go to school ever again!!"

"Just for a trial period" that's what Loid hoped

General headcanons

Loid thought babies were easy because it's unnecessary (more impossible) communication with a living being that can't talk; after all babies only have basic needs. He was wrong

It would be easier if you could talk. Why are you crying? You have eaten! Are you sad? Cold? You dislike him?

Yor is not better either. Because her parents died when Yuri was a kid Yor didn't have experience with changing diapers, or anything related with babies

She was more scared than Loid to the point she didn't want to hold you. She broke Yuri's ribs with a hug when he was a toddler, what if she kills you with few contact?

In less than 24 hours you already had a crib and all kinds of things a baby would need. However, having three bedrooms and parents sleeping in separate rooms meant all your things ended in Anya's room

You cried at night until they discovered you calmed down when Anya let you a plushie to hug

She can't wait for the day pa and ma share bed to take back her bedroom

The second night Anya had an idea

Ma is scared of being your mom, solution? Leave you in her bed while Yor is asleep imagining that would work

Thanks God Yor doesn't move much when sleeping. On the other hand Yor is a light sleeper due not being used to sleep with someone so she woke up minutes later

She almost jump out of the bed, realizing that would make you cry made her contain. You groaned, did she wake you up? Yor wasn't sure of holding you, instead she laid down again and approached you to her chest

Seeing you so peaceful by her side melted her, thinking about it you looked a bit like her and Loid.. She blushed at the embarrassing thought

Bold of them to not imagine that's why Anya chose you

In the morning Loid discovered what happened and had a little words with Anya during breakfast before she went to school

Yor went to work and he decided to take a day off from his work to spend the morning with you. The Handler said the first days you should see them to recognize faces

Walks with Bond, buying toys, trying to teach you sign language...Normal stuff

Loid is glad you don't do anything but sleep and eat, except your obsession with munching. When you first kissed Yor he found it normal until you munched her cheek and now you do that to everyone; probably you're teething

Yor found it really cute, but you shouldn't go kissing and chewing cheeks. Anya thinks is funny just don't try to chew her hair again please

Another problem came with names. Loid was going through a list of 850 names in alphabetical order, meanings included; Yor didn't take it to the extreme

"Hum, what about Rose? I think it's a cute name, I mean it's both decision and I'm not good with names Loid–"

Welcome to the family Rose

A spy, an assassin, a telepath and... Well, a baby. Seems like a good mix

Yor Briar

As we know Twilight only would adopt for Operation Strix's sake. Yor became mother by marrying Loid, but what if she had already a kid before being Mrs Forger?

Inspired by this post of @say-seira

How you met

Long ago before Twilight adopted the identity of Loid Forger, the Briars moved to a flat in Berlint

While the eldest sibling had recently become an adult Yuri was only a kid, Yor decided to move to the city so he had nearer his school. It was possible due her proper salary as Thorn Princess

This change would make her job easier too. She had a new client which death could pay Yuri's entrance to a good university

There was a politician who negotiated with terrorists, helping them to get into Ostania and providing them with weapons in exchange to gain good propaganda abroad and getting rid of competition

Knowing this was enough to make Yor's blood boil. He deserved to die, she was sure of it

Struggling with the security around him, Yor finally killed the target without leaving trace

The only inconvenience was a bad injury made by a bullet that she received. After removing the bullet the wound got worse

She went to the hospital to avoid an infection. In the waiting room she met a kind lady, Yor swore that she had seen her before

The woman was scared, but Yor reassured her she will wait her

While Yor was attended the girl was taken to another room. As she promised, Yor waited in the hall after her wound was treated; with a buttoned medical gown on because she didn't want to attract more attention due the bandaged wound in sight

Time passed and many people enter and exit from the room, but she didn't. A nurse carrying something mistook her for one of the staff and scolded her for standing there

"Here, take the baby to the nursery"

"Me? But— wait! What about the woman? Is she okay?"

From afar she heard the answer, but before Yor could explain the error the woman had left. She was shocked, how? She seemed fine

Against her will the dark-haired looked at the lump she was holding: rosy cheeks babbling in dreams, you were in peace

Her shock grew when she saw you shared the username that the man she killed had. That's why the woman was familiar: she was the politician's daughter

Yor searched someone who hand the baby when she recognized the doctor that guided the woman to the room, he was talking with a masked nurse

The fact they went to a private place and maintained their voices low made her suspect

"Did you take care of the mother?" the nurse asked

"Yes, they got ahead of us with her father but I think they will pay us anyway. When they found it was a medical negligence we'll be far from here"

Yor understood they were assassins as well, probably paid by a rival. Luckily they hadn't seen her yet

"Heh, do you they will pay more if we got rid of the baby?"

Yor left the hospital with you, unsure of what to do. Did you have more relatives? The widowed politician didn't have more kids, and your mother came alone. What if they wanted to kill the rest of the family?

A small hand grabbed hers, and every fear disappeared. Looking at each other, she knew you were safer with her. Perhaps it was only guilt or sympathy, but she would try

General headcanons

The moment Yuri saw Yor holding you was in disbelief. Yor said she found you in the streets and he believed it

At first he tried to convince her sister to leave you in a orphanage but once scolding was enough to cease

Still disliking you for the first months. It took some time until he saw you like one of his family

Yuri helped, although they had a rough time because you refused to eat Yor's purees. Your endurance might grew up to make you the only person who can eat her food without bleeding but it doesn't mean you like its flavor

She viewed you as a sibling until you were two, being called mom made Yor too happy to correct you. Yuri was just Yuri, you never feel like using formalities with him or addressing "Uncle" everytime you talked

Yor decided to let your belongings, it was better that way. When you were older, and only if you wanted, she would tell you the truth

She's bad with names, Rose was the only name she could think of but you're a boy. Yor's parents loved that Yuri and her had matching names, therefore you would be the sweet addition to it

The only name I could think of is Yuu because it's gender neutral and means "you" sorry

During the first year of your life she didn't try to hide the blood of her clothes from you. Yuri never suspected either and you wouldn't remember it when you grow up

Your lack of childhood amnesia was something she didn't have in count. Not that she knows you know anyway

Yor has been training you since you were able to walk, if she wasn't there when you needed at least you would be ready to defend yourself. Proud to say you're her strong boy

That said, if the assassins that tried to killed you found were you lived it's something you ignore. Being the protective mother Yor is they could be dead by now

Six years later, it was still Yor and you against the world, with Yuri being the only paternal figure you had. Before one day she met a man and everything changed

She said he will help her by accompanying her to a party so Yuri stopped worrying about her. She said it would be one night, and the next morning you woke up with Yor waiting to talk with you

In part she accepted because of you; you passed the Eden exam before knowing you needed a dad for it. That requisite seemed stupid for you, as you reassured her you could go to any other school; now you would be accepted into the best school!

You agreed and started packing. What else you could do? The decision was made before you were asked anyway, and you didn't want to argue with your mom because she was doing it for your future too

Of course it affected you. No matter how nice they were it was a huge change; in one day you had to move to a new place which didn't feel like home and live with strangers who you'll have to share mom with isn't easy

Anya was nervous too, but for different reasons. She was so excited to meet her soon-to-be sibling! For her, who was an orphan last week, having a pa, a ma and a friend to play with was great

Her expectations went down when she read your mind. You didn't think bad of them, but excited wasn't the word to describe your emotional state either

Loid may not be good at understanding children, but it was clear for him you wasn't comfortable. For him would be weirder if you didn't seem affected at all

On the contrary, Yor seemed cool with all of this to you. Even without any idea of how to be a wife or mother for Anya she enjoyed her time as Forger, which confused you a bit

Yor is happier, not only because she didn't have to worry about the SSS or Yuri anymore. They make her happier, it's just matter of time she could fall for Loid and have a baby that was her own, real kid

Being sure Yor loves you and your new family want you to feel welcomed doesn't make disappear the feelings you carry with. Still, if mom is happy you prefer to keep it to yourself and try to maker her smile too

If it wasn't because Yuri hates the idea of her sister hiding her marriage for a year and sympathized your situation he would have laughed at the irony when you told him during your uncle-nephew walk the next day of his meeting with "Loiloi"

He doesn't know they got married before you attended school so he assumed you had been holding it for a long time. He passed his fingers through your hair

"I understand it's difficult, but I'll be for you whenever you need me"

+ Honorable mention to compensate you for the mild ansgt without warning

Daybreak

We don't know much about him but I included this dork for fun

Thinking about "Daybreak" and "parenthood" makes anyone's mind stopped working

Mainly because it's difficult to say which one would be the child

Not "How you met headcanons" because he wouldn't be able to adopt to begin with

From what we saw in chapter 27 he seems to live alone, depending on his amazing spy career to afford pork steak for dinner. So he must not live too good given that after his first mission he was fired

If he had a child, it would be likely because of a previous relationship he had and didn't end well

He didn't adopt you. You're his biological kid, the only not adopted of this gang

Sorry we can't choose our family good luck ig

Not necessarily ended bad, even remaining as friends, your mother took a different path and is happily married with another man

If she knew he wanted to be a spy either thought "it's a joke" or *sigh*

She was who brought money in the relationship, now you live with her and your step-dad but at the beginning you didn't want to

Daybreak talked with you and promised you could visit each other and even live with him when he could afford it

They don't get it

Who would take care of him? The idea of living on his own was frightening to you

Imagine being father and is your kid who worries about whether pops know how to pay taxes without mom

You took after him in terms of appearance. Any signal of intelligence was from your mother

Average smart but surely smarter than him

Probably he thanked God that you were a boy. He will love whatever you are but he was relieved of saving himself of buying female products when you were on that time of the month and guide you through puberty

As much as he says to be a charming man he's not good with women either so

Your name is Sunny. Guess who chose it

Probably you see him more on weekends than during the week

Until you showed him Spy Wars he didn't have no idea that existed such good series

Of course not cooler than the legend he is but Daybreak jokes about how reading that and seeing your cool pops in action would make you half as good spy as he is someday

Quite sad is that your common sense along with the things you see on TV are enough to be better spy material

You try to watch it with him to see if he learns something

Unsure of what you'll be in the future but in the mean time you had fun watching cartoons and liking kids stuff like dinosaurs and skateboard

Current status: Busy with your first year at school and getting him out of trouble

#spy x family #sxf headcanons #sylvia sherwood #the handler #loid forger #yor forger #anya forger #yor briar #thorn princess #daybreak #child!reader

[cellophaine]

Home With You

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Word Count: 3003

Warnings: None.

Author's Note: I figured I should give you guys a break from my smutty contents lol. And I just wanted to write an indulgent fluff piece.

As always, every likes, comments, reblogs, feedbacks and ask submissions are greatly appreciated! My heart goes into cha-cha-cha mode whenever I receive notifications from you guys (it's a happy mode)

Prompt requested by: Anonyomous (love you anon <3)

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"Matt?!"

You called out as you walked into his apartment; the exhaustion crept into your voice. His name echoed back to you in the empty place, a tell-tale sign of Matt's absence. You huffed out a frustrated sigh as you stepped out of your heels, padding into the living room on bare feet, much to your relief. You dropped your briefcase to the floor with abandon, planting face-first onto the couch, releasing another weary sigh. This was the third night in a row you missed him on his way out, but it was nothing out of the ordinary. At this point, it had become a regular occurrence. You felt like you barely saw him as of late. All you had was the little time in the mornings with Matt's body wrapped around yours in the bed. And it wasn't enough. How could it be?

Your workload as a paralegal at Hogarth, Chao & Benowitz had picked up in the past few months. The pay was more than decent, but it resulted in more time assisting Jeri Hogarth in cases and less time spending with your boyfriend. The immense amount of guilt you felt kept building up, as you knew Matt was not happy about your situation, but he always knew what to say to make you feel better. You had spent time running around New York for researches, staying late at the office at Hogarth's requests.

The days would always end with you worn out to the bones. Matt hated how the job was clawing at you, chipping away a piece of you every day, leaving you stressed out and exhausted. But he was supportive anyway, understanding that it was your choice in the matter. And so, Matt was the only constant, comforting source in your life. He would be there every time you woke up, cuddling and kissing you, making sure that you had all your meals throughout the day, taking care of you when you couldn't do it yourself.

You dragged your enervated self into the shower, lathering yourself up with Matt's shampoo and body, indulging in his scent under the hot water. The clean smell of his soap in the shower steam helped relieve the ache of missing him in your chest. You had slept over his apartment every night. Still, ironic enough, you felt like you drifted away further from him, not of your own volition. Matt was the anchor that kept you close, but how long would it last? How long would he be willing to stay?

You patted yourself dry, walking into his bedroom, the air cool on your exposed skin. You opened the closet, pulling out a sweatshirt of his. You hugged it close to your chest, dropping your head low to inhale the smell of him. You pulled the shirt on along with his too-big sweatpants, tightening the strings at the waistband. You put on his socks, too, tucking them over the hems of the sweats, just like how he always did it. A habit of his that you had absorbed. A bittersweet thought struck you. Despite being in his apartment, often living in his space more than your own, you wore his clothes just to feel closer to him. He was close but never close enough.

You found your way to the couch again, plopping your head on the pillow. You curled into yourself, settling in a comfortable position. You didn't bother with dinner, for you craved something else. You just wanted him here. You wanted to spend every second you could get with him to make up for the time you had missed. You tried to stay up, waiting for him to come back. But the toll of the day pulled on your eyelids, luring you into sleep with much resistance from you.

A weightless feeling woke you from your sleep. You blinked sleepily; your hazy vision revealed Matt, still in his Daredevil suit, the helmet was nowhere in sight. His unseeing eyes radiated the comfort and affection you loved, and you hummed happily at the blessed sight of him. A smile pulled on the corner of Matt's lips as he laid you down on the bed, pulling the soft blanket over you. He brushed your hair off your eyes before leaning in, pressing a lingering kiss on your forehead. You smiled sleepily at his gesture, tilting your face up as his warmth left your skin. Your lips met his halfway, and you sighed into the kiss that you craved with the entirety of your being. You needed this, needed him; you yearned for him. Your hand found its way to him; his light stubble tickled your fingertips. You caressed his face, needing to touch, to feel him, as the kiss grew heavy. Finally, he pulled back from you with much reluctance, within your reach, just enough so you could hear his whisper.

"Have you had dinner? I left you your favourite in the fridge."

You pressed your head into the pillow before shaking your head, along with a muffled confirmation of his suspicion. His brows furrowed, and you quickly pulled on his jaw, drawing him closer. You resumed the kiss, and once again, Matt was the one who broke away. Lowering your voice in a soothing tone, you asked in the hope of distracting him.

"Do you have any injuries that needed to be looked at?"

"It was a pretty uneventful night. I know what you're doing, and it's not working."

He responded at once; his head shook slightly in disapproval. He knew you too well. You knew that. But you didn't want to get up while all you wanted was to bask in his familiarity, his warmth again.

"I had a very long day. I just want to go back to sleep, with you. Please?"

Your desperate plea tugged at his heart. His eyes softened as he pressed a chaste kiss to your lips.

"Alright. But you will have a big breakfast, first thing when you get up."

You bit your lip, brows waggling at him, even though you knew he couldn't see that. A playful, suggestive tone glided into your voice.

"Oh, I definitely would like something 'big' for breakfast."

He let out a small laugh at your terrible tease.

"I'm serious. I was gone for a few hours, and you already neglected yourself."

"I promise. I'll be yours for the entire weekend. Now, can you get your ass in this bed, preferably naked? Pretty please."

He chuckled, standing up to pull his protective gear off. A few rustles later, the mattress dipped as Matt climbed into the bed behind you. He pulled you into his chest, pressing butterfly kisses on your hair. You turned onto your back, giving him easier access to your lips. He eagerly took you on your offer, pulling you in for a soft kiss, so soft that it made you melt into his embrace. He moved to kiss your cheeks, making his way to your eyelids, ending the kiss on your forehead.

"Sleep now, sweetheart. I'll be here when you wake up."

You turned to your side to cuddle into him, curling your hand behind his muscular back. You nuzzled your face into his firm chest, kissing and nibbling sleepily on the naked skin. You fell asleep promptly, grateful for the weekend ahead of you.

Your phone buzzed again and again on Matt's bedside table. You groaned, burrowing your face further into Matt's chest. The faint scent of blood and sweat, of Matt, infiltrated your senses through a daze. However, whoever on the other side stayed persistent; calls came in after calls. Finally, you untangled your limbs from Matt's with frustration, answering the call to hear Hogarth's voice on the other side.

"Where the fuck are you? Why didn't you pick up your damn phone?"

"It's… it's the weekend."

"And? This case won't go away itself. Come in now, or you're fired."

Your ears met with the dead tone from the other line. You fell back onto the warm bed, feeling like you could burst into tears. Pressing your face into the pillow, you muffled a silent scream. Matt propped on his elbow, caressing your back with the other hand.

"Stay here. Quit the job. You deserve so much better than how Hogarth's treating you."

You murmured.

"I can't. Her words have weight. She can really help me with my career. The pay isn't bad either."

"I know, but it's not worth it. I don't like seeing you bend over backward to every of her demand. I can feel your exhaustion every night. I hate seeing you so harrowed and stressed out."

You sighed heavily.

"It's not like I can quit right away. Not until I can secure a better job somewhere else. Rent in Hell's Kitchen is crazy. Until then, I'm stuck with her."

You moved around in the place, talking to Matt as you got ready. When you stepped out of the bathroom into the living room, dressed in your work attire, Matt walked over to where you stood, offering you a cup of tea. You smiled sadly at him, stroking his cheeks. Then, you raised on your tiptoe, kissing him swiftly before picking up your briefcase, making your way to the door.

"I'm sorry, I can't drink the tea. I'm already late. I'll see you later tonight?"

Matt fell into silence; his head turned away from your direction. The mugs of tea in his hands stayed still and abandoned. You felt an awful jerk on your heartstring for leaving him like this. You spoke softly.

"I love you."

One moment of silence, then two. Matt reluctantly spoke, his voice small, barely audible.

"Love you, too."

You gnawed on your bottom lip in defeat, walking out the door. Your heart grew heavier with every step you took, carrying you further away from him.

When the elevator opened, you were working at your desk, just outside of Hogarth's office. You looked up just in time as the infamous P.I of Hell's Kitchen walked past your desk, sparing a glance towards you. You sprang up from your seat, running after her.

"Ms. Jones, I'm sorry, but you can't go in there. Unfortunately, Ms. Hogarth is not available at the moment."

Jones reeked of alcohol, but there was no sign of intoxication. She scoffed.

"I don't care if she's fucking another secretary in there. Step aside. I don't want to hurt you."

You stood in her path, taking your stance. Although preventing Jessica Jones from entering your boss' office wasn't your job, Hogarth made you do it anyway. She made you do many things that went beyond your responsibilities as a paralegal, as she always held her power over your head like an invisible sword, readied to strike at any given time.

Jessica rolled her eyes, sidestepping you. You stuck your foot out in her path, making her boot catch on your heel. She stumbled lightly, whirling around to face you.

"Seriously?"

You swallowed, shrugging.

"A girl's gotta do what she's gotta do."

"Maybe that girl should get another job and stop working for that monster."

Jessica quickened her pace, pushing the door open as you chased after her.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Hogarth, but she …."

"… tired of your shit, Hogarth. What the fuck is wrong with you?"

Jessica gritted out the words. Your boss sent a deathly glare at you.

"Leave us."

She flicked a wrist at you, and you closed the door behind you as fast as you could. You went back to your desk, speeding through your mountain of paperwork. About half an hour later, Jessica walked out with a menacing expression on her face, heading straight for the elevator. Jeri walked out about two minutes later, looming over your desk.

"If that happens again, I will personally destroy your little, pathetic career. You hear me?"

You nodded solemnly.

"Have them on my desk before 5."

Hogarth left you alone for the rest of your time there. You were done with the work at a little over 3 PM. You dropped it off, and it was refreshing to see a surprise expression on her face for once instead of the usual scowl you received. Then, you headed straight for Matt's place, couldn't wait to get back to your boyfriend, despite the little not-an-argument you had earlier that day.

He wasn't home when you got there. You sighed, afraid you had messed things up with him. After changing into something more comfortable, you sat down on Matt's kitchen table with your laptop open and a steamy plate of food Matt left you last night. You sat there, your fingers tapping away on your device for what felt like hours until you heard the sound of the door being opened. Matt walked in, dressed in his usual gym clothes with a duffle bag hanging off his shoulder. His face was flushed, his hair stuck out adorably. You stood up, lingering at the chair. You cleared your throat.

"I'm… sorry for this morning. Are we … okay?"

You ached to hug him, to be gathered into his arms, to kiss him. Your bottom lip trembled slightly. You wouldn't know what to do if he said no.

He could sense your uncertainty with every word. His face softened at your vulnerable disposition, his arms opened wide, dropping his cane and bag to the floor with little care.

"Of course we are."

You lunged into his embrace, holding him tight as he picked you up easily, his face buried in the crook of your neck. You found his lips, pouring your heart and soul into the kiss. Eventually, you pulled away from each other as you gasped for air, your foreheads touching.

Matt lowered you down to the ground, still holding you in his arms, his hand caressing your spine in a soothing motion.

"I'm looking up other jobs. Hogarth is … horrible, and I'm always stressed out. You're right. It's not worth it."

"You know … Nelson & Murdock can use a helping hand."

Matt raised his brow at you; an endearing grin pulled at the corner of his lips. You smacked his chest playfully.

"As if I'm not helping you guys in my free time already."

You trailed a finger from the waistband of his sweats, ghosting over his abdomen and chest, ended your way at the pulse on his neck, stroking the delicate arc of his throat. Matt let out a small groan of pleasure.

"That means you already have an in with the firm."

You squinted your eyes at Matt while he feigned innocence.

"Are you serious?"

"Yes. I would love to have you there. We still have to discuss this with Foggy, but I think he'd be thrilled."

The earnestness in his voice was unconcealed. Working for Matt and Foggy was a tempting proposal, but you wanted to give it some thought first.

"Let me think about it."

The week started anew, with another visit from Jessica Jones. Only this time, you didn't cease your work pace, even as she walked past your desk. Jessica halted, looking at you skeptically.

"Why are you not stopping me right now? Did Hogarth call of her little guard dog?"

You looked up from your computer screen, giving her a nonchalant shrug.

"Nah, the order is still in effect. But I don't care."

The P.I gave you a nod and headed for Hogarth's office.

Before the workday ended, you were summoned by your fuming boss. Hogarth stood at her desk, a glass of whiskey clutched tight in her hand. She looked upon your entry, sneering at you.

"What part of preventing Jessica Jones from entering my office that you didn't understand? Do you —"

"I understand. I just don't care."

You dropped off the folder on Hogarth's desk. She narrowed her eyes at the manila envelope.

"This is my letter of resignation. I quit. I would say it was an honour to work with you, but that would be a lie."

You left the office that day feeling so much better than you had felt in months. There was a spring in your steps as you climbed the stairs to Matt's place. You walked in as an aroma of mouthwatering food being cooked engulfed you, welcoming you home. Matt was in the kitchen, facing the stove. You walked up behind him, wrapping your arms around his torso. Matt lifted an arm over your shoulder, pulling you in to kiss your forehead. Then, he turned off the stove, fully angled his body to you and gave you a warm embrace.

"So you did it? How did she take it?"

"She was furious, Matt. She threatened to make sure I could never practice law ever again. Over and over. But I'm not worried. She can threaten me however she wants. I know the law."

"I'm so proud of you, sweetheart. You're better off without her. And if she dared to do that, you wouldn't be alone. Foggy and I will have your back."

You hugged him even tighter, pressing your ear to the steady rhythm of his heart. You stayed like that for a moment as the sound of Hell's Kitchen played in the background. Matt buried his nose into your hair, peppering your face with kisses. Then, at last, he spoke up.

"So, have you given more thoughts on working for Nelson & Murdock?"

You made a tsk sound, tapping a finger against your lips, pretending to be in deep thoughts.

"I don't know. Wouldn't it make quite a scandal since I'm dating one of the bosses?"

"Considering the other boss already knows about the arrangement, no one else has to. We can keep a secret -"

Matt dipped his head; his lips brushed over the curve of your ear purposefully. The mere contact sent a shiver down your spine in anticipation. Finally, he released the last part of his sentence; his voice dropped dangerously low, dripped in an alluring invitation.

"- and have fun with it."

#matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock fanfic #matt murdock x you #matt murdock imagine #matt murdock au #matt murdock fic #matt murdock fluff #marvel imagine #daredevil #daredevil x reader #daredevil au #daredevil imagine #daredevil fanfiction #cellophaine 100 followers event #no use of y/n

[ladydaemon]

SICK DAYS

kaz brekker x female! reader

A/N: Yes, I realize how cliché and very non-Kaz this is. I tried my best guys, but I am in the mood for fluff and only fluff so yeah.

Summary: After a night in the rain, Y/N has a cold and it's up to Kaz to take care of her, a difficult task indeed.

Warnings: swearing, really horrible writing, not proofread writing, just me spitting out Words™ at three in the morning

Dangerous assassins do not need sick days.

It was an extremely hypocritical thought, and Y/N knew it. She thought the thought anyway, because at this point, there seemed to be no aspect in her life that was not fueled entirely by spite.

"Please, for the love of the Saints, go to sleep, Y/N," Inej begged, forcing the woman back onto the bed. "You are sick. You need rest."

"I do not need rest, I need caffeine and waffles," the wheezing woman replied stubbornly, trying to get past Inej, who was blocking the doorway of her room. The Slat, usually thundering with noise and chatter, was silent as the grave - it was one of the rare days in Ketterdam where it was sunny, and everyone was either out enjoying the weather or enjoying pickpocketing someone who was enjoying the weather. "I am a grown-ass woman who also happens to be very good at using the bang-bang machines we call guns so please move aside, I need fresh air."

It was arguably entirely Y/N's fault that she was stuck inside in the first place - first, she had stayed out in the rain too long, despite Kaz's numerous protests. Second, she had, in a grave act of stupidity, gone down for breakfast the next morning. Normally, this would not have been a problem. However, on this particular day, her eyes were red and swollen and itchy and her lungs hurt and it was generally very obvious that she had a cold.

These were the deciding factors which led to her ultimate demise:

House arrest.

Though the fact that she was notorious for her spontaneous, impulsive, reckless, throw-caution-to-the-wind nature (along with the fact that Kaz, from multiple bad experiences he would rather not repeat, knew that she had nearly no self-preservation skills) probably had something to with it.

Also she apparently needed a chaperone. Which was probably a good idea, but Y/N wasn't about to admit that anytime soon.

"You are seventeen and you have a window, darling," the smooth voice of one Kaz Brekker, the devil himself, interrupted Y/N's feeble excuse of an escape.

"But Kaz," Y/N whined, pouting. Inej gave the man an exasperated look as if to say, See what I've been dealing with?

"Darling, you'll only have to stay here longer if you don't try and get better."

"Still."

Kaz, lips twitching in a very non-Kaz way, turned to Inej. "You can go. I suppose I'll play nursemaid."

The Wraith chucked darkly, already stepping out Y/N's window. "Good luck with that."

As soon as she had climbed out the room and was well out of earshot, Kaz turned on his heel and walked out. Y/N, thoroughly confused, took a second to contemplate whether this act was meant that she was officially free, or that she was supposed to follow him. Her question was answered a moment later when he called out, not sparing her a backwards glance, "Are you coming?"

She sighed dejectedly, following him up the stairs to hid room. With a flamboyant and smug bow, he opened the door for her. "Ladies first."

She rolled her eyes at him but entered the room nonetheless. Kaz closed the door behind him and strode heavily to his desk, taking the time to shuffle and order some papers. Y/N stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, unsure as to what in the hell she was supposed to do. Kaz flicked his eyes up to her and jerked his head towards the black-sheeted bed that occupied almost a fourth of the room.

She stared at it for a moment. "You want me to sleep. On your bed. While you watch." It came out more an incredulous statement than a question.

"Sorry to break it to you, but I can't devote all my time to taking care of you, and I also can't leave you alone unsupervised while ill. This is our compromise," Kaz explained somewhat impatiently.

"I am not going to get in that crusty-ass bed, that, in case you have forgotten, belongs to my boss, AKA you. For all I know you sleep nude."

One of Kaz's eyebrows twitched. "The sheets were changed this morning. And for the record, I don't."

"Still not going to do it. That takes the creepy-o-meter to like, a thousand."

"You're a criminal who spies on brothels. This is nothing."

"Still not doing it. This feels fundamentally wrong."

"I'll buy you a nice dagger if you just shut up and get in the damn bed." Saints, he was already exasperated, and he had barely been here five minutes. A new respect for Inej found its way into his being.

Y/N went quiet for a minute, considering. "One of the serrated ones with the fancy gilded handles?"

"Whatever dagger your heart desires."

"Two daggers and a gun."

"One dagger and a gun."

"Deal," Y/N decided, plopping down on the bed. It still felt wrong, but she did need a new dagger - Wylan had blown hers up in a previous job.

She carefully peeled the pristine sheets and blankets away from the mattress, half expecting a dozen poisonous things to pop out. The only thing it released was the strangely comforting smell of wood oil and ink (and a bit of gunpowder, but this was Kaz Brekker we're talking about).

Y/N slipped beneath the covers, her head resting comfortably on the cloud-like pillows.

I bet this bitch sleeps like a baby every night.

"I can still beat your ass, Brekker," she mumbled. Yeah, she was sick, but she also had a reputation to uphold.

"On a regular day, I have no doubt about it. Currently, you are prohibited from doing anything that isn't sleeping, peeing, or contemplating life. Doctor's orders."

"Well, I'm going to go pee then. More freedom." She attempted to stand up from the surprisingly soft bed but the in the second it took for her to try and stand, Kaz, moving surprisingly quickly for a man with a cane, pinned her to the bed by her shoulders with an exasperated sigh.

"Just stay still. Please," he breathed.

"Get me a sweet bun and maybe," she breathed back, but didn't move. Despite her almost child-like demeanor, she was one of the original Dregs, here as a child even before Kaz. He had been the only one her age when he had joined, so naturally, she had befriended him (well, as much as you can befriend Kaz Brekker). She knew about his phobia of touch, and how much it meant that he was touching her, even with his gloves on.

Kaz released her with a sigh and stalked over to his desk where he rummaged around for a bit until he produced a small tin that looked abut as old as he was. He tossed it at her and she grabbed it, opening it to see some biscuits that looked as hard as rocks. "That's all I have, and all you're going get. Don't break a tooth."

Y/N sighed, staring at the biscuits mournfully before taking one out of the tin and gnawing on it. It would have been easier to bite on the barrel of one of Jesper's guns. "You're mean."

"You're acting like a petulant child."

Y/N made a disgruntled noise from the back of her throat, sinking back into the silk pillows and wrapping the blankets tighter around her. She had made no visible mark on the cookie, and had only succeeded in covering it with slobber. She put it back in the tin and noticed Kaz wrinkle his nose at her.

She doubted the biscuits would ever see the light of day again.

She watched Kaz do his paperwork, a surprisingly interesting thing to do. He had taken off his hat and jacket, and rolled up his sleeves. He even took his gloves off, preferring to use a pen without the ridiculous slipperiness of the leather. The papers shuffled in a soothing rhythm, and soon, Y/N began to feel less cooped up and a bit more relaxed.

Ever since she had been taken away from her family and thrown onto the tiny slaving ship, Y/N had always had a touch of claustrophobia (well, it was a bit more than a touch, but she wasn't willing to admit that just yet). The tiny room with a mattress on the flooor was really just a decoration at this point - she slept on the roof most nights and every waking hour was in Ketterdam, simply walking if there were no pockets to be picked.

Drowsily, she watched as Kaz scratched something out on paper, his face creasing ever so slightly. The pen made a nice sound, she found, and paired with the strangely calming scent of his room and the rustling of papers, it made her feel almost like it was rainy day, the kind where you curled up by the fire and read a book or cuddled with someone.

"I doubt staring at my face will help you fall asleep, love," Kaz noted without looking up from his work.

"Your face is the most interesting thing here."

For the barest fraction of a second, Kaz looked like he had short-circuited. The moment was gone as soon as it came, however, and he simply raised an eyebrow at her. "You're very immature sometimes."

"Thanks!" Y/N said cheerfully. "It was the trauma."

"Trauma hardens people, it doesn't make them softer," Kaz dismissed.

"I agree wholeheartedly. However, there's a difference between an excellent mask and incompetence," she replied. "Now come over here and show what's bothering you, I can see it on your face."

Kaz looked up at her, noting the fact that she probably wouldn't shut up unless he did as she asked. He rolled his eyes, hobbling over to the bed. As he sat, she could feel his weight pushing the mattress down.

Before he could say a word, she snatched the paper in his hands and began scanning it. "What's wrong with it?"

"The numbers don't add up."

She stared at the document for another second, then back up at Kaz. "Who are you and what have you done with Kaz Brekker?"

He blinked at her.

"You forgot to carry the one. The numbers don't add up because you... well, added them wrong," she explained softly. She looked up at him, concern crossing her features. "Do you need a nap?"

Kaz huffed out a breath. "I'm fine. You're just distracting me, that's all."

"We're going to ignore the fact that you think I'm distracting and instead focus on the fact that you have not slept in several days."

Kaz's nostrils flared slightly in indignation. Before he could speak, however, Y/N cut him off. "Kaz, I have known you since I was eleven. I'm also not fucking blind. Yes, I know you are essentially running a mafia at age seventeen. Yes, I know you are under pressure. Yes, I know there is at any given moment a bounty on your head. Yes, I know I am sick and it is technically your job to take care of me. But can we please just make a deal or a truce or something in which you get some fucking rest?"

Kaz was quiet for a moment before the corner of his mouth twitched. "Always the mother hen for everyone except yourself."

She was startled into a laugh. "What can I saw, I was a born hypocrite."

Kaz did end up getting a couple hours of sleep, even if it was at Y/N's insistence.

However, he almost regretted it when Jesper barged in and, with a gleeful cackle, found them both sleeping in the same bed with one of his legs pressed up against hers - Kaz's version of flat-out cuddling.

Almost.

#kaz brekker #kaz brekker x reader #six of crows #grishaverse #kaz brekker imagine

[sylverstorms]

Cassandra x Maiden ----Anonymity Ch. 6

Ch.1 Ch.2 Ch.3 Ch.4 Ch.5

It becomes a sort of evening ritual between the two of you, waking Cassandra up at sunset.

You're always cautious with your movements and how much light you allow in from the hallway as you enter her lavish bedroom, but the cold fear that used to grip at your chest is no longer there.

Measured steps take you to the edge of her bed.

Cassandra usually sleeps on her side, yet today she's on her front, firm back and creamy thigh tantalizingly on display against satin crimson sheets. Her pretty face is turned halfway into her pillow, a river of rich brown waves falling behind her ear and over one shoulder.

The sight makes you stop and stare for a moment. A strange feeling —accomplishment?— swells within your chest at the thought you know just how smooth and sensitive that skin is.

Then you shake your head at yourself. Pull it together. It's one thing to accept you're in a mutually beneficial arrangement with a killer —you remain intact, she scratches an itch, both of you share the pleasure as a means of escape or passing the time— but it is entirely another to be proud of it.

She's nothing of yours. Not your lover, certainly not your girl. That would imply you stand on equal ground which you most certainly do not. You're exactly what she calls you;

A plaything.

The question is, inside your head, what do you call her?

"My lady." you say, keeping your voice low. She doesn't stir but somehow you know she's awake.

"Either wake me up nicely or don't wake me at all." the words come semi-muffled against her pillow. "If I wanted to hear 'my lady' I'd have another maid come."

Well. She does seem to enjoy when you take some creative liberties. So you lean forward and press your lips just over her knee, then move a tad higher on her thigh, then kiss the veins visible on her hand.

Cassandra's mouth slowly pulls into a pleased smile as she turns onto her side. Her fingers then curl on the neckline of your shirt and tug you forward, into a quick little kiss that ends with a nibble on your tongue.

You always get anxious when she does that —it's probably why she does it in the first place— that you'll end up with a piece missing, but so far you haven't even been cut. And if you're honest with yourself, which you're not, but if you were... the thrill is a turn on.

Cassandra licks her lips and scoots back, patting the spot she just vacated on the queen-sized mattress. You look at her, confused. Surely she isn't suggesting...

"Come, now. I don't bite." A devilish smirk curls her mouth while she tells probably the biggest lie of the year. "Keep me company until dinner."

You climb onto her bed like it's a freaking minefield. As carefully as you lower yourself onto the crimson sheets, however, the bruises across your sides still protest. You subtly suck in air through your teeth.

Cassandra's fingers slide over to you, to the exposed part of your waist from where your shirt has risen up. There's a visible patch of purple there that she traces —the coolness of her skin is so soothing— until she presses into it. The brief flare of pain makes you gasp. She giggles.

"You make such nice expressions to pain." she says, as though tempted to draw more from you.

"I've been told my pleasured ones are better." you reply quickly.

Cassandra chuckles. "Is that so?" Her yellowish eyes are gleaming with amusement as she pushes you onto your back and straddles you.

The sight is enough to steal your breath away. The sinful black of her underwear peeks through the royal red of the sheets tangled around her waist, all a wonderful antithesis with her incredibly pale skin.

You want to touch. But then you may lose your hands, so you lock your muscles down and wait for her move.

Cassandra slowly trails a slender finger up your neck, all the way to the underside of your bottom lip. "...yeah, they're good too." she breathes, although you've almost forgotten what you were talking about.

"Can't hold a candle to yours." you whisper back. At this point, you're not really capable of rational thought.

You loathe the effect she has on you. How everything she's done can just be bypassed in your head whenever she gets like this with you.

Cassandra's mouth twists into a near coy little smile. "I'll take your word for it." she says. "There hasn't been anyone else to see them, so."

Wait. Your mind stutters to a halt. Wait. What?

According to rumor, the Dimitrescus have been around for over one hundred years. From what you've seen in the castle, probably longer. And you... you're her first?

"Cat got your tongue?" she giggles again, taking your chin between two long fingers. "I think I may like surprise on you best."

You want to ask if nobody's ever interested her before, but you're afraid to overstep. Cassandra seems to know, though and has no problems answering your unasked question;

"The first few dozen years after the mutations were... very bad. The hunger and thirst were enough to drive one mad. Didn't leave much room for anything else." she explains. "And humans in general are only attractive to me chained up and bled out."

Something inside you recoils at how casually she says it. Like she's simply commenting on the weather.

"But you... you have a little spark that I like." She smirks down at you.

"What about before?" you ask.

"Hm?"

"You said after the mutations. What about before?"

Cassandra's smile gets swallowed up by the abyss so quickly you wonder if you imagined it there. Tension builds at her temples and her eyes take on an icy quality that feels like it extinguishes all warmth in the room.

"There is no before."

You've never heard her voice like that. You hope you never will again, either.

The conversation drifts to lighter subjects, then. She asks you about the world beyond the village and you share what you remember from your childhood, until it is time to escort her to dinner.

But even as she eats and talks with her family, even when she leaves with her mother and sisters and you're left alone, to clean after bloody plates with the other maids, you can't shake off that look in her eyes when you dared ask about her life pre-mutations.

The more you linger on it... there's only one word that comes to mind as an accurate description.

Haunted.

-

-

Deep in your slumber, you hear the telltale buzzing of flies.

Something winged flutters against your cheek, but you merely stir. It prods at your jaw and you grunt. Leave me alone, you want to protest, brain muddled with sleep still.

Until.

A nip that cuts a thin line on your jaw has you springing upright in bed. "Agh!" Your hand flies to the wound, eyes wide.

A familiar form materializes out of an insect swarm, right in front of you. Cassandra grabs at your hand before you can start flailing and panicking any harder than you already are. Your lungs empty of hair in the milliseconds it takes you to realize she's not here to kill you.

Probably.

"Calm down." she says it like you're overreacting.

You try to take a deep, relaxing breath, but she leans forward in the meantime, running the tip of her tongue over the fresh cut on you. So much for oxygen. She even hums against your neck. Despite the sting, your stomach flutters.

Cassandra pulls back, licking her lip. "There. All better now?"

No. Your heart is trying to jump out of your chest. Has she never heard of knocking? For the love of everything Holy out there, it's the middle of the night.

"W-what are you doing here?" you ask.

A dramatic huff escapes her. "I'm bored."

Ah, yes, that makes a lot of sense. You spare a moment to wonder what your life has come to, then accept lack of proper rest and sit back against your pillows. Cassandra takes it as an invitation to push off her hood and plant herself next to you.

"Do you... want to go for a walk outside?" you suggest, uncertain.

Her eyes light up like a Christmas tree for a moment. Then she seems to remember something that dims the glow. "Ugh. Can't. It's way too cold tonight."

That... shouldn't be and issue for her, should it? It makes you wonder.

"Well, if I stay here I'm going to fall asleep." you sheepishly admit.

Cassandra's gaze darkens as she runs her fingertips down the taut skin of your bare middle, leaning over you like a lioness cornering her prey.

"I don't mind biting you awake if you do."

You want to say that you mind, yet her lips are on top if yours, smooth, tasting of strawberry lipbalm and that's the end of that conversation.

"But I am willing to cut you a deal." A manicured nail presses a bit at the middle of your chest. "Put that smart tongue of yours to good use and I'll let you get your sleep."

So spoiled and so demanding, you think. But then, looking at her face this close up... So beautiful.

You forget all about sleep for the next half hour or so as you focus solely on Cassandra, your bedroom filling with her quiet sighs and moans.

True to her word, she does ease back when she's satisfied and you're so tired your eyes start drooping before you've even lowered your head to your pillow.

She doesn't move to leave though... and you find that you don't mind.

When you drift off to sleep this time, your last thought is that the gentle chill of her body beside yours is almost...

Comforting.

#cassandra dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu x oc #resident evil village #fanfiction #bela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #am I obsessed with her? #yes I am :) #but imagine if her sadism has its roots on emotional trauma #and we'll never know because capcom scammed us on their importance to the story

[yannowhatigiveup]

A Blinded Kiss

I haven’t posted anything recently so I dug around in my WIPs to see if anything was even worth posting and I found this that I made a while ago. It certainly isn’t the best but it isn’t the worst out of all my other WIPs.

"Is this really necessary?" The bluenette asked, eyeing a blindfold given by her brotherly figure.

"Of course it is Pixie!" An older man with two-toned hair replied, way too over enthusiastic about the whole situation. "It's a great way to find your way around the manor”

"And it's a great family bonding experience too!" Another man in the room replied, even more enthusiastic than the first.

"Fine, I'll do it Jay" the blue-eyed girl huffed, twirling the blindfold between her fingers. "What are the rules again, Dick?"

Dick beamed at the girl before answering. "Well Mari, it's simple. Put the blindfold on, count to fifty, spin around and try to steal a hug from anyone in the manor"

"So I have to walk around the manor blindfolded and try to sneak up on you? You know that's impossible!" Marinette exclaimed, she would not go around the house looking like a touch-starved fool.

"That's exactly why we're doing it" Jason replied, shrugging his shoulders. "It'll last a long time."

After a few seconds, the blue-eyed girl sighed, giving in to both Jason and Dick. "Fine, if that's what makes you happy" Marinette wrapped the matte-black fabric tightly around her eyes, already struggling within the first few seconds. She began counting and she heard the two scuffling away, smiling while being able to tell which direction they went in. In the mean time, Marinette debated her options.

'Both Jason and Dick would be the ideal choices but they'll be able to hear me from a mile away. Tim would be the most logical one since he's half asleep, but where does he even go in this maze? God knows where Alfred is, Mr Wayne is scary. Damian-' She paused her train of thoughts, granted Marinette had only met him a few days ago but that didn't stop the crush she had heavily try to cease. 'He'd probably hear me from a mile away as well. This game is so unfair'

Soon enough, Marinette reached fifty and spun herself around, she used a bit too much force than needed so now not only was she blinded but she lost her sense of direction. Giving herself a minute to recover, the bluenette began to walk. Using her improved senses, thanks to the miraculous, Mari was slowly able to create a theoretical map in her mind, though it did take much more energy than she desired.

"Fighting an akuma is easier than this" The bluenette muttered as she hit her thigh along the corner of a wall.

Even though she was using her enhanced abilities, she'd pump into a corner or a wall every now and again, the amount of times increased when her energy was being used. After wondering a hall for what seemed like hours, the bluenette came to a staircase, one that she ever so carefully used to get to a higher floor. Once she did, she kept a hand on one of the walls, using it as a guide. Soon enough, her hand came to what felt like a doorframe. The door was closed she could tell but it was recent used due to the fact that the doorknob was warm. Making sure not to intrude, she knocked on said door, she almost missed the muffled 'come in' had she not been paying attention. Marinette opened the door, went in and quickly shut it behind her, taking a deep breath.

"Okay I hope you don't mind but which room is this and whose in the room? Dick and Jason thought it would be a good idea to walk around the manor blindfolded while trying to sneak up on them" The bluenette huffed, only to freeze when she heard a familiar chuckle.

"I've heard, you're in my room, It's Damian just to clarify" 'Sh-' "So, what task must be fulfilled to give you permission to take the blindfold off? I doubt you want to keep it on any longer" Marinette giggled.

"You're right, I would probably get lost of I continue. Um, I have to 'steal a hug' apparently"

"So you have to hug someone without them inspecting it" Damian came to that conclusion to which the bluenette nodded her head.

"Yeah that's basically it, hey do you have anywhere I could sit down? I'm getting tired..."

"Of course, my bed is five steps to your front and two steps to your right, make yourself comfortable" She wasn't sure how red she had gotten but she obliged anyway. Had she not been wearing the blindfold, she would've seen Damian smiling at her flustered state. Giving herself a moment to regain her energy, Marinette turned to where she presumed Damian was working at his desk. "Can I hug you? Jay never said I couldn't ask the person first. I-I won't if you don't want me to! I just wanted to ask so..."

She heard the boy thoughtfully hum before he made his way over to her. From what she could tell, Damian was now in front of Marinette, looming over her.

"Did Todd or Grayson say it had to be a hug?" Marinette tilted her head in confusion and thoughtfulness, that had never crossed her mind before.

"W-"

"What happens if I kiss you instead?"

The bluenette didn’t reply with words as she knew how terrible her words would be in her flustered state. But she wanted this, her heart longed for it in a way it never did for anyone else. Instead, she nodded, giving the green-eyed boy permission to do as he wished.

She felt his hand lightly tilt her chin up towards, where she presumed, his face was. Then he pressed his lips onto hers, his other had behind her head, tugging at the fabric around her eyes. Marinette felt bliss, she was glad that no one else would interrupt this moment. Shivers went down her spine as she felt Damian’s hands travel up from behind her neck and to wear the blindfold was knotted, gently tugging at the binding. She was glad that when her face was free from the fabric that comprised her vision, the first thing in her line of eyesight were Damian's deep emerald eyes, the shimmered the same way they had when she first laid eyes on him, she'd been enraptured ever since. The boy, however, was smirking as he noticed the pink that dusted her face. Without a moment passing, she threw herself the green-eyed boy, delivering a hug. As she pulled away, her hands cupped his face and she returned his embrace with one of her own. When she pulled away once more, she smiled in satisfaction at his flustered expression.

"When did you realise you had feelings for me?" Marinette asked softly, her forehead pressed against his trying to regain her breath.

"That's a very easy question" Damian stared lovingly into her eyes. "I fell the moment I saw you take down that Akuma three times your size" Her eyes widened.

"You know about me being Ladybug?"

"The same way you know I'm Robin"

They both smiled, creating a truce to not reveal anything.

"Well I better get going, see you later." She got up from the bed and opened the door, only to turn around and say "Je t'aime mon cœur" before exiting the room, leaving a blushing Damian.

Marinette walked back down the stairs, the piece of cloth in hand and small love-struck smile on her face. When she entered the main living room, she came face to face with the owner of the manor.

"Oh hello Mr Wayne"

"Hello Marinette, I see you managed to get the blindfold off" The older man gestured towards the piece of fabric in her hand. "And please, do call me Bruce. Who did you end up surprising with a hug then?"

She smiled brightly before replying. "Damian"

His usual formal demeanor broke for a moment but Bruce quickly picked the pieces back up. "He didn't attack you or injure you in any shape or form?"

Marinette decided to play the oblivious little girl. "No..? Why, does he do it often?" Her head titled in confusion.

"Nothing it doesn't matter" Bruce simply sighed and shook his head. "Also, there's something I'd like to discuss with you at dinner, if you don't mind"

"No not at all, I'll see you at dinner then?" Bruce nodded and left, leaving Marinette alone in the room, waiting for her honorary older brother and his brother to come in. Which they did but only after some time, it was hilarious to see them crouched down, talking to each other in hushed voices. They flinched as she cleared her throat, both slowly turning towards the sound to find a smug looking Marinette and a blindfold whipped around her finger.

"I win"

~~~

Most of the occupants at the table were either in an all out war or were about to be, except for Marinette and an exasperated Bruce Wayne.

"So Marinette" The eldest Wayne began, silencing the rest of the table. "I hope you don't mind me asking but when you were off searching for Jason, you mentioned attacks that have been occurring in Paris, is this true?"

No one failed to notice the girl flinch. "Yeah it's true"

"...how bad are the attacks? In your opinion"

"Well it depends on how strong the person's emotions are really. If their emotions are strong, then the Akuma is strong too"

"What's the strongest akuma that Paris has seen?" It was Tim who asked and memories of the event began swimming through her mind, she got rid of them with a shake of her head.

"The deadliest akuma Paris has experienced was an akuma called 'Syren'. She's a regular person but, as an akuma, she managed to kill around 2 million people. But don't worry! Ladybug's cure managed to bring them back to life"

"D-did... did you die, Pixie?" Jason asked, his anger mixed with worry was boiling over and luckily simmered after seeing her shake her head.

"Do you think the heroes of Paris would let heroes from the Justice League come over to help?"

Marinette contemplated for a moment, should she really risk the heroes getting akumatized? "I think they would but I wouldn't know"

Bruce nodded while Jason leaned over the table to talk closer to his honorary little-sister. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"I didn't want to bother you"

"You're not a bother, Pixie" Jason smiled at the bluenette on the other side of the table. "You never are and you never will be"

~~~

Marinette returned to Paris a few days later, in the mean time, Bruce and the rest of the batfam were planning their visit to the City of Love. Soon enough, the vigilantes were boarded on the plane. Their flight to Paris was relatively silent. After a few hours, they landed and the vigilantes waited on the Eiffel Tower, only to find out there was a battle going on. Before they could engage in the fight, they were engulfed with magical ladybugs that seemed to fix anything destroyed. As they were mesmerized by the cure, a certain spotted-heroine wobbly landed on the platform. Batman was first to notice.

"Ladybug" His voice caused the others to turn around. "Thank you for allowing us into your city"

Ladybug nodded, not uttering a single word.

"We were hoping, with your permission of course, that we could help you be rid of Hawkmoth once and for good" Again, Ladybug didn't reply. "Ladybug?"

When the heroine didn't respond, Batman glanced at Nightwing and the rest of his sons, clearly something was wrong. Unexpectedly, Robin took his glove off, approached the Ladybug-themed hero and placed his hand onto her forehead.

"You have a fever" he stated, his hand trailing down her face to cup her cheek. His family all shot him weird looks. She tiredly blinked at the vigilante, recognising him as Robin and allowed herself to fall into his arms, detransforming while doing so, leaving a burning hot Marinette.

"Dami?" He hummed. "Take me home, please..." She drifted off to sleep, comforted in her lover's arms. He glanced at his family, holding the bluenette close.

"Pixie...is Ladybug?" Red Hood's voice was first.

"You didn't know?" Robin's voice mocking confusion, enraging Red Hood that his youngest brother knew something about his sister that he didn't. Even more so that his demon brother was holding said sister,

"We should take her back home" Dick went over to feel the girl's forehead. "She's burning"

"Tikki?" Robin asked and a red creature flew out from one of Mari's pockets, startling most of the people there.

"I'll try to heal her on the way, follow me"

The floating red creature flew down from the Eiffel Tower, Robin and Marinette close behind. After some hesitation, the others followed, they ended up on top of a bakery. One by one, they entered through the trapdoor on the balcony, finding both Damian with his mask off and a weak looking Marinette. Despite her enfeebled state, the bluenette greeted each vigilante, her gaze landed on Jason.

"It's just a fever, I'll be fine"

Jason removed his helmet and ran a hand through his hair before both settled on his hips. "You don't look fine"

"I promise I am" She wasn't convincing, not at all.

"Fine" Jason huffed, he could never truly say no to the girl he viewed as his little sister. "But since when were you two a thing" He pointed at the two, his gaze resting maliciously on Damian.

"It's all thanks to you, you know" Marinette smirked at Jason's confusion. Tim snickered as he seemed to catch on to what she was saying.

"Had you not organized that 'blindfolded game', I doubt we would be together at this moment" Damian supplied the information, clearly unfazed by the burning rage in the eyes of his older brother.

"Baby Bird's all grown up" The eldest Wayne son overdramatized wiping a fake tear, Batman sighed at his two eldest sons while pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Get your fucking hands off her, Demon Brat!" Jason tried to lunge at Damian, only to be stopped by both Dick and Tim. Though his fury only grew when Marinette snuggled closer to the green-eyed boy, both smirked in victory over Jason's horrified appearance.

Marinette was now part of the family in more ways than one. Though they wish they had found out in better circumstances, they would be able to take down Hawkmoth once and for all, side by side, all together. And to think this all happened because of a silly blindfold game.

#daminette #damian x marinette #maribat #maridami #marinette x damian #mlb x dc #ml x dc #big brother jason #this is eh I guess

[kunimikat]

hi! i'm having a hard time mentally lately and i recently found out that i kind of erm,,,,, when my mental health is really bad my brain is like "no!😀" and skyrockets me into absolute baby mode and just want cuddles and love and i feel really lonely and don't talk a lot. bokuto is my comfort character so if you woudlnt mind could you do some headcanons or whatever you want- about him helping? feel free to ignore this i know it's a bit strange💔 but i thought i'd throw it out there :) 💞

I really hope it gets better for you, I hope my shitty HCs somehow makes your day a little better. Lots of love 🥺🤲❤️oh and this might’ve come off more angsty but I promise I put fluff at the end. And listen to this while reading cause it just makes this- 💔🦟🦗🦟🦗❤️

Requests are open! And if you have requests like this I’m happy to do them :)

Also proof read but still might be mistakes.sorry, there might be some triggering things in here, but there is nothing crazy so I think it’s ok 🧍

Before you guys even got together he’d always check up on you.

To the point were he subconsciously did it anywhere, and anytime

He’d give you small owl knickknacks or a snack before school started, or when it ended. Making sure you ate something that day.

Or he’d just try to make you laugh as much as he could during then

But sometimes he’d drop everything, and just give you a tight hug. Anywhere, no matter who it was in front of. Holding you close to him, not saying anything but you could hear him tripping over the words he wanted to say but just couldn’t.

He could tell it was a bad day where you’d come in and just sit on the benches or bleachers with both in mind but staring at the bright fluorescent gym lights. Where you’d just zone out mid-conversation and look at your feet or phone in disinterest. When you’d throw in a sarcastic self-deprecation joke when someone would ask if you’re ok.

Or when you’d have days where you’d stay up studying, doing your homework, and not sleeping for who knows how long when you come in with the energy drink in hand. Or the days when you’d get nothing done, and just sleep everything away and just deal with it the next day.

It didn’t take a therapist or a mastermind to tell you weren’t ok.

The nervous tics, the small lip bites, the impulsive “Let’s do something and think about consequences later!”

Bokuto knew he was just like the latter but at least it wasn’t all the time, so when he saw his bestfriend and crush slowly killing themselves mentally (and maybe physically, he was hoping not), yet cracking jokes about it the next second. All he wanted to do was run in and kiss you until all you felt was loved.

He just wanted to see you happy again

He felt like fainting everytime he saw you giggle or laugh at his antics(knowing Bokuto that has probably happened)

Or when you and Ahgkaaashi would hang out with him at the Owl section of the Zoo and pick out your favorite ones

When you two would try cooking some dish either of you couldn even try pronouncing and it ending in a mess. One he didn’t mind cleaning up when he got to talk to you throughout the whole time.

The times you’d have to turn in your work a little late because you were helping Bokuto cope after losing a game, which he felt bad about but you brushed it off with a genuine smile saying “I can’t leave poor Akaashi with Bokuemo for the rest of the week can I?” “H-Hey!”

When you and Bokuto would hang out in the bird themed cafe on the end of the street from school. And just be yourselves without having to impress anyone.

How you excuse yourself from the group of people you barely knew the names of, to go cry in the bathroom then come back as if nothing happened.

Times where you both forget your in highschool with insecurities, voice cracks, stress, and having to make a decision regarding the rest of your life by the end of it. And just laying in some random parking lot, staring into the blaring street lamp light and the stars behind it.

Bokuto loved it when you didn’t use the jokes to cover up how you felt. Or how you jumped to another subject when he would ask. When you tell him everything you’re feeling.,

The confusion, the way you didn’t know why your mind worked the way it did and why you felt horrible all of a sudden but fine the next.

You wanted it to stop, to have an explanation for the way you think and why. Yet now you’re telling no one, and clearly holding it in. Bokuto was now watching you letyour emotions eat you alive from the inside out.

He just wanted the you he knew. The you that he had so many fun memories with. Not the forced persona you played when you needed a cover up for how you truly felt.

This wasn’t the way he wanted to confess but it was getting all too much for Bokuto to watch,

Bokuto’s tears were streaming down his face as he had you held out in front of him. His body was trembling and his grasp was so shaky it was easy to break away. But you knew you could ever do that to him, or yourself. He clenched his jaw , not being able to lock eyes with you, a painful tug at his heart everytime he locked eyes with your hopeless look. You felt tears brimming your eyes yet you didn’t even know why he sat you down here. But you felt it was your fault, so immediately you let out a ‘Sorry-‘

Instead of an answer Bokuto pulled you toward him, pushing your head into the crook of his neck. You let out a choked noise as surprise, instinctively wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Why...why’re you saying sorry Y/N? I should be saying sorry for not helping you, I-“

Bokuto lost his breath for a second as a silent sob wracked his body, bringing you closer to him. Tears were falling down from your eyes but you could barely feel them as they became a stream.

“Y/N, I love you, I love you so, so much. Why are you doing this to yourself? You know you could come talk to me, I-I’m not the the best therapist but,-“

He let out a shaky breath, pulling you back out to look at you directly. You squeezed his arm that was holding you, reassuring him you felt the same way, but also to go on. Puffy eyes and a tear stained face looked at you sternly. “Please, please don’t keep these feelings to yourself Y/N. It hurts, it hurts me so much when I see you like this. Especially since you feel like you can’t come to me. I-, I-“

Bokuto bit his lip, clenching his eyes tight, forcing the tears that were already threatening to fall out. “I don’t want to see you like this. I love you, I love you.”The only thing lacing his tone is the sincerity in it.

He says it again to make sure you understood every word that came from him. But he didn’t need to. His grip so tight on your arms it almost hurt. But in a way, you didn’t mind it as it showed you how much more serious this was to him.

“You have me, Kaashi, the team, and honestly anyone! We all love you and what you have to say!”

You both give small shaky laughs, despite the situation, the tension slowly melting. He wipes the tears that were flowing down your cheeks, kissing each one after he did. You held each one of his hand. Squeezing them to give yourself courage, and to know this was all too real.

“Bokuto...I’m so sorry to you and everyone else. I- I locked myself away because I thought I would be bothering you and everyone and could just get over it then push the feelings down. But now seeing you...seeing you so much...pain, someone I love hurt because of me. I...I really realize how I was affecting everyone.”

Bokuto tried denying but you shook your head, your eyes that were looking down were now up at him.

“I’ve come to reality especially after seeing you like this Bo, I love you too, and I want to make it up to you this whole week! No, month...year? Whatever. I’ll be better for our future. And you know what, why don’t I help you with that math homework so we’re both gonna get better at something by the end of the week!”

Laugher filled the once cold room with a feeling of warmth that you couldn’t explain. Bokuto leaned in and gave a small peck. You were about to give a small hum in happiness. Until he pulled far back away from you in panic.

“I-Is something wrong Bo? Does my breath stink-“

“N-NONONO NOTHING LIKE THAT. ITS JUST...I just kissed you without asking...a-and I read in a magazine you’re supposed to do that or your crush won’t like you back!”

Silence.

But you interrupted it with your laughter, holding onto to one of his shoulders to not fall over. He had a confused look on his face as he fidgeted, not knowing what to do. “Y-Y/N! What?”

“You’re so stupid Bo,”

And like that you pulled him into a kiss, one he quickly melted into. He made a small surprised noise, but that was the only noise of complaint. The kiss turned into Bokuto giving you pecks all over your face. A giddy feeling in your stomach with each one. Between the kisses you say “Y’know I’m surprised you decided to sit down and read a magazine without testing on the real deal.” His face has a small flush, instead of saying anything he just kisses you aggressively all over, causing you to reel back and laugh harder. He pulls away from the assault and grabs your hand. He leads you over to the couch and hugs you as you both flop onto the couch. You looked at him confused, “Bo?”

But he just turned the TV on, clicked through the channels, until he found one he liked. He looked over at you excitedly, “Let’s cuddle and watch the movie I was talking about last week!”

The genuine excitement in his voice was all it took to have you wrapped around his finger. So now it was getting late and you were falling asleep to Bokuto gently rubbing his hand in circles on your back. And his faint smell of cologne luring you to sleep.

Hey! Sorry if this is on the shorter side, but I tried packing as much emotion as I could into it to make up. I hope you enjoyed this, cause I added a few of my little issues into it so I hope you don’t mind. (Also along with some people ik) I really hope it gets better for you, hopefully by now even though this came out late (sorry really busy this month for some reason🧍) if you need anyone to talk to I’m always open to hear❤️..

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