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14buddy22 · 23 days

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hi! Can I request an angsty/hurt/comfort fic with Hotch where he gets amnesia after an encounter with an unsub and the reader is a doctor at the hospital but Hotch obviously forgets her and their life together for a while. And Hotch being Hotch is reserved again and won’t let her help only the team so reader pulls back and can’t really help with the remembering process and is heartbroken but then he eventually remembers bc the little things eventually come back to him and then he finally remembers:)

Before Aaron saw the unsub cut a wire, his life flashed before his eyes. Short 1-second clips played in his head starting from when he was a child to meeting Haley, marrying her, having Jack, her passing away, moments with his team, raising Jack, meeting you, marrying you, having twins with you.

Everything flashed before his eyes and in that moment, Aaron Hotchner was scared. He knew you and his three kids were waiting for him to return, but now, now a bomb was going off in a building that he was trying to get an unsub to walk away from and let the bomb squad take care of it.

You were a doctor at the local hospital. You finally were coming off a long stretch and decided to take the day off to spend with the kids. You knew Aaron was busy but that didn't stop you from planning out a day to spend with your kiddos. Taking them to their favorite breakfast place, letting them play at the park and then bringing them back home to let them pick a movie and have a movie afternoon before the twins had to go down for a nap.

You were excited to have Aaron home tonight. The kids have missed him and you deeply missed him. Both of you working strange hours, his even weirder hours than yours, it was harder to see your husband and have family days.

The sound of your phone ringing took you out of your thoughts. Picking up your phone, you saw JJ's name come across as the caller ID.

"What's going on, JJ?"

You got up and walked into the bedroom. Not wanting Jack to overhear you on the phone with his aunt.

"Aaron was in an accident. He's going to the hospital now. A bomb went off. He was knocked unconscious. Do you want to come to the hospital to be here when he wakes up."

"Yes. Yes. I'll be there shortly. Oh my god."

You hung up, quickly telling Jack to grab snacks for him and the twins and to meet you in the car. You woke your twins up and brought them into the car.

"Daddy got hurt at work. He's sleeping right now, but we want to be there when he wakes up, okay?"

You looked in the rearview mirror of your 3 kids. You saw the fear in Jack's eyes. He was 13. He knew that it wasn't good. You didn't know the extent of Aaron's injuries, you wouldn't know until you got to the hospital, but you couldn't scare Jack just yet. Your twins were only 3, they didn't really understand.

You saw Aaron's team in the waiting room. Your twins excited to see their aunts and uncles, you just wish it was under better circumstances.

"What room is he in?"

"We haven't heard If he's done from getting his CT scan."

"Oh. Okay."

Seconds turned into minutes, minutes turned into hours before your coworker came out to get you.

"Y/n, would you like to see him? Maybe just you first, I know he'd love to see his kids."

You knew hospital protocol. It was always better start with less guests first before bombarding them with a bunch of guests. You didn't want to overwhelm Aaron."

"I know, can you take me to see my husband please?"

As you walked in the hospital hallways, it felt different. You have walked these hallways more than a thousand times. You've ran in these hallways. But the feeling of having a loved one in the hospital was a feeling you didn't want to experience.

Walking into the room, you saw Aaron laying in that hospital bed.

Your face immediately lit up seeing Aaron awake and talking to the nurse. You heard him say something about having a son and you were just surprised he didn't say anything about you walking into the room. You weren't going to say anything though.

"Hey Aar."

Then you saw him look at you. You saw this look on patient's who had amnesia. You didn't need to hear the words out of Aaron's mouth to know that he didn't recognize you. And that hurt.

"I'm sorry, have we met before?"

Tread lightly, that's all you kept telling yourself. He went through a traumatic event. But you wanted to cry. Did he not remember, at minimum, the past 5 years of his life. He was talking about Jack, you know that he knows Jack exists. What were you going to tell Tommy and Sophia?

"Um, we have met before. I'm Y/n. I know you were in an accident. You work for the FBI. Um, do you remember anything?"

"Y/n. I like that name."

That's what he told you when he interviewed you for the first time at the hospital. Well, not really interviewed you, but questioned you asking about a patient.

"I know."

"I have a son, his name is Jack."

"Aaron. I know this is hard to even think about but you and I. We met about 5 years ago, we got married, and, and we have 3 year old twins. Jack, he's 13. He's a crazy teenager, but we love him."

Aaron looked at you and you could see the tears form in his eyes.

"I want to believe you, Y/n. But, but I can't. I don't, I don't remember. I'm sorry."

You couldn't break down in front of Aaron. But deep down, you were falling apart. This hurt. He didn't remember a life with you in it.

"Well, Jack would probably love to see you. Let me go get him."

You walked back out and the team all came around you.

"Um, he doesn't remember who I am. He doesn't know who the twins are. He doesn't remember his life with me in it. He remember's Jack and probably you guys. He doesn't remember the twins. I can't bring the twins to see him."

Rossi looked at you and moved to hug you. You always loved a Rossi hug. They were the closest thing to your father's hugs and you lost your father around 2 and a Half years ago.

"What am I gonna do, Rossi? He's my rock. He's my best friend. He's the father to my children. He doesn't remember anything with me in his life."

Rossi wiped your tears, realizing your children were running towards you.

"Where's daddy?"

Kneeling down you were met with the curious eyes of your twins. Jack standing behind them.

"Papa Rossi is going to take Jack to see Daddy, but we want to let daddy have some rest. Aunt JJ is going to take you guys home, okay."

Holding your twins in your arms, you explained to them that their Dad needed to rest but Jack knew something was wrong. You looked up at Jack and saw all the questions running through his mind. Your twins just knew that Dad needed to rest and that they could see them later. They also knew that if Aunt JJ took them home (sure enough to see Aunt Penny) they were getting ice cream.

"Love you mama. Give Daddy our pictures."

They handed you pieces of paper that they colored and it was of your little family. You wanted to cry but knew you couldn't. You didn't know when Aaron would break this amnesia spell but you also couldn't rush it on him. It hurt you knowing you couldn't give your husband a hug and kiss right now. It hurt knowing your twins couldn't see their father.

The Aaron you knew would've wanted to see you and his three kids right away, and you were right too. He wanted to see Jack right away. So that's when you needed to step up and be strong for everyone. Be strong for Jack who was sure to have questions.

When you walked into the hospital room with Jack, you didn't miss the way Aaron looked at Jack, not realizing who he was then quickly recovering when Jack said, "Hey Dad!"

Jack said, "I want mom to stay here with us, that's okay, right dad?"

"Yeah. Of course it's okay."

Jack pulled up a chair next to Aaron's bedside and you saw the way Aaron was trying to piece together bits and pieces of the information Jack was telling him. Aaron doesn't remember the last 5 years of his life.

You know how scary it had to be for Aaron. He's talking to his teenage son who he doesn't remember being a teenager. He had to sit in a room with his wife that he didn't remember.

After leaving the hospital that night, Jack had a lot of questions. You had to sit at the dinner table with him answering everything you could. You were a doctor and Jack knew that. He knew that you knew what was really going on with his dad.

You didn't want to tell him that his father hadn't remembered the last 5 years of his life, but you had to because you didn't want to lie. You might have to rebuild this life with Aaron and hope that he falls back in love with you.

The Aaron with amnesia was a single father to Jack, the old Aaron, the Aaron that you had 24 hours ago was a husband and a father to three children.

The next week was hard on everyone. Aaron came home from the hospital and he decided it was best to live with one of his team members, especially since he didn't remember you and your twins.

That was hard on you. Aaron was shutting you out when all you wanted to do was help him. You can't blame him, but you're heart broken. Jack moved out of the house temporarily to move into Dave's with his Dad.

That was a talk Dave had with Jack. You couldn't be there for it because you didn't want to lose Jack and now your twins were missing their big brother.

Dave decided that since all Aaron remembers was raising Jack and by this, the team's hoping that he'll start remembering everything with this help, but not rushing him into his home with his wife and all the kids, especially when he didn't remember them.

Another week had gone by and it was the first week that you were home alone with the twins. You could take care of them, that wasn't the problem, but it messed up everyone's routine not having Aaron and Jack there.

Every night, Aaron would read the twins a book while they got ready for bed.

Sophia spoke up one night that made you break down in the room by yourself.

"Mommy, Can Daddy call us to read us our story?"

Tommy brought the book and your phone to you and you had to come up with a distraction to get them into bed.

That was a rough night, when your twins had noticed that Aaron had cut off communication with them. Aaron always read them a story, whether he was physically here with them, or he called them.

When your phone started ringing, you were concerned when it was Jack calling you. He had only texted up until this point.

"Jackers, what's going on?"

Your twins were trying to push you out of the way and said, "Jack! Jack!"

"Hey Sophia, Hey Tommy. I know it's your bed time, can I read you your book?"

They started clapping and you smiled at the phone. You were so proud of your son. You know he was struggling not being around his siblings. He loved his little siblings so much. We'll see what happens when he's a teenager but for now, he loved them.

Jack started reading the book and in the background, you saw Aaron slowly stop whatever he was doing. You felt like you were watching the pieces of the past 5 years of his life start to connect.

Your heart nearly stopped for a moment when he looked over at Jack and the phone. You thought he was going to walk over but then he continued whatever it was he was doing before hand.

When Jack finished the book, the twins had already fallen asleep. You told Jack you loved him and that you'd talk to him tomorrow to let him finish up his homework and relax before he had to get to bed.

When you said goodbye to your son, kissed Tommy and Sophia goodnight, you went to your room and cried. You wanted your husband back. You were upset he shut you out during his recovery. You wanted nothing more than to be there for him, but he didn't want you there. It hurt. It hurt really bad.

You grabbed a tub of ice cream and turned on a movie. You didn't care what you watched, you just wanted something to distract you from your life.

When you heard a "mom" come from right outside your room, you didn't recognize your twins' voices, that was a voice you hadn't heard in person in 2 weeks.

"Jackers"

Jack rushed into your room and jumped onto your bed, just like when he was a little kid. He hugged you so tight and told him how much he missed you.

"Jack, how did you - What are you doing here? You're supposed to be at Uncle Dave's house."

"I brought him home."

You looked towards your doorway and Aaron was standing there. You got up from bed and Aaron said, "When Jack was reading that book, everything clicked for me. That was the book I was supposed to read to Tommy and Sophia every night before they go to bed. Everything caught up to me all at once. I remember the bomb going off two weeks ago. I remember being thrown against the wall and hitting my head. I remember just praying to whoever would listen that I would be okay so I could get home to you and our three kids."

You immediately wrapped your arms around Aaron and broke down crying. You missed him, but you finally had your husband back.

"I'm sorry I pushed you away. I'm sorry that I wasn't more careful at work. I knew I had to get home to you and the kids and I saw everything flash before my eyes. I thought I was going to die right there."

You couldn't hear it anymore so you finally kissed him to shut him up. It was a long-awaited kiss. One with love and passion and apologies filled with it.

"Your twins really miss you. Let's go wake them up."

As you watched Aaron wake up Tommy and Sophia, they immediately yelled "daddy" and jumped into his arms. Aaron needed that reunion, the twins needed that reunion, Jack needed that reunion, and you needed that reunion. Your family was back together again. Once the twins were read their bedtime story by Aaron, they quickly fell asleep again, you two said goodnight to Jack and then you and your husband were off to your bedroom to spend the rest of the night in his arms.

#aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner angst #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x female reader #jack hotchner

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russellsppttemplates · 2 months

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So a bit sad ask. Burying your cat, the kids are sad and they are confused why it happened , so the reader and max/george kinda have to explain about what happened (introduction about life and death) , reader is extra sad cause its the cat she know for a long time

I just buried one of the strey cat that stay around my house so.......🙃 Yeahhhh so hug your pet please for meeee

Note: I'm so sorry 🥺 sending you a big big hug ✨️

Cw: death of a pet (cat), mentions burial and talking to kids about death

"I'm afraid, but there's nothing we can do", the vet said as you and Max sighed, stroking Jimmy's fur as he laid down on his carrier, cuddled up to the blanket. The cat hadn't been behaving like he usually does, and after the kids pointed out the same, you took him to the vets. After a couple of scans and tests, they told you the worst news you expected to hear.

After prescribing medications to keep him comfortable at home, you took your four pawed child home, your hand in Max's thigh as he drove while he rubbed the top of your palm with his thumb, "want to share what's on your mind?", you mumbled.

"It's... I knew this would happen someday, but it's sad still", Max spoke after gathering his thoughts for a bit, "I know, I feel the same. At least he can be home with us, and he won't be in pain", you attempted at lightning the mood.

When you woke up to Sassy tapping the duvet, your heart squeezed as you shook your husband awake, "Max", you called as he noticed the scene, knowing why you woke him up before the alarm. In their cat beds, Jimmy laid perfectly still, no other movements other than Sassy meowing and trying to get him to move by touching his nose.

You brought them downstairs, preparing the spot in the garden once the kids woke up, "I'm sad, mama", Finn finally spoke as Julia stayed in Max's lap, her little hand clutching his t-shirt as she cried quietly.

"It's okay to feel sad, my love, and to cry, too", you explained, "everything you feel is valid, okay? And we are all here to go through this together", you smiled sadly, Max squeezing your hand in his.

"Why does this happen?", Julia asked honestly, "we'll, princess, this is a part of life. Jimmy got to live many, many years with us - he was a lot older than you and Finn - and now he got sick. He was in a little bit of pain, that's why me and mama gave the medications. And he got to be very loved for all of it", Max tried his best to explain to the little girl, "it's not fair", she chirped in, "I know, Julia", he said, kissing the top of her head.

"Is Sassy going to die, too?", Finn spoke up, his mind taking him one step further as Julia looked up at her parents so she could hear the answer, "one day, yes. The doctor said we don't have anything to worry about, Sassy is very healthy and should have some healthy years left. But yes, it will happen", you explained.

"Well", Finn said as he pushed Sassy closer to the four of you, "when we're going to continue to love you so wo so much, Sassy", he declared.

After saying one last goodbye in the garden, you and Max prepared a little station so the kids could make a scrapbook, using the small printer to print out photos of the best memories you had with Jimmy, "is this me?", Julia asked at the picture where the cats where smelling the new baby, "That's Finn, actually, it was the first day we brought him home. When we brought you home, the cats were so excited we didn't even take a picture of the first time you met them, but this one here is you", you grabbed it, showing her a picture of her taking a nap with the cats around her, "I was so tiny", she commented.

"This was the day Jimmy accidentally fell in the pool", Finn showed Max, who was glueing down the last sticker down on the page, giggling as the memory came up, "he had to swim to the edge and mama helped him out, he even scratched her hand, remember?", he recalled before showing it to Julia, "you were little still, but you should've seen him! He just swam as hard as he could!".

When Max put the kids to bed, he found you sitting against the headboard of your bed, Sassy on your lap and your hands stroking the soft fur, stopping when the wiped your cheeks, "hey, liefje", Max said, taking off his t-shirt and climbing next to you as you cuddled his naked torso as Sassy went back to the cat bed, "they're the first cats I truly cared over - you know my family are mostly dog people - and it's sad", you pouted, "remember when he kept biting my ankles when I first came over to your flat?", you giggled as Max did the same, "yes! I was so embarrassed because I thought you'd never want to come back", Max added, "Oh, so many memories with that little fur ball".

(Thank you for your submission ✨️)

#max verstappen blurb #inês writes blurbs #f1 blurb #f1 x reader

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youunravelme · 8 months

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this is my first ever requesting and i think it should be with you bc i just loooooove your writing so much 🥹 and i want to also congratulate you for this achievement you deserve! can you please do "forehead kisses also cute sometimes" with our boy barzy. no rush at all take your time 😌

I LOVE FOREHEAD KISSES OKAY??? SO THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING THIS FOR THE LITERAL LOML, ANON! (and also thank you for being so fucking sweet ily).

here goes nothing! i put this in the future of tatgylb series, hope that's okay!

you woke up and felt like nothing had happened, like you'd taken a really long nap. except you were in the hospital. and you were a little dazed, but not just-woke-up dazed, disoriented in the way you get after taking too much cold medicine.

it took you a second to figure out while you were in the hospital until you turned your head slightly to the left and saw mat bouncing a bundle in his arms and speaking quietly.

when you focused hard enough, you could hear what he was saying.

"it's okay sweet girl, mama's gonna wake up soon and then you can meet her. she's the best," he whispered. "don't know how i tricked her into falling in love with me."

your eyes watered, stunned to hear him talk so highly of you when he thought you weren't listening. you were content to keep listening, but mat turned around and saw you laying in bed, awake.

you were still confused as to what happened, but the wetness on his cheeks, the bloodshot eyes, and the way he immediately went to your bedside, was enough to say it probably wasn't good.

"hey baby," he said. "how're you feeling?"

you smiled up at him in an effort to keep him from fretting more than he already had. "i'm alright."

he nodded, and for a moment, looked like he just remembered he was holding a baby. "do you wanna hold her?"

you nodded and smiled even wider. gently, he placed your daughter in your arms, using a pillow to prop you arm up. "she's so pretty," you said. "look at her cute lil nose."

mat nodded along but didn't say anything. after a minute or two of silence, you looked over and saw him crying. immediately, you furrowed your brows. "mat, baby, what's wrong."

he shook his head and cupped your cheek with his hand, tracing your cheekbone with his thumb. "almost lost you, baby. i can't--" he choked. "i don't know what i'd do if i lost you."

you offered what you hoped was a comforting smile. "i'm okay, i'm okay now. i wasn't gonna leave you and ella bean and baby girl, alright? i'm okay, we're okay."

he nodded and pressed a lingering kiss into your forehead. "we're okay."

#tatgylb #1k celebration #mat barzal #mat barzal blurb #mat barzal imagine #mathew barzal imagine #mathew barzal #nhl imagine #nhl imagines #mat barzal x reader #nhl blurb

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toxic3mmy · 17 days

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[guys im so sorry if this sucks! ik a lot of you wanted a pt 2 so here it is. even if it sucks, it’s got smut so hopefully it’ll make up for it hehehe]

prompt: you and alex hate each other but one night of your sleep talking changes everything (continued)

warning: smut

part two

you weren’t sure if you wanted to be honest and just talk to alex about your dream last night. the thing is, this wasn’t the first time this happened and you felt too embarrassed to admit that you’ve been fantasizing about him for months now.

a loud whistle quickly dissipated the millions of thoughts running through your mind. you look over and see rubius smiling and waving at the two of you with the rest of the gang.

“what do you guys think about taking a break from the beach and going out for a bit? i heard there’s an event going on kinda like a carnival and also a bonfire. what do you all think?”

everyone agreed happily and gathered their things to get back to the hotel.

you looked over at alex and saw him already staring at you. he quickly looked away and made himself look busy.

everyone decided on picking up some street tacos on the way to the hotel since y’all had eaten hours earlier and it was almost nighttime.

the group headed to their hotel rooms where some showered and got ready for a night out while others took naps.

you were nervous about alex bringing up the whole dream thing again so you practically ran to the room and hopped in the shower. this time, your shower was quick as you wanted to eat and nap after being in the sun for so many hours.

you saw that alex was also eating and watching tv.

you began to multitask between eating and applying a little bit of makeup so that you didn’t have to rush when you woke up.

the two of you ate in silence and soon alex got up to shower.

you finished off your food and decided to dim the lights for your nap. it took you a few minutes to fall asleep but once you did, you fell into a deep slumber.

alex also decided he wanted to nap and so he got into bed next to you after his shower.

“y/n? are you awake?” he asked quietly

no answer

alex sighed and leaned over to kiss your forehead as lightly as possible. and with that, you both were asleep.

______

the air was filled with children laughing, spanish music, and the sound of roller coaster rides. there were so many decorations and pretty lights all around you.

you smiled as you looked around and took in the moment. your friends were people you loved and were so eternally grateful for.

“guys! over here!” tina smiled and waved us over

we played a bunch of games together and it got super competitive at some point. then we kinda paired off and rode some rides.

you got on a few with tina and it was overall just so much fun.

before heading to the bonfire, we all decided to get on the ferris wheel. we lined up and everyone gave each other strange glances, almost giggling to each other.

“next!”

you sat down and one of them shoved alex up and you realized that they planned this. you sigh annoyed but let him sit next to you anyways.

alex was also not so happy about being stuck with you on such a slow and romantic ride.

it was quiet for the first few minutes and you blurted out what had been weighing on you for a long time.

“why do you hate me?”

“um.. what?” alex said a bit dumbfounded

“i just want to understand what made you hate me… i mean, when we first met i was nice to you and you were immediately cold towards me. ever since then i just returned that energy but, why? what made you so hateful towards me?”

“y/n, i—”

“please alex… just tell me and i promise i won’t bother you ever again. i just really need to know” you looked down at my hands in my lap

“it’s pretty obvious y/n” alex said in an annoyed, almost angry tone

“well then maybe i’m just blind… please?” you beg, your eyes tearing up a bit, your heart feeling heavy as you knew your friends really just wanted you two to get along, i mean that was obvious

“let’s just say… my reasons are personal, okay?!” he raised his voice at you

you choked out a little sob as it was all so overwhelming

“i want t-to get off this r-ride!” you sniffled and tried desperately to hold in your cries

“hey, hey i’m sorry.. y/n i really am sorry. please don’t cry” he held your face gently in his hands and you looked into his eyes, tears streaming down your face

“okay, the truth is… i never liked you because well i didn’t want you to know that i actually have um feelings for you… you’re way out of my league and you never look at me in that way yet you flirt with legit any guy you meet! i mean, cmon, am i not enough?!”

you began to sob once again, using your hands to cover your face. suddenly, alex leaned forward and hugged you.

it took you a few seconds but you hugged him back tightly and continued to cry

“shh, im sorry. its just a touchy subject for me. ive never been one of those guys who had girls flocking to them… if anything i always chase girls but i always feel like im not enough..”

you look up at him and wipe your tears. you nod, listening to what he’s saying. just as you were about to reply, the ride stopped.

“come on, let’s talk some more about this at the beach bonfire” you get off first and offer him a hand to get off

you held one anothers hands until alex awkwardly let go. the two of you walked in silence as you tried to come up with a response to his insecurities.

“i think you’re enough, alex… i honestly think you’re more than enough for anyone.”

“really?” he looked at you with hopeful eyes

“really. and um… about last night… i was having some uh inappropriate dreams of y-you and im really sorry if it made you uncomfortable, i totally understand” you ramble and see alex smile softly

“i know.. you said my name… what exactly were we doing in your dream?” he teased you, still smiling

“i was uh.. y-you were… i don’t know, okay?!” you huffed feeling a bit nervous

“i need a shot if we really are going to get into this” you said, sighing a bit

alex agreed and the two of you took one shot together, then two, and then three.

you felt really warm inside and almost giddy at your confession that you had cooking up in your head

“we had sex!” you practically yelled and the people around you turned to look at you. all you could do was smile sheepishly

“come on, let’s talk over here” alex said as he took you by the hand and lead you to a more secluded and darker area on the beach

“sorry about that.. im a bit nervous” you laughed uncomfortably

“it’s okay.. i already knew what we were doing in your dream. i just wanted you to admit it” he smirked and you couldn’t help but gasp and smack his arm

“you’re embarrassing me on purpose, you ass!”

alex leaned forward and pushed you against a nearby tree

“if you want.. i can admit something so that you’re not the only one feeling embarrassed”

“okay..?” you asked, curious about what he was going to say

“you were moaning my fucking name in your sleep last night y/n.. you don’t know how badly i wanted you to wake up with my tongue buried deep inside you.. you’re such a fucking tease” he said as he looked into your eyes and you almost moaned at his words

“you… i… what?” your jaw dropped at his colorful words, you immediately felt heat rush to your lower half

“y/n, i never really hated you. i hated that i couldn’t be with you. and my god you just love to be a tease. you always wear such tiny revealing clothes. do you do that for yourself or for me? tell me y/n, how often do you have dreams of me fucking you, hmm sweetheart?” he chuckled in your ear huskily

“i always dream of you fucking me senseless alex.. i hate the shit out of you but i guess my pussy doesn’t, she’s so wet for you right now.. can i show you?” you didnt even bother waiting for his response as you grabbed his hand and slipped it underneath your dress, moving your panties aside as you guided his fingers between your wet folds

“jesus fucking christ… you really are wet..” alex groaned as he moved his fingers closer to your entrance, teasing your quivering hole gently before quickly plunging in two fingers

you moaned incredibly loudly at the feeling of him inside of you and immediately, alex used his other hand to cover your mouth. he looked around and saw that a few people looked around curiously. finding it amusing, he laughed.

you inhale his scent before kissing him gently.

the two of you kissed for practically ten whole minutes without stopping.

you then start to suck on the skin beneath his ear and lower on his neck

“mmm, que rica mami” he whined as you continued to lick and bite his skin

“fuck.. we can’t do this here you fucking slut, let’s go” he grabbed your hand harshly, leading you to your friends

“hey guys, y/n had a bit too much too drink and i think i’m going to take her to the hotel before she passes out here. see you all tomorrow!” alex said hurriedly and rushed you away from the beach

the two of you said nothing as alex pulled you to the hotel as fast as he could

the second you made it to your room, alex locked the door and pulled off your soaked underwear. he walked you back and onto the bed as he said,

“you’re such a tease y/n. i uh.. i know we just made up and we barely talked about liking each other but is it okay if i uh made love to you?”

you nodded and smiled at how cute he was for asking you

alex then pushed you back and crawled over you

immediately, he spread your legs and licked your wetness with groans of pleasure

your eyes rolled back as he slipped two fingers inside of you, curling into the perfect spot. he drew patterns on your throbbing clit with his tongue.

“oh fuck, yes give it to me please!” you screamed out as he curled his fingers so so deep inside of you

your hands pulled on his hair as he ate your pussy like a starved man

“alexis… oh alex, you feel so good!”

you were grinding deliciously onto his fingers and tongue. he sped up his pace and you saw stars as you climax with a loud scream of his name. alex smiled into your pussy as he slowed down and soon stopped altogether. he pulled away and got up as you caught your breath.

“be back” he said quietly

you couldn’t help but slip your hand into your panties and touch yourself at the thought of alex who was about to fuck you.

“oh fuck.. mmmf” you whimpered as the wet sounds of your fingers rubbing your pussy filled the room

alex went to retrieve a towel and a condom from his things.

“here hermosa, let me clean you—”

you were completely naked and touching yourself.

it would be a lie to say that alex didn’t spring a hard on from the sight of you and the words you were saying.

“god y/n, you’re such a needy little girl aren’t you? here sweet girl, put this on me so i can fuck you senseless” alex handed you the condom as he laid down on the bed

you threw the condom to the floor and tugged off his pants and climbed on top of him. you placed the tip of his cock at your entrance, enjoying the sting of his size.

alex was whimpering loudly. you bottomed out and it felt like nothing you’d ever felt before. you steadied yourself with your hands on his chest and knees to the bed as you began to move.

alex gasped as you did so, watching the way your breasts moved with every move you made.

“you’re so so tight.. ugh so fucking good mami” he groaned as his hips jerked up into you

you bounced on him at a quicker pace and moaned loudly, not being able to contain yourself. you started to slow when your knees started getting tired. alex grabbed your ass and held you as he started to thrust into you like his life depended on it.

“alex… you’re so so big… please stretch my pussy” you whined as his pace increased

one of his hands made his way to your clit and your pleasure intensified.

“right there! don’t you fucking stop!” you panted and moaned sinfully

“cum for me y/n, be a good girl” alex demanded

“im so close… ugh! breed me daddy! i want to feel your cum dripping out of me, please!” you practically screamed

“oh i’ll breed you baby, i’ll fuck my cum into your sweet tight pussy” alex panted

your pussy tightened around him and he sped up as you came with lewd words spilling from your mouth

a few more thrusts and his warm seed filled up your tired cunt

you tiredly got off of him and laid down next to him

“what do we tell the others?” you asked breathlessly

alex simply laughed

“we don’t have to worry about that just yet. for now, i just really want to fuck you again, if that’s okay i mean” alex said a little nervously to which you laughed at

“oh shut up, this time you do the work my knees are fucking killing me” you said

“okay sweetheart, you just lie back and let me do all the work” he said sweetly as he crawled below you and kissed up your thighs

let’s just say, your friends definitely heard you guys make up all night long.

#alex quackity #alexis quackity #quackity #quackity x reader

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williamkisser · 7 days

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🐟> A Poem Worth of Remembering: Orpheus x reader

[🎣] word count: 1371

[🎣] warnings: g/n reader, fic turning into headcanons, fluffy, ooc Orpheus, i don’t even write for him ⚰️⚰️

[🎣] author’s note: Lord… it’s been SO much time since my last fic. I’m very sorry for the break since so much stuff happened both in real life as well as here (rip in piss, williaml0ver account </3) I originally had slightly diffrent plans for my comeback post yet i simply couldn’t miss this wonderful opportunity. Happy birthday to my AMAZING POOKIE which i dedicate this fic to! Thank you for being the first person to welcome and support me on here:)

EVERYBODY SAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY @fishermanshook @octopaii !!

Ah…?

You slowly woke up after what it seems like a long nap. Nobody would be surprised, however! Who WOULDN’T be tired after such a romantic date? Oh yes… you get it now. Earlier today, your dear long time boyfriend, the novelist Orpheus took you into a forest near Oletus Manor - you felt slightly confused until you noticed a big table and two chairs with fancy carvings on them, surrounded by many roses and carefully placed decorations. That’s how he wanted to celebrate the birthday of the love of his life, in solitude and peace. He truly appreciated privacy.

Orpheus, surprisingly, never was the type of person who’d be very extravagant, despite the funds from his art certainly made him one of the wealthier people in the manor. Whenever your birthday was approaching, you’d wake up to a breakfast in bed, with thoughtful note attached. Later that day, you’d receive a trinket, such as a small necklace, sometimes even a special poem. He’s someone who wants to make his partner feel special all the time, not only on some occasions, hence the birthday gifts were never exactly all over the place, lavish gestures, not like if you mind, of course. What was possibly be the reason for this exception today?

Whatever the cause was, you felt flabbergasted. A nice, warm noon you could spend with your boyfriend. It was all yours, you could discuss everything, not worrying he’d go away to focus on his work. Today it’s all about you. You’ve spend so much time together, simply talking about worries, hopes, thoughts… life, at some point you both didn’t even notice a few hours already passed. Well, they say, if you don’t feel the time passing, you must be very happy. That was indeed true. After all, you decided to head back. As much as you wish this moment could last forever, you kept feeling sleepier with each moment. You insisted on helping him clean the place, but he assured you not to worry about it. The novelist took your hand and leaded you to your dorm while gently caressing your palm. You couldn’t even feel the butterflies in your stomach anymore, yawn after yawn, your replies to him kept getting less specific and detailed.

Even the sunshowers peaking through windows couldn’t awake your senses. Orpheus whispered sweet nothings into your ears before nicely tucking you in, leaving the room after giving you a small peck on both of your cheeks. You had no idea that when he closed the doors, he instantly began completing his secret plan.

A performance.

Oh yes… few minutes after waking up you started slowly gaining consciousness again. You’re feeling awfully nasty after sleeping in your prettiest clothes, but it was all worth it, wasn’t it? One way or another, you got up and took a sip of water to ease your dry throat. You couldn’t help but notice a pink card laying on the table. It wasn’t there before. Picking it up, you noticed something strange - it’s an acting performance leaflet, a very fancy one too. Seems like it’s also been scented, the smell of vanilla is very refreshing. But who are the actors? As far as you remember, there are no actors in the manor… well… at least REAL actors… who would be performing? Surprisingly enough, the stage is marked for today, just in like… an hour? You felt actually intrigued - the information given were too vague to figure the theme out, until… hold on! Looking at the bottom of the card, you notice it stating that there’s a special invitation… on top of that, you’d recognize this handwriting everywhere.

You quickly connected the dots. The small description talking about the plot of this play is strangely similiar to one of your boyfriend’s novels. He specifically mentioned he based the main characters on him and you. The realization hits you almost instantly. Orpheus brought one of his novels to life for your birthday. Jesus. You frantically started putting on some elegant clothing, making a huge mess in your wardrobe at the same time. We’ll take care of that later. Either way, seems like Orpheus carefully considered every possible obstacle, as you waking up too late, for example. Just when you were about to decide which shoes to wear, you heard knocking on your door. Strangely, when you opened it, no one was standing in front of them. Or so it seems?

🎣

🐟 Orpheus would send Robbie to lead you to the event. He didn’t specify the place where the performance will be happening. He’s got it all planned.

🐟 The axe boy is wearing a small, green suit with a red bow tie. He looks adorable!

🐟 Robbie doesn’t waste any time and keeps pointing at the huge grandfather clock to remind you to hurry. When you’re ready, he holds your hand and begins to lead you. You have to keep leaning so you can reach his hand. Feels uncomfortable to bend this way, but hey, at least now you know where to go.

🐟 To be frank, you were convinced the stage will be placed somewhere in the manor, but little did you know. You gave Robbie a confused stare when he kept walking towards a forest. His silence wasn’t helping you, either. You wouldn’t complain that much if you knew what’s coming next. Your heart nearly dropped when instead of avoiding that one scary cave, you were forced to enter it. Are you getting abducted?

🐟 You decided to not question Robbie anymore, however, you really wanted to. When you saw that the particular corridor you were in was divided by a huge underground lake. In order to get to the other edge, you had to use the boat. What’s worse, you noticed two silhouettes already standing on it. Robbie kept leading you there. Closer and closer. My God. It’s over.

🐟 While entering the boat, you’ve already repeated a few prayers in your mind and apologize to everyone who’s been ever hurt by you. But, to your surprise, the two new faces were actually very, VERY familiar. The man holding the oars was wearing a long cape. Yet, when he turned around, everything clicked. It was all Orpheus’ plan. Turns out the scary and mysterious man who was about to get rid of you for good was Naib himself. And his companion? The man holding the old map knowing the best places to hide you in? No other than Jose.

🐟 Robbie paid Naib with chocolate money. When the cruise began, Jose started to act like a real officer and kept ordering Naib. He seemed very annoyed. You’re sure he owed Orpheus something serious, because there’s no way he’d agree to this without anything in reward.

🐟 You all continued walking after arriving to the second end of the lake. Later on, you were approaching a huge, open area. The only trouble was that, sadly, the light couldn’t reach there. It was all dark, yet Jose encouraged you to go further.

🐟 You began taking small steps, at the same time noticing that the boys are standing behind you. You almost felt like they’re sacrificing you for some ancient deity. You’re heart was again beating like crazy, until light suddenly filled the entire place.

🐟 Your heart dropped, but this time because of the wonderful sight. To your surprise, this scary cave had a small theater inside! It was filled with decorations and most importantly, with other survivors and hunters from the manor. Everyone rushed to wish you a happy birthday!

🐟 The only person you didn’t see yet was Orpheus. That will change soon. Jose led you to the theater seats. He specifically made sure that you arrive to the VIP one. Shortly after, everyone took their seats, except a few people. You assumed they were hired to be the actors.

🐟 The show finally started. It began with Orpheus and his speech about his play as well as his partner’s impact on it. You felt absolutely moved. When the story started, he was the one narrating it. It contained so much references only you and him could understand. Some scenes were even based on real events. You felt absolutely touched by his gesture.

🐟 When Orpheus falls, he falls hard.

First of all i’m sorry for the random fic-hcs mashup i’m aware this is rushed but i sadly don’t have time yet i really wanted to do something on your birthday 😔😔 i HOPE YOU HAVE A GREAT DAY!!!! LOVE YOU!!!

#idv #identity v #idv x reader #orpheus #idv orpheus #orpheus x reader #identity v x reader #idv hcs #idv novelist

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missuga · 2 years

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7:12 p.m — Kuroo Tetsurou

+ established relationship, college au.

The first thing you noticed when you woke up was how warm you were.

It took you a few long moments to realize that you’d fallen asleep, not really remembering even crawling into your bed. The blankets were so warm it wasn’t really surprising though, it’d been freezing all day long.

Pulling the blankets further over your shoulders you could’ve fallen back asleep, and you almost did, if it wasn’t for the loud bang sounding from the kitchen followed by a string of soft curses.

Once again it took you a second for the voice to register in your head, thoughts foggy from the sleep that was calling out to you still.

You almost didn’t want to get out of bed to check out what the commotion in the kitchen was.

Luck must’ve been on your side, as you opened your eyes for the first time reaching for your phone to see just how long you slept you noticed Kuroo’s head peeking through your door.

“Shit, did I wake you up?”

“Mmm not really.” You smiled, pulling the blankets up to your chin as you turned towards the door.

“You look comfy.” He started, stepping fully into your room now once he knew you were awake. “You’ve been out for a while, I was starting to think you’d sleep all night.”

“Really?” You asked, you still hadn’t looked to see what the time was. “When did you get home?”

“A few hours ago I think.” He laughed when your eyes widened slightly. “It’s almost seven.”

“Seven?” You checked your phone to make sure he wasn’t messing with you, and sure enough, you’d slept for over four hours. “Damn, sorry, I didn’t realize.”

“I would’ve woken you up but I figured you needed the rest.” Kuroo smiled when you shook your head, moving to sit on the edge of the bed now. “No, you’ve been pushing yourself a lot, you can take a nap once in a while.”

You didn’t respond to that knowing he was probably right, even if you felt a little guilty.

“Have you eaten dinner?”

“No.” He answered after a second, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. “I wanted to wait for you so you weren’t eating alone.”

“Oh my god, you’re adorable.” You laughed, shifting under the blankets to look at him better, still not wanting to pull yourself from the warmth yet. “You did not have to wait for me.”

“It’s fine, I wasn’t too hungry. I’d rather eat with you anyway.” He looked away for a second but you could still see the slight tinge of pink dusting his cheeks.

“Hmm. You think dinner could wait a little longer?”

“Yeah, I think so.” Kuroo turned back to you, an interested look adorning his face now at the tone of your voice. “Why?”

“C’mere.” You pushed back the blankets just enough to open up a spot for him next to you. “I don’t want to get out of bed yet.”

“You’re kidding.”

“You should rest too, you were up before the crack of dawn today.” You knew he’d been working hard on his classes lately, probably even harder than you.

“I’m fine.”

“Tetsu.” You started, glaring up at him, there was no way he should be able to let you rest without allowing some time for him as well. “Get your ass over here, I swear.”

“Oh my god fine.” He laughed, shaking his head a little before obliging and crawling under the blankets with you. Immediately wrapping his arms around you to pull you against him.

“That’s better, I knew something was missing.” You sighed, closing your eyes once again as you laid your head against his chest, somehow he was even warmer than you were before.

“It’s been a while since we’ve done this, huh.” He mumbled after a minute, his hand rubbing soft circles against your back slowing slightly.

“Yeah, it has.” You couldn’t even fully remember the last time the two of you just laid in bed like that. “Probably since last semester.”

“I think your right.” His voice was softer now, and it took him a long moment to answer. “Don’t you dare fall asleep again.”

“Take your own advice.” You spoke softly, knowing how easily he fell asleep, it was almost as soon as he shut his eyes. He was most likely just seconds away from falling asleep now. “Just go to sleep.”

“Mmm, fine. Love you.”

“I love you too”

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weskin-time · 1 year

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Leon Kennedy x GN!Reader

this has been in my drafts for a while now and i didn’t know if i wanted to post it or not but idk so here it is

Angst and Fluff <3 not beta read

CW- depictions of disassociation, mental health at a low, depression, depersonalization, derealization, and the likes.

Today wasn’t a good day.

Your brain swam between reality and your thoughts, a heavy fog laid on your eyes making you see through a hazy tunnel; your body felt wrong, like your bones didn’t match your meat but worse of all you were dissociating all day.

Work went by fast, in small blinks where you ‘woke up’ from your haze only to go dark again where you woke up at home. You barely remember the day, didn’t talk to anyone, not even responding to your partner if he texted you, you just were a ghost today.

You curled up on your bed, work clothes still on as your brain melted in the dim light of the day that was about to end. You tried not to focus on the feeling of being watched, tried not to focus on the ideas your brain saw but your eyes didn’t, you tried so hard to ignore the primal fear as you imagined shadows watching you from the corners of your room. Your body didn’t even exist. Your brain didn’t even register the feeling of having a body, you didn’t even have a head, you couldn’t feel your skin against the blankets or the feeling of your work clothes pressed against the bed.

You spent your bad days balancing between being hyper aware or dissociating. Everything seemed like it was too much and not enough at the same time, as if-

-You opened your front door to the face of your boyfriend. How did you get here? You took a second to ground yourself as you looked at him, there was a knock on the door and you got out of your depression room and made your way to it.

Leon stood there, the sunset behind him as the stars were just starting to become visible, barley.

“Did you just get home?” he asked glancing at your outfit.

You looked down at your work clothes and then pulled out your phone to check the time. “uh no i’ve been home for,,,,” you paused as you counted. “like 4 hours?”

“And you haven’t changed?”

you shook your head and shrugged. “I got lazy.” You didn’t want to worry him about your state but seeing as you haven’t texted him all day and the fact he showed up at your place says he might be already worried.

“I tried contacting you the entire day, are you doin okay?”

You faintly remember your phone ringing at some point in your haze, you just ignored it.

“Yea i was taking a nap.” You lean on your door somewhat blocking Leon from entering or seeing your messy apartment.

“In your work clothes?” He had you there.

You look away from him as your brain tried to take a step back and run on autopilot, your blinked hard to try and keep it awake. You couldn’t disappear in front of Leon, you wouldn’t be able to make him less worried about your-

-The couch was the first thing you felt as you awoke from the fog. Taking a second to remember how you got here as you looked at Leon. He broke you down and you let him in to your place. Instantly you hated that you did that. Your apartment was a wreck, dirty dishes piled up, crumbs on the floor, cups in places they shouldn’t be, food left out, clothes on the floor, and trash everywhere. You felt what you could only assume to be shame as he looked around your apartment, he’s been here before but you were in a better state of mind and cleaned the place before hand. You didn’t want him to see you like this ever.

“Are you sure you’re doin okay?” He was sat on the couch next to you and took your hand in his own, rubbing his thumb against your knuckles. “You look like hell.”

You close your eyes and mumble out a quiet ‘tired’ as you focused on the feeling of him. You didn’t want to be a burden.

“Then go change and go to bed, i’ll stay with you tonight, if you want.”

You had a feeling he had picked up on you not doing too well, it was obvious with the state of your living room alone. He didn’t ask you to tell him what was wrong and you appreciated that a lot. The haze never shook itself and you began to not feel real, like everything around you was a lie, and a small paranoid thought came that you were just talking to air. You leaned into him, knowing if you felt more of him you would get some feel for reality.

Leon wrapped an arm around your back and shifted so he could rest the backs of your knees on his arm as he lifted you up, a small yelp and the shock of the sudden pick up woke you up enough to hold on to him as he brought you to your bathroom and sat you on the sink counter. You blinked at him in confusion as he started the shower.

“Come on, get undressed and get in. I’ll get you something to sleep in.”

Before you could even respond to him he was out of the bathroom and closed the door behind you. You felt something stir in your chest and you couldn’t tell if it was a good feeling or a sick one, it might have been a mix of love and guilt.

You did as you were instructed and got in the warm shower, the water seeming to ground you a lot better than you thought it would. As the steam clouded the air your brain fog seemed to dissipate in opposition. The door opened at some point as Leon put a change of clothes on the counter and too your work clothes away.

You got out of the shower and changed, never looking in the mirror or even glancing at it, you didn’t want to see what you looked like.

Making your way out of the bathroom you saw that your apartment was a bit more neater now, all the clothes everywhere were gone from the floor and on furniture. You looked and saw Leon by your washer loading your dirty clothes in.

“What are you doing? I could have done that, you didn’t have to do all this.” You didn’t say it in anger you said it with concern dripping from your words. He knew you had problems with people doing your stuff for you, that you could do things yourself regardless of how bad you got, but he seemed to know what to say to bypass that wall in your brain.

“I needed something to do while you were in there. It’s fine babe don’t worry.” He closed the lid and started it.

He turned to you once again and lead you to your bedroom which was weird to see with a few piles of clothes missing. He too changed into clothes that he had left at your place a few weeks ago and slipped under the covers of your unmade bed with you.

You never liked to admit it but being next to him helped your brain a lot. Cuddling up to him as you two faced each other, your face in his chest and his arms around your midsection, his chin resting on your head as you nuzzled your nose into his neck. He ran his hand over your arm and back in comforting strokes up and down as he talked bout his day, what he did, about a funny story Chris told him, just anything as you felt your eyes burn. Reality wrapped itself around you like the blanket on top of the two of you as your mind caught up to your body. Exhaustion set in as you realized that going to bed at 2 am and waking up at 5 am for work is probably not good at all for your system.

A small soft kiss to your forehead and you were out like a light in Leon’s arms.

——————————————————————

Waking up the next morning to the sun high in the sky was scary when you have to be up before dawn for work. You scrambled and stumbled, sleep still fresh on your brain, to check the time on your phone. It was almost noon.

You ran out of your bedroom and into your living room to grab your work clothes but instantly stopped when you saw Leon standing in your kitchen hovering over the stove cooking something. Confusing gripped you as you looked around your place, the trash and dishes were gone, the pile of dishes that made you nauseous to look at were cleaned and put away, the trash was gone and so were the crumbs, left out food was gone, your place looked cleaner than ever.

“L-Leon?” You were trying to sort your brain out for a proper emotion to feel in this moment.

“Good afternoon!” He turned away from the stove and you could see he was making an omelette. “Wondered when you were gonna wake up.” He took the pan off the stove and moved the omelette to a plate, setting the pan back in the stove to cool.

“Why’d you let me sleep so late? I gotta get to work!” You b lined for the laundry room to grab your clothes before Leon stopped you.

“No need. I told them you weren’t gonna come in today and tomorrow.”

“What?” Sleep let you go as you were almost struggling to process what was happening.

“Called in sick.” He shrugged with a smile on his face.

A silence filled the air as you processed not going to work and also your now very much clean apartment.

“Did you,, clean up for me?”

“I also prepped some meals for you for the week, they’re in the fridge.” He jerked his head in the direction of the machine. “No need to thank me.”

You just stood there and blinked. If you could physically make the old Widows start up sound you would be as the cogs in your brain turned before they finally clicked.

“,,,Why?”

There was another pause before Leon spoke, he leaned his back against the counter and folded his arms over his chest. “Because I love you?” He said it like it was obvious as saying a ‘dog has a tail’. “I know how you get sometimes and I know how hard it is for you. Not to mention you’ve helped me a few times when i’ve been in your position.”

It’s true. You had helped him in the past when his brain got too much too, when memories of the police station and Spain rests on his shoulders heavier than weights and he can’t seem to shake them you’ve tried to help lift some of the pressure from him. You’ve done almost exactly what he’s done today a few times for him. There were a few thoughts on your brain as you sat and processed his very obvious love for you, one of them was the term ‘male wife’, another thought was ‘i need to marry him now before someone takes him away from me’, and another thought was the feeling of pure love. So much so that your brain seemed to short circuit and tears began to sting your eyes and blur your vision.

He saw this and was instantly by your side, his arm around your back and his other hand against where your skull meets your neck as he pulled you into him, squeezing you in an embrace that radiated affection.

“I love you Leon.” Was all you could choke out as you tried to, and failed, to choke back a sob.

“I love you too.”

#tezi post #resident evil #resident evil x reader #resident evil imagine #resident evil leon kennedy #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy headcanons #resident evil leon #re4 #re2 #re6

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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 10 months

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Your butterfly Howdy- so so so obsessed!! please tell me you thoughts I love him!! The thought of him simply falling from his chrysalis in a big sopping mess is so real™ , true butterfly moment

i would be Delighted to Talk. i always am. i have many thoughts always about everything. especially This. gonna add a cut so there's not a wall of text on my blog

okay so 1) i don't think he'd give any warning that he's gonna turn into a chrysalis. probably because he wouldn't realize it's happening bc like... those good ol caterpillar instincts took over <3 also it probably made him very very eepy

in his perspective, he took a nap and woke up spontaneously Different. everybody else had to deal with a solid few weeks of him being a chrysalis. and it's not like he was resting inside it - there is soooo much going on in metamorphosis, caterpillars/butterflies Do Not Rest At All

so when he emerges from the chrysalis (as a pathetic wet rag of a man <3) he's just... so out of it. his memory is a little fucky for a bit, he's weak, & he's exhausted to the point where the only time he's awake is to eat (gotta get that energy back!). that's it. he's dead asleep, wakes up, demolishes an entire bowl of fruit, and passes back out. can't even speak coherently.

he slowly gains lucidity until he's functional. he has a small period of time where he's kind of delirious/loopy from an overdose on Sleep, and it's hell on earth for everyone to deal with. i like to think that his main Watchers during this time are Poppy and Barnaby, both bc they're both big enough to wrangle him and bc of obvious reasons. (Poppy is a worrier and Barnaby is in love with Howdy)

when Howdy's loopyness wears off, he's still very tired and a bit spacey, but hey! he reopens the bodega! not that he needs to, since everyone was getting stuff from it anyway. he has a lot of IOU's in the never-used cash register <3 and lots of sweet notes. everyone missed him <3

so for a while when he's functional-but-Exhausted, he's a bit of a grouch. he simply does not have the energy to deal with Shenanigans and Excitement. if anyone walks into the bodega he's basically like "get your shit and get out, thank you, bye". he still sometimes nods off at the counter. eepy eepy bug.

and i don't think he'd really like his new appearance at first? i get the vibes that he Didn't want to pupate OH MY GOD THAT'S THE WORD! I'VE BEEN USING CHRYSALIZE WHICH ISNT EVEN A WORD BC I FORGOT 'PUPATE'. FUCK!, so he was subconsciously putting it off and was able to live for such a long time as a caterpillar.

but oopsie! he lost the battle of biological will! now he's got So Much Fluff and wings and claws and longer antennae and like... he's blue now. that would probably be at least a little unsettling, especially since he didn't realize it was going to happen. also he has to tailor all of his clothes to fit the wings and the Fluff.

plus, i imagine butterfly/moth wings are a Bitch to deal with. they don't fold like bird or bat wings, and they're kinda delicate - though due to Howdy's size, i'm sure they're more durable than a normal butterfly's - so i bet they are Constantly In The Way. (Barnaby probably makes a joke about how "Eddie's supposed to be the clumsy one" after Howdy knocks over a display with his wings for the umpteenth time. cue Barnaby getting kicked out of the store)

it takes a while for Howdy to get them under Control. they'd probably give away ever emotion he has. angry/frustrated? fluttering like crazy. thinking happy/fluffy thoughts or daydreaming? slow opening-closing. sad/pensive? droopy wing cape. stressed/high-strung? closed tight like a book. etc.

(similarly, his antennae are Very expressive! this is not something he can control unless he focuses extra hard. within a week Frank has memorized what each curl and twitch means)

but once Howdy has reconciled with his new appearance & has wrangled his wings, He Is So Fruity And Even More Eccentric. he fell outta that chrysalis and went "im gay now! 🧚‍♂️💅" kidding Kidding. kind of.

idk why, just... i feel like he gets a confidence boost. he realizes hes a Pretty Boy™️. he's like "this is what it must feel like for Eddie when he does drag". he's got that extra fruity Flair yk yk.

and sure, flowers are a little more distracting to Howdy than they used to be, prefers fruit over greenery, and he can't resist taking a short break every day to sun his wings, but other than that things are mostly normal. he's just extra pretty now.

#FORGOT THIS HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY DRAFTS FOR LIKE. A WEEK OR TWO. FUCKING OOPSIES!#oh my god. Pause The Post. my cat dropped a whisker on my desk... ive been blessed...#her lil pointy whisker... d'aw....#AWWWWW ITS GOT A LITTLE CURL AT THE END <3<3<3 #anyway Anyway butterfly howdy.#i have More Specific thoughts for Scenes and tidbits but this post has gotten long enough #enjoy Enjoy!!#i hope this was coherent!#yassified howdy <3 #rambles from the bog #many laughingstock thoughts as well for butterfly howdy. so many thoughts...

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buckybarnesb-tch · 10 months

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Random Thought: Klaus Mikaelson

Insomnia

Klaus would be happy to stay up with you whenever you can’t sleep.

He doesn’t know that you have insomnia at first and it takes him a little while to realize. He is a bit put off by the fact that you don’t stay overnight at his house when you spend the night together though he stays with you as often as he can. You would be up all night, in and out of sleep on occasion with him wrapped around you while you read on your phone knowing that you would sleep even less in a different bed.

The first night you finally stayed with him (after he begged, planning to have his chef make you both breakfast in bed and show you how nice staying with him can be) he snuggled you to his chest and fell asleep around midnight. He assumed you were asleep too and the only problem was there was no plug close enough to charge your phone so once it died, you were just laying there unable to sleep.

After an hour and a half you needed to move and slithered your way out of his grip, giving him a pillow to hold onto. You went to the bathroom before settling into the giant beanbag he had put in his art room for you and hunkering down with a book. You only planned to stay there until you felt like you could drift off to sleep and before you knew it, it was 3:30am and the door creaked open to reveal a half asleep Klaus with a confused look on his face.

‘What are you doing? It’s 3:30, my Princess should be fast asleep.’ His voice was deep and rough with sleep as he crouched beside you, caressing your thigh as he awaited your response.

‘I just can’t sleep, it’s okay. You should go back to bed Nik.’ You didn’t want to tell him about your insomnia, you were embarrassed that your body can’t do one of the most basic human functions.

‘Hey.’ He took hold of your chin and brought it up to face him, clearly seeing you weren’t being truthful and waiting patiently for you to come clean (something he only does for you). ‘Talk to me lovely. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.’

You took his hand in yours and sighed. ‘I don’t sleep well, ever, I never have. Not since I was 8 or 9 at least, I was diagnosed with insomnia when I was 10. It’s okay. Go back to sleep Nik, I-‘

‘Why didn’t you tell me? All this time I’ve been staying with you and you’ve been awake, unable to sleep while I could’ve helped you.’ You had to smile at that, Nik always thought he could fix everything that you had a problem with, hating when you were sick or upset. ‘I’ll make you some tea. Go lay back in bed Princess.’ He helped you up before going to make you tea.

Klaus made you chamomile tea every night from then on, you don’t know what he did to it as you’d tried tea a million times, but it gave you sleep for a solid 5-6 hours before you woke up again. Klaus would stay up with you the nights you still couldn’t sleep, sometimes compelling you to sleep on nights it was awful. He also took to taking naps with you in the daytime when tiredness overwhelmed you, it was actually something he enjoyed quite a bit.

Klaus finding out about your insomnia actually doubled your snuggle time so it was 100% worth it.

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spnexploration · 10 months

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Pack chapter 22

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Sam Winchester x Omega!Madison

Series summary: Omega!Reader is thrown into a world she's not expecting when her mate turns out to be a hunter, and she's not used to Alpha & Omega Pack dynamics.

Chapter summary: The morning after your night alone.

Chapter warnings: reader self-conscious including about her body, but nothing particularly detailed

Word count: 2.6k (long one!)

A/N: I forgot to add the last chapter to the masterlist when I posted it, which I have now done. Sorry about that! Make sure you read it first.

This fulfils the nesting square of my 2023 SPN AU bingo.

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Part 21 <- -> Part 23

“Good morning Y/N, how’d you sleep?” Sam asked as I trudged into the kitchen.

I just groaned in response.

He chuckled, “You really are perfect for Dean. There's fresh coffee if you'd like some.” I nodded and he fetched me a cup.

I was halfway through before I thought of sharing my news. “Dean messaged me when he got to Claire, at like 3am.”

“Yeah, he messaged me too. He said he's going to work the case with her today, then decide if they stay for tomorrow. I think he realises she'll rebel even more if he dismisses her work.”

I nodded, focused back on my coffee.

“So what are we doing today?” I asked when I was feeling more awake.

“That’s up to you. We can do some more lore if you'd like, you can spend the day reading or watching TV, or you can put yourself in Madison's hands and let her go crazy keeping you entertained.”

I laughed. “Maybe we can do some lore and then I'll see if I'm up for Madi entertainment.”

“Good choice. Grab some breakfast and then meet me in the library. I'll fill Mads in when she's out of the shower.”

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Sam had me try reading some lore myself and try to make sense of it, all related to the topics we'd covered yesterday. I didn't realise how complicated killing monsters was!

After a while I was feeling tired and run down, so I headed off to Dean's room for a nap. It was probably just the poor sleep I’d had last night without Dean around. I snuggled into his pillow and fell asleep instantly.

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I woke later. I was not feeling better. I felt so cold, but I was drenched in sweat. My joints ached, it was hard to move them at all.

It took a lot of effort, but I made it to the door finally. I was going to call out for Sam and Madi, hope that they had medication for whatever illness must've struck me down.

I opened the door but felt out of breath with the effort of crossing the room. I had to get my breath back before I could call out.

Suddenly, I heard hurried footsteps.

“Y/N?” Sam called, sounding worried. “We're coming.”

How did he know I needed him?

He rounded the corner a few seconds later, Madison hot on his heels.

“I think I'm sick,” I wheezed out.

“Omega, you're in heat,” he said gently. “I smelt it as soon as you opened the door.”

“But this feels- I've never felt like I was dying before!” I started to fall as I used up all my energy complaining. Sam quickly caught me and carried me back to Dean's bed. Now that he said it, I could feel slick gathering between my legs, but given how much sweat I was covered in, I hadn't really noticed before.

His phone started ringing. It said 'Claire Novak’ on the caller ID.

He answered and put it on speaker, “Hey Claire.”

“Sam! Dean just went into a rut and he is fucking mental! What the hell do I do?!”

I thanked my lucky stars that my body had settled on Dean, that our cycles had aligned. But now I just had to get to him, to be claimed. I shivered. What if my heat finished before I got to him?

“First, tell him Y/N is in heat,” Sam said to Claire. “It will reassure him some.”

“Sam says Y/N is in heat,” she said slightly muffled, like she'd turned the phone away. “He's growling, hang on.”

There were some strange noises and then Dean’s voice, much lower than normal, “Omega?”

“I'm here Alpha,” I managed.

“You... ok?” he sounded like speaking was hard for him.

“Yeah, I'll be ok.” I didn't want to tell him how unwell I felt.

Sam gave me a knowing look and said, “Alpha, can you put Claire back on? I'm going to work with her to get you two together.” Dean growled slightly throughout, but the sounds of the phone passing happened again.

“Sam?” Claire asked. “He didn't say anything, he just gave me the phone back.”

“Ok,” Sam continued, “The next thing you do is that you submit to him. If you start challenging him when he is in an unfilled rut, away from the Omega he is yet to claim, he is going to go feral. I recommend calling him 'Alpha’ and barring your neck if he gets antsy.”

“Great,” she deadpanned. The teenage sass was practically dripping.

“And then you get him back here, as fast as you can.”

“What about the case?” she asked petulantly.

“Claire, I promise, we will help you on this case. But this is literally the second time he has gone into a rut after finding his mate, their mating has already been threatened by factors outside their control. They cannot miss this opportunity. Plus I’ve got an Omega here who’s about to go through the worst heat of her life, she needs him.”

I gulped at Sam’s words.

“Ok, I get it. Sorry. I’ll get him back.”

“Thanks Claire.”

“Bye.”

Sam hung up and turned to me. “It's gonna be a while before they can get here, so we need to get you comfortable.”

“What- what if he doesn’t?”

“That's not going to happen. You've only just gone into heat, and even your normal heat probably lasts longer than one day?” I nodded. “This one is likely to be longer, and worse. Dean got to Claire in about half a day. There is plenty of time, Omega.”

I sniffled and he stroked my hair gently.

“How about we get you some painkillers and a cool bath or shower to try and drop this fever a bit, and then Madi can stay with you. I don't think you're going to want to be around another Alpha too much, but I'll help with the cooling down because I don't think you can hold yourself up right now. Does that sound ok?”

I nodded, too tired and achey to reply.

“I'm going to take off some of your clothes, ok?” I half-heartedly nodded. “Omega, I need your words. I'm not going to do anything you don't consent to.”

“Yes,” I mumbled.

“Ok, thank you.” He started to pull Dean's flannel off me and I whined. “I know, I know, we’ll get back to Dean’s scent as soon as we can. Now, bath or shower?”

I shrugged. He kept gently removing my clothes until I was in just my underwear. I wished he was Dean. Partway through Madi had brought me painkillers and water, but I didn't feel any better yet. Everything ached and every so often I shivered, although Sam assured me I was actually hot.

“I'm going to carry you to the bathroom, ok?” I nodded and he lifted me up bridal style. I leant my head on his shoulder and, whilst he smelled reassuringly like Pack, I just wanted Dean. I started to cry.

“I know, I know,” he murmured reassuringly. “We’re gonna get Dean back as fast as we can, ok? And you're gonna feel a bit better soon. You're gonna be ok.”

He made it to the bathroom where Madi was standing next to the full bath. “Ready?” he asked me.

“Yes,” I mumbled.

He went to his knees and lowered me into the water. It felt strange at first and I clung to Sam's neck, but after a few moments it felt better and I let go of him.

“Now, ordinarily we'd leave you alone, but I don't think you're well enough for that right now.”

I nodded. I felt too weak to do much more, which was probably Sam's point.

Madi wet a face washer and put it on my forehead. I lay back and closed my eyes. I was starting to feel a little bit better. My joints weren't aching quite as much.

I relaxed.

“Hey, hey,” Sam said, tapping my face. I didn't know how much time had passed. “No falling asleep in the bath.” I blearily opened my eyes and tried to glare at him. He chuckled, “I'm not about to let you drown in our own house.”

I started to get uncomfortable, trying to find a way to position myself. And the water was starting to feel cold. Sam must've noticed my fidgeting as he said, “How about we get you out?” I nodded. “You wanna try standing up?” I nodded again and he reached in, lifting me out and gently placing me on my feet on the mat. Madi wrapped me in a towel.

I was still too sore to do much other than whimper as Madi dried me off. It was like having the worst case of flu ever.

Slick flooded out of me into my wet undies and down my legs. I saw Sam's nostrils flare as he smelled it, and he swallowed thickly.

“Are- are you ok?” I asked him, suddenly worried that he might be unable to control his reactions.

“Yes, sorry I scared you. I'm not going to hurt you. The scent of Omega in heat is just a bit, uh, overwhelming to Alpha senses. But it's fine,” he said with a reassuring smile.

I felt like I knew what he meant. His Alpha smell was starting to get overpowering. I scrunched my nose up a little as I smelled him and he chuckled.

“I think you're entering the horny phase of heat,” Madi observed wryly. “Let's get you back to your room and we can kick Sam out before you start scratching him for getting too close to you.” Sam laughed.

“Huh?”

“I might have clawed Dean when he came into the kitchen and surprised me when I was in heat one time,” she said with a smirk. “He was literally just walking past but I, uh, reacted with claws before my brain engaged. Anyway, enough about me, I think you're dry enough.”

“Are you ok if I pick you up again?” Sam asked me.

I was still feeling weak and shaky, so I nodded. He lifted me into his arms and my skin started to crawl. I didn't like Sam touching me, he was wrong, wrong!

“It's ok, I'm going to put you down and leave in just a sec,” he murmured. I was holding myself tense, probably having my facial expressions tell the story of my discomfort.

I suddenly realised I was starting to growl.

I couldn't stop.

He placed me on Dean's bed and hastily backed away. I grabbed Dean's flannel and rubbed it over my face, utterly enthralled with its scent.

“Message me if you need anything,” he said to Madi. “I'll keep you in the loop if I hear anything from Claire or Dean.”

He left. I stopped growling.

“Alright, let's get you out of those wet things,” Madi said.

I tried to reach behind me to unclasp my bra, but my arms were too weak to undo it. I started to cry, scared and annoyed about what was happening to me.

Madi sat next to me and wrapped her arm around my back. “I promise, it'll get better. I think you're feeling rubbish right now partly because of your massive fever, and partly because you're away from your mate. When Dean gets here, I promise it will get better.”

“Omega biology sucks.”

“Oh, so much! Ruts look way easier to get through than the shit we have to put up with.”

“Was it like this for you? I didn't expect to feel this much like I’d been hit by a truck.”

“No, I had Sam with me. So whilst I felt bad when it started, we pretty quickly got to dealing with it. And it sucks you don't have Dean, but he is on his way. You just gotta hang in there for a bit longer.”

I sniffled. More slick flooded out of me, for no apparent reason, and I felt weirdly like my skin was missing something. I started to fidget, trying to work out what I was feeling.

“Ok, ok, before you get all antsy, let's get you in fresh clothes.” I’d almost forgotten my bra and undies were wet from the bath, so distracted by the various painful and strange sensations from my body. I let Madi help me out of them and into a pair of summer pyjamas.

I grabbed Dean's flannel again, rubbing it over me. Then I smelled his pillow, bringing that to me too. I tried to wrap them around me, whining when it wouldn't work.

“You ever built a nest before, Y/N?”

“Huh?”

“I think you’re trying to nest. Hang on,” she pulled out her phone and tapped away at it.

I couldn't focus on what she was doing, I was too busy trying to work out what to do with Dean's things. I'd positioned myself over his side of the bed, throwing back the covers so I could smell it better. I kept moving his pillow and his flannel around, but it just wouldn't do what I wanted. I was starting to shiver again, and Madison held her hand to my forehead.

“Fuck,” she muttered, “you're burning up again.”

A few moments later there was a knock at the door and Sam pushed a laundry basket of clothes in. I growled at him. I didn't mean to, I just couldn't help it. He quickly shut the door.

I finally smelt the clothes, now that Sam's wrongness had gone. Dean!! I reached out weakly to the basket and Madi picked it up and brought it to me.

“I asked Sam to get all of the clothes out of the hamper that were yours or Dean's and smelled like Dean. I thought you might like to use them in your nest.”

I purred at her and set about arranging the clothes. I don't think I've ever purred in my life.

I had to admit, now that I was putting things where they felt most right, I was clearly making a nest on the bed. I was surrounding myself in Dean's scent, picking up each item and carefully deciding where exactly to put it.

Once it was done, I tried to position myself in it. It wasn't big enough. It wasn't quite right. I wanted Dean!! I whined.

My skin was feeling strange again. I tried to scratch it to make myself feel better. But it wasn't quite itchy? It was something else. I rubbed it. Yes, that was better. But it still wasn't right.

I moved my hands around on my body. It felt a bit better. But not enough. Now I was getting frustrated that it wasn't feeling better enough.

I whined again.

“Where are your toys?” Madi asked me.

“What toys?”

“Sex toys. Can't you tell you’re getting super horny?”

Oh. Maybe that's why my skin felt weird. And why it didn't feel like the right touching. It didn't feel like normal arousal, and I’d been so distracted by everything else, I hadn't even recognised it.

I moved my hands lower. I slipped my fingers under the waistband of my shorts and approached my clit. Fuck it was sensitive right now!

I tried to get Dean's scent. I tried to find the best way to be in my nest. I tried to rub myself, but it felt like trying to tickle yourself. I wasn’t getting anywhere. My skin was crawling again and my joints were aching. I was so annoyed!

Madi appeared in front of me. I had forgotten all about her. She held out her hand.

“Try this,” she said as she handed me a vibrator. “Trust me.”

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【 glittering desires 】

author's note: here we go, this is the homage to the fact that fairy gala leona actually came home :'))) look this card is pretty but it was also pretty expensive haha- also we don't talk abt how fast i wrote this after i got the inspo... anyways. i hope you have fun reading this bc i sure had fun writing it !

characters: gn! prefect, leona kingscholar

word count: 1.6k

tags: leona is a bully /lh, your honor this man is madly in love, no bc he's so mushy and for what ??, he's 100% whipped, bc he's leona there's banter, he sees the prefect and he's like "wow sparkly...i love them..." that's it, that's the fic.

[ or read it on ao3 | the fairy gala collection ]

When he woke up from his nap, it was to the sound of their voice. At first, he thought it was his mind playing tricks on him; giving him dreams that were too far out of his reach. Dreams spun of laughter that were far too sweet to ever be fully his. Mere fantasies that Leona couldn't even believe in, let alone grasp.

And it was annoying how often he found himself dreaming of them lately. Especially after this stupid, annoying task that the damn crow assigned them. So he grunted, pressing his eyes shut further; hoping that the image of them would finally disappear.

That was until he felt the tug on his leg, "Leo~na? Are you still asleep? Geez, how did you even make it up there?"

Ah. That was the real them, wasn't it?

Weighted eyelids eased open, watching as they clambered up the tree to get to him. He made no attempt to move; keeping his tail as still as he could. Instead, he watched— thoroughly amused— as they huffed, finally managing to haul themself onto a nearby branch.

He chose that moment to finally speak, "Crewel's gonna flip if you get that dirty."

Their shoulders jolted, " Sevens– How long have you been awake for?"

"Just now," Leona yawned, giving his neck a stretch. "What're you doing here?" He watched with unease as they situated themself on the branch. He reached for his magic pen, just in case.

"I was looking for you," They chuckled lightly. "Vil-senpai was flipping his lid over you escaping while he wasn't looking. He asked me to look for you."

"And?" Leona had to thank Vil for this opportunity. It wasn't often that he got time alone with them. "Did he think a herbivore like you could take me back there?"

"Stop being childish," They tutted, and the decorations on their clothes clinked as they moved. "You know Vil-senpai's only being harsh because we don't have much time. And besides, you're the centerpiece of our show."

"Damn right I am," Leona said, infusing his words with arrogance as a ploy. "And this star needs some rest from that guy's tyranny."

"C'mon, I'll accompany you back and watch your practice," They bargained, holding out a hand. And Leona considered it for a moment. Having them there would be better than not having them there. But that kind of deal was too easy.

He raised a brow, "You think that's gonna work?"

"Mmm, Ruggie-senpai told me to try it out," There was a foolish smile on their face. It made Leona look away; frustrated from how unaware they were. "Guess he was wrong."

"'Course he was."

"So then how will I get this great and mighty Leona-sama back to the practice rooms?" A hand was placed exaggeratedly on their chin.

Leona jumped down before they could say another word. It was better to let them trip over themselves to think of how to repay him. After all, the person who wants something is always at a disadvantage. They just had more to lose.

He brushed off his pants, untangling the sash before sparing them a glance, "You coming?"

"Wh- it took me five minutes to get up here-! Hey, don't leave without me!" Leona paused. His sharp eyes didn't miss a glint in the grass, pocketing the item as he waited. His ears twitched slightly, making sure that they didn't just face-plant on the ground.

A moment later and they were next to him, complaining all the while, "Why are you suddenly...no, this is a good thing. But–"

"Just changed my mind," The corner of his lips twitched at their blatant disbelief. "What? Even stubborn lions can change their minds sometimes."

They made it into the hallways of Pomefiore before they spoke again, "I'm still trying to figure out your angle."

"There's no angle," Leona said, and their eyes narrowed at him like he was crazy.

"Ah wait," They stopped in their tracks, patting down their front. "I almost forgot about this." In their hands were the...weeds that Leona had in his hair. Crewel and Vil had called it an "avant-garde masterpiece of a hair accessory" but really, it looked like a weed to Leona.

"Go and sit," They tilted their head towards the throne in the center of the Pomefiore lounge.

He scoffed, "No way. There's literally a normal chair right there."

And him? Sitting on that shiny excuse of a throne? The very one Vil sat on? Definitely not. Even if a small part of him longed for a throne of his own, that...thing was no throne. It was a toy for make-believe at best.

They tugged at his arm, "Come on, I bet everyone wants to sit in that at least once." Their eyes met his; twinkling mischievously, "Are you scared someone will see? Everyone's at their clubs right now."

"Fucking– just...do it quick," He grumbled, settling onto the velvet plushness of the so-called throne.

His mouth pressed into a firm line as they drew closer, trepidation crawling under his skin. Their fingers brushed through his hair lightly at first. Then gaining confidence, till they were combing through the brown strands thoroughly.

As they leaned in closer, he watched as they eclipsed the brightness of the chandelier; basking him in their shadow. They were close enough that Leona could smell the scent of flowery perfume clinging onto their clothes; no doubt courtesy of Vil.

They weren't looking at him. No, they were far too focused on his hair. It was a good thing, really. Because if they were looking at him...well, Leona wouldn't know how they would react.

Emerald eyes traced over their features: the concentrated crease of their brows, the curve of their cheek, and the length of their nose. The slightest part of their lips, the slow rise and fall of their shoulders almost lulling him into a sense of calm. He clutched at the chair, trying to ward off his observations to no avail.

Sevens, he wanted to kiss them. So badly. But he couldn't. Not here, and definitely not now. And not when he knew there was a big chance that they would never see him the same.

Instead, he reached a hand up, brushing firmly at their shoulder. That caused them to flinch in surprise, their gaze finally meeting his. His lips parted; throat feeling oddly dry, "There was somethin' there."

"Oh," Their eyes darted to his hand and back. "I think that might be glitter. Grim spilled a whole bunch of it on me earlier."

"Glitter," He repeated. "That's why you're so...shiny." He tried to ignore the halo of light that wrapped around the crown of their head, making them a monarch in their own right. Even if all they ruled over was his heart.

"You say that like you aren't shining yourself, Mr. Centerpiece," There was one last touch to their hair before they finally pulled back. Leona breathed out a long sigh of relief. "And done. Now it doesn't look like you rolled around in the bushes."

"Hah. As if that guy won't grill me anyway for disappearing," He stood up, trying to get the feeling back in his fingers from how hard he was gripping the chair. "C'mon, lead the way."

"You say that like you haven't been going there every day for this past week." They say that. They say that and yet they still held his sleeve as they lead the way.

"'M not a kid, herbivore," Leona said, though he made no move to brush them off. Rather, he enjoyed the sight of them leading him for once.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm trying to make sure you don't decide to slip away again," They said as they reached the room. "Now go and accept your fate. Running away is futile at this point." He stepped in front of them, reluctant to enter the room.

"Hey," He waited till they were finally looking at him again. He wanted to say a simple 'thank you'. That was what you said to people who you wanted to thank, right?

But what came out instead was, "You almost lost this." He pulled out the thing he had pocketed earlier. One of their bracelets. He could hazard a guess as to how they dropped it; probably during their earlier tree climbing.

They searched their wrists, eyes wide, "That's...one of my bracelets."

"Good of you to notice," Leona slipped it onto his own wrist. "Come find me after my practice is over 'n I'll give it back. You owe me, alright herbivore?"

"So there was a catch," He heard them mutter to themself. "Bastard."

His tail was high in the air as he lumbered into the practice room from hell. Kalim was in the corner doing squats, for some reason. And Vil was focused on Jamil. Though he was sure that Vil didn't miss his entrance. Leona took his place near one of the windows, heaving a sigh as he cast a spell to fill the vases with water.

Well, he had to say it was worth the trouble this time. After he finished his laps and tuned in for a lecturing by Vil, he had a, mm, meeting with the herbivore. Their bracelet made a light clink as he started his first lap. Leona felt a smile slowly suffuse his usually-indifferent expression. Ah, he really couldn't wait after all.

thank you for reading Leona Being Painfully In Love the musical fic !! i hope you enjoyed :DD if you did, go check out my masterlist or the rest of the fairy gala collection !

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Life is supposed to be an epic. A scroll that never stops rolling with a script that never takes a breath, but maybe Steve isn’t well versed in spotting the blank when it appears.

So, it’s best to mark his life in breaths.

The first time Tommy made him laugh so hard that strawberry milk shot out his nose and coated the lunch room table in foamy, blossoming pink friendship. Maybe that was chapter one. The first breath that made him whole. He had his second half, finally. For the first time in his life he had a friend.

The next breath he took was when his parents filed for divorce. It was a little more like trying to catch air in his lungs before a wave crashed overhead.

Steve’s father packed a suitcase and caught the train to Chicago because Steve’s mother wanted to keep the house.

He’d never heard them scream at each other like that.

In a panic, howling as their blue Mercedes pulled out of the driveway for the last time, she smashed her hand through the kitchen window.

Said it was because she was aiming to catch her wedding ring as it bounced along the counter tops, but.

Steve doesn’t remember that part.

He remembers other things.

Picking shards from her knuckles, breathing deep through his nose while his mother mimicked and shook so hard Steve felt like his lungs were going to knock loose from the force of it.

She pulled him close when the blood was gone. “You’re my protector, Steven,” She said.

“Like a shining Knight,” Steve said, even though there was nothing left to fight for. Where does the knight go when the kingdom sleeps.

Nancy gave him something to obsess over.

Her love was a chapter that brought peace. Nancy was like like napping in a filed with the sun on his face, belly full of cheese sandwiches and tart lemonade. Steve’s lungs carried air to every part of his body, making his limbs feel taught and weightless.

He got comfortable. Bored, maybe. Fell asleep.

And when he woke up, startled because Nancy had disappeared into the treeline and took all the warmth of summer with her when Steve wasn’t looking, his skin was red and sensitive. Burnt.

Steve had thought he was being helpful but it took forever for things to peel off and scab over. To become new, again.

After a while he learned to breathe on his own. He’s gotta live. And everything’s a blur, really. It’s gooey tentacle monsters and sleepless nights and the feeling of claws scraping down his throat when he jerks awake.

Startled.

Sucking enough air into his lungs to fill a weather balloon. To raise the titanic. To bring back the dead.

And it’s never enough.

But then he meets Billy, who’s name means Protector.

Billy, who’s probably the last chapter Steve will be able to discern the start of because he’s it, for Steve. He’s the binding glue that holds Steve’s saga together. He’s the protagonist and the tragic hero and the breath that escapes Steve’s lungs when he falls, bloodied, to a tiled floor in nowhere, Indiana.

The end of a story.

Steve spent every moment they were together holding his breath.

Billy spooks easily. He lashes out and then he cries about lashing out and he disappears, or he tries to, but Steve chases him while his chest contracts around big, heavy feelings.

Steve sits by Billy’s hospital bed and holds his breath.

Hopes Billy makes it out alive.

When Billy does, Steve breathes. Billy wakes up covered in bandages, rasping as he reaches for Steve over miles of scratchy hospital cotton, and Steve lets go.

Of his fears.

Of a breath he didn’t even know he was holding.

“What do you think happens to us when we die?”

Steve flicks his sneakers over the edge of the hospital bed as some poor nurse’s cart rattles down the hall. He’s not supposed to be up here, but Billy gets cold.

He talks more, these days.

Only to Steve.

Only to Max.

“I think we go to Heaven,” Steve answers. His hand is a weight on Billy’s thigh, a napping amphibian soaking all the warmth he keeps on offer.

Billy doesn’t say anything for a while. Then he says, “I don’t believe in Heaven,” so softly Steve almost can’t make it out in time. Billy leans back on the hospital bed, breathing harshly through his nose. “When I died--”

“That didn’t happen. I wouldn’t let it.”

“--I saw a river,” Billy tells him, anyway.

Steve remembers from his Nancy days that that’s a motif in Greek Mythology. Everyone passes down a river to get through the underworld. And there’s a three-headed dog, or something, guarding the entrance.

But Billy isn’t the kind of guy who’d believe in something like that.

“Orpheus and Eurydice are my favorite love story,” Steve says. Doesn’t mention that it was all that was playing in his head this summer, when everyone thought Billy had passed on.

When Billy blinks at him, it’s because he understands.

He’s smart. Smarter than Nancy, because he knows when to hold on with both hands. Smarter than Steve, because everyone is.

Billy sits up and leans closer. So close Steve can see green summer leaves swirling in his endless waves of blue. “Do you want to be buried, here?” Billy asks.

Steve swallows. “In Hawkins?”

“Yeah,” Billy says. Like he’s afraid of the answer. Like it matters to him.

And Steve’s smart enough not to fuck this up. “I want Hawkins to eat shit.”

“Okay,” Billy says easily. “What do you want them to do with your body?”

Once, a few years ago, Steve’s parents almost drove into a tree because the road was slick. The car was totaled and the responding officer said it was a miracle they made it out alive.

From that moment on, they never let Steve forget about it. The miracle. How lucky they were. They got a will drafted and sat Steve down on his fifteenth birthday to walk him through the specifics.

Cremation, no burial, no funeral.

Steve doesn’t like to think about death.

Billy frowns. He knocks Steve’s hand from his knee. “I want to be dumped in the ocean,” He says, like he’s expecting Steve to argue.

“From your casket?” Steve teases.

Billy doesn’t laugh.

It’s awkward. It’s uncomfortable and thinking about Billy, lying there like that--

“Let’s talk about something else,” Steve tries.

“No.”

“Why is it so important to you?”

“What, am I bumming you out, Harrington?” Billy snaps, eyes like the center of a flame. “I almost died this summer. Shit kinda fucks your priorities around a little.”

His voice shakes just enough that Steve can see through it to the root, stretching far below them.

Billy’s afraid.

He’s right on the brink of shaking apart and Steve’s not going to let that happen. Not now, not ever again.

So he crowds in Billy’s face. Says, “Yeah? Well my priorities are getting you out of this fucking hospital so we can dip our bodies, warm and alive, into the ocean.”

Billy’s chin wobbles. Like it frightens him and makes him happy in the same breath. Like he just can’t believe it. “What about when we die--”

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get there,” Steve determines. He runs all ten fingers through Billy’s hair, careful not to let it hurt. “Right now I just want to live with you. I want a long, happy, healthy life with you, Billy. Okay?”

When Billy doesn’t respond, Steve kisses him. Long and slow on the mouth and then chaste and quick on his cheeks. Pecking at Billy’s face like a lovesick bird until he finally cracks a smile.

When Billy’s nurse appears in the doorway, she tells Steve to get his sneakers off the bed if he wants to keep his feet.

And it makes Billy laugh.

Steve climbs down and doesn’t say that he has thought about what will happen when he breathes in for the last time. Not to his soul, but to his bones.

He wants to be with Billy, in that great wide somewhere.

He just wants that. Love, napping with it in a summer warm field.

#harringrove #yeah idk what this is #i didn't edit either so i don't wanna hear a goddamn word!

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inactive02 · 1 year

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The opportunity chapter 2

Hey! Welcome to another chapter of heimdall being heimdall, well not really because this chapter doesn’t include him but he’ll show eventually. This chapter took a while to write because essays yadada but now I don’t have anything to do now it’s time to get the show on the road.

I hope y’all enjoy this as much as I did writing this!

Warnings: Thor being a goof, no other warnings. besides the warning of my fucked up writing (I didn't get to read over it because I was tired)

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welcomed into Odin’s lodge, you feel as if you’ll learn many things, even blacksmithing from other hand craftsmen in the lodge, and gain new friends as well, with Thor's daughter being the first. Others weren’t so welcoming, Over time the lodge became more comfortable than a prison once you got used to it. Day after day you made many things for Odin or anyone who needs them, doing this made you happy, not being bothered by Odin’s dog, heimdall. There were a few times when he watched you with those Bifrost eyes, not having any context or reason for it, just watching you. Maybe Odin sent him to do this or something else must be the reason for it.

“Oh, good morning y/n! Pleasant to see you up bright and early”

You turn your attention to the Allfather, who was adoring his cane with him. Who would’ve thought an old man would give you a jumpscare.

“Good morning, Odin” you greeted him.

His hand on his beard thinking deeply “Since you're here, I have a request for you to get something for me in a different realm” he started walking, leading the way toward his library. You didn’t mind doing a request for him since they weren’t such a big problem in your time.

“What might be the request?” You asked.

“I need you to go to the Vanaheim to get something from a dark elf there for me” he smiled, it seemed like he knew his people, probably all across the realms. Maybe it was for an item he needs “and I will send someone with you for safety” . You felt like a pretty princess who needed a knight and shiny armor to protect you while you went there.

It’s not like you couldn’t defend yourself, you weren't a damsel in distress.

“Odin I don’t think it’s necessary, I think I’ll be fine”

“Oh nonsense, that place can be dangerous at certain times. So I will be sending thor with you” he called his name, and in seconds he was there, catching you off guard with a scare that made you jump slightly. Thor, the god of thunder, you wouldn’t say this is your first time seeing him since there were a few times he walked by in the lodge, but you were only able to get a glimpse of him. Now that you are able to get a better look at him, he’s really tall, gigantic compared to you, You opened your mouth and were interrupted a second later “yes, all father.” the god sounded like he just woke from a nap or something, his messy hair and tired like eyes.

“Good your here, please take my friend to vanaheim to malur” thor groans in response, stepping into the feathery circle, ready to go, you follow behind and stand by thor getting transported.

You’ve heard many things about this god, being the god of thunder and all, he can probably end you if he wanted to. Knowing that made you tense up a little while standing there. Once the ravens disappear you are greeted by the very nature and smell of vanaheim, this isn’t your first time being here, there were a few times your parents took you here for some friendly visits to friends or family. “Come on kid, I wanna get this over with” his voice rumbles, bringing you back to the task at hand, following behind him as he walks. This place looks almost the same as when you first came here, with poisonous things lying awake, overgrown moss, and vines.

As you two walked he cut a few vines away and moved branches so you wouldn’t trip if you weren't paying attention, distracted by nature. “This must be your first time coming here” you looked up at him, hearing that question made you reminisce.

“No actually it's just been a long time ever since I’ve seen the beautiful scenery” you laugh slightly remembering the fond memories of childhood, he hums in response understanding what you meant. To him nature wasn't ugly, it was just nature to him, not like he hasn’t seen it before.

Feeling a tug on the back of your shirt, it was from him stopping you from moving forward. Looking ahead you could see a few daugr, roaming the area as if it belonged to them, your eyes move to the side finding thor taking out his hammer and walking forward in a few steps before blasting them away, disintegrating them in seconds. You couldn’t lie you were quite impressed by that, giving him a small clap, looking at you with a slight smile behind his beard.He motions for you to come on

“I’m glad you're enjoying the show” you sure did, witnessing Thor’s power firsthand is pretty cool. He’s a way better person than how people actually talk about him, makes you feel bad that people judge him as the drunken slob and big, scary god who means. When he isn’t truly like that from what you see. Continuing on the journey, walking towards a cave Clift you could see a ledge high up from below.

“Is that where we go-!” He caught you off guard with a grip from his hand on your shirt and him throwing his hammer into the air, following behind it while pulling you along. A loud scream left your lips as you launched into the air almost as if you were flying, as quickly as you got into the air you were back on the ground again shaking like a little twig. Hearing a throaty laugh beside you from Thor, having the time of his laugh seeing you like this. “Warn me next time!” You said, slightly laughing, you weren’t mad at him at all because the flying felt somewhat fun.

the man had a laugh alright, a laugh that felt like a friend or you two are having a good time. It felt nice, when your body stopped shaking, finally you followed him heading into a cave that was hiding behind moss, greeted by a lit fire and a homey place for someone to live. “finally you decided to arrive, and felt like you were…oh you ain’t the old geezer, it’s been a long time thor” the tall elf remarks, wrapping the bandage around his wrist as he stood at 6ft. “want some tea, we all plenty of time on our hands”

“I'm good, malur” so that’s the elf’s name, you thought as you look between him and thor watching him puts his hand up in a gesture of not wanting any, the elf nodded at his response before looking at you.

“I'm quite alright but I am grateful for the offer” you smile softly, you wish you could sit down for tea time and have a break for once but you felt like Odin would scold you for taking so long. Malur walked over to his table, picked up a box, and presented it to thor. Takes it and puts it in his satchel, the exchange felt normal, them talking like a long-time friend you could tell the two knew each other for a is what you noticed. Enjoying this small little trip with him made you feel a bit relaxed since it was a while since you actually had time to go out somewhere besides Asgard.

“I guess this bids our meeting, god of thunder. Let’s not keep that old geezer waiting, probably looking for two” the two laugh with each other at the joke, including yourself. You enjoyed the small convo with the dark elf, only hoping you could see them again.

The long walk back to where Odin transported you at first since there were a few times you and Thor ran into more problems, him coming unscathed but you had a little scratch nothing too much of a problem. “I’ll have sif patch that up for you, no worries” sif? Now that you remember he does have a lovely wife, she was very icy cold to you when she first saw you but she eventually warmed up to you. Becoming a great sister at heart with hard advice that helped you through tough days. Your mind was deeply elsewhere until the ravens disappeared in front of you

“You’ve returned in one piece I see, I hope this big guy didn’t give you any trouble” you shook your head no, telling him how you actually learned a thing or two from him, enjoying the journey with Thor.

Thor steps forward looking at Odin “it’s quite late all father, y/n is a bit tired so we should head off” he lightly touches your shoulder in a comforting way before walking off, Odin smiles in response letting you go off to your room to rest after a long day. Stepping out of his study, “I just saved you from a long and draining conversation with that man” Thor laughed a little, walking up the stairs to knock on his room door, it was opened by his wife, sif.

“Oh your back and you brought y/n” she smiles, glad to see.

“She just needs a little band-aid honey, and she’ll get outta yah hair” sif nods leaving the door open so you two could go in with her, she takes out a small little strip for you. She asked you to present the scratch and you did, her patching it up for you. Thanking her In appreciation before walking out of the room, telling the two goodnight. Going to your room and closing the door, relaxing after the long day. Feeling pretty happy that you gained another friend today, probably many more in the future.

If they choose to.

omg you made it to the end, tHANK YOU for reading this. i hope this Christmas you get everything on your list my friend!

(the way it took me a mintue to figure out how to tag people lmao)

@heleciacrow @sloppy-little-witch-bitch26

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lazilybeinglassie · 12 days

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Okay, hear me out . . .

Strawberry Cookie was scared. She didn't think she would be in such a position. Alone with one of the five beasts flat out passed out on the other side of the room. Her best guess this was Silent Salt by the looks of the armor.

At first, she panicked. Looking around for an escape route. Of course, there was none as she was trapped. Her only hope was that her friends knew where she was and had a plan to save her. Which meant Strawberry only had to wait until then.

She eyed the beast, waiting to see if they would move. But they were still and silent. From his injuries, it looked liked they had a violent fight before this. Gashes in their dough, jam leaking from their limbs. They was possibly out cold for a while.

The young cookie stared at them. Then looked down at her lollypop. A thought crossed her mind. This was the most dangerous creature to exist. If she let them wake up, she was doomed. And if they escaped after that, others would suffer worse.

Courage grew in her little heart as she walked over to them. Pulling up her weapon, and aiming for the head. Swinging it back, she prepared for the final attack . . .

. . .

Her arms were shaking . . .

. . .

Strawberry let it drop to the ground as she squeaked in frustration. Stupid, stupid, why was she so scared of doing this! She had to do something! They didn't deserve to survive! Not after what they did! So why . . . why . . . couldn't she go through with it?

Glancing back at the beast, her heart couldn't help but feel sympathy. Even if they were just a monster, she couldn't help but feel as though this wasn't right. Not to her it was.

So . . . she tried something else . . .

%^&*+

Silent Salt gasped to life. How long were they out!? Minutes? Hours!?

Sitting up, they looked for their enemy. One of the ancients possibly? Who knew. Cause they weren't around now.

In fact, they were in some strange place now. Some place that had no exits. Though at the center was a small fire. Burning and flickering warmth their direction.

Looking at their body, the beast could tell they suffered damage. That would explain the headache. Must have knocked their head pretty hard.

What they didn't expect however, was to see a cookie, sitting on the opposite side of the fire, clutching her knees to her chest. Was she their captor? Hardly. That small dessert could barely look intimidating.

For a moment, she stirred as she woke up from her nap. Seeing they were awake, she squeaked and scooted back. Definitely not their captor.

She mumbled a bit, but then attempted to speak aloud. "Um . . . are you okay? . . . You look hurt . . . "

They huffed as they attempted to stand up, reaching for their sword. Only to buckle under the pain and fall on their knees. They were way worse condition than originally thought.

Reaching into her backpack, she pulled out a vile. It was a healing potion. She stood at a distance as she furrowed her eyebrows. "I have something that can help you . . . but I want you to promise you won't hurt me until we find a way out. And then, we can go our separate ways."

Pausing, Silent Salt took a moment to think this through. The child was hardly threatening. But she was offering them aid. Yet they were enemies. Such mercy was foolish. Idiotic! Why would she trust them to hold up such a deal.

"I know we're enemies," she said aloud, "but I know you can't do this on your own. Just like I can't. Since we have a common goal, it would be best if we just . . . worked together . . . just once . . . then we can fight again!"

The beast groaned. They really didn't think they would sink so low. But at the same time, she was right. Unless there was other options, they really couldn't escape unless they had her help. In a sense, they could respect that. Silently, they nodded and held out their hand.

Her face was covered by her hood, but they could tell she smiled a little. Handing the vile, she introduced herself. "My name is Strawberry Cookie."

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So I was at work today, and this thought came to my mind. Idk why, but the idea of Silent Salt and Strawberry Cookie being friends is the most adorable idea ever.

I know we have not seen anything of Silent Salt, but I will live with this headcannon forever! This duo shall be adorable! WHO IS WITH ME!?

#crk #cookie run kingdom #fanfiction #cr kingdom #strawberry cookie #silent salt cookie #friendship #i just want wholesomeness #give me this one thing i want #no shipping

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mimisempai · 1 year

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My two dads

Summary:

Grogu wakes up and the first thing he needs is his breakfast. The problem is that both his fathers are still sleeping...

Notes :

They reject galactic responsibility and embrace domesticity (tag found on ao3)

On AO3

Rating G - 648 words

Grogu woke up with a yawn and seeing that no one was awake in the house yet, he thought he would wake up his two dads.

He floated out of his crib and slowly made his way to their room.

As he passed the coffee table in the living room, he levitated three small candies to himself before continuing on his way, munching.

The bedroom door was open, which meant he could come in. His two fathers had told him that if the door was closed, he wasn't allowed in. Unless it was an emergency. He was allowed to use the Force in case of danger. Sometimes he had heard little strange noises behind the closed door, but he had felt nothing negative in the Force, more like happiness, so he assumed he had nothing to worry about.

This morning they were both fast asleep.

Din was curled up in Luke's arms, his arms around his waist and Luke's chin resting on Din's hair. But Grogu was hungry and he wanted to remind them of that.

He hopped onto the bed at Luke's side before climbing onto his pillow and stroking his ear.

Luke laughed softly and said affectionately, "Hey little punk, are you already awake?" He didn't seem upset that Grogu had woken him. Good. It would be easier to convince him to serve him breakfast.

Step two, wake up his second father, because if Din was asleep in Luke's arms, Luke wouldn't move to wake him up.

Grogu crawled to the other side of the bed, and when he got to Din's side, he started to coo near his ear.

Luke, who had figured out his trick, chuckled softly, "You little minx." He kissed Din's forehead and laughed quietly. "I think our child wants us to get up."

Din sighed, "Grogu?"

Grogu put on the cutest face he knew, tilted his head and cooed softly.

Din snickered, "It's crazy how much he looks like you when he wants something."

"Hey!" Luke protested.

Din kissed Luke's pouting mouth, who stopped pouting when Din pulled away. He was about to lean into Din when he was interrupted by a familiar chirping.

Grogu was hungry and wanted his breakfast.

His two dads laughed.

Luke stood up, followed by Din, who took Grogu in his arms. He cooed again as Din scratched his head and Din whispered, "Just like Luke."

When they reached the kitchen, Luke finished filling Grogu's bowl and placed it on the counter in front of his high chair, "Here buddy."

For a moment Grogu enjoyed his cereal, not paying much attention to his fathers and what they were doing. After all, he had reached his goal, the rest didn't matter anymore.

Looking up from his bowl, he saw that they were facing each other over their breakfast, talking while holding hands.

He liked these moments between his two dads because his first dad was smiling in a way he had never seen him smile before they moved in with his second dad. He loved his second dad because he was the one who put that smile on his first dad's face. And most of all, his first dad had never put his helmet back on when he came home.

Grogu noticed their voices getting lower, then Luke stood up and came to sit astride Din's lap, putting his arms around his neck.

Grogu knew when to bother them and when not. This was one of those times when he had to go unnoticed.

Anyway, he had already finished his breakfast.

He went into the living room and when he turned around, he saw his two fathers kissing. He sighed with satisfaction, first because he could feel in the Force how happy this activity made them, and second because it meant he could take a little nap and even help himself to the bowl of sweets again.

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story 🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

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#dinluke #din djarin #luke skywalker #luke and grogu #din and grogu #the mandalorian #the book of boba fett #established relationship #fluff #luke x din #skydalorian

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