#it isn’t true. at least not for my mama. but i know he meant it anyway

[juiles]

I’m always by your side.

Summary: here is the idea! I hope you like it!!

Type: all fluff

Triggers: small mention of a panic attack but nothing else.

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Y/N pov

I woke up this morning with a pounding headache and coughing. I knew what that meant. The stupid cold that had gone through my class finally made it to me. I couldn’t be sick though. I had to write a test at school this morning then head to set with mama to shoot a short scene.

I’m in the newest marvel movie playing mama’s daughter in a different universe. I had to audition just like the rest of the kids but most of my classmates think i only got it because of who my mom was which isn’t true.

I sat up in my bed rubbing my eyes trying to will myself to feel better at this exact moment. I felt a tickle in my nose and quickly stifled a sneeze into my arm groaning. Mama is gonna find out. I know she is but i can at least try and hide it. She wouldn’t let a cold stop her from going to set or writing a test so i pull myself out of my bed and to my bathroom.

I decided a shower would be perfect so i turned it on and quickly got in. I didn’t even have the energy to wash my hair so instead I pulled it up into a bun and washed my body before standing under the scalding water for a while until i heard mama knock on my door to tell me it’s time to get out.

I trudged through the rest of my morning routine, getting changed, brushing my teeth, packing my bag. I even put a little makeup on to make myself look better as i looked like death. I finally found myself downstairs staring at a bowl of oatmeal mom had made for me.

“Eat up babe. You’ll be late for your test.” Mum said as she wandered around collecting the odds and ends she needed for the day. “Don’t forget, Robbie is picking you up at 11:30 to be on set for 12. When you get there come straight to my trailer or Scarlett’s.”

“I know mama…” I muttered wincing at how scratchy my voice was. I saw mom freeze and turn in her door to eye me up.

“You okay lovely?” She asked making her way over to me, i quickly flinched away and jumped off the stool.

“I’m fine. Just haven’t used my voice yet.” I lied and she seemed to believe it as she hummed and grabbed her purse.

“Let’s go!” I shoved my packed lunch in my backpack and ran to the car climbing into the backseat buckling up. “Mamaaaaaa let’s gooooo. I’m gonna be laaaaaaaate.” I whined making her laugh as she threw her stuff in the trunk then climbed in the front and turned the car on.

“Okay monkey. You ready for the math test?” I nodded with a hum in response and we pulled out.

When we finally got to my school, i was feeling even worse than normal. My whole body felt shaky and I couldn’t seem to shake the feeling of overall meh. I had to stifle a few coughs and sneezes then before i got inside i let a few out knowing mom had driven away. By the time i got to math i was completely out of it. My mind was a fog and my whole body was covered in a layer of sweat. I wrote my test knowing that i probably failed and made my way outside after my name was called before climbing into Robbie’s car.

“Hey peanut.” He said with a soft smile that quickly faded when he saw me. “You feeling alright love?” I merely nodded before my head fell against the window and i fell asleep. The next thing i knew i was in my bed wrapped up in my big duvet, a familiar pair of arms wrapped around my waist.

I shifted to look up at mum who had a few tears on her face. “Hi mama…” I croaked out then winced at hearing how bad my voice was.

“Baby… why didn’t you say anything?” She asked pressing kisses all over my face.

Lizzie pov

I knew this morning that y/n was sick but i knew not to push her as she had been studying for this test for ages. I had emailed her teacher and told her that y/n would take the test but she would retake it at a later date as her anxiety would be through the roof from being sick. I also called the set and told them we both needed the next two days off and they understood.

When Robbie picked her up from school, which was two hours earlier than planned, not that she seemed to notice. He called me as she got into the car because she directly fell asleep as soon as she sat down.

“Hey Liz.” He whispered quietly through the phone as i set up my bedroom for the two of us for the next few days.

“Hey Robbie… how is she…?” I asked, my anxiety peaking through as my voice shook.

“She fell asleep the minute she got in the car. I’m on my way home now with her and the goods. How do you know she wouldn’t question the timing?” He asked.

“She is a fiesty anxiety driven thing. Her anxiety to finish this test would have caused her to spiral into a panic attack until she was able to take the test.” I said sitting on a stool in the kitchen waiting for them. He chuckled softly.

“She really is your kid huh?” I laughed at that softly.

“Yeah. She’s my mini me. I’m lucky to have her.” I said with a soft smile thinking of my little girl. That’s when i heard the car pull up and i hung my phone up and made my way to the front door to open it. Robbie carried y/n in, her arms and legs draped over his neck and waist as she slept in his arms. “Oh my poor baby…” I said coming around to take her in my arms. She wrapped herself around me like a koala in her sleep as i made my way up the stairs and to my room.

I pulled her duvet around her shivering body and wrapped my arms around her as she snuggled into me. I could feel how hot she was as she buried her face into my neck. I could feel a few tears escape my eyes before i felt her shuffle around in my arms before looking up at me through her big blue eyes that were hazed with a fever.

“Hi mama…” I watched her flinch at the sound of her voice.

“Baby… why didn’t you say anything?” I asked softly before feeling her small hand wipe the tears off my face. “You are burning up.” I quickly wipe her forehead with a cold wet cloth before planting a kiss on it. “It’s time to take some medicine.”

She nodded with a small whimper as she tried to bury herself farther into me. “I’m sorry mama… I’m sorry… i needed to write the test… i had to… but i failed… i’m sorry i failed mama…”

“Hey. None of that okay? Do you hear me? You are getting a chance to rewrite it next week and the scenes will be reshot next week.” I said smoothing her hair down a little as she whimpered into me. “You are sick baby. With a high fever. You need to work on yourself before your grades baby. You are way more important. Do you hear me?”

She shook her head sniffling as she buried into me more. “But you don’t let a cold stop you mama…”

“Oh baby i stop when my body is sick. You’ve seen me. A cold is more important to deal with than a stupid test.” She looked up at me with her bright eyes as i spooned some medicine into her mouth gently. She made a face swallowing it before her eyes started to flutter shut. I love you baby. More than words could say. You need to know that I am always by your side.”

#marvel imagine #avengers imagine #mcu imagine #elizabeth olsen #elizabeth olsen imagine #elizabeth olsen x teen!reader #elizabeth olsen x daughter!reader #lizzie olsen #elizabeth olsen x platonic!reader #celebrity imagines

[chromexheartsss]

THIRSTY

pairing : miles 1610 x black! fem! reader

genre: fluff? kinda idk

cw: n-word usage and making out

summary: in which a friends-with-benefits link up turns into something more

a/n: this is my first imagine/fanfic, so this probably isn’t gonna be perfect. The song doesn’t rlly have anything to do with the plot , I just needed a title name and I really love pnd. Will be mentioned in the fic tho , enjoy loves💗

[Name] and Miles have been messing around for a while now. It all started a few months ago when Miles wanted to take their friendship to a different level and be more than just friends. Since [name] wasn't ready for a relationship at the time, she agreed to be friends with benefits. Ever since then, they've had a no strings attached relationship. But miles wanted more.

it was a cool, Friday night, the sun slowly setting. [Name] was laying in her bed watching Netflix, when she soon heard her phone go off. She picked up her phone to see that Miles texted her, asking her to come over.

miles : hey, you busy?

[Name] : no , what’s up

miles : can i come over? I haven’t seen you in a few weeks , I miss you

[Name] : of course , I miss you too. text me when you get here

miles: aight, I’m otw ma.

once she read the last text from miles , she got up and went to her closet to change. She puts on a green sports bra and shorts set , while putting her hair in a ponytail

a few minutes later , miles texts her , letting her know that he’s outside

miles:I’m here ma , come outside.

[Name] : ok , I’m coming now

she quickly slips on her black bubble slides and grabs her phone , walking outside. Once she reaches his car , she opens the door and gets in.

“hey mama” he says , leaning over to kiss [Name] on the cheek. The song “thirsty” by partynextdoor playing softly in the background.

“hey. I haven’t seen you in a few weeks , what you been up to” [name] says , looking over at him. This was true. Miles has been distant from [name] for a few weeks now , no texting nor calling.

“yeah uhm..that’s hard to explain” he says , hesitant to tell her the truth.

“what you mean it’s hard to explain? you seeing someone else?” [name] says , now getting suspicious of him.

“no , no , that’s not what i meant. I just.. can I tell you something?” he asks , making eye contact with her

“of course , you know you can tell me anything”

“well…” he says , pausing his sentence. “I know we decided to keep our relationship status at friends with benefits , but I want something more than that. I want to be the nigga you wake up to everyday. I want to be able to love you the way you deserve to be loved. I want to be able to call you my girl” he says , remaining eye contact

“And yes , I know you’re probably still not ready to be in a relationship but..at least give us a try. I won’t rush you into anything if this isn’t want you want , I just wanted to tell you why I’ve been distant.”

[Name] stays silent for a few seconds , thinking about what he just said. She knew she felt the same way , and she knew that she wanted more than just friends with benefits.

“Miles..I understand what you’re saying , and I’m willing to give us a try”

Miles looks at her with a surprised expression on his face. He didn’t expect her to say yes , but he’s happy that she did.

“wait..you for real? You would really give me a chance?” he asks , now smiling at her

“Yeah , I’ve been thinking about it for a while now and I think I’m ready for a relationship”

without saying another word , he leans over and hugs her , wrapping his arms around her. She hugged back , enjoying his embrace.

“I’m glad to her that ma. I promise , you won’t regret it” he says, now pulling away from the hug , looking at her with lust in his eyes.

he caresses her face softly and pulls her into a kiss. The kiss starts off slow and sensual , but soon got heated. She wrapped her arms around his neck , deepening the kiss. His tongue softly grazed her lips , entering her mouth. His tongue explored every part of her as his hand slid down to her thigh. After a few minutes , they both pull away.

“I love you [name] , and i promise to be the best boyfriend you’ve ever had” he says , pulling her into another kiss

well..that’s not what [name] was expecting but , it was worth it.

*not proofread or spell checked*

a/n:hii , I hoped you enjoyed. I think I did pretty good for my first time. Just letting you know , I will not be active on here a lot in terms of writing. I’m just making these for fun , or when I get really bored and feel like writing. I will try to be active but since school is coming up , I won’t be active a lot in general. that’s all I had to say tho , until next time loves💗

*im not good at writing kiss scenes so the make out part won’t be the best*









#Spotify #miles x reader #miles morales #across the spiderverse #into the spider verse #black reader #miles x black reader

[duchesschameleon]

tying me to you

pairing: tom “iceman” kazansky/pete “maverick” mitchell

rating: g for everyone

warnings: implied/referenced canon character death

a/n: thanks @qvid-pro-qvo for the beta and @topgun-soulmates for organizing this challenge!

Thomas Kazansky and Pete Mitchell have known they are soulmates since the first time they saw each other in the mirror at six years old.

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Thomas Kazansky and Pete Mitchell are soulmates.

They haven’t always acknowledged or liked it, but it’s been true for a majority of their lives.

They’ve fought against it, ignored it, tried to break it, but fate has always brought them together. Their bond has always been strong, and only grown stronger since they first saw each other as young children.

——-

six years old

“Are you okay?”

Pete’s head snaps up, blue eyes meeting his. “Who are you?”

“I’m Thomas,” the blonde boy says, introducing himself. “I’m your soulmate I guess.”

“I’m Pete. And what do you mean ‘you guess’? You’re seeing me in a mirror, right? Mama says that’s how you know who your soulmate is.”

Thomas nods. Pete falls silent, feels his face falling again, remembers the news they’d received earlier.

“Pete, are you okay?” Tom asks again.

Pete sniffs and shrugs. “My daddy isn’t coming home,” he says softly.

Thomas’ mouth falls open in shock. “I’m sorry, Pete.”

Pete shrugs in response, still sniffling. “I gotta go, my mama’s calling me.”

“Ok. Bye, Pete.”

“Bye, Thomas.”

——-

That was a long time ago. Pete had treasured the memory at one point, the proof that he had a soulmate and there would always be at least one person who wouldn’t leave him. Couldn’t leave him, actually, considering fate had tied them together.

But believing in fate, believing in people - in Tom - got harder as Pete grew up. They didn’t see each other for a number of years, not even when Pete’s mom passed, and Pete thought that maybe he’d made the whole thing up and he really was alone. He told himself it meant nothing, that it didn’t hurt. It was better this way, because eventually Thomas would just end up being another person who leaves him.

Pete learned to control his emotions, to make sure he never had a moment of high, intense emotion that could pull Tom back to him, make him show up in the mirror again. He checked every mirror he walked by for the blonde haired boy who is his soulmate, double checking that he wasn’t there. Pete did everything he could to avoid seeing Tom again, he stopped thinking about his parents, closing the door on that grief that had brought them together the first time.

But, fate finds its ways. And nothing ever said it had to be sad emotions that brought soulmates together.

Adrenaline could work just fine.

And so as teenagers, Pete and Thomas saw each other again.

——

thirteen

“So, what was it this time?” a now-familiar voice calls out as Pete washes dirt and grime off his face.

He’s been seeing Tom more frequently the last few months, giving in to fate and letting himself hope again that his soulmate really is out there, and does care about him.

Pete feels his lips quirk up as he lifts his head to look into the mirror. To look at Tom.

But his smirk falls away into shock as he sees Tom in a suit and tie, some white fabric-wrap thing around his shoulders.

“What are you wearing?”

Tom rolls his eyes, a little fondly, and smiles softly at Pete. “It’s my bar mitzvah, remember? Praying in front of the congregation and joining the community as an adult?”

“Oh, right.” Pete blushes, embarrassed. He’d definitely forgotten that was today. “So, how did it go?”

“Pretty well, all things considered. I didn’t stumble too much and honestly, I’m just happy that parts over with. Now it’s just the fancy lunch with family.” Tom shrugged before taking a breath and raising an eyebrow at Pete. “Now, what happened to you this time?”

“Patrick Hughes bet me five dollars I couldn’t climb the tree at the park,” Pete says, his lips curling into a mischievous grin. “Made it up, and since he never specified I had to get down the same way I got up, I jumped about half-way down.”

“Pete,” Tom admonishes.

“Oh c’mon, I totally had it. I rolled on the landing and I’m fine.”

“You’re bleeding. You have scrapes and I’m sure bruises everywhere. And that cut on your forehead looks bad.”

Pete just shrugs. “Worth it.” Biting his lip, he says the next part softly, “Felt like I was flying for a second.”

———

Pete had always been reckless, and reckless behavior was usually accompanied by adrenaline. And so that was how he and Tom saw each other over the years. Pete would pull off some stunt, usually getting scraped up or hurt in the process, and then he’d get to tell Tom all about it as he cleaned up.

For a while, it worked. It was a good system. Things felt good between them.

Even if Pete didn’t see Tom after every reckless and stupid stunt, he saw him often enough to keep looking for new heights to fly from.

They talked about flying a lot, Pete mentioning wanting to fly like his dad did, join the Navy and go supersonic in a fighter jet, catapult off of aircraft carriers for a living. Tom mentioned it too, how he wanted to fly and how the Navy might just be the best way to do it. They talked about how they’d get there, how maybe they could both go to Annapolis and finally meet in person, not through a mirror.

But as always, fate just had to step in.

——

eighteen

“I don’t want to talk to you.”

“Pete, please - ”

“No.”

Tom sighs and rubs his head. He doesn’t know what to say, if he should say anything. Pete’s scowling, his eyebrows furrowed tightly.

“They don’t want me because I’m Duke Mitchell’s kid.”

It’s a whisper, so soft Tom barely hears it. But he does, and his heart sinks. He sighs again and looks at Pete.

“It’s not your fault, you know.” Pete shoots him an incredulous look, not believing his words. “That’s the Academy deciding to judge you based on a last name, and not who you actually are. They don’t know you, know how smart you are and how much you want to fly for them. They’re judging you and your application off of something that was out of your control and that you really had no part in. It’s unfair and ridiculous.”

Pete shrugs. “They don’t see it that way. They see I’m Duke Mitchell’s kid and want to do everything they can to keep me out of the skies and away from the Navy. They’ll never accept me.”

“So find a way to make them accept you.”

——

Pete did find a way. He got his degree, did NROTC, and got his commission, got to flight school. He’d see Tom occasionally, and they’d talk a little. But Pete kept the conversations short, still a little mad about Tom getting into Annapolis while the Navy tried every which way to make sure he didn’t wind up in one of their cockpits.

But flight school brought him Goose. And Pete felt a little less alone in the world.

Nick Bradshaw took one look at Pete, at his new pilot, and said, “Hey, you need anything, I’m here for you.”

And he delivers on that promise. Nick invites Pete over to his place a lot, tells him all about his fiancee Carole, and makes sure Pete isn’t alone for too long.

And then Carole comes to visit. She immediately folds her arms around Pete and welcomes him to the family.

It’s nice, feeling loved and wanted again.

It makes Pete yearn for Tom, for that familiar feeling of being loved and wanted. Carole and Nick are soulmates, had found each other when they were younger and from then on out refused to be without one another.

“She’s my soulmate, you know?” Nick says over lunch one day. “I’d see her in the mirror and just…know it was meant to be. That she’d be in my life for a long, long time. And then I met her and, yeah. Rest is history. I knew she was the one and that I’d do anything for her.”

Pete thinks about Tom, about the last few times he’s caught a glimpse of the other man in the mirror. It’s been comforting to see him again, the conversations they sneak in when they get the bathroom to themselves. It’s hard to find that time, living in barracks and keeping their bond a secret.

And then there’s the fact that Tom wears his Academy ring constantly, reminding Pete of what he didn’t get to do. It continues to sting, to dig at Pete and it gets to him. Makes him snap at Tom, makes him want to break their bond, if such a thing was possible. It’s a hum of irritation that lives under Pete’s skin and pushes him to test the limits.

It gets him in trouble. Him and Goose. They wind up getting sent all over the place, and Tom sighs each time he catches wind of Pete’s antics and new assignments.

And then there’s Penny Benjamin.

——

twenty three

“What the hell did you do this time?”

Pete grimaces, not entirely proud of the answer to the question, but he doesn’t regret what he did either.

“I flirted with Penny Benjamin. And may have gotten caught by her father.”

“You’re being sent to a carrier because you flirted with Admiral Benjamin’s daughter?”

“Goose and I got reassigned because the Navy needs us on that carrier."

“Bullshit, Pete.”

“It’s Maverick,” Pete shoots back, chin up, challenging Tom.

He knows he’s being an ass. He knows he was stupid with Penny, getting caught with her, sneaking her back to the house with her clothes disheveled and haphazardly thrown on. But he couldn’t deny that it was a rush to be with someone he chose and someone who was taboo for a different reason than Tom was taboo.

“Fine, Maverick,” Tom emphasizes, “you’re an idiot and I’m calling bullshit. Why are you getting reassigned?”

Pete sighs and rubs his face. “Tom - ”

“It’s Iceman.”

“Okay, Iceman,” Pete spits out. “I’m getting reassigned and the reason why is none of your business.”

“The fact that we’re talking through mirrors means it is my business.”

“And I didn’t ask to see you in a mirror!”

Tom looks shocked for a second, and then he schools his face and nods. “Fine. Be safe out there, Pacific’s been rough.”

——

It’s the last time they talk for a long time. Whenever Pete sees a glimpse of blonde hair in the mirror, it fades quickly.

Pete’s not proud of what he’d said to Tom, regrets his words even if he did mean them in a sense. He didn’t ask for a soulmate, he didn’t ask for Tom to be his soulmate, but that doesn’t mean he wants to change it, if he really thinks about it.

Tom Kazansky is his soulmate, for better or worse.

Time on the carrier passes, with flights and patrols and routines and letters from Carole, now Goose’s wife, and their son Bradley.

Pete never hears from Tom.

Until Top Gun.

Finally meeting in person doesn’t solve their issues. Things don’t magically fall into place and Pete and Tom aren’t suddenly in love and not pissed at each other.

They’re actually pissed at each other the whole time they’re in Miramar.

The whole situation with Charlie doesn’t help either.

Pete knows he’s pushing Tom’s buttons, pushing his limits. But he has to know if he can change fate, if anything he does will change the course of his life and things aren’t set in stone.

He’d been denied at Annapolis because of his dad, but he found a way into the Navy and made it to Top Gun despite everyone telling him he couldn’t do it. So there has to be some way for him to fight fate on this, on his soulmate.

It’s a tense six weeks, the hops and the trainings, the debriefs, the competition.

And then Tom and Pete are flying together and before he knows it, Pete’s in a flat spin and ejecting and Goose is gone. Goose is dead and he can’t help but feel it’s his fault.

He’d tried to outrun fate and lost his best friend.

——

twenty four

“Oh, thank god, where are you?” Tom asks the second he sees Pete in the mirror.

“What do you care?”

Pete’s voice is despondent, hollow. It breaks Tom’s heart even more and he can feel his eyes water. “You’re…you’re my soulmate, Pete. Of course I care.”

Pete’s silent, and Tom just watches his face.

“I’m at the airport. Charlie saw me. I don’t…I can’t do it. I can’t do this without Goose.”

“You can, I know it’ll feel weird, but you’re still a great pilot.”

“Not that great if I killed my best friend.”

Tom sucks in a sharp breath. He knew Pete was blaming himself. Knew Pete always blamed himself for people leaving or getting hurt, thinking himself the common denominator.

And Tom had no idea how to convince him that wasn’t the case.

——

There were a few weeks left of Top Gun when Pete left, and he still had enough points to graduate right behind Tom and Slider. They didn’t get a chance to talk in person, and honestly Tom didn’t know if Pete would want to.

And then they get sent to the Layton, and Pete clears away any doubt that he is an amazing pilot. He hits the throttles and makes it to Tom and saves his ass. The two of them fly together and take down the MIGs, landing back on the carrier for the celebration.

It goes on for a while, crews letting loose for the first time in a while and Tom and Pete get caught up in it, everyone wanting to pat them on the back.

Tom slips away, takes a break from it all sometime in the night, and winds up in the bathroom, studying his reflection in the sink.

Pete appears in the mirror behind him, like he has so many times before. But Tom knows it’s not just a reflection or an apparition now.

Pete’s here. Pete’s onboard the Layton. Pete saved his life and flew like a bat out of hell, like the pilot Tom knows he can be.

Tom meets Pete’s eyes in the mirror, shoots him a smile as he closes the bathroom door and locks them in. “Thanks for today.” Pete gives him a confused look. “Haven’t said it yet, and you did save my ass. So, thanks.”

Pete nods, face guarded and hands in his pocket, entire body projecting how nervous he is. “You’re welcome. And honestly, I just knew I had to. That I could do it, that I needed to do it. I had to save you. Had to make sure you came back.”

“Why?”

“Was just something in me,” Pete shrugs. “And I think I knew I needed to do it. Can’t lose you just yet.”

It’s the first time as an adult that Pete has come close to admitting what they are to each other. That they’re soulmates, meant to be and always connected. Tom waits for Pete to continue, to see what he’ll say next.

“I knew I’d miss you, and I’d be mad at myself for not saying anything to you, not apologizing for what an ass I’ve been in the past and especially about Goose. I know he was your friend, too, and that day wasn’t easy for you either. But really, I had to save you so I could do this.”

And then, Pete Mitchell spins him around and kisses him.

Pete Mitchell is kissing Tom Kazansky.

And Tom never wants Pete to stop kissing him.

Thomas Kazansky and Pete Mitchell are soulmates. It took them some time to admit it, many years and arguments, but their bond has always been strong. The kiss intensifies that, sparks coursing through them as Tom gets his hands on Pete’s shoulders, hauls him in closer, into his arms, and holds on to this man that he loves.

“Took you long enough to do that,” Tom whispers when they break apart for a breath. “I’ve been waiting since that first night in the O-Club.”

“I’m here now, and I’m not losing you. Not if I can help it.”

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[lyranova]

Children of the Future:

Chapter 37: This Isn’t Goodbye

Hi guys! Here’s chapter 37 of COTF, and we only have one last chapter (and an epilogue) before this series ends 😭! This is the end of the battle and shows a bit of what happens after, but the next one we’ll really have some last family/ship moments and I hope you all enjoy 🥺💕!

Taglist: @eme-eleff @thoughtfullyrainynightmare @simpingforthisonedeer @elysianluv @bowandcurtsey @crazyclownthanos @flow3rbudz @luminouslion @vwdxwnsk

Word Count: 2,509

Warnings: Language, Violence

———

At Lumi Castle

Nacht watched as the young Noir looked confused at his statement, she was young so she probably didn’t quite understand what he meant by ‘go away’. He watched as Noir looked from him to Discordia.

“ What does he mean mama?” She asked Discordia innocently, and the dark haired woman shook her head.

“ N-Nothing, don’t worry about it!” Discordia told her softly as she cut Nacht a look, but he ignored her.

“ You see Noir, there’s a future version of you that’s out there doing really terrible things right now. She took the children from their parents, much like what happened to your ‘mama’s’ child.” Nacht began and Noir tilted her head.

“ She did? Why?” Noir asked innocently, and Nacht shrugged.

“ We don’t know. But does it really matter?” He asked. “ Right now, she’s hurting a lot of people and is doing really bad things. Don’t you want to stop her?”

“ But if I leave, mama will be sad.” Noir argued softly as she looked back at Discordia.

“ She will, but it’s okay because she has many people she can lean on. But those other kids don’t have many people to lean on, and they’re sad too. Don’t you want to be the one to take their sadness away?”

Nacht knew what he was doing was wrong, he was manipulating the devil into doing what he asked. A part of him felt something akin to guilt, but he was just doing what had to be done in order to save his cousin and his squad.

“ Will you be one of the people my mama can lean on when I go away?” Noir asked, and Nacht thought for a moment.

He looked over and saw tears of anger and sadness streaming down Discordia’s face. It was true that the two rarely got along, but he knew what this pain was like. The pain of losing someone you loved so much. It was as though you were in never ending anguish.

“ I’ll try to be.” Nacht assured the devil and he watched his cousin's head snap up and turn in his direction. Although he highly doubted his cousin would want anything to do with him after this, he still wanted to assure Noir that he would try his best to be there for Discordia.

“ Okay…then I’ll go.” Noir said hesitantly but Discordia instantly wrapped her arms around her and shook her head.

“ No! You’re not going anywhere.” Discordia insisted, but Noir pushed away from her a bit and looked her in the eyes.

“ But I have to mama, people are sad and hurt because of me, and you always said when you hurt someone you have to pay for it. So doesn’t that mean I have to pay for it?” She asked Discordia, and the older woman looked down.

The dark haired woman really didn’t have a response for that, other than she had meant for the bad guys to pay for what they did. Noir wasn’t a ‘bad guy’, at least not to Discordia.

“ Let me do this mama,” Noir said softly as she patted her on the head, much like Discordia had done to her in the past. “ let me make the other kids less sad please?”

Discordia let out a sigh before nodding and giving Noir another hug, she looked over at Nacht who stared down at the ground.

Soon Nacht stood up and extended his hand towards the devil, and she took it as Discordia let her go. As Nacht and Noir walked towards the door he could hear his cousin sobbing softly behind him.

“ Discordia,” Nacht said as he turned a bit to look at her. “ Once all this is over, I’ll help you find your real daughter.” He added, he heard her stop sobbing for a moment, probably from surprise if he had to guess.

Nacht then turned and walked out of the room with Noir, when he did Gimodelo appeared on his shoulder and looked at him curiously.

“ Nacht, are you really gonna help her find her daughter?” He asked and Nacht nodded. “ Why?”

“ Because Morgen would want me too.” Nacht answered simply before using his Shadow magic to take him back to the group.

——

Back in the City

“ So come at me with everything you got!”

Yami, Hikari, and Charlotte all looked at each other and nodded. She wanted everything they had? Then that’s what they’d give her!

The three each used their magic to dodge, block, or attack the devil, and Noir did the same. With her Fear magic she created monsters that came straight out of nightmares, but the three weren’t phased, and took them down with ease.

“ Dammit!” The devil growled, she knew she wouldn’t be able to get close enough to them to use their fears against them like she had before.

So instead she decided to try a different way.

“ You know that white haired kid, what was his name…ah right Alistar! You know he wasn’t supposed to die right?” Noir asked as she tried to dodge Charlotte’s Briars and Yami’s Dark Slashes.

“ What the hell are you talking about?” Hikari asked as she used her dark spatial magic to send a spell towards her, which Noir wasn’t able to dodge in time as it slashed at her arm.

“ I wasn’t originally going to kill him,” Noir said through gritted teeth as she held her arm slightly. “ I was going to just manipulate him through my Fear magic like I did with everyone else. But after you killed Botis, well, I changed my mind.”

“ What’s the saying? An eye for an eye?” Noir asked before she felt another slash go across her chest, her eyes widened slightly as she saw Hikari’s blue eyes full of anger.

“ How dare you,” she growled, her voice dangerously low. “ how dare you say his name and use him as an excuse for your actions!” She shouted as she sent more spells towards Noir.

“ Hikari, calm down!” Charlotte and Yami both shouted, but Yami turned as he suddenly heard the Magical Communication device go off.

“ Captain Yami, are you there? Ezio did it!” Vanessa shouted on the other end, and in the background Yami heard Finral shout.

“ I can’t believe he actually did it!”

“ You didn’t think I could?!” Yami heard Ezio shout in disbelief, and Yami smirked.

“ Great work you three! We’ll try to wrap things up here!” Yami shouted as he and Charlotte used their magic to block an attack from Noir.

“ V-Vice Captain Nacht?” He heard Finral ask and Yami frowned a bit.

“ I’m here, and I brought the past Noir with me. So let’s get this done and over with.” Nacht said with a sigh.

“ No! Nononono NO!” Noir screamed, and she went to run towards where Nacht and the others were. But Charlotte used her Briar magic to wrap around her leg.

“ No you don’t!”

“ Let go of me!” Noir screamed as she tried to send more monsters towards them, but Yami was able to cut them down before they even reached Charlotte.

“ Do it now!” Yami said into the device, and he heard Nacht sigh again.

“ Don’t tell me what to do.” He muttered, the communication device went silent for a while and the only sounds that could be heard were Noir’s angry screams.

“ It’s done, Noir’s gone.” Nacht said into the device, and Yamu, Charlotte, and Hikari all looked.

The Noir from the future slowly began to disappear right in front of them.

“ Do…you really think this is…the end?” Noir asked with a humorless laugh.

“ Yeah, I do.” Hikari said as she lifted up her katana. “ but if you do somehow manage to come back, we’ll be ready for you.” She added before she quickly used her magic to send a slash at Noir, effectively making the devil disappear completely.

——

After Noir disappeared, all the townspeople were freed from her spell. None of them had any memories of what happened, and in a way all the families were relieved about that. Because they could only imagine how the townspeople would feel knowing they had attacked others.

When everyone regrouped back in Spade and decided to go back to Clover to report to Julius, Ciel assured them that she would help rebuild Lumi and would have strong discussions with their royal family.

Back in Clover, the group quickly went to the castle and walked into the meeting room to see Julius standing there with a smile on his face, and the Witch Queen standing next to him.

“ You all did it, great work everyone!” Julius said proudly as everyone stood in front of him.

“ Did…we really do it?” Hikari asked as she looked at the Witch Queen, who nodded slowly.

“ Yes you did, your future has completely changed. But for the better or worse is yet to be determined.” She said cryptically and Ezio stepped forward nervously.

“ Um, where exactly did I send Noir?” He asked and everyone turned to look at him.

“ You don’t know where you sent her?!” Everyone shouted in disbelief, and Ezio jumped as his face paled.

“ No?!”

“ Don’t worry,” the Witch Queen said calmly as she crossed her arms. “ You sent her to a completely different reality, so unless she somehow finds another person with a similar ability to yours, she won’t be able to come back to this one.” She added with a small smile.

“ So…I did it?” Ezio muttered and he felt Aloys clap him on the shoulder with a smile.

“ You did.” The Witch Queen confirmed, and Josslyn smirked as she threw an arm over Ezio’s shoulder.

“ Wow, you’re not as useless as I thought.” She told him light heartedly. “ But I gotta say pinky, you did good.” She added with a small genuine smile, and Ezio felt his heart skip a beat.

“ So, that means everything that’s happened so far has been undone right?” Hikari asked curiously, and the Witch Queen shrugged.

“ More or less, why?” She asked curiously, before Hikari’s eyes went wide.

“ Then, does that mean Alistar’s alive?” She asked softly and hesitantly, she didn’t dare to get her hopes up, because if Hikari were being honest, she had a feeling it was a long shot.

“ It’s…possible.” The Witch Queen said with a small frown, and Hikari felt her heart skip a beat. The dark haired woman quickly turned and ran out of the room, with her parents and the others right behind her.

“ We’re sorry about this Lord Julius.” William said with a small salute, but Julius shook his head.

“ It’s alright, you can all go and report everything to me later. You all deserve a break so feel free to take a day or two.” Julius said with his smile in place, William nodded as he followed the others out of the room.

Hikari ran down stairs to the infirmary where Alistar’s body had been, if he was alive, then that’s where he had to be! She threw the door open and looked around with wide, hopeful eyes.

But he wasn’t there.

She looked around the room, and then looked down the hall. There wasn’t anyone in sight, not Owen, or any other healer that could tell her where Alistar’s body went.

“ Hikari-.” Yami started as he and Charlotte caught up with their ‘daughter’, and the dark haired girl frowned in confusion.

“ He’s not here, but if he isn’t here then where would he be?” Hikari muttered as she began to wrack her brain, Charlotte walked up to her.

“ Hikari, maybe-?” She started but Hikari cut her off as an idea popped into her head.

“ The house! He would go back to the house to look for us!” She said with a hopeful look on her face, she quickly ran past her ‘parents’ and the two looked at each other with the same look.

They were worried she was getting her hopes up.

——

Hikari quickly grabbed Finral and asked him to take them back to their temporary house, he looked at Yami and once he got the go ahead Finral quickly made a portal to take them back to the house as Ezio used what remained of his mana to carry everyone else.

Once the group was outside the house Hikari quickly ran inside and began to go room by room, shouting for Alistar to come out if he was there. Everyone else stood outside and waited as they could hear her shouting.

But after a few minutes Hikari walked out, with a sad and confused look on her face.

“ I don’t understand,” Hikari said softly as she walked towards her parents. “ We fixed everything, and the Witch Queen said we did, so why isn’t he here?”

“ The Witch Queen said it was possible that he was back, not that it was certain he was.” Charlotte told her softly as she placed a hand gently onto her shoulder. Yami placed a hand gently on Hikari’s head.

“ I’m sorry, brat.” Yami said softly as he noticed Hikari was trying to blink away the tears in her eyes.

As the dark haired woman looked around she noticed that everyone had a sad look either on their face or in their eyes, they had all been hoping that Alistar would come back too. So to see that he hadn’t, really hurt them.

“ What’s going on? Why is everyone outside?”

Hikari’s head shot up at the familiar voice as everyone else turned around to look as well, her eyes widened in disbelief and she gaped like a fish out of water.

Standing behind them was Alistar himself, alive and well, and with a somewhat confused look on his face but with that same warm smile on his face. He was here…he was alive! Without thinking, Hikari quickly ran towards the white haired man and threw herself into his unsuspecting arms.

“ H-H-Hey Hikari!” Alistar shouted as he quickly fell to the ground with a ‘thump’, he quickly sat up and felt Hikari’s arms tighten around his neck.

“ You jerk! You bastard!” She shouted angrily as tears fell from her eyes. “ You scared me half to death!”

“ I-I-I’m sorry! I got caught up talking to the Vermillion twins when I left the infirmary, and then I had a quick stop to make before coming here!” Alistar tried to defend himself, but Hikari moved back a little and began to punch his shoulder firmly.

“ Don’t you ever scare me like that again! If you ever do that again, I’ll revive you and kill you again do you understand?!” She asked him angrily before wrapped her arms around him again and began to cry into his shoulder.

Alistar’s eyes widened as he realized what Hikari was talking about, he felt his face turn a small shade of pink as he gently, and hesitantly, wrapped his arms around her as well.

“ I’m sorry, I won’t do that again. I promise.” He told her softly, he held her close as she cried.

“ You’d better keep that promise, Pretty Boy.” Yami warned dangerously as he, and the others, watched the two.

“ Y-Yes sir!”

———

Thank you all so much for reading and I hope you all have a good day 🥰!

#black clover fanfic #black clover fanfiction #black clover oc fanfiction #children of the future #oc; hikari #hikari is not my oc #oc; noir #oc; discordia #yami sukehiro #sukehiro yami #charlotte roselei #oc; ezio #oc; alistar

[separatist-apologist]

Stay here, honey, I don’t wanna share for tamlin and Adelina please !!

Stay Here Honey I Don’t Want To Share- Tamlin x Adelina (739 words)

They were going to be caught. Adelina shifted beneath the half shredded blanket she’d had the foresight to bring with her, her fingers combing leaves from her hair. Beside her, a massive beast stretched its legs, yawning wide enough the span of her thigh would have fit easily inside. She reached out a hand, absently scratching through the soft golden fur until the beast became a man.

“Do you want to be caught by the sentries?” she asked by way of greeting, appreciating the long, muscular form of her mate. Tamlin rolled to his stomach, fingers trailing up her spine.

“I don’t care if they see me at all,” he replied, his voice gravel. “I’m sure they heard us last night.”

Adelina blinked against the first rays of dawn creeping through the forest. “And the children?”

Tamlin didn’t blink. “Too little to understand,” was his immediate reply. That was true enough, though Alexander often watched the pair of them with his big, green eyes as he sat on the bottom steps, arms wrapped around his little knees. Finn was just a baby, Alexander was six…and yet when he peered up at her, she sometimes thought he was older. More aware than a little boy ought to be.

Adelina started to sit up but Tamlin caught her, pulling her back to the ground, half pinned beneath his body. “Stay here,” he murmured, pressing feather soft kisses up her neck. “I don’t feel like sharing you today.”

“There are things that must be done,” she tried to protest even as she hooked her leg around his own.

“Yes,” he agreed, fingers sliding through her. “But your High Lord demands satisfaction.”

“I satisfied my High Lord all evening,” she reminded him pointedly, delighted when he offered her one of his rare smiles. Tamlin was so lovely, a golden God come to earth. She often found him impossibly serious, as if the weight of life itself was heavy on his sculpted shoulders. Adelina had made it her mission to day she accepted that mating bond, barely knowing him at all, that it would be her who pulled smiles from his lips.

As it turned out, Tamlin was perfectly capable of smiling the moment she got him away from his responsibilities. Adelina squirmed beneath the warmth of that smile, well aware she’d do anything he liked now. She meant to protest a little, at least. After all, it was hardly proper for the Lady of Spring to be out all day in the forest being fucked like an animal.

“I am never satisfied when it comes to you,” Tamlin told her, nose nuzzling against her neck. 

“How will you get any work done?” “I barely do,” he agreed. His large, calloused hand slid up her bare stomach, fingers halting just beneath her breasts. “You are my every thought.”

She knew that wasn’t true. Tamlin had all but rebuilt their court, had brought prosperity back to Spring despite the long road still left to travel. She would have been content to live in that half ruined manor tangled with thorny vines. He thought of the people, he cared about the land. It was what made it so easy for her to love him, in return. Tamlin was selfless in that regard, for a male who claimed he never wanted to be High Lord. 

“You are a terrible romantic,” she teased, poking him in the cheek. “And you will be late for breakfast with your sons if you do not put on pants.”

“I will explain I was simply appreciating their mama,” he replied without letting her up. “They will understand given how much they love you, too.”

“I think Finn will be quite angry if he has to share his mother with you again,” Adelina replied. Tamlin’s smile softened, became so impossibly affectionate her heart threatened to escape her chest.

“Yes, he is quite in love with his mama, isn’t he?”

She nodded, eyes staring pointedly as if to say, so we should leave now.

“He gets that from me,” Tamlin growled, licking the column of her neck. “The children can wait another hour or so. I will make my apologies the usual way.”

“You can’t bribe them with toys—” “And why not? I am High Lord, am I not?”

And as Tamlin’s mouth began to drift lower, Adelina suddenly forgot all her arguments.

#i see you anons trying to make me flesh her out #whats her personality you ask? #its being in love with tamlin and a GOOD MOM #but also enjoying getting railed in the forest #tamalina

[wench-and-jezebel]

Dark Angel Reaction: Hit a Sista Back

Jezebel (@typicalopposite) reacts [with occasional asides by Wench (@scripted-downfall)]

Oooop 🙂

[Immediate OMax content]  Yus

Bruh Cindy 😂😂😂 tell her what you really think  [oof fair]  I’d hate for her to see me  [Ma’am, don’t even start; guarantee your skin looks better than mine]  Hah! HAHAHA! No

[Zach be back ‘sigh’]  😂😂😂😂😂

“Something like that” WHY NOT JUST TELL HER WHAT’S GOING ON?? SHE KNOWS?!  [Because Max has to be bitchy and mysterious or she ain’t Max]

Oh nooooo 🥺🥺🥺🥺

[Max, don’t fuck up her life please]  I mean she’s not in the wrong to bring it up tho.  But also 🥺🥺🥺  [I feel like there’s a difference between “you’re in danger; you don’t know me but the people who took your wife are dangerous” and “your wife/the mother of your child is not who you think she is and you’re all gonna die”]  True

Oh boy… Kid’s gifted!  Dads like ooop

Noooooo Lintlicker gonna want him! 😤  ‘sigh’ I say nothing

[Oh, look.  Lintlicker.]  DAMN IT ALL WHY THEY GOTTA KEEP BRINGING KIDS INTO IT 😂😂😂😭😭😭😭

Ugh the dreaded oooOoOooOo!  It’s almost worse that the spinning baby  [skdlafjlaksjdf wait til you hear the voiceover]

Oh boy.  “Since I be broke now”  Logan’s gonna be regretting coming out with the info

[Oh, no, not the hiding-things storyline]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️

[“[Tinga]’d do the same for me” bitch, no she wouldn’t?  You tried this.  Multiple times.  She was like, yah, no, I’ma dip]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️ 😂😂😂 “one of them would surely do the same for me… I’mma keep trying til I get the right one”  [YEAH.  BUT IT’S ALEC.  AND SHE GIVES LESS THAN TWO SHITS ABOUT HIM]  ☠️☠️☠️ his not a sibling maam! It doesn’t count!😤😤😤  [You right, you right.  Sorry, I forgot we just meant siblings and not generic discussions of Manticore folks]  😂😂😂😂😂😂

Oh, so Tings has told them, just a different way  [:)]

Lie!  No kid falls asleep that easy!  [He’s gifted thus falls asleep quickly]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️

[“These guys never learn” Max, ma’am, nor do you]  Ooop

[“I don’t do guns” MA’AM.]  Lol  [Isn’t this the same logic she used against Logan?]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️  [“You have access to money, thus it’s stupid to give it up out of a sense of justice/nobility”  “You have access to a gun, thus it’s stupid to not use one out of a sense of… idk”  Same argument, so why ain’t she listening to her own strategy???]

[Things were not safer this way]

Max is so emotionless I swear to god [I know!  And we know for a fact that’s not a Manticore thing because Ben, Tinga, Alec… they have emotion.  Too much emotion, technically.  It’s just a Max (and kinda Zach but kinda not) thing]

Ack I hate herrrrrr  [Renfro?  She pisses me off so much]

[Tinga is.  Very pretty.  Just saying]

Oooop mama bear!  And dad’s an idiot I see  [alsfkjaldkfjlakdfj]  Like the red flags that should have already been going off…

And you get your head shaved and a tattoo and meticulous training  [“can my mommy be there” as;lkdfj;alkdfj;lkj Yes, actually, that’s his whole plan]

[I’m starting to think JamPony won’t be in this much :(]  Oh noooo 💔💔💔

[Max, you’ve been there, but only ‘cause you’re not clear about stuff.  OC woulda rolled with it and you know it.  Kendra… less clear, but still.]  Well tbf she did straight up tell them both once and they laughed  [She didn’t really try, ma’am.  If I wanted you to believe a story, even if you initially laughed, I could make you believe at least that I believed it]  Well she didn’t try to explain but she flat out told them ☠️  [Yeah, but that’s what I mean by her a) not being clear and b) not really trying.  She’s trying to get cred for not having been able to tell people because they’d not understand, but she literally never gave them the opportunity to.]

Tf!  [Not sure that’s how physics works]  The anxiety that gave me and it didn’t even show it  [That was a very springy rope for tightrope walking, I feel]  ☠️☠️☠️

Ma’am! Give them a — ok fair kinda but Hmph

[This poor dude tho getting sucked into it all]  I know

– – – 

Jezebel: Soooo! I have a feeling somethings gonna go bad! And either husband is gonna die or Tinga is gonna die!  Mainly cause I highly doubt kid is gonna die

Wench: All this death!

Jezebel: So much!

Wench: I don’t fully remember how this shakes out — I know some, not the rest — so: You do know that them going back to Manticore is an option.  We’re nearing the finale.  It’s possible that they’re trying to rescue the kid

Jezebel: Yeahhhhh but idk! Unless they get the kid and he goes back! But they would never let that happen so again. Deth.  When’s the last episode? Next one?

Wench: No, two left in the season

Jezebel: Ooooh!

Wench: But I think the last two are together?  Iirc?  idk for sure

Jezebel: Well, I’m trying to think of more past that, but this has been a very one-themed episode

Wench: No JamPony :(

Jezebel: I know… Is sad.  But I’m done!

– – – 

[Did.  Did she say “objective: offspring” alskjdflaksjdf]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️

Oh lord, big bro.  Well.  Big “bro.”  Hubby better watch him

At least their not real or half- ooop 🙂

“They made me young again.”  Enough to make any woman switch sides  [“they brainwashed you.”  Max, why are you surprised by this?]

Ooop!  Max actually losing!  [btw.  Max winning any fight against a Manticore transgenic is so stupid.  This woman has been out of the game for ages.]  ☠️☠️☠️  [She beats Ben; okay, yeah, that makes sense becuase they’ve both been out for ages.  She doesn’t beat Tinga: MAKES SENSE.  She beats a number of other “true blue” Manticore soldiers: WHAT?!  She should have some degree of advantage from knowing street fight moves but otherwise she should Very Much Not Win]

“He’ll get over it….” Um he might not  [Some people actually value interpersonal trust.  And don’t lie to their S.O.s]  Exactly

I meannnnnnn Zach’s not wrong, but also they would need the protection too  [Agreed]

“And then her prince peaced out cause she’s a liar” ☠️  [asldkfj]

💔💔💔

“No, we’re not “not like that” because she’s a transgenic; it’s because we are emotionally constipated please leave it alone” ☠️😂  [askldjflaksdjflkjadsf This kind of thing kinda annoys me though.  Like… I get being pissed that someone lied to you.  And I get that things might need to adjust.  But.  person is the same?]  Exactly

Oh shit  [Ruh roh]  Well shit

[Zach is a dick btw]  *simultaneously* Aight that was out of line Zach.  Agreed until then

Damn  [Yep.]

Don’t like Lintlicker anymore.  At all  [This virus is called foreshadowing (I’m not telling you of what, but it concerns Max.  And Logan.)]

BRUH SHES NOT A BREEDING MACHINE  [You haven’t seen s2 Dark Angel yet and it shows]

I’m so mad sweet lord.  They fucked with the kid.  They really fucked with the kid! 😤  [I didn’t remember this, for what it’s worth]

Good!  Fuck off, zach

Nooooo!  Watch the blonde lady want the kid so she kills Tinga!  [I confirm nothing]  Cause blonde lady has the murder drone

I hate himmmmmmm.  Lintlicker- hmph.  I don’t how much of a change he makes

Hmph, his fucking shit eating grin

Oooop look at that you have been double-crossed, asshole!

Oooop look at that! Zach is back... asshole

She’s not one of them; she’s one of THEM!  LE GASP

[Guess 656 is Tinga]  

I’m confused… Is Brynn dead, or just knocked out?  [Knocked out]

Ewww sibling hug  [...]  Pssssh I know it means more than that.  To him at least

Breeeeeeding machine 😦

💔💔💔💔  [“I get why she didn’t tell me.  If she had, I would’ve gone the other way.”  Yeah, dumbass, that’s why she didn’t tell you.  Congrats: you’ve leveled up your empathy stat]

[Max, haven’t you learned about making promises?]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️

I’ma be honest; I’m not sure the King is the one they should be worried about… I’d be concerned about the Queen

– – – 

Jezebel: I feel so bad for Tinga omg!  That fucking suckssss

Wench: Yuppppp.  And I can’t say it gets better!  You get no spoilers beyond that but ye

Jezebel: 😭😭😭😭😭 Honestly, though, this one was kinda boring.  I guess setting up for the two-part finale. So I don’t have much to say past what was said

Wench: I don’t know for sure it’s two parts btw.  But I think it is because I’m pretty sure they’re both centered around helping Tinga

Jezebel: “Helping” tinga

Wench: Aight… next episode(s) sometime soon, then?

Jezebel: YES

#dark angel #dark angel reactions #reactions #episode reactions #s01e19 #hit a sista back #max guevara #logan cale #jezebel (pr)

[spiderversegf]

just rmred ppl love me on purpose . i have to go lay down

#🍜 #love is such a powerful force i am inconsolable #like even ppl who are not with me anymore!! i carry them with me!! #they chose to love me of their own volition #i did not make them do it. no one made them do it #im so emotional lately and grief really just wrings everything out of u like a shirt in the wash #im exhausted and i cant sleep #and for some reason all i can think about is my dad telling me ‘you could never disappoint us’ #it isn’t true. at least not for my mama. but i know he meant it anyway #i should try to go back to sleep #oh btw this is #ok to rb #if u want

[tothemeadow]

How Genshin Characters View the Traveler (aka crushes galore)

I know this isn't a Genshin blog but I need to get this off my chest and organize my thoughts because I believe in Aether harem supremacy ✌

Disclaimer: this is meant for fun, so don’t get your knickers in a twist

Albedo

Albedo blatantly admits that the traveler fascinates them. He'll usually ask to hear of their numerous journeys and take notes on them. He quite enjoys their company, but Albedo is pretty clueless about his own feelings, especially those of the romantic sort. He wonders why he catches himself staring at them so much.

Amber

Amber is easily one of the traveler’s biggest supporters. She almost gets a bit too excited whenever they’re around, but she’ll also outright deny that she has a crush on them if anyone were to poke fun at her. If time allows it, she’ll often ask them to go gliding around Mondstadt with her.

Ayaka

Ever since she first heard of the traveler, their accomplishments genuinely impressed Ayaka. However, once she first met them in person, she was taken aback by how attractive they were. Furthermore, once they helped her out, she gets more insight of how truly wonderful they are and her affections (hence the dance performance).

Barbara

Barbara truly believes they are an actual gift sent by Barbatos himself. Not only are they kind and helpful, but they treat her with respect as a person, not some glorified object. She tends to get flustered easily and turns shy whenever the traveler compliments her.

Beidou

Beidou likes to laugh, and she thinks the traveler is funny. She often swaps stories about fights and adventures with them, so there’s definitely a bond between them! She especially appreciates their fighting spirit and would be honored to have them join their crew or at least be a drinking buddy (despite what the traveler says).

Bennett

The traveler is essentially an idol in Bennett's eyes. He admires them so much, but it never gets to the creepy level of obsession. He jumps at the opportunity to travel with them every time. Bennett isn't really good with distinguishing feelings, but knowing that they treat him as an equal makes his stomach flutter.

Childe

Hey girlie 😏 Childe gets off to the idea of someone successfully kicking his ass or potentially being able to kill him, so he is an absolute simp for the traveler. He genuinely loves it when they show disinterest at his flirting, and he swoons whenever they're sarcastic with him. He's not pathetic, he's just a sadomasochist.

Chongyun

Frankly, Chongyun’s just happy to have another friend besides Xingqiu. He also really likes the way they don’t push him out of his comfort zone, but instead try to gently coax him out. He’s often very cold to the touch and constantly chilly, but he feels oddly warm whenever the traveler is beside him.

Diluc

Appreciates the fact that the traveler isn't full of shit (unlike some people). He's impressed by their competence and their fighting abilities, so he doesn't hesitate in complimenting them. He usually says things without really thinking through them, so sometimes Diluc says something sappy or embarrassing without meaning to.

Diona

Diona thinks the traveler may or may not be cute. She won't admit it, though. She won't admit that she cares about their wellbeing either. The traveler is just another person who's going to come and go, so there's no point in getting invested in them. It's a relatively simple crush, nothing more.

Eula

Eula is more or less impressed with the traveler. She views them as a truly reliable person that is able to get the job done. Although she may seem skeptical at times, one of her greatest fantasies is to find more rebellious people like them and break free of Mondstadt and her lineage.

Fischl

Perhaps the traveler is a dashing monarch from another world! It genuinely excites her that they follow along with her roleplaying, even when some of her messages get lost in translation. She appreciates their friendly gestures and the fact they don’t treat her like an outsider.

Ganyu

A lot of people have a difficult have a hard time understanding Ganyu’s feelings, so it came as quite as a surprise that she and the traveler clicked almost instantly. The traveler treats her as another person, not as some ancient being; this type of behavior is what made her become flustered around them in the first place ☺️

Hu Tao

Thinks they’re super cute! She’s one who’s playful and flirty; however, her ways are a bit odd. She usually tries to tell what kind of casket she’d lick out for the traveler, what she’d dress them in, etc. Sometimes, she’ll bake “special cookies” in the shapes of bones just for them.

Jean

Much like Barbara, Jean sees the traveler as a blessing. However, unlike Barbara, Jean doesn't swoon over their looks or mannerisms; frankly, she's just glad that someone rational is willing to help and not make too much of a commotion (like some certain members of the Knights of Favonius).

Kazuha

Has feelings for the traveler and makes no effort to hide them. Often times Kazuha will write them poems or haikus; sometimes he'll add dried flowers or a pretty leaf. He truly has a way with words, and it never fails to stir something inside the traveler's chest. He's very gentle and mild-mannered, so he never forces anything too heavy on them.

Kaeya

Kaeya is a humongous flirt and everyone knows it. However, he seems even more so once the traveler is in the picture, and he has the tendency of showing off in some sort of way. He knows he's attractive and uses his looks to advantage whenever he can, though he makes sure to keep it somewhat subtle.

Keqing

Keqing isn’t the type to deal with people’s shit and isn’t fond of fools. Fortunately, the traveler doesn’t fall into either of those categories, so she gets along with them quite well. She can find similarities in their personalities (like working constantly), so she appreciates the fact that she can openly discuss these sort of problems with them.

Klee

Genuinely sees them as an older sibling! Klee often goes to them for advice or to spend the day together; often times, she'll send letters or drawings whenever they're apart (and yes, the drawings usually consist of her and the traveler blowing something up).

Lisa

Another flirt, no problems asked. Lisa makes euphemisms quite a bit, and it truly brings her joy when her comments make the traveler blush. Despite being scolded by Jean to tone it down a bit, she genuinely can't help it. The traveler is her personal cutie, and it's only natural for her to treat them as such, isn't it?

Mona

She could easily tell right away that the traveler was someone special upon first glance. Mona sometimes dreams about them - especially about how they helped her out and landed her a place to stay in Mondstadt. She’s grateful for everything that the traveler has done, yet she’ll deny any feelings for them with a bright blush on her face.

Ningguang

The traveler is seen more as a pet. Ningguang is straight up the sugar mama type, and she openly flaunts it. Granted, she respects the traveler highly, but something about their being Liyue’s hero sounds very, very charming. Whether or not she makes a romantic move is entirely up to her, but it’s not out of the question.

Noelle

Needless to say, Noelle gets flustered fairly easily, so whenever the traveler shows affection and support towards her abilities, she somewhat short-circuits. She'll usually try to play off the fluttering in her heart and simply convince herself that the traveler is only being nice, but she can't deny the fact that she has feelings for them.

Qiqi

Another one that looks up to the traveler as an older sibling. She often refers to her notebook to remind herself as to why she likes them so much; they’re patient with her and genuinely try to help her remember things, plus they’ll bring her candies from Mondstadt sometimes.

Razor

Razor has no idea what romantic feelings are or how he should identify them. All he knows is that he gets excited whenever he sees the traveler, and his metaphorical tail wags furiously. He's keen on protecting them and bringing them food, plus he likes to lie next to them when they relax by the fire.

Rosaria

Like Diluc, Rosaria likes how the traveler isn’t full of shit and can actually put up a decent fight. However, she isn’t the type to compliment them, but rather points out how they can further hone their skills. If anything, she acts more like the traveler’s drunk aunt.

Sayu

She’s mostly indifferent towards the traveler, but - like with most people - she envies their height. Sayu appreciates that they don’t make fun of her size, plus they somehow always manage to find her when she’s hiding for her nap, so she’s fairly interested in what kind of person they are.

Sucrose

Like with most people, Sucrose is quite shy around the traveler, but for some reason she feels more comfortable around them than anyone else. She respects them much like she respects Albedo. She also thinks the traveler has a very nice smile.

Thoma

Thoma is another flirt, but he’s much more reserved in his ways. He’ll often make encouraging comments or flatter the traveler with a bright smile. His flirting either makes the traveler blush or it goes right over their head. There is no in between.

Venti

Venti has a slight... obsession for them. Not in a creepy way, but more in a clingy sense. He practically hangs from them whenever he's messing around, and he unashamedly writes them songs. Venti is also a big fan of hugs! When he's drunk, though, that's when things take a darker, more seductive turn...

Xiangling

Xiangling’s poor little heart goes doki doki whenever she gets to cook for the traveler, have them cook with her, or eat a meal that they prepared. The way to her heart is definitely through her stomach! It’s a fairly small crush since cooking is her true love in life, but if the traveler pops up at Wanmin Restaurant and specifically asks for her again… Oh boy.

Xiao

Secretly has feelings for the traveler, but he refuses to admit it. Xiao thinks feelings like these are a waste of time and only bring pain; since he's been through much and the ultimate emo, he's even more emotionally constipated than the normal person. Although he doesn't outright say it, he'll often show his affection through actions.

Xingqiu

Two words: library dates. Whether if it's meant to be romantic or not, Xingqiu has an affinity for those who show genuine intelligence and is willing to discuss stories with him. Xingqiu could literally sit there all day and listen to the traveler tell him about the different worlds he's been to. It's quite refreshing!

Xinyan

Like Venti, Xinyan will write songs for the traveler, but she's more timid about showing them since rock music has yet a long way to go in Liyue, much less in Teyvat. She'll casually invite them for a jam session and ask for their opinion on how her songs sound. All in all, she thinks the traveler is pretty rad 👀

Yanfei

Yanfei is very skilled and knowledgeable in a wide range of topics, but when it comes to the art of seduction… not so much. She isn’t entirely sure if she has affections towards the traveler or not, but she enjoys being in their company nonetheless. However… she may or may not have tried to teach them Liyue law while over tea 😅

Yoimiya

Thinks the traveler is a lot of fun! She was already interested by the mere fact that they were an outsider, but once they showed their worth and came to her aid, it really sealed the deal. Viewing fireworks with them was an incredibly crucial moment, and she’ll keep that memory stored in her heart for all time.

Zhongli

Zhongli is very protective of them and wants to spoil them, but at the same time, he's also very, very broke. It's not sugar daddy status, obviously, but he enjoys treating them out to a dinner or a night on the town. The traveler thinks he's doing it just to be nice, but Paimon calls bullshit.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x traveler #genshin impact headcanons #other

[snelbz]

Life As We Know It {Chapter Seven}

Summary: After the sudden deaths of Nesta’s sister and Cassian’s best friend, they gain guardianship of their nephew, Nyx.

Based on Life As We Know It (2010) and a prompt sent in by anonymous for our Nessian fanfic contest. This is a modern au.

Instead of doing a tag list for this story, we have decided to have a set posting schedule. Chapters will be posted weekly on Mondays and Thursdays. Chapters will be posted on both my and Tara’s blogs! >> @tacmc.

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Nesta was out with Elain, Mor, Emerie, Amren, and Gwen for the night.

She had no idea when she’d be home.

This meant one thing and one thing only.

It was Cassian’s first night alone with Nyx.

It was no different than being home alone with Nyx during the day, which Cassian had been a handful of times thus far. However, Nyx didn’t seem to need as much during the day.

Eat, sleep, play, repeat.

At night, he needed a dinner, a bath, his bottle, to be rocked, to be put down for the night…which was something he never liked doing. A daytime nap? He didn’t mind. Sleeping for nine hours? Apparently that thought just pissed him off.

Nesta was a pro at getting him to sleep for the night. Cassian had offered once to do it and failed miserably.

“Not tonight, little man,” Cassian said to Nyx as they sat at the dinner table together. “Tonight, you’re going to bed the first time for Uncle Cassian.”

Nyx looked at Cassian and giggled.

Cassian scoffed. “Don’t mock me.”

Dinner with Cassian meant Nyx got the good shit. No puréed green beans or mashed carrots tonight. After he’d polished off a small jar of the cinnamon apples, Nyx had eaten nearly half a tube of puréed sweet potato, and Cassian was eating his own food. He took a bite of supreme pizza and pointed at him, before holding up a single finger. “After this, we’re gonna take a bath, and you aren’t going to throw water everywhere or poop in the tub, got it?”

Nyx just banged his little hand on the tray of his high chair, causing more sweet potato to fly onto himself, grinning up at Cassian.

“Then one last bottle before bed, while I read you a story,” he said, holding up a second finger. “I’m sure there will be a diaper change in there somewhere, so please go easy on me, yeah?”

Nyx played in the mess of mixed food in front of him.

“And then you go to bed, so I can watch a movie and pass out myself, and boom. Nesta can’t say anything about my parenting anymore cause I managed to keep you alive for a whole night.”

Nyx blew a raspberry at him before he started babbling.

Cassian took that as agreement.

“Perfect,” Cassian said, ruffling Nyx’s dark hair as he shoved the rest of the pizza into his mouth with his other hand.

He got up to clear his plate, and by the time he went back to Nyx’s high chair, he had managed to make orange streaks in his black hair.

Courtesy of the sweet potatoes.

With a sigh, Cassian took the tray off the high chair and unbuckled Nyx, picking him up and carrying him toward the bath.

“You first, tray second,” Cassian said.

Nyx started patting his little potato covered hands on Cassian’s cheeks, giggling at the sound it made.

Cassian cringed at the way it felt. “Thanks for that.”

He filled the bathtub up, ensuring it wasn’t too hot, like Nesta had shown him, and got Nyx out of his messy clothes and into the tub. After he’d wiped his own face clean of sweet potato, he went to work on Nyx, who had somehow managed to get it on the back of his knees.

Twenty minutes and a full change of wet, soggy clothes later for Cassian, he was sitting in Nyx’s nursery, in the rocking chair in the corner, a book open in his lap.

“This would be a book your parents bought you,” he muttered, opening the front cover. After clearing his throat, he began, “The night sky of Velaris greeted all the townspeople, letting them know it was time to go to bed.” Nyx patted the page and babbled something incoherent. Cassian nodded. “Yeah, it’s a nice picture, isn’t it?” He went on reading the story, written by a local author, no doubt, and Cassian found himself snorting at some of the sentences, but Nyx was fully engaged.

By the time he had finished the book, Nyx was leaning back against him, fully relaxed in his pajamas.

Even Cassian let out a yawn.

“You know, the Velaris starlight was important to your parents,” Cassian said, rocking Nyx back and forth. “They fell in love on Starfall. At least, that’s what Rhys always said. He was in love with your mama long before that, but she started falling for him on Starfall.” Nyx’s dark lashes began to fall, his eyelids drooping. “That’s why they named you Nyx. In Greek, Nyx means night.”

Nyx’s hand gripped Cassian’s thumb. He looked down at the sight and chuckled, quietly.

The baby looked up at him then, with those big, blue eyes, eyes that were so blue, they looked violet in the dark. That dark hair that was starting to need a trim, falling into his eyes. Cassian blinked quickly, trying to keep the sudden tears from spilling over. “You look so much like your dad,” he whispered.

Nyx just continued to watch him, pacifier in his mouth, those eyes getting sleepier with every rock of the chair.

Swallowing harshly, Cass set the book down and resituated Nyx so he was laying against his chest. He gently rubbed his back, the way he saw Nesta do when he would get fussy.

“I miss your dad,” he said, softly. “I know you do, too, you’ve known him your whole life, but—. But so have I. And after twenty-eight years he’s just…gone.”

That dark head snuggled in closer against him, one of his little hands clutching Cassian’s t-shirt.

Cassian said nothing else. If he had, he wouldn’t have gotten them out clearly.

He rocked. He rocked and he rocked and he rocked until Nyx was snoring, softly. As carefully as he could, Cassian rose and laid Nyx down in his crib.

After waiting a moment to make sure he didn’t wake up, Cassian tiptoed out of the room and across the hall to his own bedroom.

He had just laid down and unlocked his phone when he heard crying.

Tossing his phone back on his pillow, Cassian was instantly up, hurrying back across the hall. Nyx’s feet were kicking, his arms waving wildly, perfectly unhappy.

“What’s going on?” Cassian asked, picking the baby up out of the crib and cradling him against his chest. “Huh? You were sleeping so nicely.”

He continued to cry, and no amount of bouncing or patting his back was seeming to work.

“Come on, dude,” he muttered, sitting back down in the rocker. He resumed the slow back and forth motion, praying it would soothe Nyx back into peaceful sleep. “We did the bath. We did the bottle. We did the book. This is when you go to sleep.”

He kept crying and Cassian just shushed him quietly, his hand resuming the gentle rubbing he had done before. It helped, but Nyx still sniffled. “I don’t know what to do,” he admitted. “I don’t know how to do any of this. I’m still scared I’m gonna do something to fuck up and I wouldn’t just be doing it to you, it’d be to Rhys, too.”

Nyx’s wailing returned, and Cassian tried to close his eyes and take deep breaths. It wasn’t working. With everything he tried, Nyx only cried more and more and more.

“Come on, buddy,” he begged. “It’s time for bed, alright? It’s time to calm down.” Nyx let out a cry so loud that Cassian nearly jumped, which only scared Nyx, making him cry louder.

Cassian tried changing his diaper, tried getting him to take his pacifier, but nothing helped. He continued to rock, continued to pat, continued to walk Nyx around his room, but nothing worked.

Nothing.

Defeated, Cassian laid Nyx back down in his crib. “Come on, bud. Come on.”

Nyx kept crying, and Cassian rubbed his temples, trying not to join his nephew in his agony.

“Shhhhhh,” Cassian began, leaning over the crib, patting Nyx’s stomach. “It’s time for bed, Nyx. It’s time for bed. If your parents were here right now, I’m sure you’d already be asleep. Shit, if Nesta were here, you’d already be asleep.” He shook his head. “It’s me, isn’t it?”

The baby replied by continuing to cry.

He swore quietly, and hurried across the hall grabbing his phone, dialing a number he’d unknowingly memorized. She answered on the second ring.

“Is everything okay?”

He couldn’t hear music and laughter in the background of the call, but heard how panicked her voice was. She must have stepped away from her friends. It only made him feel that much worse.

“I can’t get him to stop crying and go to sleep,” he admitted. “I don’t know what else to try.”

“You gave him his bottle?” She asked, and he nodded. Then audibly answered her. After that, she ticked off the checklist of things she usually went through. Every single one he’d already tried.

“It’s like it’s just me,” he said, trying to calm him down while he held the phone to his ear. He scooped him up into his arms and sat down in the rocking chair. “He hates me and won’t go to sleep.”

She was quiet for a minute. “You know that’s not true, Cassian. He loves you.”

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” he said, quietly, low enough that he wasn’t sure if the receiver could pick it up over Nyx’s wailing.

But it didn’t matter, because he heard footsteps hurrying up the stairs.

When Nesta rounded the corner, she wasn’t expecting to find Cassian looking defeated in the rocking chair. She pretended not to see the tears on his handsome face as she dropped her purse by the door of the nursery and took Nyx. She began to soothe him and tried to give him back his pacifier, but he wouldn’t take it.

“He’s cutting a new tooth,” Nesta said, carefully looking into his mouth, wide open thanks to a drawn out sob. “That’s all. He’s just uncomfortable, isn’t he?”

By the end of the sentence she was looking at Nyx, an over-exaggerated frown on her face.

She handed him back to Cassian and was downstairs and back with cooling, teething toy she’d pulled out of the freezer. He began to chew and gnaw on it the moment she handed it to him.

The crying quieted.

“There,” she said, smoothing his dark hair back from his forehead. “Better, yeah?”

Taking him from Cassian who hadn’t said a word since she walked in, she put him back into his crib and gently rubbed his belly. Within minutes, he was asleep again.

He murmured, “Thanks. You…didn’t have to end your night early for me.” He gestured toward the front door. “You can head back out. I can— I can handle it now.”

She shook her head. “I was on the way home. Turns out I wasn’t really in the going out mood.”

Cassian nodded, and said no more. He simply watched Nyx, his chest rising and falling. Nesta gave him a curt nod and walked out, back into the hall.

Cassian followed, shutting the nursery door quietly behind him.

“You did that so effortlessly.”

Nesta stopped and turned to face him near her bedroom, a brow raised. “Effortlessly?”

“I’ve been struggling for hours and you came in, and less than five minutes… He was out.” Cassian shook his head. “I’ve known him since the day he was born and I had no idea what he wanted.”

“He’s a baby, Cassian. He doesn’t even know what he wanted.”

“You knew,” he said, exasperated, exhausted.

She blinked, not expecting the tone of his voice to have sounded so…empty.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Nesta said, looking at him, willing him to meet her eyes. He didn’t look up.

“It’s not okay,” he said, and suddenly his words were sharp. “Rhys trusted me to take care of him but I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing.”

She shook her head. “They trusted us, but they knew it wouldn’t be easy. We knew it wouldn’t be easy. We just have to take it day by day and-.”

“It’s not okay!” His words weren’t loud but they were panicked. “I have to provide for him and I can’t fucking do it if I don’t know what he needs.”

“Cassian-.”

“Why would they choose me?” He asked, his voice quiet. Tears filled his eyes. He hated himself for it. “I never even wanted kids! I have no idea what to do with a kid, Nesta. I don’t know what parents are supposed to do, what dads are supposed to do, I didn’t even fucking have one.”

Nesta remained quiet, afraid to speak, afraid to move. She had never seen Cassian like this.

She didn’t think anyone had ever seen Cassian like this.

“I don’t know what to do, I don’t know how to do this,” he repeated. “I can’t— I can’t do this.”

She knew her words would mean nothing, reassuring him that he wasn’t alone in this, that they would figure it out together. It wouldn’t help him, wouldn’t ease his mind or his heart. That heart that was still broken from the loss of his best friend, his brother. So she did something she never thought she’d do.

She closed the space between them and wrapped her arms around him.

Cassian didn’t move for a moment, he just let her slim arms wrap around his waist, not realizing that he was on the brink of losing it. He was fairly sure that right now, she was the only thing holding him together, both mentally and physically. But after a long minute, his own arms wrapped around her shoulder and he buried his face into the top of her hair. He didn’t care that his tears were soaking her hair, didn’t care that this was the woman he’d spent the past five years hating and avoiding like she was the damn plague.

He didn’t care that he was falling to pieces.

Standing in that hallway, with Nyx sleeping behind the closed bedroom door, Cassian wept, and he didn’t care who saw it.

#life as we know it #snacmc lawki #lawki #nessian #nesta archeron #cassian #acotar #acomaf #acowar #acofas #acosf

[steves-on-a-plane]

No Place Like Home (Pt 2)

Part One / Words: 1712 Pairing: Ted Lasso x Reader Summary: After taking very little time to deliberate, Reader accepts Coach Lasso's job offer and agrees to follow him to AFC Richmond as his personal assistant.

Concentrating on work the rest of the day was nearly impossible. Would it be so crazy to say yes to Coach Lasso’s offer? You genuinely enjoyed working for him and imagined it would be even easier to satisfy his chaotic whims if he were the only coach you had to cater to. The extra cash certainly wouldn’t hurt either. A surplus ten thousand a year would be a significant increase. You took out the slip of paper he’d handed you. That was when you realized the proposed salary was written in pounds sterling and not US dollars. A quick Google search had you effortlessly checking the conversion rate. If you included the extra ten thousand that Ted had offered it was actually nearly double what you were making at your current job.

“I mean I’d be insane not to take it right?” You asked your sister Anna over the phone during your lunch break.

“It sounds like you can make a boatload of cash and see the sights while doing it. Maybe even get some alone time with Coach Lasso.” Your sister teased.

“Stop! He’s married!” You laughed.

“That hasn’t stop you from bringing him up on almost every conversation we’ve had the last two years.” Anna sighed. “Still, it might be fun to do holidays in another country. Anyway, I’m not going to tell you what to do. And in case it needs to be said, you have my full support whatever you decide. Probably Mom and Mama too.”

“I appreciate it, Anna.” You smiled “I guess I’ve gotta go. I have a resignation letter to draft.”

Everything seemed to happen at lightspeed after that. You were packing morning and night, even on your lunch break whenever you could. You had to call and break the news to your moms who both managed to at least sound supportive over the phone. They promised to visit as soon as you were settled at your new place.

The Athletic Department had a grand going away party for Coach Lasso, Coach Beard, and you. You were all well like within the department and around campus. This made for a really mixed feeling around the room as you tried to mingle and offer your collogues polite good-byes. While some shared true words of encouragement, (“You’re really going to flourish there!”) others supplied what were meant to be jovial jabs you were sure, though they came off as somewhat menacing. (“We’ll still be here when you can’t hack it over there.”)

“Peas and Carrots I haven’t been in a room this divided since JT and Britney split.”  Coach Lasso whispered to you when your paths briefly crossed at the buffet table. He offered a low whistle for dramatic effect.

“Team Britney forever.” Coach Beard added even quieter from behind Ted.

“Hope all this isn’t making you regret your decision to come along with us.” Ted told you.

“Are you kidding?” You snorted. “You two are the only people in this room I actually like. I was going to be broken hearted if I was stuck here without you.”

“Well, you hear that, Coach?” Ted looked over his shoulder at his best friend. “Sounds like we’re bringing our number one fan along with us. Say, [Y/N],” His tone changed to a slightly more serious one. “I want you to know that Coach and I, we’re tickled pink you agreed to come along.”

“Wouldn’t be the Dream Team without ya.” Beard agreed. The average passerby wouldn’t know it, but you’d been working alongside the duo for two years. That sentence was high praise from Coach Beard. Dream Team. That part sounded like it had originated with Coach Lasso, but still Beard had said it. If you had any doubt that joining them was a mistake, the brief conversation was enough to convince you that it wasn’t.

The closest airport to the school in Wichita did not offer domestic flights, with meant that the following morning you, Coaches Lasso and Beard all piled into the back of a cab for your flight out of Kansas City International Airport. None of you had any bags to check, having sent most of your things along weeks ago with the movers. You had made sure you were all registered for TSA pre-check, so your pre-flight security screening was a breeze too.

“Now I know that you’ve both explained this to me about a hundred times, but I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that our flight leaves at one PM and will arrive at seven AM.” You and Coach Beard exchanged a look, trying to communicate to the other that it was in fact their turn to once again explain time zones to him.

“It’s a twelve-hour flight. Twelve hours from now it will be one AM Kansas Time. When it is one AM Kansas time it will also be Seven AM in London.” Coach Beard explained.

“Still sounds like time travel to me.” Ted insisted with a smile. “You doing okay, [Y/N]? You seem nervous.”

“It’s my first time on an international flight.” You told him. “I’ve been on a plane before. It’s about a five-hour flight home to Connecticut, but twelve hours is a long time to be stuck somewhere.”

“Well, there’s nothing to be nervous about! Me and coach’ll be there the whole time to keep you company. You can sit right next to me.” Ted gave your knee a comforting pat. The brief touch was enough to send a shiver up your spine. You began to wonder how much longer your heart could handle its little crush on Ted Lasso. Poor thing was likely to go into cardiac arrest before you even made it on the plane.

One hour, and an in-depth conversation about the International Date Line later, your flight began to board. When it was time to take your seats, Ted made sure that the two of you were seated next to each other. Beard sat directly behind Ted and cracked open the spine of Coaching Soccer for Dummies. He’d purchased several books on soccer that he planned to read through the duration of the flight.

While waiting for the rest of the passengers to board, Ted was stopped by another passenger who asked for a selfie before immediately telling the coach he was mental for doing something “so stupid.” The comment seemed to weigh on Ted as he peeked over the back of his chair at Beard. Sensing his friend’s eyes on him, Beard peeked up from his book.

“Are we nuts for doing this?” He asked Beard quietly.

“Yeah, this is nuts.” Beard nodded.

“Hey, but taking on a challenge is a lot like riding a horse, isn’t it?” Ted mused. “If you’re comfortable while you’re doing it, you’re probably doing it wrong.” Beard offered him a solum nod in agreement. The stewardess announced that the flight would be taking off soon and the lights would be going out. Everyone was required to be in their seats with their seatbelts fastened. “Good night, Coach.” He added before turning around.

“Beard you brought your own blanket?” You commented, watching him from over your shoulder. “Wish I’d though to do that.”

“Not to worry!” Ted assured you. “I brought a big enough blanket for both of us.” Ted pulled out a blanket from the backpack at his feet. It was fleece and fluffy and absolutely big enough for the two of you.

“Well, I’ve got a ton of movies downloaded to my iPad. If you’re willing to share your blanket, I’ll happy share my headphones.” You opened the library on your iPad so that Coach Lasso could see how extensive your move collection was.

“You’ve Got Mail?” Ted exclaimed when he found the title on the list. “That is one of my favorite movies.

“Mine too.” You smiled. Ted scooted a little closer to your side of his seat so that he could share his blanket with you and you told yourself you were moving closer to him to get a better view of the screen. You hoped that maybe when you were wrapped up under the blanket together that your hands might accidentally touch or perhaps your legs would brush against one another. Anything for another taste of the electric feeling that the slightest touch from him brought.

Halfway through the movie you felt your eyes begin to droop.  You attempted to fight off the sleepiness while Ted whispered his personal commentary about the film to you. You managed to stay away through the film, but you were definitely yawning while the pair of you debated your next film. When you finally arrived on The Princess Bride, you knew there was no way you’d fall make it to the end.

“If I’m not awake when this ends,” You yawn, feel free to keep watching whatever you want. “If the screen locks, the password is zero, eight, three, three.” You wondered absently as your eyes began to close if he’d figure out that your password spelled Ted. He didn’t seem to notice as his eyes were already trained on the small screen in front of him.

He’d been watching the movie for twenty minutes before he realized that you’d fallen asleep. It was another ten before he looked over to find your head resting on his shoulder. While he was wondering if he should push you off, sleeping like that couldn’t be good for your neck, you snaked both of your arms around his right arm. Ted glanced over his shoulder to seek advice from Beard who was also sleeping. He looked back at you and noticed you’d begun to smile in your sleep.

“Well, ‘least one of us is comfortable.” He commented and decided to leave it be. The truth was Ted didn’t mind the extra weight on his arm. It had been sometime since anyone, especially his wife Michelle, had wanted to hold him close like that. Not that he thought there was anything explicitly romantic about letting a young lady rest on his arm. In fact Beard had used Ted’s shoulder as a pillow on more than one away game related occasion. Still, something felt different about your hands being wrapped around his biceps that Beard’s or even Michelle’s ever did.

#Ted Lasso #Ted Lasso x Reader #Ted Lasso Fan Fiction #Ted Lasso Fan Fic #Ted Lasso FF #Ted Lasso Reader Insert

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ain't it fun? | Part five

Summary: reader just needs an NA meeting before they have a meltdown, they end up with the best friend they could ever make.

Warnings: pregnancy, chronic illness, spencer's career chance - he's a high school teacher now, they have a 1-year-old, smut at the end but not graphic.

word count: 2.8k

a/n: I imagine this is in season 10, so they've been together at least 7 years-ish now, I just jumped well into the future because I wanted to! also, Cordelia's nickname is Edie and pronounced Ee-dee !!

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“No.”

Spencer sighs, “are you going to like any of my suggestions?”

“When you give me a baby name that isn’t from some weird old male book character, then yes, I’ll take them into consideration,” she replies, hand on her stomach as she lays back against the pillows.

She was huge, 9 months pregnant and so, so close to the finish line. She was swollen and in pain and exhausted. Going off every single medication and recreational drugs to make a life was a commitment and a half, she was doing well but she was so ready to be done. To do a few more months of breastfeeding and then go back on her medications.

Spencer was terrific. He was googling and asking Penelope to research things, he had called doctors he knows and friends and did everything in his power to find a way to ease her pain even before they got pregnant. He’s taken the last 3 months off of work and he doesn’t know when he’ll go back. He has just been so, so incredible the whole time.

Naming a child was hard. You had to not only think about all the nicknames and what their initials spell, but you also had to think about how they’ll like it; if it’ll fit their personality and spirit. And most of all, is it going to get them bullied? There are some terrible kid names. Like Richard… how do you name a newborn Richard?

“I want something meaningful with a nice nickname and works with our names and her siblings,” she whispered towards him. “They need to all work together.”

“What are some of your favourites?” He asks, moving in closer and finding a way to cuddle in with her and her pregnancy pillow who has all but replaced him lately.

“I like earthy names, like Lennox, Juniper, Aspen, Elowen,” her voice is really soft, she bites her lip at the end as she thinks them over again. “And old things like Cordelia and Winnifred.”

“Which one sounds the best with Reid?”

“I like Cordelia Reid the most, and then we can call her Edie and I was thinking you can pick her middle name?” She’s been thinking about it for a while, but too afraid to know his opinions.

“Cordelia means core in Latin, which makes sense cause she already has my heart,” Spencer teased, he has made it very clear that their little girl is going to be spoiled, loved and a daddy's girl.

He took all his fears of being a bad dad and threw them out the window. He knew that just being there was all he wanted from his dad, and so that’s what he was going to do. He left the BAU for the time being, he was doing the odd lecture at the academy and answering calls for cases. They couldn’t just stop using his brain, there were some things too pressing to not ask the walking computer, but other than that, he was done.

He was looking into other jobs for when he finally decides to go back, he was unsure how long of a paternity leave he wanted. He was really content with just staying home all the time now, but he did miss going out and being useful during the days. The job he was most interested in, however, was a high school teacher.

A prep school in DC is looking into adding an Anthropology, Psychology and Sociology course to their curriculum, and they wanted Spencer. They thought he would be perfect for the seniors, he is fun and young and attentive, he can control a room and keep them entertained, and he’s probably the best teacher a kid could get.

It was going to make him a good dad too.

“I think Jade is a nice middle name,” he adds after thinking it over for a few minutes.

“Cordelia Jade Reid,” she says the full name for the first time and it just feels right, like they already know her.

—

She was very calm for a newborn baby.

She liked to just look around and blink, she licked her lips a lot and she was constantly breaking out of her swaddle. She was always happy to have cuddles with her dad and she pooped every night at exactly at 3 am, without fail. She didn’t cry a lot, but when she did it was still wonderful to hear.

They were so in love with her, she was absolutely perfect for them. She fit right into their sleeping schedule and their life, she ate like a pro, she slept most of the night and she was growing way too fast for their liking.

One day they’re crying over the fact they made a life in a tiny little hospital room, and the next thing they know she’s about to turn 1.

She’s sitting in bed with Y/N, she’s sitting in her lap with two handfuls of hair and a story to tell. She’s been babbling so much lately, she hears them talking all the time and she wants to join so badly. They indulge her, asking her to continue her thoughts and gasping at her gossip.

“No way, and what did you do next?!” She asked the little one sat in her lap.

Edie babbled on once more, smacking her tongue on the roof of her mouth as she pushed air past her vocal cords, humming and making the funniest sounds. She went on and on, she was so enthusiastic, like her father, as she waved her arms around to make her point.

“That is so fascinating, you are so cool, little Edie,” Y/N hyped her up, smiling at her as she leaned in close and pressed their noses together.

Cordelia laughed and it finally made Spencer giggle too, he had been watching from the doorway as his ‘wife’ and daughter talked in bed. They were best friends already, always talking and snuggling, learning or reading together. She was always happy when she was with one of them, she was needy and snuggly and very co-dependent but they didn’t mind, they preferred all the attention from her.

“Look who’s home,” Y/N whispered and Cordelia shot a glance towards the door, she smiled and screamed as she saw him.

“Hi Edie!” He waves at her with a smile, he takes his bag off and places it by the dresser followed by his blazer.

He gets into the bed and she instinctively reaches for a hug. He wraps her up and she snuggles right into his neck, with a fistful of his shirt, she just holds him there. She didn’t understand why he wasn’t home all day anymore, she missed him for lunch and at nap time but she loved the new routine of a snuggle when she woke up and he got home.

Spencer leans back against the pillows beside Y/N, turning his head to capture a kiss from her lips. They always just spend a quick second kissing when he gets home, even if it’s just a peck or a full-on passionate make-out, he always kisses her when he comes home. He smiles at the end of the kiss, pulling her into a hug too.

“I love Fridays,” he whispers, “Edie do you know what Fridays mean?”

She pulls away and sits up, she loves to listen to him. “Friday is the last day of the school week, which means I get to spend 2 whole days with my favourite people now.”

Edie smiled, almost like she understood what he meant, and then she was talking again, it was completely incomprehensible but they imagined she was telling him about her day.

“You forgot the part where we went to the park,” Y/N added.

Cordelia looked at her with wide eyes, “dada,” was the only word she said before babbling on again and they both stopped.

“Did she just?” Spencer was shocked and frozen still after asking.

Y/N sat up and looked right into Cordelia’s eyes, “who is that?” She pointed at Spencer.

“Dada!” She said it again and they were suddenly all squealing, even Cordelia was suddenly excited as she kept screaming dada over and over again.

“Can you say, mom? Or mama? Mummy?” Spencer tried his hardest to find an easy way for her to say it.

“Mumm,” she pushed her lips together to hum her M sound and Spencer was floored, he bounced her up and down a small amount as they cheered.

“Smartest girl in the world!” Spencer cheered her on before pulling her into another hug.

Y/N was crying softly, little tiny dreams that she didn’t even know she had were coming true every single day with them. She knew she wanted to be a mom when she was growing up, all those dreams died when her illness got worse and they all warned her that having kids would put her at risk of being moneyless and that working wasn’t an option to even support them. Let alone the threat of them taking them away just because of her autism or depression possibly being considered ‘too bad’ to care for them.

Spencer took all those fears and he kicked them out. Every day she got to experience the most precious gifts the world had to offer, her daughter was perfect and her husband was incredible. Together they were a perfect little family that ran on trust, love, and communication. Always talking, always hugging, always there for each other.

—

They crawl into bed much later than they expected to. Cordelia didn’t want to go to bed, she was trying her hardest to keep staying awake to spend time with them but eventually, sleep won. They finally placed her in her crib with her white noise and her complete darkness and closed her door for the next few hours of peace.

They both let out a deep sigh before rolling to face one another. “How was your day?” He asks, like always.

“Good,” she smiles, “I think having a kid and getting on her schedule was the best thing I’ve ever done actually, cause I’m sleeping on time, I’m eating when she does and I’m outside a lot more. She’s given me this purpose and it’s rewarding on my body.”

Spencer moves in so he can kiss her nose, “I love hearing that.”

“How was your class today?” She asks back, loving his little stories about all the 17 and 18-year-olds that were fascinated by him. As well as the kids who thought it was cool to try and pick on him before getting the shit verbally kicked out of them in front of the whole class.

It was interesting seeing him in a form of authority, he never really took charge at the BAU, she’s never seen him yell at his friends and he’s never really yelled at her either. He’s been incredibly calm, so to see him verbally tear someone apart by acknowledging their biggest flaws to make sense of why they feel the need to bully, it was pretty intense.

“They were a lot better today, they enjoyed the lesson and the kids that were giving me trouble skipped, I guess he really didn’t appreciate me calling him out that bad on Tuesday,” Spencer smirked, rolling his eyes like he cared.

“I still can’t believe that he thought it was okay to call you names in front of other students, where is the respect these days?”

“Well,” he’s about to do what he always does. He can never be truly mad at someone because he knows why everyone does what they do and that they can’t help it. “In his file, it says his parents are newly divorced, we get a list of all the kids information on the attendance like allergies and things, but also small info like life changes in case they act out.”

“Doesn’t mean he can call you the f slur,” she whispers, “all because you wore a purple shirt?”

“If I met his father I’d probably get an answer for that,” he adds, “if he’s afraid to show his emotions around his son, it’s probably why his son thinks colours are gay.”

It makes her laugh, “you look hot in purple too so I don’t see the problem?”

“Do I?” He teases, getting in even closer and pressing their bodies together.

She rolls her eyes before wrapping her arms around him and leaning forward for a quick kiss, “I think you look sexy all the time.”

He kisses her as a thank you, “I think the same about you.”

“Even when I haven’t showered in 2 days because she cries if she can’t see me and she cries if she gets wet?” Y/N laughed, annoyed but in love with their little monster at the same time.

“Always,” he reminds her. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” she kisses him again after.

There are probably a million more things to share from the day, but they spend their time kissing instead. It’s been too long since they’ve just rolled around in the sheets making out like they did in the beginning. Before they ever had sex, before they had kids and a house and a love as strong as they do now.

A part of them missed the early days when everything was new and exciting, but she also loved the fact that they knew each other so well that they didn’t have to communicate anymore. They ran like 1 unit, always completing the other person's thoughts, needs and wants. They were so unbelievably happy.

She wants him badly and he wants her just as much, and he’s about to take her when she pulls back. “Nope, as much as I love her I can’t get pregnant again for at least another year.”

It makes him laugh as he pulls away and rolls over to look through his nightstand for a condom, “it wouldn’t be that bad?”

“You carry it then, seahorse it up,” she teased. “I like being back on my medicine, I need some time to be okay before I go through all that again.”

Once he’s all situated in the latex and back between her legs, he hovers over her, so close that their lips are touching ever so slightly. “I am fine if it’s just the three of us forever.”

“I’m not,” she smiles, “there will be 4 of us one day, just not today.”

With that, she’s pulling him into another kiss as he pushing inside. It’s a feeling she’s accustomed to but will never be used to, it’s a stretch that shouldn’t be as intoxicating as it is. She holds him closer as she plays with his tongue in her mouth.

He was so good at everything he did, especially the sex. He knew every single part of her body now and exactly how to push all her buttons the right way. She could live in the moment of his pumping in and out of her while his thumb circled her clit and his other hand groaned her breasts. Eventually, he kissed down her throat and she was a mess of breathy moans and low gasps.

Writing in the sheets, her legs wrap around him as she tried to pull him in even closer. It was impossible to get closer but he was still too far away, she wanted to absorb him and live in him forever. He was her safe place and she never wanted to be anywhere else.

As her orgasm bubbled, so did his. The both of them gasping and panting, she whined as she breached the edge and gripped his back, “Spence!”

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he whispered before fucking into her harder and faster, pushing her through it as he reached his own.

His movements on her clit never stopped and suddenly one felt like two and she wasn’t sure when the rush was going to stop and she didn’t care when it did. It was powerful, soothing and euphoric. A high she could live in for a while and return to it without problem as long as she had him.

He came with a small moan, trying to keep quiet as he muffled it into her neck, stilling his hips on his last thrust and dropping onto her more. Her hands were all over his back as she pressed kisses to his forehead, coming down but not wanting the love to stop there.

The love was never going to stop there for them. Their love was never-ending, and somehow as she held him there in her arms and felt his breath on his neck, she turned to see the baby monitor with their peaceful child sound asleep down the hall, she loved him even more now somehow.

Loving Spencer Reid was like falling down a bottomless pit. She never knew when she was going to reach the end, but she was content with falling.

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Judging the Danganronpa x Sanrio character pairings

You may have already heard that a DANGANRONPA X SANRIO line of crossover merch was announced a few days ago! Which is obviously AMAZING, because they’re combining cutesy characters that have often been marketed to wee children with everybody’s favorite murderdeathkill game! I LOVE IT.

I have a niece who went through a Sanrio/Hello Kitty phase, so I actually know a few of these characters. In turn, this means that I have THOUGHTS on how the DR1 and Sanrio cast were paired up.

Granted, I still had to look up a lot of these guys and read about them. But now I feel adequately educated to the point where I can judge just how well the Danganronpa and Sanrio pairings actually match up. 

Makoto Naegi/Cinnamoroll - Obviously this totally works because Makoto IS something of a cinnamon roll, eh? EH? But Cinnamoroll is said to be shy albeit still very friendly. He also likes to seek out fun new adventures. So, aside from “very friendly,” I’m not sure that this sounds like Makoto. I also doubt that calling a character a “cinnamon roll” is common slang in Japan. So this is whatever.

Sayaka Maizono/Wish Me Mell - Mell has the power to connect people’s hearts by simply stating the feelings they keep inside. She was initially withdrawn and believed she didn’t have any friends, but the people who cared for her finally broke through her shell and convinced her that she DOES have friends. So uh, Maizono... I guess music can also bring out people’s feelings? And perhaps you could plausibly HC that Sayaka has often felt like her surrounding friends were “fake” and only there because of her celebrity status. There’s not really much to go on here. 

Leon Kuwata/Tiran - Tiran is an orange T-rex that is said to be scatterbrained but still a strong and reliable leader. Meanwhile, Leon has orange hair, and he’s certainly strong and kind of scatterbrained sometimes. It sorta works.

Kyoko Kirigiri/Marroncream - Marroncream is bright, positive, and fashionable. She is talented at making crafts and sweets. She lives in Paris. She has nearly nothing in common with Kyoko, although Kyoko did live abroad a lot in her younger years. So I could try to latch onto the Paris thing.

Hifumi Yamada/Pokopon - Pokopon is a raccoon that loves to read but dislikes ghosts and “the thunder god.” (uh... what?) He also finishes his sentences with the unusual suffix “-das.” Of course, Hifumi loves to write (which certainly is connected to reading), and he likes to end all names with a weird suffix (”-dono”), so I can see how they might make a cute pair.

Kiyotaka Ishimaru/Pekkle - Pekkle is a duck who is good-natured and kind. He loves to sing and dance. It kind of sounds like he should’ve been matched with Sayaka, but instead he’s here with Taka. While Ishimaru is definitely a good person, I don’t think most people would immediately describe him as “kind.” And he certainly isn’t known for his love of music.

Yasuhiro Hagakure/Monkichi - Monkichi is a laid-back, easygoing guy who is upbeat and loves puns. His dream is to become a poet. It’s said that once he sets his mind on something, there is no stopping him! And in comparison, Hagakure is... well, he’s kind of laid-back in the sense that he’s kind of lazy? But he’s actually pretty high-stress a lot of the time, too. Honestly, there’s not much linking the two.

Chihiro Fujisaki/Kurousa and Shirousa - Shirousa is the white one and is the older sibling to Kurousa, the brown one. Shirousa is described as an energetic leader and Kurousa is described as being nice but lazy. They like to make cakes. What does any of this have to do with Chihiro? Beats me. This particular pairing is nonsense.

Byakuya Togami/Badtz-Maru - Badtz-Maru is said to have a bad attitude and dreams of being “the boss of everything” when he grows up. He tends to act a bit selfish, and he mocks things he dislikes/disagrees with. He enjoys expensive food and collecting photos of movie villains. With the exception of that last point, I’d have to say that this sounds like a near-perfect match for Togami.

Mondo Owada/Goropikadon - The Goropikadon are a group of cave boys whose actual names are Goro (blue hair), Pika (pink hair), and Don (teal hair). Goro is always hungry and joking around. PIka is a thoughtful, shy mama’s boy. Don is serious and places a high value on honesty. Overall, I suppose that how quick Mondo is to get angry and resort to violence kind of makes him seem like a stereotypical caveman? But in terms of their distinct personalities, only Don’s focus on honesty rings true for Mondo. 

Toko Fukawa/Lloromannic - Another multi-character one. The Llormannic are a pair of creatures named Berry (the black one, who is male) and Cherry (the pink one, who is female). They are mischievous and love to play pranks on humans. Cherry was originally alone and created Berry for companionship; however, she mixed up her magic spell ingredients and used salt when she meant to use sugar, which resulted in Berry turning out to be a more hostile being than Cherry. I suppose the fact that Berry is a darker creation of Cherry’s sort of reflects the relationship between Toko and her other self, Genocide(r) Syo/Jack. However, Berry and Cherry are still best friends. Toko and Syo/Jack are definitely not that.

Celestia Ludenberg/Kuromi - Kuromi is the rival of a bunny named “My Melody” who doesn’t appear in this promotion. Kuromi is said to look “tough and punk” in her jester’s hat with the pink skull on it, but in reality she is very girly. She enjoys writing in her diary, reading romance books, cooking, and checking out good-looking guys. I suppose Celestia did have that dream of living in a mansion where she was served by handsome guys dressed as vampires? So... they both like hot guys? But that’s all I’ve got here. Pretty sure this pairing only exists for aesthetic reasons. And admittedly, their aesthetics mesh very well.

Aoi Asahina/Keroppi - Keroppi lives with his family on the edge of Donut Pond. He is bubbly, a fantastic swimmer and, because of the name of his home pond, is often associated with donuts and/or things that are donut-shaped. Ok, so this was an obvious pairing, then. They nailed it. Probably the single best pairing they came up with.

Sakura Ogami/My Sweet Piano - Yes, the character’s name is literally “My Sweet Piano.” She’s described as soft, kind, and girly. Given Sakura’s secret love of girly things, I can see how this soft, pink, girly sheep would be something she’d love to be around. 

Junko Enoshima (...?)/Hello Kitty - Hello Kitty (a.k.a. Kitty White) is described by Sanrio as “cute, bright, sweet, kind-hearted and tomboyish.” They also say that Kitty is very close with her sister, Mimmy. As for Junko... look, the only reason I think maybe this is supposed to be Junko is because Mukuro already has her own Sanrio matchup (see the next entry), but in terms of her appearance, this “Junko” sure looks like it’s “Junkuro.” The telltale sign is that giant bow on the left side of the head, which only Mukuro-as-Junko has ever worn. I doubt we’re supposed to be thinking that they did two Mukuros in two different outfits, though? 

It’s like this: If it’s Junko, well, I guess both Junko and Kitty are icons within their respective brands. And Junko tries to put on a “cute and bright” exterior persona, I guess? But that’s pretty thin. On the other hand, if this is Mukuro in disguise, this is actually a semi-decent matchup! Mukuro is arguably tomboyish and certainly very close to her sister (at least from her own perspective), so these two are not without their parallels. 

In either case, both Kitty and the Unknown Despair Sister have a big bow on the left side of their head. Which I think is the real reason they’ve been paired, honestly.

Mukuro Ikusaba/Little Twin Stars - Kiki and Lala are a pair of twins that were born on December 24th. Mukuro is one half of a pair of twins ALSO born on December 24th. Instant connection! Kiki (the blue-haired boy) loves fishing and inventing things. He is curious and cheeky. Lala (the pink-haired girl) loves drawing, writing poems, and cooking. She is rather timid. In short, the “twins with the same birthdate” thing is the only thing connecting Mukuro to these two. Still, it’s not bad.

Also, the most amazing thing to come out of this team-up so far HAS TO BE MonoKitty. Hello Kitty cosplaying as our favorite psychotic MurderBear? How great is that? SELL ME MERCH OF MONOKITTY.

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Finding Peace

C!Technoblade x GN!Reader

Series Summary : All Techno has ever known is blood and war, in a world unknown to most. All you’ve ever known is a small village, that houses a mystical monument that  as something more. Curiosity always held the reputation of killing those who acted upon it, but for you, following it only sent you down a series of events that lead you to the lands of the Dream SMP and into the arms of the blood god.

A/n : Uhhh i think its pretty obvious who this is about but lets pretend we dont 😀the beginning is going to be a little slow, Techno doesnt come in until chapter two and chapter one it just introducing the reader and stoof but yh! Feedback and comments always appreciated 🥰

Chapter Warnings : Pretty angsty, argument between partners

Word Count : 1.1k

SERIES MASTERLIST / Send me an ask if you want to be tagged in the series :D

♔ Prologue ♔

“He won’t be safe here.” The man spoke sternly, his accent strong and thick but with the slight crack that matched the tears forming in his eyes. Usually it was something she adored, hearing the  foreign language fall from his tongue with such intensity. She’s never heard anything like it, the fire and emotion that could be expressed through someone's words without violence or blood, or the genuine softness without gifts and meaningful touches.

But right then his words only brought dread and pain, stabbing her in the heart with every syllable. They weren’t like the stories he told her from his book full of fairy tales, the stories of princes and princesses, and fairies and mermaids. They weren’t like the random facts and myths he got lost in while venturing the fields or caves.

This was something real, something true.

Something that might tear down her world in one swift movement if she didn’t make the right choices.

“You must take him back with you!” he cried, “If he’s left here the people will have him burnt at the stake before sunrise.”

“As safe as he is here, he is in there.” she snapped back, grunted lowly under her breath, “He won’t last a day, I don’t have the materials to keep him safe.”

“Then let’s find them!” he exclaimed desperately, “Sneak into the mines and gather them ourselves! We already have the food, the water, if the only thing you need is gold-”

“-And iron, and diamonds, much more that the entire village could muster in a day.” her jaw clenched at his words, as much as she didn’t want to admit it, she had to, for the sake of her family and for herself.

She didn’t have magic powers or special spells that could help her. The weapons on her back could only do so much. She was backed into a corner, facing the consequences of her reckless actions. But she came to an agreement with that a long time ago, she knew her past would catch up to her eventually, but she never thought it would happen so soon. 

And she didn’t take into consideration the close bonds she would make along the way. She knew she would meet people, rude and harsh people along with good and generous ones. Never did she think she would find one that would take her heart.

“I’m sure we could at least get something more than what we have-”

“Darling.” She needed to stop him, she needed to make him understand the situation they were forced into, the situation she brought upon them. 

“I could do some quick trading, I’m sure the swords smith must be up at this hour-”

“Darling-”

“If we try, I'm sure of it, we could get everything. It may seem impossible but we’ve done the impossible before!”

“There isn’t enough time!” she shouted, banging her fist against the wall in a fit of rage. Pain shot up her arm and she let it, she let it take over and for a spit second it took over the sadness and fear clouding her mind, replacing it with something much more bearable. Something she was used to.

She felt the presence of her husband behind her, his hand moving to rest on her shoulder, a gesture meant to calm her down. Her head fell naturally against his cold skin, nuzzling into it with her eyes closed, focusing on his touch.

“Honey-”

“Don’t-” she choked a sob, “Don’t call me that... Not now.”

“Sorry, sorry,” He mumbled, moving his hand to her cheek. She turned around to face the man in front of her, pointy ears twitching at the touch.

“Trust me.” She whispered, placing her hand over her lover’s, “Please. This is the best thing we could do.”

She could see the conflict happening behind his eyes as they moved back and forth between hers. It was a lot to ask of him, to trust someone who brought all of this on him in the first place. But she had a plan, as shaky as it was, she had faith that it would work.

That the universe wasn’t that cruel.

She had to believe it. For him and for her son.

He finally sighed, leaning in and gently kissing her forehead, letting his lips linger, “Okay love, I will.” 

“Mama? Dada?” a squeaky voice sounded from the door, snapping the couple out of their anguish.

Their son stood by the entrance, on hand rested lightly on the frame while the other clutched a small stuffed baby pig. By the haunted look and his face and shaky frame, she already knew what might have happened to wake him up.

“Is it the voices again?”

The child sniffed, clutching on to the stuffed animal, keeping it close to his chest, “They- they wouldn’t stop shouting,”

She gave a knowing glance to her husband, letting him handle their son while she continued to pack her things into her beaten up satchel. With every item she stuffed into a small space, she felt her body hunch over more and more, her hand shooting to the wall for support. 

It hurt. Every bone in her body told her to stay, told her that she was leaving a life behind that was worth living, that was worth everything. But if she needed to protect her everything, she needed to leave it behind. It was a mistake, it was always a mistake but she was too stubborn to admit it. Creatures like her didn’t deserve a perfect life, her son was proof of that.

While she loved him with all her heart, he was born with something she couldn’t protect him from. A curse meant to spite her for her actions. A curse of no silence, the curse of blood lust that could never be satiated. She saw the way his eyes lit up every time she took him out hunting or the rage that happened behind them when one of the villagers made a comment on her unusual hair colour.

He wasn’t born for the world, he was born for chaos. 

He was born from chaos.

“Are you coming?” her husband sounded, their son clinging to his chest, “He was always a mama’s boy, no matter how much he’s clinging to me right now.”

She smiled at his joke, eyes drawn to her son’s wide, gold eyes staring back at her with nothing but awe and happiness. Her job was to make sure that it stayed on his face for most of his life, that he was safe. And as his parent and that’s what she was going to do, whether it killed her or not.

And for now, she would keep him safe by lulling him to sleep.

“Of course.” She walked over, snuggling her nose to the child’s forehead before placing a soft kiss to the skin, “Where's your crown mister?”

He giggled, tucking his face into his father’s chest, “On my bedside with Steve,” his voice lowered to a whisper, “He’s protecting it for me.” 

“Oh is he now?” She teased, ruffling his soft pink hair, “Well let’s give him some company hmm?”

He smiled but she could see the pain behind his eyes to do so. The sight broke her heart but she didn’t linger on it. Instead, she took him into her arms, letting him bury his head into the crook of her neck, following her husband as he led them back to his bedroom, forgetting about the horrors of her life for just a little bit longer.

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The Escort

Walter Marshall x Reader

Words: 2,064

Warnings: none

Happy super late Valentine’s, Cavillry! As usual, this is a very very late upload but in my defense, it does say in my bio that I am a procrastinator soooo... Anyway, I’m really excited about this miniseries because I love the movie (The Wedding Date, 2005) and I really wanted to write Walter, I hope I do him justice!

Feedback (good and bad!) means the world to me as rookie writer, so I hope you’ll like, reblog and leave me some replies!

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You could not believe you were doing this. You just couldn't. But there you were doing it, even though your mind screeched at you to stop and save a little dignity for yourself.

The fact that you even considered doing this was already a serious loss of dignity points, so what the hell. People did this all the time, didn’t they? There wouldn’t be a whole network of people clumped into this app if it wasn’t a normal occurrence.

It just wasn’t a normal occurrence for you.

Once you filled your head with rationalisations to make yourself feel better, you took a deep breath and began browsing through what the great city of New York had to offer.

Z, 6’, loving hands, fit, athletic, good manners, for water sports, caramel complexion.

For water sports? What in the hell did that mean? And that single initial in place of an actual name? Serial killer vibes. No, thank you.

Lenny, 6’2”, pretty fit Italian, excellent dinner companion, all occasions catered.

Alright. Okay. Now we’re talking. Tall, European, excellent dinner companion equals to good conversationalist, accommodating. Lenny goes on the list of possibilities.

Terry, 6’, my soft voice will arouse you, my strong hands will pleasure you,  let me show you how a woman should be treated, hourly/overnight rates.

Oh no no no. Major creep vibes from Terry. That ad alone had you reaching for another long swig of wine.

Joey, 5’8”, are you into champagne?, bodybuilder, will treat you like a queen.

“If you like piña coladas…” you sang in not even remotely the right key, topping off your drink

Josh, 5’9”, I can make you feel sexy and wanted. Fit, sensual, strong.

“Well!” you exclaimed drunkenly, almost spilling wine on your couch, “Tough beans, Josh! I don’t need a man to make me feel sexy and wanted!” you faltered a bit, your drunk mind still seeing the holes in your logic

“I just… Need a man to help me not look like a tragic spinster in front of my family and my ex...”

With that thought fresh in your mind, you reached for some more wine.

The ads went on and on as you scrolled through your phone, it was all a little overwhelming, how were you going to make sure you weren't hiring some psychopathic serial killing pervert to pose as your date to your sister's wedding?

The groan you let out bounced off the walls of your apartment. The reality of your situation was sinking in little by little. 

Yes. You were hiring a male escort for your sister's wedding. It was your baby sister's wedding, by the way. You were a hundred percent aware that what you were doing was completely and utterly pathetic but you’ve already weighed the pros and cons in your head countless times.

Showing up alone: pitying looks, whispering behind your back, having to face ex by yourself, staggering levels of embarrassment.

Showing up with handsome -hired- date: mother can finally get off your back, date is more handsome than ex, ex will want to shrivel up and die, no one will know date is male escort except you and him.

Now, let’s break down some of the guests just for the sake of being thorough. 

There’s your slightly overbearing mother (slightly meaning every call you have with her opens with the question: “how's your love life, dear?” or “I have the most amazing man to set you up with!”), all of her judgy eagle-eyed friends (mostly rich widows whose sons your mom shamelessly shoves your way), your extended family (some terrifyingly old school great aunts and uncles who will definitely ask if you’re married and smile sympathetically when you say you’re not), and last but certainly not the least, Jeffrey, your ex-fiancé (best man, but apparently not the best man for you, his words not yours).

"Lordy fuck." you exhaled hard, chugging your wine straight from the bottle

How on earth did you get here? Sitting alone in your apartment, working your way through your second bottle of wine (or third? Who was keeping count?), clicking on ads that spoke of "hot single males in your area" waiting to meet you.

Would it be fair to pin it all on the end of your engagement?

Picturing that moment, you decided that it was only fair. Those were five years of your life you would never get back, you were prepared to sign on for more but, yeah.

You were blindsided, that's the only way to describe it. All the while, you thought that you and Jeffrey were on the same page, at the same place in life. You were the golden couple, the couple that all the other couples wished they could be, when you two walked past, girlfriends would give their boyfriends a slap on the shoulder that meant, "Why can't we be more like them?"

It was so out of nowhere, one minute you were discussing wedding cake options over dinner, then suddenly you're putting the ring in his palm, completely in shock. 

After that, you threw yourself into your work despite the fact that you were already a budding workaholic to begin with. That's how you ended up earning six figures a year. 

Six figure salary, check. Doing pretty well in life all things considered, check.

But even with all that, there weren't any conversations over casseroles and cobblers about your many achievements. Nope, your mother and her friends would much rather discuss their worries that you would essentially, die alone.

Your little sister, Amy, getting married before you didn't exactly help to put a lid on all the chatter. And with Jeffrey being the best man? And you being maid of honour? 

It was a disaster waiting to happen.

Maybe you could make up an excuse believable enough to get you off the hook so you wouldn’t have to go?

Were you really thinking about bailing on your little sister’s wedding? If she wasn’t taking cues from your mother, it would be the only one she ever had.

Not one of your finest moments as a sibling.

With the complications of your situation fully realised, you took to reading the ads with a little more effort. Luckily, you didn’t have to look for long.

Nick, 6’, male, tall, good looking, strong build. You will not be disappointed.

The ad was considerably less flashy than the others but you supposed that’s what drew you to it in the first place. It was understated, simple, and his ad wasn’t entirely made up of overcompensating flexing pics.

Mostly because he didn’t need them.

Call off the search, send the boys home. You had a winner here!

Staring up at you from your phone screen was the most handsome man you have ever seen in your life. Literally.

A mane of thick, artfully disheveled curly hair, eyes that were a light shade of blue that had a sort of dark intensity and intelligence that you could spend days trying to understand, and a smile. Oh, that smile was absolutely suckerpunching. It was odd though, something in your head was telling you that this man did not smile often.

You couldn’t tell if the warmth blooming in your chest and creeping towards your cheeks was from all the wine or from examining this prime specimen. Jeez Louise!

“Phew!” you fanned yourself upon stumbling on a photo of him crossing his arms in a tank top. Good God, you hoped he had a license for those guns!

You had to set your phone down for a minute to think things through although it seemed absolutely nuts that you had to think twice at all. It’s just that after the initial excitement and hormones wore off, it was becoming more and more evident that this man was too good to be true.

Just look at him! Were there actually men that looked like that? And why didn’t they live closer to you? A quick sweep of his profile placed him in Minneapolis.

What were the crime rates like there? And did they have a high rate of murders relating to escort services?

Before you could even google anything related to that, you stopped yourself. If you kept at this rate, you would never get anything done! Finally, after a methodical deliberation (aka ogling the pictures on his ad), you saved Nick’s contact number to your phone.

Aaand that’s as far as you’d go for the night. You could call him tomorrow when you weren’t a floundering drunk. It was like your mother always said, “Always be sober for a business transaction, but anything else calls for a cocktail.”

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The following morning, you sat at your little breakfast nook, eggs still piping hot and untouched, and a hangover in full effect. You’ve been staring at the phone number for so long, you could say it in your sleep.

Come on, Y/N, the wedding is five freaking days away.

What if this guy was fully booked? You didn’t want to spend five days surrounded by family with Mr. my-soft-voice-will-arouse-you, did you?

You slammed your finger down on the call icon and stuck the phone to your ear. Your heart beat faster and faster with every ring and your palms became so slick with sweat that you almost dropped your phone a couple of times. 

Maybe you should have taken your mother up on the multiple occasions that she wanted to set you up with someone. Alright, on second thought, you didn’t really want to be with someone who only looked good on paper but was actually an insufferable mama’s boy.

“Hello?” a male voice answered, catching you off-guard

Oh, God. Okay, you’re really doing this.

“Yes, hi! Hi. Uh, I’m looking for Nick!” you chirped, in a startled high pitched squeak you didn’t dare recognise as your own

The silence on the other end was starting to make you sweat behind the knees. It suddenly dawned on you that you didn’t mention any specifics.

“Uh, sorry! I got this number from the, uh, the ad. I’m looking for Nick?”

“Yes! Yes, that’s right, but Nick isn’t in right now. This is his manager.”

Was that a good sign? That a male escort had a manager? Did all male escorts have managers? You clearly didn’t know enough about this stuff.

“It’s a pleasure, Mister..?”

There was another beat of silence before the person on the other line answered, you tried your hardest not to overthink about what that could have meant.

“Foley! I’m Foley, Nick’s manager.” Mr. Foley’s voice returned to your ear, sounding much too bright for your liking. 

Christ, what were you, a cop? To be honest, you were exhausted. Despite all the alcohol in your system last night, you barely got any sleep. You spent the rest of the night reading through some reviews of Nick’s service as an escort.

He had a glittering five star rating.

One woman hired him to pose as her husband at a high school reunion and by the end of the night, she ended up proposing to him. He respectfully declined and even bought her dinner afterwards.

That review alone was enough to convince you that you would be in good hands. So, it was time to buckle down, swallow the nerves, and handle your business like the adult you were.

“Mr. Foley,” you shook your hair out and put on your professional voice. “I’d like to book your client for five days, give or take. I need a plus one for a wedding. Is he available to leave on the-”

“Please hold. I’ll check his schedule.”

“Oh. But I didn’t mention when I-”

“He’s available. Would you prefer to pick him up at JFK or will he meet you at your place of residence?”

“Oh. Uh, I guess I could pick him up. Do I pay for his ticket or..?” you were feeling a teensy bit of whiplash at how fast this was all going

There was some rustling on the other line and the muffled sounds of bickering. You tried not to let that concern you.

“We’ll handle that, Ms. Y/L/N. We have your number, we’ll be in touch for further details. Good bye.”

The line went dead and you were left staring at your phone in confusion. Did you tell him your name?

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Hey I loved your imagine we’re readers thinks she’s a bad mom to James. It was so cute, maybe you could do a part two where he’s going into his first year of school and he’s a little scared and has a moment with his mom

mixed with this request: harry being a cute dad pls. 

part two of this imagine

pairing: harry potter x reader 

warning(s): pg, literally just cute 

word count: 1.6k

a/n: this was not supposed to be this long at all but i just couldn’t stop. kids make me melt. also yes, i totally changed albus’ name to remus because i cannot stand that harry named his child after those two. sorry not sorry. 

Ten and a half years later, it was finally James’ first day of Hogwarts. The day you would be boarding your eldest child onto the Hogwarts Express to the castle that you and your husband had met in all those years ago. 

As you and your husband walked through King’s Cross with your three children, you kept a close eye on your eldest. He was pushing his trolley with his head held high, showing a bit of confidence and excitement for his first day, but you could sense the nervous energy radiating off of him. Your baby was scared and you knew it. 

You could see it in the way he was holding the handle a little too tight, his knuckles turning white. The way he kept darting his eyes around, looking at everyone and anyone who passed. The way he would follow people’s eyes just to see if they were staring at his Dad, a person he assumed he could never live up to even if he never said it aloud. 

When you got to the wall before 9 and ¾, James shot you a nervous glance but went to steel himself. You and Harry had done a good job of explaining to him what to expect, along with his older cousins from the Weasley’s, but it was always a little nerve wracking running at a brick wall. 

“C’mon,” you said gently, holding a hand out for him to take while placing the other one of the trolley to help him push. 

He reluctantly took it, giving you the true sass of an eleven year old boy. But when he gripped it, he squeezed tight as you began pushing the cart quickly at the wall. 

Next thing you knew, you were on the other side and facing the Hogwarts Express, just as big and red as you had remembered it. You heard James give a small laugh of relief besides you and you turned down to give him a smile. 

“Exciting, isn’t it?” You asked him, taking the trolley from him to maneuver it through the groups of families easily. You knew Harry would catch up to you eventually. He had the two little ones in tow after all. 

“Yeah, yeah,” James mumbled, looking around with a mix of excitement and nerves. He was overwhelmed to say the least. 

You came to a stop against a wall, a spot you deemed good enough for your husband to find you, and looked down at your son. “Are you nervous?” You asked him bluntly. You had always taught him to be upfront with his emotions, bottling things up was never good. 

He didn’t reply, just looked down at his shoes as he scuffed them along the ground. 

“Hey, hey. Look at me,” you coaxed gently, a finger coming up underneath his chin to tilt his head up. “It’s okay to be nervous. It’s your first day. No one expects you to not be nervous. I was so nervous on my first day that I almost threw up. And Dad didn’t even know what Platform 9 and ¾ was, so you’re doing much better than either of us, honestly,” you told him with a small giggle, a smile coming to his own face. 

“I just- I dunno- I just don’t want people to compare me to Dad,” he said honestly, the first time he had ever admitted it out loud. 

“No one with any sense will compare you to your father. He’s told you before that everything he accomplished was pure luck. You’ll have so much more than that. That’s why he did what he did. We all did. So you could just go to school, and learn, and have fun, and be a kid. That’s all anyone wants for you, baby,” you told him. He scowled at the pet name, but you could feel the nerves leaving his body. “No one wants you, or expects you, to be your Dad.” 

You watched as he took a deep breath, then suddenly he was throwing himself at you. His gangly arms flung around your middle and squeezed, his head buried into your chest. “I’ll miss you a lot, Mum,” you heard him say, muffled through your clothes. 

You fought to keep the tears at bay while you wrapped him in your arms. “I’ll miss you too, sweetheart. So much. You can write to me anytime you want. And if it’s a real emergency, I’m sure Uncle Nev will let you use his Floo. We won’t be far,” you told him, gently stroking his back. 

You were immediately brought back to all the days you had thought you had been a bad mother. Of all the days James had spent crying inconsolably, the days James would throw tantrum after tantrum, the days James would opt for his father over you. But at the end of it all, he was a mama’s boy and never hid it, living proof of the good mother you had become. 

James pulled away just as Harry arrived with Remus and Lily following closely behind him. Harry shot you a look of concern, but you brushed him off with a smile, a silent sigh of letting him know everything was fine. 

“Gonna help me with all this?” Harry asked James with a boyish smile, referencing his small hoard of belongings on the trolley. 

James went with Harry, leaving you with the two little ones to answer all of their questions about the big red train. You told them stories of the lady with the candy trolley and the time you had bumped into their father in sixth year where he had subsequently, and rather nervously, asked you if you wanted to come to Hogsmede with him on the first outing of the year. 

As you spoke, you watched Harry and James. So identical yet so different. You watched as Harry did most of the heavy lifting, leaving James to giggle at his struggle. You watched as Harry made him laugh at Merlin knows what, but it brought a smile to your face nonetheless. And you watched as Harry slipped a blank piece of parchment out of his jacket pocket and handed it to James, leaning close to share some serious words. James looked elated and you only knew that it meant trouble. You knew exactly what that parchment was. 

Harry walked back over with James, an arm slung around his son’s shoulder as James struggled to quickly hide what his father had given him in his own jacket pocket. 

You said your goodbyes and you couldn’t help but grow teary-eyed. You knew it would be like this every year until Lily graduated but you couldn’t help it. Not having your children under your roof just didn’t feel right, even if you knew they would be at Hogwarts. A place you had fought to assure was the safest place they could be. 

“I love you guys,” James said, throwing his arms around the both of you one last time. 

“I love you too,” you and Harry said at the same time, both of you pulling him close. 

You clutched Harry’s hand as you watched James step onto the train, immediately catching up with his red haired cousins. A few tears you couldn’t hold back were streaming down your face, but Harry quickly brushed them off when he looked at you, realizing you couldn’t rip your eyes away from the spot your son had disappeared into. 

“Why’s Mommy crying?” You heard Lily ask, finally ripping you away from your thoughts and back down to the two children in front of you. 

“She’s just gonna miss James. We all are,” Harry answered for you, scooping your daughter into his arms, never once letting go of his grip on your hand. 

“I want to go to Hogwarts,” Remus pouted as the four of you left the platform, bringing a small smile to your face. 

“In a few years, darling. Until then you’re all mine,” you told him, squeezing his hand gently. 

“What was that all about when we walked up?” Harry asked you quietly, noticing that both of the kids were distracted by all the sights and sounds around them. 

“He was nervous. Talked him down a bit. Then he told me he’d miss me,” you said with a smile, a memory you would always cherish. 

“I didn’t get an ‘I’ll miss you’,” Harry replied indignantly. 

“Guess I’m the favorite after all,” you said with a giggle. 

“We still have two more to settle that debate with,” he argued, flashing you a quick wink. 

“Sure. Also, did you give him what I think you gave him?” You said, completely switching topics to talk about what you really needed to address. 

Harry blushed and gave a subtle nod of his head, not wanting to admit it out loud. 

“If he gets into trouble just know you’re handling any and all letters that come from McGonagall,” you told him with a roll of you eyes. 

He only laughed and gave you a shrug. “I think I can handle that. I’ve gotten out of enough trouble with McGonagall before. I was one of her favorites after all,” he said cockily, forcing you to roll your eyes again. The Chosen One aura around him never truly went away even after all these years it seemed. 

“Now who wants ice cream?” He asked the little ones, causing them to cheer. 

He shot you a small smirk, a small victory in becoming the kids favorite of the day, but you knew you would win that fight in the long run. You always would if James was any proof of it.

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Sicktember Day 15: Quarantine Word Count: 1391 Author: aquietwritingcorner/realitybreakgirl Rating: K/G Characters: Alphonse Elric, Riza Hawkeye Warning: Summary: After getting his body back, Alphonse has to be in quarantine for a bit. At least he’s not alone though. Notes: Heavily based on some headcanons that both Al and Riza would have been high risk infection patients following the Promised Day. Al for the state of his body and being in what was basically total isolation for years, and Riza because of the blood loss. Sticking the two of them together in a room for a bit just made sense (and gave me an excuse for a touch of Mama Hawk) AO3 || ff.net

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Quarantine

Alphonse looked out the window and sighed. He could see it all out there. The trees, the grass, the blue sky. The sunlight streamed in through the window, warm and bright, and he basked in it.

But it wasn’t enough.

He wanted to be out there.

He wanted to be in the world.

He wanted to feel it.

He sighed.

“Something wrong, Alphonse?”

The voice that spoke was quiet, rough, light, but it was enough to get his attention, and he looked over at it. Lieutenant Hawkeye was in her bed, a book held in her hands. She was carefully propped up on pillows, her neck supported with a special pillow. Alphonse gave her a smile from the small bench he was sitting on.

“I’m fine, Lieutenant,” he said.

She lowered her book and smiled at him. “Alphonse. You’re not a suit of armor anymore. I can read your face. What’s bothering you?”

Alphonse sighed. “…I’m tired of being in here,” he said. “I want to go outside. I want to feel the grass and the trees and the wind. I want to feel the rain and hear the birds and the sounds with my own ears. After so many years of not feeling anything, I want to get out there and feel it all.”

She smiled at him, an understanding smile. “I get that.  I can only imagine how anxious you’ve been. I won’t go back over what the doctors have told you. But you don’t want you feeling that to be the last thing you feel, do you?”

She was right, and he knew it. After years of his body being kept in what was, as far as they could tell, a sterile environment, they were concerned about his immune system. It was vulnerable, weak, even without the weakened state of his body. They’d put him in quarantine. For anyone to come see him, they had to scrub their hands and gown up. Lieutenant Hawkeye was also at risk for infection after losing nearly half her blood volume, and with all the injuries from the Promised Day, hospital beds had been hard to come by. He supposed that he was lucky that they had decided to give him company by putting her in here with him. At least he wasn’t all alone in his quarantine.

“No, you’re right. It’s just hard. I waited for so long to feel things again. I’m just anxious to do it.” He glanced at the table and the dishes of bland food that were sitting on them. “I’d at least like to eat something with more flavor and substance.”

The Lieutenant laughed, although it was mostly just her breath. “You and me both.”

Alphonse laughed with her. “Maybe soon we both can.”

He wasn’t allowed to eat much more than liquids and very soft food, all of it bland. It was supposed to be to acclimate his stomach to food again. Lieutenant Hawkeye was on a liquid and soft food diet while her neck healed. The doctors were being extra cautious when it came to her neck reopening.

She closed her book, and it caught Al’s attention again. “What were some of the main things you wanted to feel again, when you were waiting to get your body back?”

Al tilted his head, thinking. “…familiar things. Grass. The breeze. The sun. Fur on pets. Hair. The warmth of other people. The feel of a book in my hands.”

She hummed. “Maybe you can feel some of those things. You at least can feel the warmth of the sun there.”

“That’s true,” he said, turning his face to the window again, and closing his eyes for a moment.

“We can’t do much about the grass, the breeze, or fur.” She said after a moment. “But as for the others…”

She trailed off, and Alphonse looked back over at her. She seemed to be thinking. He waited, and after a moment, she started speaking again.

“If you’re up for it, you’re welcome to any of my books here. They’re mostly murder mysteries. If you want to read them, you can.”

He smiled at her. “I’d like that,” he said. “Thank you, Lieutenant.”

“I told you—you can call me Riza,” she said with a smile. Her smile dropped into a bit of a frown, though, as she thought. “As far as hair and the warmth of other people…”

She hesitated a moment, then looked back over at him. “I know that I’m not who you meant, and that I’m not the warmest person around, but if you need some human contact, I’m fine with that. I understand how much the touch of another person can mean. And as for hair, well, it’s hard for me to get the back of my hair and brush it well without straining my neck or moving it too much. I could use some help, if you want to give it.”

Alphonse blinked at her, a little stunned. It wasn’t that he had ever thought of Lieutenant Hawkeye as cold, but she didn’t seem the snuggly type. And he had to wonder what she meant by understanding how much the touch of another person can mean. But still, to let him that close, offer to let him brush her hair—he understood that she was opening up to him.

He grinned, giving her the biggest smile, he could. “I appreciate that Lieu—Riza.” He hesitated. “I… that is… would you mind if I come over there now?”

Her smile softened. “No, not at all.”

Carefully, Alphonse stood up and made his way over the Lieutenant Hawkeye’s bed. He had to move slowly, his muscles still not that strong yet. The lieutenant’s bed was covered with several blankets, and there was stack of books on her bedside table. He looked for a place to sit down, but there wasn’t much need for chairs while they were both quarantined.

“Here—just let me—” She carefully scooted herself over in the bed, taking care of her neck, and gestured for him to join her on the bed. Alphonse did, and he felt her arm go around his shoulders, giving him a squeeze.

It warmed Al’s heart, and he leaned into the hug. It felt warm, safe, good, and he couldn’t help but want to cling back. She allowed it, and they sat like that for several minutes.

“I… I’m sorry, Lieutenant,” he said after a moment. “I know this isn’t quite appropriate—”

She cut him off. “Nonsense,” she said. “Alphonse, I view you and Edward like… I’m not sure of the exact relationship, but like family. Close family. I don’t know if it would be described more as younger brothers or sons, but either way, you’re family. It’s alright if you don’t feel the same way. But know that this doesn’t bother me in the least.”

Alphonse smiled. “No—No, brother and I… He’d never admit it, but we felt like all of you were family too. Especially you and the colonel. After mom… Granny Pinako, she’s not really our Granny, but she feels like one. Teacher was the closest thing we had to a mother after that. But while we’ve been in the military, you’ve been the closet we had to a mom. I think… I think you and Teacher have been good stand in moms for us.”

She was quiet for a moment, but he felt her arm tighten around him.

“…that means a lot to me, Alphonse. I hope I’ve been good to you boys. I didn’t have the best example growing up, but…” she paused. “…Thank you.”

Alphonse snaked an arm around her and gave her a gentle squeeze back. “What were you reading?” he asked her.

“I just started it. It’s about murder on a train on the way to Xing.”

“Sounds interesting.” He paused. “You know… it might be fun to read it together. Want me to read some of it out loud?”

She smiled. “That would be nice.”

Alphonse picked up the book, the lieutenant helping to support it, and started reading it aloud, both of them settled on her bed and under her warm blankets. Al was still anxious to get out of here and experience everything again, but, if he had to be in quarantine, being here with Lieutenant Hawkeye wasn’t so bad.

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