#if my brother buried his face in my neck and called me adorable then it would be JAIL for him fr

[chateaumarmontt]

I’ll probably edit this one*

Just some Everlark fluff

enjoy💝

It’s been almost a month since Peeta came back to 12. We spent that time with each other, it was healing but hard at the same time.

I try to understand my feelings for Peeta. I know I love him, but I don’t know if I’m ready to be in a relationship. How could I think about that when so many people died? I’m ashamed for the way I feel when I see Peeta in his garden, his blonde curls covering his forehead and a little part of his temples. I’m ashamed of how much I love the way his blue eyes flicker whenever I compliment his cheese buns… And now, he’s lying next to me, mouth open, his face squashed against the pillow.

Without even realizing, I put my hand in his hair and play with it. Peeta murmurs something without opening his eyes, so I let myself study the boy with the bread a little longer.

“Katniss, I can feel you staring”, he says, smiling.

“No, I’m not”, I reply, suddenly greeted by the blue eyes I know so well. Peeta raises an eyebrow and I groan:

“So what if I was staring?”

“Nothing, it’s nice. I like when you stare at me.”

His hand wraps around my waist, bringing me closer to the warmth of his body. I could stay like this all day, Peeta’s chin on the top of my head, my fingers tracing circles on his clavicle…

“Hey, who’s Naomi”, I ask.

A few days ago, a blonde girl came to Peeta’s house. She was tall, slim and had the aspect of a healthy person- her cheeks rosy red, her skin a little pale. I can’t say I was jealous when I saw her talking to Peeta, or when Peeta opened the door, smiling at the sight of her, or when she went into his house and spent almost 2 hours there… fine, maybe I was a little jealous, but I’d never admit it to him.

“How do you know…”

“I heard you talking to her last week. I had my window open and yeah… Not like I was spying on you!” I wasn’t completely lying. Naomi’s high pitched voice was what drew my attention.

“Oh, she’s Rye’s wife… was”, Peeta replies, a sad smile on his face, “I try to be nice to her since, you know, she has no one but her baby and her brother in law.”

I feel stupid for asking. How could I believe Peeta would be seeing anyone else? After all we’ve been through, he wouldn’t leave me…would he? We’re not officially together, so he could be seeing someone else and I’d have no right to judge him. The thought of not sleeping next to him and another person feeling the warmth of his strong arms drives me insane.

“Why? Are you jealous?”

I look up to see the blonde boy smirk. It’s better than seeing him sad, but I still roll my eyes:

“Yeah, right”, I blush and try to bury my face in his neck so he won’t notice, but his fingers bring my chin up so that I’m looking into his eyes again.

“Oh, my God, you are! You’re blushing”, he laughs.

I sit up straight and hit him playfully:

“No, I’m not!”

Peeta raises an eyebrow and I can’t help a little smile:

“Shut up.”

“Come here”, he says amused, now sitting up and pulling me into his lap, “It’s adorable when you’re jealous.”

Our faces are so close… too close. I can’t give in, I can’t do this to Peeta, I don’t deserve his love. He saved me so many times and all I did was hurt him.

“No one else ever called me adorable, Peeta”, I barely whisper, closing my eyes, so that I can’t be tempted by him. God knows I can’t keep myself together when he looks at me with those puppy eyes.

“No one else really matters”, he says, his warm breath lingering over my lips, making me lick them without realizing.

“Peeta…”

And it happens. I can’t control myself, my hands around his neck, I bring him even closer to me. It’s the hunger I’ve felt before, the hunger that makes me behave like a selfish animal. And I am selfish for bringing him into this, for not letting him get the life he deserves with a normal girl, not a fucked up 19 year old that’s been through the Games twice and started a revolution… but God, did I miss him on my lips.

“Katniss”, he pulls away, gasping for air. I take the opportunity to look at him again, like I did this morning: his curls are even messier than usual. This satisfies me because it was my hand who did that. His cheeks are flushed, his lips swollen, his chest going up and down, trying to get more air. I can’t help but imagine Peeta with nothing on, lying in my bed in the morning. My cheeks must be burning like crazy and I mentally scold myself for thinking about it.

“Did you hear me”, Peeta asks amused, bringing me back to the present moment.

“What?”

“Kiss me again?”

#the hunger games peeta #i love peeta #katniss and peeta #peeta mellark #thg #thg fanfiction #the hunger games katniss #katniss everdeen #thg peeta #thg katniss #everlark fanfiction #everlark

[shortnotsweet]

quick, uncolored practice sketches based on how I’ve been visualizing Daeron in ñuhon by kokuhakutoasahi on ao3. I doubt this is actually accurate at all, and I’ve done like 20 different doodles of this guy’s face in my mind, but I think that he’d have a prominent nose and eyes that carry the sweet sadness you only see in gay European p0rn. This tweet by twitter user @ itadorimaid specifically got me rereading the latest chapters and going huh, best boy? Perhaps. ALSO that hug??? I am side-eying him v hard rn.

#lucemond #aemond x lucerys #daeron targaryen #aemond targaryen #lucerys valeryon #house of the dragon #my art #daeron x luke ig idk maybe bc it is just vibes for now. but the vibes are STRONG ok #if my brother buried his face in my neck and called me adorable then it would be JAIL for him fr #but also daeron is literally just doing his best and for that i respect him immensely #he is probably one of the only normal people surrounded by utter insane family members #give this kid a raise i am begging Aemond #even if he is mr steal your man #i love drawing him tho so more of him to come #also i meant brother in law but u know what i mean #also upon further observation one of the sketches kinda looks like timothee chalamet but i stg that was not intentional lol #bro the ship name is daeluke I didn’t even know whoops

[maiiiwrites]

★ | WARM HUGS AND PJS . JPEG

PAIRING ! george weasley x f!reader

IN WHICH you spend xmas morning with your beloved or in ron’s words accidentally traumatizing him forever

how odd. the common room felt unusually cold despite the warmth flickering from the fireplace. it made you feel alone, a sentiment you've always felt during the holidays. but something about this year felt different.

maybe it's because of the comfort that tightly clung onto you.

"georgie.. baby.." you murmured.

a small hum escaped the giant redhead. despite that, he remained still. with no intention of letting you go. if possible, it seemed that he snuggled even closer to you.

you giggle at his clingy antics. "baby you have to let me go."

"mhmph no," george dismissed.

you knew you have to find a way to make him let you go before the students start rushing down.

"georgie we can't be found like this."

"and why is that love? you ashamed of me?" he frowned.

godric did he look absolutely adorable with his tiny pout. you gently ran your fingers through his bright red locks. noticing how george unconsciously leans into your touch.

"it's not that baby. you know that i love you, but do you really want to be teased this early? on christmas day?"

his brows furrowed as if he's contemplating his options. "i don’t mind if–"

aaaack!

a shriek from behind pulled your attention away from your lover. you couldn't help but laugh at ron’s disgusted face. "seriously?! this early in the morning?!" he groaned, shielding his eyes as if he walked in on an inappropriate scene.

"my apologies ron," you utter.

you eventually see harry and hermione come down the stairs and stand behind ron. hermione asks why ron is standing there looking like an idiot, something which he grumbles about. they were quick to check the tree and go through their presents.

"yn! look mom got you something!" ron cheered.

"and nothing for you george," he taunted, sticking his tongue out at him.

much to george's dismay, you untangle your limbs and walk towards his younger brother. "how sweet of mrs. weasley!" happily receiving the gift. it's been a while since you've received a gift given out of love. you carefully unwrap the gift, anticipating what lies beneath all the wrapping.

you soften spotting a matching set of pajamas. it's the perfect size for you and george. tears well up in your eyes as you gaze at the pjs in your hands. george, who has been watching you with pure adoration, notices how silent you've become.

"love?" he calls out.

slowly, you stood up and made your way towards george. burying your face at the crook of his neck, feeling safe enough to let out quiet sobs. george instinctively wraps his arms around you. he holds you close, muttering 'i love you's and assurance.

after a few minutes of simply basking in his embrace, you pull back to admire his features. you bring your hand up to brush along his freckled dusted cheeks. leaning in for a quick kiss that left him chasing after your lips.

"let's change into these, stay in, and cuddle all day. how's that sound?" you offer.

a lopsided grin made its way onto his face. he pulls you up and catches you off guard when he carries you bridal style. you were both a giggling fit as you made your way up to his dorm.

one thing was for certain, this year was definitely the best holidays you've had so far.

bonus:

harry speaks up once you've left, "it's like they're in their own little world."

"it's disgusting really," ron gagged.

hermione was quick to hit him. "they're adorable! you just won’t know a thing about romance. i bet you can’t even woo a girl."

ron frowns and quickly defends himself, saying how he did manage to go on a date once! which hermione ignores, her attention on the wonderful quill mrs. weasley gifted her.

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[he-calls-me-kitten]

I literally love ur blog sm! Do u think u can do just really soft sex with Satan after a long day at rad? If not that's fine but have a great day/night love!

Awww this is so adorable! Soft sex is so underrated honestly and it being with Satan?? The wrathful Avatar being gentle just for you? Oof my heart-

Thank you for the ask, love! So sorry for the extreme delay - it's such a lovely idea!

"You look like you've had quite a day." Satan smiled as you entered his room and plopped yourself down on his bed, next to him.

"Ugh don't ask." You groaned as he chuckled and put his arms around you. He didn't need to ask, you'd tell him anyway.

"So Levi and Mammon flooded the classroom because of a stupid bet of who can hold their breath under water the longest. Fyi it should have been Levi cause he's literally a water snake in his demon form but he forgot to transform and it ended on a tie."

Satan facepalmed. Must he call these imbeciles his 'brothers'? "I'm guessing that lead to a tie-breaker." He said, running his fingers through your hair.

"Yes and Beel and Asmo got involved. It was a duo challenge now of who is a better team player! And as you can guess Asmo and Beel kept getting distracted and it ended up being a solo effort by Mammon and Levi. Which again... wait for it... ended in a TIE. But now guess who is the new tie-breaker?"

"Oh no, MC..."

"Oh yes MC! I had to run 3 laps with each of them in a weird relay race! I've had it with today!" You say, hiding your face in his pillow. His scent was always so relaxing.

"Well thank you for still coming to see me after all that." Satan smiles, rubbing soothing circles on your back. "Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?"

You peeked up and looked at his softened gaze. In times like these, he never denies even your most ridiculous requests.

"Hold me tight." You said and watched color rush to his cheeks. You turned towards him as he eased his arms around you, with your neck buried in his neck.

"I can do a little more than that...if you'd like." He said as he pressed a kiss to the side of your head. The way his fingers inched under your top, asking for permission replenished all the energy you lost through the day.

"I'd like that."

Satan pressed a kiss against your mouth just as you uttered the words. Your lips opened on their own, letting his tongue slip in and entice moans from you.

Patient yet passionate you couldn't understand how he did it, you were just happy to be on the receiving end. From your lips to cheeks, right down to your neck - he marked his love on you little by little.

"You... you're really beautiful..." Satan paused after he'd pulled your tshirt off. You blushed under his intense gaze as you pulled his green sweater off him and hugged him, hiding your face in his shoulder.

He groaned deliciously at the contact between your bare skins, bucking his groin into your hips almost involuntarily. Fingers hooking into your waistband, he pulled off your shorts next.

"S-Satan...need more ...please..." No his fingers wouldn't be enough. He was pleased really, he didn't know how long he could have held back anymore. He took off his pants and showed you exactly how much he wanted you.

"You're so ready for me, kitten... So good for me..." He whispered and kissed your cheeks as you screamed in pleasure at his thrusts.

You don't know how long it went on but you know you had the best sleep right after.

#obey me #obey me smut #obey me satan #obey me satan x reader

[anikasheep]

HUG

gn! mc

reblog and comments are appreciated!

I could just imagine MC started giving Lucifer a hug after he went home or finished his work and walked out of his room.

No one actually remembers when it started, but the brothers could feel that Lucifer is more bearable when he deals with those tasks.

Lucifer felt surprised and embarrassed when MC hugged him in front of his brothers. But those twisted faces of jealousy on his brothers were too amusing to miss. Besides, how could he say no to MC when they just want to praise him and show their appreciation?

The hugs light Lucifer’s mood. After all, no one would like to feel their hard work being seen by their beloved and cherish that.

If Lucifer was struggling with some difficult documents or papers, the hug and the soothing voice from MC would comfort him. He’d bury his head in the crook of MC’s neck, and sigh in relief, while he let your scents and soft touches chase those irritations away.

“A rough day, huh? I bet you put your every heart into this one. I’m so proud of you, Lucifer!”

“Thank you for your hard work again today, I love you.”

It didn’t matter if it was night, midnight, or the next day early morning. MC insisted that Lucifer should hear those praises ASAP, so MC even asked Lucifer to call them once he finished and the time was late. Though Lucifer said it was not that urgent to be so extreme, Lucifer still felt warm and satisfied that MC put him on the top priority.

He rests his back against the wood of his bed cabinet, your sleepy hoarsed voice is his new craving. No, he craves every sound of your voice, the laugh, the yawn, the hiccup, just all so adorable and he loves those all.

If he solved those papers early or his brothers showed some mercy on him that day, then he’d text MC to come into his room. His head lays on your lap while your soft hand brushes his hair and hums some soft song, Lucifer’s arms are around your torso, and your other hand is in his large ones.

“I noticed that your photos show up with Lord Diavolo and other lords of demons, and you’re so beautiful that I can’t move my eyes from you. I fell in love with you again you know?”

“Thank you for always being there when we need you, Lucifer. Now please allow me to show my gratitude to you. Just relax, and nothing shall be worried…”

Today is slightly different, though.

There’s a near meeting Diavolo and Lucifer have with the most stubborn lord of demons, so Lucifer invites Diavolo to discuss the resolution in the House of Lamentation.

The meeting is held until midnight, but the good news is that they finally solved things.

Lucifer is escorting Diavolo to the front door, but Diavolo stops when he passes by the living room.

“Is that MC?” Lucifer peeks into the living room, and he sees a tiny little sheep curling up on the sofa.

Before he decided that if he should wake you up now or later, the prince stepped in.

Diavolo and Lucifer now kneeling one leg down to look at MC more clearly.

“They’re such a cute sheep even in their dreams, and so innocent. Don’t you think, Lucifer?”

Diavolo chuckles, his honey-golden eyes glowing.

“I think you’re right, Diavolo. And MC sleeps feeling security in the House of Lamentation is the best reward of my work.”

Maybe Lucifer is so amused that they finally make some ways to negotiate with the sneaky demon lord, his slender point finger trails MC’s face, down to their cheek and their lips.

MC groans and blinks their eyes slowly, still unsure where they are, but when they see Lucifer smiling down at them, they hold their arms up instantly.

“Lucifer~~” Lucifer leans to them and embraces his sweet lamb gently.

He could feel your hands stroking his back and you nuzzle against his chest, bury yourself into his coat.

“My Morning Star, thank you for today’s hard work. And you’re so warm, I feel safe when I am in your arms…”

Lucifer cocks his head and brushed his lips under your ear for seconds, he murmurs.

“Thank you, MC. For supporting me.”

He releases you, and he turns around to see Diavolo staring at both him and MC, looking slightly uneasy.

“Diavolo?”

The prince smiles bitterly. “ Forgive me, it’s just too hard to not feel jealous of how close you and MC are, I wish I could get the hug and the praise too. Haha!”

MC stands up slowly, walks toward Diavolo, and opens their arms again, their voice still hoarse but full of cheer.

“Lord Diavolo, some hug please…oof!” The demon prince gives MC a HUGE BEAR HUG.

“There there, we see how hard you work for the brothers, for the angels, for us, and for the whole Devildom. The peace and joy that could stay in Devildom is thanks to your hard work. And Barbatos told me that you ate the pickles in the sandwiches today, right?”

Diavolo nods in silence, his entire body is trembling. MC pats the auburn hair of the prince.

“You’ve overcome so many situations, you’re kind to everyone and that’s why we love you, my lord.”

MC kisses Diavolo’s hair and keeps whispering sweet praises to the lonely prince.

Lucifer is happy to see his friend get some praise but he feels weird about watching MC hugging Diavolo at the same time.

Still, he doesn’t say anything because he knows that Diavolo needs that right now.

After Barbaros comes to pick Diavolo up, Lucifer and MC bid good night.

A new text was sent from Diavolo.

“Do you get that from MC on often, Lucifer?”

“…Yes, they did that to help relieve my tensions. ”

“And that became the way you show each other some intimacy? How unfair!”

“I’d ask MC to praise me when the student council meeting is over from now on.”

“Do you think they would indulge me so far, Lucifer?”

“I can’t see they could say no to your puppy dog eyes, they do have a soft spot for you, Diavolo.”

“You really think so? Now it flatters me, Lucifer. Well then, it’s settled.”

Lucifer grumbles under his breath, but he chooses to accept the inconvenience situation.

After all, that sheep tames beasts with their softness, kindness, and those praises which are sweet as honey.

#anika dream #obey me mc #obey me lucifer x mc #obey me diavolo x mc #obey me x reader

[letsgetrowdy43]

A walk down memory lane—

Jack Hughes x reader

Request: Can we get Jack having to witness the love of his life getting engaged

He can remember their first kiss, summer of sixth grade, the fourth of July to be precise. Jack was pretty sure he was in love with her, the doe eyes she had sent his way as her mom fixed the bows around her pigtails had his brain foggy as he waited for her to join him.

He was a goner when she extended her hand out to his, the wind knocked right out of his lungs as he caught sight of the freckles dusting the bridge of her nose. She led him right to the tree swing that her parents had hung up that summer, on the branch of their favourite tree, "the best one for climbing" as Quinn would say. Her lips quirked into a smile as her hand squeezed his, yelping at the sound of the fireworks going off, his gaze switching between her and the bright lights erupting in the sky.

And with that when she kissed him, a very short, awkward peck followed by a 'sorry' and the girl running to their families who sat on the dock watching the show.

That was just the first of many moments that verified she was it for him.

He remembers the tears she had shed after being stood up for Junior high formal, her pastel yellow dress and chunky Doc Martins made his heartstrings pull as he called his original date saying that he had a 'family emergency' of some sort to take care of. A sad smile on his lips as he snuck into her room, sitting down next to her as she cried into his shoulder.

"I don't get it," she mumbled. "You are too good for him anyways, too good for anyone really," and he meant it, every word of it as he dried her tears and placed a kiss on her cheek.

The image of her smile burned into the back of his brain as he twirled her around, promising to show her off the entire night cause that's what she needed, to feel like the angel she was. Her rhythmic laughter filled his ears as he offered out his hands for the slow dance, a shy smile on her face as he placed his hands on her hips, "You look really pretty," he said, trying his hardest not to stutter as she watched him with adoring eyes. "Thank you J, for all of tonight really," she stood on her tip-toes to place a lipgloss-covered kiss on his cheek, "my prince charming."

That's how his life worked, there was hockey, and then there was her, and she somehow always came first in his mind. Until she was ripped right out of his grasp when the Hughes family made their move to Michigan so he could join the UNSTDP alongside his brother.

He held back tears as she helped pack up his room, laughing through her cries as they packed up all of his room, including the photos of the two of them that adorned his walls. "Don't miss me too much, and especially don't replace me when you go back to school," she cried as she folded up his last sweater. His gaze moved from the box in front of him to look at her, brows pulled together as he reached forward and pulled her into his hold, "No one will ever amount to you."

He cried as she squeezed him, "I'm so proud of you J," she whispered as her face buried deeper into his neck. "I love you Y/N," he said it, almost like a promise, rolling off of his tongue as his cheek pressed against the crown of her head. "Love you too J, my best friend, always"

He didn't see her again until the summer going into their senior year, her parent's work had held them back from the annual Hughes' Michigan trip for the past two years, but this one, this was the summer they were going reunite. She pulled into the driveway, hair a bit shorter, her figure a bit fuller from maturing, and she was so ready to see not only her best friends but the boys she called her brothers.

"Quinn!" she squealed as the older boy turned around with a grin, pulling her into a hug as he smiled at her parents, "you're a canuck! I'm so proud of you," she mumbled as she pulled away to see the other Hughes brothers staring at her.

Jack's face was a bright shade of red as Luke ran over next to say his hello's, the middle child was last to get one of her infamous hugs. "I missed you," he said as she squeezed him tighter. "Me too," she pulled away to get a good look at him, the summer was such a good look on him, admiring how his hair had grown out a little, "It's not the same without you," she pouted and pulled him in again.

Jack could swear just the look of her had him in a puddle on the driveway, innocently staring up at him as she laughed along with his brothers. Her lips pulled into a smile as she looked up at her best friend, Jack's arm wrapped around her shoulder's to pull her into his side, contently leaning against him as Luke continued his rambles.

"You haven't met Jack's teammates yet, you're gonna love them, and probably hate Trevor," Quinn mused as she followed him into the backyard where the Hughes were hosting a barbeque.

She locked eyes with him, the boy who was sat next to the Trevor that Quinn had grumbled about. "You must be Y/n," he said as she sat on the patio furniture right next to him, "Jack talks about you a lot, he forgot to mention how pretty you are," he smooth talked making her cheeks ablaze. "You disgust me, she's like a sister," Quinn gagged as he smacked the guy in the back of the head, "If he or any of the others are being gross come and get me or Brady," Quinn ruffled her hair as he went to find his own friends.

Jack's smile wiped as he looked across the lawn, the girl he'd been dreaming about laughed along with his friend, her face blushing as his teammate leaned in to whisper in her ear, a smile dancing on her lips as she got lost in their own little world.

The boy now kneeled on one knee, the sunset in the background, an array of tulips in the field behind them, and a velvet ring box in his hand as he presented her with the most perfect engagement ring, tears in her eyes as she nodded a silent yes. He got up off of his knee and pulled her in for a slow and emotional kiss as all of their friends and family cheered and appeared out from where they were hiding.

She cried as her mom and Ellen pulled her in for hugs, tears in their eyes as they ogled the ring on her finger. "He picked the most perfect ring," Ellen gushed, "like it was made for your hand,"

Y/n and her now fiancé made their way around the crowd hugging all of their friends and family as others passed out champagne.

"Congrats Mrs. Turcotte," Trevor announced as he pulled her into his conversation with Cole and Jack, "have fun with him." she laughed as Trev hugged her tightly, "I will, can't wait to be his wife," she grinned and looked at Jack who smiled softly at her.

A pang ran through his chest as his heart ached at the irony of it all, Jack Hughes, the pretty boy who has it all, has pretty much everything but the person he wants the most. But he learned to live with it, quietly, and from afar. Just sad smiles and looks of happiness on his face as he watched their relationship flourish.

Alex and the girl were like some sort of a match made in heaven, like Cupid's wet dream, chasing after one another in life until they eventually found each other for good. After her acceptance into CalTech and his one year at UW, they started seeing each other, he moved into an apartment only a few blocks away from her to start his transition into the NHL and the AHL. It seemed that wherever they were in the world the other would show up, proving just how perfect their love for one another was.

It pained Jack, to see her fall so hard and so fast for someone who was like a brother to him. His heart broke when Alex called him with the news of his plans for their engagement. She was once his Y/N, the one who kissed him under their favourite tree and danced with him even when the world seemed against her, and then he realized she was never really his, she would always be someone else’s. From now and forever she was Alex's, Jack would always be in the background, being the best friend.

"Congrats angel," she smiled at the use of an old nickname, her arms lopping around him for a hug, "I hope he's everything and more, cause you don't deserve any less," he mumbled, tears in his eyes as she pulled away to let out a cry. "Thank you, Jack," she smiled, "thank you for always being my best friend." He smiled and nodded, hands squeezing her hand as she took his hand into hers, "of course."

She smiled softly as he pulled her in again, "I'm gonna need a Man of honour, think you could handle the challenge?" "You're not gonna ask your sister?" she shook her head. "Wouldn't be right if I didn't have my best friend up there, right beside me," she cried as he nodded and squished his cheek against the crown of her head. "I'll always be there," he looked over at Alex who watched their interaction, a smile on his face as Jack sent him an approving face.

If Jack couldn't love her the way he wanted, he would suck it up and be the greatest best friend to walk the earth. Cause that's what she deserved. He wouldn't be caught dead loving her any less than she would allow him, because she was his everything, his best friend, and if all she needed was someone to be by her side then he would be there every step of the way.

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#jack hughes #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes blurb #jack hughes fic #luke hughes #quinn hughes #alex turcotte #nj devils

[david-powers-simp]

What the lost boys call you

Whats good my homies, im back with a short lil something for you. This is just a preference I whiped up real quick , of what the boys call you. I am writing all the preferences for the boys separate, because I suck at writing poly! Relationships . So I hope guys enjoy this lil piece I typed up. :)

Paul

Paul is very eccentric, so I feel the nicknames he comes up with are too. Of course we have our basic ones i feel he would use a lot are " babe" or "baby" I think it would roll off his tongue so naturally. " come on baby I wanna show you something", he would say as he links hands with yours and pulls you through the crowded boardwalk. Or " you look smokin' hot today babe" he tells you as he throws his arm around you. I 100% feel in my bones this man would come up with his own nickname for you tho. One that sticks out to me is "honeybun". Now I know at first it sounds a little cringe, but it honestly isn't because Paul gave you this nickname specifically because he thinks your very sweet like honey, and honeybuns happen to be his favorite snack so... ~my mans Paul is calling you a snack~ like just imagine Paul muttering sweet nicknames under his breath while he buries his face into your neck ( which is something he does a lot) he'd mumble things like " m'love you so much baby". Or if your ever caught up doing something and not paying him attention for a hot minute hes gonna ~whine~ " honeybun how much longer till your done, I want to spend time with you." Paul is such a sweet,horny, clingy man and im here for it. He just has so much love and energy to give you he doesn't know what to do with himself.

Marko

Now marko my sweet boy marko, how do I put this in the best way possible. Marko is a little sly bastard. With that being said he's a major flirt like his brother paul, but for some reason I feel marko is slightly more bold than paul. Don't ask why because frankly I don't know why I feel this way I just do. That being said marko calls you " hot stuff", " sexy", "gorgeous" marko is one smooth mf'er. He'll purr those nicknames all the time. " hey sexy thing" he'll say with a lop sided smirk when he greets you. He 100% lightly smacks you ass almost everytime you walk by, he can't help himself. " gorgeous could you come here for a sec?" He asks real sweetly and as your walking over to him he snakes an arm behind you so he can give your ass a nice little pat.He really loves you and your ass, he also adores making you laugh and smile so naturally he cracks a lot of jokes, which leads to him saying things like. " love seeing you smile gorgeous, its mesmerizing" marko is very creative we all know this,so hes great with flattery i feel. " come on hot stuff it'll be fun,and I'll know you'll do so good just trust me, you trust me right sweet thing?" This was marko's response when he was trying to teach you how to ride his motorcycle. You always rode with him on his bike, but he was try to teach you how to drive. He's not gonna lie he thought you sitting on his bike was super hot you were a smoke show. It made him very horny.

Dwayne

Ok so my mans dwayne is a sweetheart he is so soft and sweet but here's the thing, you have to know him a while to find that out. I don't think dwyane is as quiet and closed off as people think. Honestly when you get to know him he's so sweet. He has no problem w with his brothers knowing either,he loves you. They tease him and tell him he's a sap, he pays no mind to it though. A nickname dwayne likes to call you is "dove" its probably one of his favorites he loves it because he says it just suits you, your delicate like a dove to him. " let's go for a ride dove" dwayne says as he hops on his bike and holds his hand out for you to take. " I found these for you sweetheart, I hope you like them." He says as he hands you some shells he found on the beach. Dwayne likes to look for shells and picks up ones he thinks you'll like. He also will make you jewelry with the shells he finds " does that feel good my love" ( gets yalls heads out the gutter) he'd asked as he plays with your hair braiding it then unbraiding it. Dwayne just loves have you close and holding you. He also really enjoys cuddling, he'll often put on some music and dance with you when you guys are alone in the cave. " I had no idea you could dance so well sweetheart." He says with a little chuckle.

David

Oh David my beloved. I think david would come up with classic nicknames like " darling","dollface",or "sugar" but the way he says them- it'll make you swoon. Just the way when he talks to you he keeps eye contact and will smirk or smile at just the right time. He says that he picked those nicknames because they are pretty self explanatory, your are just darling to him he can't help but think that. You also according to him have the face of a doll it's perfect in his eyes and well sugar of course because your just sweet and he like how you blush when he calls you that. David is a flirt, however he doesn't come off as horny as his brother marko and paul. He comes off more subtle. He'll say things like " whatever makes your heart content darling" he often says that when you see something you like or want. David will find a way to get it for you, no questions asked. " have I told you how much i love you today dollface?" That's something he asks when you two are sitting together in his wheelchair, while you might be reading a good book and david will just admire you. " keep the jacket sugar, looks better on you anyway." You recall him saying that on one of you're earlier date with him, he gave you his trench coat and actually let you wear it home. David never heard the end of that from his brothers but he honestly couldn't care less because you looked like a dream in his coat. So needless to say david is some what of a romantic but let him hear you say it because he will deny it till the day he dies- well I guess he's already technically dead so, he will deny it for the rest of eternity.

Alrighty besties that brings this lil preference to a close, I apologize for any mistakes I did not proofread this. So hopefully it doesn't suck too bad, but until next time. I'll catch you later. :)

#dwayne the lost boys #paul the lost boys #paul tlb #david the lost boys #dwayne tlb #david tlb #marko the lost boys #marko tlb #the lost boys #preferences #fanfic

[lustytears]

Ron Weasley Headcanons | Smut and Fluff

ron weasley x f!reader

most is completely safe unless you scroll to the smut section, but i’d recommend not clicking on this if you’re below 16. you have been warned.

Fluff |

oh, this guy is crazy for you. i mean, like super crazy.

everything you do turns his knickers into a twist.

he just loves it when you play with his hair, especially when you sneak into his dormitory and into his bedroom, where you admire his ginger locks of hair. it makes him fall asleep instantly, his hand tucked between your waist, his other hand pulling you into his chest, where he buries his head into the crook of your neck. makes him happy.

for one thing, he enjoys being your study partner. personally, i’d imagine he gets off track. “hey,” you snapped your fingers in his lazed state. “wake up!” he jumped, a list of repeated apologies falling from his mouth. “you agreed to helping me with my transfiguration test!” you pleaded, exclaiming and complaining about how tired he looked. “i’m sorry, sweets… what were you talking about, hm?” he’d glance his eyes through the old, yellow-stained textbook. you’d smile, mumbling to yourself about how cute it was when his hair would flop over his face when he laid down on the desk.

if you think he isn’t gonna reward you, you’re wrong. you’ve seen the “5 galleons, 10 galleons” scene between him and his twin brothers. he’d probably try to beg to fred and george, asking them ways to make it up to his girlfriend if you were upset about something.

“come on! i’m your brother. the least you could do is help me out?” he explained. “help? you?” fred and george said in unison. “c’mere, lover boy,” the boys would tease ron, their knuckles shaking and messing up his hair, laughing and giggling would follow.

he was kind of nervous introducing you to his family, but when harry was considered apart of the family, he doubted his mother and father wouldn’t love you. his twin brothers loved you, percy sometimes questioned ron’s romantic appreciation (ron had a habit of finding his fingers near your hair every time you and him sat near eachother,) bill and charlie didn’t mind you, and ginny was completely in love with you. ginny went as far as asking ron if you were to be expected at every holiday and birthday they celebrated.

i think it’s already canon that ron HATES when people give him suits or something to wear (considering the yule ball,) but when you bought a suit from one of the nearby muggle towns, he kind of questioned it, but liked the idea of wearing a black tuxedo. “well,” he examined the outfit, his eyes swiftly moved up and down as he looked at any noticeable details of the suit. “it sure is quite nice.” you smiled, the remark staining a permanent reminder that he adored you.

trust me, you’ve been caught a variety of times trying to sneak into his room, and the same goes vice versa. harry used to be kind of upset at your snogging sessions, but he got used to them when he saw how affectionate the both of you were at dinner in the dining room.

speaking of food, he’d be the type to try and steal your food. you see how hermione smacks him with the nearest object at her hand when he eats too loudly, too fast, or eats a ton. “ron!” you smacked his hand lightly. sad, puppy eyes pleaded for a piece of your food. it made him frown. “fine, ron. you can take a piece.” you’d cross your arms, watching him form a cute grin that would brighten the rest of your day. he’d nibble on the food, a mumbled “thank you” would come from his mouth.

he loves kissing you in the hallways. you’d lean into the corner, allowing him to give faint kisses on your forehead before the both of you had no choice but to part to your own separate classes. “i promise, love. i’ll see you tonight, yeah?” you’d watch him walk away, a sad, yet proud grin would paint your face. you’d hear the distant call from a professor telling you, “get to class, miss l/n!” and you couldn’t help but giggle, your mind set on the memory of his lips as your shoes clacked in the hallways, jogging to your next class.

he’s been late a few times to class, mainly for you. self-explainable.

hugging you when you sleep, pampering kisses all over your neck is his favorite activity.

Smut |

oh, this man…

i’m not the type to specify dick sizes, but let’s just say he’s coming in at 6-7 inches erect, a good 5 when soft.

receiving blowjobs and public sex is his favorite combination. you wouldn’t believe the amount of times he’s snuck you into the bathrooms, locking the bathroom stall with a spell. you’d get down on your knees, swirling the tip of his cock around your tongue like it was a lollipop. his eyes roll back every time your fingers touch the veins on his shaft. he especially ascends to heaven and beyond when you allow him to use your hair to guide his cock down your throat.

just try and tell me this man doesn’t whimper like crazy in bed. he fucking loves releasing all of his audible pleasure into your ears. “o-oh… yeah, love… just like that,” he’d cry out, twisting and turning when his dick met the right spot inside of you.

basically, he’s such a huge switch.

for example, if it’s just casual sex, prepare for him to whimper and moan and squirm every time you touch him, but if he catches you winking at another guy or if another guy flirts with you, he’s gonna fuck you like his dick was made to be inside of your tight cunt only.

his favorite position is probably cowgirl. he loves pulling on your hair when you ride his cock, your hips swaying back and forth, teasing his cock as it twitches inside of you.

“hush it, darling,” he whispered. he’d put his hand over your mouth, violently snapping his hips into you. his fingernails carved crescent-shaped marks into your hips. he just fucking loves it when he gets to fuck you in an environment when you’re forced to both be quiet.

he’s an ass guy. he loves staring at your ass. when he’s done rambling to harry about his day at bed, he’ll make sure he’s asleep before pulling out his cock and imagining sticking it deep in your ass. makes him cum instantly. the surprise on harry’s scarred face when he realizes why ron is jerking around under the covers instantly makes him shut his eyes and turn back around.

he’s not too big on cumming inside of you, but your back, your stomach, your tits, your ass, your face… god, there’s just so many places. besides your ass, i’d say he loves cumming on your stomach and seeing it seep down off and onto the covers when you’re laying down.

he’s sweet when it comes to aftercare. “are you okay, love? want an extra pillow? here, take mine,” he’d lift your head up, placing an extra one beneath your head. he’d grab a warm rag, wiping you off and kissing your chest and stomach. he sometimes just wants to fuck you again after seeing you all cleaned up and asleep.

make him feel appreciated, and i promise, sex with him is amazing. he’s so scared to move too fast in worries of injuring you, but affirmation is important for him or else you’re probably not getting what you want.

might write a draco malfoy one next idk guys. happy thanksgiving if you celebrate it 🦃 🎉

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[bellaireland1981]

Starting Over | 10

Summary: You come home to work to find your husband of three years in bed with your supposed best friend. It’s the wake up call you finally needed to take your two year old daughter and get the hell out of Texas. With nowhere to go you head to your big brother in San Diego. The Dagger squad takes you under their wings, and shows you what having a family means. You get a fresh start… will you find your happily ever after?

Characters: Jake “hangman” Seresin x Sister! Reader, Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Seresin! Reader (Eventually), Hangman x Phoenix , Adorable OC Gracie!   The Dagger squad

Word Count: 8658

Warnings: Angst, fighting, cheating husband, emotional abuse, eventual fluff, SMUT, Sweet uncle Jake, Adorable Rooster with a toddler… if I miss any please let me know. MINORS DNI

A/N: I don’t own the characters or storyline for Top Gun Maverick. All OC’s are mine. I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION FOR ANYONE TO COPY OR REPOST MY WORK TO ANY OTHER PLATFORM! DON’T STEAL! Reblogs, likes and comments ALWAYS welcomed. THANK YOU @waywardodysseys​ and  @beyondthesefourwalls​ as always for reading over my work and helping me flush out ideas!!

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Sunday morning you slipped out of bed, pulling on one of Bradley’s t-shirts and quietly making your way down to the kitchen. You decided to treat him to a full breakfast, letting him sleep in while you cooked. You looked in cabinets, finding what you needed to make him some pancakes from scratch, then opened the fridge to find eggs and bacon to go along with the pancakes. You selected a playlist on your phone, setting it on the counter out of the way and got to work cooking.

You were flipping pancakes, swaying to the music when Bradley wandered into the kitchen a little while later. He stood in the doorway watching you with a smile on his face before making his way over to slip his arms around you from behind and burying his face in your neck.

“Morning, Sweetheart.” He said quietly, before placing a soft kiss on your shoulder, then neck, before moving to your ear and finally your lips when you turned your face towards him smiling.

“I was trying to let you sleep in.” You told him, “Did the music wake you up?”

“No, I got lonely.” He pouted, “My beautiful love wasn’t next to me when I woke up and I got sad.”

“Aw, my poor baby Roo.” You cooed playfully, setting the spatula down and turning in his arms to wrap your own around his neck, “Come here.” You pulled him down and kissed him, your fingers slipping into his hair, loving the soft feel.

“I was looking forward to no more lonely mornings now that this is your home too.” He teased, “Only to wake up to no girlfriend by my side.”

“I promise to make it up to you.” You promised, kissing him again before turning back to the pancakes, “Grab plates though, your breakfast is almost done. I wanted to spoil my boyfriend with a nice breakfast this morning.”

“Your boyfriend greatly appreciates his girlfriend making him breakfast.” He said, kissing your cheek before doing as you asked and grabbing the plates.

“How about we eat then shower together before we go tell Gracie the good news?” You suggested.

“That sounds perfect, Sweetheart.” He agreed. “Jake and I are fully committed to taking her to Disneyland as well to soften the blow that we can’t all live in one giant castle.”

“I think the two of you just want a reason to go to Disneyland and you’re using our daughter to do so.” You laughed, turning off the stove after plating the last of the pancakes. You pulled the eggs and bacon from the oven where you’d been keeping them warm and set them on the counter. Noticing Bradley had gone quiet, you turned to see him set the plates down on the table and turn towards you. Without saying a word he was across the kitchen and had you in his arms, holding you tightly, his face buried in your hair, breathing you in. You wrapped your arms around him, your hands running over his back to comfort him.

“Bradley… Baby, are you ok?” You asked quietly, turning your face to place a kiss to his chest. “Talk to me, Roo.”

“I’m more than Ok.” He whispered in your hair, taking another moment before he pulled back and smashed his lips to your own, kissing you deeply. When the need for air caused you to have to separate, he pulled back enough to rest his forehead against your own, not wanting to separate further just yet.

“Not that I’m complaining…” You said, slightly out of breath, but highly confused, “But… what’s going on in your head, Bradley?”

“You called Gracie our daughter.” He replied softly, his voice gravely from emotions and the heated kiss, “I know it’s dumb that it just now hit me because she’s been calling me Daddy and I’ve literally been saying she’s my little girl for a while now, but to hear you say she’s our daughter… Y/N… I can’t even describe the feeling that hit me. It was better than anything that I’ve ever felt… It was more incredible than the feeling I got the first time I flew in an F-18. I just… got a little overwhelmed.”

“It’s absolutely not dumb, Bradley.” You said, pulling back so you can look him in the eyes. “Anything you’re feeling at any time is never dumb. I want to know what you’re thinking and you’re feeling. I didn’t think it was possible, but I just fell even more in love with you.” You pulled him in, kissing him softly but pouring all of the love you felt into it.  When you pulled away, you were both smiling widely, looking at each other with what could only be described as heart eyes. “Come eat, Baby. It’s going to get cold.”

After breakfast the two of you worked side by side to get the dishes cleared and put away then headed upstairs to take a shower…which ended up taking a lot longer than normal because neither of you could keep your hands off of each other.

Bradley left the bathroom first to get dressed while you were drying your hair and applying your lotion and running through your morning skincare routine. When you emerged from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around you, you found him sitting on the bed, dressed in a pair of jeans and a Philly’s T-shirt looking around the room, deep in thought.

You walked over to him, stepping between his spread thighs and cupping his face to gently lift it to look up at you. You smiled softly, bending down to place a gentle kiss on his lips before straightening back up so you could look into his eyes again.

“What has you so deep in thought, my love?” You asked him, slipping your hands around to the back of his neck and lacing your fingers together.  His hands came up to waist to hold you to him.

“Just thinking maybe we can look at new bedroom furniture for in here too…” He said, “While we’re out letting Gracie pick out her new room, maybe we can redecorate our space too… make it ours. And I was mentally making a list of spaces to clear out so you’ll have room in here.”

“I don’t need anything new or fancy, Bradley.” You assured him, “I just need you… and I don’t have much, so please don’t worry about clearing a lot of space.”

“Sweetheart, you may not need new or fancy but I fully intend to spoil my girl.” He informed you, pulling you down so you were sitting on his lap. “I think it’s important for us to turn this into OUR home. As for you not needing a lot of space, I haven’t forgotten our conversation yesterday on the phone. I am taking you shopping and we are not stopping until you have a full wardrobe that you are 100% happy with because you deserve nothing less than that. You’ve done such an amazing job at making sure that Gracie always has everything that she needs and you take care of everyone else all of the time… Sweetheart… please, just this once, let me take care of YOU.”

“I’m not going to win this argument am I?” You whispered, laying your head on his shoulder. “I’m not really good at letting people take care of me… but I’ll work on it. We can pick out new furniture…and go shopping for some clothes.”

“That’s my girl.” He said, turning his head to kiss your forehead, “I should warn you though, when I said just this once… that was a total lie because I plan on always taking care of you. I love you, Sweetheart.”

“I love you too, Bradley.” You replied, kissing his shoulder.

A while later you pulled into the driveway at Jake’s. Bradley parked the Bronco behind your car and the two of you made your way inside. It was already mid morning by the time you got there. Jake and Phoenix were on the couch when you walked in, Gracie running over with various cups and plates of her plastic food serving them.

“Hi Sweet Girl!” You said walking in the front door.

“Looks like you’re having a party and didn’t invite us!” Bradley said, hands on his hips, pouting playfully at Gracie.

“MOMMY! DADDY!” She exclaimed, dropping the plate of plastic food on the couch and running as fast as her legs would carry her towards him. Bradley laughed, scooping her up and tossing her into the air before hugging her tight to him and kissing her face over and over.

“I missed you my little princess!” He said between kisses. Gracie was giggling wildly at his antics. “Did you have fun with Uncle Jake and Aunty Nix?”

“I missed you too, Daddy!” she said, “We had fun! We pwayed! Unco Jakey wet me have ice cweam with spwinkos!”

“Wow, Ice cream AND sprinkles, Uncle Jakey?” You asked, playfully raising an eyebrow at him. You knew he let Gracie have treats when he watched her and you were fine with it. It was cute that Gracie thought she was getting away with something though.

“I’m the fun uncle, what can I say?” He laughed, “Did you two have a good night?”

“We had a great night.” You replied, beaming, looking at Bradley who was still holding Gracie.

“Anything in particular you’d like to share with the group?” Jake asked, winking. He clearly knew Bradley had asked and you laughed, shaking your head.

“Gracie, sweet girl,” You said, “Sit over here with Mommy and Daddy.”  You  moved to the love seat across from the couch, sitting down and Bradley sitting next to you with Gracie sitting in his lap.

“Gracie, do you remember when we were building with blocks and you built a big big castle so we could all live together?” Bradley asked.

“Yes!” She replied, “You wiv wif us Daddy! And Aunty Nix wiv wif us!”

You looked over at Jake and Phoenix who were both fighting smiles as you and Bradley tried to navigate this conversation. You stuck your tongue out at them when Gracie wasn’t looking causing your brother to chuckle out loud and Phoenix to playfully smack him.

“Daddy  and I looked for a big enough castle for all of us, but we couldn’t find one we’d all fit in.” You said, “Would it be ok if you and Mommy move into Daddy’s house with him and we come visit Uncle Jake and Aunty Nix whenever you miss them?”

“Unco Jakey, will miss us too.” She said, her eyes looking sad. Jake could feel his own eyes start to tear up looking over at his niece.

“Come here Princess G.” He said, opening his arms. Gracie jumped down and went to her uncle, climbing into his arms. “I love having you and mommy live with me so so much. But I think that it’s important for you and mommy and daddy to live together, Princess. You won’t be far away like you were before, Ok?”

“Ok.” She said, “But you be sad here awone, Unco Jakey.”

“I won’t be alone, Princess G.” He assured her. “I’ll still come steal you and we’ll have super cool sleepovers with blanket forts and no mommies allowed!” Then he looked over at Phoenix and winked before pulling Gracie to him and whispering in her ear, “You should ask Aunty Nix to move in with me so I’m not sad.”

Gracie beamed at him, then kissed his cheek and scooted over to Phoenix, crawling into her lap. Phoenix eyed Jake suspiciously, but wrapped her arms around Gracie giving her her full attention. They’d already discussed moving in together in future terms so Jake didn’t feel bad about using his niece as leverage here.

You and Bradley watched the scene unfold before you, stealing a glance at Jake, you caught the wink he sent your way. You could guess what your daughter was about to ask Phoenix and you had to hold back the laugh at Jake’s tactics.

“Aunty Nix?” Gracie asked

“What’s up Gracie Girl?” She replied smiling

“You pwease come wiv wif Unco Jakey so he’s not sad when Mommy and me wiv wif Daddy?” She asked, giving her biggest puppy eyes to Phoenix. Jake hadn’t been wrong. You were in trouble when Gracie was a teenager batting those eyes and dimples at you both.

Phoenix looked up at Jake who was also giving her his saddest puppy eyes and pout, his dimples showing too,  causing her to laugh, and fall more in love with the man. There was no way she could tell him ‘no’, or Gracie ‘no’.

“Will it make you feel better Gracie?” She asked, playing along, “If I come live with Uncle Jakey and make sure he’s not lonely?”

“Yes!” Gracie exclaimed.

“Ok, I will do that for you. I will come live with Uncle Jakey and make sure he’s not lonely at all. That way you and Mommy can go live with Daddy so HE’S not loney.”

“I wuv you Aunty Nix!” She said, hugging her tightly. Phoenix laughed, hugging her back just as tightly.

“I love you too, Gracie girl.” She replied, then whispered in her ear, “You should ask Daddy and Uncle Jakey to take you to Disneyland.”

“DADDY! UNCO JAKEY!” She yelled pulling away from Phoenix and whipping around, “We go to DISNEYWAND?”

“Well played Nat.” You laughed, “These two had already planned to offer that up had negotiations not gone well… I think we should make it a Daddy, Uncle, Gracie outting though…”

“Sweetheart…”Bradley said looking at you with a terrified look in his eyes. Glancing at Jake you saw the look in his eyes matched Bradley’s. “I mean… is that… wise?”

“You’re probably right.” You agreed. “We can send Bob to supervise.”

“Tulip!” Jake groaned, “Gracie… don’t you think it would be more fun with your whole family? We can get all of your uncles and maybe even Papa Mav and Penny to come?”

“YES!” She agreed with her uncle, who looked relieved.

“Well, now that that is settled,” You laughed, “We were thinking of furniture shopping today… letting Gracie pick out some things and apparently we’re getting new bedroom furniture too.”

“If you need her bedroom furniture we can move it…” Jake offered, but you could see he really wanted to keep a room here for Gracie. Bradley picked up on it too and smiled. He knew how much Gracie meant to Jake.

“We figured she’d need it when she’s having sleepovers here… if you’re ok keeping it.” Bradley said, “Was going to have her pick out what she’d like in case we needed to bribe her into the new room.”

“I think keeping a room for her here is a great idea.” Phoenix said, “We plan to steal her often anyway, so she’ll need a place to sleep.”

“Absolutely.” Jake agreed, smiling lovingly at Phoenix. “When is your lease up, Sweets?”

“I’ve actually just been month to month until I decided if I wanted to stay in an apartment or if I wanted to look at housing.” She replied, “So… it’s technically up in 2 weeks if I tell them I’m not renewing next month.”

“Tell them.” Jake said, “I’ll come help you pack.”

“I plan on taking my girls as soon as possible.” Bradley said. He pulled you over into his lap, holding you, “I know this week is going to be a lot…and I don’t want to add any pressure or stress to that. We have court and Gracie’s birthday. How about the following weekend we move Phoenix in here and you and Gracie in with me?”

“I think that sounds perfect.” You replied.”What do you think, Nat? Will that be enough time to get everything packed and sorted out with your apartment?”

“Plenty of time.” She smiled, “I’m Navy… I can move with 24 hours notice.”

You spent the rest of the morning and early afternoon with Bradley and Gracie at the furniture store picking out bedroom furniture and setting up delivery. As luck would have it, the sets you found that you liked were in stock so you just had to find a time that the store had a delivery truck and crew available. After leaving the furniture store you decided to stop at Bed Bath and Beyond to pick out new bedding sets and curtains to go with the furniture before grabbing lunch and heading back home for Gracie to take a late nap.

The week went decently fast. Bradley ended up spending every night with you at Jake’s, not wanting to be away from you and Gracie. Jake stayed at Phoenix’s on Monday and Tuesday night to start helping her pack but had promised to be back Wednesday night. He’d stopped into the Hard Deck Wednesday on his lunch while you were working, bringing you something to eat from In and Out Burger.

“I’m not flying this afternoon, so I decided it was a greasy burger, fries and milkshake kinda lunch day.” Jake said, bringing the food up to the bar and setting it all out for the two of you. “And it’s been awhile since I’ve had a lunch date with my baby sister.”

“Thanks Jakey.” You smiled, “You’re the best big brother in the world. I’m actually starving and this smells amazing.”

“You doing OK, Tulip?” He asked, taking the wrapper off of his burger and taking a bite.

“I’m just kinda nervous.” You replied, “I mean… logically I know that with the order of protection, him facing charges and actual jail time the odds are in my favor that the judge will actually terminate his parental rights, but a small part of me is still really scared something will happen and the judge will side with Trent.”

“Baby girl there is zero chance a judge would side with that piece of shit.” Jake assured you. “In fact, I’m confident that this hearing is just a formality to officially free Gracie from him. Lauren pretty much said as much the last time we met with her.”

“I know… It’s just really hard to trust that my world isn’t going to drop out from under me because everything is so perfect.” You confided in him. “Literally everything is going so well… I’m happy Jakey. I am in love with the most amazing man who is literally perfect. He’s stepped right into being Gracie’s daddy without any hesitation and adores her as if she were biologically his own. I’ve made friends…real friends. We have a whole ass FAMILY Jakey. This is… amazing…and yet… scary.”

“I know what you’re saying Y/N.” Jake said smiling sadly, “I hate that you have to feel this way too. I really tried to keep all the bad stuff from ever touching you, Tulip. I guess that just wasn’t realistic. Here’s the thing though… I’ve learned recently from some VERY smart individuals… It’s ok to trust the good stuff. The world won’t fall out from underneath you just because life gets good. The good stuff is what makes life worth living. Just trust that it’s all going to be OK. You’ve survived all the crap life had to throw at you…now you get the good stuff.”

“Listen to your brother, Sweetie.” Penny said gently, coming in from the office, not wanting to startle either of you. “It’s all going to work out tomorrow. Amelia and I will be over in the morning to watch Gracie again. We might take her to the park if that’s ok with you?”

“Thank you, Penny.” You smiled, “She’ll love that. She’ll be excited that Amelia is coming again, she adores her.”

“Perfect.” Penny replied, “I’m going to go take Mav some lunch, he forgot to bring anything. I’ll be back before you leave.”

“Sounds good.” You said, “Take your time.”

You and Jake finished eating your lunch then with some time left before he needed to be back at work decided to play a game of pool.

“So I know you’re moving in with Bradley and you’re in love and everything is great…” Jake said, “With everything that happened with Trent and with what we saw growing up… do you still believe in marriage and happily ever after?”

You looked up from the pool table where you were about to take your shot, trying to get a read on your brother. You couldn’t tell if he was asking because he wasn’t sure how he felt about marriage and happily ever after or if he was really talking about you and Bradley.  You took a minute to think about it, lining up your shot and taking it, sinking the ball in the corner pocket before standing up to walk over to Jake.

“Short answer?” You replied, “Yes. I do. Despite what we saw from our own parents growing up and what I lived with Trent, I DO believe in marriage and happily ever after. I believe in love, Jakey. Do I believe in the fairy tale love that we see on TV and in movies? No, because that’s not real. Love is sometimes messy, it requires work from both parties. It’s give and take… it’s not always 50/50… sometimes it’s one person giving more because the other person is tapped out. What we saw from our parents growing up wasn’t love. But we did see love Jakey. That sweet adorable old couple that used to buy us milkshakes at the diner whenever we went there to escape the fighting? They were so in love with one another after over fifty years of marriage… they thought one another hung the moon. THAT’S love. Bradley had reservations for us on Saturday night at the Italian restaurant we went to on our first date but when I called having a mini breakdown because I didn’t know what to wear and was hating my wardrobe, he realized I wasn’t freaking out about clothes and that going to a fancy restaurant was the last thing I needed so he canceled and planned a perfect beach date on the fly last minute. THAT’S love.”

Jake stood for a moment taking in what you said, letting it all sink in and processing it through his head.

“And because I believe in love, I believe in marriage and if Bradley wants to marry me someday, I will absolutely marry him.” You said, “But if he’s content with us just being together as a family then that’s what we’ll do because I love him.”

“I would do anything for Nix.” Jake admitted quietly. “If someone came through the door and told me that I had to choose between flying and her… I’d choose. Every. Fucking. Time. I would hand over my wings and sign my discharge papers and walk away.”

“Jakey, that’s love.” You smiled at your brother. “But she’d never ask that of you because she loves YOU. Do you believe in marriage, Jakey?”

“Yes.” He replied, smiling as he thought of the rings he had tucked away at home. He made a mental note to make sure they were better hidden before Phoenix moved in. “Can I let you in on a secret?”

“Of course you can!” You replied, gasping, hoping this was going where you thought it was going. Jake chuckled at the excitement on your face.

“Saturday… when Bradley and I were on a top secret mission….” Jake said, “He went with me to help me pick out a ring.”

“JAKEY!” You yelled, throwing down the cue on the table and throwing yourself at your brother. He caught you easily, laughing as you hugged him tightly, and he hugged you back just as tight.

“I take it, you approve?” He asked, chuckling in your ear. Pulling away you gave him a look like he was an idiot, making him laugh again.

“Of COURSE I approve!” You said, “Nat is literally the sister I always wanted and now I get! She’s also the friend I always wished I had. But beyond that she makes YOU happy and THAT is all I could ever hope for. When are you going to ask her?”

“I’m still working on that.” He said, “You better work on your poker face, Tulip. No slipping!”

“I promise!” You said holding out your pinky to him. He laughed but linked his pinky to your own in a child-like promise. “I’m so so happy for you Jakey.”

“Thanks, Tulip.” He replied, “I told you things are going to be good for us. All good stuff from now on.”

“I just ask one thing.” You said, trying to keep a straight face.

“Anything, Tulip.” He replied.

“You’re not allowed to use my daughter to emotionally blackmail Nat into sayin ‘yes’ to marrying you.” You teased, “Moving in was one thing, marriage is totally different.”  Jake threw his head back laughing.

“Tulip!” He gasped, “We’d already talked about it in general Saturday night because I knew Bradley was going to be asking you to move in with him… I just hadn’t made an official ask yet. I swear I wouldn’t ever use Princess G to manipulate anyone!”

“I know.” You laughed, “I just wanted to give you a hard time. Although now that I think about it… there could be some cute proposal opportunities using her as your little wingman… wing..girl?”

“I’ll let you know if I need to borrow my niece.” He laughed. “For now though, I need to get back to base. I’ll see you after work. Do you need me to get Princess G from daycare or are you good?”

“I’m good. I’ll be out of here at a decent time today. I’m thinking about ordering pizzas for dinner though, that OK, I know we just had junk for lunch?” You asked.

“Of course.” He replied, “Tonight is a no pressure, relax and breathe easy night. Tomorrow night, we will celebrate at home, low key. Friday we’ll be over at Mav and Penny’s house getting things set up for Saturday.”

“Ok.” You smiled, “All planned out.”

“Yup!” He said,giving you a hug. “Don’t work too hard, I love you, Tulip.”

“Love you too, Jakey” You replied, “Be safe doing whatever you’re doing this afternoon.”

“Just instructing.” He laughed, “I’ll be on the ground while they’re doing simulations.”

“Perfect.” You beamed. “Tell my future sister in law I said ‘hi’”

“Will do.” He laughed.

The rest of the day went fast. Penny made it back just in time for you to head to pick up Gracie. Bradley called as you were getting in your car to let you know he was done for the day.

“Hey, Sweetheart.” He said, “I’m leaving base now, are you still at work?”

“I’m just leaving now to go get Gracie.” You replied, starting the car.

“I’m going to run by the house to grab clean clothes and a shower then I’ll be over.” He said, “Do you need me to stop to pick anything up?”

“Nope, we’re ordering pizzas tonight for dinner.” You said, “Unless you want something else…”

“Pizza is perfect, Baby.” He replied, you could hear the smile in his voice. “I’ll see you soon. I love you.”

“Love you too. Drive safe.” You replied.

“You too. You’re both precious cargo!” He said.

After picking up Gracie from daycare and getting home, you got her a snack while you pulled out stuff to throw together a quick dump cake. You didn’t feel like cooking dinner but you were never too tired to make a dessert. You knew both Bradley and Jake loved the caramel apple dump cake you made for several of the dinner nights and it was really quick and easy so you didn’t mind.

“Gracie, do you wanna help Mommy make a cake for Daddy and Uncle Jakey?” You asked her. Your daughter loved to help in the kitchen and you loved the quality time with her.

“Yes!” She exclaimed, happy to help bake, especially for her two favorite people.

“Hop on over here my sweet girl!” You said, smiling, pulling up the step stool you sometimes used to reach stuff on the top shelves. You definitely did not inherit any of the height genes in your family. Jake got all of those. You helped your daughter carefully climb up on the step so she could reach the counter better and the two of you set to work dumping ingredients into the glass cake pan.  You had just finished and were putting the pan into the oven when the front door opened.

“Honey, we’re home!” Jake called. You could hear Bradley laughing as he came in behind him. “Where are our girls?”

“Unco JAKEY!” Gracie yelled, jumping down from the step stool and tearing off towards the living room. “DADDY!”

“There’s my Princess G!” Jake said, picking her up. “How’s my best girl?”

“I good!” She replied, kissing him on his cheek, “Unco Jakey, you pway wif me?”

“I will absolutely play with you, Baby girl.” He said, “Let me change quickly first, ok?”

“OK!” She replied, reaching over to Bradley, “Gimme Daddy!”  Jake laughed, passing her over to Bradley before heading to his room to shower and change out of his uniform.

“Hi Princess.” Bradley said, taking her from Jake and hugging her close, “I missed you so much today. Did you have a good day?”

“I missed you too Daddy.” She replied, “I pwayed wif my fwends today and den Mommy bwinged me home and we maked you and Unco Jakey a cake!”

“You did?” He asked, “Thank you, my Gracie girl! I can’t wait to eat the cake. I’m sure it’s the best cake ever.”

“I wuv you Daddy!” She said, grabbing his face and giving him a very big kiss. “We go wiv at your house now?”

“I love you too, Princess,” He chuckled, “We have to wait just a little bit longer. We have to make sure your brand new room is ready first.”

“Ok, Daddy.” She sighed, “You stay wif me and Mommy?”

“Of course, Princess.” He promised, “I’ll stay right here with you and Mommy, Ok?”

“Ok!” She said.

“Someone is turning into quite the Daddy’s girl.” You smiled, coming into the living room.

“Are you a Daddy’s girl, Gracie?” Bradley asked her, tickling her tummy as he held her. “I think you’re Momma’s little angel.”

“I am Mommy’s and Daddy’s pwincess!” She declared.

“Yes you are.” You laughed.

The night is relaxed. Jake and Bradley do their best to keep your mind off the hearing coming up the next day. Jake ordered pizzas to be delivered before he left base so they arrived not long after they’d gotten home. Once dinner was finished the three of you had taken Gracie out to the backyard to let her run around and run off some energy.

“I think you’re going to need to find that castle playsets to put in your backyard Rooster.” Jake said, “Princess G is going to need swings and stuff to play on.”

“I’ve been looking at some actually.” Bradley said, pulling his phone out to show Jake the playsets. You just laughed, shaking your head. You’ve given up trying to reign these two fools in anymore.

After a while you took Gracie in to wash her hands and let her help you dish up the cake the two of you had made and then you carried it out to the back so you could all eat dessert outside. The guys made sure to praise her (and you) for how delicious it was and how much they loved it. Gracie was over the moon that her two favorite people loved the cake so much.

By the time bedtime rolled around, Gracie was worn out. She requested that Uncle Jakey tuck her in and read her bedtime book, which he was more than happy to do.

“Want a glass of wine or a beer, Sweetheart?” Bradley asked, heading to the kitchen.

“Wine please.” You said, sinking down onto the couch.

He returned a minute later with a bottle of beer for himself and a glass of wine for you. Handing you the wine, he sat down, before pulling you into his side, wrapping his free arm around you. You rested your head against his shoulder and took a sip of your wine.

“I can hear your thoughts from up here, Sweetheart.” He teased, gently. “You’re supposed to be relaxing.”

“I am relaxed” You argued, looking up at him and sticking your tongue out. “I just… happen to also be thinking.”

“About tomorrow? Or non-stressful stuff?” He asked, kissing the top of your head.

“Both.” You replied honestly. “I’m mentally preparing myself for tomorrow and thinking ahead for the good stuff.”

“I can accept that.” He replied, “Let’s sort through the thoughts on tomorrow first. What are you thinking?”

“I just keep worrying something will go wrong, so I’m preparing myself in case we don’t get the outcome we want.” You admitted.

“That’s fair.” He said, “Considering everything you’ve gone through up to this point, Sweetheart, I can absolutely understand why you’re planning for the worst. It breaks my heart that it’s your default and I am making it my mission from now until forever to change your default to only expect the best that life has to offer.”

“I love you.” You whispered, turning your head into his chest. “I WANT forever with you Bradley Bradshaw.”

“I love you too, Baby Girl.” He said, setting his beer on the coffee table and using his now free hand to tip your chin up to face him, leaning down to kiss you softly.

“Alright, no making out in front of me.” Jake whined, coming into the living room. “Don’t make me separate you two.”

“Way to ruin a moment, Seresin.” Bradley said, glaring playfully at Jake.

“Sorry, not sorry.” He winked, plopping himself down on the other end of the couch. “What are we watching tonight? RomCom? Action? Comedy?”

“What’ll it be, Sweetheart?” Bradley asks.

“Sweet Home Alabama” You picked immediately, causing both men to groan. “It’s GOOD!”

“Sure…” Jake said, grabbing the remote from the coffee table and turning on the TV.

You spent the next couple of hours snuggled into Bradley watching your favorite RomCom. You started to drift off towards the end, relaxed and comfortable in Bradley’s embrace.

“Come on, Sweetheart.” He said softly, “You’re falling asleep, let’s get you to bed.”

“Goodnight Tulip.” Jake said, “Get some sleep, tomorrow’s gonna be a great day.”

“Night Jakey.” You replied, letting Bradley pull you up from the couch, “I hope you’re right.”

“I’m always right.” He winked.

The next morning, Jake took care of getting Gracie breakfast and getting her dressed while you got ready and Bradley kept you calm and together. Penny and Amelia arrived with coffee and pastries from the bakery down the road from her house. Once she was there to wrangle Gracie, Jake headed into his room to get ready.

“It’s going to be OK, Sweetheart.” Bradley reminded you before you headed down out to the kitchen, “No matter what happens today, you’ve got me, Baby. Gracie is not Trent’s. She calls me Daddy. She’s ours. I don’t care what the judge says. But they’re going to agree with us.”

“I love you.” You said, wrapping your arms around his middle and resting your head on his chest. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“You’ll never have to find out.” He promised, dropping a kiss onto your head and wrapping his own arms around you. “I love you too, Sweetheart.”

You arrived at the courthouse and made your way through security. Lauren was waiting on the other side to meet with you again prior to going into the hearing. “Good Morning!” She said, smiling, “Let’s head into the conference room and we can go over what to expect today.”

She led the three of you to the conference room across from the courtroom you’d be in for the hearing.

“Has there been any new developments in that asshole’s case?” Jake asked, sitting down on one side of you at the table, Bradley  sitting on the other.

“Actually, I have some pretty good news to share with you all” She replied, “I just got an update when I arrived this morning and then his lawyer requested to meet with me first thing.”

“I’m afraid to ask what he wants.” You said quietly, unwilling to get your hopes up or believe the good news would indeed be the news you were hoping for.

“I understand, given the history, that you’re apprehensive with anything coming from him.” Lauren said, smiling gently, “But, Y/N, I promise you, this is all good.”

“Lay it on us.” Bradley said, squeezing your hand in support, and offering you a smile.

“Alright, well first of all, given the fact that he did violate the order twice and got violent the second time, chances of leniency from the judge will be slim to none. His lawyer knows that and I am sure made him aware of that. Trent is looking at jail time regardless.” Lauren said, “The amount of time is what’s up in the air. His lawyer advised him to work with you and give you what you’d originally asked for ahead of the next hearing date and that it’ll help his image in court. It might go a little ways with that judge, I assure you, it won’t be enough to get him out of serving time. I wasn’t going to point that out to his lawyer though.”

“So… is he going to do it?” Jake asked, “Did the piece of shit finally agree to sign off all rights to Gracie?”

“He did.” She smiled, “I have the signed papers here, saying he’s willingly signing over full custody to you, Y/N. He doesn't want visitation rights.”

“Ok, so I have full custody.” You said, “But he’s still listed as the father on Gracie’s birth certificate. Can the judge change that today?”

“We will still ask for that here today.” She assured you. “With him willingly signing over custody and not wanting visitation, we can certainly take it one step forward and ask that all parental rights to Gracie be removed. In the event that something were to happen to you, he’d have zero claim to her.”

“I want that. I can’t let him get her.” You said, “If something happens to me, he cannot have her.”

“He won’t, Sweetheart.” Bradley promised, leaning over to kiss your head, “None of us will let that happen.”

“I can promise you that, Tulip.” Jake said, “He’d have to pry her from my dead cold fingers, and even then there’d be a whole squad of naval aviators right behind me in line to protect her.”

“And in addition to her many bodyguards,” Lauren said, “If the judge for whatever reason, does not remove him from the birth certificate or revoke parental rights, you can create a Will and specify who will become guardian to Gracie in the event that something happens to you. Regardless of what happens here today, I highly recommend you do that anyway.”

“Ok” You said, “Thank you. For everything. I will never be able to adequately put into words how grateful I am to you for everything you’ve done.”

“Y/N, I am more than happy to have been able to help you.” She replied, “I was lucky enough to have had someone there and able to help me when I was in your shoes and now it’s my turn to do the same. Seeing you get to move on and live the life you deserve and see Gracie get the family she deserves… the Daddy she deserves.. And has found Bradley… that’s payment enough.”

“Well, after all this you’re officially a part of our chaotic family, so we’d love it if you'd join us Saturday for Gracie’s 3rd birthday party.” Jake said, “We…may have gone a little overboard on it.”

“We?” You laughed, “I’ve been doing all I can do to reign you idiots in. But absolutely, we would love for you to join us. I can definitely promise it’ll be a zoo…. And depending on how much these two have been planning when I’ve not been around… the zoo might be literal.”

“I would be honored to come celebrate your sweet little girl turning 3.” She replied, “I look forward to seeing what these two have planned.”

“You might not say that when you see what they’re capable of.” You replied, laughing.

“Alright, let’s go ahead and head into the courtroom.” Lauren said, “It’ll be a closed room because it’s for a minor.”

You filed out, following Lauren across the hall to the courtroom. Before entering you saw a familiar face heading towards you down the hall in service khakis. You smiled, nudging Jake.

“Looks like someone snuck away from base.” You said.

“Sweets, what are you doin’ here?” Jake asked, a huge smile spreading across his face at the sight of Phoenix walking towards you all.

“Wasn’t going to miss this for the world.” She replied, pulling him into a hug when she got to him. “Figured you could all use the extra support, so I got Admiral Simpson to give me the morning off. Mav’s covering for me.”

“I love you, Nat.” Jake said,hugging her back. “Thank you for being here.”

“Love you too, Jake.” She replied, “Let’s go free Princess G.”

“Thank you, Nat.” You said, hugging her before you all went inside. “You’re the best.”

“You’re the first female best friend I’ve literally ever had, Y/N.” She chuckled, “My sister from another mister.”

You all made your way inside the courtroom and took a seat at the front. You sat with Lauren on one side. Trent’s lawyer appeared for him, sitting on the other side of the room.

Once the judge entered and took his place, he quickly reviewed the files in front of him, including the additions placed in the file that morning.

“Ms. Kennedy, have you had time to review the new proposals submitted this morning from opposing counsel?” The judge asked.

“I have your honor.” She replied, “Ms. Seresin accepts the offer of full custody and zero visitation stipulation offered from her ex-husband. Your honor we also are requesting that Trent’s parental rights be completely repealed and his name be removed from the minor child’s birth certificate.”

“Ms. Seresin, is there a reason you are asking for her father to essentially be expunged from your daughter’s history?” The judge asked, directing his question to you.

You looked at Lauren who nodded encouragingly at you, before looking back at Bradley who gave you a soft smile. Taking a deep breath you stood up and addressed the judge.

“Your honor, with all due respect, Trent may have contributed the DNA needed to create Gracie that was where his contribution ended, Sir.” You said, “He has never, in her entire life, shown any interest in being her father, apart from when she could be used as a pawn to control me. He wasn’t there when I gave birth to her, You Honor. He hasn’t been there any time she’s been sick or had a bad dream, said her first words, or took her first steps. She hasn’t asked about him one time since we left Texas, nor has she ever called him Daddy.” You paused, taking a  steadying breath, looking back at your brother and Bradley again. “But, my daughter Gracie does have a Daddy. One that she loves very much, Sir. He may not have given her his DNA, but he gives her his love, he shows up, he loves her unconditionally and has done so since the first day he met her. He’s the one she calls Daddy and who she thinks hung the moon.”

“I appreciate what you’re saying, Ms. Seresin.” The judge answered, “Given what I’ve seen in the files here and from conversations I’ve had with Judge Edwards prior to today, I understand where you’re coming from. Strictly looking at the facts on the paper, Ms. Seresin from the two violations of the protection order already, the second being your ex husband attempting to forcefully remove you and the minor child from your residence, it is of my opinion that it is in fact in the best interest of the child to terminate paternal parental rights and in doing so I will grant your request to have his name removed from the birth certificate. You will, however, need to file that with the county in which she was born, which is in Texas if I am not mistaken.”

“You are correct, Your Honor,” You answered, choking on emotions, “Thank you, Sir.”

“I’m assuming the man your daughter has claimed for her dad is here today?” He asked.

“Yes, Your Honor.” You replied, glancing back at Bradley, smiling through your tears. You noticed, he was wiping his own away from his eyes, smiling right back at you.

“I trust that you understand what an absolute honor it is that this little girl has chosen you to be her person?” The judge asked Bradley. “That her mother is putting her faith in you to be the father her little girl deserves?”

“I do, Your Honor.” He replied, “It’s not something I take lightly, Sir. I’d do anything, give anything to ensure both of them are taken care of, loved, and happy.”

“Will I be seeing you back in here at some point down the line to make your father title official?” The judge asked, smiling for the first time at both you and Bradley.

“I would love nothing more, Sir.” He replied, “But official paper or not, Gracie is my daughter.”

“Good to hear.” He replied, “Alright, Counselor, you can tell your client all parental rights are hereby stripped, effective immediately. Ms. Seresin, I know it’s been a long and rough road for you and that little girl. Once you walk out those doors today, it’s all in the past. Focus on the future and the life you’ve already started on building for you and Miss Gracie.”

“Thank You, Sir.” You replied, choking back a sob. It felt like the entire weight of the world had been lifted from your shoulders. For the first time in a long time you could truly breathe. It was over. You had been freed from the nightmare, and now your daughter was too.

“Congratulations, Y/N.” Lauren said, pulling you into a hug, “It’s all over, Sweetie. You did it. Let’s get you all out of here and across to the conference room so you have some privacy.”

She ushered the four of you across the hall, back to the same conference room you’d been in prior to the hearing.

“I’m going to take care of filing these right now to give you all some time.” She said, “I’ll be back in a bit and we can go over the process to get her birth certificate changed.” She left the room, softly closing the door behind her.

“You did it, Tulip!” Jake said, pulling you into him and hugging you tightly, “You got our Princess G freed from that dickhead! I am so fucking proud of you, Y/N.”

You let him hold you, hugging him back just as tight. All of the lingering stress and anxiety from the last few months seemed to leave you at that moment, an intense feeling of pure relief washing over you.

“He can’t touch us anymore, Jakey.” You whispered, “We’re free.”

“You are.” He confirmed, “You’re so so strong, Tulip. You went in there and didn’t give that judge a chance to even think about deciding anything else. You are one hell of a momma bear. Princess G is so damn lucky to have you for her Momma.”

“He’s right, Y/N.” Phoenix agreed, “You were so fierce and strong this whole time. You’re so much braver than anyone I know… and I fly with some crazy ass people.”

You laughed, wiping the tears from your eyes.

“Come here, Sweetheart.” Bradley said, his voice rough from the emotions he was fighting back. Jake released you, stepping back to place his arm around Phoenix while you stepped into Bradley’s outstretched arms. He simply held you tight for several moments, just needing to have you close and feel you in his arms. You needed the same so you were content to just let him hold you.  “I love you so much, Baby. I can’t even put into words how proud I am of you for standing your ground in there today and not only speaking up about exactly what a useless piece of trash Trent is but for what you told the judge about me… and being Gracie’s real dad. I meant what I said to the judge too… I would absolutely make it official at any point, but papers or no papers, she’ll always be my little girl. I plan to keep showing up, and loving her, and her mom, if that works for you?”

“That works for me.” You replied, smiling through your tears, “I love you too, Bradley… more than I ever thought I was capable of. I don’t know how Gracie and I got so lucky but, no take backs. You're ours now.”

“Strict no return policy, so you’re good.” He chuckled, leaning down to kiss you softly.

“Alright!” Jake exclaimed, “Celebratory dinner tonight. Just us, then we can celebrate with the whole group tomorrow while we set up for the party on Saturday.”

“Sounds amazing.” You said.

“Ok, I’ve filed the paperwork with the clerk.” Lauren said, coming back into the room. “Next steps, Y/N you will need to take copies of all of these to the courthouse in the county where Gracie was born and file to change her birth certificate and name. Once that is complete a new social security card can be issued with her new name. It can take weeks up to several months depending on their backlog.”

“Is it something that can be done through the mail?” Jake asked, knowing you weren’t crazy about going back to Texas.

“Unfortunately, no.” She said, “It’ll be a good opportunity to go through the house and get anything out that you wanted and close out any bank accounts while you’re there though. Use it as the closure that it is, Y/N. Afterwards you don’t ever have to step foot in Texas again.”

“You won’t be going alone, Tulip.” Jake promised.

“Damn straight you won’t.” Bradley agreed.

“I feel as though it’s safe to say that you’ll never be without a strong support system again, Y/N” Laurent smiled.

After thanking her again and giving her all the information for Gracie’s party on Saturday you all said your goodbyes and headed out of the courthouse.

“I’ll see you all at the house tonight.” Phoenix said, once you were all outside. “I have to head back to base.Y/N, I’m so happy for you and Gracie. I love you both so much.” She stepped over to you, pulling you into a hug.  

“Thank you so much for being here, Nat.” You said, hugging her back. “I love you too!”

“I’ll walk with you to your car, Sweets.” Jake said, “I’ll be right back.”

Jake walked with Phoenix over to her car while you and Bradley made your way to the Bronco. Before getting in, he pulled you into his arms, his head dipping down to claim your lips in a tender kiss.

“I love you.” He said, pulling away just enough to rest his forehead against yours.

“I love you too.” You replied, smiling. “Looks like we have a lot to celebrate this weekend.”

“So much to celebrate, Sweetheart.” He agreed. “And we’re just getting started.”

A/N: Phew! Thoughts?? Up next.... BIRTHDAY PARTY!!!! 

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[kazukazuhas]

❝ 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 ❞—- [ 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 ] / 𝐩𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞

𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐮𝐜 𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐫 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

⇢ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ; ; the night finally swindled into the shiny lights and the music lowered but just above everything, everyone else. a warm hand held yours softly as he gazed lovestruckly, eyes soft with his love and you take your first step together as a married couple.

⇢ 𝐜𝐰𝐬 ; ;  kissing ;; soft diluc agenda rise ;; wedding stuff (i have been to one in the last decade of my life) ;; uncrowned king and queen of mondstadt essentially ;; cute fluffy fluff

⇢ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 ; ; i don't know what i have written, i hope it's good tho. also there's a fic titled "the uncrowned king and queen of mondstadt", i didn't read it but the title inspired me enough.

⇢ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ; ; @spoopy-fish-writes // @spoops-inliyue ;; @decaffeinatedcloudkryptonite // @shaantiofher ;; @sunangelstears

   diluc sighed softly against the shell of your ear, his voice light with love as he buried his face into your neck, the soft fabric of the dress you wore brushed his face roughly as he continued to bask in your warmth. an arm wrapped loosely around your waist and the other held in the hand you kept against your heart for him to feel it.

   even as you live in this moment, even if your last name is ragnvindr now and even if he pledged his love to you for the rest of eternity. even if he was breathing at this moment, feeling you keep him close and sway to the song the bards sang, diluc could never believe his life took such a turn for the best. years ago if someone were to say that the young master were to be a happy married man to such a beautiful and outright angelic person such as yourself, diluc would have call them a madman and sunk further into his unstable lifestyle.

   and yet, here was the man into his glory holding the lady he loved the most.

   kaeya was proud of him, not that the captain with a lack of cavalry would admit to it, his brother did in fact grow. diluc never cared much for himself in the past, hair tied back so tight it had kaeya wondering how he was not loosing his hair. he looked terrible on his off days and didn't even bother to live outside work. but now, his older brother was living, the dark circles reduced to nearly nothing and groomed himself up nicely. diluc looked happy, and for that kaeya was too.

   "now, i do certainly apologize for the interruption to the celebrations," jean's voice and the clinking of spoon to cup commanded the guests attention. there weren't many, only close friends and family members you bothered to share the news of to attended. "but, as in preparation with our kind bards, may the bride and groom please join me up here for the first dance?" she asked with a gentle tone of sweet adoration and love for her dear friends, jean herself couldn't believe this was happening in front of her eyes.

   "ready, mr ragnvindr?" you murmured quietly, feeling his arm leave your body and press against your lower back. "of course, mrs ragnvindr," he played along as he walked up to jean with you beside him. the acting grandmaster nodded before lifting gloved hands to applaud while walking away.

   stepping forward to face you, the red haired man lifting the hand you placed in his higher and his other on your waist. you raised a hand to his shoulder, straightening out the irritating wrinkle in the overcoat he wore before placing it firmly against him. diluc nodded over to the bards, they smiled and nodded back before they began playing the song of the first dance.

   a simple waltz was the dance you decided to do, mostly because throughout the wedding planning storm, you didn't have much time to spend on practice of a different one and it was what diluc knew since his father had adelinde teach him. it was simple enough for you follow along.

   diluc smiled softly before he began moving, stepping forward with you following his steps. the music swayed your bodies in a delicate melody of gentle lyres and flutes. each of the bards, no more than five of them volunteered to play music for the man who indirectly grew their careers (diluc still would pay each of other handsomely), hummed lowly a tune similar to the music they made. it surrounded the both of you, moving in sync as diluc guided most of your movements with his own.

   "love you," you felt the words slip from your lips while the hand you had on his shoulder slid up to the nape of his neck pushing his head down to press your foreheads together. sighing softly before humming along with the music. "i love you too, darling." he pressed a kiss to your forehead before moving his arm tighter around your waist. his warmth smothered you, pleasant against the cooler winds of the night.

   the fairy lights lit the scene so elegantly, hair shone golden, the beads of your dress and the shiny applicant of his suit caught the light. the music engulfed you in a world of your own, no one else mattered in the moment. only him, only you. the only thing missing was the crowns that would sit on both of your heads, shiny in colour but fit for the king and queen of mondstadt. albeit uncrowned, no one said otherwise.

   "hey, love you so much dear."

   soft chuckles and little mumbles of the guests caught vaguely diluc's attention, most of which were off comments of how beautiful a pair you made with him or how jealous someone was of either of you. but you didn't bother much, only moving your hand to his cheek and tilting the man to kiss you, ever tender, ever the loving person he was to do.

   he could never stop thanking you for being his, for helping him break such a torturous routine that killed himself inside. but now he was living, by the side of his lover and proud of who he has grown into. proud of the person who he married and who looked after him through the rough times.

𝙙𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩, 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚, 𝙚𝙩𝙘. 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙧 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙧 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙡𝙚𝙙𝙜𝙚. 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙭𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚. 𝙘𝙤𝙥𝙧. 𝙠𝙖𝙯𝙪𝙠𝙖𝙯𝙪𝙝𝙖𝙨 2023

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[peakyblinders1919]

Hello. So a peaky idea for maybe Michael or Tommy is this: at a party or the garrison with him and a now slightly tipsy reader wants to be with her boyfriend. But she doesn’t want to like do “it” she just wants to sit in his lap and play with his hair. And she keeps pointing out softly how “it’s long here*moves hand* and short here” and he just lets her because he adores her and it feels nice.

The garrison was in rare form tonight; quiet, intimate, warm. The light was gold, the music was a soft jazzy beat in the background, and the company was light, family only, and close kin. They were drunk, but the kind that left smiles on their faces and memories flowing from their lips rather than profanities and threats. It was the tail-end of a monuments win at the races for the Shelby family The celebration went into the night, teetering now on the early hours of morning.

Tommy looked to be in rare form tonight too; a smile so wide you’d haven’t seen anything like it in years. His eyes were bright whenever they landed on someone who meant a lot to him, someone he loved, but they seemed to glow whenever they landed on you across the bar. Always the people pleaser, always the politician, always your husband, but the former sometimes preceded the latter. He spent the better part of the night mingling with others, leaving you to share those sultry looks across the bar and keep your glass tipped off. 

Sleep threatened both of you now, eyes heavy with the temptation of dreaming, made even heavier with the alcohol working to now lull you into a calm feeling. A neediness.

With kisses pressed to cheeks, the bar seemed to thin out. Your eyes locked with those familiar blues, calling out to you like a siren luring you towards potentially dangerous waters. “Ex…excuse me,” your voice was sing-song and light, reflective of your tipsy mood. You couldn’t be bothered to remember what Ada was still going on about, and it was clear she didn’t care either as she laughed lightly as you swayed over and plopped yourself into Tommy lap, right in the middle of his conversation.

“Hi.” 

“Hi.” He responded. He smiled. He laughed. That laugh, music to your ears, sweet and rare and impossible to repress when yours was so contagious. “Sorry for interrupting boys,” you laid it on thick, leaning back comfortably in his lap and swinging your fishnet covered legs like a schoolgirl taking her first ride on a Ferris wheel. “I missed my boyfriend, don’t stop on my accord.” 

“Sweetheart, couldn’t it wait?” His touch said otherwise, his palm resting on the small of your back, skin against skin warm as the fabric was cut surprisingly low. His fingers grabbed softly, up and down your exposed skin.

“You’ve made me wait all night, looking at me like that,” you pouted, feigning faux teasing. Though your eyes were lustful, your words lacked anything sexual. The wanting, the longing you felt towards the man whose arms you were in, was a matter of being close to him. Intimate. Safe.

Tommy chuckled, and in your intoxication you’d allow him to laugh at your expense all night to hear that sound. Up close, he was even prettier, Michael Angelo’s David sculpted in the flesh. He was busy apologizing to his brothers and the few remaining blinder men on your behalf as you snuggled further into him. 

You busied yourself by burying your hands in his hair. Your nails scratched the base of his neck before moving up to the longer strands. A different version of you remembers tugging on them, but this blissed out version of you runs your hand through dark, soft locks adoringly. 

“It’s getting long Tom.” 

“Hm?” 

“It’s getting long everywhere,” you noted, running your hands through his hair. “Of course it’s shorter here but it’s long all ‘round.”

“When did you become my barber?” He teased in response to your observation and the laughs from those in his company. 

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[taizi]

always darkest before the dawn

rise of the tmnt x tmnt 2k3 word count: 4k title borrowed from the tornado by owl city post-movie

part two of this prompt

read on ao3

x

Raph’s not a crier.

When he was younger he might have said it was because he was too tough to cry, a New Yorker to his core. In his thirties he can admit, at least to himself, that it has nothing to do with being a tough guy, and everything to do with being extremely self-conscious in just about every avenue of his life, but especially about feeling things out loud where anyone might see it.

Blue’s Raph doesn’t have the same problem.

He’s huge, his shell and shoulders covered in dangerous-looking spikes, a big tail that puts Raphael in mind of Leatherhead dragging across the floor behind him. By looks alone this kid is the definition of a tough guy—and he’s weeping openly, tugging Blue into an embrace just shy of crushing.

“Hey, big guy,” Little Blue whispers, shaking hands fumbling for a solid hold on his brother’s shell. His fingers skate across the big hole carved through the top of Big Red’s carapace. He reaches up to touch the bandage packed over Red’s right eye. That’s about when his expression crumples and his own eyes fill with tears. “I’m so—Raph, I’m so—”

“Don’t,” Red rumbles, burying his face in the top of Blue’s head.

“It was all my fault,” he insists, breath hitching like he’s just a few seconds from bawling. “I’m so sorry, Raphie.”

“God, Leo, don’t. You don’t have to—” Red grits his teeth, a muscle in his jaw jumping. He looks like he’s remembering something that makes him sick to his stomach. One of his hands finds the nape of Blue’s neck, thumb brushing carefully over the grisly bruises there. “You don’t have to apologize anymore, okay? I don’t want to hear it. Everything’s alright now. Nobody’s mad at you.”

“I’m mad at you,” Purple interjects immediately.

“Donald,” Orange says at length, which seems to be enough to shut him up point-blank.

Blue’s next sob sounds more like a laugh.

Red only loosens his tight hug for as long as it takes for Purple and Orange to shove their way in, and then he has all three of them squeezed against his battered plastron like there’s a very real possibility he’ll never let them go.

They’re all clearly hurting, clinging to each other in a way that Raph recognizes, even if he wishes he didn’t. How many close calls has he lived through? How many nights has he kept a frightened vigil in the infirmary, counting a wounded sibling’s breaths, refusing to sleep just in case he woke up in a world he didn’t recognize?

The kids huddled on the floor look like it would take a small apocalypse to wrench them away from each other, and even then, they wouldn’t make it easy.

“You scared me, Lee,” Orange says thickly. His tone wavers between desperate relief and actual heartbreak, face screwed up as if he can’t decide how he wants to look at his prodigal brother. He curls his hands into fists around the strap that stretches across Blue’s plastron. “I thought you were—I don’t know what I’d do if…. Never ever ever do anything like that ever ever again.”

“If you do, I will make you wish you’d never been born,” Purple hisses. “There’s nowhere in the universe you would be able to hide from me, you scheming, self-sacrificial idiot.”

It’s definitely a threat, and it definitely sounds genuine. If it weren’t for the way Purple’s snout is tucked firmly into the crook of Blue’s neck and shoulder, the two of them pieced together like a familiar puzzle, Raphael might have been worried.

There’s also the fact that Blue looks absurdly reassured, like all’s right with the world again now that Purple is here to menace him.

These guys are weird, he thinks.

“These guys are adorable,” Mikey coos a millisecond later. That tracks—Mikey’s weird, too. He pitches his voice a little louder, his friendly tone effortlessly disarming. “Hey, kiddos. I’m absolutely a believer in group hugs, please don’t get it twisted. But there are comfier places to cuddle than the floor.”

“And it looks like some of you might need rebandaging,” Donnie adds gently. “I’m happy to help with that, if you like.”

Raph watches as their alternate selves seem to remember where they are in real time. The new arrivals scramble, each of them trying to shove Little Blue behind them protectively and only succeeding in jostling him around like a snowglobe.

He looks dizzy and tired and he’s probably sore as all hell, and his bloodied eye hurts Raph to look at, but he’s laughing breathlessly, trying to worm free. Red makes a deep rumbly noise in his chest that shuts all escape attempts down. His little brothers respond with clicks or chirps, like it’s second nature—first nature? Whatever, like it’s normal for them.

“Take a chill pill, mis hermanos,” Blue says, perpetually unruffled despite the tear tracks on his bruised face and the manhandling. “These guys are cool. They made me an omelet.”

The defensiveness goes out of Orange and Red right away—whether at Blue’s reassurance itself or just the certainty in his tone, Raph has no clue. Purple, who looks like he was born to harbor grudges with every fiber of his being, scoffs loudly and doesn’t let his guard down an inch.

A huff of laughter beside him makes Raph turn his head to find Leonardo smiling at their visitors ruefully.

“It almost sounds like it’s more meaningful to him that we fed him, not the fact that we treated his numerous life-threatening wounds,” Leo says.

Raph remembers being fifteen. He feels his mouth twitch toward a grin of his own. “It probably is.”

The mention of breakfast causes Mikey to loudly mention to the room at large that Blue hasn’t even touched his, which has the intended domino effect of an exodus out of the cramped infirmary and into the den.

The couch isn’t big enough to accommodate Red, something that Raph notes with a pang. The kid agreeably settles on the rug instead, tail curling around his brothers as much as it’s able. Orange picks his way up to Red’s shoulder, sitting among the spikes there comfortably. Blue is bundled in Red’s lap, with Purple shoving him over none-to-gently to climb in next to him.

“Cozy,” Mikey says, hands on his hips. “But we’re back on the floor again.”

“Losing battle, Mike,” Raph butts in. “You’re familiar with those.”

“Boys,” Splinter cuts them off. They’ll never outgrow that exasperated tone, apparently. “Before we become distracted by the tasks at hand, there is one thing I would like to establish first.”

The kids all straighten when he speaks, not so much out of respect as anticipation. They look more bewildered by him than anything. But they seem ready to follow Blue’s lead as a whole, and Blue is eyeing him curiously.

“What would you like us to call you?” the elderly rat says kindly.

“Ah,” Orange says. “Yeah, we all have the same names, huh? You can just nickname us!”

“Nicknames for you and full-names for us?” Leonardo says as if it’s not the best plan he’s ever heard but he’s made do with worse.

“Full names are a mouthful,” Red replies immediately. “Since, uh, you—” He nods toward Raphael a little bashfully. “—probably go by Raph already, I guess you can call me Ellie.”

“‘Ellie’?” Mikey says in absolute glee. Raph resigns himself to the inevitable—the absolute menace masquerading as his youngest brother is gonna run that goddamn nickname into the ground for the next month. “Really?”

“It’s what these bozos used to call me when they were little,” Ellie replies with a shrug, not at all self-conscious about it. “Mike, how ‘bout you, big man?”

“Angie’s cool,” the spotted turtle pipes up readily. “Looks like we’re going with the last half of our names as a theme.”

Purple, however, adamantly refuses to let Raph and his brothers even entertain the idea of calling Blue “Nardo,” because that method of address is his intellectual property and a Genius Built trademark, whatever the hell that means. Likewise, only Blue calls Purple “Tello,” and Purple looks downright murderous at the idea of these strangers using the name.

“If any of you must speak to me, I suppose you can refer to me as Othello.”

“I thought you hated that alias ever since the whole Purple Dragons situation,” Angie says with a wrinkle in his brow beneath his mask.

“Yeah, and I hate it here, too, so it’s perfect.”

Raph doesn’t take it personally. How could he? The kids look like they’ve been through hell and back. Ellie hasn’t made any move to let his brothers out of his arms. Angie keeps clenching his fists, and then shaking them out, like a tic he’s not entirely aware of—or like whatever is under the bandages wrapped up the length of his arms is consistently hurting him. Othello seems like he’s willing to take a bite out of the next person who looks at him for a second too long but he hasn’t let go of Blue’s hand once.

“And you, little lion?” Splinter asks of the only hold-out.

Leonardo’s younger counterpart hums thoughtfully, then surprises the hell out of Raph by looking right at him, past his own brothers and Raph’s more affable siblings.

“What have you been calling me in your head this whole time?”

Put on the spot, Raph doesn’t have time to think of anything to say but the truth. So he gruffly admits, “Blue.”

Blue’s face lights up. His brothers’ expressions shift into something pleased, a little relieved. Even Othello looks slightly less like he’s about to commit a war crime at any given moment. It’s the same way Blue looked at Mikey earlier, when Mikey knew what drink he liked best; like it’s a hint of home they weren’t expecting to find here.

“Fine by me,” the red-striped turtle allows magnanimously.

Smiling, Splinter begins hobbling toward the kitchen. “Donatello, if you wouldn’t mind looking over their wounds, please? Leonardo and I will make a few more omelets for our guests.”

Donnie mumbles agreeably, heading back into the infirmary, presumably for supplies. Meanwhile, Blue lifts his plate up to Angie, balanced carefully in his casted hand. Angie happily tears the cold omelet in half with his fingers, keeping one part for himself and biting into it like a taco before passing the rest back.

“Eggs?” Blue asks, shoving it under Othello’s snout next.

“I’ll reduce you to atoms,” Othello says plainly, tapping on his phone with his free hand.

“Noted. Eggs?” Blue asks Ellie.

“Leon, if you don’t quit fooling around and eat your dang food—”

“I can’t even tell you how likely it is that I’ll puke if I put anything heavier than jello in my body for the next twelve hours,” Blue says conversationally. It draws Ellie up short, something pained leaking into his expression, and Othello bares his teeth at no one in particular. Sensing that his light-hearted remark didn’t really land the way he intended, Blue adds, “I had some strawberry milk before you got here.”

Somehow he makes it sound like his family is here picking him up from day camp. Ellie’s visible eye gets very soft, the gruff concern melting away and pure affection shining through instead.

“That’s good, kid.”

“Hey,” Angie pipes up, with a depth of care in his voice that makes him sound twice his age, “how ‘bout a fruit smoothie instead, Lee?”

“Say no more, mini-me,” Mikey jumps in, clapping his hands together. “I can blend with the best of them. Baby Blue, don’t tell me your favorite combo, I wanna guess—pineapple and banana?”

Blue blinks owlishly at him. Ellie chuckles and Angie says, “Ohmigosh, the parallels!” so Raph is assuming Mikey was right on the money, yet again. He’s gonna get a big head at this rate—a bigger head—and be impossible to live with.

Don returns at that point, shouldering his Mary Poppins bag off onto the sofa and pawing through it. “Can I see your hands?” he asks gently, offering his own to Angie.

“Oh, no, my hands are fine,” Angie says, flapping them. “They’re not cut or hurt or anything, April only wrapped them ‘cause they kept shaking and the pressure helped.” When Blue shoves far enough away from his siblings to crane around and look up at him in alarm, Angie hastens to add, “I just strained myself, that’s all! It’s like, uh, a torn muscle? In my soul? Dad made us all drink this gross mystic tea that’s s’posed to up our healing game, and he promised Pops that all my pain would go away in a few days.”

Blue stares at him for a second longer. If he’s anything like Leonardo, then he’s able to see right through any attempt at bullshitting him from like five miles away. Angie must be genuine, because after a tense moment, Blue relaxes back against Ellie’s plastron.

“Glad I missed the gross tea,” he announces.

“We saved you some,” Ellie replies shortly. He glances up, and starts at the way Donnie is waiting patiently beside them. “Oh, uh, I’m sorry! I think we’re okay, but you could look at Donnie’s shell, maybe.”

“No,” Othello says shortly.

“Dee—” Ellie begins, but Othello jerks his head sharply, and then glowers openly when Donnie settles down on the floor in front of him.

Raph’s not going to say it out loud or anything, but he’d feel better if Donatello kept his hands away from that kid. Out of biting distance, at least. Don doesn’t seem bothered by his little counterpart’s attitude in the slightest, smiling crookedly at him.

“You’re a softshell, right?” he says mildly. “Your carapace must be spiny and leathery, unlike your brothers’ armored scutes. Is that why you built the metal shell you’re wearing? For protection?”

“Eughh boy,” Angie mutters under his breath, torn between horror and a sort of morbid fascination.

Blue squeezes the hand that Othello is still holding, and Ellie’s arm around him flexes—they’re all clearly anticipating a violent reaction. Raph is taking his cues from them, his muscles tensing as he prepares himself for the act of flinging his immediate younger brother out of harm’s way.

Othello is staring at Don with unblinking gold eyes. They’re a perfect mirror of Blue’s, except there’s a gleam in Othello’s that puts Raph in mind of a deep sea creature lurking beneath an unsuspecting fishing vessel, ready at any moment to casually fuck up someone’s whole day.

“Is there a point to this line of questioning?” he asks in a dangerously blank tone.

“I just think it’s interesting,” Donnie replies, every bit as if he doesn’t sense the danger he’s in. “Yours is one of the most dangerous, aggressive species of turtle that exist in the wild, second only to snappers, but most people wouldn’t be able to tell as much just by looking at you. I’ll bet you’re underestimated pretty often.”

That earns him a blink at least. Othello’s brothers are all frozen, eyes darting back and forth between the two hyper-intelligent turtles like they’re following a tennis match.

Donnie’s smile widens. It’s warm, as always. If you didn’t know where to look, you wouldn’t be able to tell that it was sharp, too.

“I know a thing or two about that,” he admits easily, like it isn’t a painful truth to part with.

Don’s vicious little parallel self tilts his head a bit, considering him. Among the items Donnie has pulled out of his bag is the handheld sensor he modeled after the tricorder from Star Trek. Predictably, Othello’s eyes linger on it. Donnie agreeably offers it to him.

The whole thing reminds Raphael of the countless hours he’s spent with Mikey in countless dark alleys, winning feral cats over with morsels of food.  

Ellie, Angie and Blue all exhale in relief when Othello sets his phone down and takes the tricorder.

“My brothers and I are diamondback terrapins,” Don goes on. “You’d think that, by virtue of belonging to the same species, we’d have had an easier time understanding each other. But growing up, there were times I didn’t understand them at all.”

After a beat, Othello grudgingly engages him. “Human DNA complicates everything. Our genetic donor was equal parts martial arts superhero and an on-fire trainwreck of a man, so at least we come by our eccentricities honestly. But even if my dumb-dumb brothers were softshells like myself, they would still be their dumb-dumb selves, and I would still spend half my waking moments engaged in mortal combat with them at even the slightest provocation.”

“The Cain Instinct,” Angie supplies wisely.

“Indeed,” Othello agrees.

“I guess siblings are the same everywhere,” Donnie says with good humor. “That’s actually kind of a comfort.” He glances back at Othello and nonchalantly adds, “If you show me your shell, I can show you how the sensor works.”

The siren call of an unfamiliar gadget is enough. Othello finally lets go of Blue and extracts himself from Ellie’s hug to disengage his metal shell with a quiet hiss of hydraulics. He leans it against the front of the couch and hands the sensor to Donnie, turning his back to him expectantly and settling tailor-style with a white-knuckled grip on his own legs that betrays his nerves.

Blue plants his elbows on Elllie’s knee and props his chin in his hands so that he and Othello are eye-to-eye. He offers a stupidly charming smile. Othello says, “Get away from me, I’m busy.” Donnie snorts and activates the tricorder, narrating his every move.

A stunned Angie leans down to whisper at Ellie. “Dude, did you see that? Their Donatello just finessed our Dee. He made it look effortless. It took him like two minutes.”

“April is never going to believe this,” Ellie replies weakly.

“Speaking of April,” Blue asks of no one in particular, “how are we getting home?”

“Believe it or not, we jumped in face-first without an exit plan,” Othello says dryly. “We be we, et cetera, ad nauseam.”

“Um, in my defense, it’s really hard opening portals between dimensions, and I’m not even really sure how I did it the first time,” Angie says in a prickly tone. His mouth tugs into a frown, and he bites the inside of his lip, before he adds, “If I hadn’t thrown that chain around you before you disappeared, we might never have found you again, Leo.”

“In the immortal words of J Beiber, never say never,” Blue says immediately. He doesn’t lift his head or look away from the Donatellos, and Raph gets the feeling that the only thing keeping Othello from snapping at Donnie’s hands when they get too close is the knowledge that his brother is keeping an eye on things for him. “There’s nothing in this entire goddamn universe that you can’t do, Angelo, and that’s on god.”

“Jesus, Leo, language,” Ellie snaps. But Angie is smiling again, so Blue accomplished what he meant to.

Splinter, Mikey and Leo return at that point with plates of fresh food as well as reheated food from earlier, and Mike presents Blue his smoothie with a flourish. Othello is quick to scoot back around to press his carapace safely against Ellie’s side the moment Don is finished with his scan, and makes grabby hands at it to view the data for himself. Angie hops down from his perch to take his plate, beaming his thanks at Splinter.

“If I overheard you correctly, you don’t know how to get home?” Leonardo asks, passing food to Ellie with a worried line in his brow.  

This is the sort of thing that would strike absolute fear into Raph’s heart—stuck someplace he didn’t belong, without direction or an immediate next step to take—but the snapper digs into his eggs and only looks vaguely worried about his situation.

“Not really,” he says slowly. “And we may have promised Pops we wouldn’t do anything stupid, but—”

“But if he believed us, then that’s on him,” Othello says unapologetically.

“But,” Ellie stresses, “when the portal opened and we felt Leo’s ninpo on the other side, what other choice did we have? Besides, Mikey tossed them a line before we jumped in.”

Humming around the big bite of omelet he just scooped into his mouth, Angie lifts a hand and makes a grabbing motion in thin-air. Chains materialize in his grip, the same burning gold links that had held onto Blue so tightly.

The length of chain is taught, as if the other end is anchored onto something, keeping the young turtles moored to their place in the unknowable vastness of the universe. Wherever they go, they’ll be able to follow that glowing lifeline back home eventually.

Angie lets it go after a moment and it vanishes. But Raph knows it’s still there, even if they can’t see it anymore.

“We’re not alone,” Ellie explains, as if just that says all it needs to say.

Blue settles back, sipping his smoothie through the pink metal straw Mikey thoughtfully provided. None of the fear or uncertainty that he woke up with has stuck around. He’s listening to his brothers talk without hopping into the conversation anymore, and each time he blinks his eyelids get a little heavier.

God, Raph thinks, these kids could make themselves at home anywhere as long as they were there together.

It’s that, more than anything, that Raphael recognizes innately. Their different species and personalities and abilities aside, they’re the exact same breed as Raph and his family in the ways that really matter, in the heart and soul and marrow of the thing.

Plates are scraped clean, and conversation is beginning to stall, starting again in fits and then petering out again. Blue is fast asleep by the time his brothers are nodding off. Leonardo is still talking in a low, level tone, a tried and true tactic to lull stubborn little brothers to sleep that he perfected when he was ten years old. Like clockwork, Ellie shifts to lie flat on his plastron, and Angie and Othello follow him down into a comfy-looking turtle pile. Blue turns onto his side without waking to take the pressure off his cracked carapace and tucks his beak under Othello’s outstretched arm with a content sigh.

“Finally,” Mikey whispers, blue eyes soft.

Splinter picks the massive homemade blanket off the back of the sofa and unfolds it with a gentle shake. It’s a multicolored mess of mismatched squares, a gift from April nearly a decade ago when she was going through a quilting phase, and a family favorite. Over the years it’s been worn to unbelievable softness, and it has kept Raph warm through even the coldest winter nights in the underground.

It’s big enough to cover their guests entirely. One of them makes a sleepy subvocal noise that’s echoed immediately by three others, and it makes Donnie huff out a fond, amused breath from where he’s silently gathering the pieces of the tricorder that he had gamely allowed his mad scientist counterpart to dissect. Raph helps Leonardo pick up the empty plates and Mikey turns the TV on, volume so low it’s almost inaudible, so the kids won’t wake up in total darkness and silence.

They never outright said what happened to them, what they lived through that left those brutal marks on their bodies, and wrenched Blue away from his siblings, and made them afraid to go more than an arm’s length away from each other. Concern weighs heavy in Splinter’s eyes, echoed in Leonardo’s—obvious in the way Donnie and Mikey find reasons to linger in the room—and hell, Raph’s worried, too.

But for now, they’re safe to sleep and heal. Anything that might want to hurt them won’t be able to find them here. And even if it did, it’d have to go through Raph and his brothers first. That’s not much, but it’s not nothing.

In about four hours, give or take, a very pissed off young woman is going to metaphorically kick the door of Raphael’s dimension off its metaphorical hinges, rattling the entire fucking foundation of the place with the sheer force of her love and loyalty, fully ready to fight god to get her little brothers back. She’ll be backed up by a small army—as mismatched and messy as the quilt Raphael’s own sister made them once, made up of pieces that have no business belonging together that belong together anyway, effortlessly, endlessly, always.

None of them will be immediately familiar, but Raph will still know who they are. Some things really are universal.

Family, he’s learned, is one of them.

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #tmnt 2k3 #hamato raphael #hamato leonardo #hamato donatello #hamato michelangelo #ratdad #my writing #tmnt fic #reduxi: the rise remix

[anikasheep]

Pre-Period cuddle

Warnings: AFAB!MC, English is not my first language and it's not beta read, don't like don't read.

Anyway, I picture that Devildom is colder than the human world.

And your temperature lower when your period near, you would be more clingy and want some warm physical touch.

At first, you're only buy some plushie to help yourself through the process.

But, since you started adjusting Devildom and familia with those brothers. You started to indulge yourself.

Actually, you and Mammon just THAT close that you can't even wait until you leave the RAD.

You rash on the road, spotted Mammon and Levi bicking with each other again.

And you hug your first demon from behind, your arms snake around his waist and hooked your fingers so he can't struggle out.

"O..Oi! Human! I told ya several times, aren't you listening at all? Don't just hug me so suddenly, you're just gonna freak me out!"

"Sowwy Mammon, I just want to cuddle with you."

You nuzzle your head into his back and giggled when Mammon didn't flinch away.

Mammon pet your head and sighed.

"There there, ya just can't stop yourself, don't ya? Ha...I would indulge you this time since I am THE GREAT MAMMON!"

"Thank you Mammon... You're so warm and I luw your fragrance..."

Your mumble made the Avatar of Greed blushed harder, he didn't say anything, just hold you and down the staors.

"Normie..." Levi shook his head and stormed behind you two.

This giant teddy bear welcomes your cuddle at ANYTIME AND ANYWHERE!!

You started to feel the pain in your lower abdomen and the most private spot.

And the strong wind in RAD made you more uncomfortable.

"Beel!" You called him while you ran into him and buried your face into his chest.

Yiu sighed and nuzzled in the heaven of the warm.

Beel's hand cupped and ruffled your hair instinctively.

"What's wrong, MC? Are you hungry?"

"No...just cold and wanna cuddle with you."

Beel hummed, the next moment, you found you were lifted up, Beel's left arm supported you and his left hand brushed your inner knees when he kept walking.

You lay your head against his chest, your arms around his neck.

"Then we cuddle, MC. You can sleep when you are tired, I will carry you."

His soft voice and warmth lured you into the depth of peaceful darkness.

It's rare for you to sleep in the meeting.

But you couldn't help yourself, you just felt drowsy and tired.

The meeting was like usual ones, Satan was the one suggested, Mammon would complain that they always adopt his idea, Beel would listen while eating, Asmo and Levi would be busy with their D.D.D and Levi would ask if he can leave the meeting early, Belphie would just sleeping through the whole meeting.

Normally, you'd be the one to help Lucifer put his younger brothers into their places, but today...

You could barely hear what they were discussing. Those voices were some kind of lullaby to you, you felt safe, and hard to resist the invitation of the Sleeping.

You chose to close your eyes for several seconds.

The lack of your cheerful and soothing voice earned Lucifer and Diavolo's attention. The Avatar of Pride found that you were dozing off, he frowned cause he knew you must be too tired to keep awake for some reason. And you went to bed early last night so it's not the case of enjoying your night and now no energy. But if Diavolo can't stand this and if he wants to let Barbatos 'take care' all of you... Lucifer peered at the prince, he found that Diavolo was admiring your sleeping face. His face might still be serious, but Lucifer could see Diavolo had hearts and sparkles of adoration in his golden eyes. Mammon probably noticed that the human had dared to fall asleep in a bunch of demons, he lowered his volume. Belphie shared his pillow with you, he patted your head softly and kissed your hair. Then he snuggled the other half of the pillow before he napped again. "Should we wake MC up?" Asmo whispered Diavolo waved his head. "Well, I think it's better to let them sleep longer, can you bring my coat and cover on MC please, Barbatos." "Understand, my lord." The dark red LARGE coat from Diavolo covered your whole body, then you hummed and nuzzled under the silky fabric. Asmo snapped several pictures and whispered-yelled "Awww, they're so adorable when they sleep!" Lucifer sighed though his stares softened when they landed on the sweet yet innocent lamb just showed their weekness to the dense of the beasts. "Wake them up after 15 minutes, and keep your voice down." The brothers all nodded in silence.

BONUS

When you wake up, you realize that you're carried by someone.

The spicy yet comfortable fragrance scent and the raven black hair already tell you who is carrying you.

"Lucifer...?"

You mumble his name, try to blink those sleepnesses away.

"We nearly got home, MC. You don't have to step down right now."

"...Sorry, I slept through the meeting."

"Did you sleep well?"

The firstborn didn't change his tender tone, so you assumed that he was not angry about this accident. Still, you told yourself that you won't let this happen again.

Lucifer's kindness isn't unlimited and can't be taken for granted..

"Diavolo enjoyed this small accident, and you're not being well, do you, MC?"

You nodded, the warmth from Lucifer easing the pain in your abdomen, and you swallowed your embarrassment and shyness.

"Yeah...my period is supposed to visit me this week, and the natural biological system costs me more energy to deal with..."

"To deal with... what?"

Now you feel the heat on your cheeks from your neck.

"The blood and nutritious for the baby... when the female human doesn't impregnate, her body would refresh those old blood and send it out of the body. "

Lucifer didn't say anything, his steps were unstable for a second but became normal quickly.

He put you down when you stand in front of the House of Lamentation. You thank him and ghost to your room quickly.

"Well, I think it's time to regain that knowledge about female human physiology and how to take care of them when they are in period."

Lucifer murmured to himself.

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[buckyownsmylife]

Finding You #19 - Ari Levinson smut

The one where Ari gets his rut

When you end up being transformed into an omega without any understanding of what it entails, five Alphas find themselves responsible for your well-being. Guess it’s only expected you’d take care of them too, huh?

For general warnings and author’s notes, please go to the fic’s masterlist.

A/N: The next chapter is ready but won’t be posted for a while. It’s more of a drabble than a proper chapter, but I don’t want to hear no one complaining! I’m still recovering and it’s the best I could do.

Ari’s P.O.V.

“Come here, ‘mega.” She patted her way towards me, cute little smile on her face that made me just want to squish her - so that’s precisely what I did. “God, you’re adorable.” Her giggles were interrupted by Ransom’s dry heave, but before I could send him a warning look, our omega started to openly laugh, and how could I be angry with my youngest brother when he had provoked the most beautiful sight I had ever seen?

Glancing at him briefly, I found his grin mirroring my own, his own gaze on the girl before us, even as she settled on my lap, rubbing her ass against my dick in an effort to become more comfortable.

“Good girl.” I buried my nose on that spot behind her ear, the one that tickled her, but from where emanated so much of her perfect scent, I just couldn’t ignore it. Even as she tried to scoot away, her arms never released my shoulders, and it had me chuckling lowly as I grabbed her hips and made sure she’d remain with her body glued to my own.

“Stay.” Just as she obeyed me, melting against my hard chest as I hugged her to me, my vision darkened, a hot, fiery sensation burning inside my veins and warming me up so suddenly, it had me panting.

I knew this feeling, I realized it. I knew what it meant. But shit, it had never been this powerful before.

Then again, I’d never had an omega before.

Dirty, improper thoughts took over my brain, each nastier than the one before, and I knew my grip on her hips was tightening even before I heard her gasp. My body acted of its own accord, my nose leaving the shell of her ear in search of that juncture between her neck and shoulder, and I nuzzled it eagerly, a low whine leaving my chest and capturing my brother’s attention. 

“Ari?” Frank called out for my attention, straightening up on his side of the couch and leaning towards us. “Are you…?” He didn’t have to finish the question, I was already nodding. But I didn’t pull away from my soft omega’s body, instead pulling her even tighter against me, making sure that with every movement of her hips, as she tried to turn around and stare at me, her ass rubbed against my dick.

“What’s wrong?” She questioned, clearly worried, and it only had me falling deeper into my rut, bringing my neediness into that edge of aggressiveness I was trying so hard to pull back from. “Are you okay?”

Around us, my siblings were already beginning to scatter. Steve and Andy left towards the garage, undoubtedly determined to work on something loud enough to overpower the noised I’d be making throughout the day, while Ransom and Frank escaped towards the garden, but not before making sure she knew everything would be okay.

“You take care of Ari, alright, sweetheart?” The youngest in our pack smiled down at her, although from a safe distance. “He needs you.” I saw her frown as she pulled on her fingers, seemingly not knowing what to do.

“What should I do?” The laughter that escaped Andy startled her, and it had Frank’s lips twisting up in amusement, too.

“Anything he wants,” Andy proposed, and that had a growl of hunger escaping me, making her eyes grow twice their usual size in shock. As much as that was precisely what I wanted, I knew it’d be impossible for me to enjoy it - or even get close to her - if she was terrified of me.

The look I sent my younger brother must have made him realize his mistake because he rushed to explain it, “I mean, not in that sense. Well, yes, in that sense - but you should only do what you feel comfortable doing.”

If I were in a better mindset, I might have been able to laugh at this situation, how my usually smooth brother was racking his own brain trying to come up with a way to explain to our omega that I was about to get into a rut, and would need her terribly and hungrily for the next 48 hours.

“He just can’t be alone right now,” he settled on saying at least, already grabbing his coat as he followed suit the same path our other brothers had walked down, in the direction of the neighboring town. “He needs you, ‘mega. Be a good girl for him, hm?”

He didn’t need to ask her. We both knew she’d be the best little kitten, and she did too.

The second the door closed behind Andy, her body tensed, suddenly realizing just how deranged I was. I knew I didn’t look quite like myself. Sweat had started to pour out of my body, my heart beat picking up over nothing but my growing arousal, and it had me panting only to inhale even more of her sweet scent into my lungs.

But she was still on edge, and that’s not how I wanted this to go.

“I’m needy, sweetheart.” Keeping my voice low, I slowly shortened the distance between us, crossing the living room until I was standing right behind her, towering over her smaller frame. I wrapped an arm around her body, pressing her back against me so she’d feel how fucking hard I was already. “’M needy for you.”

She started panting too, body losing its rigidity right when I began to lose control of how my own behaved. My hands traveled up to grab her breasts, rubbing her nipples over the fabric as I nuzzled at her scenting gland.

“There’s only one way I can get better…” I didn’t need to explain it, so I let my body do the talking. Ripping her clothes in a single, forceful movement, I pushed her down on the carpet, following close behind as I knelt between her legs. 

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“Yeah, just like that…” Trembling from head to toe, I tried my very best to keep myself upright in the way Ari had positioned me: on my hands and knees, pussy exposed for him to take in.

I had no doubt that he would. I’d been through this before with his brothers - once, three of them had their ‘ruts’ at the same time - and after it was over, I couldn’t walk for a whole week.

The weirdest part, however, was that I kinda loved it. Being desired to this extent - not to mention fucked so roughly pleasure and pain mixed to an impressive degree - made me hornier than ever, and the way my wetness dripped down my inner thighs was certainly noticed by Ari.

“Such a little whore,” he mocked me as I rubbed my thighs together in an effort to keep patient. “You want my cock, don’t you? No, even better: you need it.” I did. “Tell me. Tell me you want my big cock stretching out all of your little holes, and I’ll give you what you want.”

He needed this just as much as I did, but I understood the power dynamics all too well. He wanted to make sure I submitted to his desires and intentions - that’s why they all placed me in this position once the rut hit. Andy called it “presenting” and the name made sense to me: it was the last step of a union based on sex, in my mind - the moment I succumbed completely to their needs and desires because I felt them as my own.

“Please, Alpha…” The title left my lips easily, just as the last of my rational thought bid adieu so I could focus completely on him and in the way his hands ran down my back, only to spread my ass cheeks to his view. “Please, fuck me. I need you so badly…”

A sharp inhale preceded the spank I got - there was no doubt about the mark that would appear in the following days, but at that moment all that mattered to me was getting his dick inside of me. 

Thankfully, he didn’t leave me waiting much longer. I felt the head of his cock rubbing against my cunt, and just as I sighed in relief, he shoved himself all the way in. “There you go…” His voice was low, even raspy as he massaged my hips and waited for me to adjust to his girth. “Such a good little omega, taking everything your Alphas give you…”

Falling onto my forearms, I wanted to scream at him to start fucking me, but I couldn’t speak. Feeling connected to him felt even more magical, probably because of the hormones associated with Alpha’s ruts. 

“Wanna know a secret?” He pulled me up again with a hand over my neck. Breathing against the shell of my ear, he explained: “You’re never leaving us, princess. You’ll be our whore forever.”

A moan left me in response, and he just chuckled - almost meanly, definitely full of himself. He deserved to be. I was all over the place, and that was before he even started to actually fuck me.

Alphas ruts were relentless. I shouldn’t have been surprised that Ari’s first one back home was beyond that. He fucked me three times on the rug, before deciding it wasn’t enough and that he needed to claim me as his in his own bed, too.

I hadn’t been there before. Ever since Ari arrived, we’d all been sleeping in the biggest bed in the house - Steve’s, originally, but I couldn’t remember the last time he’d been the only one sleeping there.

I’d started to think of his bed as ours, as in mine and all of the brother’s. It smelled like us and it made me feel safe as nothing else. But they still had their own bedroom, just like I had mine, and it wasn’t unusual for them to want to spend some time in their own space, especially when experiencing a rut.

“Just like that, princess.” He guided my hips to ride him, and I held on the cries of pleasure that threatened to break free. It felt too good - his dick felt too good inside of me, stretching me good for his knot every time he came.

By now I was a mess in more ways than one. Cum dripped from me, slathering the insides of my thighs and staining the bed sheets, but none of us cared. All that mattered was the rhythmic give and take of our hips, dancing together to a symphony only we could hear.

At some point, I started crying. It was that delicious pain, that mixture of pleasure and hurt that got to me, making me sob against the pillow as Ari railed me from behind. “It’s okay, little ‘mega,” he tried to console me. “Don’t cry, it’s almost over.” His thrusts became slower, the rolls of his hips punctuating each word from his lips. “Your Alpha will take good care of you. We’ll always take care of you.”

I didn’t bother to tell him that I knew. The love I could hear from his every word just made my sobs louder, and at some point, I hear the door open as we still fucked. Ari’s growl kept them from coming in - no one should come between an Alpha and his Omega during a hut, I’d learned that by now - but from their spot in the threshold, I heard them asking, “Aren’t you hurting her?”

It was Ransom, and I could hear from his tone how hard he was struggling to hold back and let Ari do his thing. “Don’t worry,” the Alpha inside of me said to his little brother, “she can handle me.”

I didn’t hear the door close after that, and the feeling of being observed grew bigger. Forcing myself to pry my eyes open, I found Ransom and Andy standing there, just silently watching me get railed by their older brother.

The hunger in Andy’s eyes was the last thing I remember seeing before I passed out.

#finding you #ari levinson smut #ari levinson #smut #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson reader #ari levinson reader smut #ari levinson reader insert #ari levinson reader inserts #ari levinson fanfiction #ari levinson fanfic #ari levinson fic

[missjuno]

⋆୨୧ ₊ﾟ ice palace ⊹ɞ ↴

⤷ kaeya alberich x albedo kreideprinz x gn! reader

wc: 1.3k

a/n: if you couldn't tell this is a polymorous relationship fic with the pairing kaebedo (kaeya x albedo) and a reader insert. this is my first time writing a poly fic so please forgive me if it's not the best and if you aren't comfortable with polymorous relationships please scroll! thank you have a great day!!

One knock.. Two knocks.. Three knocks..

“My love, may I come in?” you call out to your lover as you stand in front of his office door.

“Yes hun it’s open” with his reply you twist the door knob and the familiar musky scent of his cologne hits your nostrils. You walk up to Kaeya who sits behind his desk doing paperwork that he was assigned to. “How are you doing my love?” you ask as you take a loose strand of his hair and tuck it behind his ear.

“Since I took a day off for the 25th I have more work to compensate for my leave.” he sighs looking around at the untouched pile of papers. “What about you darling?”

“I finished with mine, I’ve planned ahead and just finished my last set of papers earlier and handed it to Jean to sign.” you tell him as you find your way to sit on his lap. “I think Bedo has already finished since he’s already at Dragonspine.”

Kaeya lets out a humm as he buries his head into the crook of your neck inhaling your soft scent. “You should finish though since I plan on surprising Bedo at the camp. He thinks I won't finish till tomorrow. Unless you want me to surprise him alone..” you let out a sarcastic sigh as he explains.

“No no noooo I want to be able to spend time with the both of you as well!” he whines like a little kid whilst hugging your waist tighter than before.

“Well then get to work Alberich.” you tell him but he’s quick to reply “I would be doing work if you weren't such a distraction” he remarked with sas. You get off of his lap to which he whines more not wanting to do anymore work.

“Which is why I’ll be leaving to find Klee while you finish whatever work you need to.” you kiss his forehead and then his lips. You bid your farewells and left his office to spend time with your lover's sister.

･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.

Kaeya stretches his arms as he walks down the stairs of the favonious headquarters knocking on the acting grandmasters office to drop off his finished paperworks, once done he goes back to his office to grab his stuff before he leaves.

Once again descending the stairs he hears the soft laughter of his lover and the loud yet adorable laugh of the cute elven. He opens the door of the room where the laughter can be heard and he sees Klee laying down on the floor while ____ braids the young girl's hair while she tells her a story.

A small smile made its way to Kaeya’s tired face but as much as he doesn’t want to disturb their adorable moment they have to go meet Albedo in Dragonspine so he knocks on the already open door to make them aware of his presence. The two look at him and Klee jumps up from the floor to hug the blue haired captain. “Mr. Kaeya!!”

“Well hello there Klee, you’ve missed me that much?” he lets out a laugh as he pats the little girl on the head. “But Klee, we should head off to go see your brother, would you like to come along?” the little girl nods her head vigorously. Kaeya laughs at her energy at this time of the night but he picks her up and he looks at you and asks, “You ready to go my love?” you smile at him to answer his question and you pick up your bag from the ground and you walk to him to grab his hand and off the three of you go to Dragonspine.

･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.

“Hey Klee sweetie are you cold? Come here I’ll warm you up so Kaeya can rest his arms from carrying you too.” you take Klee in your arms as she snuggles deeper into your coat. Both you and Kaeya continue to walk with the cold air of Dragonspine hitting your flush skins, you both bear with the cold and proceed to climb the snowy path.

It took a while but you now reached your lover's camp and there he was sitting by his desk examining the liquid in a test tube as he took down notes. You stop to admire the beauty the man holds so Klee was the first to move from your group to greet her brother.

“Albedo!!” She ran to hug her brother who had a shocked expression plastered on his face as three of his most favourite people appeared before him.

“Oh why hello to you too Klee” the chalk boy hygge the little girl back as he stands up with Klee still in his arms.

“I’ve missed you Albedo..” Klee mumbles as her voice shrunk but quickly shakes her head and hugged her brother tighter.

Albedo lets out a laugh and he replies “I’ve missed you too Klee.. so much..” They talked for a good while but it didn’t take long for the little fella to doze off since it was pretty late. You move to pick Klee up while Albedo stores his experiments away in a safer place so that Klee doesn’t accidentally knock one out in her sleep.

Once you’ve all tucked her in you finally have the chance to spend time with each other. You walk up to Albedo and hug his back and Kaeya soon joins you guys by hugging Albedo from the front. You three spent a moment in silence just loving the feeling of being within each other's reach. It's been a while since you’ve done this, all the work has been keeping all of you busy.

“I miss you guys, it feels like ages when we’re apart..” you mumble into your lover's back snuggling closer to him.

“God, I miss you both so much it felt weird not being with the two of you for so long. With ___’s travels, Kaeya’s captain duties, my chief alchemist stuff, we’ve all been busty during this past month.”

You notice how Albedo’s grip on Kaeya’s waist seems to tighten just a bit. So you move away from his back to get a clearer view of his face just enough to notice the droplets of tears that fall from his bright teal eyes.

“Awwh hun no need to be so glum now, we’re here and that’s all that matters.” You move some stray front hairs away from his pale face and you give him a small closed eyed smile.

You move forward and give Albedo a small kiss on the lips and you turn to give your other lover one as well and you also notice how he seems to be tearing up as well.

“Awwh darling you big baby come here, we missed you too!” You grab his face and pepper his face with a lot of kisses and finally your lips find his.

“I thought I’d be spending this Christmas alone but I’ve been proven wrong since I have three of the most precious people in my life right here with me. Even in the cold air of Dragonspine it feels warm because of you three.” stated Albedo.

“I just have to say that I must be the luckiest man to be able to call the two of you mine.” Kaeya expressed kissing Albedo’s forehead and then yours.

The three of you share an embrace never wanting to let go, the feeling of warmth that they provide feels safe, as if nothing would ever get in the way of you three. I mean you have known each other ever since you were in Khaenri’ah, you’ve been there for each other since the beginning and will be together until the end.

“If possible I would like to wrap my arms around you both forever and bask in your warmth. I love you both.” you whisper in a soft tone not wanting to disturb the little girl in her sleep. I love you’s were replied and some kisses here and there being with the two males surely made you the happiest. This year's Christmas will surely be well spent.

hiii lovelies!! it's been a long time since my last post in this blog, i haven't gotten any motivation and time to write here because of my school schedule but during christmas break i've gotten some inspiration lately!! i hope you have a merry christmas a jolly hanukkah or just an amazing day if you don't celebrate any holidays!! i'm sorry for the lack of posts and i feel like my skills have dried out since then but i hope this is alright, let my love for this ship riseee!!

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[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

Hiiiiii I love your blog <33

I'm very soft for Otto and peter 1 at the moment so maybe them with "where are you going in such a hurry? :)"

(😶 I haven't written these two together yet??!! Thank you Anon! ❤️ I hope you enjoy this :) PS: the nickname Papa was what we called my grandfather and I thought it would be fitting for Otto ❤️)

"Where are you going in such a hurry? :)"

Peter 1 scooted back across the floor, a grin beaming on his face. "Noho whehere."

"Really?" Otto took another step forward. "Cause it almost seems like you're trying to get away from me."

The youngest Spiderman giggled into his knees.

A smile tugged at corners of Otto's mouth. "And now you're trying to hide from me? What have I done to deserve such treatment?"

"Uhum . . ."

Do you want us to get him father.

No Moe, I'll take it from here.

A squeal left One's mouth as Otto scooped him up. "Now you can't hide that face from me young man."

In response, Peter 1 buried his face in Otto's shoulder.

"Sneak." Otto cooed as he wiggled a finger into One's neck.

"Eeep!"

The older scientist smiled at One's now revealed face. "I found you."

Suddenly, One smirked before he reburied his face into Otto's shoulder.

"Uh-oh, Three warned me about this game." The older scientist scooted closer to the couch. "I hope I don't have to find you again."

The younger Spiderman kept himself firmly hidden in Otto's shoulder. Otto was almost tempted to let him stay there because he was too adorable to move. However, Otto was in a tickle monster mood, and he really wanted to hear the youngest giggle.

"You have one more chance young man, or I'm going to find you."

One snuggled in more. "Noho!"

"Well, I gave you your chance." The older scientist leaned forward. "Now here comes the tickle monster."

The next instant, Otto tipped One back and began to nuzzle into his neck.

"EEEEHEHE!"

"Ah-ha! I found you."

"Yohou cheheated!"

"No, I played fair and square." The youngest squeaked as he was gently dropped on to the couch. "But I had to come and find you."

"Wahait!"

"No can do little one. The tickle monster warned you." Otto settled himself next to Peter 1 and leaned in close. "Now he gets to tickle you."

Otto nuzzled into the other side One's neck.

"EEE! OHOTTOHO!"

"Aww, it's like a little squeal switch. Fascinating."

One snorted.

Otto couldn't hide the grin on his face. His heart softened at the sight of the youngest. He looked exactly like a mini version of his brother. "How are you three all so cute huh? I just can't understand it."

Peter 1 playfully pushed at Otto. "Nahat cuhute."

A chuckle escaped the older scientist. Otto gently grabbed Peter 1's wrists and pinned them to his chest. "But you are. You all are absolutely precious to me."

At this point, One was a blushy giggly mess under Otto. He looked so much younger in his giggly state with his curls sprawled all over the place, his nose all scrunched up, and the biggest grin Otto had ever seen on his face.

"Well look at you." Otto lifted his hand to brush a finger across One's cheek. "In all my years of scientific discovery, you three have been my favorite."

An actuator whined.

"Oh don't be jealous Larry! I love you four just as much."

The youngest Spiderman giggled adorably at Otto's conversation.

Otto was grinning as well. "But for now, I'm going to tickle this little one some more."

"Ohokay!"

The older scientist chuckled. "Aww, someone's eager."

One nodded. Otto couldn't stop his heart from melting at the sight. He leaned forward and peppered some kisses into Peter 1's face, causing him to squeak and giggle even more.

Otto beamed at him. "You are too precious Peter Parker."

The older scientist then went back to nuzzling the youngest neck. Peter 1 squealed again and wiggled in Otto's hold.

A light bulb clicked on in Otto's mind. "You know what I've never tried with you three? Two's speciality."

One's eyes popped open. "Oho noho!

The next instant, Otto bent down to the youngest's stomach and blew a raspberry into Peter 1's stomach. It wasn't the best, but it was effective enough to make a squeal erupt from One's mouth.

Don't eat him father!

I'm not eating him Moe. It's called a raspberry.

A raspberry?

Yes, I'm just not the best at them.

"Sorry my raspberries aren't the best." Otto apologized.

"Theheyre nohot bahad." One soothed. "Ihits lehess kihissy lihips ahand haharder blohows."

"Really?"

"Yeheah . . . W-wohould yohou lihike toho prahactice?"

Otto's eye brows shot up. "I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

Peter 1 shook his head. "Yohou wohont. Rahaspbeherries ahare fuhun!"

"Well . . . It would be fun to try."

One lifted his shirt up more. "Ihi truhust yohou Ohotto."

The older scientist softened. He really did have the most precious boys. Otto leaned forward and tried the techniques One suggested to make the raspberry more tickly. Another squeal came out before a snort slipped out.

"Hohow was that?"

"Behetter! Ihit juhust tahakes prahactice."

Otto chuckled. "Wehell, I have the sweetest little test subject to help me."

Now, One was a blushy mess. "Hahappy toho doho ihit. . . Hehey, tryhy shahaking yohour hehead."

Confusedly, Otto shook his head at the youngest.

This made One laugh. "Noho! Whehen yohou blohow aha rahaspbeherry."

The older scientist grinned. "Ahh, I see."

Repeating the same process as before, Otto blew another raspberry into One's tummy while shaking his head. One squealed even louder than before.

The older scientist lifted his head. "Better?"

Peter 1 nodded. "Again?"

Otto lifted his eyebrows in surprise. "You want more?"

One nodded and settled into a more comfortable position.

"Are you sure?"

"Again! Again!"

"Uh-uh-uh, what do we say when we want something."

The youngest blushed. "Please?"

Otto smiled. "Thank you for using your manners. I'd be happy too."

Peter 1 let Otto practice his raspberries for a while. When he'd had his fill, he tapped the back of Otto's head to get him to stop.

The older scientist lifted his head. "Has your tummy had enough?"

The youngest Spiderman nodded before making grabby hands at Otto.

"Aww," Otto cooed and scooped the youngest into his lap. "Come here little one."

Once settled in place, One curled into Otto's hold. "I love you Papa."

Otto felt One tense against his chest.

He soothed the young teen in his arms. "I love you too little one."

The youngest Spiderman grinned before snuggling back into place.

And Otto loved every moment of it.

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