#happy birthday bandage boi

[head-empty-just-sigma]

so after using my few remaining brain cells to analyze Bram’s ability a bit, i got a little idea in my mind that i absolutely need to theorize about. so here i am.

essentially i just want to ask what kind of effect Dazai’s ability would have on Bram, if any at all. so i’ll be looking at how Dazai’s gift interacts with large-scale abilities that effected multiple people or powerful ability-created weapons. i will also be talking about the sword stuck in Bram as well given what’s revealed in the latest manga chapter (102)

🔺spoilers for the main manga, 55 Minutes, Dead Apple, one scene from chapter 1 of Stormbringer🔻

a tldr is directly under the cut with less spoilers and a short to-the-point theory. also all lowercase is intentional

too long don’t want to read it:

Dazai’s nullification won’t have any effect on Bram himself, it won’t turn him human again, but it’ll make it so he can’t command his infected vampire army. i think Dazai will have to touch each individual vampire in order to nullify the infection, comparing it to how his ability functioned in Shibusawa’s fog. with the sword, i think Dazai wouldn’t have much more effect on it other than removing the engraving on Fukuchi’s hand and allowing Bram to control his ability again while Dazai holds the sword and renders it a piece of metal in his hand.

everything else in this post is talking about evidence for my theory & then my theory about their abilities interacting at the end. i hope you enjoy!

what is Bram’s ability?

Bram Stoker in the bsd universe is a mutated human who’s ability caused them to turn into an immortal/undead vampire. he’s been alive for several centuries without much change in appearance, leading me to believe the concept of age doesn’t apply to Bram anymore after becoming a vampire. not to mention he’s a head on a sword

since his ability isn’t named (although it’s most likely Stoker’s Dracula) i won’t be using that as material in my analysis, i want to focus on how his ability functions in the bsd universe alone.

so far from what we’ve seen, the usage of Bram’s ability requires that Bram or another infected vampire ingests the victim’s blood through biting the victim in order to infect them. infecting them causes them to turn into a vampire that has no will of their own and instead acts on the will of Bram, who gives orders to his brethren. the infected vampires are shown to be aggressive towards any non-infected human in the nature of wanting to bite them to infect them, not outright kill them. every infected vampire is loyal to Bram no matter who they got infected by, making it easy for Bram to build a large army using just his underlings without needing to bite each individual himself. this ability can also bring the dead back to life, which we see Bram do with Akutagawa as his first victim.

in one scene we see Bram use his influence as the so-called Lord of the Undead to scare an infected vampire when Aya gets attacked

we can assume that while he’s incapable of actually issuing commands to the infected because of the sword, he still has authority that can be sensed on an instinctual level by the infected vampires.

that’s pretty much all we know about his ability for now, so i’ll leave Bram’s ability explanation here.

let’s gloss over Dazai’s ability

he nullifies any ability through physical touch. he can either touch the person using the ability or the ability itself for this to work.

nullifying Q’s ability by touching the doll

nullifying Corruption by touching Chuuya’s arm

lol

the only time Dazai’s ability doesn’t work is when it’s not an actual ability, i.e. Lovecraft being a Great Old One (a Lovecraftian god-like being) and not an ability user as well as some other times in the light novels. which i’ll get into right now

55 Minutes

seriously, this man is a piece of trash (affectionate)

so i’m going to ignore the entire plot of 55 Minutes but in case you’re wondering why Dazai is in a trash can well you’re just going to have to read the light novel to find out pffft

there’s a quote early on that i want to bring up considering the context of Dazai’s ability in regards to time-manipulating abilities

“‘Those thieves are nothing but a small part of the catastrophe that’s to come.’ All of a sudden, Dazai wasn’t smiling anymore.”

so the ‘catastrophe’ is a large-scale weapon called Code: Shell or ‘Annihilation’ made from an ability that’s hidden on the floating island that they’re on that’s going to be used to destroy Yokohama. and like half of Japan i think. idk 55 Minutes was a ride

so i have a personal theory that Dazai was originally sent to the island by himself to stop the weapon before it was used but he failed, which is where 55 Minutes begins with the random description of Yokohama being obliterated. then we see the rest of the ADA also being sent to the island because Atsushi needs to save Yokohama (again) because Dazai wasn’t able to do it by himself. he also knows who Wells is already, giving Atsushi a description of her at the beginning of the novel during the trash can conversation. Dazai also blatantly tells Kunikida and Atsushi that he knew they’d be caught up in some trouble, so he snuck into the jail room in order to help them escape. however, H.G. Wells (the ‘terrorist’) had set up that trap to get the ADA off her heels so they could get to the weapon without interference, so Dazai had to send Atsushi after her. Dazai also reveals he was sent there by the government, not Fukuzawa. i personally think that somehow Wells was capable of using her ability on Dazai, like we see Nikolai do when he uses his overcoat to teleport Dazai out of his cell. however, the time stopping ability that the cat lady has doesn’t effect Dazai? so it’s really up in the air here. there’s no solid proof Wells used her ability on Dazai anyway besides him knowing about some of the events that occur on the island, but that could also be left to Dazai being the genius that he is.

anyway so lots of plot happens & Atsushi ends up failing to stop the weapon from being used after finding out Wells wasn’t a terrorist (and getting a scene of her taking off a fake face Twilight style) the weapon starts destroying everything it touches.

Dazai and Kunikida witness this after escaping, with Dazai stating that he knew Code: Shell was an “ability weapon”. keeping that in mind, however, Dazai is still killed by the ‘plasma vapor’ created by the weapon boiling the ocean to the point of evaporating. now, i’d like to take a moment to mention this scene from Stormbringer:

“It was strange, because despite the abnormal gravitational field surrounding them, the figure just leisurely stood there.”

(credits to Chibikko_Chuuya, TsubakiHana2, and hktrsdc on twt for the translation)

so after Chuuya’s ‘gate’ is opened for the first time by Verlaine and the equivalent of a black freaking hole melts the corners off of buildings and some nearby lampposts, Dazai is able to just waltz up to Chuuya, who’s at the epicenter of an irregular gravitational field, and nullify Chuuya’s ability without so much as a scratch on him. he doesn’t even break a sweat despite literal metal lamppost melting just feet away from them. does this mean that Asagiri-sensei is inconsistent in how Dazai is affected by ability-based catastrophes? well, no. Chuuya’s phenomena is just his ability, but Code: Shell is a weapon of mass distraction created by an ability, which is the difference. Code: Shell is also probably much more powerful than Chuuya’s ability, including Corruption.

so i think we can assume that while Dazai’s ability is strong enough to nullify most abilities, it doesn’t work on weapons like Code: Shell even though an ability created them.

moving on

Dead Apple

Shibusawa is a King and i will not be taking arguments at this time thank you. also, the name “Tatsuhiko” uses the same kanji characters as ‘dragon boy’. just thought that was cool

so i’m ignoring the plot again and i just want to focus on how Dazai effects the fog

while Shibusawa’s fog is spread over Yokohama and causes abilities to be separated from their users, Dazai, Dostoy and Shibusawa are in some building that i can’t find the name of ANYWHERE that seems to be above the fog. while that’s well and good, we actually find out that the fog does reach them when Dostoy has his monologue moment with his own ability just outside the Draconia room in the tall building. so we see the first instance of Dazai’s ability not affecting the fog just from him being in it.

the second instance is one of the best soukoku moments when Dazai is putting Chuuya’s face in his crotch to keep him from moving, stating he ‘doesn’t want to have to protect him from his own ability’ while they’re in the fog. so here’s proof that Dazai can’t nullify the fog itself despite being within it, but he can nullify the effects of the fog on whoever he’s touching, stopping their abilities from separating. even when the fog turns red and grows, Dazai’s nullification has no effect on it. therefore, large-scale abilities like the Dragon’s Breath from Draconia (Shibusawa’s ability) can’t be nullified by Dazai as a whole and he instead must touch each individual who’s effected. keep that in mind

so now i’m moving into the theory/speculation part of this so please keep in mind that Asagiri-sensei may prove me completely wrong in a future chapter but this is my personal headcanon/theory for how Dazai’s ability would effect Bram’s ability

so i’m going to ignore the sword sticking out of Bram and pretend like he’s a full-bodied vampire capable of controlling his own ability for a minute. i’ll include what i think about the sword later.

first thing: Bram’s ability caused him to mutate into an undead vampire himself. what happens to him if Dazai touches him?

i personally believe nothing would happen to Bram if Dazai touches him. he won’t die, nor will he turn back into a human. i think using the context that his ability caused him to mutate into a vampire, and he can’t change himself into a human at will or anything, Bram is stuck forever as an undead vampire. also considering that if Bram is powerful enough to be called one of the “Ten Calamities”, Dazai’s ability won’t have an effect on his vampirism. obviously Bram can’t infect Dazai, but Dazai can’t make him human again either. i also think it would be a subtle narrative add-on that Dazai’s ability No Longer Human can’t give someone their humanity back.

next: if Dazai touches Bram, would it un-infect all of the other vampires?

no.

in the same way that Dazai didn’t have an affect on Shibusawa’s fog unless he touched the individual person, he can’t un-infect the other vampires unless he touches each individual infected person. of course, i think Bram (again, without the sword) would be able to deactivate his ability and turn them all back to humans, Dazai has to work way harder to nullify everyone separately. which is what he has to do canonically anyway considering Bram can’t deactivate his own ability.

i think at most it would make it so that Bram can’t command his vampire army while Dazai is touching him. the only one who might be un-infected is maybe Akutagawa considering Bram bit him himself.

next: will the infected vampires remember the events that happened while they were infected?

probably not. considering they have no will of their own and act 100% on Bram’s orders as mindless subordinates, they probably are in a state of unconsciousness while infected. they might have like flashes of memories, but i don’t think they’re fully aware of what they’re doing. they are considered undead after all.

well, then will they die when they’re turned back into humans?

as for dying i think there’s too many important characters who are infected right now for them to all die when their un-infected. i think this includes Akutagawa, he’s a very important character that had been showing major character development in the story and i think he’s going to be fine. plus, there’s no way Asagiri-sensei would create such a complex character for Chuuya and go into detail about his backstory with multiple light novels just to toss him in the trash like that.

i suppose there’s a small possibility that Aku will die after he’s un-infected but i want to believe Asagiri-sensei has other plans for him…..

final part: Dazai’s effect on the sword

so the Holy Sword was made after an ability user died, was turned into gold and silver by a different ability, and then forged into a sword. the dead ability user’s gift was one that fused an ‘ability’ with a ‘body’, creating an ultra-ability that transcends the principles of ability usage that we’re familiar with.

Bram describes the ‘body’ and an ‘ability’ like this: an ‘ability’ is a metaphysical concept, like their soul. and the ‘body’ is the physical vessel that houses it.

therefore, this sword that has the ability to fuse an ‘ability’ with a ‘body’, is currently lodged in Bram and is fused with Fukuchi through an engraved mark on his hand. this is what allows Fukuchi to manipulate Bram’s ability while he’s holding the sword.

now, i think Dazai won’t be able to use the sword obviously, in his hands it’s nothing but a piece of metal, but i think that him nullifying it will remove the engraving on Fukuchi’s hand. i’m not sure if it’ll also make it so the sword can be pulled out of Bram, considering it’s rooted in his brain and is a powerful weaponized ability similar to Code: Shell, so maybe Dazai won’t be able to effect the sword itself really, but he’ll remove the mark on Fukuchi and potentially allow Bram to control his own ability again.

however, i’m not entirely sure if this level of Dazai-ex-machina is something that’ll happen in the story considering he’s in Europe while Bram is in Japan

anyway that’s the end of my theory and personal headcanon until i’m proven otherwise lol. thank you for reading! if you have other ideas or noticed something i missed feel free to put it in the comments!

mini theory: can Chuuya use Corruption even though he’s infected?

my opinion is yes, yes he can. if we go by the context that Corruption can be triggered either intentionally after his chant, or forcefully triggered by emotions or opening his ‘gate’, i think that the distress of Chuuya’s current situation may actually trigger Corruption on its own without Chuuya willing it to. i kind of hope we get like a flashback scene of Chuuya at 7 when he’s still being tested on and stuff (i still need to read all of SB sorry i don’t know everything) but yeah. i think Dazai utterly wrecking Chuuya’s trust in him would be a cool plot moment for the story right now lol i’m sorry

#Bram is like one of my top 3 #love the dude #he’s just a smol bat boi #i technically posted this on time for Dazai’s bday #so happy birthday you waste of bandages #bsd spoilers #bsd analysis #bungou stray dogs #bsd manga #bsd dazai #bsd bram #bram stoker #dazai osamu #screaming into the void #and the void screams back #my stuff

[lqvesoph]

Kingsday || LN4

lando norris x fem!reader

summary: when celebrating kingsday with your boyfriend lando ends with a small injury, and a call from his boss

masterlist

Your boyfriend being friends with a dutch DJ, meant one thing: party, party and party. Especially on Kingsday, a day where the dutch people celebrated the King‘s birthday, or got drunk on random boats driving down the channel of Amsterdam.

You had arrived about two hours ago. Lando immediately joined Martin at the DJ desk whereas you went to get some drinks for the two of you.

Now two hours later, Lando was still with Martin, or so you hoped because you actually haven’t seen him in over 30 minutes.

"Y/n!! Y/n come here!", a voice that you recognized as Martin called. You whisked around to find the dutchman waving frantically.

You frowned and excused yourself from your conversation before making your way through the mass of people. "What’s wrong?", you shouted. "It’s Lando, come!", Martin yelled and reached a hand out for you to take.

You gladly accepted his help to guide you through the people and to your boyfriend. And lord, you almost dropped your glass when you saw Lando.

"Baby!", a drunken smile graced his face. But that wasn’t the only thing. Before there were glasses and a ribbon in the dutch colours but now there was a white bandage wrapped around his head.

"Lando, what the hell happened??", you called, hastily placing your glass on a table and rushing to your boyfriend.

"I’m so happy you’re here", he slurred, placing his hands on your cheeks and pulling you into a messy kiss. You returned the kiss for a second before pulling back, holding him upright and steady.

"Baby, can you explain what happened?", you tried to again, pushing back his curls. "There were SO many people", he giggled and you tried your best to stay calm and let him finish talking. "And then I tripped and then there was an elbow and glass and suddenly ow…", his face dropped towards the end and his fingers reached up to his nose.

You held his hand back. "Don’t touch, let me see", you muttered and removed the very badly done bandage. You held his chin to move his head to the sides to get a good look at his bloody nose.

"Does it hurt?", you asked, carefully touching the brink of his nose. "Nope!", Lando grinned proudly, making you roll your eyes. "Of course not, you’re drunk", you mumbled.

"Martin, can you get my bag please? It’s with Lando’s jacket behind the DJ pult", you explained to Lando’s friend who nodded immediately and went to grab your bag.

When Martin came back you pulled tissue and sanitizer out of the black bag and cleaned up the blood around Lando’s nose. "Are you like a professional?", a guy asked, nodding at the things in your hand and your firm grip on Lando’s chin. "Almost", you chuckled. "I’m studying medicine."

"Yeah, she’s gonna be a doctor!", Lando called proudly. "Shh", you firmly said snd squeezed his chin. "It doesn’t look broken, maybe bruised but you‘ll be fine", you delivered the verdict. "You‘re the best, thank you. I love you", Lando mumbled, leaning forward to connect your lips again. A few "Aww"s were heard around you which made you smile just as Lando‘s phone started ringing.

The boy fumbled it out of his pocket, only to find his boss‘ name on the display. "Oh oh, that means trouble", Martin muttered. Seeing as you weren’t as drunk as the rest of the people around you, your reaction times were way faster. And so you reached forward to grab Lando‘s phone out of his hands to answer the call yourself.

"Lando Norris, what on earth are-", Zak‘s voice roared through the speakers. "Zak, hi, it’s me Y/n", you quickly interrupted the American who abruptly stopped talking.

"Y/n? I didn’t know you are with Lando", he sounded surprised.

"Martin invited us over-" "There’s a picture of Lando bleeding and with a bandage circulating around the internet, care to explain the situation?", Zak interrupted you, getting straight to the point.

"I wasn’t with him when it happened but according to him and various people around him, he tripped and cut his nose. Martin got me soon after and I already took a look at his nose and he‘s okay. A bit bruised, going to cause a bit of pain when putting a helmet on but he‘ll be fine. Nothing‘s broken or anything like that", you broke down the whole story to Lando‘s boss while pushing your fingers through Lando‘s curls.

He let out a sigh and you could imagine him sitting in his office chair, rubbing the side of his head. "Okay, can I talk to him for a second?", Zak said and you nodded, leaning down to Lando and handing him the phone.

"He wants to talk to you", you muttered, putting the phone to his ear. "Hiii", Lando called excitedly, making you squeeze your eyes shut with a chuckle. "Noo, I swear I‘m okay even better than okay!", he assured his boss. "Zak, I‘m fineee! Y/n is taking care of me."

"Hey Zak, did you know that dutch people-", you pulled the phone back from his ear before he could spill some stupid shit. "I‘ll get him back home in one piece, I promise", you said, ruffling his curls. "Thank you, Y/n", Zak replied before saying goodbye.

You took a deep breath and put Lando‘s phone in your back pocket. The Brit leaned his head against your stomach and closed his eyes with a content drunk smile.

"You okay?", you whispered with a smile and tapped the back of his head a few times. Lando nodded against your stomach and then looked up at you, pouting his lips to let you know he wanted a kiss. You smirked and leaned down to connect your lips.

"Okay let’s get back!", he called enthusiastically and got up, swaying a little when he stood. You wrapped an arm around his waist, doing your best to steady him. Lando naturally put his around your shoulders.

"Let‘s get you a glass of water and then we can go back, alright?", you compromised with him and dragged him over to the bar, telling the guy to hand you a glass of water.

You thanked him and turned your body to Lando, holding the cup close to his mouth. "Here you go."

Lando took a few sips and then leaned closer to your ear. "I love you", he whispered, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck. You giggled and pulled him into a hug. "I love you", you replied.

"Let’s go back to Martin", he then called, making you laugh. "Oh and can I please get another Vodka Lemon?", Lando turned to the barkeeper who looked at you for approval. "Okay sure", he said when you nodded.

"Drink up, come on, hop hop", you clapped his waist a few times and nodded to the cup of water. Lando nodded and down the liquid in a few seconds before grabbing the fresh cup and taking the two of you back to Martin.

"What do you think Zak would say if I get behind that DJ desk?", Lando asked you. You chuckled. "He already called you once today because he worried you broke your nose so I don’t think it can get much worse", you replied making Lando laugh. "I‘ll just say you forced me to", your boyfriend said before pressing a kiss to your lips and walking around the desk to join Martin.

"Joining in again?", the dutchman asked, putting his arm around Lando. He nodded and was quickly handed the headphones. You chuckled, pulling out your phone to take a video of Lando pressing random buttons on the DJ desk. He grinned broadly when he spotted your camera on him.

"Come here, baby!", he called you over, holding the hand that wasn’t holding his glass. You put your phone away and took your boyfriend‘s hand.

He turned you around in a swift motion, wrapping his arms around your neck and pressing your body to his. You laughed out loud at the action but let him sway you from side to side.

Taking a sip from your glass you carefully pushed your hips back into his. When you didn’t get a reaction from him you did it again, this time a bit firmer. "Once is a mistake, two‘s a choice", he muttered in your ear, making you giggle.

Lando moved one of his hand down to your stomach, pressing you against him while he swayed your hips. His lips being so close to your ear meant the small breathy moan that left his lips was only for you to hear.

You turned your head so your nose was pressing against his jawline. A small kiss against his skin made him smile.

It wad Lando‘s turn to press himself closer to your back. "Okay, baby, no funny business until later", you chuckled, placing your fingers on his hands on your stomach.

"Oh, so you can tease but I can’t?", Lando chuckled teasingly and turned you around. "You can tease all you want, as soon as we’re inside our own four walls", you whispered, leaning closer to his ear.

"Promise?", Lando smirked.

"Promise!", you laughed, pressing your lips on his in a soft kiss.

📍 Amsterdam, Netherlands

tagged: landonorris, martingarrix

yn: Kingsday well spent (+ Lando at the airport the next day🤭)

comments:

landonorris: Violation

> yn: U were the one who got injured…

> landonorris: U r the one who posted it

> yn: I was also the one who aided you

> landonorris: I- don’t have anything else to add🙃

martingarrix: Had the best time🧡

> yn: Thanks for having us!!

maxverstappen: Did my invite get lost orrr?

> yn: LETS GO OUT IN MIAMI!!

oscarpiastri: Mate, you looked DEAD

> landonorris: thanks a lot, MATE🙃

ybff: YOU LOOK GORGEOUS unlike a certain brit boy

> landonorris: hey!

fan: The way she still slayed at the club while Lando was wearing that neon ass hat😭

fan: All the Mclaren members laughing at sleeping Lando lmaoo

fan: Lando getting violated by his girlfriend and his girlfriend‘s best friend and his teammate😭

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#lando norris #f1 #mclaren #ln4 #quadrant #lando norris fluff #lando norris imagine #lando norris x reader #lando norris x you #lando norris x y/n #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 x you

[maarrgarr]

The Unknown Heir.

masterlist of the Unknown Heir.

Gojo Satoru x fem! reader.

Synopsis: The reader returns after being gone for two years and leaving her boyfriend, Satoru, without giving him a reason. But now she doesn't come back alone.

Warnings: English is not my first language, possible grammatical and spelling mistakes, some plot changes.

Every step you took with Ryusei by your side you felt your heart go faster and faster. You couldn't explain how nervous you were. You were no longer afraid for Satoru.

Now you were scared of Ryusei and how he was going to take it, after all, it wasn't anything like a three-year-old boy meeting his dad for the first time.

When they finally reached the place where Gojo was, you crouched down in front of Ryusei and smoothed his unruly hair a bit. "Ryu, do you remember what you asked me to give you for your birthday?" you asked him, you felt the nerves eating away at your stomach. Your son nodded, of course he wasn't going to forget it, "My dad" he replied. "That's right, so I have someone who wants to meet you."

You stood up, letting Gojo see, who had removed the bandages and now you could see his eyes.

Ryusei opened his mouth upon meeting that man. The one that had left him very intrigued and with a strange feeling.

When Satoru was able to look, this time more calmly, at his son, he felt his heart skip a beat and a chill ran through his body. His white hair and his eyes that simulated the sky, he was the copy of him. But, Gojo was also able to appreciate some details that he had taken from you: he had inherited your small nose, your lips, and he also seemed to have brought out your always blushing cheeks.

"Are you my dad?" Ryusei asked shyly.

Since Ryusei began to become aware of things, the first thing he asked himself was who was his dad? But he felt that it was not an easy topic to ask you, so he kept it quiet for a long time.

Until it occurred to him to take advantage of his birthday to ask about him.

And it had to be admitted that the move turned out well, because now in front of him was his father.

Gojo squatted down to close the large height difference. "Yes, I'm your dad."

Ryu avoided the great desire that came to him to throw himself into his arms Instead he stretched out his small trembling hand, because of nerves, "M-my name is Mochizuki Ryusei, what's your name?"

Gojo looked at you out of the corner of his eye when he heard his son's last name, and your response was to raise an eyebrow, did he expect you to give him his last name?.

"Gojo Satoru," he replied, "Tell me, how old are you?" He asked Ryusei, "Yesterday I fulfilled these," the boy raised three fingers on his hand, "I asked mom as a gift to meet you, is that why you are here? Why have I never met you?".

You knew Ryusei and you knew that when he started asking questions, he didn't stop. So you approached and stood at the same height, next to Gojo. "Love, don't bombard him with questions" you told him, but Satoru raised his hand as a sign for you to shut up. "let him ask" He said without looking at you, "I promise you, Ryusei, as soon as I can I will answer all your questions, but not now. Now I have to talk to your mom about a lot of things."

Ryusei lowered his head a little disappointed, he thought that now he could finally spend time with his dad and Satoru noticed it.

"Calm down, then we will spend as much time as you want, okay?" Ryusei nodded, and looked at him. Both eyes, blue as the sky, stared at each other. And as if Gojo could read his son's mind, he opened his arms to him and Ryu rushed towards him.

You, on the other hand, felt a sense of peace upon seeing that scene and your eyes filled with tears. You were happy to know that Satoru had accepted him and that Ryusei was happy with his father.

But, when Satoru looked up and looked at you, he made shivers run through you.

Something told you that he wasn't going to leave it so easy for you.

#gojo satoru #gojou satoru x reader #gojou satoru x y/n #jjk gojo #jjk x y/n #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu kaisen x reader #satoru #satorugojo #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jjk #gojo x reader #gojo saturo #gojou satoru x you #jujutsu kaisen satoru

[lovedazai]

SAFETY NET

about after you watch dazai nearly die, you can’t be close enough to him.

ft. dazai + f!reader, emotional hurt/comfort, injuries & blood, unprotected sex, oral (f!receiving), references to dazai’s scars, reader is v teary eyed...mdni !!

p.s! ⊹˚. happy dazai day ⸝⸝˃ᴗ˂⸝⸝‬ !! in honor of the birthday boy i decided to make my nsfw debut

this is it, you think. dazai is really going to die this time.

you can't look away, even when you're certain he's going to be killed, right there in front of you. it's only your survival instincts and the mental image of the horrified look you know will be on his face that stop you from running out to him.

but of course, he survives; he always does. you don't remember when you got to his side; all you know is the enemy is down, and now you're clinging to him so hard, you can feel the imprint of your nails through his jacket.

"i must've died and gone to heaven after all," he jokes, voice sugary sweet. you shakily exhale through your mouth, forcing yourself to keep breathing. you’re so dizzy in your relief, you barely hear the soft call of your name.

you can feel his gaze on the top of your head before he hugs you back, hand resting between your shoulder blades while the other cradles the back of your head. he murmurs reassurances of it's okay, my love and i'm still here as your breathing regulates, timing the rise and fall of your chest to his own.

when you peek up at him, his smile is bittersweet and blurred through your dewy lashes. he catches a tear with his thumb, fingers settling on your jaw to keep your gaze on him. your eyes fall to the bright red mark on his cheek, certain to form into a nasty bruise. it's the same cheek you brushed rice from as you ate breakfast that morning. the lips you kissed when you woke up are split open, and the bangs you threaded your fingers through are congealed with his own blood.

"i thought you were going to die." saying it out loud finally makes you break, and you hide your face in his chest before your throat can close, arms sneaking beneath his jacket to wrap around him completely as your tears soak into his shirt.

"i didn't, though," he whispers into your hair, lips lingering on the crown of your head. with the way he's holding you up, you'd think you were the injured one. "i wouldn't let just anyone take me away from you so easily."

you orbit around him for the rest of the day.

your fingers are intertwined with his as his feet lazily kick against the exam bed while he gets his after mission checkup. your legs are splayed across his lap as he flips through his paperwork halfheartedly, much more interested in drawing hearts with his finger on the skin of your thighs. your arm is intertwined with his as you walk back to the dorms, stuck to his side, even when the sidewalks are empty, and the midafternoon sun makes your skin stick to his bandages. you only let go when the both of you are safely in his room, and he closes the door behind you.

you go through your after mission routine as if you were on auto-pilot. you grab your fluffiest towel, turning on the shower and making sure the water isn't too hot as he strips off his clothes. he leaves you with a kiss to your forehead before he disappears behind the bathroom door, and you're left alone with your thoughts.

you strip out of your work clothes, eye catching the dried stain of his blood on your shirt. you toss it aside as quickly as you saw it, grabbing a button down from his side of the closet. the sleeves hang off your hands, and you hold them up to your face, pressing your nose into the soft fabric.

you try to distract yourself by listening to the sound of water and watching the dust dance around through the beam of sunlight pooling in through his window as you fidget with the last button on his shirt. when he comes out, he's freshly bandaged, wearing the shirt he bought on your away mission to okinawa and the pajama pants you got him when you insisted he needed more comfy clothes. your dazai.

he sighs as he falls back against his futon lazily. he turns his face towards you, light catching in his pretty brown eyes. you thread your fingers through his hair; it's still a little damp, and the floral scent tells you he used your shampoo. his arms widen in an invitation for you to cuddle to his chest, lips pulling into a pout, as if he needed to try to convince you.

you're careful not to touch any of his injuries as you curl into his side. you nuzzle your face in his neck as his hand settles on your hip, your own resting against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. being held by dazai is usually your reprieve, but now, your chest tightens in anxiety; your shirt feels irritatingly thick, and even close enough to feel him breathe, you can't help but think it isn't enough.

your hand drifts from his chest to sneak under his shirt, resting against the edge of his ribcage. your thumb rubs across the raised skin of a stray scar as he shivers, fingers tightening on your waist. your hands cradle his sides where they can; there are rare spots on dazai’s skin that aren’t covered in bandages, and you linger on the warmth they offer, but it still isn’t close enough to quell the uneasiness curling around your ribs.

he whines when you sit up, but it slowly fades into a look of intrigue as you pull your shirt off. his hands fall to your lower back, grazing the elastic of your panties as you settle against his chest again, arching back into his hold. you rub your thumb across the cut on his lip, already scabbed over. gentle enough not to reopen the wound, you press your mouth to his, fingers skimming across the soft edge of his gauze as you cup his cheek. your other hand falls to the waistband of his pants, trying to undo the messily tied drawstring without detaching too far from him when he pulls away.

"do you really want to do this now?" you've never seen him so hesitant to take his pants off around you.

"yes," you pull against the fabric stubbornly. "i need to be closer. 'ts not enough."

you can feel his exhale through his nose as he presses his lips to your forehead, rubbing his hand up the curve of your spine.

"i put you through a lot today, didn't i?" you nod, eyes closing as his lips brush against your forehead again. he pulls your hand from his waistband, kissing along your knuckles as he sits up onto his forearms. "let me make it up to you, my darling."

even when you get off of him, he doesn't let you get too far. you slip off your pants and underwear as he undresses, left only in his second skin made of cotton before he lays you back down. his smile lacks his usual mischief, but there's still the glimmer in his eye that only shines when he's hovering above you like this.

his fingertips brush against your ear as he holds your face, working your lips open enough for this tongue to press inside. his nose nudges yours, and he pulls away just far enough for him to tilt your jaw. he kisses past the racing pulse point on your neck, nipping at the sensitive spot above your collarbones, until he finally reaches your heaving chest.

his hands graciously squeeze your breasts, thumbs circling around your nipples before he gently pinches them between his fingers and tugs. his hold lingers as his lips trail further down, until he reaches your stomach. you meet his eyes as his nose brushes your bellybutton, looking up at you as he blows a raspberry against your skin, beaming at the sound of your giggle.

"there's that pretty smile," he kisses the same spot before he scoots down, kneeled between you.

you widen your legs for him, reaching your hand down to run your nails against his scalp. he cups your thighs to open you further, lightly nipping at the soft, sensitive part of your skin. you shiver when his warm breath reaches your bare cunt, his tongue poking out to kitten lick against your clit. you can feel his smile against your skin when you whine, pulling him closer by his hair as he draws slow circles with his tongue. you start to squirm the faster he gets, and he presses a hand to your stomach to keep you still, the other teasing your entrance. he slips a finger inside you as his lips curl around your folds, easing another one in and curling it just right for your muscles go taut. your hand fists his hair, and he lets out a pretty whine when you tug a little too hard, a whimper of your own leaving your throat when it vibrates against you.

“wait,” it comes out as more of a sigh than a spoken word. he presses a kiss to your clit before he pulls back, your wetness smeared across his lips. goosebumps rise across your stomach as the warmth of his hand leaves you to stroke his swollen cock, and you watch little beads of pre leak out of his tip. “osamu,” your eyes water; you feel so cold without him touching you. “need you inside. now, please.”

he smiles, leaning down to brush your bangs out of your eyes before you grab his hand away, pressing a kiss to his palm. “i can never deny my pretty girl, especially when she's asking so nicely.”

you huff when his lips just barely brush against yours, leaning up to follow and meet in the middle as he caresses the outer skin of your thighs, pressing you down into his futon. his breath stalls as he pushes inside you, stretching you out in your favorite way; it's exactly what you needed, and you feel yourself sag backwards in relief. your lips are parted in a satisfied sigh, eyes heavy and lidded when you look up at him.

“beautiful,” he grabs your hand to kiss the side of your wrist, threading his fingers with your own and pressing them against the fabric of his quilt. he leans down until he’s so close, your chests graze one another, and you whine as his bandages rub against your sensitive nipples. “my beautiful girl, i can't believe you're all mine.”

you barely get out a yes, body melting when he starts to thrust. you squeeze his hand, the other gripping his bandaged arm as you try to match his pace.

even in his softness, he makes sure your body falls pliant beneath his own. he lifts your waist to go the slightest bit deeper, and it’s enough to graze that spot inside you that makes your toes curl and heart stop. he grins when you tense, crying out as your eyelids flutter. he hits it with the kind of precision only he can manage, groaning as you tighten around him.

“keep going,” you slot your lips against his sloppily, matching his thrusts as best you can with his body pressed down on you. “fuck, please, please keep going.”

you feel like you’re completely surrounded by him, and you try not to cry now of all times. you cross your ankles over his torso, tugging on his hair until he's as close as possible. you bury your sniffles in his neck, watery moans falling from your lips; he only thrusts harder when your nails dig into his bandages from where your arms wrap around his shoulders. you’re so close, and you cling to him, body tightening around him in every way possible. if you cling hard enough, maybe he’ll never leave again, always safe in your arms.

“i have you,” his breathes against your skin. “you can let go, it’s okay.”

you jolt when he touches your clit with his fingertips, circling it once, twice, and then you’re done for.

"i know, bella," he shushes you, kissing away your tears as you cum. you can barely process his gentle words, legs spasming against him as you release. the sound of skin and the squelch of your cunt is muffled as you start to come down, hips stalling from where they were thrusting upward into his own as your body goes limp from pleasure.

dazai's movements are growing messy, moans pitchy and strained, and you know he’s close too. you tighten your sore legs around his waist as his movements start to stutter. he pulls himself up on his knees to get as deep inside as possible, your heels digging into his back only encouraging him. he nuzzles his face into your neck as he cums, his sweet noises tickling the skin of your throat. you’re warm from the inside out, body sweaty and full as you hold him close as you can.

after a few moments of silence, your ankles slide off his body, nails gently playing with the baby hairs along his nape. your muscles finally release their tension as he pulls out, looking down at the little dribble of cum that leaks from you. he lifts his gaze to your face; your eyes are half lidded and unfocused, cheeks flushed a pretty pink.

“hey,” your eyes lazily shift to his. his hair is even messier than usual, his cheeks rosy and lips swollen. he looks so pretty, even with the gauze on his face, and your lips quiver thinking that you could’ve never seen him like this again. he taps his thumb against your jaw to get you to focus. “i’m right here.”

he exhales through his nose softly, laying his head down on your chest, offering you his hand to fidget with, the other finding it's place back on your hip.

“you know i always fear you’ll be taken from me,” his grip tightens on you protectively. “but knowing you feel the same hurts nearly just as much. you shouldn’t have to live with that burden, my love,” you focus on his fingers, bending and unbending them between your own; you’re certain if you do anything else, you really won't be able to stop crying. “to have someone like you care for someone like me so deeply…i don’t deserve it.”

you put your finger under his chin, tilting it up so he meets your eyes.

“i could never live without you, osamu.” you press a kiss to his lips when they open to speak. “you don’t have to believe me. i’m not going anywhere as long as you’re not either,” you brush his bangs back enough to press a kiss to his forehead, wishing that it could be so easy to soothe his mind. “it’s time for you to trust me now, okay?”

“...okay,” he whispers. he presses a kiss to your neck, right against your calming pulse. “i didn’t mean to scare you today.”

you feel the pressure behind your eyes building again, and he lifts his head when he hears your breath catch in your throat.

“no more of that, okay?” you nod, using the rough skin of his scabbed lips to ground you as he kisses every inch of your face before settling on your mouth. he nibbles the edge of your lip, soothing the spot with his tongue.

“is it too early to go to sleep?”

“it’s never too early for that,” he grins, poking the tip of your nose with his finger. “today was exhausting, wasn’t it?”

"mhm," your eyes are already heavy when he lays his head back down on your chest. the weight comforts you, as your heartbeat slows, adjusting to beat in time with his own.

you’re only barely awake when you feel him press a lingering kiss to the center of your chest.

“i’m sorry,” he whispers. “you know i couldn't live without you either."

BSD MASTERLIST

#dazai x reader #dazai osamu x reader #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #dazai smut #bsd smut #dazai x y/n #dazai x you #dazai imagines #bsd imagines #ʚ shhh ɞ #💌 . . . with love mai ⊹ ࣪ ˖

[1970sgothfreak]

The forgotten Twin’s birthday

L“Sorry, can’t make dance tonight busy with the boys”

You looked away from your phone and around your room annoyed at the fact that your father blew off your father-daughter date to train with the boys (mainly Damian) you shrugged and placed the phone back onto your bed.

This wasn’t the first time he had done this, hell even the boys blew you off but at least Bruce had the common decency to at least text you and not have you embarrass yourself.

So you decided to just go into the library and try to read to calm your thoughts which is what you did, on your way there you bumped into Alfred who was making his way down the hallway, probably to deleive bandages to Bruce or check on Tim to see how much caffeine he had had.

“Oh, Madam Wayne my apologies I did not see you” the butler apologies with a slight bow, you felt your lip twich up into a slight smile at the butler. Alfred was the only one in the family who actually cared about you no matter how silly or embarrassing the situation was.

“No no it’s fine Alfred i wasn’t watching where I was going, do you need help with anything at the moment”

“No Madam Wayne, I do want to wish you a happy birthday tho, I can’t believe you are now Sixteen” he said with a small smile which made you pause…Alfred..actually remembered?. You looked up at him with a small smile and thanked him before heading towards the library to do some light reading.

~later that night~

You were in your room scrolling through Instagram only to see a bunch of sappy happy family’s and other people celebrating their own birthdays or the girls at your school having fun at the dance with their own dads.

Shrugging and closing the app you threw your phone to the foot of your bed before getting up and stretching deciding to head downstairs to see if your so called family was back home from patrolling the shit city you lived in.

As you walked down the stairs you could hear voices…singing?, you quickly yet quietly continued down the stairs and peeked around the corner only to see the others along with Jon singing happy birthday to Damian, he was looking down to hide the small blush of embarrassment that appeared on his cheeks.

You just stood there…watching them sing to him before you felt something wet your cheeks, you lifted your hands to your face to feel what the wetness was only to realise it was tears…you were crying but you didn’t feel sad. You turned around and went back upstairs not seeing the confused yet concerned look that Jon sent your way.

“Kent? What is wrong with you why do you look concerned?” Damian questioned looking at Jon with a slight eyebrow raise

Jon looked at Damian, then to the others and that’s when he realised…did…did no one else remember it was also your birthday?, is that why why you had teary eyes. He looked at the entire family confused.

“Did you know..?”

“Know what Jon?” Dick said raising his eyebrow with confusion, the fact that he didn’t know pissed Jon off a little.

“The fact that it’s also y/n’s birthday?” He said in a tone that sounded as it should have been obvious what the thing they forgotten was.

When he saw non of them react to his words he stood up and sighed, he then turned to Bruce.

“Mr Wayne I have a lot of respect for you but…what you did was shitty, she’s your daughter and you Damian” he said turning to the now shocked Damian as Jon was never known for cursing

“She is your twin! I would have expected to you to have at least had the common decency to say happy birthday to her…but she’s not your sister to you is she..” he trailed off and started walking to the staircase.

He paused, turned his head to the Men in the room with a slight glare in his eyes and said

“She was never your sister, nor was she ever your daughter..at least not in your eyes because clearly in your eyes she was nothing” before turning back to the stairs and heading up them.

~With you~

You were sitting on your bed, a book in one hand and a cup of tea in the other only taking small sips of the the beverage that Alfred had left you with a small birthday note and a plate of his delicious home made cookies. You looked up hearing a knock on your door, you placed your tea down and put your bookmark in before going up to your bedroom door and unlocking it.

You opened it to see…Jon?, he was standing there with that same adorable awkward smile that you had grown to love, aside from Alfred Jon was also there for you when needed him to be even if it meant waking him up at the crack of dawn to get burgers with you.

“Hey Jon..what’s up?”

“Happy birthday Y/N!” He yelled and pulled you into a hug smiling, you felt yourself tense up at first not knowing how to react…he..he remembered..?, you slowly raise your arms and hug him back burying your face into his neck and softly began to sob letting out all the pain and frustration you had been feeling that day.

He tightened his grip onto you slowing rubbing your back with one hand while the other held onto your waist, he knew that sometimes they family would ignore you but to this extent..? He sighed and continued to rub your back letting you sob until he felt you go limp, he looked down and saw you had passed out.

He stared down at your face admiring your features, you had a slight redness to your eyes but he still thought you looked beautiful, he kept staring until his gaze fell to your soft lips slightly parted because of your staggered breathing.

“No…no stop it Jon she’s your best friend”

he scolded himself in his mind but…he couldn’t stop looking at your face and gently placed a soft kiss upon your forehead before bringing you to bed and laying down with you, he tensed up feeling someone grab onto his arm only to look down and see you cuddled up to his arm with a small soft smile in your sleep.

~back downstairs~

No one’s pov: (IK this is probably annoying but I can’t do personal pov’s yet lol)

The boys sat at the table saying nothing and just continued to stare at the staircase when Jon had previously stood and scolded them, had they really forgotten that it was also your birthday? No they couldn’t have…could they?

“I see you boys finally understood why Miss Wayne has been upset recently” Alfred’s voice spoke from the entrance way to the kitchen, no one looked at him simply confirming his statement.

“She…we…I-I..it’s not” Dick stuttered trying to come up with an excuse but stopped when he realised that they had indeed forgotten your birthday and they felt horrible. Damian stared at the cake feeling angry but not at you for once…he felt it at himself, he remembered the promise he had made to you…the promise to make sure he protected you and was an actual brother to you but instead he did nothing, he simply trained with Bruce and the boys never inviting you.

“Wait…her birthdays today and she’s Damian’s twin meaning she’s sixteen…didn’t she invite us to her to her play yesterday…?” Jason spoke up making them all realise…when was the last time any of them actually acknowledge you and that’s when they realise..

They never went to the play

Dick didn’t show you some of his old tricks like you had begged him to

Tim hadn’t come and watched Game of Thrones with you after training like he promised

Jason didn’t go to your lunch date that you set up

Damian…he couldn’t remember the last he was with you in this house doing something together like normal twins

And…

And Bruce realises..he had cancelled his plans of going to the father daughter dance at your school with you. None of them actually spent time with you since you arrived only focusing on each other.

They were horrible brothers and they were finally realising it which also made them realise that you might never forgive them and they couldn’t have it so they made a silent promised to make sure that tomorrow was going to be the best make up birthday ever.

#batfam angst #batsis reader #30/90 #jon kent x reader #platonic #bruce wayne x daughter!reader #batfam x batsis #The forgotten Twin’s birthday

[brittleangel]

❝ I BLUR INTO YOU ❞

!! SONG RECOMMENDATION : new years kiss - postcard nowhere

content: megumi fushiguro x reader / small little silly headcanons i came up with while thinking about him

genre: fluff fluff fluff

warnings: none, just megumi being the sweetest boy ever!!

notes: he’s literally so pretty god i wanna cry ｡°(°.◜ᯅ◝°)°｡ first post though, forgive me if this is slightly bad <3

- i feel like he would read together with you. we all know he loves his non-fiction books, and i’m sure he wouldn’t mind showing a few to his lover. he adores it when he sits on the bed, his back against the headboard while you sit between his legs, all cozy and covered by the warmth of his blankets as he holds the book for you two to read. (though, dont be surprised if you get a smack on the head for being a slow reader)

- he likes observing you. actually, he loves it. every move you make is so graceful to him. your facial features are so beautiful to him, and trust me when i say every single one. he can’t help but gawk. when you’re busy doing something infront of him, he’ll stare at you, no words coming from him. but after a while, a silent ‘you’re pretty’ will slip out of his lips.

- when he gets you flowers, he always fusses over which ones to get. he starts looking up all the different symbolisms, and god forbid even one petal looks off. he can’t allow it, the bouquet needs to look its absolute best. (don’t let the faint blush on his cheeks go unnoticed when he hands you the flowers. its so endearing.)

- secretly adores it whenever you patch him up. there’s something so sweet about watching you take care of him, and even though he insists on doing everything himself, he’ll rather have you do it. however, he will never admit that. but the way you whisper a meek ‘sorry’ to him whenever he hisses as you clean his wound, and the way you make sure to be extra careful when wrapping his arm up with a bandage, it always gets him weak in the knees.

- his lack of words might seem like he’s not listening to you at times, though i can promise you, it’s quite the opposite. megumi is a quiet, yet attentive person. whenever you speak and talk to him about anything, he’ll make sure to remember small details you think he might forget about. hell, not even you remember most of the stuff you told him about.

- considering the previous headcanon, i also believe his gifts for you tend to be thoughtful. on your birthday, he’ll get you things that you randomly mentioned to him at some point. remember when you told him about that one keychain you saw in shop which you thought was simply the cutest thing ever? maybe not, but he did. and guess what? its on your desk, wrapped up with a little bow and a note next to it.

- he’s gentle when he needs to be. if you’re having a bad day, he makes sure his touch is as tender as it possibly can be. a hand on your cheek, his thumb stroking your skin as he looks into your eyes. he makes sure that his voice is extra soft, sweet little nothings being whispered to you. and he’s whispering because these words are only yours to hear, in the same way he’s also only yours to have.

- its subtle, but he hugs you tighter after missing you. his grip on you tightens just a little, and he squeezes you as if hes afraid you’ll slip out of his grasp forever once he lets you go.

- loves it when you show him all the stuff you bought while you were out shopping. its cute, really. him sitting there as you unpack your bag, proudly presenting him the new stuff you got yourself. for each item, you’ll get a small ‘pretty’ or ‘nice’ along with a nod from him, before you reach into your bag while grabbing the next. he adores the slight shimmer of excitement in your eyes as you show him the things. seeing you happy makes him feel at peace.

- not a fan of PDA, but will not let go of you in crowded places. his hand will either be on your shoulder, or his fingers will be laced with yours. he needs that extra sense of security that you’re still next to him.

- loves sleeping with you, you can consider yourself as his favourite plushie at this point. falling asleep is way easier for him when he has your warmth and scent next to him. you’re his source of contentment.

- the type to be embarrassed when you look at his childhood pictures. he’s cursing gojo under his breath for showing these to you, because now you can’t quit squealing over that one picture of little megumi standing next to his divine dog, telling him over and over how cute he was as a child. with a faint blush coating his cheeks, he’ll mutter ‘stop it’, but he knows very well his attempt to get you to stop will be futile.

- his kisses to you mostly go to your forehead. it fills you with both warmth and comfort, and he’s very much aware of that. the first time he did it, he was nervous, despite it not being visible on his facial expression. you could feel his hands faintly tremble as they held onto your shoulders. though now, it became frequent. he kisses your forehead to greet you, to say goodbye to you, to appreciate you, to calm you down, sometimes he does it for no reason at all.

- to be honest, megumi generally never expected to fall in love. he didn’t see himself as the type of person to ever rely on somebody, he knew his strength and he knew it well. but physical strength is far different from emotional strength, and to this day, it still slightly confuses him. he can’t fathom how one person is able to make him feel so fulfilled, but hey; he’s happy, you’re happy, that’s all that truly matters to him.

#megumi fushiguro x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #megumi x reader #megumi x you #megumi fushiguro x you #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk headcanons #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jjk hcs #jujutsu kaisen hcs #jujutsu kaisen x you #jjk x you

[fyodorloveclub]

june 19th

✦ pairing: dazai x gn!reader

✦ notes: my 4th installment of blurbs for my boy's birthdays (bbb). i love him so much it hurts. let's all pretend this isn't 2 days late <3

✦ warnings: surprisingly sfw, talks of death/suicide (it's dazai), minor angst but painfully sweet at the end

✦ wc: 1k

Birthdays were hard for Dazai. The congratulations, the gifts, the cake, the smiles, only reminded him of one thing – he survived another year. A concept that was still difficult for him to grasp. It was admittedly getting easier, slowly finding things worth living for, but still hard. When he spent so much of his life, so many of his formative years, hoping for nothing but death, it’s hard for that not to be in the back of his mind.

When birthdays felt like a failure. When the number ticking up made Dazai feel like a coward. A further reminder that he hadn’t built up the guts, that he was still naïve enough to think there was something worth living for, and he just hadn’t found it yet. A spineless fool who could never practice what he preached.

The only thing that made him crack a smile when he was strongarmed into blowing out the candles of the cake that Elise demanded, was how antithetical it was to wish for death at a celebration of his birth. A paradox of his own creation.

Dazai could never really understand why anyone wanted to celebrate his birth. He couldn’t think of a single person who, for a reason outside of personal gain, would be sad if he died. Sure, Mori and much of the Port Mafia would mourn the loss of one of their most cunning executives, Odasaku would miss having a drinking buddy, and Chuuya would miss having someone to antagonize, but no one would miss him. No one would miss Osamu Dazai as an individual and a soul, for all that he is and is not.

So why was it worth celebrating his life – the opposite of his death?

You were the first person Dazai ever met who actually cherished him for who he was, and not what he could provide. His life meant something, meant everything to you, and was more than worthy of celebration.

The first to look him in the eyes and tell him you would be sad if he died.

“You are so much more than a Port Mafia executive, or a Detective Agency detective – you’re so much more than No Longer Human, and even more than my partner,” you whispered to him one night. “You, are Osamu Dazai. A soul unlike any other, and a soul just as worthy of existing and being loved.”

Of course, he never really quite believed you – and you didn’t much expect him to, either. Not with how this life had treated him. He spent his whole life being told his worth extended only as far as what he could do, never who he could be.

Even when you spent hours gently unwrapping every single bandage that adorned his fragile skin, and kissed every single scar that marred his body, Dazai still didn’t quite comprehend. Not even when you helped him wrap fresh ones, each sealed with a kiss, assuring him that he didn’t have to hide but you would always support his comfort. But that was okay. You didn’t love just to receive love. You loved because he was worth it.

So when his birthday came around, the first of which the two of you would be spending together, you were very intentional with plans. You wanted to make him feel loved and cherished and worthy, but not push him past his limit – or make it feel artificial. It couldn’t feel like it was just going through the motions and playing out the stereotypes of a birthday. It needed to be suited to Dazai, so that he could see that it was on purpose.  

Just a typical weekday, you turned off his alarm and woke him with a gentle kiss, whispering a sweet “happy birthday, my love” against his lips. Not even Dazai could fight the way his lips curled into a smile. You washed his hair in the shower and rewrapped his bandages for him, and he even let you apply a few swipes of mascara on his fluttery eyelashes, telling him it was so he could look extra pretty for his special day.

Sending him off to work with a perfectly crafted latte and a flurry of I love you’s, you sat down on the balcony with a paper and pen to write his birthday letter – his only gift, aside from the exorbitantly priced bottle of sake you bought to pair with dinner.

Dear Osamu, it began.

I am a lovesick fool. Your heart has corrupted me in the most irreversible way possible, and your soul has eternally entangled itself with mine. You blind me with your kindness, your passion, and your devotion. I have more love for you than there are stars in the sky, and you are worthy of every atom.

It is only when the ink of your pen starts to run dry that, three pages later, you decide to conclude the letter.

Happy birthday, my one true love. You matter. The letters were lacking in opacity but enriched with love.

And when Dazai finally arrived home, telling stories that likely were not supposed to grace the ears of non-Agency employees, you surprised him with a simple, yet very deliberate dinner. Crab and sake – just what he liked. The laughs got louder as glasses were poured, and tears collected at the corners of his eyes as he read through your letter. You matter, he mouthed silently as he read the line.

And for the first time in his entire life, an inkling of a sliver of a thought entered his mind, that maybe, just maybe, you were right.

#dazai x reader #osamu dazai x reader #dazai x gn!reader #dazai fanfic #dazai fluff #dazai x you #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #bsd x gender neutral reader #osamu dazai

[elenauaurs]

TWISTED WONDERLAND OC

Name: Amin Adel Al-Farooq

Grade/Class: Freshmen/Class B (No. 11)

Birthday: October 24rd

Age: 16

Height: 165 cm

Dominant hand: Right

Homeland: Scalding Sands

Club: Magic Shift/Spell Drive

Best Subject: Astrology

Hobbies: Taking care of virtual pets

Pet Peeves: Invasion of personal/Having to repeat himself

Favorite food: Kibbeh

Least favorite food: Crustaceans

Likes: Cats, Stars, Good people

Dislike: Delinquents, ghosts, teasing

Talent: Combat

. . .

Amin is a student from Scarabia who is always accompanying Kalim and Jamil. His distant attitude makes him strange in the eyes of many.

The mysterious and distant boy actually hides a secret: He she's a woman and Amin isn't even her real name. (She isn't trans. In the universe of my ocs NRC remains a school just for boys, but the reason for adopting a male identity comes from her backstory)

Amin is a person who always has a closed or tired face. Most of the time, Amin is stuck in his thoughts instead of interacting with others.

When Amin tries to start a conversation with someone he doesn't know, 99% of the time the conversation can turn into something really awkward or quite edgy(depends on the mood lol)

Although he isn't very good at talking and is a little shy/embarrassed, Amin is not afraid to show his thoughts and fight for them. This attitude of his makes him get into several fights, which has earned him a reputation as a troublemaker.

Despite acting this way and having a short temper, Amin hates delinquents who break the rules. Whenever he can, Amin punishes anyone he considers a deliquent to 'save' them

With people close to him, Amin reveals himself to be a courageous, agitated, stubborn, playful, teasing and loyal person. But of course, that's not how he feels at all.

In fact, Amin is a pessimist and a person who has struggled with grief for a long time. He sees himself as an impostor who doesn't deserve happiness and has no reason to live other than to continue someone else's legacy. Amin constantly blames himself for the past and has a huge inferiority complex, but he refuses to demonstrate his weakness and the truth to others.

FACTS

Amin is twisted from the guards from Aladdin

He has incredible swordsmanship

Despite his small appearance, Amin is strong and agile

He knows parkour

Amin has combat magic that is far advanced compared to other freshmen, however his general magic (like levitating things, cleaning magic, coloring magic, etc.) IS REALLY BAD

By having such poor magic and almost failing many classes, Amin makes up for his lack of skill in written or physical activities (or combat)

Amin is banned from Mostro lounge

The headband he wears is a gift from Kalim

APPEARANCE

Amin has short, dark hair with bangs. His skin is dark and his eyes are dark brown

He always wears clothes much larger than his size and always wears a headband

Most of the time, he wears bandages around his hands that go up to his elbow.

. . .

Note: Since Aladdin is a racist film, I tried to do some research to avoid something that would be hurtful to people from the Middle East. If you know the Middle East well and noticed that there is something wrong with this post, please let me know and I will review it immediately, thank you!

Tag: @cyanide-latte @theleechyskrunkly @thehollowwriter @distant-velleity @tixdixl @rainesol @oya-oya-okay @boopshoops @br3adtoasty

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[small-sinclair]

My Pearl

An idea that @charliedawn made from their post. It’s like a soulmate au idea on my end.

Lester Sinclair x male!reader

Also, a birthday gift for the lovely @crumb. Happy birthday 🎉🎉🎉

Tw: blood, Hanahaki Disease, not proofread

He couldn’t stop thinking of you, and it drove him crazy. Every time he was on the road, he hoped to see your car, to see your face, to hear your voice. If he saw you one more time, he could be cured and he can move on with his life.

But that was a hopeless dream, both he and his brothers knew it. He would never see you again, and that thought killed him.

Then he got sick a couple days later.

At first, his throat started to itch. He would cough from time to time and took medicine to help it, but as the days went by, he noticed something terrible. He was helping his brothers put up a new welcome signs when he started coughing again. He bent over and coughed harder and harder until a bloody blue lily was thrown from his lips. Vincent’s eye went wide as he hurried to his brother’s side as he heaved in heavy breaths. Bo stood over his brothers and saw the flower bud. He clinched his jaw tightly as he breathed in and out slower. All three looked in disbelief at the flower in front of him.

So it was straight to the medical books. Vincent rereading books and pages while Bo did research online to figure out what’s going on. Lester, on the other hand, decided to do look up they blue lily to figure out what it was… that was until he started coughing again and more bloodily petals spat out in the sink. Each time he coughed, the more violent and bloody it got.

After that, their mother’s journals/guide books she wrote for the three boys. The only good thing she ever did. They read through all the journals until they found something.

Vincent held up his book and gathered his brothers together. Bo read the pages and eyes lit up as he read aloud, “Get this: ‘Lester has t’mark of pearls on his back. When he gets older, he’ll meet someone wearin’ pearls and they’ll be lovers’.”

“He was in pearls,” Lester informed. “Pretty ones, too.”

But Bo didn’t believe it. Soulmate marks were almost wrong in his family; how could he found his soulmate already?

Two days later, Lester fell for the worse. He drove home like a mad man pulled his brother from the shop to Vincent’s workshop.

“The hell, Les?” Bo asked annoyed. “What the fuck—?”

Lester took off his jacket and the air stood still and cold. Sticking out of his right arm, blue lily buds poked out of his skin as if his arm was a vine. He looked at his brothers as fear grew. “They came this morning,” he said nervously. “It hurts t’loft my arm.”

Bo took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Did ya try cuttin’ ‘em off?” His answer was met with a bloodied, poorly wrapped bandage.

“Bo… ‘m scared.”

The twins looked at each other then back at Lester. There was pain in Lester’s eyes as he held back a cough. Vincent looked at his arm then his blood ran cold. He watched as a blue lily bloomed over his elbow.

“Oh, shit,” Bo breathed as the flower opened up. “Les, what’s happenin’ to ya?”

“I-I don’t know,” he answered scared. “It-it— ‘m hurtin’ and it burns!”

“It started after ya kissed ‘at boy, righ?” Bo asked, his mind spinning. “Like, the coughing and stuff.”

Lester nodded, slowly starting to put on his jacket. “Reckon so.” Just the thought of you and your pretty eyes eased the burning and pain. The bear idea of you in his arms…

“Okay,” Bo rubbed his hands over his jeans. “We gotta find ‘im.”

“How?” Lester asked in disbelief. “He’s gone by now! Ain’t never comin’ back—arh! Shit!” Les t threw his head back as his brothers watched in horror as a flower bud bloomed on his left shoulder. Lester staggered back, held his arm, and rested again the hot wall.

Bo shook his head as he reached with his little brother. “We’ll find him.”

Vincent nodded as he stood next to Lester. ‘I wrote down his plate while he was hanging out with you upstairs. Maybe we can find him that way.’ He lowered his hands and dug into his apron. He pulled out his journal and flipped the pages until stopping on one plate number circled in blue ink. ‘This is him. I remember it.’ Vincent handed the notebook to Lester.

Lester looked over the number and nodded. Reading it sent butterflies in his stomach. Your smile and you beautiful eyes and pearls on you. He love the idea.

All there is to do now is find you.

*************

You stood in your empty apartment and looked around. Boxes were piled in your car and you already sold half your things. You wanted to leave this place because you knew where to go. It’s crazy how you kissed Lester and wanted him to come with you, but it was even crazier when you thought about how you were going back to find him.

To you, you felt like you had to find him once more and kiss him. You had to find him. He felt so… so familiar to you. What were you going to do afterwards? You didn’t know. You just knew he needed you like you needed him.

It felt like you planted roots over his lips. Like flowers bloomed around your soul and over your torn pearls until there wasn’t nothing left of you. You have to find him… you have to.

As you came out of your apartment went down the steps to your car, you froze. That man that tried to kill you was parked next to your car. He wore a worn blue shirt with a faded graphic on it and dark blue jeans. His blue eyes landed on you and he stiffened a little. His hand held the ring on his finger as his boots clicked towards you. He didn’t look mad or angry; he seemed nervous.

“Mister,” he said as he stood a couple feet away from you. He fixed his hat and stood straighter. “I… I don’t believe I properly introduced myself.” He swallowed hard and held out his hand. “Name’s Bo, Bo Sinclair.”

You looked at his hand then at him, taking it. “Y/n.” You stepped back and hugged your arms. “Come to finish the job?”

“What?” Bo shook his head as a sad smile grew. “No, no, sir. I came in hopes t’get ya.”

“Yeah?”

He takes a deep breath. “My brother, Lester,” he hates begging, he hates it, “he needs yer help.”

“My help?”

“Yes, sir.” Bo looks at your car then at you. “Movin’?”

“Hoping to find Lester, actually,” you felt something burning your throat before you started coughing. Ever since you left him, you started coughing more and more. You turned away from Bo and coughed in your arm.

Stumbling back, Bo caught you and rested you against his chest until—

“What the shit?” You breathed. Shakingly, you held out your hand and looked at the bloodied daisy. You looked up at Bo in terror as his eyes widen.

Without a moment to lose, he led you to his truck. “Look, ‘ll gettcha to ‘im.”

“Now?”

“Yes,” he helped you into his truck and slid over the hood of his truck. “He has the same thin’ as ya, but he has blue lilies blooming out his arm now.” He started the truck and sped back to Ambrose. It’s a twenty minute drive, so that’ll give him plenty of time to tell you what’s going on.

“It sounds like Hanahaki Disease,” you hummed as you started coughing again.

“Hanahaki Disease?” He looked at you then at the road. “The fuck’s that?”

“A disease where flowers bloom over a person on an one sided love.”

“Well? Do ya love my brother?”

“I feel like we’re soulmates that were force to part after kissing, yes,” you answered as you leaned back in the seat. “My grandmother had that happened when she and grandpa were force apart after he kissed her before going to war.”

“What?” Bo looked at the bloodied daisies in your hands and lap. “It a family thin’?”

“Yeah,” you answered. “That’s way it’s important to stay with your soulmate. Didn’t your mom tell you?”

“She’s dead,” Bo answered as he turned down the gravel road leading towards Ambrose. “Never told us shit besides we ain’t worth lovin’.”

His voice was cut off by your throwing up on the flower of his truck. Petals and daisy buds fell from your lips as blood poured from the corner of your lips. Bo gunned it and flew towards town. “How we make this shit stop!?”

“I gotta kiss him,” breathing heavily, you looked at Bo, “and he has to tell me he loves me.” Your eyes glazed as you looked at the road. You thought of Lester and the pearls you left behind. You thought of his lips and loving kiss. The click and hold he had on you… it ate you alive.

Bo pressed out the gas and came into Ambrose as if he was flying a firecracker. What you saw as you rounded the corner broke your heart, and you felt a bouquet of daisies blooming around your legs.

In the middle of the road at the end of the street, Lester laid in his brother’s arms. He was struggling to breathe as blue lilies covered his arms and over his left eye. He was worse than you thought and he was fading fast. When he saw you in the passenger seat, his smile grew. Your here… you came back.

Bo slammed on the breaks and skidded until the car stopped. You hoped out of the car and race towards Lester. Inside, you felt a vine creep up your throat and you gasped, falling to the ground. You tumbled and skidded and struggle to stand. Flowers wrapped around your feet and knees; you couldn’t stand by yourself.

You felt Bo lift up and carry you towards Lester, large hands wrapping you up in a strong grip. “I have ya, firefly,” he promises.

His hand reached out for you as his breathing became shallow. Flowers bloomed over your body like wild fires in the summer. You thought of him, thought of his kiss and voice. You needed him like he needed you.

He focused on your neck and watched as a daisy blood out of your neck. "Hang in there, doll," Bo whispered. "Keep your eyes open. Keep breathing."

Bo lowered you carefully next to Lester and as close as he could get to him. “Yer-you’re here,” Lester crooked with a smile. His hand found yours. “Ya came-came back.”

You tried to sit up, but Bo helped you. “Les, ya gotta kiss ‘im,” he whispered. “It’ll stop all of ‘is.”

You tired to nod but you felt flowers blooming. “Please, Lester?” To say his name again felt like heaven opening for you. “Kiss me, please?”

You didn’t have to tell him twice. Gripping his hand, he kisses you lips. You tasked blood on his lips. As you pulled away, Lester brought you back for another passionate kiss. He felt as if his heart was whole again and the world made sense. He chocks on lilies as he held your face, taking in your beauty as if he’s seeing you for the first time.

“I love you, Lester,” you whispered, breaking the curse on him. You watched as the blue lilies died as soon as you said those words. The flowers fell to the road, leaving behind flower outlines on his skin. You smile as you saw him light up. “You look as cute as the day I left ya.”

Lester smiled as he kisses you knuckles, kissing the daises and blood. “I love ya more, pearl,” his eyes met yours as he watched the flowers fall off your skin. “I love you.”

Daisies dropped on the road as he kisses you again. He rested his head against your forehead and closed his eyes. “What’s yer name, daisy?”

“Y/n,” you answered. “I’m y/n.”

With Vincent’s help, Lester dug into his pockets and showed you the broken pearls. “Held on to ‘em fer ya.”

You smiled as you leaned again Bo. You were tired from it all, but you knew one thing for certain.

“Can I move in with you?”

Lester chuckled and kissed your hands again. “Never leave me again.”

You met his eyes as you felt that click again, knowing you found your soulmate. “I promise, my pearl. I promise.”

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[munsonownsmyass]

Never let you go

Matt Murdock x reader

Notes: This is for @mindidjarin . It's her birthday and she often says she wants our boy Matty to suffer, so... Happy birthday, Mindi my dear, here's some whump.

Warnings: Mentions of blood, massive injuries, crying. Whumpy shit. I made myself cry.

Feeling lightheaded, Matt stumbles down the corridor, searching for you. His bleeding had slowed down, but his suit was already drenched with blood. Not all of it his, but most of it was. He should probably do something about it, bandage it up, but there was no time. He had to find you.

The metallic smell of blood hangs heavily in the air, overpowering his senses. His own. The guys who now lay unconscious or dead on the floor. You.

He hears you, finds your ragged breath and weak heartbeat. Falling to his knees beside you, his hands roam your form, assessing your injuries. Small wounds scattered all over your body, some deeper than others, but most he could handle. Bruised skin, a few broken bones and…

He tries to convince himself it isn’t bad, that he can get you help, but as his hand covers the huge gash on your throat, he can’t keep the tears away. Even with the wound covered, the blood trickles freely past his fingertips. Sliding down your chest and his arms, dripping onto the floor.

“Just tell me.” You cough out, your words drowned out by the blood in your mouth. Your breathing is shallow, fast, as you try to hang on. “It’s bad, isn’t it?”

“No, no, sweetheart. It’s okay.” He lies, his free hand gently cupping your cheek. He tries to tell himself that it’s not that much blood, that people have survived worse. But you’re already so cold, your heartbeat getting fainter by each beat. “You’ll be okay.”

“Matty-” You try, but your words fail you. You’re already so weak, but you try to be strong. For him. And he tries to be strong for you, keeping the tears at bay. He should never have brought you here, but you insisted. Wanted to help. You’re always so strong, so stubborn. One of the reasons he loves you so much.

“Help will be here soon. I promise.” It’s more for himself than you, trying to hold onto hope. Whispering silent prayers between sobs as he caress your hair, feeling your body become weaker in his arms. You can’t do this, you can’t leave him like this. It’s not fair. He’s already lost so much, he can’t lose you too.

“Sweetheart?” More a plea than a question, he shake you awake. You can’t fall asleep, not yet. Not when there’s so much he wants to say. A soft whimper is all you give him, as the tears stream down your face. He can feel them fall on his hands, hear your sobs in between your strained breath.

“I need you to hold on for me, okay? Just-” You place your hand on his chest, right over his heart and he breaks. Sobbing, he kisses you, hopefully not for the last time. “Just be strong for me. I can’t go on without you. I can’t do this alone. I need you.”

“I’m sorry.” You croak out, voice so weak it’s barely there. He can feel you looking at him and how much it drains you. It’s not gonna be long now. “I’m so sorry, Matty. Please forgive me.”

“There’s nothing to forgive, sweetheart.” The tears sting in his eyes, the silent cries now turned into sobs as he caress your hair, rocking you softly in his arms. “Just… Hold on.”

“I can’t… You-” You cup his cheek, hand trembling as it takes all your remaining strength. “You have to let me go. Move your hand.”

“No, please. Please don’t make me do that. I can’t-” He pleads. You just nod, moving your own hand to his. His lips find yours in the last kiss you’ll ever share. As he keeps you in his embrace, lips locked with yours, he moves his hand from your throat. He keeps holding you, caressing you and whispering pleads to anyone who will listen. Even after you’ve turned cold, your heartbeat gone, he holds you close, never wanting to let you go.

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[stoat-party]

Canon/Headcanon ages for Fallout characters (potential spoilers)

I’m standardizing the ages to 2281, which is when New Vegas begins. (Fallout 3 is 2277 and 4 is 2287 but I haven’t played it yet). These are kind of estimations because obviously everyone doesn’t have the same birthday.

ED-E: 6. Literal toddler. Darling infant child baby.

Dogmeat (from Fallout 3): 12. (Not canon.) It’s on the elderly side for his breed (fanon pretty much agrees he’s a blue heeler), but I choose to believe that Fallout dogs have mutated to live longer. My version of Dogmeat either got too old or took too many hits by this point, so he’s retired to become Three Dog’s co-host.

Arthur Maxson: 14. I think it’s also canon that he became elder at 16, which I adore. Boy is way too young to look like that.

R.J. MacCready: 16. Mungo 😔

Follows-Chalk: 19. (Not canon.) Honestly, I’d be surprised if he weren’t a teenager. He’s very much finding himself and choosing who he wants to be, which you can still do at any age, but it’s a hallmark of your teen years. And he’s adorable.

Amata Almodovar: 23. (Pretty much canon.) Younger than the Lone Wanderer because she has no Pip-Boy when LW turns 10. Can’t be too many months apart, though, because they go to play with her when they’re 12 months.

Lone Wanderer: 23. They were born on July 13 and left the Vault at 19.

(my) Courier Six: Also 23. (Not canon.) I like having them be the same age. In terms of canon information, all we know is that they were well-established as a courier in 2277, so they probably wouldn’t be younger than about 21. It’s implied in one Lady Killer dialogue that they’re at least 36 (apparently had some sort of fling in Montana 18 years ago), but the dialogue is optional, so you can have them be whatever age you want.

Butch DeLoria: 24. (Not canon.) IDK where I got the idea that he’s a year older than the Lone Wanderer, because the only canon evidence I can find is that he already had his Pip-Boy at their 10th birthday, but I like it. Either he got held back a year, or Vault 101 combines classrooms due to low population.

Craig Boone: 26. Let the man be young pls.

Veronica Santangelo: 27. Older than she seems IMO.

Sarah Lyons: 27-28. Would be 30 if she were still alive.

Christine Royce: 28. (Not canon.) Because if you grew up with someone, I feel like it would be weird to date them if there had been a substantial age gap.

Nova: 29. A successful innkeeper living life and not being exploited, bless.

Charon: 30. (Extremely not canon.) I feel like most people would cast him as way older than that, but I’ve written his whole backstory and it requires him to not have been hanging out in Underworld for the past century. There’s no concrete information on this, so go wild.

Waking Cloud: 32. (Not canon.) Her third child is six, but she still seems pretty young. I imagine marriage age is a little lower in the tribes.

Vulpes Inculta: 34-38. (Canon is a passing shadow at this point.) Try as I might, I can’t figure out why people place the destruction of the Twisted Hairs as happening 25 years prior. Not only would Vulpes have to have been an adult then, he was a decanus before that. Which would put him in his fifties. He’s described in canon as a young man, though, and I’m also attached to this interpretation of him. It’s a mess, and I’m going with my gut.

Arcade Gannon: 35. Probably on the tail end of 35 since he says he’s in his late thirties. Happy birthday, Arcade, your prize is bandaging me up on our stupid adventures.

Daniel: 36. (Not canon.) In my timeline, he’s Joshua’s nephew, and he was a toddler when Josh left. I know that’s completely unsupported by canon, but I wanted to add personal drama to their ideological drama.

Rose of Sharon Cassidy: 37. Which makes sense because her father was in Fallout 2.

Benny: 40. (Not canon.) I’m a Benny-in-his-forties truther. He’s led the tribe for seven years, and he really doesn’t strike me as young. It’s also just funny that cosplay is his literal whole personality when he’s edging into middle age.

Lucius: 43. (Not canon.) Appears to be graying, still quite capable in a very physical job. He’s considered old in the Legion, but since it’s a young nation, most men are taken from their tribes as children, and death comes early and violent, I think old is a relative term. Caesar purposefully isolates men from their families so they’ll focus any filial loyalty on him, so I feel like he must be significantly younger than Caesar.

Ulysses: 47-50. (Not canon.) I’m even comfortable with casting him a little older. He exudes knowledge and experience with everything he does. He seems to have been an adult when he entered the Legion — which, as discussed, gets placed 25 years ago but IDK why.

Gob: 51. (Not canon.) Acts very young (could just be learned helplessness), so I’ve got his age frozen at like 20. He’d been a slave for fifteen years as of 2277, so I gave him about 12 years of being happy in Underworld with Carol.

James: 51-52, depending when you got around to the main storyline. He would be 55, but… yeah.

Joshua Graham: 54. (Not canon.) He says he was “young” 35 years ago when the Legion began. 19 is the standard age for Mormon men to go on their mission trips, and it’s also an important age in my version of the Fallout universe (i.e. the age I ruin my characters’ lives). I also like the idea of Joshua being a little younger and more sheltered than Edward, it makes his path to darkness more interesting.

Edward Sallow: 55. Again, this guy was my little brother’s age when one day he just decided to take over the world.

Star Paladin Cross: 60. (Not canon.) She’s a cyborg, so I think her cybernetics kept her in fighting shape a little longer.

Lily Bowen: 203. They turned her into a nightkin at 75! :((((((

Rex: 209. Ultimate immortal doggie.

Fawkes: 227. (Not canon.) I’m basing this on the cut Sheldon Delacroix logs, which would imply he moved into Vault 87 as a married adult.

Carol: 230. There’s some debate on this because she claims to have been a little girl when the bombs fell, but from her perspective I imagine everyone is a little child.

(my) Sole Survivor: 233. (Not canon.) Nora is a lawyer, and most American lawyers are 25 or older when they pass the bar. She also probably didn’t get married or have a child during law school (if she did… queen), so she’d have to be at least 26 or 27 during the prologue. I have her at 29 to make her the same age as my other two protagonists. Besties!

Raul Tejada: 234. By his dialogue, I had assumed he was a teenager during the Great War, but it turns out he was about 30. Multigenerational households FTW. Which probably means his age is frozen somewhere in his thirties and he’s not actually elderly. (Not that ghoul lore is actually consistent. Also, I’m not going to be the one to tell him it’s all in his head.)

Robert House: 261. Bro was born in 2020. Why, why would you do that to yourself?

Some of these are completely unsubstantiated so feel free to correct me or give your own opinion. I’ll probably edit if I think of more.

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[heartfullofleeches]

Reader baking Devlin a peanut butter cake for his birthday

Devlin uses your hand as a model for the new bandages he bought when the topic comes up.

"So, when is your birthday?"

"June... 23rd.. no year."

"Isn't that the day we met?"

"You expect me to remember the actual year? Far's I'm concerned my life didn't kick off till I met you, Sweetheart. Jumping off a cliff don't do shit compared to the sparks in my heart when I'm around you. Feel it other places to but that's probably irrelevant. "

"Alright."

-

Working the night prior to the day, you surprise your partner with a chalk full of his forbidden love - batter and all. Cursed with a severe nut allergy at birth, the universe gave pity to the boy in the form of everlasting life he abused to gorge himself on peanut flavored products and suffer the repetitive lesson of a temporary demise. The only force capable of stopping this self destruction was you, but temptation can knocking whenever you walked out the door.

Devlin lays between the couch and coffee table, snoring loudly with his face in the carpet. He avoided sleep like the plague, but the sandman always caught up with him in the end. A gentle nudge to his ribs with your foot kickstarts his restless mind, body following suit.

"I didn't do it this time!... what?" Devlin fists his eyes, the bright, flickering lights flash banging his sensitive retinas. The faint smell of nut butter snaps him to full attention like the world's best flavored smelling salts.

"Is that?...."

"Happy birthday, Dev!"

You place the cake on the table for him to seen. It's a literal mountain of peanut butter wrapped around the cake with creamy frosting and peanut butter chocolate chips sprinkled on top. Devlin rubs at his eyes again, accidentally stabbing the white of his left with his knuckles by forgetting to close it. The shellshock look is a mockery to the grin in his heart. He hasn't received a birthday cake in... forever.

"Do you like it?"

"Yeah." Devlin beats his chest as a small crackle strains his voice. "Yeah, I love it. I love you too.. Best pain I've ever felt. There's just one problem."

"What?"

"I don't know what to eat first."

Devlin grasps you by the wrists and pulls you down to the floor with him, tumbling onto his back from the added weight. He pins you there with his legs and playfully bites your neck, orange locks tickling your cheek.

"Guess I lied. As much as I love the stuff, I'm fairly certain you'll always come first before anything. The only addiction I have is you, and if I'm being honest I think I'm feeling a withdrawal."

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[a1307s]

Birthday Girl

(Batboys)

[Art is not mine! Credit to huyandere]

Request By: OliviaBrady821

Keys:

Y/N - Your Name

N/N - Nick Name

Word Count: 2,728

Warnings and/or Pre-notes:

'Ukht: Sister (Arabic)

Tayir Saghir: Little Bird (Arabic)

Eid milad saeid 'Ukhti: Happy Birthday, Sister (Arabic)

Shukran lan 'ayuha altaayir alsaghir: Thank you, Little Bird (Arabic)

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     The bright sun creeping into my room slowly draws me out of my peaceful sleep. I rub my eyes gently to rid the sleep from them. "Good morning, Miss Y/N," A voice says from across my room. Slowly I open my eyes, just to be met with Alfred standing by my windows, drawing back the heavy red fabric. "Are you excited for your big day?" The old man asks with a small smile on his worn face.

     "Yes I am," I answer back, sitting up in my bed to stretch the sleep out of my limbs. "Do you know what the boys have planned for me?" I ask joy over taking me with the hope Alfred will spill the secret plans my brothers have made for my special day.

     "Yes I do, and no I will not tell you," Alfred says, washing all the hope out of me. I let out a soft whine of dismay, getting a soft chuckle from my make-shift grandfather. "Come down to breakfast when you're ready Miss Y/N, I have plenty of options this morning," Alfred says, swiftly walking across the room to the side of my bed. "Happy Birthday, Dear," He says before kissing my forehead. Alfred leaves after that, leaving me alone in my room.

     I lay in bed for a few more minutes, enjoying the few silent moments of today before the craziness begins. Before I move from my bed there's a knock at my door. "N/N? Are you awake yet?" Comes the voice of one of my brothers.

     "Come in!" I chirp out, rolling onto my side to see which one walks in. The stained oak door swings up to reveal Jason Todd in my doorway. His smile is huge on his face and his eyes are almost sparkling as they look at me. "Good morning Zombie Boy," I say with a huge smile on my face.

     "Good morning, Birthday Girl," Jay says back, walking over to the side of my bed. "Are you ready to get out of bed yet?" He asks, getting the response of my head shaking no. "Alright, move over," Jason says, wrapping his arms under me and shifting me over. Jay lets go of me, but lays his arm over my waist as soon as he lets go; his other arm is under his head as a cushion. His thumb rubs soft circles into my back as he looks down at me. "What do you want to do today?"

     "I'm not sure, but I'm pretty confident you guys have my day planned out," I say back to the graying boy next to me.

     His smile grows and he lets out an airy chuckle. "You're not completely wrong, I even have your outfit planned out," Jason tells me before leaning down and softly kissing the crown of my head. "You want to see it?"

     "Yes!" I yell, shooting up in bed. I crawl over Jason, getting a bone shoved into my side and with no doubt shoving a few of my own into Jay. "What does it look like? What color is it? Is it a skirt?!" I ask, settling my feet onto the ground and heading for the door.

     "Maybe, you'll have to wait and see," Jason says, following right behind me. "Just know you'll like it," He says, grabbing my waist as we head into the hallway. Jay duck waddles behind me until we get to his room. When we do get to his door, Jason reaches around me to turn the nob.

     When the door opens I'm met with the smell of blood, oil, and Jason's woody smelling cologne. The room is coated in darkness as Jay softly pushes me inside. Once we're both across the threshold, he flips on the light. His room is a mess. There's clothes everywhere, dishes stacked up on the nightstand, and abandoned bloody bandages around the room. On the red bed sheets is a big black box with a huge red ribbon tied up on it. Through the bow is one single rose. "Is that for me?" I ask, tilting my head back to look up at Jason.

     "Yes it is. You can open it if you want."

     As soon as the words are out of Jason's mouth, I rush towards the bed, being sure to avoid tripping on anything laying out. I crawl on the bed before picking up the box and laying it on my lap. Jason chuckles again, crossing the room and sitting across from me. "What's in it? Shoes?" I ask, shaking the box gently.

     "Ya there's a pair of shoes in there along with the rest of your outfit," Jaybird says, folding his foot underneath himself and laying back on his hands. "Open it."

     Gently I pull the string of the ribbon inorder to undo it. I gently set the ribbon down on the bed - along with the rose - before pulling up the lid of the present box. The first thing I see is a pair of dark black flats. I take them out of the box and carefully look over them. "If they're not the right size I still have the receipt so we can change them out today," Jay tells me as he carefully watches me look over my box.

     I nod my head in agreement before pulling out the next thing from the box. It's a long sleeved black shirt with a deep V-neck on it. "It's super soft," I say, running my fingers over the fabric.

     "I know. I made Tim help me pick it out because I know you're really sensitive about your fabric."

     I softly smile up at Jason before pulling out the next piece of fabric. It's a plaid fabric skirt with a criss-cross tie on the front. Underneath the skirt are some ruffles, causing me to frown. Jason instantly notices, pulling out the last thing from the box. "I know you don't like the feel of the ruffled fabric on your skin so I got you some tights. If it still feels weird we can trade out your skirt for something else if you like."

     "I'm sure it'll feel fine," I mumble, climbing into Jason's lap. "Thank you for the outfit, I love it," I tell him, kissing the side of his cheek before snuggling into his chest.

     "I'm glad you like it, N/N," Jay says back, wrapping his arms around my back.

     There's a knock at the door before it swings open, and a very chatty Damian walks in. "Jason have you seen-" Damian stops in his tracks, his eyes locked on me. "Oh, there you are! Alfred asked me to come make sure you didn't fall asleep because 'breakfast will get cold,'" Dami finishes, walking towards the bed, dragging me off of Jason, and sitting between us. "I think you should get dressed and walk downstairs with me. Jason knock it off!" Damian yaps as Jason pokes his cheek.

     "Maybe I would if you could learn some manners," Jason snaps back before he stands up. "I'll see you when you come downstairs," He says, turning his attention to me before he walks out of his room.

     "You should get dressed so we can have breakfast. Oh is that the outfit Jason got you? He was telling me about it. I don't quite like him getting you skirts, it's preposterous if I do say so myself. There is no reason he should be getting you clothes, even if it is your birthday. Do you think he likes you? I hope not or else I would have to fight him for your honor, since you are my sister and as your brother it is my job to protect you. It would be a ridiculous fight of course, seeing how I'd win. Honestly Y/N, are you not dressed yet?!" By the time Damian ends his speech his cheeks are red and his eyebrows are knitted together on his head.

     "I'm not changing with you looking at me, Dami. I'm pretty sure that's more disrespectful than Jason getting me a skirt," I sass back, rolling my eyes at my overprotective little brother.

     "Right, of course," Damian says, getting off of the bed and heading to the bathroom. He leaves the door cracked open - probably to give me another speech. The lid to the toilet seat squeaks as Damian sits down. "As I was saying-" My little brother begins.

     As Damian rumbles on about how 'peculiar' and 'unordinary' Jason's relationship with me is, I work on taking off my bedclothes and pull on the outfit Jason had gotten me.

     "-and for another thing, he's like nineteen! Why in the world would a nineteen year old want anything to do with my sister?"

     "Have you ever thought that maybe Jason just sees me as a sister?" I ask Damian, pushing open the bathroom door so he can see my outfit.

     "One, Jason Todd is a predator-" Dami starts as he stands up from his make-shift seat.

     "We're trained assassins, I'm pretty confident that I'm more of a predator than Jason."

     Damian pushes off my comment with a glare. "Two, you're a child!"

     "I'm less of a child than you are but okay."

     "And three!" Damian says louder than before, "You do look very nice, *'Ukht,"

     A big smile forms on my face as I walk towards my little brother. "Aw! Dami! Your emotions are showing!" I tease, wrapping my arms around him.

     "Unhand me woman," He says, wiggling out of my arms and heading out of the bathroom. "Hurry up, I would like to eat your birthday breakfast now." If I didn't know my brother like I do I wouldn't have been able to hear the smile in his voice.

     "I'm coming *Tayir Saghir," I say, following Damian out of Jason's room.

     The manor is silent but beautiful as Damian and I walk through it. The dust throughout the old house almost seems like meltless snow piled up in thin layers around the furniture. The closer we get to the dining room, the less silent the house seems to be. "Wait here," Damian says when we get outside the dining room doors.

     I obey Damian's wish and wait outside the door. I can hear some hushes and Dick's excited voice behind the door, which causes the smile on my face to grow even more. "Be quite," Damian hisses into the room as he walks back out to me. "My apologize, *'Ukht," Dami says, looking up to me with a small yellow box in his hands. "Dick is very excited," He briefly explains.

     "I can tell," I say back bending down so my head is leveled with Damian's shoulders. I can hear the shuffling of Damian opening the box and taking out my birthday flower crown. He gently sets it on my head and messes with my hair and the short streamers on the crown before tapping my shoulder.

     I stand back up before looking down at my brother. His eyes are a bit water and his mouth quivers, trying to keep in his sobs. "*Eid milad saeid 'Ukhti," Damian whispers before wrapping his hands around my waist and snuggling his face into my chest.

     "*Shukran lan 'ayuha altaayir alsaghir," I whisper back, running my hand through his hair.

     We stay like this for a few minutes; my hand running through Damian's hair and him snuggled into me. Damian finally pulls away from me when there's a knock at the dining room door. "Hurry up Dami! I want to see the birthday girl!" Dick shouts, continuing to bang on the door.

     "We're coming! We're coming!" Damian snaps back before grabbing my hand and pushing open the door.

     "Happy Birthday!" Everyone shouts as I enter the room.

     "Thank you!" I say back with a soft giggle.

     "Come sit down, I want to eat," Damian says, dragging me towards our normal seats. At the head of the table sits Bruce, like expected. To his left is Damian's normal seat with me sitting next to him, and finally Alfred on my otherside. On Bruce's right is Richard, followed by Tim, and then Jason. All the boys are seated - other than Alfred - all excitedly waiting for me to sit.

     Like the gentleman he is, Damian pulls out my chair and pushes it in for me once I'm seated. "Happy Birthday, Y/N," Bruce says once Damian is finally seated. "I would like you to open your present from me before Alfred serves breakfast.

     "Come on! I want to eat!" Damian whines, straining out the word 'eat'.

     "Damian, hold your tongue," I hiss into his ear, gently placing my hand on his.

     "Ya, ya, ya," Dami says back, rolling his eyes and slumping in his chair.

     Bruce excuses himself from the table and leaves the room for a few seconds. When he gets back he's holding a small red box. "I know it's not much but I didn't know what to get you," He says, setting the small box on the plate in front of me before sitting back down.

     "I appreciate anything you get me, Father," I say back, a tight smile on my face because of the word 'father' tasting like metal in my mouth. Everyone watches me as I carefully open up the box. Inside is an expensive gold necklace dripping in diamonds. "Thank you, Father." I tell him, setting the necklace back into the box and setting it off to the side.

     "I'm glad you like it," Bruce answers back, picking up his newspaper and coffee mug to go back into his own world.

     Dick glances at the kitchen door and then me before reaching underneath the table. "Alfred isn't ready yet so you can open your present from me too!"

     "Dick! You didn't have to get me anything," I tell him, smiling huge at my big brother.

     "Nonsense! You're my own sister! It's my job to spoil you!" He says, setting a big pink box on the table and carefully pushing it across the table.

     "What is it?" I ask, carefully undoing the tape on the colorful box. Richard ignores my question, continuing to watch me open the present. When I get it open I'm met with pink zig zag papers. "Please don't tell me you just got me paper," I tease, dipping my hand into the box. My fingers rub against cool plastic, which I wrap my fingers around. I tug it out of the box and look over it. It's a bottle of rose petal perfume.

     "So I couldn't remember what your perfume was called and I didn't want to go through your room so I bought all of them," Dick says sheepishly, scratching the back of his head.

     "You bought all of them?" I ask, looking at the stupidest Robin at this table.

     "Ya, I ordered every perfume that Bath and Body Works has," He answers, his face turning red from embarrassment.

     I giggle at Richard as I put the bottle back. "Well I'll have plenty of perfume for a while."

     "That's the understatement of the year," Damian grumbles, poking his head up and looking through my box.

     "Ya, ya, ya," Tim says, ducking his head under the table. "We get it, you're over the top perfect, Dick," He continues, pulling out a medium sized box. "This one is from me."

     Damian - struggles to - move the present from Richard back onto the ground so I have room for Tim's present. I gently take the box from Tim, making sure not to move it too much because knowing Tim, it's going to be some kind of electronic device. I gently set the box down before opening the top. Sitting inside some tissue paper is a baby blue polaroid camera and some polaroid papers. "Tim," I whisper, taking the camera out of the box. "I love it!" I say, holding up the camera and putting Tim in the frame.

     "I'm glad you do. I know you've been talking about wanting to get into photographing so I figured this would be a nice start," Timothy says, smiling at me.

     "Are you guys ready for breakfast?" Alfred asks, walking through the kitchen door with his little breakfast cart packed full of my favorite foods.

     "Finally!" Diamina cheers, getting a small smile from everyone at the table.

#damian wayne #tim drake #jason todd #dick grayson #bruce wayne #alfred pennyworth #batfam #batman #redhood #red robin #dc robin

[sharpfamily]

Per Aspera Ad Astra

Happy Birthday to our favourite ex-auror potions professor! Three birthdays in the life of Aesop Sharp, brought to you by@tea-withjamandbread and @aesopsharpmybeloved. Part of collections A New Chance at Life as well as The Sharp Family Chronicles. Aesop Sharp x (adult) MC!reader

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tw: mentions of alcohol abuse, depression, suggestive content, tooth-rotting fluff

July 1st 1881

It’s been a few days since he’s been released from St Mungo’s. Again. Dinah still had a few more days to attend to her responsibilities in Hogwarts, however, for the time being, she seemed to trust Aesop not to do anything too crazy until the term officially ended. Aesop soon discovered that all of his liquor bottles, both empty and full, had disappeared. Wonderful. There was not a single drop of alcohol left in his house. At first he felt annoyed. Irritated. Already trying to think of a way to get at least a single drink, just a little something to take the edge off. 

He didn’t have an owl, and he couldn’t exactly Floo, much less walk to some shop or pub. Not in his current state. Wiggenweld potion could only do so much, and while it did heal the smaller cuts and scrapes and helped with the pain, his hands were still bandaged in order to keep the healing balm applied to them from drying up while it restored his mangled hands. If he didn’t look miserable before his breakdown, he absolutely looked miserable now.

There was no way he could go anywhere like this… and there was no way anyone would be willing to bring him anything either. Aesop didn’t know how many people knew about his collapse - he was certain Dinah would make sure the number was minimal - but he was absolutely certain his mother knew. Abraham too, possibly. And the very thought of flooiong one of his (now former) colleagues to ask them to send him a drink? He shuddered. No. They’d ask questions. They’d possibly come over. They couldn’t see him like this.

Dinah was right. As she usually was, of course. He probably should lay off the booze for a while. Aesop wheeled himself throughout the downstairs of his childhood home. The mirror in the ground floor bathroom was left nothing more than a frame - Dinah probably vanished all of the broken glass. As he slowly rode through his kitchen, a picture frame caught his eye. In it was a photograph, and Aesop almost couldn't recognise his own face in it. 

He didn’t even know why Ashley would get a camera - probably to take photos of her son, first and foremost - but she had brought it to his birthday dinner last year. She wasn’t a particularly good photographer, but a few nice shots were taken that night a year ago. This was one of them - he was standing by the bar in the Leaky Cauldron, actually looking quite handsome and very confident, Dinah next to him and Abraham on the other side. The photograph was moving like they were moving back then - grinning, laughing, clinking their glasses together.

And then, suddenly, Ashley appeared, peeking out from the corner of the photo, wanting to be in the picture while taking it. She looked like she always did - carefree, optimistic, confident. Her wild streak has lowered somewhat since she and her wife got their little boy, but she was still the kind of person who walked into the room and lit it up with her mere presence.

He wheeled over to the photograph and placed it face down on the shelf where it stood. He couldn’t look at it anymore. Those happy memories had been his reality only a year ago. To him, though, it felt like a century had passed. The man whose birthday was being celebrated in that photograph was someone else. A happy man with his whole life ahead of him. A man with a successful career, who still struggled with his love life to be certain, but who hadn’t given up on his dream of settling down and raising a family in the home in which he himself had spent his entire life. 

A family? He wasn’t sure he could even… Not that anyone would ever want that from him anymore. Who could see him as any more than the cripple that he was. That dream of having a family of his own died the moment he stepped on to that godforsaken ship. It had vanished the very moment he had led his partner, his oldest friend, the one he was supposed to protect, to her death. His hubris having cost her all of her dreams and plans as well.

He decided that the birthday captured in the photograph Ashley had taken would be the last one he celebrated. He would have more birthdays, of course, Dinah having knocked some sense into him after his breakdown. He had already been the cause of enough pain and suffering for those he cared about the most. So he would make a point to survive, to continue existing, for them, but he saw no need to boast about having circled the sun one more time. Not when his partner hadn’t circled it with him.

Suddenly he heard the door open. He wasn't expecting company, in fact he had specifically requested that no one visit him today. He didn't want to worry anyone but he also didn't want to face their feeble attempts at cheering him up, at making him feel special on the anniversary of his birth. He didn't want to see the sadness and pity in their eyes. They did their best to hide it, of course, but he knew it was there. He was a pitiful sight indeed. He wheeled himself around as fast as he could manage and drew his wand, not that it would do him much good in his current state, the bandages on his hands making his grip awkward. If it came to it, he didn't know if he'd even be able to defend himself and his home in the event of an unsavory intruder.

He recognized the footsteps instantly and pocketed his wand.

Of course she'd show up anyways. The nerve.

Dinah bloody Hecat.

He heard the door close and wheeled himself to greet his guest. He'd at least give her that courtesy. When the younger, now older looking woman appeared in his line of sight, he saw she had come armed with a large bag of groceries. She looked at him.

"You look like hell."

"Lovely to see you too."

Dinah walked right past him, heading straight for the kitchen. Aesop thought she might have walked straight into him if he hadn’t quickly wheeled himself backwards. He supposed he still retained some of his Auror reflexes even after everything.

Dinah set down her bag and started unloading everything, pulling out potatoes, carrots, parsnips, various herbs, a jar of broth, some dried mushrooms and a large piece of meat out of the bag. Aesop knew instantly that she had come here on someone else’s errand. She had never been much of a cook herself after all. Aesop however, recognized his mother’s venison stew when he saw it, even in its currently disassembled state. 

“Mum sent you, didn’t she."

It wasn't a question.

“She’s worried about you, Aesop. Especially today of all days”

“There’s nothing special about today. It’s just… a day”

“It’s your birthday, Aesop”

“Why does that even ma-“

Dinah dind't give him the time to finish, fixing him with a stare so intense, he had to stifle a tremble.

“It matters because 34 years ago your mother labored for about the same number of hours in order to bring you into this world. She then raised you along with your father until he was gone. Then she somehow found the strength to raise you AND provide for you by herself while grieving her own husband. It matters because she made sure you had everything you needed for your education, because she saw you through your Auror training AND career and earlier this year, she thought she’d be laying you to rest next to her husband instead of the other way around. So today, on the anniversary of your birth, even though YOU don’t want to see her, she STILL wanted to make sure you got to eat your favorite meal, so I am here, Aesop Theodore Sharp, on HER errand and I WILL see this through, even if I have to bind you to that infernal chair of yours and force feed you myself.”

Aesop pinched the bridge of his nose. He knew his mother deserved better than the worry he had put her through not just this year, but during his entire career as an Auror. And as much as he hated to admit it, he knew that Dinah could, and would follow through with her threat. Hell, the woman could have taken him down at his peak, let alone the sorry state he currently found himself in.

"Dinah-"

"As I was saying, I'm not here to celebrate. I’m here to make sure you don't starve to death. Also this house needs tidying up… you know I'm always afraid of tripping over something or another when I visit you nowadays. My balance isn't the worst for someone my…well for someone with the body I have, but it's not getting any better"

It was easy for Aesop to forget that Dinah, while exhibiting a strong facade and with her fierce personality, still hadn’t fully made peace with her own career-ending injury. Although she had remade herself as Hogwarts’ Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, he knew this was not her first choice. He would have to remake himself in due time, the pension he received from the Ministry barely covering his living expenses, but he wasn’t ready for that. Not yet at least.

Dinah busied herself browning the meat for the stew when she addressed her friend once more.

"You need to bathe, Aesop, you smell quite terrible."

"I… it's been a few days."

"I can tell. Do you need my help or can you manage on your own?"

"I think I can manage."

“Good."

Aesop wheeled himself to his bedroom where he carefully got undressed and discarded his clothes in the now overflowing laundry bin. Well, it wasn’t exactly his bedroom, the room had originally served as a study, however, following his injury, ascending the flight of stairs that led to his bedroom was no longer an option, so his mother had conjured a bed and had attempted to make the room as cozy as she could. He appreciated her efforts, but it just wasn’t the same. Nothing was, come to think about it. 

With a towel around his body for some semblance of privacy, he slowly made his way to the bathroom and took the bandages off his hands. They looked a little better today, but he would still need to reapply that healing balm for another week according to the Healers at St Mungo’s. He sat on the bench that had been conjured in the shower and turned the water on. He carefully went through the now considerably lengthy ritual of lathering his hair and body, being careful not to irritate his hands too much. 

The scars on his leg and face used to be excruciating, however the passage of time as well as rigorous desensitization as part of his shower routine had made them almost painless to the touch. If only his blasted leg would have improved in the same manner he’d maybe have a shot at a fulfilling life. However, he had been told to get used to it, to “learn to live” with his injury. He could never get used to this. He would never get used to it. Perhaps there was something out there that could help him.

He put those thoughts aside and shut the water off, dried himself and opened the door leading to his hopefully temporary bedroom. He instantly noticed that the windows had been opened, a warm summer breeze gently blowing in the large bedroom. His bed had been made, the overflowing laundry bin had been emptied and there were clean, comfortable clothes laid out on his bed, next to the armchair he sat on while getting dressed. 

That woman truly was incorrigible. As he got dressed though, he realized how nice it felt to breathe the fresh summer air that was cleansing the room, as opposed to the stale air he had been inhaling ever since he had been discharged from St Mungo’s. He hadn’t been opening the windows at night like he used to before his injury. In that moment, he remembered how much he enjoyed it, though. Tonight he’d make a point to open his bedroom windows before turning in. He also realized how his shower, how the simple turned not-so-simple act of washing his body had put him in a slightly better mood. He applied the healing balm to his hands and bandaged them before making his way towards the door.

As Aesop left his bedroom, he could already smell the stew Dinah had prepared, which had just started to simmer. He could also smell the freshly brewed tea she had prepared. As he approached her, seated at the dining room table, the chair that would normally be next to her having been vanished in what he assumed was an invitation to join her, he noticed she had already poured them both a cup, and that she was currently poring over his mail, which had accumulated over the past week. He hadn’t bothered to sort through any of it since returning home.

“Still only cream in your tea?”

“Of course”

Dinah handed him his cup as well as a pile of letters

“These require your immediate attention”

“I’ll… make sure I deal with them, then”

Dinah handed him a quill, barely looking up from her organizing.

“No time like the present, Aesop.”

Aesop took the quill without argument and started filling out the various forms Dinah had given him. Applications for additional disability pay from the Ministry, tax forms, appeal letters to send to the Ministry requesting they cover the various experimental treatments he had received to attempt to heal his injury sustained in the line of duty. Once in awhile Dinah added a form or two to his workload, while sorting out the mail she deemed as rubbish.

“This one appears to be an offer letter fo work for the Auror recruitment program”

“They told me to 'take all the time I need' but they’re really hoping I don’t need time at all don’t they. That I’ll just bounce back, so to speak.”

“It would appear so”

Aesop sighed. “I’m not ready, Dinah. I can barely take care of myself at the moment. I can barely even walk from here to the front door of my own house. How could I-”

Dinah placed her hand on his

“You don’t have to accept the position right now, Aesop. I read the letter and they appear willing to wait for you to recover more before you’d-”

“I’m not sure I even want that job. I don’t think it would be right for me to take it”

“You can think about it later. For now, let’s get us some fresh air.”

Dinah stood up and made her way towards the side door, past the kitchen, where the stew she had prepared was still simmering. Aesop followed her outside. She sat on the stone bench closest to the house, overlooking the now quite unkempt garden. Aesop wheeled himself right next to her, a difficult feat on the uneven terrain. He really ought to get walking again, lest he spend the rest of his life confined to his house. They sat in comfortable silence.

“That stew does smell delicious. You did a great job.”

“Well, your mother was very clear in her instructions. All I did was follow.”

“You did so much more than that.”

“I know you’d have done the same for me. You did, in fact, if I remember correctly.” Aesop had been there for her when Dinah had been wounded on the job. He had been there at the hospital, and had helped her tremendously when she moved back to her home. He had even offered for her to move back in with him. They were no longer romantically involved, but he had still been ready to put his life and plans on pause to help her in any way he could. She had declined his kind offer but appreciated it nonetheless.

“Yes, well… that’s what friends are for, I suppose.”

They had been through so much together. A failed romantic relationship turned friendship for the ages. They had each seen each other at their worst and would eventually make peace with their respective situations, and see themselves at their best once more. For now, though, the present moment was all that existed.

"You know, you told me I'd hate you come September… you're going to try a lot harder to get me to that point."

"Term just ended. I have plenty more time now to be a thorn in your side."

Aesop chuckled, perhaps for the first time in a long time

"Thank you for being here today."

July 1st 1893

The last week of school flew by in front of Aesop’s eyes. Exams were done, and both teachers and students could breathe a sigh of relief. He had helped his sweetheart settle into the little house she rented at the edge of Hogsmeade throughout the last few days, her various books and tomes, the majority of her clothes, the little knick knacks and memorabilia she collected during her three years at Hogwarts. 

And, of course, the beasts. Some would be released back into the wild, as the poachers throughout the Highlands severely lessened in numbers, following this insane (former) Ravenclaw student crashing into their operations. A few more vulnerable ones would be found new homes, as would be the girl’s new apprenticeship at Brood and Peck, and some she simply wished to keep and care for herself. With Aesop’s help, they transfigured the inside of a large chest into something of a Sanctuary for the beasts his love would be keeping. Deek aided in their relocation, having a hard time saying goodbye to them. (F/N) had promised the elf he was welcome to visit them whenever he wanted.

The Seventh year’s ball rolled around, then graduation, then the teary-eyed departure of most of the students on the Hogwarts express. Aesop wouldn’t admit it, but he too had shed a few tears all those years ago, when he boarded that train for the last time. 

Today, however, was not a day for tears. It was Saturday, which meant his sweetheart had two more days to settle in and get her bearings before officially beginning her adult life and her new job. She usually woke up before him, but it seemed the turbulent few days left the young woman in a state of exhaustion. It was the first time she spent the night in her new abode, and Aesop graciously agreed to help her find  out if the bed was any good. 

Well, it definitely wasn’t as good as the bed he slept in at Hogwarts, nor the one in his own house, being softer than he was used to. However, he noted that his back wasn’t troubling him upon waking up, which was a small victory. Much bigger victory currently craddled in his arms. His beautiful young lover was curled into his side, her breathing soft and even, her hair matted and messy with sleep, and a bit of drool was dried upon her jowl. The potions master thought she looked like a dream come true. 

He took in his surroundings, the room was unfamiliar and had yet to be lived in, but it had every bit the potential to become a very cozy bedroom. The floors were straight and firm, the wallpapers pleasant to the eyes, the windows let in a lot of natural light. Speaking of the windows, they were currently open to let the fresh summer morning air in, and Aesop could hear the wizarding village waking up and coming to life. In a few hours, the streets would be filled with people enjoying what was looking to be a sunny Saturday. Aesop closed his eyes again with a content little hum, burrowing further into the light smooth sheets and his sweetheart’s arms.

It all still felt rather surreal, really. Every single night he went to bed with the lovely Ravenclaw, he expected to wake alone and realize it's all been nothing but a dream. And while he did wake up alone on quite a few mornings, it took only a few seconds for him to know that it certainly hadn't been a dream. There was the faint floral scent of his lover's perfume clinging to his sheets, to his pillows, to him. It was all around him in this intoxicating vapor, mingling with the cool air around him. There was sometimes a note, carefully folded upon one of the seats of the large leather sofa, directly in his field of view from the bed. There was the absence of the shirt he wore the previous day…

Even now, when she was resting in his arms, soft, warm and absolutely real, Aesop bit into his bottom lip to make sure it wasn't a dream. He was startled then, as a sudden loud sound came from outside, followed by some more commotion and the frustrated voice of Zonko's shopkeeper. Probably a firework gone haywire. The young girl stirred against him, groaning quietly.

"Good morning, you," Aesop said softly, a smile appearing on his face on its own accord. His beloved tilted her head and her eyes fluttered open. The first thing she saw was Aesop, and he felt his heart throb, when her own face stretched in a smile, her sleepy eyes immediately filled with love and devotion. She looked around the room then, an adorable little line between her eyebrows as she slowly began to realise she wasn't in Aesop's chambers, nor was she in her dorm. 

And then it hit her. The young woman released a breathy chuckle and her legs curled around one of Aesop's own. The potions master felt her warm cheek on his collarbone, he felt her hands caress his furry torso. It was then he had a little realisation himself - his sweetheart was also making sure she wasn't dreaming. And it was this knowledge that made him drop his head back onto the pillow, his eyes closing in bliss. 

“Good morning, Aesop,” she whispered before raising her head a little to place a kiss between his jaw and his chin. She released a soft sigh then, gently resting her forehead against his collarbone once more. Aesop’s heart beat loudly in his chest, and he was certain she knew it was only for her. “Merlin, it's so strange… no homework, no essays, no studying… so strange to wake up and know that I don’t have to do anything...” On her mouth was a content smile, very much reminding Aesop of a kneazle that got the cream. “Oh, yes,” he answered, voice light and teasing, “for exactly two days. Then off to work with you!” The girl snorted against his skin, and when she lifted her head again, Aesop was nearly certain she was keeping herself back from sticking out her tongue at him.

“Besides,” he continued, his large hands stroking over her sides and back, relishing at the feeling of her silky soft skin under his calloused fingertips, “don’t forget that you’re not in Hogwarts anymore. There are no house elves - you cook for yourself, clean after yourself, the full deal.” She was lazily twirling strands of his chest hair around her index finger, her face absolutely relaxed: “I can do that. I think. I can cook a little, and I tend to keep things tidy. It’s just… Well, my household spells are still a bit shabby. I think I’m going to get frustrated trying to wash the dishes using magic, and will end up just doing it by hand anyway.” Aesop chuckled, the girl atop his chest bouncing softly with the motion. “All in good time,” he said, “Rome wasn’t built in a day, and just like everything else, household spells need to be practiced in order to be perfected. I can help you with that.”

They lay in the girl’s bed, legs entwined, just enjoying the calm summer morning. “What will you be doing, by the way, now that you’ve no classes to teach and school work to grade for the next two months?” She inquired curiously. “Me? Oh, I’ll be staying in your bed every day, teasing you that you have to go to work!” the potions master grinned and promptly received a playful smack to the chest. “No, no. I still have some unfinished things at Hogwarts, not to mention my trunk’s still in my chambers, terribly unpacked, I'm afraid. There’s several teacher meetings during the summer as well. I’ll be brewing potions for the hospital wing throughout the two months so that it’s all stocked up for the following term. I'll be revising the curriculum - though I hardly ever make changes to it - and I also need to tidy up the house a bit. It does get dusty after ten months. However, that all can wait. It can definitely wait for the two free days.”

And so Aesop Sharp and (F/N)(L/N) spent the beautiful July day simply enjoying their freedom and their company. The young woman insisted on preparing their breakfast by hand, and while it was ‘just’ scrambled eggs and some toast, Aesop was certain they were the best scrambled eggs he’d ever eaten, simply because they were prepared by her and he was able to enjoy them in her company alone. 

Afterwards he showed her how to properly clean the dishes with magic, starting with a single teacup. They picked up and cleaned the singular dishes back and forth, until everything was clean. A single flick of Aesop’s wand summoned a towel from a hook, which promptly began drying the dishes clean. Another flick, and the dry ones floated to their respective spaces and stored themselves. With a smile, he observed his young lover’s awed expression. “No worries,” he promised, “you’ll have perfected it before the year is done.”

They decided to go for a little stroll along the banks of the Black lake later, talking softly, basking in the sunlight. Aesop, whose entire wardrobe was still at Hogwarts, chose to only wear his trousers, shirt and waistcoat, opting to leave his jacket and overcoat behind, as it was entirely too warm to wear them. He still applied a little cooling charm on all articles of his clothing for comfort. When his sweetheart got dressed, he realised that it really had not been often he saw her out of her uniform or her adventuring ensembles. He certainly couldn’t wait to remedy that, he thought, as he observed the dress she chose for their outing. It was light, sleek and simple, and it complimented all of her curves perfectly. She saw him staring and actually twirled for him with a wink. Little minx.

Aesop offered his arm to her, and his heart squeezed tightly at the display of emotion he saw in her eyes when she immediately accepted it. They walked all the way to the spot she brought him during their late night hippogriff flight. “You know, back then I had to use all of my energy not to just turn my head and kiss you,” (F/N) laughed quietly, a small blush on her cheeks. Aesop grinned and looked towards the dark, murky water, remembering that spring night. He could almost see the memory in front of his eyes. His sweetheart skipping stones at the shore, him standing behind her, longing.

A shuffle next to him brought him out of his thoughts. The young woman was currently pulling off her summer dress, baring the skin of her legs. “What are you doing?” he asked, eyes as big as saucers. Normally, her taking off her clothes would get nothing but positive feedback from him, however, seeing as they were out in the open, in broad daylight, he very much doubted the woman had some tender fun on her mind right now. She grinned at him giddily as she finally managed to escape the fabric and folded it haphazardly. She disposed of it on the same boulder he leaned against over a year ago, her shoes already sitting on it, and, with a wink, began running towards the water, in nothing but her chemise and drawers. 

“No way…” the potions master shook his head, even as the corners of his mouth began twitching. And then, with a single tiny squeal, (F/N) threw herself head first into the Black lake. He was smiling fully now, finding her youthful playfulness and unadulterated joy incredibly endearing. He walked closer to the water’s edge. His sweetheart emerged a second later, drenched from head to toe, grinning wildly. She was slightly flushed from the cold, but otherwise looked in utmost bliss.

“I hope you don’t expect me to jump in after you,” he said wryly, crossing his arms over his chest. The woman laughed with all the meriness of a child. She swam closer to the shore for a bit, so that she could stand while she pushed her wet hair out of her face: “Honestly, I was rather hoping you would, but I’m not going to force you. Although I’m telling you, you’re missing out!” And with that, she leaned back and began idly floating on her back. 

Aesop looked at her form. The white chemise was clinging to her body, her skin showing through the wet material. Dropping the cooling charm he put on his clothes, he noticed just how hot the day turned. Suddenly the water seemed all the more appealing. He admired the curves of his lover’s body, his hands already itching to trace them as he unconsciously pulled at his own clothes. He knew she was watching him out of the corner of her eye, actually saw her roll her eyes a little as he conjured a small leather holster for his wand and tied it around his bony ankle and shin. 

She rolled around to look at him fully when he took a step after step towards the water. Despite the hot weather, the water was cold, and it nipped at his skin, but Aesop didn’t let that stop him. Another step. The water was now at his calves, then knees, and getting higher. He winced slightly when he was half submerged, baling his hands into fists as he battled the cold. But then he saw her little smirk, the challenge still shining in her eyes. With a huff, Aesop dived under the water. The sudden shock his body experienced was quickly overcome when he saw his sweetheart’s legs underwater, kicking slowly to keep her afloat. 

He grabbed her just above her knees and rose above the surface. He faintly heard her little squeal before a pair of arms wrapped around his neck and her playful eyes connected with his own. Her legs found purchase around his waist and he released them in favour of curling his own arms around her waist. He stared triumphantly into her eyes for a moment, before chasing her lips in a very wet and a little cold kiss, prompting a happy humming sound from his beloved.

Aesop was done with missing out.

It was late afternoon when they returned to (F/N)'s new abode. They spent the better part of the day by the water, swimming, playing, and simply relaxing. While his sweetheart busied herself with conjuring up a blanket for them to sit on on the bank, Aesop cast just a few protective wards around them, so that they could enjoy themselves in solitude and safety. He couldn't even remember the last time he's had a day like this. They swam, they rested on the blanket, they swam some more. It was so simple, and yet Aesop's heart was fluttering with absolute contentment. Once they dried themselves, got dressed, vanished the blanket and dropped the wards, they simply apparated back to the little house. The potions master prepared a dinner for them with magic, since they were both starving by the time they arrived.

His sweetheart watched in amazement as some of the various food items she brought over to her new home the previous day floated about, cut themselves up perfectly and arranged themselves around a small baking dish. Chicken legs with roasted vegetables it was. Within just a few seconds, their food was ready, looking amazing and smelling even better. They ate their fill in a comfortable silence until: "You know, this is spectacular, and I'd surely like to learn how to do it," she said quietly, "however, I actually quite enjoy cooking by hand." Aesop chuckled, piercing a baked potato onto his fork: "So do I. Many people do, this is just quick and convenient. And while it tastes alright, you'd be moaning at the taste was I to prepare it by hand," he spoke confidently. His young lover giggled into her food: "You can still make me moan tonight, if you want to."

Aesop very much wanted to.

Later, as they were coming down from their highs, snuggled perfectly in each other's arms, the professor took some time to reflect. He really could not remember the last time he had such an amazing birthday… he tended to even forget he had one, not having celebrated it since that fateful day twelve years ago. But today, despite his sweetheart not knowing that on this day, 45 years ago, Aesop Theodore Sharp took his first breath, she very much made him feel like the birthday boy.

He cuddled up even closer to her, his strong arms squeezing her frame, still hot from their previous activity. His lips found hers in a deep kiss and afterwards, the professor rested his forehead against her own, breathing the same air as her. "I want to thank you…" he said quietly, only for her ears to hear, "this was the best birthday I've had in years."

He could feel her body tensing immediately. "Today's your birthday?" she asked, raising her head to look at him. Her beautiful eyes were wide and filled with panic: "Why didn't you tell me? I don't- I don't even have a present for you." He quickly pulled her up for a kiss, stroking her back in a calming matter. "I haven't celebrated my birthday for a long time... And as for a present - why, you already gave it to me!" His sweetheart fixed him with a curious gaze and Aesop sighed: "To be able to hold you, kiss you, love you… this entire day was the greatest gift I could've asked for. To have your heart in my hands, that is the most precious thing I've ever been given." 

The young woman sighed as well, and wrapped her delicate arms around him, nuzzling into his neck momentarily before raising her head up again, a brilliant smile on her face, a smile of love, devotion and incredible joy: "Still, we should celebrate. You deserve a day to be spoiled rotten!" 

"You are already spoiling me rotten!"

"Hah, I try to, but we should still celebrate. Let me take you to the Three Broomsticks tomorrow for a meal. We can have a good bite, champagne, who knows, perhaps Sirona will be able to get us a cake!"

Aesop chuckled, his cheeks warming up somewhat. It was strange - the idea of actually celebrating his birthday after he hadn't done so for so long. However, as strange as it felt, he could already feel the pleasurable tickling of anticipation. "Alright…" he breathed then, "if you want to. But know that I would've been happy enough to just spend the day in your company." 

His sweetheart fixed him with an intense gaze, her eyes sincere: "I want to. Because I finally can. We spent so much time sneaking around, I long to finally be able to show how I feel openly. I want to grab your hand in mine when we walk together, I yearn to be able to kiss and hold you whenever I wish. And I really want to celebrate that on this day, the most incredible man was born. I don't know what I'd do without you here. Perhaps I wouldn't be here myself, if you hadn't gone to the Astronomy tower that day. You are an exceptionally beautiful existence, Aesop Sharp, and your birthday should be celebrated."

The potions master swallowed heavily, willing away the tears that threatened to form in his eyes. Her confession shook him to his core, and, in that moment, there was nothing he wanted more than to hold her in his arms. Aesop truly did not think he'd ever celebrate his birthday again. Since Ashley's death, he really thought that he wasn't entitled to do so. But perhaps his sweetheart hadn't been entirely wrong. Perhaps him saving her life tipped the scales a little. If Ashley could see him now… well, she'd probably smack his shoulder very hard and tell him to pull his head out of his arse and seize the chance he's been given, like a proper Slytherin would. In that moment, he felt a sense of peace wash over him, and his breathing slowly evened out.

"Alright, my sweet," he said only, as her face once more nuzzled into his shoulder, more than content to stay there. Aesop breathed out slowly, his arms wrapping around the young woman's body in a protective manner.

The room was dark and Aesop could hear sounds of the village outside falling asleep. He could hear faint music coming from the Three Broomsticks, and he heard silent voices caught in a conversations, as their owners passed by the little house. The air smelled sweet with the sun having warmed it the entire day. Aesop closed his eyes, basking in the feeling of love, of comfort.

The next day, his sweetheart did exactly as she promised. She walked with him into the Three Broomsticks, hand in hand, looking proud and happy. She kissed him out in the open, before they even opened the door to the pub, absolutely uncaring to whoever saw them. The look she gave him afterwards… Aesop realised that she did want to do that for some time. That the fact that she was his own filled her with pride. That the young woman, who defeated a troll during the first week of her studies, willingly gave her heart to one ex-Auror potions professor. In a moment of giddy madness, Aesop grabbed her around the waist, dipped her ever so slightly, and snogged the living daylights out of her.

"Are you quite done? Your stew's getting cold," came the voice of Sirona Ryan, who was leaning against the doorframe with a mischievous look in her eyes. Aesop fixed his sweetheart with a curious look. 

"I may have written to professor Hecat to ask what's your favourite food when you were still sleeping," she admitted with a shy smile, "and I also may have written to Sirona, asking her to prepare it for you, as well as get us a cake afterwards." Sirona watched the scene unfold before her eyes, a big smile on her face: "Happy birthday, Professor Sharp." "Thank you, Sirona." 

It truly seemed his life was to be filled with strong-willed and strong-minded women. He was quite the lucky man.

July 1st 1908 

It was morning in the Sharp household and a summer breeze gently blew through the open window of Mr and Mrs Sharp's bedroom. The gentle sound of birds chirping could be heard but didn't wake the occupants of the bedroom, currently soundly asleep in each other's arms. A sound did manage to rouse Mrs Sharp though. The pitter patter of little feet and the creaking of floorboards. 

Someone was awake. Actually, judging by the sound of it, more than one of the children was on the move. She knew the children had been looking forward to surprising their father with breakfast in bed for his birthday, but she hadn't managed to piece together much more than that. She didn't know what they were planning to prepare, and thought it would probably be best if she made her way downstairs to assist or, at the very least, supervise.

As gently as she could, she tried to extricate herself from her husband's grip without waking him up. It was still early and she wanted to let him sleep for a little bit. Aesop had other plans though, having been woken by his wife's feeble attempt at leaving their shared bed. 

"Where do you think you're going, darling?"

He pulled her towards him and held her close, her back completely flush against his front. She could feel his morning arousal as he kissed her neck. 

"You weren't just going to leave me to wake up by myself, today of all days."

He continued gently nipping at her neck, his fingers drawing lazy patterns on her skin. With a sigh, she melted into his embrace and he took the opportunity to gently turn her on her back, moving his hands along her body and moving his kisses to her collarbones, her body semi-trapped underneath his large frame.

It had taken some number of years, but eventually (F/N) had managed to convince her husband that his birthday was a day that deserved to be celebrated, and he eventually got to enjoy being the center of attention for just this one day a year. Perhaps a little too much at times! It seemed as though he was already quite eager to unwrap his birthday present from her.

This morning, though, as much as she enjoyed the way his kisses and touch were slowly lighting her body on fire, as much as she wanted to give in and give him what he wanted, what they both wanted, she knew she needed to make her way downstairs, before their children would have the chance to set fire to the kitchen. However the feeling of her husband's very experienced hands making their way towards her more sensitive areas, the knowledge that his mouth would soon follow, was enough to make her momentarily forget about the possible disaster that she would find downstairs should she choose to indulge her husband.

"Aesop I-"

"Hmmm"

Aesop knew what he was doing. He trailed kisses down her abdomen and she knew then and there that she had lost the battle. She'd deal with the chaos later. Right now there was only one person that existed in the world and that person was about to…

CLANG!

The loud sound coming from the kitchen put an instant end to the couple's morning's activities, their arousal instantly replaced with concern. Concern for the structural integrity of their home, as well as the safety of its occupants. Aesop begrudgingly made his way back up to the head of the bed.

"I should go investigate that."

"Probably a good idea. Let's go see what the rascals are up to now."

"YOU are going to stay right here, sir, and act surprised when the children bring you whatever it is they planned on making you for your birthday breakfast. I will go downstairs and make sure we still have a house by the time they're done."

Aesop gave her a mock pout as his wife quickly got herself dressed for the morning.

"Don't worry, love. I'll make sure you get to unwrap your birthday present… after the rascals are in bed."

One quick kiss from his wife before she swiftly left the room and quietly closed the door.

Aesop heard his older son speak right outside the bedroom door, he had probably been on the way to ask for his mother's help with whatever it was the children had planned.

"Is he still asleep, Mum?"

His wife whispered

"Still sound asleep, dear."

"Brilliant!"

"Shhhhhh"

Eleazar lowered his voice

"Right. Quiet"

"Let's get downstairs"

Down they went and Aesop was left with his thoughts. He could hear the faint buzzing of his family in the kitchen, his wife no doubt deferring to their children's plans for his breakfast and letting them do as much as they were able to manage on their own. He remembered his birthday breakfast in bed from the previous year with fondness. A half burnt over-salted omelet along with biscuits (slightly undercooked), tea (weak) and a bowl of strawberries he ended up having to surrender to his 3 year old twins. It had been quite unpalatable, but seeing the pride in his children's eyes when they had told him they had cooked everything themselves had made the meal the best birthday breakfast he had ever had. He knew the children would outdo themselves this year.

He had been a father for a whole decade by now, but sometimes he still couldn't believe that the rambunctious bunch that was currently being supervised by his darling wife, those four bundles of joy and chaos, were his. That this was his life now. He had known as a young man that he wanted children and had given up on this dream at one point of his life. He had never expected though, that he could love these four little people as much as he did.

He was pulled out of his reverie by the smell of bacon. Wonderful, he thought, one can only mess up bacon so much! He knew his family would enter the bedroom any minute now to “wake him up” so Aesop laid down on his side of the bed, turned away from the door and closed his eyes. He heard the door creak open.

“He’s still sleeping”

“Shhhhh”

“Wait, no we need to wake him up!”

“I can do it!”

“Alright dear but be gentle”

“Okay Mum”

“Thedodore don’t jump on-”

Aesop felt the bed dip and braced himself for what he was sure was an incoming tackle from a rambunctious four year old.

“Hmphhh”

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD!”

“My birthday isn’t until next week Theodore”

The boy stood up and looked at his mother in confusion

“He’s just pulling your leg, dear”

“That’s right, I’m just” Aesop physically tugged at his son’s legs, causing him to land flat on his back on the soft bed and dissolve in a fit of giggles “messing with you!”

The former professor looked at his family. Everyone was still in their pajamas, some of his children's clothes bearing the proof of their efforts in making his breakfast, little spots of dried batter the most evident. Both his daughters' hair were still in the braids he had woven the previous evening, now with stray strands sticking out in odd directions from their slumber. Theodore obviously hadn't brushed his hair yet, while Eleazar looked as put together as he usually did, wearing a light dressing gown and bearing the least bits of Aesop's breakfast on his clothes. He caught his wife's eyes - they were shining with pride. She was, of course, completely clean, her silky dressing gown as pristine as it had been before she left the bedroom. 

Four pairs of his own brown eyes stared up at him with excitement and anticipation, and Aesop felt his heart swell when he saw the perfect mix of himself and his wife in each of their beautiful children.

Maggie approached her father with a tray.

“We made you breakfast in bed!”

Aesop took a look at the tray from his daughter and from what he could see, the children HAD outdone themselves. He was right about the bacon, there were also scrambled eggs, pancakes, a lovely fruit salad, a cup of tea, and a small bowl filled with chocolate chips. 

“I cooked the eggs and the bacon and I tried to flip the first pancake, but it didn’t turn out nice, so we tossed it, then Mum helped me make the second one but the one on top I did all by myself!”

“That’s wonderful Maggs.”

“And (F/N) and Theo were in charge of mixing the fruit salad and filling the chocolate chips.” 

“That salad looks expertly mixed, thank you. Eleazar, what did you do to help?”

“I measured out everything for the pancake batter AND I brewed the tea. I even used the scales like you taught me!” 

Eleazar spoke with great pride. Last year his father had started to teach him the basics of potionmaking and the lad had taken to the craft like a fish to water. Aesop took a sip of his tea.

“That’s some very good tea, Thank you Eleazar”

The boy beamed.

The twins each sat on one side of him and Aesop made sure to grab himself a handful of chocolate chips before the inevitable happened and he’d have to surrender the sweets to his youngest children. 

“Alright, everyone, let’s let Dad eat his breakfast in peace now. Then we can all have fun. Shop’s closed today so we get to keep Dad all to ourselves for the day.”

(F/N) herded the children out of the bedroom and handed Aesop what was left of his little bowl of sweets. 

“Enjoy your food, darling, I’ll get the little ones dressed then we can do whatever it is you’d like.”

She gave him a kiss before leaving the room. Aesop was pleased to find out that everything had been seasoned well this year, most likely due to Eleazar’s precise measurement of ingredients. Once his breakfast had been eaten, Aesop got dressed and did his morning hygiene before joining his family downstairs, empty tray in hand. The weather seemed nice, perhaps they could go to the beach for a picnic and a swim.

The potions master walked into the kitchen, which actually bore less signs of the breakfast preparation than his children's clothes did. No doubt his wife's prompt work with a wand. His eyes were caught by the sight of many moving photographs displayed on a shelf. Aesop stopped for a moment, looking at the pictures fondly. The photo with Ashley taken 28 years ago on this very day was proudly standing among other happy photos. There was a picture of him and his wife on their wedding day, grinning at each other,  both looking incredible as well as incredibly in love. His sweetheart still looked at him this way, even 12 years after that beautiful June day, and he knew he did as well. There were the newer pictures, his children at various ages, from mere babies and toddlers, to a very recent photo of Maggie holding a very fluffy Puffskein. And then, there were some older ones, too. A moving photo of young Aesop, taken the day he got into the Auror program, looking proud and confident, as well as a single completely still photo of his dear wife, taken by a Muggle camera.

Aesop deposited the tray into the sink and with a flick of his wand, the dishes got to cleaning themselves. His wife walked towards him and put her arms around his abdomen, pressing herself against his back.

“You’re not supposed to be doing any dishes today.”

“It’s nothing, besides you already have your hands full with the children.”

“They can take care of themselves… mostly.”

Aesop turned around to face his wife. They had circled the sun many times together but she still looked as young and beautiful as the day he married her.

“I was thinking I’d like to take everyone to the coast for lunch, let the children play in the water.”

“Only the children?”

“I suppose we could also go for a dip, for old time’s sake.”

“I think that can be arranged.”

He leaned in and captured her lips in a quick kiss, before being interrupted by Maggie and Eleazar. 

"Dad, how old are you turning?" Aesop decided not to volunteer that information. The former teacher in him made him want to make his children work for the answer.

"Well let's see. I was born in the year 1848 and this is the year 1908."

The children to looked at their mother "Don't look at me, you know how to subtract."

The two eldest rushed to find the nearest quill and parchment and got to work, eager to get an answer to their burning question. 

Aesop let out a sigh. He was hitting a milestone today. "Oh come on, dear. If it makes you feel any better you don't look a day over fifty."

Aesop chuckled and pulled his wife close. "Thank you. It's strange, though. I don't feel old. Merlin knows I feel better now than I did for most of my thirties. My life significantly improved in my forties"

“I wonder what happened then”

“I met this incredible woman, you see, got to know her, fell in love with her, somehow she decided she’d entrust her heart to me. Sometimes I still don’t understand what she saw in an old cripple but - don’t give me that look, that’s what I was at the time - in any case, loving her was what turned my life around for the better. And now we have these incredible-”

“SIXTY!”

Both parents chuckled. “Well done, you two.” “That’s… six times as old as I am!” “I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that Magdala Dinah Sharp”

Later that day, the family of six found themselves at the beach, all four children playing in the water, both older siblings keeping an eye on the younger children whose swimwear had been enchanted to keep them afloat. Aesop and (F/N) sat on a blanket basking in the sunlight and taking in the scene.

The gentle rocking of waves filled the air around with a soft fizzing sound, broken by the cries of seagulls. Aesop could hear other birds singing from somewhere behind them in the trees. The sounds of nature combined with the giddy squeals and chattering of his children was like a symphony of absolute peace in Aesop's ears. He looked at his beloved, and saw her eyes reflecting the same utter contentment that was held in his own.

A thought crossed Aesop's mind and with a mischievous smile, he whispered in his wife’s ear “I’ll bet you a kiss I can beat you to the water”

She looked at him, her smile matching his own “Hmm I don't know… I wouldn't want to make you look bad on your birthday” she teased, but standing up as to indicate she accepted his challenge "We'll see about that…" the potions master teased back

The children watched with amusement as both their parents suddenly broke into a full blown sprint towards the sea when suddenly a faint “pop” was heard and Aesop disappeared, immediately appearing in the water, a few meters behind the children.

“You cheat!”

“We never said apparition wasn’t allowed” Aesop swam over to the children who were all giggling. (F/N) finished making her way towards the water before taking a few steps in. Once she was able to, she dove in and swam over to meet the rest of the family.

“I’ll be claiming that kiss now”

“You cheated. I think that kiss is mine to claim”

“As you wish”

Aesop made his way over to his wife, gently kissed her lips before moving around her and wrapping his arms around her waist, both of them watching the children resume their play, Eleazar and Maggie having apparently decided on a little swimming race of their own as the twins tried to keep up.

“Thank you.”

“Whatever for?”

“For today. For every day we get to spend together.”

A few days from then, Aesop and (F/N) would celebrate his birthday once more, sans children, in a private room at the Three Broomsticks surrounded by their close friends. Today, though, Aesop couldn’t imagine spending the day in better company. 

Years had passed since the incident that took his partner’s life and nearly took his own. Years had passed since the simple task of making it through the day appeared monumental. Years had passed since he had made the decision that another circle around the sun wasn’t something to celebrate but rather something to feel guilt over. Today however, he felt nothing but gratitude for those who had pulled him out of the abyss where he once dwelled, who had patiently walked beside him, and who had lifted him higher than he ever thought possible, so high, in fact, he swore he could touch the stars.

Fin.

@aesopsharpmybeloved: I'd like to thank everyone who took the time to read this story, and I'd especially like to thank @tea-withjamandbread who wrote with me. Being able to read the wonderful words she used and build this story (that I frankly love and will re-read many times myself) has meant so much to me and brought me a lot of joy. To everything we'll yet create together! &lt;3 -Tess

This story is also be available on AO3. We'll be very grateful for any feedback!

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[werewolfnightwalker]

I've written Author!Dabi, so how about Author!Hawks?

(Author Dabi Part One and Part Two)

Author Keigo, who writes children stories based on the fantasies he entertained himself with when he was trying to pretend he was anywhere but that falling down shack.

They're published under his real name so they're not tied to him.

But the author "Keigo Takami" is an award winning children's author, for his imaginative, fantastical stories that always have a hopeful message and a happy ending.

Even someone like Dabi has heard of him, at least in passing and seeing his books in every store.

He only discovered the connection after everything, when he learned Hawks' name. He thought the name sounded familiar when he first heard it, but it wasn't until after he'd repeated it to Hawks' face, after he'd burned off his wings, that he spotted one of the books in a window.

"The Boy Who Flew Through Stars, by Keigo Takami."

On an impulse, he took the book and took it home to read. It was a recent publication- just a few months prior, when Hawks and Dabi were in the middle of their song and dance and sex and deceit.

It was a short story about a boy who lived in a cage, and wished on stars to be free of the mean man that kept him in the cage. One night, he grew a pair of wings made of starlight. He flew into space where he had many fun adventures, and met a burned out star.

The boy gave the star the light from his wings, so that the star could burn brightly again. The star transformed into another boy, and the two of them, with their starry wings, flew into the great unknown, to find a place without mean men and cages, where stars always shone brightly.

Dabi found himself transfixed by the story book's pictures, of the little boy with golden hair and his friend, the star, who had white hair and blue eyes. Keigo- Hawks- hadn't even known about his true hair color back then, and yet…

On the final page, there was a picture of the two boys. Hand in hand, the blonde boy kissed the star boy's cheek, as six words were written out below them, the same six words that Keigo's stories always ended with:

"And they lived happily ever after."

Pulling his eyes up from the book's page, Dabi looked at the muted TV in front of him, the one he was using as a light to read by. On the screen, he saw Hawks, bandaged and bruised and wingless, as he stepped up to a podium to discuss the raid and his part in it.

"Happily ever after." Dabi whispered, unsure as to why his heart was breaking.

End.

A/N: Heyo! If you've liked this series of drabbles, or any of my other works, consider leaving me a tip! My birthday is in a few days and I'd really like to be able to get myself something nice. :) Thank you to everyone who supports my stories with reblogs/comments/likes!

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[fyodorloveclub]

.･*:｡ i lost my cool. .･*:｡

for anon, aka hirotsu enjoyer part of my 1k follower fic event!

↬ pairing: yandere stepbrother!chuuya x fem reader

↬ cw: dark content -- stepcest, semi-public sex, vaginal sex, fingering, creampie, boyfriend!dazai, chuuya is Mad!! 18+, minors dni !!

↬ summary: you bring a new boy home to meet your family and chuuya is not happy about it.

↬ wc: 1.7k

dark content disclaimer: this is entirely fiction with absolutely no reflection of reality! i do not condone this nor any other dc i write, pls just block or unfollow if you don't like it, and do NOT report or leave hate comments please!

Why you ever thought it was a good idea to bring home a boy to meet your family – well, a good idea to meet Chuuya – you’ll never know.

If only you had seen the look on his face when you called him to invite him over to your parents’ house for dinner to meet your new boyfriend, you’d maybe have thought twice. He was a good actor, though – his voice stayed sweet and saccharine as he reassured you that of course I’ll be there, darlin’ while his jaw tensed and eye twitched with the anger of a man who was being stolen from. You were his. You always had been, and always would be.

Your parents knew that you and your stepbrother Chuuya were close. You were the same age (you even had the same birthday), had similar interests growing up, and had the exact same sense of humor – of course you’d be inseparable. But they never knew how close. They never knew about all of the secret kisses and groping in the hallway, the shared baths and showers, and how he had taken your virginity on your 18th birthdays.

Things started to get harder though when you moved to university and Chuuya moved out to go work for the PM (whatever that was), and you saw each other less and less. You still would occasionally go spend the weekend in his incredibly lavish penthouse where you almost never left the bedroom, but other than that, seeing him in person became increasingly rare.

So, when he stepped out of a meeting with the Flags when he heard your special ringtone play from his phone only to be told that he was supposed to meet your new boyfriend the next day, he was rightfully pissed. No, enraged. He’d show up, but only to put you in your place.

“Mom? Dad? Chuuya?” you called as you opened the front door to your parents house and peaked your head in.

Your mother rushed down the hallway to greet you, a bright smile on her face as she gathered you into a hug.

“Welcome home, darling! And who might this be?” she asked, shifting her eyes to the man that stood behind you.

“Mom, this is my boyfriend, Dazai!”

“Hello!” Dazai exclaimed in his ever so charming, boyish voice as he reached out a bandaged hand to shake hers. She giggled as she accepted the handshake.

“Well, dinner’s just about ready, would you like to join your father and Chuuya at the table?”

You nod before taking Dazai’s hand and leading him to the kitchen table. Your dad got up to hug the both of you, while Chuuya just sat in his chair, arms crossed and eyes narrowed.

“Who the fuck is this guy?” Chuuya barked.

“Chuuya,” your mother scolded. Dazai just chuckled.

“Chuuya, I’ve heard so much about you!” Dazai chirped, reaching out to offer him a handshake. Chuuya didn’t budge. You didn’t notice the taunting tone in Dazai’s voice, but Chuuya certainly did.

“What’s wrong with your eye?” Chuuya continued to instigate, motioning towards the bandages that wrapped around Dazai’s head. “Do somethin’ stupid?”

“Chuuya, come on,” you pleaded, pouting at him. He meant so much to you, you really wanted his approval. He only rolled his eyes.

Dinner didn’t show much improvement, either. Your parents immediately loved Dazai, his naturally charming personality winning them over as he chattered away about how the two of you met, everything you were doing at uni, and all the perfect dates you had been on.

Chuuya just picked at his food with a sour look on his face as Dazai asked him all about what it was like growing up with you, only answering in short, snippy sentences. He was pissed.

“I’ll be right back, gonna run to the bathroom,” Chuuya grunted at one point, cutting Dazai off in the middle of a sentence.

As soon as you heard the door shut behind him, your phone buzzed.

‘Come to the bathroom, now.’ The text read. You just furrowed your eyebrows.

‘Why?’

‘Just do what I say.’ You had a slight feeling of what was on Chuuya’s mind.

Purposely spilling a bit of wine on your skirt, you stood up from the table and ran off, under the excuse that you were going to change clothes.

As you opened the door to the bathroom slowly, Chuuya grabbed you by the wrist and yanked you inside, locking the door.

“What the fuck, Chuu-”

Before you could even finish your sentence, your stepbrother was pushing you against the wall and crushing his lips against yours.

“Think you can jus’ run away from my like that? Find yourself some new fuckhead, replace me like that?” he growled against your lips, his grip tightening around your wrist.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“That new dumbass, Dazai,” he mocked. “Break up with him already. You’re mine.”

You were unable to respond, gasping as he was kissing you once again. You had forgotten how good it felt to have Chuuya’s lips on yours, how much it really felt like home. You couldn’t help but melt into the kiss, as vicious as it was.

You were taken by surprise when all of a sudden Chuuya was folding you over the bathroom counter and lifting your skirt up, revealing the skimpy, lacy panties you were wearing. Chuuya growled.

“Wearing these for your perfect little boyfriend, huh? Wanted to show off your pretty pussy for him like this? Too bad I’m gonna ruin it for him.”

“Chuuya, no, that’s not w-”

You heard a dramatic rip as Chuuya tore off your panties and tossed them aside, leaving you completely bare in front of him. You squeezed your eyes shut as he crudely shoved his fingers through your folds, prodding at your hole. He used his other hand to palm himself through his jeans, a bulge slowly forming.

“Can’t help but get wet for your brother, huh? Even like this? with your boyfriend just a few rooms over? Slut.”

All you could do was whine in response. You hated that he was right. That the second his lips were on yours again you couldn’t help but get turned on, suddenly reminded of all the nights he had taken you over and over again, until you could barely walk the next day.

Your head fell hard against the counter as he pushed two fingers inside your hole without warning, pulling involuntary whines from you.

“Shit, gotta make this fast,” Chuuya grumbled to himself, unzipping his pants.

And before you could even reflect on his words, his fingers were suddenly replaced with his cock, shoving every inch into you all at once. His hand flew to your mouth to muffle the scream he knew was coming as you struggled hard to accommodate for him inside you.

“Shh, darling, gotta keep quiet, right? Don’t want your boyfriend hearing your brother fuck you good.”

Not willing to wait for any sort of response, Chuuya pulled nearly all the way out before thrusting into you again, his hand clamping even tighter over your mouth. You clenched hard around his cock, overwhelmed by the searing pain of taking his large cock with almost no prep, but also the startling pleasure of his familiar cock rubbing against your walls.

You whimpered and whined as he built up a quick rhythm, bruises blossoming on your hips as he rammed you into the edge of the bathroom counter over and over. His hands roamed up your sides before snaking under your stomach to pinch at your nipples, making you squeal.

“Did you miss having your brother like this?” he goaded.

“Mmhmm, mmhmm,” you whined, nodding. “Fuck, god, I missed this.”

It was impossible to deny the guilt that washed over you as you cheated on your boyfriend with your stepbrother, but equally impossible to deny how good it felt to fall back into something so familiar and easy. Something you didn’t realize you missed as much as you did.

“Feels so-so fucking good, Chuu.”

“I know it does, baby, I know it does,” he cooed.

Chuuya’s once livid demeanor had slowly melted into a sweet, caring one as having you again reminded him how much he truly loved you. Now he gently pet your hair and hugged you close as he fucked you. His goal was still reminding you of who you truly belonged to, but he wanted to make you feel good too.

It was working, too – electricity swirled through your veins as he rocked his hips into you, knowing just how to angle his thrusts to hit your sweet spot over and over again.

“Now I gotta make sure everyone knows your mine, baby.”

Suddenly you felt his lips on the side of your neck, right underneath your jaw, sucking the skin into his mouth.

“N-no Chuuya, everyone will see,” you whimpered.

“That’s the point, darlin’,” he whispered.

You yelped as he sucked hard, thrusts never stopping as his teeth sunk into the sensitive skin.

“You’re mine. You understand that?” he demanded.

“Yes, yes Chuuya, I get it. I’m yours, yours only.” Your voice was broken and pitiful, and the words went straight to his cock.

“Shit baby, I’m gonna cum soon,” he groaned. “Gonna fuck all my cum right into your tummy.”

“Pleasepleaseplease.”

His hips stuttered then met flush with your ass as he came hard, shooting thick, hot ropes of cum into your welcoming cunt. He fell against your back, both breathless as you came down from your highs.

“Don’t betray me like that again, baby, okay?” he demanded, lips right against the shell of your ear.

“Okay, Chuuya, I won’t I swear.”

You both laid there for a moment, Chuuya hugging you close to his chest as he kept his softening cock plugged inside you. Despite the awkward position you nuzzled in closer to his touch, comforted by the familiar feeling of his body wrapped around yours.

Both of you were suddenly snapped out of your haze when you heard a loud knock against the bathroom door, and a familiar huff.

“Umm,” Dazai called from the other side of the door. “You guys done yet in there?”

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