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ilovebeing-weird · 3 years

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Fluffy Saturday 3

Cuddles make everything better

Thanks to @tim-drake-is-underrated who wrote and edited this with me!!! I know this is not a Saturday, but better late than never :D!!!!

Marinette was in pain and she was bleeding. Unfortunately, this was normal and she couldn't do anything other than just woman up and take it. She was on her periods. And it hurt like hell. She had cramps, bad cramps. All she wanted was to die now.

Fortunately, she had beaten Hawkmoth and was on a break right now. In Gotham. She was taking a break in Gotham?! You mean the crime capital, Gotham? Like where the most dangerous villains stay, that Gotham?!

Yes to all of the above. She was on a break in Gotham with her fiance and his family.

She was celebrating with her lovely nerdy fiance Tim and his family. They helped her a lot in discovering who Hawkmoth was. She and Tim met when he was in Paris for a business meeting with MDC, or her. Their meeting went well and soon she was collaborating with Wayne Enterprises.

"Bean? You okay?" Tim came into the room they were sharing in the Wayne Manor.

"No, I am in pain," Marinette said, making grabby hands at him.

"What’s wrong?" Tim climbed into their bed and took her in his lap.

Marinette immediately clung to him. "I am on my periods and I have really bad cramps." Marinette snuggled into Tim's chest while he rubbed her back.

"That sounds hard babe. You know what? Lie down and I'll grab you a hot water bottle. Okay?" Marinette got off his lap with a 'hm' sound and Tim kissed her forehead.

"I love you."

"Love you more Bean." Tim plugged in the heating bag and grabbed some chocolates from the cupboard. "I've heard chocolates help during these times? I don't know how, but do you want some?"

"Where did you know all of this? And yes, I would love some chocolates."

"I do have a sister and some female friends and you're not the first person I have ever dated, Bean."

"Valid." Only someone as sweet as Tim would understand that periods are painful and that the females are not being drama queens when they say that it hurts. That the women or girls are not weak when they are in pain because the cramps are so bad.

"Okay, the bottle is warm now."

"Thanks a lot, Timmy. You're really sweet." Marinette put the bottle on her stomach and Tim gave her the chocolates. She once again made grabby hands at Tim. "Cuddle me. I want cuddles."

"If it will make it better."

"Cuddles make everything better." Before Tim was even fully laid down, Marinette had snuggled into him. "Why are you so adorable Timmy?"

"You think I am adorable?"

"If I didn't think you were adorable I wouldn't have said yes to marrying you." Tim kissed the crown of Marinette's head. It was peaceful for a while before Marinette winced in pain because damn it hurt so much. She snuggled even more into Tim. "I hate it."

"I’m sure it's painful Bean, but it's gonna be okay. Do you need any meds?" Marinette just shook her head.

"Just stay here with me? Physical contact makes it better."

"I got you."

Time passed by and before long Marinette was asleep. He glanced at her and chuckled. She was adorable even when she slept. He took out his phone and began scrolling through it. There were emails about work, a lot of them. He ignored them in favour of admiring his sweet fiancée.

Some time passed and Marinette stirred. Tim looked at her, concerned. She groaned, her face scrunching up in pain. “What’s wrong, Bean?” Tim asked, rubbing her back comfortingly, silently telling her she was not alone and that he’s got her.

"It's really painful. I don't think I'll be able to fall asleep again."

"Do you wanna do something else? Like watch movies?" Tim asked, softly. He wished he could take away her pain. Sadly, he couldn't.

"Yeah, That sounds great." Marinette looked at Tim and she was glad that he was there with her. She didn't know what she'd do without him. "Thanks for always being here with me, Tim. I love you."

"I love you too. I can't wait for us to get married and start a family of our own." Marinette blushed. She had thought about that way many times, but discussing it- it felt real. She was going to be married to the love of her life.

Tim chuckled. He liked messing with her. She always got so flustered and adorable. "You're adorable when you're blushing like that." Marinette playfully shoved him away, groaning in pain from the sudden movement. Tim lost his playful-ness and grew concerned. “Bean?? Is everything okay?? I’m so sorry- did I hurt you??-”

"It's okay mon canard. You can never hurt me. It’s the stupid cramps again. I hate being a woman."

Tim immediately softened up, bringing her more close. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

"Just stay with me? that's all I need." Marinette said, looking into his eyes.

"Of course, Bean. Always. In sickness and in health." He said, tenderly kissing her forehead.

She snuggled up to him, closing her eyes in content. "You're really hot."

Tim smirked. "Thanks, for finally acknowledging the fact."

Marinette looked at him for a minute, before she turned red again "Not like that! I mean you’re warm, silly!"

Tim laughed and looked at her touching his nose to her. "You're adorable, like a chipmunk."

“Tiiiim!” Marinette whined. “How dare you tease me when I’m so miserable!” Tears started flowing out of her eyes. Damn the stupid period hormones.

Tim rushed to comfort her. "I am so sorry, Bean! I didn't mean to make you cry! I was just messing with you! I’m sorry if I said something wrong!" He took her hands off her eyes and gently wiped her tears away. "Don't cry."

She sniffled "I'm sorry, it's just these damn hormones going haywire. I don't know what to do anymore."

"Don't worry about it, I’m here for you." Marinette sniffled again and buried her face in his chest. They stayed like that for a while until Marinette was ready to get up.

"Let's go now," Marinette said, getting up. But, her legs wouldn't let her. They hurt on getting up. She was about to fall, but before she could fall Tim caught her.

"You okay?" Tim asked, concerned. She has to deal with it every month. And she had to deal with it, without him, without any help. That thought alone distressed him.

“It huurts,” She whined. Tim looked at her and decided that he couldn’t let her be in any more pain than she already is in. Without warning her he carried her bridal style. Her head snuggled into his chest.

"You comfy?" Tim asked gently. At her nod, they went out the door. He was going to spoil her till she couldn’t take it anymore. She didn’t deserve any of the pain, and he’d be damned if he didn’t try to take her pain away. Now they had one mission, don't let his brothers see them. They were annoying and wouldn't stop teasing his Bean, and she was in no condition to deal with that right now.

They stopped in the kitchen to grab some snacks, hot tea and some chocolates, in case Mari wanted any. “Anything else you want?” He asked, softly looking at the love of his life.

"Your love." Mari said, giggling a little.

"You already have all of it." Tim said back, softly kissing her forehead. If Marinette was not being carried by him she would've fallen on the floor in a puddle of goo from the look he gave her. It was so full of love and adoration, that look was reserved just for her. That thought made her even more happy.

There was a silent atmosphere, before there was a loud bang sound, that startled them. "Die demon spawn!"

"-TT- taking you in was father's biggest mistake!"

"Guys please don't fight."

"Shut up Dickhead!" "Shut up Grayson!"

Marinette involuntarily flinched from the noise, burying herself into Tim to try and block it out. Before Tim could say anything, Dick entered the kitchen. He paused, taking one look at Mari and her face, which was red and blotchy from pain and crying, he made a knowing face which immediately morphed into one of sympathy “Timmy!” He chided. “Put her down. She’s in pain!”

Tim gave Dick a deadpan look “That's why I have carried her, Dick.”

“Well you’re clearly not doing it right! She’s in pain!”

"You don't know anything, Dick. Mari, should I keep you down? Are you uncomfortable?" Mari, who had buried her face in his chest, looked at him.

"If you are tired, but I am not uncomfortable. I like it like this." Tim smirked at Dick.

"But she's crying."

"She is on her period, Dick. She has bad cramps. Now get out of here before I kill you."

“AWWW! MY LITTLE BROTHER’S ALL GROWN UP!!”

“I can’t say the same thing about you. A wife and kid and you’re still 8 years old.”

“hEY!-”

“Shhhhhh” Mari shushed. “My head hurts!”

"Sorry, Bean." Tim said, adjusting her. "Let's go because someone won't leave us alone." He said pointedly looking at Dick. Marinette waved at Dick.

"Hey Sunshine!" It was peaceful once again before an angry Damian came running.

"GRAYSON! I demand that you tell father to emancipate Todd, right this moment!"

"I am not his son anyway! And neither do I care if he throws me out or not. He has done it once, he can do it twice."

"Li'l D, Little wing, is everything okay? And please don't make so much noise."

"Nothing's okay Grayson!"

"Guys, please don't make so much noise."

"Pixie are you okay? Did Tim do anything? Do I need to skin a Red Robin?"

"What did you do to Malaki, Drake! Did you hurt her?!"

"Why does everyone assume that I hurt her? She has cramps and we’re going now. No, you guys cannot come with us." With that said, Tim made his way to the movie room with Mari still in his arms.

He carefully put Marinette down with the snacks and covered her in blankets. The evening went by with Tim catering to Mari’s every need and Mari finally falling asleep, with Tim’s arm protectively draped over her.

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emeraldtawny · 5 years

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IkeVam Headcanons: Meeting MC’s parents for the first time

Fluffy Friday tiiiime~! More IkeVam headcanons, this time of them meeting MC’s parents! We’re just going to assume that they followed MC to the future and also we’re going to completely ignore that they are famous historical figures otherwise these poor parents will have lots of questions gnreiknerdh

Napoleon

Golden Boy number one. Despite being a little nervous, he’ll be calm and prepared to face your parents.

He has waged war and almost conquered Europe. How hard can meeting your parents be?

He’ll be pulling nervously at his collar as you both walk up to the front door, but after a quick deep breath, he’ll look completely normal and ready to face anything.

“Hello, and Bonjour. My name is Napoleon Bonaparte. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Your parents will be blown away by his politeness and that magnetic charisma of his will have them hooked. He’ll keep conversation with them perfectly fine and the way both of your parents smile seems to suggest only good things.

When dinner is over, he’s on his feet ready to help clear away the dishes, asking your parents about the food and any recipes they used.

Of course, when embarrassing stories of your childhood are brought into the mix, he’s trying but failing miserably to contain his laughter and everyone else is laughing too, both at the stories and at Napoleon’s contagious laughter.

Throughout the evening, he’s well-behaved in regards to touching you, but he still sneaks in a peck to your cheek when some of your dessert misses its mark. He’s grinning at how flustered you are, but your parents just find it super sweet.

They don’t have a single bad thing to say about him and you can’t help beaming in pride for him. As the night ends and as soon as you close the door to your parent’s house, he sweeps you up into a hug and sighs out how that was the hardest thing he has ever done in his life.

You grin and tell him he did wonderfully and he just laughs exhaustedly into your hair before pressing a kiss to your cheek. You both walk back to your home hand in hand with your parents’ approval lightening the air around you both.

Mozart

This one will micromanage until the moment his knuckles rap against your parents’ door. He’ll be close to interrogating you on what your parents like, dislike, conversations to avoid; anything to ensure this goes well.

You tell him that this isn’t like meeting the lords and nobles from his past and that he just needs to be himself. While he doesn’t seem convinced, he sighs but agrees on the condition that he can keep holding your hand when he needs to draw strength.

When the day finally comes, you’re almost convinced a stiff breeze could knock him over. He’s clutching your hand like a lifeline as he knocks on the door.

“Hello. I am Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart. Your daughter has told me many things about you. It’s a true pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

His ‘speaking to nobility’ switch will be on while his guards are up, but he’ll still be able to make polite enough conversation. However, as soon as your mother asks about his profession as a musician, he comes into his own element and instantly relaxes as discussions of his concerts and experiences go back and forth.

You’ll notice how his grip on your hand loosens more and more as the night goes on, but he only lets go when dinner is served (and your parents are completely floored by his exemplary table manners) and even then, he returns to holding your hand, his fingers intertwined with yours.

When Mozart excuses himself for a moment, your parents ask if he’s always this clingy, to which you giggle and say he’s just nervous. They add onto it saying he has a wonderful smile when he looks at you and they know he’ll treat you right.

When the night is over and you’re both making your way home, Mozart squeezes your hand tight and asks if you think he won their approval. You grin and tease him saying you don’t think so (to which he almost deflates) you KNOW so because they told you. Breath returns to his lungs and he scolds you for scaring him before he squeezes your hand again, more tenderly this time, seemingly unaware of the relieved smile on his face.

Leonardo

As soon as you bring up that your parents want to be introduced to him, he just kind of shrugs at you, saying all will be fine and nothing can go wrong.

No matter how much you want to believe him, you aren’t convinced. And after some rather forceful pleading, he relents and agrees to do whatever you tell him to be the “model boyfriend”.

He still complains when you take his cigarillos away from him...and wonders how the hell you managed to convince Comte to help you with taking away every single one, even those he thought were hidden and only known to him.

On the day of the dinner, you’re still nervous wondering if you did enough to ensure things will go well. Leonardo pats your head and sends you a grin, telling you in his usual easy-going way that he’ll convince them he’s the one for you. You practically feel your heart drop as your parents open the door.

“Good evening. Leonardo Da Vinci. Piacere di conoscerla.”

You blink and gape at the formal greeting and how he makes it seem like it’s his usual way of speaking. When your parents ask you what’s wrong, you can see Leonardo’s shoulders shaking trying to hold back laughter.

In his usual fashion, he’ll make himself right at home (on the couch, thankfully), his legs crossed and an arm around your waist pulling you close. You’ll get an eyebrow raise from your parents but nothing more.

They’ll be impressed by his odd mix of maturity and open-mindedness, some interesting ethical and scientific conversations coming up throughout the evening with one of the fathers of the Renaissance.

He’ll even notice and offer to fix the broken clock on the wall, but not before squeezing your waist and dusting a kiss to your temple. You watch him dubiously, but can’t stop your smile forming as you watch him in his element. Your parents can see the light in yours and Leonardo’s eyes as you sneak glances at each other all night and they know you’re in good hands.

As the night ends and you make your way home, his shoulders collapse with his sigh and he rubs his head, saying you have to repay him for making him suffer through withdrawal for this. You smile as you wrap your arms around one of his, just happy that the evening went so well.

Arthur

You are genuinely nervous to introduce him to your parents. He basically radiates playboy energy and you don’t want your parents to see him and immediately disapprove because of his past reputation.

He assures you that he will be on his “very best behaviour”, but you still warn him to be civil and to keep his frisky hands where they can be seen.

When the day comes, he’s as calm and composed as ever and as soon as the door opens, he slips his arm around your shoulders and pulls you close.

“Good evening to you both. I’m Arthur Conan Doyle. It’s wonderful to finally meet the people who brought ___ into this world and into my life.”

His charming grin doesn’t stop your parents’ eyes from narrowing a little and you sigh under your breath, knowing you have your work cut out for you.

The evening goes smoothly enough, conversations being lively and non-stop with no shortage of grins from the Brit. He gives book recommendations to your parents and all seems fine.

When the dreaded question of his past antics is brought up by your father, you visibly tense. But Arthur is quick to take your hand and declare that he wouldn’t dare break your heart and that he’ll prove his words to be true with his actions by loving you with all he has.

Both you and your parents baulk, but he quickly laughs off the serious atmosphere and restores the calm conversation.

When your parents move into the kitchen to clear away the dishes, he suddenly reaches for your hand and you notice how shaky he is.

“Th-this is going well, right? Do you think they like me? Because the last thing I ever want is for the people who raised you to disapprove of our relationship. I...well, to be frank, I don’t think I could take it.”

You sigh and give him a quick kiss to his forehead and whisper to him that he’s doing amazing; all whilst your parents stand in the kitchen having heard every word, and smiling in silent relief that the man you love isn’t as bad as his past suggests.

Vincent

Golden Boy number two. You actually call up your parents beforehand to warn them about him and to be prepared for cavities.

He’s genuinely excited to meet your parents and he even prepares a couple of small landscape paintings to give to them as a gift.

On the day itself, he will be nervous, especially standing in front of the door. You give him a kiss on his cheek and tell him that he has nothing to worry about and he instantly relaxes like magic.

“Ah, good evening. My name is Vincent Van Gogh. I hope I can show you just how much love I have for your daughter, and that you can give me your blessing to keep making her happy.”

Your parents very quickly realise just how right your warning was. When he hands over the paintings with a smile like sunshine, you have to laugh at your mother trying not to coo over him.

The evening goes so smoothly, you’re almost convinced it isn’t real. Your parents were slightly concerned about his profession as a painter being a bit too unstable, but he assuages their worries with talks of his latest exhibition and ones upcoming. Vincent gushes about how he can still be with you even when you travel for your work because his work usually lets him travel as well, and the pure love in his voice when he says that leaves you a blushing mess and both of your parents smiling at how happy you seem.

When they ask about his family, he turns slightly bashful and says that the close family vibe he feels between you and your parents wasn’t a luxury he experienced growing up. He adds that he doesn’t wish to steal you away from them and only wants to make you happy.

“We all love her...so as people who love her, let's do our best to make her happy" (credit to @snow--blanket for this lovely line~)

Ending the night with Vincent receiving a handshake from your father and your mother whispering into your ear that he’s a keeper and he’s welcome back anytime, your steps are practically weightless as you both leave.

When Vincent pulls you closer and asks in a hushed voice if you think it went well, you throw your arms around his neck and say it couldn’t have gone any better. His breath catches before he laughs in relief and hugs you back.

Theodorus

He’ll brush it off as no big deal, but on the inside he is just...screaming.

He knows better than anyone how abrasive he can be, and the absolute last thing he wants is to get on your parents’ bad side from the very first meeting.

Will he tell you this? Of course not. He’ll just casually hang around you when you’re on the phone to your parents to pick up on any clues he can.

Does he call Arthur and ask him to collect information on them in exchange for him paying the next drinking tab? Who knows...Arthur certainly doesn’t ;3

On the day he’ll be his normal self, his hands stuffed deep into his pockets as you walk beside him. As he rings the doorbell, you jokingly tell him not to call you hondje or knabbeltje for the whole night, to which he only scoffs at.

“Hello. Theodorus Van Gogh, but just Theo is fine. Hope we can get to know each other better.”

Whilst a little crude, you’re still impressed at how polite he sounds compared to what you’re used to. As you walk inside, you freeze as he slips your coat from your shoulders without so much as a word and hangs both yours and his coat on the coat rack. Your parents hardly seem to notice, but you’re suddenly frazzled at this new polite image of the usually grouchy yet kind Theo.

The night continues in the same way. No teasing of wanting a treat, no dog-related nicknames; at this point, you were almost convinced he’s been replaced. Your suspicions heighten with how easily he seemed to be getting along with your parents as well.

As soon as they leave to clear away the dishes, you cup his cheeks and pull his face to look at you, your eyebrows furrowing further when he doesn’t even try to retaliate like normal.

When you ask him what he’s doing and why he’s acting so weird, he just sighs deeply and admits that he has been worried of what your parents would say if they heard him calling you a dog so he decided to tone it down.

You smile and kiss his forehead, telling him that, while you admit the dog nicknames would have been a weird discussion, your parents would see how clearly he loves you, and how you love him. He grumbles under his breath as he moves his hands to place them over yours.

“I did it for you, mangy hondje. Just enjoy letting me pamper you for tonight, but you best be ready for extra teasing to make up for today.”

That only makes you laugh and as your parents walk back into the lounge, you both pull away from each other and return to the evening’s calm conversations, you stealing glances at how awkwardly adorable your loving boyfriend is.

Dazai

You sit him down and take a deep breath, staring him square in the eyes. You say nothing, only handing him your phone so he can read the texts on them. He blinks once he finishes reading and you cross your arms over your chest.

“I have one thing I would like you to promise me, Dazai. I will do anything you want, just, please, use the door to enter AND exit my parents’ house...please?”

He smiles warmly and says he wouldn’t dream of it. The glare you shoot him dulls his smile none. You sigh, mentally preparing yourself for the no doubt weird day to come.

As you’re both walking to your impending doom, your grip on his hand is tight. He squeezes your hand just before you move to press the doorbell and smiles at you - a real smile that freezes your movements yet drains the gnawing worry from within you. He presses the doorbell in your stead and you just stare at him, wondering how he’s so calm.

“Why, good evening to you. My name is Dazai Osamu. I am truly happy to finally be able to put faces to the people who brought this lovely woman into my life.”

The sight of you blushing like mad with Dazai holding your hand and grinning without a care only makes your parents chuckle.

Dazai is his usual self, his odd yet charming aura drawing your parents in as you all speak about a wide variety of different things. When your mother asks about his career, he looks at you and slips an arm around your waist and says that his job is making you happy. You grumble that he’s actually a writer, but he insists that the job he said is much more important.

You’re shocked at how sweet he’s being, even using your actual name when addressing you. Your parents don’t notice your internal crisis and by the end of the night, they’ve been won over by your eccentric, quirky boyfriend.

As you say goodnight and start making your way home, you twine your fingers with Dazai’s and thank him for using the door. Weirdly, he doesn’t laugh like you expect him to. Instead, he stops walking and pulls your hand softly so you look at him. You’re taken aback by the sudden serious look in his eyes.

“I’m aware that I don’t make an effort to be serious in most things I do, but that’s because I haven’t found anything I’m this serious about until I met you. I’m pretty sure I would do anything to keep you with me.”

His name ghosting from your lips is stopped by his lips sealing yours shut with a gentle kiss. When you open your eyes, his usual smile is back on his face as he whispers, “Or something like that.”. You stroke your thumb gently over his own, wondering why you ever doubted him for a second.

Isaac

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This poor boy will be mumbling to himself like he’s trying to discover the ultimate secret of the universe, questioning everything from what he should wear to how he should stick his hand out for a handshake. You show you shouldn’t find his panic so endearing, but you can’t help it.

You’re constantly reassuring him that he’ll be fine and you’ll be right beside him the entire time. He mumbles out that he knows and that he really loves you for that, though he peters off at that last part so you don’t hear it.

On the day, he is sweating bullets and questioning every life decision he has ever made. You hug his arm and give him a peck on his cheek, whispering that you’re right here. You feel his tension dispel a little bit, even if he still looks petrified.

“Uh, um...hello. I’m Isaac Newton. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

He bows his head, the movement stiff and forced. Your parents can practically feel his nerves, but you’re quick to drag them all into the lounge to stop the awkwardness settling in too much.

Despite the bumpy start, the evening starts flowing more calmly as it goes on. At the dinner table, your hand rests on Isaac’s on his lap. You squeeze his hand whenever he fumbles his words or just freezes under your parents’ questions and, just like magic, he finds his words instantly.

You’re worried when your mother asks you to help clear the plates, but Isaac’s soft nod is enough for you to believe in him. Sure enough, when you come back, he’s deep in conversation with your father about some of his most recent research efforts, and you have to laugh at how it just flies over your dad’s head.

As the evening concludes, your parents smile at this awkward yet intelligent and caring man and it takes everything within Isaac to not immediately collapse with relief. You say your goodbyes and as soon as the door shuts behind you, you’re pulled into his arms and he buries his face into your neck.

“Oh, thank God and everything that is holy. Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

You keep your grin to yourself as you wrap your arms around him to return the hug, letting him recharge a little before heading back home.

Jean

“I’m not sure meeting your parents is the best idea, ___. What if I scare them?” Jean pls.

It takes longer than you’d care to admit to convince him that your parents do want to meet him and that he won’t scare them. The build-up until the day is spent with him asking how to best approach this. He seems perplexed when you tell him to be himself, but he can’t bring himself to argue you and your smile.

If you believe in him, then surely it can’t be that difficult, right?

As you both arrive at your parents’ house, Jean clears his throat and bows formally at the hips, his hand over his heart.

“Bonjour. My name is Jean D’Arc. It is an honour and a privilege to meet you and I wish for us to get along.”

Your parents just kind of freeze at Jean’s formality and seriousness, but you just smile as you take his hand and tell them that’s just the man you know and love. He turns red in an instant, but thankfully your parents don’t seem to notice as you all make your way inside.

Conversation is not the most abundant throughout the evening, but it’s by no means awkward. When he’s asked about his time in the armed forces, you quickly step in and ask for lighter conversations, aware of Jean’s usual reluctance to broach the subject. His eye softens and he smiles a soft smile at you, but it disappears a second later. Your parents notice, however, and share a smile of their own.

As the evening draws to a close, Jean bows again to thank your parents for the evening. They simply smile and say that they’re happy their daughter has found such a lovely devoted man. He completely freezes but you just blush and sidle up next to him, smiling with a hint of pride.

He seems in a daze as you both return to your home, unbelieving that they accepted him so easily. You smile up at him and move to wrap your arms around his waist and tell him that him just being himself was all he needed to do. He sighs out a laugh and strokes your hair, smiling with equal parts relief and awe.

Shakespeare

You can’t lie to yourself, you are more than a little nervous to introduce this one to your parents. His aura is distinctive, to say the least, and you’re worried about how your parents will react.

He chuckles at the way your eyebrows draw together and kisses your forehead, telling you that he will do his utmost best to win over your parents.

You’re wringing your hands together anxiously as you both walk up to the house, but Will dusts a quick kiss to your temple and whispers to you that all will be fine.

“A fine evening it is. My name is William Shakespeare, and ‘tis a true pleasure to maketh thine acquaintance.”

Your parents just blink at his manner of speaking; a reaction you expected. But you have to laugh at your father saying “Oh. He’s a theatre man, I see.”

Will simply smiles at his words, saying that he works as a playwright for the local theatre. He pulls out two front-row tickets to the newest show and hands them over as a gift - an extravagant gift if your parents are theatre enthusiasts.

The rest of the evening is...vibrant. Unusual conversations come up asking about Shakespeare’s career and where he draws inspiration. He admits that once he spoke of tragedy being his driving force, now he finds romance and love to be equally as stimulating. Cue you blushing and grinning like a fool as he gazes sweetly at you.

While not entirely convinced, your parents can’t deny that you both love each other and that they see no reason not to support your relationship. You breathe out a sigh of relief as Shakespeare shakes their hands and wishes them a pleasant night.

You’re smiling happily as you make your way home, saying you’re glad that it went well. Shakespeare smiles as he rests his hand on your hip to draw you closer, saying that he has to try harder to win them over so he can propose to you all the sooner.

You’re practically steaming the rest of the walk home.

Comte

Golden man Boy number three. When you broach the topic with him, he’s more than happy to set aside his schedule to meet with your parents.

You get suspicious when he starts asking about your parents’ taste in aesthetics and furniture and tell him that just a simple bouquet of flowers should be plenty if he’s wanting to bring a gift.

You walk up to their house on the day, your arm looped comfortably through his and his free hand holding a bouquet of pink roses. As you knock on the door, you both exchange smiles and any nerves you may have been feeling vanish instantly.

“Bonsoir. I am Le Comte de Saint Germaine, but I realise that’s quite a mouthful so just Comte is fine. It is wonderful to finally make your acquaintance.”

As gentlemanly and amiable as ever, he hands the bouquet of pink roses to your mother, its meaning of appreciation and gratitude apparent if your parents know of the language of flowers. Either way, they’re a nice centrepiece and have already earned your boyfriend brownie points.

The evening is filled with pleasant conversation, Comte’s sophisticated and mellow nature allowing everything to flow smoothly.

You tense slightly when they ask what he does for a career, but he shoots a quick wink your way before saying he’s an “entrepreneur of sorts”, which isn’t exactly wrong. You giggle silently to yourself at that.

They might be slightly wary of your relationship considering how much older Comte may appear compared to you, but Comte is quick to wrap an arm around your shoulders and, though he understands where they come from, he vows to love you with his entire being because he has never felt this strongly about anyone in his entire life; words that hold a different meaning to you, considering you know that he’s immortal.

In the end, they can’t condemn your boyfriend in any way, though your dad wonders why he looks like an aristocrat from the 1900s and you have to hold back the look of shock from showing on your face at how accurate he doesn’t realise he is. As you both leave, you heave a sigh and say that went better than you expected. Comte only chuckles and offers you his arm again, ready to escort you home like the ineffable gentleman he is.

Sebastian

He just blinks at your phone as he reads the texts before slowly raising his eyes to look at you. You ask him if he’s comfortable meeting your parents and he assures you that after meeting his historical idols, nothing and no one could ever fluster him again.

You giggle at that, but then immediately turn serious as you look at your boyfriend. He raises an eyebrow.

“I have one condition for the evening, Sebastian. When they inevitably ask about what you do for a job, your answer should be no longer than five minutes’ worth of talking.”

He grins wryly but agrees. He knows as well as you do how excited he gets over his career, and doesn’t want that of all things to scare your parents.

The day arrives and you’re not as nervous as you thought you would be. Just before he rings the doorbell, Sebastian brings your joined hands up to press a quick kiss to yours before he reverts back to his usual serious self.

“Good evening. My name is Akihiko Satou. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

He shakes your father’s hand and bows his head respectfully to your mother, the smoothness of his actions reminiscent of his butler days. He removes his jacket and moves behind you to remove your own, folding them neatly over his arm before hanging them on the coat rack. Your parents already look impressed and you just smile.

Old habits die hard for Sebastian. He pulls your chair out for you to sit at the table, but you can see out of the corner of your eye how antsy he is in wanting to help.

The night continues calmly until the dreaded career question comes up. You click your phone to life to check the time and, like it’s his cue, he begins gushing about his job as a historian with a focus on European history (carefully leaving out details of him meeting said historical figures).

As soon as five minutes pass, you reach up and flick him on the forehead (a little payback). Your parents baulk, but Sebastian is quick to step in, saying that if you didn’t stop him he’d keep talking until the new era.

The evening draws to a close, and your mother whispers to you how you found such a straight-laced and lovely man. You just grin and say it’s a long story.

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