#first stop after every mission is her room to get the tea

[spooky-holtz]

Sicilian Scheming

Melissa Schemmenti x reader

Genre: pure fluff

Word Count: 3.4k

Prompt: "I seen you were looking for ideas for fics and was wondering if you’d write one where Mellisa’s Nona comes to visit her at Abbot during summer planning where she meets teacher Reader and essentially forces them to go on a date together even though they don’t get along well but they end up really hitting it off then a time skip to their wedding where Nona’s bragging about getting them together?"

I've diverted from the prompt a little but the core of it still stands. Strap in.

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Make no mistake, you absolutely love teaching the third grade but by the time summer comes around, you’re glad to see them go. Summer vacation gives you a chance to relax and enjoy your time away from the stuffy brick building that is Abbott Elementary, spending weeks at a time curled up on the window ledge of your apartment basking in the sun with a good novel and often a crisp glass of wine.  

You rarely get chance to see your co-workers save for the coffee dates you have with Janine, often meeting the smaller woman around the corner from her home to sit and chat in the large glass windows as the rest of the world passes by. You spend hours at a time chatting about anything and everything your rather uneventful lives have thrown at you, fingers curled around a sweating glass of flavored iced tea. These breaks are always among the highlights of your year, giving you a chance to wind down and refresh ready for the next group of kids that you will take under your wing.  

By the time the summer break winds down though, you’re eager to get back to school and see your dysfunctional work family. There’s nothing you love more than the first day after weeks apart, hearing all about Barbra’s annual cruise with Gerald, or Jacob’s latest mission to get himself “down with the kids” - it usually involves some god awful Tik Tok trend that he should NOT be doing, but you don’t have the heart to stop his rather spirited approach to engaging with his students.  

You love these conversations but there is somebody else that you find yourself searching for the second you step foot through the green doors of Abbott; Mellisa Schemmenti. The older woman has become an infatuation for you, her rigid exterior always melting when you interact. She knows exactly how you take your coffee, always leaves a seat open for you during meetings, and takes every opportunity to compliment your appearance - whether it's a new pair of earrings, or a slightly different shade of hair dye, Melissa will always notice.  

She makes you feel special in the smallest ways, always leaving you with the hope that she might actually like you back. It feels juvenile and you can’t help but imagine yourself as one of the kids you teach every day, sending heart eyes across the room at each other at any given chance, just waiting for her cheeks to flush and that small, suppressed smile to appear on her glossed lips.  

Your crush is no secret, but you would never tell anyone - well, except Janine who had managed to guess exactly why you get so nervous around the older woman after a few glasses of wine at the last faculty holiday party. You didn’t have to say anything; your longing looks toward the redhead on the other side of the teachers’ lounge as you nursed a plastic cup full of cheap alcohol was enough to prompt your friend to ask. You could never lie to Janine’s puppy dog eyes, especially not with a buzz courtesy of the liquor store across the street.  

You can’t help but let your thoughts drift toward thick Philly accents as you sit in the gym on the first day of school, squashed between Jacob and Janine and caught directly in the middle of their conversation about whatever new Netflix documentary series dropped last week. You’re really trying to listen, but your thoughts are consumed by bright red curls and glittery lip gloss, not true crime documentaries.  

You find yourself scanning the room as the pair babble on and you notice that the seating arrangement is half empty as you wait for the rest of the faculty to arrive and for Ava to take the stage for yet another development week speech that will go down in infamy at Abbott. She’s already poked her head from behind the curtain on the stage twice, clearly impatient to make her grand entrance to a group of less than willing participants.  

You begin to hear the telltale sound of heeled boots clicking against the linoleum floor and you feel yourself freezing into place just as Melissa waltzes into the hall, Barbara in tow. You don’t know if you’re impressed or terrified at her ability to constantly wear those shoes and the thought makes you realize that you’ve never actually seen Melissa at her normal height. 

Just as you suck in a deep breath, her eyes scan the room and instantly land where you sit, sandwiched between two of your rather enthusiastic co-workers. As her green eyes meet yours you see them shrink at the smile she sends your way, her pearly white teeth cutting through the shiny pink lip gloss she’s always wearing. You send a similar smile back, overjoyed at the fact she merely noticed you. God help your heart rate when she decides to talk to you for the first time in two months.  

Your attention is pulled away by Barbara, who waves enthusiastically from behind Melissa, making her way toward the empty seats directly in front of you. Your eyes dart back to Melissa as she follows the billowing of the older woman’s cardigan, heels still impossibly loud against the floor. 

The dark button down she’s sporting is tight against her torso, the sleeves rolled up to reveal her deceptively toned forearms. You have to remind yourself to look away for a split second, the thought of getting caught ogling her by one of your co-workers forcing you to tear your eyes away. You look toward Janine who has trailed off her conversation with Jacob, the pair watching you and Melissa like a tennis match. You feel your shoulders slump at Jacob’s knowing look, the excitement practically making him vibrate.  

“You’re kidding, you know too?” You sigh. 

“Uh yeah, you don’t exactly hide the heart eyes,” he scoffs. He must see the deer-in-headlights expression on your face because he continues, “I wouldn’t worry, she was definitely just throwing them right back at you.” 

You have no time to reply as the subject of the conversation reaches the row of seats in front of you, sitting in the hard plastic chair and turning her torso to see you, hand resting on the back of her seat. Her smile is wide again as she looks to you. The panic brews in your throat and your palms instantly become sweaty at the prospect of Melissa feeling the intensity of your feelings.  

“Hey hun, it’s been a while,” she says, her eyes still crinkled from the smile she wears. Her focus is entirely on you, ignoring the duo that sits on either of your sides.  

“Yeah, it has,” you manage to stammer out, “How’ve you been? You look good.”  

You inwardly cringe at your words but you’re not lying. She’s obviously had her hair dyed ready for the new school year and it’s even brighter than usual, making her even easier for you to pick out of a crowd. She looks so full of life and at ease, the break clearly having done her well. Her smile grows impossibly wider at your compliment, putting you instantly at ease.  

“It was great,” she replies. “Spent a lotta time at the beach with my family, so I’m not as pasty as you may have remembered.” 

She throws a wink your way with the last statement, causing a pink blush to cover your cheeks within seconds. What you wouldn’t give to actually see Melissa at the beach, totally relaxed on a sun lounger with a drink in hand. The image turns your cheeks an even deeper shade of red and Mel clearly catches on, her smirk letting you know that she knows exactly where your thoughts have gone.  

Before you even have chance to reply, Ava makes her grand entrance from behind the curtain to a chorus of groans that echos throughout the room.  

You can feel Janine’s elbow nudging into your side, your friend having had a front row seat to your entire interaction with the redhead. The action earns her a swift kick to the ankle under her seat, accompanied by a hissed “don’t you dare”.  

The meeting is over almost as quickly as it begins, Ava rushing back to her office to catch the latest episode of Real Housewives - she didn’t explicitly say it but you all know that’s the only reason she would be running back down the hall. You won’t complain though because it means you can get started with your work to prepare your classroom for the year ahead. You stand from your seat alongside Jacob and Janine and have all intentions of getting back to work when Melissa turns around again. Her emerald eyes stop you in your tracks, mid-stretch, your arms flexed above your head.  

“I never got the chance to tell you earlier, but I really like your dress,” she says, completely catching you off guard. Your hands fall, hanging limply by your side and brushing against the floral fabric of your clothing. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t wear it specifically to catch her eye this morning. The soft smile she wears on her face makes your heart melt, the look on her face only reserved for you. “It's real pretty.” 

You both stand there for a few seconds, blushing like lovesick teenagers and staring into each other's eyes when a throat clearing brings you back to reality. Janine claps her hands together, flustered by the interaction.  

“Okay, I’m gonna get back to my classroom and, uh, get started on cleaning. Have a good day guys!” She calls as she walks away with Jacob in tow, enthusiastic as ever as he throws a thumbs up your way. You know that within five minutes of leaving the school gym she’ll be in your classroom waiting for the rundown on what the hell just happened between you and Melissa, as if she didn’t see it all happen from inches away. At this rate, you wouldn’t be surprised if Jacob shows up with a bag of popcorn to join in with the gossip session.  

“Oh shit, yeah, I need to clean before Nonna shows up,” Melissa mumbles, “I don’t wanna even think about the earful I’ll get if my classroom is a mess.” She doesn’t even stop to think before she turns on her heel and practically runs out of the gym and down the hall toward her classroom. You don’t have time to process her words before her best friend speaks.  

“Well, I guess that just leaves us,” Barbara says from her place next to where the redhead stood. She wears a gentle smile on her face that will always help you feel at ease. She reaches her arm out to you, linking your arm within hers as she turns to walk. “Come on honey, I’ll walk you to your room and tell you all about the cruise I had with my Gerald.”  

After a rather lengthy conversation about ‘Sea Barbara’ and her less-than-christian antics, you’re back at your door for the first time in months and can’t help but feel like you’re home. Nobody particularly likes their job but that couldn’t be further from the truth for you. Already, you’ve planned out the next year and can’t wait to welcome your little Eagles back into the classroom.  

It’s a full hour later by the time you actually hear another person’s voice - Janine chose to keep her distance but will no doubt grill you about Melissa at some point today. It’s just a matter of when.  

You hear the signature clicking of her heels before you can see her, her footsteps considerably slower than usual. You can hear her talking as she walks, though you can’t make you exactly what she’s saying. The footsteps grow louder and slower before you hear a knock against your doorframe, the door propped open by a thick stack of textbooks that you’ve wedged in front of it in a desperate attempt to get some airflow in the stuffy room.  

The sound makes you whip your head from where you stand on your stepladder, stapler and crepe paper in hand as you put together a display for the kids. You know exactly who will be standing there, already smiling as you turn and meet her eyes.  

“Hey Hun,” she says, “I’ve got someone here who wanted to really meet you.”  

For the first time you notice the presence beside her. You don’t need to take any guesses that this is Melissa’s infamous Nonna, the older woman clearly having stamped her grandchildren with her genes - she looks exactly how you imagine Melissa would in her old age, her hair silver and leaning gently on a cane.  

“Melissa Ann Caterina Schemmenti!” she exclaims, making you jump and stand up straighter, terrified at the prospect of already being on her bad side. You climb down from the ladder as she stares at you, smoothing your hands down the front of your dress in an effort to get rid of any creases that may have formed during the morning. “You said she was pretty, but not this pretty!”  

You feel your shoulders relax as you laugh at the older woman, taken aback, Melissa by the side of her groaning loudly with a “Nonna, really?” You move toward the pair holding your hand out to shake the wrinkled one of the grey-haired lady before you. Her fingers are adorned by the same kind of jewelry that Melissa wears, her Sicilian heritage extremely clear from the large signet rings that she wears across her hands.  

“And there’s no mistaking that you must be Nonna,” you grin, introducing yourself. “I’ve heard a lot about you. You’re like a living legend around here.” She closes her hand around yours, the other still gripping her cane.  

“Pretty and complimentary?” She remarks, turning to look at her granddaughter whose face has managed to turn the same colour as her hair. “Well, you kept a lot quiet about this one.” 

You can’t help but look at Melissa at this statement, catching her eye and smiling even wider, Nonna’s remarks already making your grin impossibly wide. Her brow relaxes itself slightly, the hard lines around her eyes softening when she sees the pure joy on your face at finally getting to meet the woman you’ve heard so much about over the last few years.  

“I’m not sure if I want to hear exactly what you know about me,” you joke to her, catching Melissa’s eye yet again. The poor woman looks unbelievably flustered but it's a welcome change in your dynamic. She usually gets to revel in the fact that you turn into a puddle in her presence, but now you can only hope to add to the quickly darkening hue of her cheeks.  

“Trust me, you do. This one doesn’t shut up about you,” she says, smiling slightly and cocking her head toward Melissa who is actively wishing that a sinkhole would open up beneath her feet. She lets go of your hand and moves further into the classroom, leaning ever so slightly on her stick but still moving with all the confidence of your favourite Schemmenti woman - at least you know where Melissa gets it from now.  

Your eyes dart to Melissa, the older woman already looking back at you with a silent apology in her eyes her teeth worrying her bottom lip. You reach out and rub the top of her arm over her shirt in a small act of comfort, letting her know that this entire situation is doing nothing but working in her favour.  

“Ya know, it’s nice seeing something other than my Melissa’s classroom or the reception desk at this school for once,” Nonna says, almost speaking to herself. She looks around the room almost in awe, taking in the displays in various degrees of completion around the room.  

You follow her further in, Melissa hot on your tail behind you. She’s so close that you feel her almost walk straight into your back as you stop closer to the older woman, her once intimidating heels stuttering slightly on the wooden floor.  

“So, tell me,” Nonna begins, turning in place to face you, “What brought a girl like you to Philly? I know you’re not a local.” Her eyes twinkle as she asks, and you have a sneaking suspicion that she already knows the answer to her question from the tales her granddaughter has seemingly told her about you.  

“I just wanted a change,” you answer honestly. “I only thought I’d be here a couple years, but it’s been five and I can’t see myself leaving any time soon.” 

At your statement you hear Melissa sigh by your side. As your head turns to meet her gaze you see just how much it softened at your words. She knows just how much you love your job and the dedication you’re willing to put into making sure these kids make it. Year after year she’s been the one to help you draft lesson plans and mark countless piles of work over a mug of coffee in the teachers’ lounge, helping you when you feel slightly out of your depth in more ways than she could imagine. 

It’s only when she’s this close to your face that you can see the glittering of her lip gloss as she smiles slightly, her lips pulled together in a look that conveys so much softness.  

“Do you like Italian food?” Nonna asks, breaking the tense silence that has fallen between you. You feel the redhead beside you jump, both of you completely forgetting that her grandmother is just meters away from your little moment. You can’t answer quick enough, crying out for her approval and hoping that you can focus back from the incredible green eyes that are currently burning into the side of your head.  

“Oh yeah, I absolutely love an Italian,” you stutter out, “Can’t get enough.” 

You inwardly cringe at your words as you hear Melissa snicker by your side, Nonna’s eyes twinkling with amusement again. You hear a quiet “Bedda Matri” from Melissa through the giggles that shake her body.  

“I bet ya do,” Nonna says, her grin revealing her impossibly pearly white teeth. You can feel yourself getting warmer and you’re not sure if it’s from the stuffiness of your classroom and its broken windows or from the pure embarrassment radiating through your system. “You know, I taught Melissa everything she knows about Italian food. Maybe if you’re nice she’ll cook for you sometime.” 

Nonna’s eyebrows are raised as you turn to meet Melissa’s eyes, the older woman shrugging in your direction. It's nice to know you aren’t the only person completely lost in this conversation.  

“Oh, I know!” Nonna exclaims, making the pair of you jump yet again, “Melissa, how about you cook this nice girl the family baked ziti tonight? Say, 7 o’clock?”  

“Uh sure, if you don’t have anything on?” Melissa says, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion once again.  

“No no, I’m totally free,” you stammer, your cheeks matching the deep red of your co-worker's hair. “I’ve got your address too.” 

“Wonderful!” Nonna almost shouts, her shrill voice echoing off the semi-bare walls of your classroom. “You’re going to love it, trust me.” She says, throwing a wink your way.  

You don’t particularly want to admit that the smaller woman is, but you do love it. So much so that two years later you’re twirling around a dance floor in a lacy white dress, Melissa in a matching getup and shiny new diamond rings on your left hands. As Billy Joel croons the chorus of ‘Just the Way You Are’ from the speakers set up around the room, you hear a familiar voice chirp up from a table just out of reach of the dance floor.  

“You know, they would never have gotten together if I hadn’t practically knocked their heads together,” Nonna says, her voice carrying over the song as she explains her matchmaking services to Melissa’s Uncle Tony. You feel Melissa grin where her cheek rests against yours, your expression matching hers as you hear the older woman carry on. “I’m telling you now Anthony, this wedding wouldn’t even be happening if it wasn’t for me.”  

You feel Melissa begin to giggle where she stands, her hands resting against the lace at the small of your back, thumbs rubbing gently against the surface as you sway together. You hear Nonna carry on, adamant that the life you’ve built wouldn’t be possible if not for her, and as much as you don’t want to give her satisfaction, you both know she’s right.  

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[im-a-literature-trash-baby]

Dottore, Pantalone, Childe and Capitano headcanons with a Harbinger!Reader

Dottore

You have a hard time differentiating him and his clones from eachother

As soon as he realizes this, he starts playfully bullying you with every chance he gets, making your head dizzy with all the Dottores around you

He makes you guess which of them is the real him, but most of the time he isn’t even in the room or at least not in a visible place to you so you giving “him” a wrong answer is guaranteed

When you are finally face to face with the real Dottore you ask him to stop mocking you but he only laughs it off

He sees you as a little pet that he can play with whenever he’s bored, however, the moment someone or something else has your attention when he’s toying with you he gets angry an even jealous

‘Your confused and muddled face gives me so much joy, you have no idea. But if you have something else on your mind that just kills the fun. Come on, be present in the moment! Let me see as many reactions and expressions from you as possible! If you choose to obey me, I and my clones will reward you with the time of your life.’

Pantalone

When you go on a mission he makes sure you have some extra mora with you and, to your surprise, the amount of money you receive from him keeps growing slowly but surely

At first, you had no idea why he does this, but examining his behavior more closely you realized that he started to get more and more flirtatious and even touchy with every single mora he gave you

‘No need to buy me like that, Pantalone. Just simply ask for my company, I won’t refuse it.’

‘A beautiful lady like you should get something in exchange for sharing any of her charms with a man. And what would be the best currency for that if not money?’

You definitely don’t have to worry about mora after this conversation nor about getting no attention

He worships you in his own way, both inside and outside of the bedroom, and gets you anything that you wish for, you are his dearest after all

Childe

The moment you became a Harbinger he asked to duel you, which he lost

Since then he looks at you with adoration and makes sure to train hard so you can have another match

‘Why don’t we train together? I might be stronger than you but it’ll keep me in shape while you can develop your fighting abilities.’

You made him the happiest man in Teyvat with this question, no doubt

Get prepared for him going to you with a bright smile on his face each and every day

If you are currently in separate places he’ll make sure to write to you both about how his duties are going and how he misses you and fighting with you

These were the times when he first started thinking seriously about his feelings towards you

‘Do I miss her as a training partner or as a person?’

First, he shook the feeling off but the moment he got back from his mission and you greeted him with a big smile on your face he knew he had developed romantic feelings for you

Capitano

You saw him intimidating at first but little by little you learned how to get along with him well

You have great conversations over a cup of coffee or tea

You quickly realized that he gives the best advice when it comes to fighting so if you have any doubts before a mission you just go to him

At the beginning of your acquaintance, he thought you’ll be all over him all the time and annoy him (like Childe) however you made him feel the exact opposite of this

He loved your company, the way you talked, carried yourself 

Not one time he had caught himself mindlessly staring at you in meetings, luckily due to his masks it wasn’t that oblivious

Except for you, because his intense staring was literally burning on your skin

When you ask him about these occasions he denies them, but if you flirt a little bit with him he might admit his actions, even the feelings behind them

‘I’ve never thought that a great man like you would feel this way for me, I’m flattered.’

‘Indeed, I’m great at many things’ he leaned to your ear ‘Both as a Harbinger and as a lover.’

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact il dottore #genshin impact pantalone #genshin impact childe #genshin impact capitano #genshin headcanons #genshin impact headcanons #il dottore x reader #pantalone x reader #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #capitano x reader #fatui x reader

[roseofdarknessblog]

Raspberry kisses (Postwar!Levi Ackerman x Reader)

Word count: 3 450

Disclaimer: english is not my first language, I apologize in advance for any mistakes

Summary: After many hardships that came with a new and much different life in the world after the Rumbling, you and Levi finally own a tea shop.

This story can be read on its own or as a part of my little post-war series: Learn to live again

Raspberry kisses

If somebody asked you, when was the last time you had a truly good and restful sleep, you wouldn't know how to answer. You hated how endless most nights seemed. Mostly when you ended up wandering around the little apartment or simply staring at the ceiling. Or even waiting if such a nightmare would wake up Levi as well. He used to have them more often than you, unfortunately.

And tonight wasn't any different. You were asleep when you felt him tossing around, just seconds before he cried out something you couldn't understand. But he did it loud enough to wake you up, sending your body and mind into a panic mode. When you sat up, reaching for the switch from the little lamp on the nightstand, shivers were running down your back, your eyes searching the room for any kind of danger.

„Y/N...“ Levi got out quietly, breathing hard and rubbing his eyes.

„I'm here, it's fine, it's okay. You're okay.“ With a shaking voice, you moved closer to him and grabbed both of his hands, pulling him into a tight hug. You knew Levi since the time you both lived in the Underground, so by now, you knew more than well what you were supposed to do to help him. „Shhh, it was just another nightmare,“ you whispered into his ear, one of your hands rubbing soothing circles across his bare back. His warm skin was covered in a thin layer of sweat, his whole body trembling against yours.

„You okay?“ The weak, worried tone of his voice shattered your heart.

„Of course I am.“ Reassuring him that you were fine was the key. No matter what he dreamed about, he had to make sure there was nothing wrong with you right after he woke up. „Of course, I am okay, love. Nothing from your dream is real. We're both fine and safe. We're home.“ Your fingers slipped into his hair, your lips pressing tiny kisses to his forehead.

„We were back in Shiganshina...“ Levi whispered, his voice cold and still shaky.

„Did you see Erwin?“

„And every single one of them, too. All their faces.“

To this day, you felt horribly guilty that you didn't take part in that mission. You weren't there when the Scouts went back to the town where it all began and tried retaking Wall Maria. Since you suffered very serious injuries during the encounter with the Female Titan, you were still recovering. And nobody wanted or needed a soldier, who wasn't capable of carrying out every order or fighting without restrictions. So Commander Erwin decided that you would stay behind at the HQ in Trost, waiting for their return. Not in your wildest dreams could you imagine, that only a handful of them would come back. Without him, the Commander who gave you and Levi a chance to leave the Underground and start a different life.

So looking back, Annie almost killing you, when her Titan slammed you into a tree saved your life in the long term.

You gently kissed Levi's forehead, encouraging him to take slow deep breaths alongside you. It usually didn't take long for him to calm down. Once he made sure, that you were still alive and right next to him, he snapped back to reality. Since you got married a few months back, he always checked if you had your wedding band on and if your whole relationship wasn't just a part of another dream. 

„Sorry for waking you up,“ Levi mumbled quietly, laying back down and pulling you down between the sheets with him. It was obvious that his leg was hurting once again since it took him a while to get comfortable and stop shifting. „Will you be able to fall back asleep?“

„Don't stress about that, it's fine.“ You wrapped your arms tightly around his still slightly trembling body, pressing your lips to his neck. As he was holding you tight against him, you could feel how fast his heart was beating. „Everything is okay. I'm right here.“

The gentle silver moonlight was shining into the room through the parted curtains. It was way past midnight, close to four in the morning. The street, to which your bedroom windows were overlooking, was eerily quiet since everyone was home and asleep. There was still time until the start of a brand new late November day. Each day and each night was slowly but surely getting colder, reminding you how close the winter season was.

„Are you in pain?“ you asked as Levi couldn't stay still. „It's the cold, right?“

„Probably.“

Last autumn and winter were hard for Levi. His injuries were hurting much more when the weather outside got cold. At first, you didn't think that his worsening pains had anything in common with the changing seasons. But after one of his surgeries, a doctor told you, that it's normal for many patients in similar conditions.

„More than a year and a half later and those damn missing fingers still hurt,“ Levi sighed resting his chin on top of your head. „It's not as bad as it used to be, but still... it's annoying.“

„Phantom pain...“ you whispered, pressing your lips to his neck again. „It's supposed to disappear with time. At least that's what they told us, right?“ He nodded, straightening his left leg again gritting his teeth in the process.

„They told us a bunch of useless shit so who knows.“

You chuckled quietly, stroking his side and nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck. His bare torso felt so nice and warm underneath you. So soft and still a little unfamiliar, but in the best way possible. The past few months, when you looked at Levi or at yourself, you could see some changes. Not training or living as actively as before, resting way more, and eating much differently than ever before started showing here and there.

Surprisingly, this fact didn't make either one of you angry. Quite the opposite. It felt... strangely therapeutic. Your mind took it as a reassurance from your body that you were finally safe. It was perfectly okay to lay around when you felt like it or eat as much as your heart desired. Putting on some weight was an incredible feeling since both you and Levi knew how it felt like to almost starve to death.

„We'll probably have a long day. Fridays are always busy,“ you said after a moment of silence, your eyes slowly closing again.

„Gabi and Falco are coming to help us out, they don't have school for some reason.“

„Really? That's lovely, I always miss them.“ Those two loved coming here to visit you and Levi. Falco was still trying and failing in chess against your husband, who loved kicking the boy's ass every single time. But Falco's determination to win was simply adorable.

For the past five months, you and Levi put all your time and energy into the tea shop he always dreamed about. Opening it wasn't easy, mainly because Levi didn't think it was a good idea with all of his disabilities. He didn't trust himself enough to run his own business.

However, he wasn't alone – he had you, his loving wife and his biggest supporter. And together, you were taking care of the small shop, which helped with your healing even more than you hoped it would. Having something, that was solely your responsibility felt amazing. Sometimes stressful, but rewarding at the same time.

Coming home every evening and feeling tired because of work felt strangely liberating. Running the tea shop truly made you feel that you had a firm grasp of your life and future. After years of feeling uncertain if you'll live another day or week, having this kind of security and calmness felt like a true gift.

„These are the last ones,“ Falco said, handing you a couple more little card boxes you were stocking up in the back of the little kitchen. Since you were selling different kinds of cookies and pastry as well, they were perfect for packing up all the orders for your customers.

You smiled over your shoulder at the boy. „Thank you so much.“

While Gabi loved helping serve the customers or simply chatting with Levi when there was no work, Falco loved spending time in the back with you. Helping you complete orders or even with some baking for the shop. Your cooking and baking skills were never the best, but since Onyankopon decided to teach you many of his favorite recipes, you were very slowly getting better and better.

Not long ago you tried to offer some of your bakings to the customers and to your surprise, they loved it. A whole tray of lemon cookies sold out in a couple of hours. So since then, you tried experimenting more and more, relying a little less on the bakery that supplied you with other delicious treats.

„What's the matter, Falco? You seem distracted. Did something happen with Gabi?“

He shook his head, leaning against the counter. „I miss Colt a lot these days. Like... I miss him all the time but lately, it's more...“

„I get it,“ you said, seeing how he struggled with finding the right words. „I'm sure he's happy that you have such a calm and safe life now. And that you and Gabi are sticking together.“

Colt Grice, Falco's older brother, was a complete stranger to you. The two of you never even met, but you knew so much about him thanks to Falco. He made sure to tell you everything about his brother, who tragically died when Falco was turned into a Titan for the very first time. Just a moment before he ate Porco Galliard and became the new Jaw Titan. You didn't know that man either, but once again, Falco made sure to tell you a lot of things about him. And in a way, your heart was breaking for all of them – all the former Marleyan Warriors, who once wanted you dead. Under different circumstances, you all could have been friends.

„Will it really get easier after more time?“ he asked, looking at you curiously with his hazel eyes. He sounded truly troubled over his own thoughts.

With a sigh, you came closer to him and leaned against the counter right next to him. You hugged him around the shoulders and pulled him closer. „Everybody says it does, so I guess we just have to wait and see for ourselves. I don't want to lie to you, so I'm not going to sugarcoat it. You're not a little kid anymore.“

„I wish I was.“

„I bet you do.“

It surprised you when he leaned against you for a few moments. Both Falco and Gabi became very close to you and Levi. In a way, they reminded you of the 104th kids when you first got to meet them all those years before, after they joined the Survey Corps. And remembering how both of them fought in the final battle alongside you still made you a little emotional. They came a long way and learned a lot. In a very harsh way but... life back then was all about suffering and pain.

„Guess I'll go...“ Falco said quietly in a sad tone, looking into the ground.

„No, no! Wait a second!“ you blurted out and pulled Falco into a tight hug, stroking his hair and kissing the top of his head. „It's okay to feel like this. You lost your brother, friends, your homeland... it's normal to be sad and confused even after a year and a half. We're all adjusting. What we saw and did was horrible and nobody has the right to blame us, that we sometimes still feel sad and have the need to grieve what we lost.“

He nodded a few times, not saying anything in return. He truly was a great and wise kid. You didn't have to worry about him, he would get through all of this and live a happy life. That much was certain.

„You can talk to me or Levi anytime you want, okay?“ Falco nodded again and gave you a little smile. „Now, let's see what those two are up to.“ With a smile, you ruffled his hair and both of you left the kitchen in the back of the tea shop.

When you walked into the main area of the shop, you found Gabi sitting behind the cash register, eating the last chocolate cupcake you had available. But since it was almost closing time anyway, it was fine. They both loved finishing any pastry that was left at the end of the day, it was probably their favorite part of the day spent here.

„Where's Levi?“ you asked her, seeing his wheelchair empty and left behind the counter.

„Outside, talking to some kids,“ Gabi said with her mouth full, a tiny bit of chocolate frosting on the tip of her nose.

„Careful, you'll get the frosting all over your face,“ you chuckled and looked over at Falco, who went to pick up one of the last raspberry cookies, which you baked this morning. Until now, you've only done them at home for you and Levi, so today was their big premiere in the shop. Seeing them almost all gone made you more than happy.

„I'll go check on him, can you stay here?“ you asked those two and headed for the door.

Today was another good day. Many people came to have tea and something sweet right here, or just buy something and take it back home to enjoy later. It really didn't matter. The most important thing was, that they kept coming back. You were earning a good amount of money for your household, but it was also possible to put some money aside.

But the most important thing was, that doing this job and having this place was helping both Levi and you heal in many different ways. You loved seeing him interact with the customers. And even more, you loved seeing how lovely and respectfully they acted towards your husband. Many people loved coming back to have a conversation with him... and Levi didn't mind one bit. Quite the opposite. You could see that it truly made him happy and satisfied with how life turned out.

After so much pain and suffering, he was getting content and comfortable with what the two of you had now.

When you made your way over to the front door, you saw Levi sitting on the bench right outside, talking to a pair of siblings you knew very well. The toy store next to your tea shop belonged to their parents, so the ten-year-old twins used to come over pretty often. Both of them loved talking to Levi and having a cup of their favorite raspberry mint tea, which Levi mixed together, especially for them.

You watched them for a little while until the kid's mom closed the toy store and they all headed home. Both of the boys stopped just before turning the corner, and they waved to Levi one last time. He waved back with his right hand, giving the kids a small smirk.

„They loved your new cookies,“ Levi said even before looking at you.

„I'm not that surprised, they love anything with raspberry flavor,“ you chuckled and came to sit down next to him. „Are you okay? It was a pretty busy day.“ One of your hands came to rest on his right knee, squeezing it lovingly.

„Yeah, I'm fine. Needed to walk around a little, my lower back was hurting from all that damned sitting.“

You nodded understandingly. „Just don't be here for too long, it's cold. I don't want you to get sick.“ Leaning closer, you kissed his cheek, resting your head against his.

„Tch, I don't get sick that easy, you should know that,“ he teased you, wrapping one of his arms around you tightly. „What are those two doing inside?“

„Finishing up the sweets.“ 

„Are they staying for dinner as well?“

„Yeah,“ you nodded, kissing his cheek one more time before standing up. It was way too cold to be sitting outside. „I'll walk them to the train station after dinner, you can stay home and rest.“

„The hell? And let you wander the streets alone in the dark?“

„I can take care of myself,“ you reminded him but knew it was a lost case. He would never let you go to the train station and back alone. Not when it got already dark outside. „Okay, we'll walk them there together. Gabi's father is going to wait for them back home.“

Levi nodded and pushed himself to his feet as well. You reached out your hand towards him, but he didn't take it. So while he slowly limped back to the shop, you stayed close in case he would need to lean against you for support. With gritted teeth, he walked back inside and with a pained expression sat back into his wheelchair. It was very noticeable just how exhausted this short walk made him. But you were glad that he was trying to stay as active as possible.

The sun outside was setting, casting dark shadows over the shop's interior – the little round tables with wooden chairs, pictures on the wall, the counter with the cash register, or the shelves behind it with many kinds of tea. The place always seemed cozy and welcoming, during any time of the day.

„Okay, let's clean up and go home. We'll cook something delicious for dinner. What would you like?“ you asked Gabi and Falco with a smile. Every time they came to visit, you cooked one of their favorite foods. It was a little act of kindness you loved doing for them.

While the two of them were debating on what should be for dinner, Levi reached for your hand and pulled you towards him, making you sit down on his lap. His arms wrapped around your waist tightly, his head resting against your shoulder.

„What is it?“ you asked, running your fingers through his hair.

Levi shook his head and closed his eyes, gently stroking your side. The content and relaxed expression on his lovely face almost melted your heart. There was nothing better than seeing him like this and knowing just how big of a progress he made since the Rumbling.

„I love you so much,“ you whispered, kissing the top of his head. Gabi and Falco were still talking, not minding what the two of you were doing. „And... I just love all of this. Everything we have now and how we live. I guess we finally found what we were looking for.“

„I think we found even more,“ Levi said in a quiet tone, his body relaxing against yours, while his arms stayed tightly around your waist, keeping you close. „Thank you, Y/N. For everything.“

It was during moments like this one when you hoped that your fallen friends and comrades were watching. And hopefully smiling at the life the two of you built together. Because looking back to old times, this was what all of them fought so hard for – a quiet and peaceful life. A life that didn't need to be lived in a constant state of hypervigilance. The kind you and Levi now got the chance to wake up to every single morning. 

All the fighting was done and all the pain was slowly but surely fading away. Every single day was a little brighter and easier. Your hearts hurt a little less with each passing week. After almost two decades of fighting for humanity, you could enjoy the sweetest reward.

Together.

As you looked over at Falco, you found him and Gabi happily grinning at the two of you. Before you said anything, the boy handed you a raspberry cookie while he and Gabi shared the last one.

„I'm happy they were such a hit,“ you chuckled and broke the cookie in half, giving one of them to your husband.

With a smirk, Levi kissed your cheek and ate his half of the cookie in one bite. Before you knew it, he took your half as well and popped it in his mouth, not giving you a single second to intervene. You playfully furrowed your brows, holding his face gently and kissing him right before the kids. Only because he hated it so much and wanted to pull away immediately, mumbling something about how childishly you were acting.

„Guess you liked my cookies the best,“ you chuckled and gave him one more sweet kiss, discretely licking the raspberry flavor from his lips.

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chapter xxii – gust & flame

Eris Vanserra x Reader

Eris Vanserra has been a prisoner in his own home since the day he was born. He has done what he had to in order to survive and protect the few he loves. And he is playing the long game. Waiting, waiting, and waiting for the right time to make his move, to usurp his wicked father and become High Lord of Autumn Court. But things become even more complicated when a human girl drops into his life. Perhaps Eris can wait no longer to take his throne.

Word Count: 5,000+

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Y/N spent the next three weeks hiding in her workroom, making various potions and charms and candles – and anything else that would help the human women and children who now had sanctuary in the Forest House. Many of them could not sleep due to nightmares or anxiety, feeling like they were still in danger. Others had other mental hurdles that prevented them from even finding the will to live.

So, Y/N had been working day and night, casting remedies for it all with her witchcraft. 

She had barely been sleeping. Even worse, she was barely eating. 

Servants would politely knock on her door and silently bring her giant plates of food for every meal – and even small plates of snacks. But as soon as they left, Y/N would forget the food was ever brought in the first place. She would just get sucked right back into working. 

But the humans weren’t the only thing haunting her. 

Y/N hadn’t seen Eris since her confession in the woods. 

Surprisingly, it was because he had respected her request to give them space. 

But she heard the people of the Forest House, and they gossiped in whispers.

Eris had apparently been working himself to exhaustion, visiting various villages across Autumn Court, speaking with the common folk, and delegating tasks to his advisors. 

The wind constantly urged Y/N to go to him. But she managed to ignore their constant torment. 

Y/N now worked on making a tea for the young humans who were anxious as ever, despite now being safe in Autumn Court. She understood that the fae realm was strange and scary – especially after their first exposure to the realm was nothing but torture. 

Suddenly, the door to her workshop was thrown open. 

The five bloodhounds napping near it jumped to attention and growled menacingly. 

Lucien came strutting in, clearly on some sort of mission. 

The dogs snarled at his interruption and lunged for him.

And if it weren’t for the invisible shield Lucien had clearly conjured with a lazy flick of his wrist, his ankles surely would’ve been torn apart by their jaws. 

Y/N quickly looked back down at her work, not even acknowledging his entrance.

“I’m busy,” she muttered with obvious annoyance. 

“Well, now…” Lucien announced as he got into her space, forcing her to address his presence. “You are taking a break.” 

He stood against her worktable, blocking Y/N from continuing her brewing. 

“Lucien, I do not have the mental energy to deal with your antics today. I have work to do.”

“And it will be here when we return. But for now, you are going on a walk in the woods with me.” 

Y/N crossed her arms. “Can’t you find some pretty courtier to entertain you?”

Lucien smirked. “But spending time with a woman who finds me irritating is so much more exciting.” Then his face turned serious as he studied her face, noting the shadows under her bloodshot eyes. “Come, Y/N. You haven’t left this room in weeks. The servants say you ignore every meal they bring you. And Eris…”

He stopped when he noticed her reaction from someone merely mentioning his brothers name.

“Well, we don’t need to talk about him right now,” he finally finished. 

Y/N sighed, and then glanced outside.

When was the last time she’d left the walls of the Forest House? Perhaps some fresh air would do her good. And then she could get back to her work. 

“Fine,” she snapped. “But the hounds are coming with and I don’t care if they bite you.”

All she could hear was Lucien chuckling behind her as she walked out of the workroom. 

———

Lucien had insisted on Y/N wearing a cloak, but couldn’t convince her to put on boots – or any shoes for that matter. 

“What’s the point of a walk if you can’t feel the ground beneath your feet?” Y/N scoffed at him. 

“If you get frostbite and lose a toe, Eris will kill me…” Lucien muttered, barely loud enough for her to hear him. 

To Y/N’s surprise, Lucien allowed a peaceful silence to settle between the two of them as they walked through the forest surrounding the property. 

No guards insisted on joining them, so they must be safe enough to be unchaperoned.

However, they still had five smoke hounds surrounding them. They now sniffed the ground with precision, never straying too far from Y/N. Every so often, they would trot up to her, asking for pets or licking her hand.

“You know, they eventually will learn how to live again and without fear.” Lucien told her gently after some time. 

Y/N just sighed. 

“Humans are stronger than most fae give them credit for. They’re resilient and overcome such terrible things. They have to. Their lives are fleeting, to do otherwise would be a waste of a short and fragile life.” 

Y/N glared at him. “Our lives,” she corrected. “Our lives are fleeting.” 

Lucien watched her carefully. 

“I see Eris told you of our last conversation…” she mumbled with irritation. 

“Well, I had to force it out of him after he started snapping at everyone who dared look at him for longer than a second.” He looked Y/N up and down. “Believe it or not, he looks worse than you do.” 

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Oh, you are always so kind, Lucien.”

“When did you start to think so little of yourself?” He countered. 

“E-Excuse me?” 

“Do you really think Eris cares about you being a mortal or without noble blood? I thought you of all people could see through his mask and see him for who is truly is. And does that really seem like a concern that would prevent him from loving you?” 

“Do you hear how advisors and envoys from other Courts speak of Feyre? To them she is an ignorant child. Hardly unhuman. She still is learning so much about the ways of the fae.” 

Lucien scoffed. “Only a fool would underestimate Feyre. She is the only reason we were freed from our curse. And she may also be the only reason we won the war against Hybern.”

Y/N stopped walking. “Why is Feyre a High Lady? She is the only female with such a title. Your mother is only the Lady of Autumn.” 

“Because Rhysand wanted an equal. He values his mate's opinion and ethics – as he should. He is progressive in a way most fae will fail to ever understand. Could you imagine Beron Vanserra seeing my mother as anything more than his breeder?” 

Y/N said nothing, but openly cringed at the word 'breeder.'

“And dare I say…if you truly believed yourself so undeserving of a similar title, then why do you hide away in the libraries of the Forest House, learning everything you can of Autumn Court and the politics of the fae realm?” 

Y/N glared at him. “I do not wish to be ignorant.”

Lucien smirked knowingly. “Aye. That is precisely my point.”

She narrowed her gaze. “Why are you so invested in our relationship, Lucien? Recently, you have inserted yourself in a way that you have usually avoided in the past.” 

Any mischievous expression that was left on his face had disappeared. He frowned and his eyes held sympathy. 

“I believe my time here in the Autumn Court is coming to a close.” 

Y/N’s eyes widened. “W-W-What? Why?” 

“Yes, my banishment has been lifted. But this place holds far too many bad memories. My nightmares are filled with them. I don’t think I was ever meant to return. I feel as if I was never meant to be in this Court at all...” 

“B-But where will you go? Back to Night Court?”

“Most likely. Being away from my mate – despite her ignoring my existence – starts to take a toll on me.”

“You ache for her?” Y/N asked him gently. 

Lucien blushed and hesitated before he finally nodded. 

“Well, who will I make fun of and torment?” Y/N teased. 

But before she could answer, a noise caught her attention. 

Y/N held up her hand, signaling for Lucien to also listen. Which was silly, his fae hearing had picked it up long before she had. 

“It is just a fox cry,” Lucien pointed out. 

Then a small wind passed through and he knew she wasn’t listening to him. 

“Not just a fox cry,” Y/N answered and started to follow the sound. 

Then she suddenly remembered the smoke hounds that were surrounding them. 

Y/N whistled to get their attention. And they whipped around to face her, waiting for her next command. 

“Stay with Lucien,” she ordered them gently. “And don’t bite him.”

They all started whining, not liking her to go anywhere without them being able to follow. 

Y/N rushed forward following invisible directions. 

She didn’t stop until she found the source of the noise. And just around a cluster of trees, she found it.

A red fox kit, shivering underneath the trunk of a giant oak tree. 

Y/N rushed forward, but then slowed when she just a few feet away. 

The kit eyed her, still shaking from the cold and probably fear. 

“Y/N, don’t touch it.” Lucien called out, having followed her a few steps behind, with the smoke hounds at his heels. 

Y/N ignored him and kneeled in front of the kit. “Hello there. No need to be afraid. I won't hurt you.” 

“Its mother will come back for it,” Lucien tried to tell her. 

Then a gust of wind passed through, shaking the dry leaves like a chorus. 

“No, it’s all alone,” Y/N called over her shoulder to him. Clearly, the wind had told her. “His mother was killed by hunters. He’s been here for days, waiting for her.” 

She turned back to the kit. “Come on, little one. I will look after you. I know those dogs over there seem big and scary, but I won’t let them harm you.” 

The kit let out a little whimper. 

“I know you want your mama. But she isn’t coming back. I’m so sorry. But I will keep you safe.” 

Then the kit shakily walked toward Y/N. 

As he did, she took off her cloak, preparing to wrap up the shivering fox in it. 

“What shall we name you?” Y/N asked the kit gently, as she stood with it wrapped cozily in her arms.

The wind brushed through her hair, and Y/N giggled at what they said. “The wind thinks we should call you Ronan. How does that sound?”

The kit squeaked out a happy noise. 

“Ronan it is then,” Y/N answered back with a smile. 

But when she turned to walk back to the others, Lucien was staring at her strangely. 

“What? What is it?” 

Lucien blinked, snapping himself out of it. “Nothing. It is only…there was once a tradition in Autumn Court. High Lords would gift their Lady of Autumn a fox kit to raise. Obviously the tradition hasn’t been practiced since before Beron’s time.” 

“O-Ohh,” Y/N managed to stutter out. 

What was he trying to say?

“Foxes are sacred animals in this Court,” Lucien continued. “Though they are tricky to tame, once you do, they are fiercely loyal creatures.”

“So why are you looking at me like that?” She asked. 

“The Cauldron works in mysterious ways,” was all he would give her. “Come. Let us get our new friend home.” 

Ronan almost instantly fell asleep as Y/N carried him to the Forest House. The kit already trusted her to keep him safe. 

Y/N started muttering to him as they entered the gates. “We will get you the softest bed. And I will feed you fresh fruit and I’ll sneak the best cuts of meats for you. You will be spoiled rotten, Ronan.”

“Motherly instinct has already kicked in, has it?” Lucien teased. 

But he didn’t expect for her entire body to stiffen. 

“I have no desire to be a mother,” she answered darkly before she could stop herself. 

That was when Lucien put together a whole different argument for Y/N forcing distance between her and Eris. 

His posture straightened and his mouth opened slightly. Without thinking, he blurted out. “You are worried about an heir.”

It didn’t come out as a question; it was a statement. 

Lucien now looked at her as if he could read her very mind, like a daemati. He could see every one of her fears on display. And she just stood their, as vulnerable as ever. 

Before Y/N could defend herself or come up with some blatant lie, the guards around them stood at attention and turned to face the direction of the Forest House’s main entrace. And they bowed slightly. 

Eris stood at the open door, watching the two of them. 

It was the first time he and Y/N had seen each other since the lake. 

And the two of them couldn’t take their eyes off one another. Their gazes locked. 

“Leave us,” Eris gently commanded without looking away. 

All Y/N could do was hear the shuffling of armor as Lucien and his guards quickly made their escape from the front courtyard, leaving her with the male she had been trying to avoid for the past few weeks. 

“And who is this?” Eris finally broke the silence, pointing to the fox.

Y/N clutched the kit tighter. “This is Ronan.” 

Eris didn’t question her further. Instead he blindsided her with a subject change. “You haven’t been eating.”

She blinked in confusion, then recovered by glaring at him. 

“I have respected your wishes to keep my distance these past few weeks,” Eris continued. “But when my guards and servants say you have not been eating nor sleeping, I will ignore such a request.”

“I am fine,” Y/N defied him. 

Eris lifted a brow, challenging her. 

But she was too tired to pick a fight. 

“Come,” Eris gestured behind him toward the Forest House. 

And she begrudgingly followed. 

The two of them didn’t speak as they walked down the winding halls. 

Eris didn’t stop until they were in the grand banquet hall. 

There was a feast already prepared on the table. It could’ve fed a royal party. But there were only two dining chairs set at the long table. 

“This is far too much food,” Y/N muttered. 

“Yes, so you will not have the excuse of disliking the options,” he countered. 

And before she could say anything else, he added, “None of it will go to waste. Whatever you don’t eat will be shared with others.” 

For good measure, he sent her warning look and pointed at a chair. “Sit, Y/N. And eat.” 

Y/N knew there was no use arguing about this. And the smell of the food alone made her realize how hungry she was. Her stomach ached from the emptiness. 

She slowly sat with Ronan in her lap, who was fast asleep. 

“And are you here to simply watch me?” Y/N asked Eris. 

“No, I’m joining you.” He answered as he pulled out the other chair. 

Y/N listened to her stomach and grabbed a few things that seemed appetizing, but also would give her fuel to continue working rigorously. 

As if Eris knew she was already thinking about getting back to work, he commented. “The humans are in good health. I have my finest soldiers guarding them at all times. I even sent some of the hounds there to play with the children.” 

“I know,” Y/N mumbled. Her eyes flickered up to his. “I know you will not let any harm come to them while they are here.” 

He blinked. “Then why will you not rest?” 

“If I can keep helping them, then I must.” 

Eris sighed. “I am not telling you to stop. I am asking that you find balance. You will be helping no one if you are not taking care of yourself. Eating consistent meals and getting a full night’s rest is part of that.” 

“I know,” Y/N repeated quietly. 

Eris seemed taken aback by her submission. He was fully prepared for her to spend the whole meal arguing with him. But it only proved how exhausted she must be. 

Without allowing himself to think of stopping, Eris’ hand reached toward Y/N’s face and cupped her cheek so gently. 

“Please, talk to me.” 

His words were pleading. His eyes desperate. 

Her eyes teared up, but she blinked to control her emotions. “I-I-I’m just tired.”

“Yes, I know.” Eris agreed, but his look indicated that it was obvious there was something more than her general exhaustion. 

“I do not like being away from you,” Y/N finally admitted quietly. “But I know it is what we must do.” 

If she was less tired, she would never have allowed herself to speak such words. 

Eris sighed and finally leaned back in his chair, dropping his hand from her cheek. “What I must do to convince you that it isn’t?” 

But Y/N just shook her head, quietly begging him not to have this conversation right now. 

As if sensing her turmoil, Ronan woke up startled. Then he took in Eris and growled as menacingly as a little, helpless kit could. 

Y/N giggled as the ridiculousness of it brought her out of her gutter of emotions and cut the tension that had been building. 

“Hush. None of that,” Y/N laughed before kissing the top of Ronan’s head. 

Eris gave her a look, silently asking, ‘Are you going to explain this to me now?’

“I found him in the woods,” her voice sad as she explained. “His mother was killed by hunters. I’m going to look after him now.” 

“You have a kind heart, Y/N.” Eris explain softly. “Any in need within your reach, you help. But when will you allow others to do the same for you?” 

She couldn’t answer such a question. Instead, she stroked Ronan’s head and went back to eating. 

The two ate in silence for the rest of the meal. 

Eris didn’t stop eating until Y/N did, not wanting to give her a reason for finishing before she was actually full. 

“I am sorry,” Y/N told him. 

He gave her a questioning look. 

“For worrying you.” 

He crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair. “I will always be worried about you, Y/N.” 

And they both heard the unsaid possibilities with such words.

If she were to truly leave Autumn Court and Prythian altogether, how much sleep would Eris lose worrying about his mate being away from him, living a life without him? Could someone worry themselves so sick that they left the living completely?

“Come,” Eris stood and walked behind her chair to pull it out. “I will walk you to your bedroom.”

Silence once again settled between them. 

But any time Eris got somewhat close to Y/N, Ronan would give him a warning growl. Clearly it hardly took any time for the little fox to grow attached to Y/N – and protective. 

“Now I know how Lucien feels with my smoke hounds…” Eris muttered with a smirk. 

“You don’t mind that I’ve taken him in?” Y/N finally asked. 

“If it will make you happy, you could take on a dragon as a pet. However, it is not all that unusual for the ladies of this Court to take foxes as companions.”

“So I’ve heard…”

Eris nodded. “Did you learn that from your reading or from my loudmouthed brother?”

Y/N smiled. “The latter. He said the Cauldron worked in mysterious ways...but didn't elaborate." 

His face turned serious. “Yes, it does.” 

They were at he bedchambers just a moment later. 

Eris stalled. “Goodnight, Y/N. Do try and get some rest tonight.” 

—🍁—🍁—

Y/N shot up in bed, gasping for breath from a nightmare. 

She was covered in sweat and had even soaked her nightgown, as well as the bedding. 

Then she looked around and immediately found another reason for it: the fire at the other end of the room was roaring and none of the windows were open. 

Strange. She always opened all of them before going to sleep. 

No wonder she had sweat through everything, her room was like an oven. And the wind that comforted her every night while she slept had been kept out. 

But then images of her nightmare flashed in her mind.

Her sister, eyes staring lifelessly up at the full-moon sky. Her dead child in her arms along with her. 

Y/N had repressed the memory for so long, hardly allowing herself to think of her sister.

But Lucien bringing up motherhood and heirs earlier that day must have unlocked it from deep within her subconscious. 

She shook her head as if the movement would erase the memories. 

Then she slowly got out of bed to open the windows.

But as soon as she would swing one open, the wind would slam it shut. 

Y/N glared at the gesture. “What are you playing at?” 

She tried another window, and the wind did the same. 

“Do you wish for me to roast alive?” 

But the wind was not taking her sass.

Suddenly, a tornado-like gust flew into the room, whipping all the windows open. 

“Go…to…him.” The wind called. “Do…not…be…alone.”

Then the windows all slammed shut in unison. 

It should’ve made Y/N jump, but she'd grown accustomed to their dramatics. 

And they were right: she didn’t want to be alone. And she definitely didn’t want to try to go back to sleep, fearing that she’d see more of her sister’s cold, dead body. 

Forgoing a shawl or robe, Y/N tiptoed down the halls. 

When she reached her destination, her fist hovered over the door. 

But before she could knock, the door flung open. 

“Oh,” Y/N gasped. “I…I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be bothering you.”

There stood Eris, looking somewhat alarmed. He was shirtless, only wearing sleep shorts that stopped midway down his thighs. His hair was slightly messy, proving that he had been sleeping at some point – or at least trying to.  

“What’s wrong?” Eris asked. 

“Did you know it was me at the door?”

“Of course. I can smell you,” he explained as if it were obvious. 

Eris could also feel her in his heart and his soul. She was his mate, after all. But he kept that bit to himself.

“Right,” she answered, feeling stupid for even asking. 

He took a step closer to her. “Y/N, are you alright?” 

“Yes, I’m fine.” Her answer hurried out, not wanting to alarm him. “It was just…I had a nightmare. A-A-And the wind is being cruel, making my room far too hot.”

But she quickly shook her head. “I’m sorry,” she said once again. “I shouldn’t have woken you.”

She tried to make her escape, turning to leave.

Then she was suddenly being scooped up into Eris’ arms. 

She squeaked in surprise and her arms gripped his shoulders by instinct. 

He carried her fully into his bedchambers and kicked the door closed behind him. 

“Eris, put me down!” But her voice was anything but stern. 

“No.” 

Then they were in his bedroom. And though it was nighttime, the moon still clearly displayed the giant windows taking up an entire wall. And they were all open, letting in the brisk night air. 

‘Traitors,’ Y/N thought to herself. 

Then Y/N realized that she’d never been in Eris' room before. Well, she stayed in his old room. But this was clearly a chamber for a High Lord, and it showed. 

“This is unnecessary…” she groaned when Eris walked toward the giant bed. 

He ignored her, of course, and gently placed her on the side of his bed. 

Y/N expected him to jump right in along with her. But instead he took a step back and kneeled in front of her, forearms balancing on his knees. 

“You have two choices: you can either tell me about your nightmare or you can keep it to yourself. But either way, I am sleeping in this bed beside you. Is that understood?”

Y/N was taken aback by his calm, yet unmoving, authority. 

Realizing that he was expecting some sort of response, all she could mange was a stiff nod. 

He waited a few moments to see if she would speak. 

Instead, Y/N laid down in his bed, turning so her back faced him and pulled the covers high over her shoulders. 

Eris sighed and stood, walking over to the other side of the bed. 

He slowly and carefully joined her under the covers, making sure to keep a respectable distance between them. Which was fairly easy with how large the bed was. 

He settled on his side, watching Y/N as she got lost in her head. 

When he stopped moving, the room was filled with the crackling of the fire in the room that was much lower and calmer than the one in Y/N’s room. 

A rumbling of thunder started in the distance and rain began to fall outside. 

“I dreamt of my sister,” Y/N whispered. 

Eris just waited, silently hoping his mate would keep speaking. 

“She died in childbirth.”

He shifted ever so closer. “I thought your entire coven was killed by a nearby village.”

“They were,” Y/N muttered. “This was only a year before that. She had fallen in love with man from the village before the one that slaughtered us. He was smitten…but he did not love her the same way she loved him. Men were not common companions of ours. They either feared us – or wished to tame us and rip us away from our coven to take us for themselves.”

Her eyes glazed over at the memory. 

“She thought he would travel with us, that she could have a family and her coven. It only took a couple of months before she was with child. But just weeks before the baby was due, there were complications and she went into labor. And even with a whole coven of magic, we couldn’t save her. They said that the man had cursed her – whether he realized it or not – and the magic was too strong to save her. He wasn’t even there when it happened."

Her voice shook as she finished. "I held my sister’s hand as the life left her body. Her baby didn’t survive.”

Tears dripped down Y/N’s face. 

“We had a ceremony for her... and he didn't come. It was like he had never met her at all. He took what he wanted, and didn’t mourn my sister. But he was the only reason she was dead.” 

Y/N rubbed the tears from her face. 

“What was her name?” Eris asked her gently. 

A sad smile pulled at her lips. “Neve. Her name was Neve.”

Eris couldn’t help himself any longer. He pulled Y/N to him, cradling her into his warm chest. 

He kissed the top of her head before he whispered in her ear. “I am sorry that you lost her – and in such a manner.” 

“I thought I was so alone after she died. But nothing could’ve prepared me for the loneliness when all of them were taken from me.”

Eris’ pupils shrunk as he got a dazed look. “I grew up in a home filled with servants, advisors, courtiers, my brothers. But…” His words died out. Perhaps it was selfish to compare his life to hers. 

But Y/N squeezed him.

“The worst loneliness is felt while surrounded by others,” Y/N offered sympathetically. “Yes, I lost my family, my coven…but to live as you did – and for centuries! I am sorry for you, too.” 

Eris pulled away from her so he could look in her eyes. 

“Y/N, we do not have to be alone anymore.” 

She gave him a pained look. So, Eris wouldn’t push her. 

“At least for tonight,” he corrected slowly. “We will not be.” 

He pulled her into his chest again. “Sleep, Y/N. I will fight your nightmares.” 

And it only took her minutes of listening to the sounds of the rain mix with Eris’ soft breathing and smelling his autumn scent for her to give in to sleep. 

—🍁—🍁—

The next morning, banging at the bedroom door startled Y/N awake. Either Eris had heard the interrupter long before her or he had already been awake for awhile, because he barely reacted to the sound. 

Though with Eris’ magic, no one was permitted to enter without his permission. 

Y/N was sleeping on top of Eris’ chest as he sat with his back against the headboard and his arms wrapped around her. 

“Eris!” Lucien yelled as he continued to bang. “Y/N has gone missing! She was not in her room and she slept through her lessons! No one has seen her in the house all morning!”

Eris and Y/N shared a mischievous look, but still didn’t move away from each other. 

Suddenly, Y/N couldn’t stop herself from falling into a fit of giggles. When Eris smirked down at her, she stopped, moved away from him, and hid under the covers. 

With a groan, Eris got up and moved to the door. 

Even just the subtle action of opening the door was done with clear irritation. “She is fine,” he growled at his youngest brother. 

Lucien looked over his shoulder just in time to see Y/N peak out from the covers, her face clearly hot with embarrassment. 

“Oh, good.” Lucien’s tone was sarcastic, but it was clear he was honestly relieved to see her alright. “Mother wishes to prepare you for the coronation.” 

“W-What?” Y/N stuttered out her confusion as she sat up in bed. 

Lucien glared at his brother. “You didn’t tell her.”

Eris rolled his eyes. “We both know this is an unnecessary spectacle…”

Lucien glared harder, then turned his attention to Y/N. “An official celebration for Eris becoming High Lord. It will be a grand ordeal, I assure you. And my mother was looking for you to get your dress fittings started.” 

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Thank you thank you thank you for being patient with me. Also, thank you to everyone you messaged kind and supportive words. hope this was worth the wait. 😅

Chapter XXIII

#gust & flame #eris vanserra #eris #eris acotar #eris x reader #eris vanserra x reader #autumn court #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #high lord of autumn #lucien vanserra

[whalesforhands]

HAII NYV!! hope ur doing well!!

tbh,, i’ve been thinking. How do you think SSS trio would feel about Dyf!mc going the same path suguru did? (Yk, seeing riko die and going spiraling to the point that she leaves jjt n stuffs,,) Do you think they would try and beg her to stay? Or would they let her go willingly because they’ve always wanted the best for Mc? Also, when they see each other after 11 years, Who sees her first?

tbh ive js been having brain rot of dyf so like…a million AUs are coming to me about it at once LMFAOO. but hope ure doing well, love ur writing xx

tw: yandere

lol why does ur spelling of name perfectly describe how it’s meant to be pronounced

what makes you think you’re even allowed to leave them behind like that? what makes you think you’re even able to leave them so freely?

you won’t survive out there on your own, are you just trying to die quicker? are you just trying to make them suffer just as much as you?

you’re in pain. they know, they know. you’ll get food placed outside your room’s locked door, have all 3 of them talk to you from outside too. sometimes it’s all 3 of them hanging around, sometimes it’s just 2, sometimes it’s just 1.

it’s gojo satoru that has had enough of your slump, kicking your door down with little to no effort as you flinch from shock, hiding under your blankets when you feel the dip of your mattress, and a head landing atop of your cocooned self, letting out a disappointed sigh.

“I didn’t wanna do that, ya know? You’re making things hard.”

it’s only then that he would lay down next to your form, an arm over your waist and spooning you from behind as you start to break down even harder, taking his intrusion and hoarding the comfort he gave you in this moment.

and your door’s been broken so many times you decided to just leave it unlocked… letting him and the others come and go as they please, letting him wrap his long arms around you at every given chance, letting him kiss you on the forehead every morning he gets to spend in school, telling you that he’ll be back from a mission soon.

maybe that was how it started.

“There are no missions for you, (last name).” Yaga’s scratching his head as he flips through his clipboard, carefully scanning the words.

“W-what? Why?” Your arms are shaky as you hug a Baby Panda close to yourself, soft purrs emanating from him as you pet him mindlessly. You’ve been loitering around in the campus for… Close to 3 months now.

“I’m quite confused as well. There haven’t been any curses within your grade level as of recently—“ He pauses as he flips through more papers, eyes narrowing behind dark sunglasses. “There just isn’t—“

“Then m-may I take one above my grade? T-that would put me on grounds for promotion, right?”

“You can, but there aren’t any sorcerers available to invigilate and recommend you for promotion anytime soon. Earliest I could find one is—“ The incessant flipping of papers stop.

“In about 6 months.”

ieiri shoko lets you roam around the school campus, watching you, talking to you, trying to improve your mental health. she prods you to speak your mind, convinces you that the world outside was the one that was going insane, that it wasn’t you that felt trapped, felt cornered in here.

“The campus is where you can be safe from such things. Don’t sweat it.”

and you believe her. why wouldn’t you? she’s your beloved shoko. shoko who teaches you how to do first aid when she notices how lost and listless you’re becoming, who teaches you how to treat wounds, how to stitch up open cuts, how to stop internal bleeding… all just to take up your time. she’s patient with you, holding your hands, letting you take tea breaks with her… it’s peaceful with her. you’re at ease.

so much better than being out on field, right?

geto suguru takes his time with you. he reads your favourite manga with you, asks you about the novels you have been eyeing and wanting to buy, talks about the soba noodles he had on that one trip to nagoya... hell, he’s the one who cooks food for you and helps you clean your room when he thinks you’re getting sloppy.

“Let me do it for you, okay? You’re not looking well enough to do it on your own.”

maybe that was when you thought to yourself that, maybe, just maybe… you didn’t want to leave this place.

though, if you still have some fight in you…

out of all three of them, the one who would most probably fold to your whims and let you leave is suguru. maybe when you go limp in his arms, break down crying into his chest, go quiet when he attempts to feed you…

or maybe it was that decisive kiss under the blankets of darkness, a show of your desperation and longing for something more than this that he starts to crack, starts to break. it’s then that he finally thinks that, maybe, perhaps, he needs to let you go. he’s always been quite the emotional one.

11 years of free roam? more like 11 years of surveillance. it’s not like you were allowed to go with no strings attached, you were still standing on soil that wasn’t Jujutsu Tech ground because they’re the ones who have given you this right.

they’re the ones who let you go have fun, even letting you get a job as a regular salary worker, let you get a quaint little apartment nearby, let you live the life of a regular person.

but no, oh no. you wanted to play hero again when you saw a little girl getting chased, hunted by a curse? wanted to save a life again because that’s what you could do? wanted to do?

And you got hurt from your decisions?

let’s just say you’re in for a bad time.

#dyf au #satosugu x reader #ieiri shoko x reader

[quindread]

Constanstine starts acting sober on important missions/meetings for the JLD; he has a sanity-potion dealer

Zatanna reports this odd behavior to Batman, they interrogate him when his veins are swamped with alcohol.

C: … I-I know what yer doin’ [hiccups]

Z: We care for your well-being. You have bouts of sobriety that you seem to have control over.

B: Are you on something new?

C: M’yeah… is called a pwoz—piss—poise! Poise potion, yeah das it!

B: And who makes this “Poise” potion?

C: My dealah, my busniz. G’way! [stumbles out the door]

Z: … That went as well as expected.

Sober Constantine is actually more reasonable. Batman catches him after a meeting.

B: [observes his brushed hair and very high-quality, new trench coat] You’re sober… Congratulations?

C: Uhuh. Did you need something? I have some business elsewhere.

B: With your dealer?

C: [affronted] Wha—Who in their right bloody mind would dare call Celest that?

B: You did.

C: ….

B: Who’s Celest?

C: Oh, fuck me!

Constantine gives him an address - it’s in Milan, Lombardy (Region of Italy). He specifically instructs him to come as a civ along with Red Hood and Robin with the threat that he will erase their memories if they so much as go into detective mode.

Bruce Wayne and his two wayward children enters the teahouse and is led by the hostess to a private room. They are served with tea and light snacks that they know even Alfred would more than approve of.

A door opens - they didn’t even know it was one with the way the molding blends into each other seamlessly. And out came one of the most enchanting woman Bruce has ever seen. He’s seen his fair share of attractive females but he has never been star-struck like he should be - as if he were back to his pre-pubescent days.

M: Constantine said you’d be here.

B: [realizes that this person was Constantine’s dealer and was 100% magic] You’re his dealer?

*Jason and Damian who saw the look on their dad’s face snicker at his opening line*

M: [raises and elegant eyebrow at Bruce] And you must be his work associates?

J: Something like that, lady. I’m Jason, kid’s Damian, and the one who can’t stop staring at you is our Dad, Bruce.

*Bruce grumbles and Marinette smirks*

M: I’m Marinette. It’s a pleasure to meet you.

D: [gestures at Bruce] Pleasure is all his, Marinette.

B: [red at the ears] Their Grandfather thought them better, I swear.

M: Mhmm. I guess he didn’t teach them how to not die then?

The guys: ….

Jason gets a more potent version of the potion Constantine consumes - it’s a prescription that he has to come for every month. Damian gets a charm; ear cuffs because he does whatever her wants, a spontaneous orbital piercing is nothing. And Bruce gets Mari’s number.

(Tim also gets forwarded in his fave fashion label’s waitlist from the near thousands to the fourteenth - his first consultation coincides with Jason’s next appointment.)

AN: Some posts/fics call Mari Celestial Guardian. Idk where and when that happened - I have abandoned canon a long time ago. These are all pulled from my days in the maribat blackhole (still kinda stuck there). I basically pulled this out of my archives so they at least get the chance to see the daylight.

Addressing Brucinette: I have a whole re-written MLB plot in my archives where everything is more brutal and the miraculous aren’t actual pieces of accessories. Like there’s an initiation to the order and stuff like that. I normally don’t enjoy aging up characters in crossovers but Brucinette just works. I have a secretary AU somewhere (it’s tragic and I’m considering scrapping it if I find it). And I also have deep-rooted issues that wants me to write Good!Dad Bruce who has Mari breathing down his neck when he so much as raises his voice at his children (Muminette/Mominette is another breed scary). And those tropes where Mari sees right through Brucie? Has a second sense for the when the batkids are in/causes trouble? Love those. I WILL FIGHT FOR THIS SHIP. (Jk people are free to dislike this. I get it.)

#mlb x dc #john constantine #batkids #bruce wayne #justice league dark #maribat

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A Steel That Went Through Hottest Fire: Chapter XXI - Putting Down Roots

Chapter Summary: A sort of epilogue. Presenting how your and your loved ones' lives look few years after the war. Did you get your happy ending? Or maybe rather a happy beginning?

Pairing: Aleksander Kirigan/Reader, Zoya Nazyalensky/Nikolai Lantsov, Fedyor Kaminsky/Ivan, Genya Safin/David Kostyk

Characters: Aleksander Kirigan, Reader, Nikolai Lantsov, Genya Safin, Baghra, Ivan, Fedyor Kaminsky, Zoya Nazyalensky, David Kostyk

Word Count: 3915

A/N: Smut alert! If you don't like it or are underage, please, don't read from "'No, I've waited long enough,' he says and enters the bedroom with you." to basically the end of this scene. Enjoy! zyoma maya olya – moon of my life eya fyela chi – I love you

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You sprint past the corridors of the Little Palace. People usually gasp when you suddenly show up.

'Out of my way!' you shout. 'Careful, coming through! Excuse me! Sorry! Move!'

Most of them quickly jump aside, used to it. It's not the first time they see you racing with time. Some even shake their heads, amused.

Finally, you reach the doors to Aleksander's chambers and open them with a flourish. You stop in the threshold, panting. The owner of the room raises his eyebrows, not moving an inch from his spot by his table.

'Well,' he says, glancing at his watch, 'cutting it close today. A few more minutes and I would go to drag you here myself.'

'This time it's the Queen's fault,' you say, rolling your eyes, and walk to join him. 'I swear, once she finally gives birth, I'm going to visit Nina and Matthias.'

'Can I come with you?' General asks, amused.

'Naturally,' you answer and kiss his cheek in greeting. 'I wasn't planning to go without you.'

You sigh and fall on your chair. The Darkling raises his eyebrows yet again.

'What?' you ask.

'You missed,' he answers. You look at him with confusion. He taps his lips with his finger. You roll your eyes but stand up. You lean down and join your lips. You both sigh and groan quietly. Even after all those years, kissing your husband gives you the same thrill as it did when your relationship began. Same goes with calling him your 'husband'.

'Much better,' Aleksander says, satisfied, when you pull away. You shake your head and sit back down. Kirigan pours you both teas.

'How was your day?' you ask.

'Tedious, as always,' he answers. 'Keeping Novyi Zem and Kerch from killing each other is becoming bothersome. The only reason they're not doing it is thanks to our Crows.'

'Bless their souls, even though they helped to bring you down during civil war,' you say. Your husband nods in agreement.

'You will have to show up tomorrow,' he continues. 'Nikolai has a mission for you.'

You wince. Just what you need.

'You know I hate those meetings,' you groan.

'You're the peace advisor, it's your duty,' the Darkling reminds you. 'The only reason you don't have to be on every one, is because you've been bolting them anyway, because you had new ideas your Durast mind had to test out at once.'

You narrow your eyes at him. He simply smiles and drinks a sip from his cup. He frowns instantly and looks at you with disbelief.

'Did you make my tea grow cold?' he asks.

'You know better than to annoy me,' you answer innocently and drink your perfectly warm tea. You sigh with content.

'I see your trainings with Zoya are going well,' Aleksander says.

'Yes, but I preferred them when she wasn't pregnant,' you say. 'Her hormones exhaust us both. I'm seriously wondering whether she's going to kill Nikolai one day.'

'No, he has a survival instinct,' Kirigan denies, shaking his head. 'The moment the hormones take over, he runs for safety.'

'And leaves me alone with her,' you add grimly. General pats your hand.

'Your sacrifice is noted and appreciated,' he says. You scoff but move your hand to squeeze his. Comfortable silence falls between you two.

'How are things between you and Baghra?' you ask at some point. Your husband shrugs.

'Better, but we still don't trust each other completely,' he answers. 'Which is not fair, because she seems to absolutely adore you. Especially when you scold me.'

'What can I say?' you ask with a grin. 'I've always been her favourite. And don't complain. I'm yours, too.'

'That you are,' the Darkling agrees, smirking at you. His gaze roams over your body. You shiver.

'Tease,' you say. 'I know very well we can't indulge now. You promised to visit young Grisha.'

'Yes, but while I'm away, I can give you something to think about,' he says, slowly standing up. You freeze with wide eyes.

'Aleksander Kirigan, don't you dare,' you warn him. But he stands in front of you and puts hands on the armrests, caging you.

'Or what, [Y/N] Kirigan?' he asks, already kissing your neck. You smile when he calls you that, as usual since you've taken his surname.

'Or I… I… I…' you try to say, but it's very hard to concentrate when he kisses you like that. He chuckles and joins your lips in a passionate, heated kiss. You moan and press yourself to him, wanting more. Needing him.

But he pulls away. You pout. He chuckles quietly.

'I hate you,' you murmur.

'We both know you love me,' he says, winking at you. He sits back down, as if nothing happened, and returns to drinking his tea with that mischievous smirk of his.

'I hope you realise I'm going to take my revenge later,' you say flatly, frustrated beyond measure.

'Oh, I'm counting on it,' he chuckles. You glare at him.

'I promise you, you're going to change your mind,' you say. Aleksander's smile drops when he sees the look in your eyes. He's actually a bit afraid now.

'Still, I can't wait,' he says, trying to regain his composure. You just hum and drink your tea. He can see in your eyes that your vicious mind is already plotting. He gulps. Now he's gone and done it. He's in trouble, he's sure of that.

*

When hours later Kirigan walks into your shared chambers, he's surprised to see the chambers covered in darkness. He walks tentatively into the room.

'Milaya?' he calls. He gets no answer. He looks into your bedroom but he doesn't find you there. He enters the bathroom… and freezes.

You're in the bathtub. The only source of light is the moonlight coming from the windows. Your body is almost completely in the water. Only your head, neck, collarbone, tips of your breasts and that taunting leg, that's hanging on the edge, are sticking out.

General gulps. Oh, he's in trouble now. He can see that. Even more when you lazily turn your head to him and smirk.

'Hi, honey,' you greet him. 'Do you want to join me?'

Instead of answering, the Darkling hastily undresses himself. He doesn't mind how it makes you laugh. He loves your laughter, so he's happy to hear it, even if you're laughing at him.

'Have I known this would greet me when I come back, I'd have tried to do it sooner,' he murmurs, hurrying to you.

'Well, it was your idea to leave me hot and bothered for a long time,' you point out, slowly raising, showing him more of your skin. He licks his lips.

'So, how are you going to take your revenge?' he asks, watching you straddling him.

'Well, I thought about it,' you start. 'And I decided it's not fun when you're expecting it. So, I'm going to take my revenge another day.'

'That's cruel,' Aleksander hums, kissing your chest, his hands on your hips. 'Now I'll be always anxious, wondering when you will strike.'

'Exactly my point,' you say, grinning, proud of yourself. Kirigan chuckles.

'Do you want to start here or wait for when we're in bed?' he asks huskily.

'Hm, that's a very good question,' you hum and start massaging him. He groans and closes his eyes. He throws his head back.

'Milaya…' he moans.

'Saints, you're really tense,' you say, frowning. 'Looks like you're getting a massage now and the good part will take place in bed.'

'Yes, please,' he grunts and grabs you tighter when you attempt to get up. 'But stay where you are.'

'That is not exactly a good position to give a massage,' you protest, raising your eyebrows. The Darkling opens his eyes and grins.

'But I have a better view,' he explains. You huff and roll your eyes. You shake your head and do your best to give him a massage while on his lap. Which turns out to be a torture because of his groans, moans and hands wandering on your body. Soon you're both hot and bothered.

'So, how about we wash quickly and move to bed?' you suggest some time later.

'Fine by me,' your husband answers, staring at you with lust. You quickly get off of him and you both clean each other. While brushing bodies occasionally, obviously. Finally, you get out, dry yourselves and…

'Aleksander!' you squeak, when he suddenly picks you up, not letting you dress yourself. 'Put me down!'

'No, I've waited long enough,' he says and enters the bedroom with you. There, he gently lays you on the bed. Immediately, he starts kissing every inch of your body he can. He hums, satisfied, when he reaches your womanhood.

'Already wet for me,' he purrs. 'Such a good girl.'

'Hello, I can see you're hard for me,' you huff. He looks up at you and you shiver from the dark look he gives you.

'Only for you,' he declares seriously, causing you to blush. Then, he starts preparing you for him. You gasp and moan, throwing your head back, when his fingers and tongue work magic on your private parts.

'Don't stop!' you gasp, clutching the sheets tightly. He doesn't. He keeps his ministrations until he has you ready for him, drenched in sweat and your wetness. He pulls away and looms over you.

'You're so beautiful,' he murmurs, gently caressing your body. 'My gorgeous wife. I still can't believe I get to call you that.'

'Feel as if only yesterday I was confessing my love to you, huh?' you ask.

'I've been such a fool, denying my feelings for you for so long,' Kirigan says and kisses you gently. 'But now… now I can scream them as many times as I want.'

You smile at him and cup his cheek. He nuzzles into it and presses his lips to your palm.

'Are you going to get inside me or not?' you ask after a moment. He barks a laugh and slowly slides himself into you. You both moan softly.

'Ready, milaya?' he asks after a moment. You nod and he starts moving. Slowly, at first. But he speeds up with time. He wants to hear you screaming as well. His name. How good he makes you feel. He wants everyone within reach to know you're his and he's yours.

'More!' you moan. 'Harder!'

The Darkling takes your legs and puts them on his shoulders. This allows him to thrust deeper into you. He's sure your hips are going to be bruised from how hard he's gripping you. Well, just more to your collection.

'Oh, yes!' you gasp, tangling your hands in his hair. You pull and he groans. He connects your lips and you make out passionately. You move your head and kiss his neck. He grunts when you bite him softly.

'You do realise I have a meeting with a Shu-Han ambassador tomorrow?' he asks, more amused than annoyed.

'I see how she's looking at you, why do you think I did that?' you ask and kiss the spot. 'She must understand you're taken.'

'Maybe you should kiss me in front of her,' he teases you. 'Like you did during that party years ago.'

'Don't tempt me,' you murmur and join your lips again. It's messier now. Your breathing is fast and laboured. You're both close, you can feel it. You moan and move your hips to match his thrusts. He groans and goes even faster.

'I'm gonna…' you pant a moment later.

'Together,' your husband says through greeted teeth. 'One… two… three! [Y/N]!'

'Aleksander!' you cry out, as you both reach your peak. You arch your back and smile, enjoying the feeling of Kirigan filling you up. You deflate after a minute or two, or more.

'Do you want to go again?' the Darkling asks, looking up at you. You laugh and kiss him. Something tells you it's going to be a long night.

*

Nikolai is taking a walk among the gardens of the Grand Palace. His mind is elsewhere, though. He doesn't even really notice when Kirigan joins him. For a long moment they stroll together in a comfortable silence.

'Congratulations,' Aleksander finally speaks up. 'You have an heir. The line of succession is secured.'

'Yes,' Lantsov mumbles, still in shock. 'I have a daughter. I'm a father. Saints. How did that happen?'

'I imagine you and Zoya-' General starts, amused. The King quickly elbows him to the side with a huff. The Darkling laughs.

'Remind me, why do I keep you around?' Nikolai sighs.

'Because I'm keeping your country safe,' the Shadow Summoner answers. They both stop. Lantsov looks ahead, in the direction of the city.

'It still feels strange,' he says after a beat. 'Our country at peace. Not in a war with anyone. I keep expecting it to explode in our faces.'

'It won't,' Aleksander assures him. 'We've made sure of that. Ravka is strong.'

'And it's a safe place for Grisha,' the King adds, looking at General. 'Like you've always wanted.'

'Yes,' Kirigan confirms, smiling. 'At long last.'

'And we're no longer poor. That's nice as well. I hated being dependant of other countries' good will.'

'You mean Kerch's good will.'

'Yes. Speaking of other countries… are you ready for yet another meeting with them?'

'Do I need to be there? It's your child.'

'Yes, but you're the Second's Army's general… and my friend. I need you there.'

'… Very well. But know I shall hate every moment of it.'

'You think I won't? All those fake smiles, congratulations, blessings… I know it's Zoya's revenge for making her go through birth.'

'That sounds like her.'

They turn around and head back to the Grand Palace. They both smile when they see near the entrance a small gathering consisting of you, David, Baghra and Genya. All of you are smiling. Even Baghra has a shadow of it on her face.

'Does she feel happy and safe?' Nikolai asks, looking at you.

'Yes,' Aleksander confirms, feeling warmth in his heart. 'Thank you.'

'Hey, you did all the hard work,' Lantsov insists. 'I just helped out. I mean, I couldn't really help it. You two have been melting my heart with your love practically since day one. I know you were too busy staring at [Y/N], but I actually cried on your wedding.'

'[Y/N] cried on yours,' Kirigan says. The King looks at him, intrigued.

'And you?' he teases. General chuckles.

'Maybe a little,' he admits. 'It was a beautiful ceremony. And it felt good to see Zoya so happy. And I was right. She's a marvellous queen.'

'Oh, I know,' Nikolai says with a stupid grin. 'I love seeing her showing everyone that there's no messing with her nor with Ravka.'

'I especially enjoy when they cower with fear, seeing her eyes changing to one's of a dragon,' the Darkling says and chuckles. 'After one of such meetings, [Y/N] asked me, troubled, if her eyes turn to the eyes of a bee's whenever she's angry.'

'I've never noticed,' Lantsov says and ponders. 'Do they?'

'They don't for some reason. Thankfully. I imagine she would lock herself in her chambers again if they were.'

'Small mercies.'

They stop. They know they have to join your group and go to accept the congratulations from the delegations of other countries. But neither of them wants to do that just yet.

'So, when can I expect little Kirigans running around?' the King asks, smirking.

'I don't know,' Aleksander answers wistfully. 'We're not rushing. It will come with time. Or maybe not at all. I think we're good with both.'

You finally notice them and smile. You start heading their way.

'How is it Zoya rarely smiles when she sees me and [Y/N] always smiles whenever she sees you?' Nikolai asks.

'She always does,' Kirigan denies. 'You're just not looking then.'

Lantsov stares at him, surprised. He opens his mouth to say something, but just then you join them.

'Everyone is ready,' you inform them. 'We're waiting just for you.'

'We know and we're trying to prolong the moment of going there,' the King explains. You roll your eyes.

'Now you know why I'm always late to the meetings,' you say.

'Can't say I blame you,' Nikolai admits and sighs. 'Shall we?'

'Give us a moment, will you?' the Darkling asks, his eyes focused only on your face.

'Which means you will be joining us in ten minutes,' Lantsov says and shrugs. 'Fine by me. Hah, take even half an hour. I won't mind. Not at all.'

He walks away and joins others. You and your husband stare at each other with smiles.

'Hi,' you say.

'Hey,' General says, grinning. He caresses your cheek. You lean into his touch.

'Moi sol ye tselai,' he murmurs, moving so his lips are above yours. You can't help but smile.

'Zyoma maya olya,' you say. His smile widens. He cups your face and kisses you softly.

'Eya fyela chi,' he says.

'Eya fyela chi,' you reply. He puts his arms around you and hugs you. You smile and breathe in his scent. Safe and sound. Loved. Not alone. You finally have what you've longed for your whole life.

*

Baghra stirs her tea, waiting. She knows he will come late, as usual. But there will be a smile on his face. A smile she hasn't seen since Luda. She chastised him for his love for her, then. She was foolish, she knows that now. His loneliness drove him to do the unspeakable things. But maybe it was meant to be. Otherwise, he wouldn't have met you. And she knows you're the one that's supposed to be with him. Forever.

There's a knock on the door. The old woman stops the smile forming on her face. Less late than usual, but still late.

'Come in,' she invites him. The door opens and Aleksander walks in. His cheeks are rosy, but she doubts it's from the cold, and there's a smile on his face, like she's expected.

'Forgive me, mother,' he says, taking off his cloak. 'I-'

'Was busy kissing your wife, I know,' she interrupts him and raises her eyebrows. 'Or doing something more with her.'

'Not this time,' he laughs and sits opposite to her. This time she can't hide her smile. He looks at her, puzzled.

'What is it?' he asks. She scoffs. Is it that surprising to see her smiling? Hm. Maybe it is.

'Nothing,' she quickly says. Her son raises his eyebrows. He crosses his legs and arms.

'I know very well it's not,' he says. 'So? Spill it.'

'How commanding,' she says, rolling her eyes. 'You know you're not the Black General here, but my son.'

'You keep reminding me that,' he says flatly. She bites her cheek. Wrong. She's trying to mend their relationship, they both are. But her defence mechanism is working, trying to protect herself, even from her own son. And he always puts his armour on then, also trying to keep himself from getting hurt.

'It's good to see you happy,' she finally manages to say. He blinks, honestly surprised.

'I am,' he says carefully. 'And I have no nefarious plans.'

'I know that you don't,' Baghra says. '[Y/N] is making sure of that. She really is all that matters to you. I'm… sorry I ever thought otherwise.'

'You had every reason not to trust my intentions,' Aleksander says after a pause. 'Even though I've wanted your trust. Wanted you to be proud of me.'

'I am now,' she says, looking him in the eyes. 'Truly.'

He stares at her for a moment. Something blossoms in his heart. Hope? Maybe it's not too late for them yet?

'Thank you,' he says. They talk and drink tea for some time since then. The moment is gone, they're back to guarding themselves, but they're more friendly toward one another. Small steps.

Finally, he puts his cloak back on and leaves his mother's hut. She still refuses to live in the Little Palace. Maybe once their relationship is better? Who knows.

Aleksander walks toward the Little Palace. Grisha who pass him salute him, bow their heads or even smile at him. A few now don't trust him. To others he has proven himself. He's also more open now, more cheerful, so he's not that fearsome anymore. Well, they're still afraid of him, of course, he's still powerful after all, but they're no longer awfully tense around him.

'General! General!' a little girl shouts, rushing to him with her friends. 'Will you play with us today?'

'I'm afraid I don't have time, Clara,' he chuckles. 'How about tomorrow at this hour?'

'Okay!' the little Grisha answers cheerfully and looks at him hopefully. 'Will you bring Lady [Y/N] with you?'

'I'll do my best to convince her to come,' he answers, winking. The girls squeal and run away. They stop a few feet ahead, turn and wave at him. He waves back and watches them joining other Grisha children. He shakes his head fondly and gets inside the Little Palace.

'General!' he hears a moment later behind him. He turns and sees Fedyor approaching him.

'What is it?' Kirigan asks. Kaminsky catches up to him.

'Are you going to dinner today?' he asks.

'I might as well,' the Darkling sighs. '[Y/N] said she has some project she wants to finish, so she may be late. Why?'

'I just wanted to warn you,' the Heartrender explains. 'Zoya said she may drop by.'

'Ah, good to know,' the Shadow Summoner says and nods. 'Thank you, Fedyor.'

'No problem,' Kaminsky says with a smile and goes on his way. Kirigan goes to his chambers and gets to work.

A few hours later he goes to the dining hall. He frowns, as he gets closer. Usually, he can already hear Grisha chatting. But now it's suspiciously silent. He cautiously opens the door.

He stops dead in his tracks. In the middle of the room, there is a giant birthday cake. Every Grisha is standing behind it, Nikolai and some officials as well. But his eyes are on you, standing a bit to the right to the cake (Ivan, obviously, close by). You smile.

'Happy birthday, Aleksander,' you say. 'Come here and make a wish.'

Suddenly, everything strange from today makes sense. How his mother has insisted he comes and visits her. How earlier you stopped him from getting in here, distracting him with kisses and sweet words. A surprise party. Just for him.

'You didn't have to,' he says, touched, as he walks to the cake.

'Shut up and blow out the candles, so I could have cake,' Zoya says. General chuckles and stops in front of the desert. He stares at it for a moment. Then, he closes his eyes and blows out the candles. Everyone cheers and the cake is quickly cut into pieces.

'Thank you, lapushka,' he says, when you walk to him. 'Truly.'

'Of course,' you say. 'You're not going to tell me your wish, are you?'

'No,' the Darkling says, pulling you to himself. He kisses the top of your head with a smile and looks around the room, at the happy faces, at his friends, thinking about his wish.

Please, let me, and people I care about, continue to be this happy.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading this story! Thank you for every comment, likes and reblogs, and I hope you will let me know what you think of this end. Because this is the finale of the story of Aleksander and his Durast Girl. I really hope you enjoyed it. As to what's next, I have some ideas, but I'm not sure when I will post something new with this pair. Thank you and I hope to see you again!

This story can also be found on Archive of Our Own: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52696933/chapters/135806941

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[venerawrites]

May I rq a Shino fic of him taking care of his injured s/o who has just returned from a mission and keeps trying to reassure him they are fine and can do everything :3

author's note: exams are finally over and I am back! This one is kind of short and cute, but I really hope you like it! <3 Thank you so much for requesting!

Life as a shinobi was exciting - you travelled across the nations, meeting new people and experiencing new cultures, while constantly learning new skills and techniques. It is fuelled by adrenaline, which makes you addicted to the risks from the first moment your kunai clashes with that of an enemy.

Now, as you tried to reach the book placed in the further corner of your bedside table, life felt like anything BUT exciting. Laying wrapped in bandages across your stomach and ribs, every movement felt like a new stab wound to your body. There were already a few existing on your body, a "gift" from a rogue ninja, who managed to ambush you and Genma on your way back from Suna. Thankfully, you managed to defeat him and his team, but not without making a few mistakes which left you in such a weak state, that your fellow shinobi had to carry you back.

Wounds and pain were part of the job, so despite the unwanted encounter, you considered the mission a success - the scrolls were delivered safe to the Kazekage and the preparations for the new Chunin Exams have already began.

Shino, however, did not share the same opinion.

Your partner of two years was usually a man of silence - he rarely talked, voicing his thoughts only when he considered it absolutely necessary. His behaviour remained unchanged at home - he preferred letting you talk, only offering comments on what you were saying when you either asked or he felt like he could contribute a different point of view. Never have you heard him yell or scold you... till you came home from your latest mission.

"What did I tell you about moving too much?", his tone, usually calm and monotone, was now carrying a note of worry. He hurried towards you, gently pushing you by the shoulders back on the bed, before passing you the book that you have been eyeing for the past five minutes.

A loud huff made its way out of your lips and you crossed your arms, before giving him an annoyed look.

"Shino, for a fifth time today, I am fine", the words that were meant to be comforting, came out as a groan. You tried to sit up again, but his reactions were quicker, and before you could do so, he pressed your torso down to the bed.

"Shinooo!"

"Sakura explicitly said you shouldn't move or get up from this bed for three weeks", his words were stern and you couldn't help but let a small blush cover your cheeks at how serious and dominant he was at this moment, a complete opposite of your silent and soft boyfriend.

He must have noticed the blush on your cheek, as his fingers made their way to your face, as he gently caressed it.

"Stop pouting!", he said, as he laid a small kiss at the corner of your lips, "Only one more week."

You groaned at his words, moving your head, so you faced the window. Every day you could hear the laughs of the children playing on the street and the sweet songs of the birds, that made their home in the tree right in front of your house. From time to time you could ever hear the muted voices of the merchants, who were eagerly trying to sell their "exotic new items" to the passing villagers.

Life outside kept going, while you stayed confined in your room. And it was not fair.

"Sakura doesn't know what she is talking about!", you finally said, adjusting your position and biting back a wince at the sudden pain that you felt in the side of your ribs. Tightening your jaw, you took a deep breath, before lilting yourself into a half-seated position.

This time Shino didn't stop you.

"I'm sure after years of practicing as a medical ninja, her knowledge is better than ours."

With a sigh, he laid the cup of hot tea, that he brought you earlier, and he gently grabbed your chin and turned it toward him. There was an unusual uncertainty in his gaze, almost as if he was unsure if he should say the next words.

"Hey...", he tried to grab your attention, but you stubbornly kept your eyes focused on the blooming branches outside, "Don't be like that! It is for your own good."

Fighting the urge to lean your head more toward the warmth of his hand, you clicked your tongue, finally meeting his eyes. Your lips were still pursed in a pout and a slight crease had formed between your brows.

"But Shino I have been laying on this bed for two weeks. TWO WEEKS!", your arms flew in the air, emphasizing the period of time, "And I know I should rest and all that... But I need to move a little bit too! You don't even let me go to the restroom by myself!"

Shino withdrew his hand away and you immediately regretted the way you worded your thoughts. A flash of hurt and confusion passed through his face, before his expression went blank.

"I am just trying to help..."

Closing your eyes, you nodded your head. You knew he meant well and you were more than grateful for all the care he had given you during the past few weeks. He cleaned, cooked, and did all the shopping for you, leaving you with nothing to do but relax and re-read all the books you had on your bookshelf over and over again.

The first week was fine - most of the time you either slept or dived into the fantasy worlds created by your favourite authors. However, as the second week approached, you started to feel your back and limbs aching from the lack of movement. Every time you tried to get up or even stretch, however, Shino magically appeared by the door, scolding you for not following Sakura's instructions.

"I know, I know! I just...", you let out a sigh, before grabbing his hand in yours and gently squeezing it, "I feel like my pain is getting worse the more I remain unmoving in this room! I need a bit of movement, a bit of fresh air-"

"I can open the window for you."

"That's not what I mean!", you rolled your eyes, before giving him a knowing look, "I know you only want the best for me, but I feel like I am going insane! And while I love being pampered, I want to have the freedom to do some stuff by myself, without you monitoring my every movement!"

Shino remained silent, his mind absorbing what you have said to him. He loved you more than any person in his life and while he only wanted to be of help, he could see how his overbearing care was suffocating you. You have always been quite independent and he has always respected that need of freedom, so your current situation was presenting big challenges for both of you.

"I'm sorry", he finally said, while his hand gave you a reassuring squeeze, a sign he actually meant it. You gave a small smile in return, bringing his fingers to your lips, before giving them a small kiss. Your lips automatically stretched into a grin once you saw him blush at your gesture.

"Don't be! I am thankful for all you do for me. I really am!"

He leaned towards you and pressed his mouth to your forehead, leaving it there for a few seconds before pulling away. He smiled at you, gently brushing some of the sticky hair on your cheeks with his thumb.

"You really need to take a shower."

"What, no offer to help?"

Shino laughed at your words, the melodic sound making your insides warm, before he stood up from the side of your bed and start walking toward the door.

"As tempting as it sounds...", he was already outside and was just about to close the door, when he poked his head once more, a playful spark dancing in his eyes, "I believe you can handle this one yourself."

cc artwork: Zhejiang Zhi

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[hellcifrogs]

Can I get some more Mikoto bring takas mom Pls? It's for my soul 🥰

Some ideas I've been stopping by to write down over the past few days:

-> Mikoto and Fugaku first meeting them when Sasuke comes back to konoha after Orochinaru dies (by his hands or not). Mikoto takes one look at the kids and hugs the 3 of them giving Sasuke and Fugaku a much needed moment!

(Why would Sasuke still follow Orochimaru with the clan alive? Look, I'm focusing on the *after* here)

-> Mikoto treating their bruises from the trip (and later from training), like she used to do for Sasuke.

-> And then helping them find a place to stay in the Uchiha compound!

-> Mikoto taking them all to Tsunade to get them officially sent to missions with the rest of konoha 12.

-> Mikoto teaching Karin and Suigetsu to cook. While Fugaku and Sakura teach Naruro some politics, for hokage reasons.

-> Also Sasuke and Juugo folding the laundry together in the living room, when Mikoto calls Juugo asking for a "little help" with a smile, and leads him to the back where they find Itachi running after a chicken (while Sai oberves).

-> Suigetsu would totally cling to her, following her around, offering to help with every little task, sitting next to her every meal, to the point of making Sasuke jealous.

-> Mikoto could ask Sakura to help with healing and skincare for Karin's bite scars. After she noticed it seemed to bother Karin.

-> Juugo still taking some time to leave Sasuke's side, afraid he could hurt the others. But Mikoto approaches him and informs Fugaku is actually great at restraining enemies, from being a cop. And Fugaku just mumbles that she is the one who did most of the immobilization when they teamed up.

-> Juugo starts to relax and trust the Uchihas can keep him in check. To which Naruto complains that Karin should totally be able to hold him down with her "crazy strong chains!".

-> Karin shrugs, they agree and move on, forgeting about Suigetsu being the only one who can't deal with Juugo alone.

-> So Suigetsu spends the most time around hee during days off, before taka is actually accepted into Konoha's forces. Helping or just keeping her company.

-> Karin talks to her the most, it's a free new mom for this girl. And hey, maybe Mikoto sees some of Kushina in Karin too.

-> Juugo bonds with Itachi over quiet afternoon teas. Fugaku and Sai are on the quiet team too.

-> Fugaku should already be treating team 7 like his own kids by now, and Mikoto surprises everyone by slowly becoming protective over team Taka. Team 7 are Sasuke's precious little childhood friends, yes. But Taka are Sasuke's traumatized teen friends who need help and stood by her boy's side when he needed!

#ask ffrogs

[nakachuchu]

CHAPTER NINE: GREED

Golden Child series

SYNOPSIS: Things were peaceful and you could feel something changing.

READER: female

WORDS: 1k

WRITTEN: 08/29/2023

Since your incident, you were holed up in your room or the library. But unlike your previous depression with Emi's death, you were more than ready to become the best sorcerer you could be.

Emi fought for you to live, and you would honor her by doing whatever you could to prove that you deserved to be a Special Grade sorcerer.

You trained for weeks and read books on everything known to the Jujutsu world. You would go on low-level missions, then beg Yaga for more to the point where even Gojo was getting a bit worried — and Gojo never got worried about just anyone.

He had to consider you a good friend to be truly worried about you like he worried about Geto.

"You trying to kill yourself again?" Gojo asked as he pressed the cold juice can to your cheek.

Your body tensed and you automatically jabbed your fingers into his ribs.

"That hurt!" he screeched as he pulled your hands out.

"It was cold!" you retorted defensively.

You were sitting on the floor of the library with books sprawled around you. There was a notebook and colored pens on your lap.

Gojo was leaning over you like a giant, blocking your light.

Gojo and you got closer after the incident. He started bothering you since the first day you decided to go to the library.

Every day, like clockwork, he would show up with a treat for you. It wasn't until he bought you mochi that you realized you never had sweets before.

There was never a need or craving for you to eat sweets before, which is a heinous deed for a man who loved sweets as much as he did.

You began to look forward to the sweets.

"What's this?" you asked as you looked at the packaging of the can.

"Milk tea with jelly," he replied as he grabbed the can from your hands and opened it.

"Hey!" you shouted as you hurriedly stood up and attempted to grab the can from him.

He drank from it while skipping away from you. You chased after him, annoyed that he was interrupting your studies.

Suddenly, he stopped skipping, making you skid to a halt. You eyed him, reaching your hand out to grab the can from him.

"You sleep yet?" he asked as you wiped the opening of the can with your sleeve.

"No," you answered before sipping from it. "It's good," you murmured.

"Course it is. I personally picked it out for you."

You stared at him and blinked before walking back to your circle of textbooks.

"Don't ignore me."

If it was one thing you learned about Gojo, it was that he enjoyed attention. If the attention wasn't focused on him, he would throw a fit like a child.

"I'm not ignoring you. I just didn't know how to respond," you replied as you sat down.

Gojo followed after you, sitting on top of the table instead to look at you from above. You looked better than when he first met you.

Your eyes seemed brighter and you talked more. He knew that the incident with Ayumi contributed to that, but he wanted to know why it had to go to that extent.

He didn't know anything about you and he knew he didn't have the place to ask. The two of you weren't that close. He knew Nanami before you, and he still didn't know Nanami's parents' names.

“It's my birthday, ya know,” he said.

“Is this a ploy for my attention again?”

“It's really my birthday,” he said with a pout.

A soft chuckle left your mouth.

As soon as it did, you went silent before looking at Gojo in surprise. He had a similar expression on his face.

That was the first time you laughed.

You cleared your throat and looked down at the book. “Happy birthday. So, where’s Ieiri and Geto?" you asked, eyes glued to the words in front of you.

"Shoko's with Yaga and Suguru's on a mission,” he responded, amused.

"Why aren't you on a mission?" you asked, feeling heat crawl up your neck.

He was hoping you wouldn't ask, but either way, he wouldn't tell you the truth. He wanted to keep you in the dark a little longer.

"I've been having the shits lately."

Your hand stopped writing for a moment, then resumed. "That's gross."

He shrugged. "It's just how it is."

Gojo watched as you studied. He didn't understand the point of you studying. He believed that improving as a sorcerer meant going out in the field or practicing physically, not by reading books and taking notes.

And you weren't that stupid. You knew now how Gojo was as a person, and that he thought what you were doing was stupid.

But you knew that there was something behind your life. You thought you were normal before your parents' deaths, but you knew something bigger was at play.

"If I turned evil, would you kill me?" you asked quietly.

He didn't answer for a moment, which made you look up at him. His glasses were tilted down, making you realize that he had been staring at you this whole time.

"I'd have to," he responded.

You hummed. "Good."

His lips twitched. "What's going on in that head of yours?"

You blinked, biting back a smile. "Dangerous things, Gojo."

He hopped off the library table and knelt in front of you. You couldn't help but keep eye contact with us. His blue eyes shone brighter than anything in the library.

"Remember, Ama, you don't get to die without my permission."

When did you give him permission to call you by your first name? You had no memory of ever doing so.

“Since when did we make that deal?” you asked, breathless.

He smirked. “You just don't remember.”

“You're a manipulator.”

Gojo Satoru was a master manipulator, but you didn't even know half of it. He wasn't interested in you much when the two of you first met, but now he knew how interesting it was to be around you.

“And don't you ever forget that, Ama.”

You liked how your name sounded on his tongue.

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[cutiebia]

I love you too

/Levi Ackerman X female reader/

Summary: Y/N and Levi have established relationships that is purely sexual but Y/N is in love with Levi

Trigger: rough sex, fingering, degradation, minors denied

It was normal that many people in the survey corps slept with each other, no one wanted a serious relationship, they didn't want to get attached because they all knew there was a chance they wouldn't make it back, so to satisfy their needs many soldiers just hooked up with each other. Levi was never a fan of these hook ups and didn't engage in them, he would much rather just jerk off if he was horny. However that changed when a new recruit joined, the stunning and kind Y/N many people had a crush on her, and Levi just wanted to feel her all around, her soft body, tight pussy, he would never admit it to anyone not even to himself that he was in love that was just unacceptable.

One night however after a successful mission things changed, everyone was drinking and celebrating Y/N and Levi were the only one left in the dining area after all it was pretty late, they were just talking while sipping some more alcohol. They were playful with each other and Levi took the bottle for himself, as Y/N tried to grab it from him she ended up basically laying on his lap trying to grab the bottle. In that moment Levi couldn't hold back, maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was just that they were alone, maybe it was her tight shorts that showed her ass, he didn't know and didn't care. His hand had a mind of its own and grabbed her ass. She moaned loudly but didn't stop him. In fact she was dreaming about this, she was so madly in love with him. She sat on his lap properly and it didn't take long for them to start making out, that night was the first when they slept together, right there on the dining room desk, that night changed everything.

It all happened a few months ago, Levi wanted to keep it a secret and Y/N agreed, she was just happy that Levi wanted her. Since then every now and then Levi would call her to his office and they'd sleep with each other, Y/N never had the courage to tell him how she felt even though she wanted to many times over the months. Today Levi seemed really frustrated and Y/N noticed it she went over to him with a soft smile and his favourite tea. "You look stressed sir, here I made you your favourite tea." Levi looked up at her with a questioning look, he definitely didn't expect it, he just mumbled a quick thanks and took the tea from her. She turned around to leave but Levi stopped her. "My office tonight." That was all he needed to say Y/N turned around blushing slightly and nodded smiling at him, before walking away.

She couldn't wait for this day to be over, she was so excited to be with Levi that was all she could think about. Just him, she truly felt like the happiest girl ever, out of all the girls here, he wanted her and she couldn't be happier. Evening rolled around it was the time Y/N would usually go to Levi's office, she knocked on the door once and before she had the chance to knock again he opened the door and pulled her inside, pinning her against the door in the process and roughly kissing her. She couldn't help herself and moaned into the kiss. As soon as Levi heard her moaned he picked her up and carried her to the bed where he laid her down and started touching her all over.

She moaned again as she felt Levi touching her, his touch was always gentle and soft even though his kisses were rough. "I had a really stressful day so you're gonna be a good girl and let me do whatever I want." He whispered in her ear as he pushed his growing erection against her making her moan. Levi couldn't hold back anymore he tore off her clothes and slipped two fingers inside her, he groaned feeling just how tight she was, he kissed her neck fingering her roughly, she was moaning loudly she couldn't hold back the moans it just felt so good almost too good he was hitting all the right spots inside of her, soon he added another finger making her moan even louder. She was close and wanted to warn him but before she had a chance she squirted all over his hand and came hard on his fingers. Levi smirked at sight he was proud of himself, he took his fingers out of her and shoved them in her mouth making her lick them clean. "That's how I like it, such a good little fuck toy." His erection was painful at this point he took off his pants and without any warning started fucking her. She was moaning loudly, it was like music to his ears he left out a few soft moans himself. She reached out her hands for Levi and pulled him down into a kiss. Levi pulled away and flipped her over fucking her roughly in doggy. "T-too deep." She moaned out, Levi grabbed a fistful of her hair pulling her up and whispering in her ear. "Take it like a good girl you are." He groaned before biting her neck leaving small bite marks all over. His thrust were getting sloppy he was close, he flipped her around one last time and kissed her. "Cum for me you little brat." She moaned loudly as his whispers pushed her over the edge and she came, Levi followed close by as he pulled out and came all over her. He was breathing heavily, his hair was messy he smirked as he looked at her body painted in his cum, her legs twitching from pleasure.

"I love you Levi...." She whispered barely audible, but Levi heard it. He stared at her and he wanted to say something but she was already asleep. He stood up and cleaned her up. He walked over to a window in his office, he was deep in his thoughts. She really loved him.... He didn't know what to do, he was sure he didn't love her he wanted just sex and nothing more, but it was true that having her around fell nice.... He was confused, what should he do? He knew he had to respond to her when she would wake up. But what would he tell her? He needed a different approach. He tried imagining life without her, and it truly felt empty.... She brought happiness into his life, he fell for her and he didn't even realise it. He laughed softly, how stupid of him, not realising just how much she meant to him. He walked over to the bed, she was sleeping peacefully, she looked adorable. He kissed her cheek softly and whispered.

I love you too

#levi ackerman smut #levi ackerman x y/n smut #captain levi smut #levi x reader smut #anime #attack on titan #levi ackerman #x female reader #levi x you #levi x y/n

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For the spider-gang (or whomever you choose). What are their morning routines? Who's actually gonna eat breakfast and not shove it in their face or not even at all? I damn well know half roll out of bed and just go about their day lol

You Got it!

Each one is an established relationship

I PROMISE I HAVE NOT FORGOT YALL IM BUSY MOVING TOMORROW AND MONDAY SOON THE BEAUTY AND THE BEAST WILL BE OUT

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Miguel-

You and Miguel's morning routine is weird. In your universe, you are a nurse in the evening shift meaning you don't get home til almost 3 am. So when you are going to bed, he is getting up. So you get home, get dressed into pjs, and get into bed: at the same time, Miguel gets up, showers, and kisses you good morning/night. He made breakfast and left it in the microwave for his darling lover who was dead asleep in bed, in his shirt. And Vise Versa, he is coming home from work, you are getting ready to leave, you have dinner together then go.

He wakes up, showers, and puts a bunch of gels in his hair to keep it nice and slicked back. He makes breakfast and puts your work clothes in the laundry room and leaves to the spider society

Miles 1610-

He tries to be quiet... No matter how clumsy he is. It's very adorable to watch him stumble around. only to stop and stare at his lover in bed out of pure wonder. He got up and got ready for classes. Wake up, draw, get out of bed, and shower. (After tucking you back in of course) Get dressed, attempt to do something with his hair, and give up halfway through. Woke you up and let you get ready before heading to classes together, He walks you too your first class of the day

Miles42-

This man refuses to be quiet in the mornings, he is loud and annoying. Every morning he complains that you are taking up way too much of the bed and nearly pushing him out of bed. You knew that was impossible, he was nearly 2x times as strong as you. As much as he complains, he leaves and comes back with your favorite breakfast and Starbucks

Hobie-

This man is a cat. He isnt moving, unless his watch wakes him up or he registers you begging to be let go so you can rush to the bathroom and pee... he is rock solid.. BUT WHEN THE MotherFU- is awake... 2 1/2 hours.... Thats how long he takes to get up and get ready. It takes him TWO AND A HALF HOURS!!! You are convinced at this point the percings are all fake and hobie manual puts them on every morning.

Gwen-

She waits until you are up to get ready, she brushes her hair, eats, brushes her teeth, then plays the drums until you and her go on missions together. She loves helping with your hair.. Kinda convinced she loves your hair more than you

Pavi-

This man will cuddle you all morning, get up, put coconut oil in his hair, and be done. That's it, that's all this dude does. He spends the rest of the morning putting your favorite tea in a travel mug, making you breakfast, and helping you get ready. if you have long hair he'll sit and braid it with flowers and everything for you

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[THE BAD BATCH]—Soulmate AU

CROSSHAIR/OFC

WARNINGS: BODY SWAP, FLUFF. 💖

Crosshair hated the idea of soulmates. Well, not the existance of soulmates per se –though he was skeptical–; just the way soulmates discovered each other. The whole body swap thing was a pile of bullshit. He was a soldier, for the Force's sake; a random person waking up in his body didn't seem like a good idea. He imagined a meek little thing opening their eyes in the middle of a war-zone; Crosshair's body inside his sleeping bag with his rifle right besides him. Hell, the little shit would probably piss themselves with so much opened fire and death around him; and get themselves killed. Whoever clinged to the idea of soulmates like a kid desperate for love clearly hadn't thought about it enough.

(•••)

A sudden jolt woke Athena from her slumber; the girl quickly sitting up in her bed and searching for her gun in the nightstand beside her. It was then when she realised there was no nightstand; no gun, not her bed, and definitively not her house. She felt paralysed for a moment, processing what could only be true; she had woken up in her soulmate's body. After that, came a small recognition mission. Her first instinct was to look down at herself; she was surprised to find out she was dressed in heavy armour, covered from chest to toes with the exception of her face, helmet carefully placed in the floor. She carefully examined every piece of it. It was a mix of black, greys and reds; a small white skull painted on the right shoulder pauldron with a "99" marked right below.

Athena bent down to grab the matching helmet of the ground. It looked kinda menacing; one side of the visor opened wider with the shape of a crosshair. A quick glance around discovered a rifle resting against the bed she was still sitting on. Athena's –well, her soulmate's– lips twisted upwards into a smile. At least she knew her way around that.

The woman grabbed the weapon and took her time examining it. It was clearly very well cared for; every piece cleaned of dust and dirt, no more than a few light scratches here and there. It was an advanced intriguing model. Not everyone's cup of tea; but Athena couldn't help but think of the weapon as gorgeous, and started to feel excited about the chance of using it. She hand't fired her own sniper for a while, sticking to guns and vibro-blades at the present time. It would be fun to reminiscense old times.

She grabbed both the rifle and the helmet and stood up; inmediately feeling out of place. This person was tall; she chuckled, silently imagining her soulmate living her life with her petite size. It was weird being in a man's body, too. Thankfully, her, uh, his cock –fucking hell, she couldn't really believe she had one of those right now– was well hidden and protected under the codpiece. She blushed realising she was going to have to see it and use it at some point of the day. That felt like a huge privacy invasion; but to be fair, her soulmate's organs weren't going to stop functioning just because of her.

Taking advantage of still being the only person in the room, Athena walked around and tried a few crouches and jumps. She tried positions with the rifle, too. For an outsider, the scene would have looked totally ridiculous; but the girl wanted to make sure she was used to moving around in her new body if she was going to be following trouble. Once that was done, she decided she was ready to find out who else she was in the ship with.

It wasn't very big, so Athena had no trouble finding the cockpit; where another three fully armoured men seemed ready to go into battle. She took the chance to examine them. One had long hair –kept in place with a red bandana– and half of his face tattoed in black. The other was a giant of a human; one eye shining artificially and a myriad of scars around it. The last one was the one piloting the ship; eyes hiding behind rounded goggles and too many pouches on his belt. It was clear they were a team where everyone served a specific purpose; thankfully she had swapped her body with the one ability in which she could stand her own.

"Just in time, Crosshair" the goggled clon greeted her without even looking away from the front window of the ship "We'll be arriving Ilya's separatist base in ten".

It was right then and there when Athena understood who his soulmate –and all these guys– were; clones for the Grand Army of the Republic. Athena herself lived on a neutral system in the Outer Rim; but obviously knew of the endless fight between both sides. She couldn't help but frown in confusion; they clearly didn't look like regular clones. She asumed her soulmate didn't, either?

"Alright, lets run through the plan one last time before we arrive" the one with the red bandana stated, Athena inmediately recognising the leadership in his voice "The guys from the 104th are gonna give us free way to the control tower; Wrecker, you and I are gonna plant the bombs and make sure that place is prepared for being blown up. Crosshair covers Tech into level seventeen to extract the information needed. Are we clear?"

A chorus of "Yes, Sarge" followed and Athena nodded in agreement with just a second of delay. She argued with herself if she should make her presence known; deciding at last on not sharing the information for now. It would only bring distrust and anxiousness to the team; turning the war-zone even more dangerous for them. They needed a clear mind and focus and so did she. She'd tell them when the mission was finished and they were tucked safely back on the ship.

(•••)

Athena never felt more grateful for her extensive training. Without it, she'd be dead by now. Ilya's war-zone was a death-pit; a mess of droidekas, combat droids, and even spider droids replicating endlessly in the arid planet's surface. The woman had had her fair battle experiences with Erian's army before; but nothing quite like that. Watching the clone army fight the separatists endless lines was an impressive sight to behold. Athena couldn't help but feel a strong rush of admiration and respect for those men; as well as a wave of sadness and guilt. Did they truly wanted to be there? Was that their real choice? Had she unkowingly been a supporter of all of this by just hiding herself in her own little neutral system all this time?

She was brought back to reality by a wave of new droids moving towards them; her instincts kicking in and quickly getting rid of them with a few well placed shots from her rifle. That wasn't the end of the party, though; two BX-commando droids followed them, and Athena groaned in annoyance. She had had a close encounter with one of them right outside the control tower minutes before; Hunter quickly stabbing his vibro-blade to its head and inabilitating the droid. She decided to follow his technique; and was glad to find out her soulmate also had a pretty good aim with blades.

Both droids defeated, Athena turned towards Tech. He was crouched down next to level seventeen's control panel, datapad connected to its port and quickly transfering the information needed. Athena was impressed with how fast he had managed to hack every single piece of tech –she could see where the nickname came from– they had come across with with the same unconcerned and unwavering determination in his face. It felt like the goggled clone's mind worked at a faster rythm than others; but even with that, the woman was starting to feel restless now.

"As much as I find your work impressive, Tech, we should get going now".

The man glanced at him for just a second too long before humming uncomitedly and replying with an unhurried tone.

"I will require ten more seconds, if you may be so patient to wait".

Athena made sure the clone's back was covered til Tech quickly disconected off the port and shoved his datapad back in his belt.

"Got it" he announced, not an inch of boasting in his voice, just an assertive statement, and they both made their way out, back to the war-zone.

(•••)

Their mission on Ilya was successful. They had managed to extract the information needed –Tech quickly making a second copy in case the first was damaged in the trip back home–; and Wrecker had done a good job honouring his name and bringing the tower down after they all had made their way back to the Marauder.

Athena sat down on the co-pilot's seat in the cockpit, the adrenaline of the fight still running through her veins. A satisfied grin was perched on her soulmate's face; she felt proud of the team, even if it weren't really hers.

"Good job out there, guys" she congratulated them, just a passing, brotherly comment.

Inmediately, both at once, Hunter and Wrecker turned to stare at her. Athena frowned confused, looking back at them with a growing nervousness inside of her. Before she could try to justify herself –for whatever bad thing she had done–, Tech cleared his throat and made sure the course for Kamino was correctly set up before observing her as well.

"Ah, yes. I believe that is Crosshair's soulmate".

Athena looked at him in surprise. Tech chuckled and pointed out the unkowing mistakes she had done.

"You are far too chirpy and nice, to be fair, for our dear brother" he explained, the others still in shock with the clone's revelation "Though I admit your abilities as a sniper got me fooled, at first. It was unbelievably lucky for Crosshair's soulmate to know her way around a rifle, I must admit, or this mission would have been a catastrophe.

She shuffled in her feat, sheepish.

"He has good eyes" she conceded, smiling guiltily. "Sorry for not saying anything before, guys. I thought it would only bring unnecessary complications, so I was planning to wait til the mission finished and we got back.

Wrecker let out a booming laugh, finally having processed the strange idea of someone being in his grumpy brother's body; while Hunter's chuckle was much more reserved and quiet.

"It's so weird seing him smile like that" he mumbled to the others, only making Wrecker's laugh louder.

"Yeah! I didn't even think his face could do that!" the big clone pointed out.

They all laughed together when, in a very Crosshair-like manner, Athena just rolled her eyes.

(•••)

"You should go shower".

Hunter's nose scrunched softly in agreement, and Athena sighed.

"I know".

Tech tilted his head, analysing her expression, curious.

"And you aren't because...?" asked Mr. bandana, and Athena fidgeted in her place and groaned.

They were back to the squad's barracks; a medium sized room with beds pushed up against the wall and a big table on the very center, crammed with all sorts of things. The boys had entertained her the rest of the late afternoon with stories about past missions and Crosshair's icks; though now, two hours later, the inevitable moment had come to its end. Athena could feel –his, her, whatever– bladder at its maximum capacity. She couldn't delay it anymore than she had already.

"I'm assuming that Athena is somewhat uncomfortable having to see Crosshair naked and performing normal body functions" Tech's calm voice popped in, making Hunter rise an eyebrow.

"You'd think one would be happy to see his soulmate naked" he answered, almost goading her to reply, and the woman glanced at him in defeat and sighed.

"In a normal situation, I would love to get my soulmate naked" she pin-pointed, tiredly and kind of frustrated "But this is not a normal situation. This is weird as fuck. I'm going to see his face in a mirror for the first time, then I'm gonna use his winner to pee, I'll have to take a shit, and then I'll get all this grime, blood and dirt off and... It's not funny, Wrecker! This so fucking weird, maker!"

"I'm sorry!" the clone laughed, it was impossible not to "But it really is!"

Hunter tried not to grin and offered some comfort for a change.

"Okay, I get it. But look, you can't run away from that. Just go do whatever you need to do, and come straight back. Better not overthink it".

"I bet Crosshair has not had this much inconvenience on jumping into the shower" added Tech, for theatricallity, and that was the last straw on Athena's burning expression.

"I'll be right back" she announced, defeated, and dragged her legs to the showers.

(•••)

It was just as weird as Athena had imagined. However, she had always thought peing as a man would be kinda fun, so she had honestly played around probably a bit too much with that. She hadn't been able to help herself and she had standed naked in front of the mirror for a whole five minutes; examining inch by inch of his soulmate's body. She had expected him to be slightly different than your usual clone –all of his team was–; but not like that. Crosshair looked like nothing similar. He had grey hair –not that it was a bad thing at all, it did give him a more matured sexy look–; his jaw was slightly softer than his brothers, though his thin lips, impossibly straight nose, and natural glare –accentuated by the tattoo around his right eye– definitively didn't give out the vibe for soft. He kinda looked like a bad guy; and Athena couldn't help but smirk at the thought. Somehow, that expression seemed better matched for Crosshair's face than her previous's symetrical smiles. Athena wondered if his face would seem that much different when the real Crosshair was the one inside his long, thin yet muscled body.

After showering and changing to a clean set of blacks, she returned back to the barracks. Wrecker laughed upon seing her and Hunter nodded in satisfaction; Tech being the one that decided not to comment about it and aproaching her with his inseparatable datapad.

"I wondered if you would like to give me your comm link and where to find you in case we wanted to contact you" he asked, in his very polite unusual way of talking, and Athena answered with a nod and a smirk.

"Sure" she added, nochalantly.

Tech adjusted his goggles and turned the datapad towards her.

"You're getting the hand of that" he pointed.

Athena's usual symetrical smile manifested herself in Crosshair's face right then. The betrayal...

(•••)

Crosshair woke up with a start. His eyes quickly scanned the room he was in and inmediately recognised the Batch's place in the barracks; his muscles quickly relaxing against his slightly uncomfortable but familiar bed with a deep sigh. Yeah, soulmate's body swapping was a horrible idea. Well, to be fair, he hadn't exactly had a bad time in the woman's body; it was kind of nice to have a whole day to himself for once, and his soulmate had a nice small apartment in the outskirts of town. It was quiet there, in what he discovered was Erian, an outer-rim neutral planet with numerous lakes and waterfalls; and he had had hours to think about her. He was more concerned of what she was doing in his body.

She seemed like an everyday natborn at first; small cute place, friendly neighbours, and with what he asumed to be a normal job by the uniform with a cafeteria's logo. She didn't have any remarkable features, though that didn't say she wasn't attractive; she was just plainly pretty. Normal pretty. Black wavy hair, dark eyes, a cute nose and a very short height. It wouldn't be the kind of girl Crosshair would see passing by in Coruscant and think "fuck, she's hot"; but more of a "she's cute" if she showed some interest towards him. Crosshair was perfectly happy with that. He wasn't exactly a handsome man either –at least, not in the way both Hunter and Tech were–; he just had something attractive about him, he guessed, and that was perfectly fine. As they say, looks weren't everything; Crosshair would pick a standard beauty girl with a personality than a hot woman that bored him to death. And he was easily bored.

For that reason, he felt surprised, but relieved, when he found the case of a rifle inside his soulmate's bedroom closet; it wasn't as advanced at his, but it was advanced, and the sniper felt inmediately more attracted to whoever she was. A girl with that had to have some feisty side on her, if only a little. Crosshair wasn't looking for a replica of himself –that would be too much attitude in the same room–; just someone who could hold her own and stand against him. He suddenly felt more curious and –dare say– excited to meet her.

Showering was without doubt a weird thing. Crosshair had to get himself naked in her soulmate's body; boobs perfectly visible –and what could he say, he couldn't stop looking at them– and every curve, scar and mole exposed to his eyes. He tried not to linger too much; an uncomfortable guilt following him around until he got dressed again in her pijamas.

When he went to bed that night, he was glad to know he wouldn't have to experience being her ever again, impatient to being in his own body at last. He had the fleeting hope that the woman wouldn't get them both killed right before he closed his eyes.

(•••)

Tech had showed him a video of her soulmate as himself in their last mision on Ilya and Crosshair couldn't help the proud smirk that crept onto his face. She was quick with the trigger and had a good form; and had done a good job being him, luckily. His brothers had retelled him every single detail about that day; how she had fooled them at first, her outstanding work in the battlefield, her hesitance for seing the rest of him and the impressions they had got of her.

"I like her. She's cute and smiley, but she can definitevely be totally serious and playfull as well" had been Wreckers word, followed by Hunter's quiet opinion.

"You'll like her" he had just confirmed, no doubt in his voice, and then there was only Tech left.

"I agree. Your love for weapons and rifles would probably bring you closer. She's an atractive woman, kind but firm and determined. She seemed to have a good sense of humour and what people usually refer to as "banter". I asked for her comm number and residence in case you wanted to contact her."

Crosshair hummed uncomitedly and turned to Hunter, eyebrow shooting up to his forehead.

"Think we can make a visit next time we finish a mission, Sarge?"

Hunter seemed surprised; and honestly, Crosshair was a bit surprised with himself too. But he wanted to meet her, face to face this time. He was intrigued, just that; that's what he kept telling himself, at least.

"I'm sure we could refuel in Erian next time a mission takes us to the Outer Rim, right Tech?" he answered, nochalantly.

Tech was quick to reply.

"Erian's status as a neutral system and a common planet for multiple space lanes makes it a good place to refuel indeed".

Hunter patted Crosshair's shoulder.

"There you go, lover boy" he taunted, and chuckled with his brother's annoyed and exasperated expression.

It was good to have him back.

(•••)

Athena was just drying her dishes with a towel when someone knocked at her door. She shouted a quick "coming!" from the kitchen before quickly finishing her job and receiving her visitant; inmediately freezing in the entrance of her house when she saw who was wanting to see her.

"Crosshair?" she asked, surprised.

He only nodded in amusement. It had been two weeks since the body swap.

"Yeah, it's the real me this time" he answered, a hint of sarcasm hiding in his voice, making the woman chuckle before stepping to the side.

"Please, come in" she offered, the sniper quickly following and closing the door behind him "And in my defense, I did a good job being your impostor".

Crosshair hummed and slowly leaned against the kitchen's counter. Athena thought he looked even taller having him in front of her in her own body now; and his expressions more practiced and collected. He was sexy.

"And I'd lie if I said I wasn't surprised with that" he answered, examining her with his intimidating gaze. "Where did you learn snipping?"

She shrugged humbly.

"Trained for years. I was part of the army of Erin not too long ago. Retired after an injury and I'm living the normal citizen live since then."

Crosshair remembered the scar on her knee, and the way her step had felt slightly unbalanced.

"Knee?" he wanted to confirm.

Athena blushed, the question reminding her of the fact that he had seen her naked as well. Knew what she felt and looked like.

"Maker, i can't believe you've already seen me naked and we've just oficially met" she chuckled, feeling slightly akward and embarassed, in contrast with Crosshair's satisfied smirk.

"Well, so have you" he pointed out, his tone turning to a cheeky seductive thing "I hope you've found everything your taste".

Athena laughed and, to his satisfaction, nodded; not trying to hide her opinion of him. She was the brutally honest kind of girl.

"You have some good equipment" she conceeded, eyes momentarily travelling downwards whith a grin perched on her face.

Crosshair snorted and stared at her, trying to find more about his soulmate; while she tilted her head in intrigue and smiled.

"So, decided to come see your soulmate with your own eyes this time?"

Crosshair shrugged and diverted the acussation. He didn't want to admit that.

"I've got good eyes" he replied, nochalantly, instead.

Athena hummed and slowly stepped closer to him; caging him against the counter.

"Mm. And a very kissable face, too".

The clone arched an eyebrow.

"Is that so? That your way of asking me to kiss you?" he pointed out the obvious, just to watch her struggle and blush.

Athena didn't give him the chance.

"That's your decission to make, Mr. sniper" she shot back.

Crosshair rolled his eyes.

"Please, don't call me that. If we start with the cheesy nicknames shit I promiss I'll vomit all over your very clean floor. It would be a shame, really".

Athena laughed and closed the last step; seductively sliding her hands down his chest until she could hook her thumbs in his waistband.

"Well, there's only one way to shut me up" she tempted him.

Crosshair wasn't famous for resisting temptation; and he definitively wasn't bored.

THE END.

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AUTHORS NOTE:

AND THAT'S OUR LAST BOY CROSS! WITH THAT WE FINISH OUR SOULMATE AU SERIES FOR OUR FAVOURITE SEXY BACTH.

LET ME KNOW IF YOU'VE LIKED IT! AND AGAIN, IF YOU CAN REBLOG, MUCH APRECIATED.

I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT TO WRITE NEXT, SO I GUESS I'LL BE TAKING A BREAK TIL THEN. I WELCOME ANY REQUEST OR PROMPT YOU MAY HAVE, GIVE IT TO ME! I CAN WRITE ANYTHING :)

OH, AND IT'S 2024 NOW, SO HAPPY NEW YEAR!

(ALSO, I ACCEPT TUMBLR RECOMENDATIONS OF BB -OR ANY CLONES- STORY IF U HAVE THEM).

Xx,

Sky.

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omega!ghost x fem!alpha!soap thoughts

bear with me plz. so, august of last year i read an omega!ben x alpha!rey fic that has lived rent free in my head ever since. ben had isolated himself, doing research that kept him far from civilization - far from alphas - until rey shows up

now, imagine. big, silent, deadly ghost who keeps to himself, begrudgingly accepts he needs to interact with the others of the 141, if only to kept things cohesive out on missions. accepts the fact he had to socialize a little. keeps it to the bare minimum, though. never volunteers anything personal: his past, family, plans for the future, designation. sometimes he'll give short, clipped answers, simple questions. tea over coffee, mystery novels (will never, ever admit, even under pain of death, his love for bodice rippers). action/adventure movies with a sprinkling of sci-fi. nothing too deep. nothing anyone could potentially use against him.

(price knows some things. more than most for sure. an unfortunate necessity as ghost's CO. not everything. not what or who ghost is under industrial strength blockers and the best suppressants money can buy. under the mask where simon lurks.)

so ghost's innermost everything is locked up tighter than america's fort knox. impenetrable. inscrutable. impossible to know beyond mere surface level. even then, the mask assures it's not something likely to happen.

enter joan "soap" mactavish, the newest member of the 141.

loud. young. offensively confident. vibrant. unafraid. alpha.

she smells like his and it terrifies him.

everything ghost has tried to steer clear of for longer than he can remember. since before he died and clawed himself out of the ground. since before betrayal, and being the last riley, and learning the taste of his own blood in his mouth. before ghost and ghoulish masks and too many scars to count.

since the shape of his father's meaty fists bloomed purple-red across a pale canvas. since useless and pathetic and omega became synonymous with simon.

she's everything he fears and hates and admires and envies and desires and covets. everything he ever wished but could never be.

he does his best to steer clear of her. does his job, of course. would never let anything keep him from completing his objectives, keep him from making sure everyone on his team made it back in one piece. wouldn't jeopardize the one good thing in his life just because an alpha has his skin prickling and his hind brain whining for something he'll never be worthy of.

soap's a force of nature unto herself, though. persistent doesn't begin to describe her. every obstacle he attempts to put in her way, she bulldozes right through them. leaves a trail of destruction in her wake with a beatific smile on her face and a manic, gleeful light in her too-blue eyes.

for whatever reason, she's set her eyes on ghost and nothing he does or says seems to sway her from getting closer to him. she seeks him out if they're ever in the same room. will lean into his personal space. will ask him question after question and stare until he gives her an answer good enough to satisfy her curiosity. will sit next to him during meals and shamelessly nab food from his tray before giving him things off of hers (he steadfastly ignores the warmth that pulses in his chest when he realizes everything she puts on his plate are things that he enjoys).

will place a steady hand on his arm or shoulder or back (the one time she touched his chest is seared into his memory). doesn't blink when he flinches. will just smile - a little smile that has too many meanings for ghost to parse - before staring him right in the eye and touching him again. like she's daring him to run away, to tell her to stop.

he never does, tongue tied and mind wiped of every thought.

he doesn't know what she wants, is the thing. to be friends? colleagues? more? less? to be the first to peel back a layer of the thing called ghost and brag to everyone else that she's succeeded where so many others have failed?

to be one soul inhabiting two separate bodies?

eventually, though, he buckles under her continued attentions. like all man made things when faced with the awesome power of nature, his defenses are washed away, eroded until nothing remains but the tender core of a man. of an omega desperate to feel wanted and desired and safe.

until all that's left in the aftermath is simon.

it's terrifying. he feels naked. scraped raw. unmasked. seen.

he expects many things once she corners him in his office and he gives in. expects condemnation. ridicule. confusion. scathing remarks as to his designation. expects to be left in tatters after she realizes that her efforts were wasted on him.

instead, she kisses him. instead, she slides a gun calloused hand to the back of his neck and pulls him down, down, down until their lips meet. instead, she steals the breath from his lungs and the thoughts from his stuttering mind and his awareness of the world beyond a flimsy door.

ghost is remade, reborn, in the seconds-hours-years they kiss. he's left gasping, knees weak and hands fisted in soap's ridiculous (stupidly attractive and absolutely against regulations) mohawk, in the aftermath. it takes more effort than he's willing to admit for his eyes to flutter open. he's met by a sight that steals his breath all over again.

soap's eyes are blown wide, pupils rimmed by the crimson of an alpha barely grasping at self-control. a delightfully fetching blush has spread from her cheeks down the column of her throat. her lips are glossy with their shared spit, swollen and tender looking. just beyond them, he can see a hint of wickedly sharp fangs.

she's the most beautiful person he's ever seen. it's almost debilitating how much he wants her. how much he wants to be hers.

"mine," she says and it takes his foggy mind an embarrassing amount of time to realize that that wasn't some kind of auditory hallucination. that she's just... staked her claim on him. just like that.

ghost is left blinking owlishly, mouth opening and closing but unable to form a comprehensive thought, much less words.

well.

"my simon." a purr underscores her claim. "my omega."

and who's ghost to tell her otherwise? how could he possibly deny her the one thing that has ever felt right in his long, wretched life?

and then something something sudden heat and rut something something reverse knotting something something claiming bites something something years later something something retirement and pups something something they lived happily ever after

...yeah. just a silly little thot 🙂

#ghoap #ghostsoap #soapghost #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #cod #call of duty #omegaverse #fem!soap #alpha/beta/omega dynamics #into the wips folder

[badassturtles235147]

TMNT SPLINTER HEADCANNONS

Splinter mostly drinks mint teas to help his mind and body relax

Splinter often has nightmares about his past traumas.

Splinter and Shredder have both fought in the war when they were 18 or 20. 

Splinter had a complicated relationship with his father and they were never really close.

Splinter was a mama’s boy. He was very close to his mother and loved her dearly. 

Splinter got into fights and liked to cause trouble when he was a teenager.

Splinter was also a little jealous of Saki when he was young because he seemed to be far more closer with his father then he was and got way more respect. 

Splinter did not want to admit his feelings to Shen at first, partly because of his brother and partly because he did not feel worthy of her.

Splinter would get straight As in art class.

Splinter still gets anxious about fires, even if it is just a small candle.

Before his sons, Splinter thought about committing suicide. Blaming himself for the death of his wife, daughter and even his entire clan. 

Splinter’s mother and father were still alive when he left Japan but he decided to never go back to them even before his mutation.

Splinter blamed his father for Tang Shen’s death and Miwa’s kidnapping. After learning that Shredder was the son of their enemy, Splinter had yelled at his father and told him that if he did not bring the son of their enemy into their lives then his family would still be alive. 

Usagi’s counterpart in their world was Splinter’s best friend as well as a man named Chung I.

Splinter was a bit of a slob when he was young but after raising four boys, he tried to keep things neat and clean. 

Splinter was curious and liked to learn new things. He sometimes got so caught up in what he was doing that he would lose track of time. 

Splinter sometimes wishes that Leonardo would not worry so much and just be a teenager.

Splinter gets so easily annoyed with Raphael because he reminds him so much  of himself when he was young.

Splinter has a hard time understanding Donatello sometimes but he tries his best to connect with his son.

Splinter babies and spoils Mikey. Partly because he reminds him of his sweet Tang Shen but also because well, he is his youngest and most innocent son. 

Splinter spoils Karai the most and tries to give her space since he knows that she needs to figure things out on her own.

Splinter used to believe in revenge and almost acted on it when Shredder took everything he cared about from him but the memory of his loving wife stopped him from doing so.

Splinter still gets deeply depressed on the anniversary of his wife’s death and locks himself in his room until the day is over. 

Splinter holds back a little when fighting Shredder because part of him is still holding on to the memory of when they were brothers.

“Splinter” was his nickname in the war and he made that his first name because he felt like he was not Hamato Yoshi anymore and was fighting the greatest war of all, to keep him and his sons alive.

Splinter does have other clothes than a kimono, he just wears a kimono during training or when company comes over since he is a bit insecure about how he looks in normal clothes. (His seen those videos of people laughing at dressed up animals)

Before Donnie was able, Splinter used to do all the mechanical and doctor things around their home and though it always worked out in the end, it stressed him out which is why he was so grateful to his genius son.

Splinter feels guilty about the burden he placed on his eldest son and sometimes wonders if he should have waited until he and his brothers were older.

Every time the boys come back from a horrible mission, Splinter regrets ever allowing them to go to the surface in the first place and does his best to comfort them.

Splinter’s relationship with Shen was a bit similar to Raph and Monalisa’s relationship. Shen was Splinter’s strength while Splinter was Shen’s courage. 

#tmnt 2012 #tmnt fanfiction #tmnt karai #splinter #tmnt splinter #tmnt tang shen #raphael tmnt #michelangelo tmnt #donatello tmnt #headcanon

[divinegrey]

what about some of the valorant ladies with a selectively mute reader? you already know one of who your child likes anyway

i gotchu!!!

SELECTIVELY MUTE READER HEADCANONS | FADE, REYNA, SAGE, VIPER

words: 1100 warnings: none

FADE

You spend a lot of time in Fade’s room, mostly because it’s always peaceful and quiet there (unless she has music playing to drown out the nightmares). 

You have a tendency of going there to play with the prowlers in their passive form— which is to say, Fade has a bunch of cats running around her room. She has a bunk bed that you hang out on and snuggle with all of the cats whenever you’re not out scouting with Sova or training with the others. 

Fade doesn’t mind your presence— you’re quiet by nature of being mute, but oftentimes, Fade invites you to her room to hang out. It does wonders to calm your anxiety. 

One particular evening after dinner, you were playing with one of the kittens; a dark ball of fur that felt like glass and red eyes that stared at you unblinkingly. The cats looked like they were pulled out of the depths of hell, but you found them cute. This kitten in particular was rambunctious, crawling all over you until nestling in your shoulder.

You didn’t realize it until after it happened, but you were giggling at the sensation of the prowler rubbing its fur against you. 

Fade had turned around immediately, staring at you with shock that turned into a wide smile. That was you laughing. She heard you laughing! This is something she never expected, and Fade’s heart was melting in her chest at the sound. 

She couldn’t resist joining you on the top bunk of her bed and wrapping you in a hug. You asked why via the notes app on your phone, but Fade just kissed your cheek in reply. 

“You have an adorable laugh, I hope to hear it more often.” 

REYNA

Reyna knows you’re not a talker, and she doesn’t mind it.She’s never quite understood why you don’t talk, but hasn’t asked— it’s not relevant to her, so why bother?

You and Reyna hang out at the gun range, where you trade tips and pointers. Every now and then, Reyna will crack a joke or flirt with you a little, just to see if she can get a sound of you, but you’re extremely resilient (and also very anxious to boot). 

The first time you do speak to Reyna is in the middle of a mission. An illegal mission, one in Mexico that Reyna left to do at midnight. You’d just run onto the Vulture with her, gun in hand and your armor on. 

You didn’t even let her get a word in, signing in sign language I’m going with you before closing the hatch. Reyna simply nodded, and off the two of you went to her city in Mexico. A small militia had been attempting an incursion, one Reyna went to stop herself with you at her side. 

The battlefield was noisy with gunfire— you kept your Marshal close, sniping people from a distance so Reyna could feed off the souls and keep moving like a war machine on the hunt. 

When all was said and done, you met her down in the field, bodies littering the ground. 

“Excellent job—” 

“Duck!” You shouted, raising your rifle. Reyna twisted her body out of the way just in time for you to shoot an insurrectionist at point blank range, the bullet driving into his head and out of his skull. 

Reyna looked at you with a mix of awe and respect. Realizing what you’d just done, you turned to her with a flush on your cheeks. 

“Lovely voice, cariño, I do hope to hear it more often,” Reyna said, wiping some blood off your cheek before walking away with a wink. 

SAGE

Sage, in a medical sense, knew why you didn’t talk. She never pushed you to explain why, and only ever accommodated and helped you when you needed it. Sage was sweet that way, ever supportive of you. You’re a necessary agent that is crucial to VALORANT. 

One quiet morning, in a spot overlooking the beach, you and Sage had your morning routine of meditation and tea. The meditation brought peace to your mind, especially when guided by Sage’s soothing voice and the promise of her delicious blend of tea afterward. 

It was one such morning when you first spoke to Sage. 

This time, it was intentional; you’d been meaning to do it, working up the courage to say something all throughout the meditation. Sage noticed you were more fidgety than usual, but otherwise said nothing, staying seated with her eyes closed until the thirty minutes of meditation and mindfulness was up. 

Afterward, she brewed a pot her favorite tea, one you’d taken to quite happily. When she handed you your cup, you took hold of her wrist and looked up at her. 

“Thank you, Sage.” 

It was quiet, barely there amongst the noise of the ocean in the distance, but Sage heard it loud and clear. She didn’t hold back the proud smile, and bent down to kiss your forehead. 

“Always. You’re safe with me, I promise.” 

VIPER

Viper, though she would admit this to no one, loved having you accompany her in her lab. You were quiet, respectful of her space, and always offered a helping hand when she needed you to grab something off a shelf. 

Today, you were helping her with some analyzation of plant toxins she’d extracted from plants on Omega Earth. Seeing if there were any differences to the Alpha Earth equivalent, mostly. 

You watched her with quiet awe, amazed at the focus in how she worked and how she noted down particularities on her paper without even looking. She also had a habit of muttering her observations (something you think she does because she knows you’re nearby, but you’ve never asked). 

Her pencil rolled off the table, and before she could get it, you bent down and retrieved it for her. 

“Thank you,” Viper said, still buried in observing the smear of toxins on the microscope. 

“You’re welcome,” you said, a smile on your face.

Viper froze, pencil in her hand, before straightening up and turning to you. You watched a wide variety of emotions pass through her face, before she simply chuckled and went back to working. Assuming nothing was amiss, you went back to reading your book, waiting for the next time Viper would need some help. 

“I’m glad,” Viper said, “That you felt comfortable enough to say that.” 

You leaned over and tapped her wrist a couple times, just enough to acknowledge her reply, the grin on your face only having gotten wider. 

~~~~~ A/N: thank u for requesting !!!

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