#just a fancy dinner party y'know

[ridingtorohan]

How the shifters react to you having a high body temp, knowing that it represents your platonic/romantic attraction to them

Goofy headcanon time!

Each titan shifter can recognize how another shifter feels about them based on their body heat. This includes all attraction: familial, platonic, aesthetic, romantic, so on.

SPOILERS for shifter identities AND events up to Season 4 Special Literally everyone has some spoilers for the anime to some extent. Older shifters like Kruger and KSaver is excluded, but there's 11 listed. It's in order from oldest to youngest.

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ZEKE YEAGER

He feels it for a second, when your knuckles brush against his wounded shoulder, fastening his restraints tighter, making sure he's secure while transporting him out of Marley on the blimp

Blue eyes darting to you, tracing the features on your face, lingering for a second on the titan marks beneath your eyes

Then he focuses on the task at hand, filing that away for later

He has a lot of time to stew on it, the simmering heat under your touch. Low but steady. Lucky for you! You're assigned to his guard detail in the forest with Captain Levi

Shifter to shifter, you're able to relate on a different level than he does to Levi.

Also makes note how you drop to ice cold when the horrors of Shiganshina. Probably realizes that's where you snagged yourself a titan ability.

Listen... if you saw him coming out of the Beast........... you're smoking, iykyk?

Because he's a little shit, he uses it to his advantage. Makes full eye contact with you during conversations, leaning forward. Which makes it interesting when you or Levi nip off his arms to restrain him and you have to give him a drink.

Leans in nice and slow, eyes staring directly into yours, letting you watch him as he takes a long, slow sip. Licks his lips, knowing you're watching him, leans back, eyes lidded. "Thank you, I was terribly thirsty"

Levi kicks his teeth in

Lord have mercy on you for when it's time to bathe

He literally will always use it to his advantage if you let him but will never clue you in unless you already know

Zeke will tease you about this, pressing a cigarette to his lips, his arm or leg brushing yours. "Are you cold? I can help you feel warmer" (Levi is murdering him with his eyes in the background)

Y'know maybe he does warm you up later 😏

Probably starts warming up to you shortly before his jailbreak, though it's hard to tell in what way.

After this point, it's a little too late to do anything else about it.

LARA TYBUR

Bro you hardly even realize that she's a titan at first.

As a titan inheritor, the Marley Gov't requires that you and your fellows play nice with the Tybur family whenever they visit.

She's tepid temperature at first, your thoughts and ideas making you a little colder to the touch.

You brush against each other at some fancy schmancy dinner party. She act very much like an Eldian at the party, silent, refilling your cup and you thank her.

Later, you're just feeling soo awkward with her family, with watching Willy dance around his family, laughing and jesting.

Some of the Warriors keep trying to make guesses as to who the Warhammer is but ultimately you don't figure it out

You try your luck at befriending all of them, painfully aware of Willy's eyes on you every time you talk to his sister

But something about Lara keeps drawing you in. Her quiet demeanour, the sleek attire, her proper figure. Dutiful and classy, voice quiet but confident.

Telling her about books and the latest movie, offering tea and biscuits from your Zone whenever you visit.

She never says anything about your body temperature and honestly you don't touch her often enough to notice a difference

But you do notice that she talks to you a little more, lingers by your side more than she does anyone else

During the attack, you do everything you can to defend her crystal - so painfully, carefully aware of how it burns under your titan's hand

REINER BRAUN

Sorry, he's made to suffer. Nothing in his life is ever easy. Isayama decided that. (And so did I.) (There's a happy ending, I promise.)

Things would be simpler for Reiner if everything went well, if he became a great warrior, if his father noticed him, if he did well on his missions. The first thing that goes wrong is Marcel.

When he meets you for the first time, a memory tickles at his mind. Something familiar in the way your skin touches his. Then he gives you a smile, introducing himself and Bertholdt.

Something about you always drew him in. He'd watch you across the training yard and smile whenever you looked at him. Always glad to help you out, shedding himself of the warrior skin and so much easier into the soldier one.

Sucks as a sparring partner btw. Always checking to make sure he didn't go too hard on you.

At some point you probably made mention of him working up a sweat during the training. His body temp is not much warmer than normal but noticeable. Everyone in the Cadets is his pal but there's something special about you

You, who feels like they've had a bit too much sun, but still comfortable.

With time, it may increase to a warmth that lingers in his bones, reminding him of his mother's teas and fresh bread.

He really likes wrapping his arms around you for this, a big bear who just holds you tight to his chest. Big squish!

Likes to clap his hands to your shoulders from behind, feel your warmth in his hands

If you are this warm, he'll always do a little start when you touch him, caught off guard. With as often as he's thought about you, he'll become a bit flustered at times - he begins to entertain a crush and/or getting to know you better.

However, a part of Reiner always remains..... apprehensive

Lays awake at night wondering about you, your tale of being orphaned, family long dead. Something not quite settling

This is what stops him from actually getting close-close to you

At Utgard Castle, it's obvious why something niggled inside him at the sight of you. Because one day, when his dreams were shattered by a boy, a titan lunged out of the ground. That's how you inherited the Jaw

It explains everything, in the end. He may not have recognized that you were a fellow shifter but he did recognize the body heat

You, unfortunately, are either kidnapped or agree to go along with Reiner and Bertholdt in the forest.

You are, either, an unfortunate soul cast out of Marley or a former warrior candidate who was cast out alongside your family thanks to Zeke's efforts years prior. If the latter, Reiner does mention it to Zeke in hopes of him sparing you because, technically, you are on "their" side. It's not a positive outlook either way.

Knowing your fate in Marley, Reiner spends time with you. Painfully aware of how broken his betrayal meant to you (if you're colder) or how you still believe in him (if you remain the same/increase)

Above all else, Reiner considers you a friend and he's so sorry.

If, by sheer chance, he leaves you unsupervised or your chains a little loose to "let your blood circulate" and you accidentally escape, he won't be upset.

And if, he saw you, years later, doing recon work in Marley.. and your eyes caught, he would make the conscious choice to turn away.

Marcel may have been his first mistake but he doesn't regret these two.

Very awkward when you join forces with him to take down Eren.

Reiner remembers the last time he saw you, what your touch felt like.

But the thing about Reiner isn't that his soldier personality was a persona - it's still him. He still cares for you. At this point you know what the touch means, can't blame it on the campfires. You may or may not have trusted him before but you trust him now.

Your hand slides in his, reminiscent of your first meeting, letting him know. "I trust you, Reiner. We'll work with you"

He'll still be withdrawn from the Paradis group but ... his feelings about you never really stopped. Time, distance and circumstance may have changed it, but never stopping it.

He thinks of your touch, even now, even during the final fight.

And, when everything is said and done, when the titan blood doesn't linger in either of your veins, Reiner knows how you feel by the look in your eyes.

BERTHOLDT HOOVER

Whatever you do, do NOT think about Bertholdt touching a non-Marleyan shifter after he escapes beyond the walls. Do NOT think about your touch burning under his, with Bert pleading for Zeke's mercy. Because despite everything, you still thought so highly of him.

Real talk: THIS GUY IS THE REASON YOU BECAME A TITAN SHIFTER

Unfortunately, despite being a fellow warrior candidate, you weren't chosen. Your score was a smidge below what they were looking for.

Bert was one the first to shift. In the practice field where this is done, he, unfortunately, steamed the heck out of you. Bad enough that it was a matter of getting medical attention asap. Fortunately, thanks to your score, the generals decided that you would be swapped out with one of the candidates and inherit a titan!

This is Bertholdt's first memory as a titan, by the way. :) He feels beyond terrible for what happened.

But having grown up together, helped each other through the trials and training... you two wind up being friends. Decently close, because he winds up telling you about his family, what he's doing for his father.

Bert looks up to you a lot. Always staying by your bedside when you got injured, kept a Band-Aid in his pocket for whenever you tripped during the training. (Or if he does. As gangly-limbed as that boy was, that happened often too.)

He knows but also doesn't about the significance of the warmer touches. It was probably one of those tidbits that was filed away for later and then forgotten. It doesn't matter when you're in bed injured and recovering from the heat damage he literally inflicted on you.

Super caring. Always having to talk both of you out of trouble when you wind up in it. But Bertholdt finds himself admiring that anyway, how different you are to him. (He's actually so thankful that you're a warrior with him, even if this was the worst way for it to happen.)

The other warriors clue in that you two are close but don't really comment on it. "Good for them" stance.

Bertholdt likes sitting next to you! Thighs brushing, his leg touching yours. Just small intimate moments that mean the world to him.

Then Marcel gets attacked and all Bertholdt can think about is 'thank god it wasn't you'. He'll stay wide awake watching you sleep at night, only nodding off when/if you let him sleep beside you, his palm on yours.

During training, Bertholdt finds a lot of comfort by sleeping next to you. Even if he ends up sprawled all over your body.

Thing is, Bertholdt doesn't really quite piece together the heat thing. Just knows that you're his, in some shape or form, that you're what's making this mission bearable. He doesn't miss Marley, he just misses you whenever you're not around.

Gets fidgety if you elect to join a different faction from him. But he understands. (But when you walk past him during the scouts enlistment, his hand catches yours for just a moment. Just for this. Because no matter what you mean to him, he wants you to stay.)

Fake dating trope because how else are you supposed to inform Bertholdt about the information you gathered while in the interior?

Everybody believes the ruse lmao

And, the thing with him is, there always feels like there's going to be more time. Sitting at tables, talking about your days. Reminiscing about Marley and campfires.. it's easy to think that you'll get those days back. That it's just another year, another season, another "one more time" before you get to go home.

For Bert, his feelings are... kind of a catch-all. Could be inferred as romantic or platonic. All he knows is that you're the most important person to him. He's just so glad that he gets to spend your thirteen years together.

And, when the mission goes wrong, when the attempts to kidnap Eren go awry and he has to pull your battered body from your titan, Bertholdt is right by your side, as he always is. There's always going to be another attempt, another chance. (Until there isn't.)

Bertholdt feels like home, his hand warm in yours. (He wants to keep coming back to you.)

Maybe those three simple words are whispered, right before it all goes to shit and you're captured/immobilized and Bertholdt grows desperate to get you back. Maybe you two never say them at all. But when it's just you two, the moments feel like they last forever.

(But you do. You know you have to talk about what this means for both of you, even if it meant defining your friendship in a different way. And he'll stutter and stumble over his words but listen intently, knowing that nothing is worth the cost of losing you. And he's secretly so relieved that you feel the same way, no matter what form your affection takes shape as.)

Bertholdt will cherish your friendship for as long as he lives.

PIECK FINGER

Whoo! Titan! Bes - ties!

Warrior trainees together, it totally sucked when you were passed over and Pieck inherited without you. She's pretty chill about everything, walking down the street with you while holding hands, throwing her arms around you constantly. Letting you ride atop her titan's back while she runs around the airfield.

Consider your relationship with her a mix of her squad and Porco

Legit you both are close before you even get a chance to inherit your titan, which you do! Eventually!

She's honestly not that great at explaining how titan shifting works or how to "focus" and "control" it but she'll help you get your bearings by walking around with you in titan form

Her body heat is like a heated blanket, warm and comfortable, ooey gooey melting cookie in your mouth kind of warm.

If you're ever on a long trek together, it's easy to doze off next to her, backs pressed together or her head in your lap.

Honestly she probably doesn't even think to mention how you feel to her, or acknowledge what it means. Pieck is happy with everything you are, how it feels with you.

actually tbh might comment about it everytime she springs a hug on you

"Incoming hug! Ahh... this is nice. you're so warm😊"

Your warmth is so comfortable to her. She's often nuzzling against you.

Honestly you guys would be borderline romantic, even if one/neither of you felt that way. It's just how you two are.

If you do cheek kisses, she'd be all up for that.

If you're romantically attracted to her, it'd be a seamless transition. Like you could invite her somewhere and mention it's a date and she'd just go "oh yay :)".

Otherwise at some point someone comments about how you two are always together on outings (calling them 'dates') and Pieck just goes "yes. :)" then later when it's just you two, "it really does feel like a date sometimes, doesn't it?"

Definitely respects it if you're not interested in her that way + just think of her as a sister or best friend. She won't change how she interacts with you at all (unless you mention that it makes you uncomfortable)

ANNIE LEONHARDT

A year (or a few) older than her, your family has warrior heritage; it’s a point of prestige and honour for you, moreso than for normal candidates. You have an expectation and responsibility to your ancestors to follow through. Of course you’d get a titan. Especially the one your family has meticulously trained for again and again; it’s not so much about the high esteem but keeping it in the family. Inheriting their memories. (For giggles, imagine it’s the attack or female titan.)

By the time Annie and the other warriors are partway through their training, you’ve all but confirmed your spot. It’s just a matter of establishing which one you’ll get.

You’re not exactly friends with Annie initially, especially with her aloof nature. But she’s companionable, sitting quietly if you ever approach her. Everything about her at the start is like that - withdrawn, solemn. Just as focused on her duty as you are. Either you find companionship over this fact or in spite of it - finding life worth living outside of being a candidate.

When you’re recovering from your inheritance, Annie is the one to tend to you. While you don’t remember a lot of it, amnesia getting the better of you, you’re almost certain that she was holding you.

Annie often watches as you continue your training, especially as a titan. She’ll gladly train in titan hand to hand combat with you once she inherits the female titan.

All the shifters are given books to learn about how to best utilize their titans. As they’re leafed through, it’ll mention the odd quirk of the shifters. Pieck is the most excited for this, followed by Reiner. It becomes a point of conversation, where everyone compares their temperatures - though Annie is quite reserved about the whole ordeal. She takes pity on Bertholdt who feels hot to her touch, though she does throw him under the ringer. You, though? She says not much at all, calling it quits at that point (if she hasn’t already).

She doesn't make a big deal of it at all, merely treating you like another candidate. One that she gets along with better than anyone else, at any rate.

In the group, you're dubbed "Annie's best friend". If Annie ever hears of this, you never know.

When it's time to leave for the wall, her knuckles brush against yours. The only indication that she's restless and has any qualms about what they're doing.

But as children honed for war, sometimes rivalries are hard to beat. Especially when the first tragedy strikes your group and Reiner takes the lead, leading you to wall. To mayhem. Murder is a different burden to bear, one that sits funny in your throat.

She sits with you at the refugee camps. While you've never seen her grab extra portions of food, she always seems to have some for you. She takes care of you (and you remember your first shift, how she had been the one to hold you).

Joining the Police is the only sane decision, the inner network so much like Marley. So much like home. You're relieved when Annie goes with you, even though you think it was for duty. (You never know if it was.)

Hitch gets added to the short list of Annie's friends. But nobody replaces you, nobody knows her as well as you do. You know each other's mood, the subtle raise of her brow or scrunch of her nose.

She takes her duty seriously - but she takes you seriously too.

You're the only comfort from home she has.

In the forest after she's hacked up by Levi, you're the one to grab her. To take her back, tending to her as she's cared for you so many times.

Unfortunately your close bond makes it easier to seek you out as a titan. Easier to goad you into advancing attacks, to defending her honour from horrors Armin promises she's enduring.

For you, Annie felt like home more than Marley ever had. Siblings, best friends, lovers. Whatever you felt for her, it was strong.

If you get a chance to see her chrystalized, you touch it desperately, trying to feel a sense of life inside. And you feel it, an echoing thrum beneath your hand.

She mentions it, later, when you two are alone on the ship. "I don't remember what you said, but I felt you." (She always has.)

And when you both go to fight Eren, fighting for something you want so desperately to keep now, you feel her knuckles brush against yours like they did so long ago. When you two were sworn to duty, marching to the walls. This time, you take her hand and never let go.

If you both survive this, she'll show you exactly how much you mean to her.

YMIR

100000% figured out you were a titan shifter because of this.

Her memories of the castle are hazy at best; initially she only remembers the heat and fog, the truth of Christa's real name.

While she knows quite a bit about her titan and its abilities, she doesn't know anything useful. The body heat memories? She knows it. Knows how her previous shifter learned about it, knows how he felt about his comrades.

She's hardly had reason to touch you before this, but like she figured out Reiner in the castle (they touched briefly) she also knows who you are. Knows the truth of your Marleyan roots.

Like Annie, you had been more distant from the group and more independent - you weren't as easily found out compared to them. At that point, it was only Ymir who really knew. Go, you. Clap yourself on the back for a job well done.

As well as you'd hide your identity, unfortunately the capture must take precedence. With Annie compromised, Reiner and Bertholdt outed, you have no choice but to pick up their slack.

Eren is fucking pissed that you're a titan and regardless of your involvement with the walls breaking, often voices his displeasure towards you loudly.

Ymir saw it coming so she takes it in stride and is dismissive towards you. You two really don't get a chance to speak, not until she's back in Marley and that's all that's left for her. Stone walls and iron bars, her complacency and feeling like a debt is owed is what keeps her there.

You sit with her most days, where she eventually opens up about the cadets. That's not to say you're best friends, but she's not dense enough not to take advantage of how you feel about her.

Listen, if you're not a woman, you stand no chance. If you are, she might confess her feelings towards Christa, how Christa helped her change as a person, how she felt like she could be herself.

How she could be herself around you, too.

While Ymir was never as buddy-buddy with you as she had been Christa, she had often roped you into being indebted to her, owing her favours one way or another.

She's back to her usual tirade even while imprisoned, using those unreturned favours to charter better meals or pen and papers. Most days you watch her write, rewrite, try to figure out what she wants to pen to Christa. Ultimately she writes her final draft with Reiner and leaves it in his possession.

Ymir is never quite hostile towards you, not when she learns of your service to your country, to the threat you thought Paradis posed. To the family and people you swore to protect. She understood it. Perhaps better than anyone bar Marcel.

You get a chance to touch her sometimes, changing the irons or giving her new clothes or meals.

There was a time when you were closer, as cadets. When she'd sling an arm over your shoulder, teasing about something or other. That's what it mostly was, her goading you into some tasks for her or taking the fall for things.

Back then, she used how you felt about her against you.

Unfortunately, facing death, she's mellow and more withdrawn. You don't learn much of anything during this time, not verbally anyway. But you learn about what kind of person she was, what role she had before.

And she asks for you to be there when she's eaten. Not directly, but something Reiner tells you later. When he's telling you that you've spoken more to her than she has, that she had tolerated your presence better, that you were the only Marleyan that she looked forward to seeing.

And when you go through her cell later, rifling through what meagre possessions she had, you find a letter addressed to you, hidden beneath leaflets of messy unfinished letters. Thanking you for not treating her as a monster, for not using Christa against her like Bertholdt had. That if she had a choice, she'd want you to inherit the jaw solely for your friendship with your fellow cadets and Christa.

She writes of other things too, little things she noticed about you, tips on how to get better at hiding or hitting. Advice on to living for yourself and not under the charade of the Marleyan government.

There's scrawled out ink, too, of things that she crossed out. She writes in that familiar, knowledgeable but closed off way that she does. In those sentences, under candle light, you can make out her thoughts on the heat exchange, moments from your cadet days. Once, what she would've done if you both had stayed on Paradis. Even a list of favours that she wanted to bank on, teasing remarks written in margins of paper and belittling comments that felt only praising coming from her.

Strange, how you only know her better in death, where you can no longer speak to her and hear the words left unsaid.

PORCO GALLIARD

the biggest baddest boldest guy who will LATCH ONTO YOU SO FAST MAN. I'm half joking

But he zeroes in the second your temperature spikes whenever you touch him. Turns his head towards you, gesture a little quick, eyes watching you, half-lidded. Aware, aware, aware of what this means

He's always always watching you after this, smirking softly to himself, just nodding along

You're so lucky he feels the same way because otherwise he'd just wrinkle his nose and turn his head away, "ew, you're hot" like the turd he is /affectionate.

Once he notices, Porco will always be hovering over you, in your personal space, raising his eyebrows and smirking when you turn around and bump into him. Gtfo Porco. Always casual about leaning against you, your arms brushing.

Porco doesn't really do cuddling but he'll be annoying about this, lightly touching. all. the. time.

Porco knows what it means. And if you don't say anything about it, he will. Just casually drops the fact about shifter body heat before shoving his hands and walking off casually. Leaving you guessing about his intentions.

Eventually it culminates in frustration because this smug mf won't tell you JACK.

Honestly you're going to have to confront him about this at some point unless one of the others point out the weird dance you two are doing.

(If you get frustrated with him enough that it affects your temp towards him, he'll knock it back so fast. Rubber banding it like a pro. He may be a dick but once it's clear he's making you uncomfortable he'll back off.)

Raises his eyebrows, leaning back. "You know what it means, don't you?" All smug. Leading into him talking about his own temperature, "Well, what do you think it means?" Literally makes you guess about how he feels about you. If you guess romantic, he'll lean his arm up against the wall, getting close to your face, eyes half-lidded. "Yeah."

Free boyfriend.

If you don't do teasing, he'll be more upfront. “You know what it means.” He's reciprocal so even if he didn’t romantically like you if you guess boyfriend, he’ll be like “yeah”.

Again, free boyfriend.

If you're strictly platonic, he'll do a little sigh, expression smoothing and go, “You're my best friend, dumbass.”

Free best friend.

Will become the bitchiest bitch to ever bitch if your temperature ever lowers.

Possessive possessive possessive. Competitive af. “Well, the other shifters don't feel hotter than I do, do they?" Glowers and sulks if anyone teases that your touch feels scorching hot to them.

Other than these instances, he actually NEVER mentions your temp or asks how you feel when he touches you. Would listen intently if you ever decide to describe in detail what his body temp feels to you.

Gets super smug if you mention it in front of the others.

EREN YEAGER

Sorry, there's no happy way this can end at all. :(

Eren straight up does not know about the heat thing until he inherits the attack titan's full memories.

But he's always kind of ... known in a way too. Every time your hands slap together or you pull each other out of danger, he feels it. The warmth lingering under your skin.

Grisha learned it during his studies with Zeke and Eren inherited that memory. Eren remembers then forgets in that same instant when he inherits his titan as a kid. So he knows, by pure instinct, that it's good. It feels right

He emotionally warms up to you more because of this.

Does not get touchy feely over this, although his hands often linger a little longer on you

There's two paths here. One where you're a Marleyan warrior and one where you inherit it after (jaw or in Shiganshina).

As a warrior, your betrayals burns worse than anything else. He's always suspected Reiner because of his cold+hot flashes but you? You who always burned like a star under his fingertips, who sent a wave of comfort through him?

It stings like nothing else has ever before.

It stings when he's in Marley, bandage to his face and leg, watching the people walk past.

He either waits for you purposefully or has Falco grab you a day/hours before the Marley exhibit. (Conveniently, this would be when Reiner is busy and he has an excuse to talk to Reiner later)

Or you come along with Reiner

It's such a small moment, in the end. His palm meeting yours, or your shoulders touching when you pass him by.

But it's a supernova, lit under his touch. And it settles the idea inside him that Marley and Paradis are the same, that there are people he cares for both in and outside the walls.

As a non-Marleyan, in the end, it doesn't change anything. He's still Eren and you're still you. Despite everything.

He's like a comet when he touches you later, after the rescue from Marley. Even when his knuckles are bruised from Armin's bones, when there's a fire in his eyes and death on his lips

But he's still Eren and you're still you.

And there's never enough time

(There's a memory that you only get later, after Everything. Where you sit together, toes on the beach, shoulder to shoulder. Where his skin is warmer than the sands. Where he tells you in what way he thinks about you. Where he asks you about yours and you answer. And you will remember this with a heat in your throat knowing that you'll never feel his touch again)

ARMIN ARLERT

I'm absolutely losing it just thinking about going to a sauna with Armin and after he finds out about the body heat thing he accidentally exclaims, "wait why'd you gET COLDER?" (if you do it's def because you went through the mental gymnastics of respecting his body and not getting thorsty)

He honestly didn't even realize there's a difference between normal people vs shifters because he actually hasn't touched the Warriors trio a lot prior to his shifting (so he has no baseline to compare it to). And Eren always ran hot

He really only clues in when he notices that your body temperate is a lot higher than normal and he freaks out a little, thinking you have a fever. Except everyone else assures him that no, you feel perfectly fine to them, what are you on about Armin??

Hange knows jack all about it; it's not a normal titan feature. Armin eventually has to ask Eren, Zeke or Annie about it directly

Gets flustered and comforted by the realization that you care so deeply for him. If you run crazy hot then it'll be like making him face his fear of fire (rip Armin)

If you don't know what the body temp means, he'll be all too glad to inform you! He won't ask you what temperature you feel his touches at BUT would be all too willing to test what influences the increase/decrease!

Turns super red if the experiments get a little too handsy and you both feel each other's temperatures spike

He's actually super touchy feely! Always reaching for you, giving you lingering hugs or brushing at your clothes/hair. He'll take your hand when its just you two, thumb stroking over the skin, basking in your warmth.

Will cuddle if you let him/ask him. Absolutely adores it. Always happy to indulge

If you're crushing on him, this is the thing that tips Armin off! He's so studious and acutely aware of each minute change so he notices when you get a little warmer, esp if you're reacting to him grabbing your arm or brushing something from your cheek

Probably noticed how you act around him too

If you're not crushing on him the it's just an awkward fiasco BECAUSE:

He confronts you about this. You're both just sitting down somewhere, him across from you, knees drawn up as you're talking or enjoying the silence. Eyes downcast as he brings up, "Do you have... feelings for me?" Voice soft, skin even hotter than his tomato red face. He takes your hands in his and looks up at you earnestly, "this is how I feel about you", letting you feel his emotions

In the case that Armin thinks of you strongly as a friend/ally only, he'll let you down gently. By directly referencing his newfound knowledge. Purposefully going "It's interesting that we can tell so much about the other person when you touch them like this" and he grabs your hand, looking right up into your eyes, smiling gently, "Like this. See? You'll always be my best friend" Emphasis on 'always' and 'best friend'. #friendzoned #ripyou

FALCO GRICE

Sunshine baby, baby boy, my literal son in another universe

He's always holding your hand. You're so cool! A warrior who trained with Reiner, he looks up to you immensely, although your term being close to being up stresses him TF out about Gabi

Listen, you're stuck with little brother Falco who always follows you around, tugging on your sleeve or running off on errands for you. Give him the time of day and you'll have a new dog. I mean child

If you're close to Reiner at all he'll latch on even harder. You're both his parental figures, although he gets so flustered if anyone mentions it.

He's deadset on inheriting the Armour but if you have the choice of who you can give yours to and you pick him, he's gonna cry.

He doesn't remember a lot about his first shift or the events surrounding it, except the smell of burnt flesh and fire in his arms. If you touch him at all when he immediately comes out of his titan, he'll dissolve into hysterics, crying without knowing why, because your touch reminds him immediately of the memory he's almost forgetting

Fortunately, he does forget

When you finally get to touch him after the amnesia period is over, Falco absolutely melts in your arms. Also immediately cries. Because he does know what this means, has studied this in his books, knows it from Porco's memories. Sobs and wails in your arms, feeling so secure and loved. Because you love him and you care for him. After everything he's been through, he needs this

Hugs you so, so tight every chance he gets, getting red-faced whenever Gabi teases him. Hovers by your side a lot, knowing everything will keep being okay so long as he can feel your warmth.

Always touching you, probably gets a little anxious when you leave him alone but eventually comes around.

For the kiddos out there who are crushing on my son, I raise a counter scenario. Just for you. You're now my child-in-law

Training together!! Yay!!

Your grades will vary, though you're definitely behind Gabi on the roster. Sorry, I do make the rules.

Falco excitedly told you about body heat when he read about it in a book!! You two excitedly try to figure out how you'd feel to each other.

Unfortunately, this is about the time he gets a crush on you. So Falco gets so flustered the next time you mention it to him and he ends up blurting that he hopes he never finds out what temperature you'd feel like to him.

Wants to protect you forever and ever, taking a similar route that he does with Gabi in canon.

You became shifters together! Terrible news!

Except when you're both pulled from the napes of your titans. When you have to ride with Connie, forgetting everything except the press of his hand in yours.

Falco may not remember the meaning behind the warmth but knows that it's good, that he can trust you.

Once his memories come back, avoids you to high heavens because he is so acutely aware of the flipside of this scenario. That you can feel how hot he burns because of his crush. He doesn't even think about what your hot touch means for him

You have to chase him down.

Keeps making excuses until you almost fight him trying to get him to settle.

He's definitely heartbroken if you tell him you only see him as a brother/best friend. Probably gets teary eyed and red-faced but accepts it before running off. He'll stop avoiding you after this.

Gets so red if you tell him you romantically like him too.

After the confession or when he's calmed down from the rejection, he comes back around. He's pretty constant at your side and will hold your hand if you let him, reassured by your warmth.

No matter what happens, at least you have each other.

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #aot x reader #reader insert #snk x reader #x reader insert #gender neutral reader #zeke yeager #zeke jaeger #zeke x reader #lara tybur #lara x reader #reiner braun #reiner x reader #bertholdt hoover #bertolt hoover #bertholdt x reader #pieck finger #pieck finger x reader #annie leonhardt #annie x reader #ymir #ymir x reader #porco galliard #porco x reader #eren yeager #eren jaeger #eren x reader #aot headcanons #aot imagines

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GAG GIFTS!

TW : PISS!, implied chubby!reader, roommates to hookup?, slight crying, DOM!JISUNG??!!?, fem!reader, sub!reader, clit play, clit spanking (once), use of aphrodisiacs, cunnilingus, cowgirl, p in v, creampie, slight oral fixation if you squint, fingering, porn, orgasm denial, edging, i think that's all

a/n : this is the FILTHIEST thing i've ever written just fyi!

You sat, huddled in the circle of your closest friends. You tore open the gift in front of you. Aphrodisiac chocolates, great, you glare at your friend Minho, who shoots you a wink.

As if you need anymore of a reminder of how single you are. "I doubt they even work," you mumble to yourself.

The party moved on into the night, people started to leave and now it was just you and your roommate Jisung left cleaning up the mess. You decided to take some of the chocolate, not thinking it would work, and if it did you could always get yourself off and then go to sleep. "Ooh chocolate!" you turn around from washing the dishes, just in time to see Han take a bite of it.

"Oh fuck! Spit that out!" you beg him.

He looks at you with confusion written all on his face, "what? Is there something wrong with them? Are they laced?"

"No!" you pause, "they're a gag gift from Minho, they're supposed to y'know get you in the mood?"

His face falls, "oh my gosh I am so sorry," he apologizes profusely.

"It'll be fine! I bet they don't even work!" you sigh.

"And if they do?" Jisung asks.

You shrug, "I guess we are horny."

You go back to washing the dishes until they're all done. When you complete them, you decided you'd watch a movie.

"Why don't we play a game," Jisung proposes out of no where.

"What kind of game?" you ask.

He grins, "how about we watch an adult film, like a porno and whoever has to excuse themselves first loses. Loser has to treat the winner to a fancy dinner."

You scoff, "fine, you're on."

Jisung picks out the movie, you don't really care too much about it, you care more about beating Han. "You know the rules, first to excuse themselves loses," he clarifies before he starts the movie.

You nod, and the movie starts. It starts off strong two guys fucking a girl, she has one of their cocks in her mouth the other in her pussy. "I thought this was supposed to be hard?" you smirk.

Jisung spreads himself out, watching the scene unfold in front of him on the screen. Fuck, he looks good like that. He hadn't shaved in the past few days, his 5 o'clock shadow visible. He was wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and his favorite baggy shirt. His dirty blonde hair was pushed back out of his face. His clear framed glasses sat on his nose. Fuck, he looked so delicious.

What the fuck.

Your roommate, Jisung, hot? Maybe you had gone crazy. Sure he was conventionally attractive, but really? Jisung?

You snap out of your trance, deciding to focus on the screen in front of you. Now the girl sat pliantly on a man's face. His 5 o'clock shadow was visible underneath her cunt. You wonder if Jisung's scruff would scratch against your inner thighs like the guy on screen did to the girls.

"You good there babe?" Jisung teases you.

"Fine," you smile.

The girl on the screen was quite a bit smaller than you, barely any fat on her stomach, you wondered if your tummy would jiggle a bit if Jisung were fucking you from behind. Or if he would use your wide hips as leverage. You look at Jisung again, eyes trailing down to his pants. Your eyes made contact with the obvious tent. "Ji, you're hard, I won," you smile.

"The rule was first to excuse themself, not the first to get hard, besides you can't get hard," he reminds you.

A moment of silence passes between the both of you, "so then it wouldn't be wrong if I just started masterbating right here? Because I didn't excuse myself?" you question him.

His eyes go wide, "if that's what you want, then sure," he grins.

You wait for a moment before deciding you'd actually do it. But the wetness between your legs was becoming uncomfortable. You had to do something about it. Your pants were discarded somewhere on the floor, you spread your legs.

Your panties were absolutely soaked with your slick, "c'mere," Jisung tells you.

You don't know why you listen, but you do, you move over to his lap. He spreads your legs open on his lap, the cool air of the room hitting your inner thighs. "Hold your legs back hmm," he coos, "do that for me pretty, hold your legs open jus' for me."

You hold your legs open, staring at the TV in front of you, the girl's pussy was being eaten out by one of the guys while the other restrained her. You didn't even realize where Jisung's hands had went until you felt them playing with your clit over your silk panties.

"Atta girl," he praises as your body writhes against his own, "stay still for me baby."

When you refuse to stay still, a hard slap falls onto your pussy, "if you want me to touch you, you're gonna stay still m'kay," he whispers in your ear before leaving a love bite against your neck, "each time you move, I'll stop for ten seconds."

He moves his hands away from your pussy, and all you can do is watch the girl on TV get ravished by the two guys. Such a long ten seconds. You can feel every heartbeat, every nerve in your body on fire.

His hands resume their movements, this time he does it under your panties. "Oh darling you're so wet hmm," he coos, "such a perfect cunt, all wet and needy."

You watch the girl on the screen, as one of the guys fucks his cum back into her with his tongue. "You think you'd want me to do that? Mhm? Finger fuck my cum back into you?," he pauses, "or would you rather me feed it back to you off my fingers?"

His fingers drew small circles on your clit as his kissed down your neck. "Hmm? Too dumb to speak? It's okay baby, I'll just do both," he whispers in your left ear.

His movements on your clit became more intense, you dangled on the edge of your orgasm and you couldn't help but move. "Tsk tsk tsk, I told you to stay still didn't I?" he murmurs as he removes his hands.

You cry out, tears beginning to stream down your face, "needa cum please Ji!" you whine and pleade.

You can hear his smile through his voice, "yeah? My little one needs to cum?" he mocks you.

Salty tears stream down your face as he finally resumes his movements on your clit, "fuck- need- cum-." you babble.

"That's it, cum," he commands.

And you did, your back arching and thighs trembling against him. Whining and babbling like a baby against him as you move against his hand. "Atta girl," he praises, rubbing you through your orgasm.

"Open," he taps your mouth, inserting the fingers he was touching you with inside, "suck."

You suck on his fingers, sucking your own slick from them. "There you go, good job," he praises.

But unlike normally, the ache between your legs didn't go away. It got bigger instead. The yearning for more got bigger. "Again!" you beg him.

You flip over so you are now straddling his waist. "Again?" he smiles into a kiss.

You pull apart and nod your head desperately, "needa cum again," you whine.

You grind your hips against his own desperate for friction. "Cum on my cock?" he asks.

You nod, pushing his pants down just enough so that his cock is free. And fuck his cock was pretty. Thick with a dark tan tip and veins running down the sides and nicely trimmed pubes. It looked absolutely delicious. Maybe after this he'd give you a treat and make you suck him off.

You pushed your panties to the side just enough to let his cock line up at your soaking entrance. You were so wet, you doubted that you even needed time to adjust. You sank your hips down, taking his whole cock all at once. "Such a perfect pussy," he grins.

He puts his hands behind his head and leans back against the couch, a smug grin plastered on his pretty face, "you wanna cum, work for it."

You whine but oblige, bouncing up and down on his cock. Resting your hands on his chest for more support. "That's it," he hisses, eyes rolling to the back of his head, "bounce just like that sweetheart."

You keep moving your hips, desperately trying to reach your high. "Pull your sweater up baby, let me see those pretty tits," he says before helping you lift your sweater above your head.

He unclasps your bra for you and throws it somewhere in the living room. His hands knead your tits, rolling your nipples with his fingers.

You snake one of your hands down to rub on your clit. The overstimulation helping bring you closer and closer to the edge of another orgasm.

All of a sudden you have to pee. Like you need to pee. "Ji- Ji stop! I have to pee!" you warn him.

A devilish smile crosses his face, "hold it for me baby."

Your eyes snap wide open as you look at him. But they soon get closed whenever Jisung starts thrusting up into you. "Ji! I'm serious I'm gonna pee!" you squeal.

"Go ahead," he smirks, looking up at you with the most mischievous eyes.

He keeps fucking up into you to the point where you can't hold it anymore. You feel yourself peeing before you can stop yourself. The feeling of relief washes over you as you watch the golden liquid spray all over Jisung's lap and seep down into the couch. You find yourself cumming, clenching around his cock.

You felt so dirty. "Such a good girl," Jisung praises you, "gonna cum inside this pretty pussy."

And he does. You feel his cum seeping into your swollen pussy. He stills inside you, letting his load fill you to the brim.

But he wasn't done, he flipped you onto all fours. Eating your cunt from behind. "Give me one more," he coos.

"Can't!" you whine.

"Yes you fucking can," he says before kissing your swollen clit.

You feel his fingers prod at your entrance before they push in while his tongue works its magic on your abused clit. The scruff of his 5 o'clock shadow scratches against your inner thighs. His fingers pump in and out of your hole, curling to hit that spongy spot inside your pussy.

The overstimulation stings, but it somehow brings you even closer to the edge of another orgasm. You have little time to warn him before you cum all over his tongue. "So good for me," he praises.

He removes his fingers from your pussy before sticking those same fingers back in your mouth, letting you suck them completely dry.

You really would need to thank Minho for those chocolates in the morning.

#bun.writes #bunwritesskz #skz imagines #stray kids x you #stray kids scenarios #skz #skz x reader #skz smut #stray kids x reader #stray kids smut #stray kids #skz han #skz hard thoughts #skz hard hours #skz fanfic #skz jisung #stray kids han #stray kids hard thoughts #stray kids hard hours #han jisung x reader #han jisung smut #han jisung #jisung smut #han x reader

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When Man Plans, God Laughs (Eddie x Single Mom!Reader)

Summary: You're a single mom of two who recently moved back to your hometown of Hawkins, Indiana, after a nasty divorce. When your friends take you out for the night, you run into your high school crush: Eddie Munson. But are either of you satisfied with just a one-night stand?

Warnings: smut (18+ only minors DNI), oral (f! receiving), p in v, language, mention of S4 demobat fight, scars

WC: 2.5k

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

Your date with Eddie began like the ones before it had: a nice dinner out (after he'd brought over some candy for Grace and Matthew), conversation that seemed like you two could talk forever and never get bored, and plenty of stolen kisses. You'd also expected it to end as they usually did, but Eddie had other plans.

"So," he starts, kissing softly behind your ear as he presses you against his van, "I have a surprise for you."

"Hmm?" you murmur, completely entranced by his touch.

"Yeah," he pulls back, and you give a little whimper when his lips leave your skin. God, you haven't felt this smitten in...ever. "Do you trust me?"

"Of course," you say, slipping your hand into his. It's been two months since Matthew's party, since your first date with the sweet metalhead in front of you, but you feel like you've known him your whole life.

Eddie uses his free hand to open the passenger door. "Your chariot, m'lady." He gives a silly bow and you throw your head back with laughter as you hop in.

"No one makes me laugh like you do," you tell him when he slides into the driver's seat. "I'm just so happy with you, Eddie."

He grins. "I make you happy?" he asks incredulously. "Baby, you changed my life in the best ways possible. You make me a better man." He exhales and places his hand on your left thigh, rubbing his thumb along it gently. "That's why I booked us a hotel room for the night...if that's okay with you."

Your stomach flips. Even though you'd been willing to have a one-night stand with him that night at the Hideout, things were different now. Eddie was a permanent fixture in your life, and though your kids didn't know the extent of your relationship, they'd gotten very attached to him.

"If you're not ready, I won't be mad," he rushes, quickly moving his hand to the steering wheel. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to."

"I want to." You take his hand and place it back where it was. "I really, really want to." You smile at him, watching him visibly relax.

"I was hoping you'd say that."

You can't remember the last time you'd stayed at such a fancy hotel; just the crystal chandelier in the lobby leaves you breathless.

"Eddie," you whisper as the elevator takes you to your floor. "You didn't have to do all of this." Being spoiled is not something you're accustomed to.

"Just you wait," he teases, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. You moan softly into him, and you feel him twitch in his pants.

You gasp when you open the door to your room: rose petals are scattered on the floor, leading to the bed. An ice bucket on the bedside table holds a bottle of chilled champagne.

"Oh my God," you manage. No sooner does the door close behind you do you place your arms over your boyfriend's shoulders, kissing him voraciously. "You...you're perfect," you tell him between kisses.

"I would've done more, honestly," he admits, "but I'm trying to be more responsible with money. I have a future to think about now, y'know?"

"Am I in it?" The question slips out before you can process the thought, and you wish you could rewind time and take it back.

But Eddie just laughs. "In it? Baby, you are it." He snakes his hands around your waist and lifts you so can wrap your legs around him. He brings you to the bed, hyperaware of his own strength. You can tell that he's holding back, that he wants to throw you around, but he's purposely being tame.

He kisses your neck, running a calloused hand up under your shirt and cupping your breast. "This body," he breathes, "baby, I can't stop thinking about it."

"So don't," you reply cheekily, arching your back as he deepens his neck kisses. "Makes me feel better about thinking of you all the time."

He moans into you, sending shivers down your spine. You take the opportunity to wrangle with the buttons on his shirt, caught off-guard when he jerks away violently.

"W-what's wrong?" you ask, startled. You feel yourself shrinking inwards, embarrassed by your own haste.

"'S nothing," he mutters. "Maybe I can keep my shirt on?"

You frown. "But, Eds," you protest, "it's really nice. I wouldn't want it to get...ruined or anything. Besides," you add, beaming at him, "I bet you have a great body."

"Fuck," Eddie exhales, blowing the stray strands of hair from his face. "Okay. What I'm about to tell you is a total mood-killer, but I just...I need to say it."

You sit up next to him, making small circles on his back while he collects his thoughts. Silence fills the room until he finally speaks again.

"So, Harrington and Buckley--they told you about what went down during spring break back in '86, right?"

You nod, stomach churning at the memory. "You were there, too, right?"

A harsh chuckle leaves his throat. "Oh, yeah. Yeah, baby, I was there." Another pregnant pause. "I almost died trying to save this stupid town."

Your jaw drops; Robin and Steve hadn't told you this part of the story.

"One of the freshmen I knew from Hellfire, he and I were in charge of distracting those goddamn bats," Eddie continues. "That's all we had to do. I decided that that was the opportune fuckin' time to be a hero, and I went back after we were supposed to climb back into the real Hawkins." A tear slips down his cheek; you wipe it away gently.

"They got me," he chokes out. "Ripped me to shreds, shrieking and gnawing and..." His chest heaves, giving way to sobs. "I barely made it; they had to drag my half-dead body out of there. When I woke up in the hospital, I was covered in these disgusting scars." His face contorts into a repulsed expression, breaking your heart.

"Oh, Eddie." You rest your head on his shoulder. "Eddie, you--you know that some scars aren't going to change how I feel about you, right? Nothing about the way you look could make me want to leave."

He shakes his head. "No. These are different. I thought they would've healed more by now; God, it's been ten fuckin' years, but they're still awful."

"Do they still hurt?" you question, suddenly concerned about all of the times you've leaned against his torso.

"No, not anymore. Just hurts me here--" he points at his heart "--every time I see 'em."

You look at him, right into his beautiful brown eyes. "I want to kiss them."

"Absolutely not," he protests. "I don't even want you looking at them."

"Then you can't kiss my stretch marks anymore." You cross your arms over your chest defiantly. He'd discovered the marks that lined your lower tummy during a passionate make-out session, the two of you pawing at each other like high schoolers.

"Wh-why?" he sputters. "I love them. Reminds me of what a badass you are, carrying those kids for nine months." He traces a finger where he remembers them to be.

"But I hate them," you reply simply. "I think they're ugly and gross, and I don't want you to see them anymore." You think for a moment. "And that includes the ones on my thighs and my boobs."

"So I'll just never see your boobs?"

"Correct."

"That's not fair!" he pouts. "Your battle scars are beautiful; mine are--"

"Also beautiful," you interrupt. "And if you'll let me, I'd like to show you how beautiful I think you are."

Eddie's misty eyes meet yours, and he nods slowly. "Okay," he concedes. "I trust you."

You unbutton his shirt carefully, revealing the red-pink scars that mar his torso. They snake around his ribcage up towards his clavicle. It pains you to think of him laying there, helpless, thinking he was going to die in a disturbing alternate dimension.

"What're you thinking?" Eddie whispers hoarsely, afraid of your response. You notice that he's avoiding looking down at his own body.

"I'm thinking that you're the strongest, bravest, sexiest, most beautiful man I've ever seen," you tell him truthfully. "I'm thinking that there is no one else in this whole world I'd rather be with right now." And with that, you nudge him so he's laying down, head against the pillow. You do as you promised, tenderly kissing his scars. "I love them, just like you love my stretch marks, Eddie."

"I love you," he mumbles instinctually, but his eyes widen when he's realized what he's said. "I mean--fuck, I didn't wanna rush into this; I know you've got the kids, and--"

"Eddie!" you cut him off with a laugh. "Eddie, I love you, too." You shift your body so that you two are nose to nose, and you press your lips to his. "So much that it kind of scares me a little."

"Me, too," Eddie admits. "At least now we can actually make love. That's what I really wanted for tonight."

"So make love to me," you say softly. You lay down on the pillow next to him and he positions himself on top of you, brushing your hair away from your neck so he can kiss it. Slow, soft pecks that send shivers of excitement through you, deepening as he allows himself to relax and simply be in the moment.

You wrap your arms around him and raise your hips off of the bed so he can hold you by the small of your back. "I feel like...like I just can't get close enough to you," he hums in your ear. "Like no matter how close I hold you, I'll always need more." He pushes his calloused hand under your shirt, and you let him undress you until you're in nothing but your lace panties.

When you start to unbuckle his belt, he takes your hand in his, stopping you before warning, "There's more of them on my legs." You nod and he lets go, allowing you to take in the lines on his thighs and calves that match the ones on his stomach.

"Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful," you reassure him. "All of you, Eddie."

"You keep stealing the words I wanna tell you," he sulks, but his sweet smile gives him away.

"Fine," you say, "no more talking, then." You start to push down his boxers; your only desire is to make him feel good, but Eddie has his own plans.

"Let me do this for you. Let me take care of you." His words buzz around you, and you comply without an argument. He hooks his fingers around your panties, tugging them off and tossing them behind him. His hair tickles your stomach as he trails silky kisses down to your aching sex.

"See, babe?" you tell him as he licks between your folds. "See how much your body turns me on? Feel what you do to me?"

Eddie pauses briefly to grab your hand and bring it to where his hard cock strains against the cloth of his boxers. "This," he hisses at your touch, "is what you do to me." He gives you a little grin, one that makes your legs turn to jelly, before settling back in between your thighs.

He finds your clit easily, taking it between his lips and sucking softly. You moan out his name over and over; Eddie Eddie Eddie, right there, don't stop, and he doesn't, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud until he feels you grinding against his face.

"Y'want more?" he asks, and you nearly fall apart when he looks up and you can see your slick on his lips and chin.

"Please," you cry out. "'M almost there, just keep going." He nods, lapping at your cunt until you can't take anymore, and the rush of your orgasm overtakes you.

Eddie wipes his mouth on the back of his hand, clearly impressed with his own handiwork. "I swear, there's no better feeling than making you feel good, baby," he coos. He reaches into the duffel bag he packed and pulls out a box of Trojans. "I'm prepared this time," he jokes.

You want to feel him raw, unsheathed, but you don't dare risk it. Maybe someday...you think, but push the idea away. You've only been together for two months; you shouldn't be thinking about having kids with him, no matter how wonderful he is.

He wriggles out of his underwear and expertly rolls the condom onto his cock. You take a sharp breath inward as he presses himself inside you, rolling his hips slowly to position himself.

"You okay?" he asks, bringing his hands to either side of your face.

"Y-yeah," you stammer, blushing. "You just feel really good."

"Stealin' my words again, sweetheart," he laments teasingly, thrusting gently against your walls. He's purposely holding back, though you're not sure if it's to keep from hurting you or to delay his own release.

"Eddie, you can--you can go faster, if you want." It comes out as a plea, and you'd be embarrassed at how needy you sound if it didn't turn him on even more.

"I just want to be in you forever," he groans. "Is that possible? Can we try, at least?" You giggle and pull him down to you for a long, slow kiss. It feels so fun, so right, to laugh during sex. You're more vulnerable than ever, and yet you feel a sense of freedom that you've never experienced before. Your mind, usually cluttered with your never-ending list of chores and responsibilities, is filled with only one thought: Eddie.

His hips snap into yours as he pistons inside you, unable to hold back any longer. You feel the coil in your tummy snap again, and you wrap your legs around his as the two of you finish together, Eddie stuttering into you as he brings himself down.

"That was incredible," you pant as he lays down next to you. You beam at him and kiss his nose before rolling out of bed.

"Where y'going?" he whines, grabbing onto your wrist and pulling you back.

"Gotta pee," you murmur, already feeling the post-sex sleepiness set in.

"But I'm gonna miss youuuu," he drawls, jutting out his lower lip into the cutest puppy dog face you've ever seen.

You roll your eyes as you pad into the bathroom, and when you walk back to bed, Eddie's half asleep.

"Too tired for round two?" you whisper in his ear, and he laughs at the tickling sensation it brings.

"I was hoping we could cuddle," he muses, and you oblige, nuzzling your head into his neck.

"Eds?" you ask lightly, "d'you wanna put your shirt back on?"

"Nah," he says, yawning into your hair. "I don't think I do."

You both fall asleep, completely naked bodies intertwined. Young, in love, vulnerable, and free.

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Silly Birthday

Millet's Birthday 4★ story (2/3) ( 1 - 2 - 3 )

Location: kitchen (morning) ; Courbet & Millet's room ; atelier (night) | Characters: Millet, Giotto, Jan, Hubert

Millet: Well then, let's prepare for dinner.

Hubert: Alright. Jan, we'll take care of the rest, so go play.

Jan: Okaaaay!

Hubert: Millet-san, I'll boil and mash the potatoes for the cold soup.

Millet: Okay, thank you. About what I was saying earlier, do you think we should think about Watteau's birthday?

Hubert: Uh, ah… Huh?

Millet: It's going to be a fancy party, I'm sure of it. What kind of food do you think would be good?

Hubert: Uh… uhm, uuuuuhm, let's see… I-Isn't the birthday present more important than that? If you could tell me what kind of gift you would want…

Millet: Huh? What's the use of asking me what I like?

Hubert: ! No, it's just, I thought it would be helpful…!

Millet: …? Then you should probably ask Renoir rather than me. He's good friends with Watteau and I'm sure he'll be able to come up with some gift ideas that he'll like.

Hubert: W-Well… Ah, how do you feel about surprises?

Millet: It might be nice. I think Watteau will be happy about it. If we're going to do it, we have to do it in the most spectacular way possible.

Hubert: No, it's not Watteau-san I'm asking about… ah, uhm, right, it's about Watteau-san, but…

Millet: What's going on?

Hubert: I… It's nothing…!

Millet: I don't think so... Is something wrong…?

Hubert: Uh, ah, no, it's nothing–!

Giotto: Heey, Hubert. Jan told me, y'know?

Millet: Ah, Giotto-san.

Giotto: ! A-Ah, Millet. I thought Hubert was the only one here.

Millet: We were preparing dinner together. What were you saying about Jan?

Giotto: Uuuh… Well, what was it? He asked me to help Hubert.

Hubert: Ah, t-then I'd like to ask you a few questions individually, if you don't mind? Millet-san, I'm going to sit out for a while.

Millet: Okay, got it. See you.

… What is it that he wanted to ask for individually? Well, whatever. How should we celebrate Watteau, anyway…

(I know he likes fancy, but what does fancy mean in the first place? I can't come up with anything on my own. I guess I should ask Renoir…)

Hubert: I'm back.

Millet: Huh? What about Giotto-san?

Hubert: I asked for his help and he's doing that.

Millet: What was that all about? I can't believe you went to the trouble of asking for individual help.

Hubert: … It's about the “birthday”.

Millet: Ah, I see. It's about Watteau's birthday, right? I'm sure Giotto-san will do what he can to make it better. I'll do my best on the cooking part. You'll help me, right, Hubert?

Hubert: Yes, of course.

—

Millet: (I'm glad preparations for Watteau's birthday party have gone well since then. Now we just need to get the food for the day…)

… Huh?

(What is this letter… “I have an interesting idea about the birthday thing we talked about the other day, I'll discuss it with you in the atelier.”)

(...? Is this Hubert? Well, I'll just go to the atelier.)

—

Millet: Hubert? I'm here, but what's the interesting–

*confetti*

#palette parade #palette parade tl #palepare #palepare tl #card tl #card translation #translation #4★ #millet #jean françois millet

[fratboykate]

Kybgau - ok but tell us about when Yelena breaks and is like "you want to fuck? Fine. Let's FUCK." And Kate has half a second hesitation when her chest hits the counter like "what did I just do?" And then they're nothing but grunts and moans and Kate's never had sex that good. She's barely able to stand upright for more than a few minutes the rest of the night.

Then cut to the "shit, is this fucking or lovemaking" when Yelenas whispering those sweet Russian nothings in Kate's ear on orgasm #9 and Kate's just got this dopey smile on her face every event because no bathroom is safe from them.

this is the one that did it no doubt:

but also like....that outfit costs like FOURTEEN GRAND which yes, chump change to her, but she also kinda loved the dress so in the back of her mind the entire time she was getting railed she was also lowkey like "careful with the dress careful with the dress careful with the dress oh fuck nevermind the dress" ljksdhgljkdfg

kate was supposed to have dinner at some fancy restaurant with her friends before the party at some private club but she's like 'pregame the pre-party!' and she starts drinking at home, while her glam team is getting her ready. stylist, hair, make-up, everyone...they're all doing shots with her. does yelena have ANY BUSINESS being inside kate's home in any scenario, but especially while she's getting ready for her party? you know she doesnt but kate insisted she *HAD* to be assigned to the backyard, specifically standing by the pool. kate has an indoor/outdoor situation and they're getting her ready in her living room so it's all essentially the same thing. the living room is pretty much next to the pool. she knows what she's doing.

after they're all a little schwasty, kate's like "yelena...come here" and yelena's like "hard pass. i dont drink while i work" and kate's all "is the russian afraid of a little vodka?" and yelena is like:

and POUNDS three shots in the time it takes kate to drink one. hell will freeze before she lets kate embarrass her in front of all her little minions. so now kate's like:

but she's also like "BET! I FINALLY MADE YOU BREAK! GAME FUCKING ON!".

they get her hair and make-up ready. time to get the dress on. yelena hasn't seen it. kate kept this one tight to her chest. she wants it to be A Reveal. kate goes upstairs with her stylist and after a while she comes down. yelena sees her and is like:

(obviously on the inside y'know. she's a professional boi who gives nothing away)

kate sends everyone off and then it's just the two of them left inside the house. she goads yelena into another shot (or two, who's counting?). yelena's already three shots deep so while she's not drunk (she's russian come on) she's also not fully sober. now they're going toe to toe. banter's going a mile a minute. flirting without actually flirting? they invented that. then, all of a sudden, yelena clams up. she gave too much. this is HER JOB. she's a professional. she's back into the role. and inside her head kate's like "naaaaaaaaah...i already saw the cracks. im getting back in either willingly or by force". so yelena is back to having a stick up her ass. a while back kate had convinced her to stop being so formal with her and just call her "kate" but all of a sudden yelena is back to "miss bishop we need to go...yes, miss bishop...no, miss bishop" for the next few hours. it's getting on kate's nerves so fucking bad.

so they're at the party. full swing. she drank more at dinner and she's DEFINITELY knocking them back at the party (plus some other fun party favors that are in her system. favors which FBAU!Yelena would DEFINITELY not approve of haha). yelena is outside by the car when someone comes to get her. "kate requested you inside" and yelena is all "ffs what does this bitch need now". so she's looking for kate in a room where literally everyone is worth at least ten million dollars and she has like $200 in her bank account. she is soooo out of place. she cant find kate. she has booze in her system so she's pissy and doesnt give af so she texts kate like "where are you? i dont see you im going back outside. get one of your friends to help you" and like a second later kate texts back "bathroom. friends cant help with what i need."

and listen, yelena's been around kate when she's fucked. she's held her hair back over the toilet. comes with the territory. it is what it is. so in her head yelena's like "goddamn it its too early for you to be this messy". she makes kate tell her exactly what bathroom she's in and goes to find her. she goes inside and kate's...fine??? so yelena's all "???????? what do you need, miss bishop?" and kate, now all sorts of NOT sober, is done playing games so she just tells her. "you". yelena obviously rebuffs her at first but kate's not letting it go. not this time. and eventually yelena is basically like "you wanna fuck? fine. i'll show you fucking." and before she knows it kate is looking at their reflections in the mirror while she's bent over the sink.

best birthday gift ever???? best birthday gift ever.

can you imagine getting fucked into another universe at your own birthday party? when everyone you know is on the other side of the door? and it's like A WHOLE THING in the social calendar of the year. everyone who's anyone is here to tell you how cool and great you are, meanwhile youre in the bathroom getting put in your place by YOUR EMPLOYEE??? kate's all "are you gonna call me 'miss bishop' now?" and yelena gets all Toppy Top on her and is all "ill call you whatever i want to call you...kate" (but with like...some russian flavor accent in there...katerina type shit y'know?). and kate's all:

anyway...that's how kate learns all the fantasies she had for monthsssssssssssssssssssss, the ones she was convinced were PREMIUM CONTENT fell waaaaaaaay short of the real thing

she's hooked and no one can blame her

#messy messy girls #horrrrrny horrrrrrrrny gals #kybgau #anonymous #answers #kybgaup

[kylorengarbagedump]

Little Bird: Chapter 23

Read on AO3. Part 22 here. Part 24 here.

Summary: Apparently, you can't get yourself to enjoy a dinner party, even if you're the guest of honor.

Words: 4700

Warnings: egregious dinner party antics, Hux is a bitch, Handmaid AU

Characters: Kylo Ren x Handmaid!Reader

A/N: I've never really written anything like this before. I'm not really sure what I'm doing. This chapter was like PULLING fucking TEETH. Would really love feedback/input/criticism.

Regardless, I hope y'all enjoyed. I am SO HAPPY the Daddy kink was well-received--we're all going to hell, yay!

I always want to stress how grateful I am that I receive the kind of interaction that I do. I feel so lucky and blessed to have folks like y'all. Thank you so much, I love all of you very much. <3 

The longer you sat, the deeper the burn at your backside became. The aloe that Ren had so generously applied had long worn off, at this point, but the real issue was the swelling, the heat, like a bubbling sunburn that had managed to sear itself across your entire ass. How generous of him, too, to supply you with this right before an event that required sitting.

It was only minutes, now, until the guests would arrive, and Emma and Rose were twittering in the kitchen, preparing the finishing touches on the meals. You, Johana, and Kylo Ren sat in the ornate dining room, with its tiered crystal chandelier and wall-to-wall windows that opened out toward the garden. At the long, mahogany dining table, the married couple were appointed at the heads, with you at the center, like an entertainment piece. The table had already been prepared with nine settings. The silence was so thick you could hear your blood in your toes.

Johana sighed. “Only a few people agreed to come, after all, Sir. Very short notice.”

“Mm.” Ren provided no evidence of interest or investment in what she had said.

“You know, Sir,” she said, “I’m doing this for you. For us.”

“How thoughtful of you.” 

“It is, isn’t it?” She sat back in her chair, arms crossed. “If only you could afford me the same grace.” Her eyes laid on you. “Not that it’ll be a problem too much longer, I’m sure.”

Swallowing, you stared at your hands. Ren hadn’t offered you a glance since he’d sat--hadn’t even offered a word when he’d dropped off your clothing at your door. Johana kept sticking you and her husband with sharp, suspicious glares, as if she could smell the sex on you, could see the leather marks on your thighs, could hear the words lingering on your tongue: yes, Daddy.

You pinched your legs together, fighting a shiver, fighting disgust with yourself. Back in reality, your willingness to break for him brought a nauseating chill to your stomach. After all, here you were, ready to perform for his friends, the very men who had shackled you to a dress and womb-service or death. Here you were, obedient and eager, with all of the humanity and agency of a pet, but with a hidden array of tricks that consisted of beg and swallow.

“Dolpheld Mitaka and his Wife have arrived, Ms. Johana.” Emma’s voice snapped you to attention, and you shifted, hoping to ease some of the pain. 

Following Emma’s introduction, a young, boyish man entered, his Wife--a small, timid-looking thing--on his heels. He nodded to Ren, glimpsing you for a brief second before avoiding your gaze, cheeks tinged pink.

Dolpheld focused on Ren, he and his Wife sitting across from you, near Johana. “Uh, sir, your…” 

“Per request of Snoke,” he replied. “I wouldn’t choose to share my table with a Handmaid.”  

Johana snorted, and Ren’s gaze daggered her. She cleared her throat. “Ofkylo plans on staying out of the way, doesn’t she?”

You gazed at your fists as they tensed in your lap--but you nodded. The name Dolpheld was familiar--he’d been the Commander of one of the Handmaids at the Resistance base. A cold rush coated the inside of your chest. You hoped she’d gotten away. Looking at him, though, he seemed harmless, almost pathetic. Hadn’t Ren said a few old men? As for Dolpheld’s Wife--she appeared intent on ignoring your existence entirely, which was fine by you, anyway.

Emma darted in again. “Armitage Hux and his Wife, ma’am.”

Armitage. From behind Emma emerged a stiff, reedy man with coiffed copper hair and an expression that managed to communicate both complete disdain for every living creature and unbearable smugness. His Wife was boxy and brown-haired, the type of person of which nothing notable could be said other than her utter lack of notability. It seemed strange to see these two wallpaper women at the same table as Johana--in role, like them, but in personhood, incongruous. 

“Ren,” said Armitage, the name rolling off of his tongue with hidden mirth. “Mitaka.”

“Hux.” Dolpheld nodded, looking at the table. His Wife appeared similarly occupied. 

Armitage and his Wife sat across from you, too, with Armitage taking a seat next to Ren. You looked between them, wondering if they knew of each other’s dalliances, or if the fact that Commanders brazenly fucked their Handmaids was an accepted fact of Gilead. Though you knew Ofarmitage didn’t just consider her relationship fucking. Horrifically, you felt the same way about yours.

“Imagine my surprise when we were offered a dinner invitation to your home,” Armitage said. “I can’t remember the last time we dined together, Ren.”

“Unsurprising,” replied Ren. “Your memory is frequently faulty.”

“At least my judgement remains intact.” He smirked. “Or did I mishear the reason for the invitation?”

“No, you didn’t, Commander Hux,” said Johana, folding a napkin over her lap. The other Wives looked at her with widened eyes. “We are here to discuss a possible resolution. Once--”

“Ms. Johana!” Emma squawked, for some reason breathless. “Commander Snoke--”

Before Emma could finish, an older man pushed through the threshold, accompanied by a young, blank-faced woman. His head was misshapen, craggy--a scar of war, you presumed, that had grown now into his flesh. One of his eyes bulged precipitously above his cheekbone, the other dug into his skull, the skin of his cheeks stretched like wet linen over his face. He wore a deep yellow suit jacket, threads interlaced with thin strands of red and gold. 

The very second he entered, Ren stood, eyes aimed at the floor, and you blinked, tensing your jaw to keep it from dropping. Armitage followed, and then Dolpheld, their Wives in their shadows as the man meandered his way to the side of the table that you sat on, his Wife next to you. He remained standing, surveying the table--against your better judgement, you met his gaze. A tiny smirk formed on his lips. 

“Good evening, everyone.”

His voice froze your blood. This was the same man from the recording. The man who had spoken to Ben Solo. That man, this man--they were all--

“Commander Snoke,” said Armitage and Ren, in unison. Dolpheld cleared his throat.

“Let’s be seated, shall we?” 

Snoke lowered himself to the table, and the other men mimicked him. The air had thickened to a degree that you found your own chest tightening for the lack of oxygen. Next to you, his Wife was robotic in her focus, her body iron and unmoving. You marveled at her beauty--other than Johana, she was one of the only genuinely pretty Wives you’d seen. Examining her closer, she wasn’t just young, either. She was young. Perhaps not much older than eighteen. The thought made you shudder.

The Marthas swished into the room, doling out salad onto the tiny plates at everyone’s place settings. As they served, Johana straightened, meeting Ren’s gaze from across the table. He was silent.

“Commander Snoke,” she said. “As you know--”

“Kylo Ren,” said Snoke, ignoring Johana completely. She blanched. “Your initiative on the western front brought us another victory. A very cunning move you made, heading off their supply route. Their soldiers were going to starve before they submitted to Gilead forces.” A low, dark chuckle left him. “An excellent maneuver that Armitage could learn from.”

Ren lowered his head, brow cocked. Armitage’s eyes narrowed, and he cut into his salad.

“Speaking of learning,” the redhead said, “Mitaka, I recently learned your Handmaid went missing.”

Dolpheld seemed focused on avoiding any involvement in this conversation. “Uh, yes. Yes, we did… experience that.”

“Strange.” Armitage’s attention flicked from you to your Commander. “Ren, aren’t we here for a similar issue? Your Handmaid going missing?”

Anxiety clogged your throat. You studied your salad as if it had become the most interesting collection of green leaves and croutons you’d ever seen. 

“Well,” said Johana, “not exactly--”

Armitage waved her off. “Right, yes, his suspension, isn’t it? For botching some ability to prevent Resistance interference?” His scrutiny returned to you. “Very foolish of you, Ren. For all we know, she could be with the Resistance now.”

“There was no evidence of any Resistance involvement,” Johana said. “As far as we know, it was a rogue Guardian.” She sliced apart a leaf of lettuce. “Right, Commander?”

Ren’s brow twitched. “Yes.”

“Rogue Guardian,” Armitage mused. “Interesting. Mitaka, didn’t your Handmaid disappear in much the same way? Middle of the day? During daylight? Guardian interference?”

Dolpheld glanced between Ren and Armitage, shrugging. “I suppose so, but the investigation was inconclusive, so--”

“That’s right!” The grin on Armitage’s face could split steel. “The investigation was inconclusive. If only we could’ve gotten more information to help guide us.” He turned to Ren. “Maybe we could talk to that Guardian your Handmaid was found with.”

An image in your mind: pop. Ren’s face was blanker than polished stone.

“Ah, that’s right.” He snapped, feigning a realization. “We can’t. You killed him. Shame, that.” Sighing, he popped a piece of lettuce into his mouth. “Is that type of behavior really something we should be lifting a suspension for?”

“There was good reason my husband acted as he did,” Johana said. “The Guardian had a gun with him.” She stared directly at you. “Isn’t that right?”

Every pair of eyes at the table aimed at you, like you’d tripped a sensor, set off an alarm--or maybe that was the alarm inside of your brain, wailing in panic. It wasn’t like you had to lie, but there was something about being complicit in this game that made your palms sweat.

“That’s… right,” you said. “He. He did have a gun.”

Johana gestured toward you. “The situation was dangerous.”

Armitage chuckled. “Oh, please, every smuggler carries a weapon. What we want to know is if he was part of a larger organization.” His eyes, a roaring seafoam green, bored into you. “There’s a rumor the Angel and Wife he was working for are part of the Resistance.”

The pressure in your throat choked your words. You sought help from Ren, but his stare was directed at Johana--you followed it, meeting her gaze.

“Go on,” she said. “Tell them how you ran.”

Swallowing, you fiddled with your fingers. “I ran of my own volition,” you said. “I asked a Guardian, he said he’d help. That’s it.” You shook your head. “I didn’t meet anyone from the Resistance.”

Johana shrugged, returning to her food. “That’s it, then.”

Armitage took a bite, chewing. After a moment, he frowned. “A Guardian agreed to help you?” he asked. “In exchange for what?”

“You know Handmaids.” Johana’s expression stilled your blood. “They only have a few valuable things to offer.”

Heat rushed you, and you dropped your head, examining your folded hands in your lap. For once, you wished you were wearing your wings so you’d have a better chance to obscure your reddening face. Even if you had been in a position to disagree, you knew that Johana was trying to protect you--if only secondarily to her own interests.

Armitage motioned to you. “Commander Snoke,” he implored, “do you see what we’re keeping in our homes? A Handmaid who offers up her body in exchange to escape Gilead? This is one for the Colonies, at least.”

Your heart stalled, your jaw tightened.

“I don’t think that would be necessary,” Johana replied.

“It very well may be.” He shrugged. “If she allows just anyone to utilize what God has provided for a specific purpose--”

“That’s exactly it, she could be pregnant,” Johana said, “and--”

“It was a momentary lapse in judgement.” Ren finally met your eyes. “Her re-education is progressing smoothly.”

Snoke hummed in thought, glancing between you and your Commander, his gaze peeling you apart--then leaned toward Ren, murmuring something, and Armitage sneered as the two men entered a private conversation. Silence settled over the table; you noticed not a single Wife had taken a bite of her food, other than Johana. Not that you were particularly interested in eating, either. Something about the atmosphere, maybe. Or all the guests who had the power to end your life.

Soon, the Marthas were ushering in the main course: some sort of pork tenderloin, you gathered, with what looked to be a cranberry jam and a smattering of watercress on the side. You sighed. Gilead had done nothing to endear you to vegetables, no matter how frequently you were eating them. 

Across the table, Ren and Snoke were still muttering to each other. Your Commander’s demeanor seemed changed in front of this older man, like a living echo of the person you’d heard on the recording--Ben Solo. Ren had said he was dead, but watching him now, with the slight hunch to his shoulders, the flickering eye contact, the unguarded ache in his pupils, you wondered what dead truly meant in this world. Gilead had blurred the lines of existence to meaningless muddle. After all, you might call yourself dead, too. 

You wondered who Ben Solo might have been. You wondered if who you had been might have liked him. 

“You know, Johana,” said Armitage, eyeing Ren and Snoke, “it’s really too bad that you don’t have gatherings like this more often.” He signaled the rest of the table. “Don’t you all agree?”

The Wives, ever silent, nodded. Dolpheld appeared noncommittal, in agreement only out of what seemed to be obligation. How had someone so doughy and tender earned the rank of Commander?

“Well…” She offered a half-smile. “Never really had an occasion for one as of recent, I supposed.”

“But you and Canady had them all the time, didn’t you?” 

Canady. You remembered that name. Ren had used it during the hushed conversation he and Johana had shared in the hallway. That must have been her husband--the one who had died during the revolution. 

Johana’s back stiffened, adjusting her grip on her fork as she supplied Armitage with a tight grin. “We did,” she said. “Often.”

“I thought so. I remember those parties. Don’t you, Mitaka?”

“I, uh, I guess so.”

“They were lovely,” said Mitaka’s Wife. 

“Oh,” Johana mumbled, “thank you. Yes. We did enjoy them. Those were the days. We were all so young. Parties then were… well… now we have gatherings with multiple courses. All of that.” She paused, swallowing. For a moment, her gaze met yours, then returned to her plate. “God has truly blessed us. We couldn’t ask for more.” 

“Right,” said Armitage. “Must be difficult, though, having to deal with Ren’s behavior.”

At the head of the table, Kylo Ren acted as if Armitage had spent the entire dinner with his mouth sewn shut. He was intent, listening to whatever was being said by Snoke.

“Not that it’s bizarre, considering what he’s done in the past. The equipment ruined, the meetings thrown off-kilter. You remember, don’t you, Mitaka?”

“Oh, I don’t know…”

“I remember,” said Mitaka’s Wife.

Mitaka groaned. “Honey, please--”

“I remember, too,” Armitage’s Wife added.

“Brilliant.” Armitage took a bite of his food, chewing triumphantly. “Can’t imagine what it’s like being married to him. A true, enduring woman, you are.”

Johana’s face paled. She glanced across the table to Ren, who was still engrossed in Snoke’s quiet speech. Her lip trembled, and she shrugged, pushing a piece of pork in her mouth. You watched Armitage, who, despite having picked off half of his plate, was appearing more voracious by the second. 

“Yes,” she said, “well--”

“And Canady was a good man,” Armitage continued. “When was he killed? Three? Four years ago? How long have you been married to Ren?”

Perhaps to anyone who didn’t know her, Johana appeared the picture of composure. But you could see the twitch at her jaw, the frustrated flutter of her nostrils, the whitening of her tiny knuckles. She took another slice of pork, gnashing it with her back molars. 

“Three years this December.”

Armitage nodded. “Of course. That was such a brilliant sacrifice Canady made, really--Ren was right to order it.”

Johana stabbed into her watercress, silent.

“Don’t you think it was noble that Canady--”

“I think Ms. Johana is tired of talking about her deceased husband.” 

The words shocked you as they entered the air. What shocked you more was that they had left your mouth. The rest of the table appeared equally flabbergasted, the scraping of forks and knives halting, the dining room flooded with flummoxed silence. The only people who hadn’t appeared to notice were Snoke and Ren--but for Ren’s part, he’d ceased speaking entirely. You couldn’t hear Snoke’s words over the ringing of your own ears, the deafening thump of your heartbeat at your temples. Johana gazed at you, lips parted, as if she was seeing you for the very first time.

“Is this how you allow your Handmaids to speak to you?” Armitage’s brow was cocked, but he turned to Dolpheld, sparking a new topic. 

You met Johana’s eyes again. Her chest fell in a slow breath, and she broke the stare, turning to her food. Exhaling, you shook out the tremble in your hands, shifting to relieve some of the ache that had built at your backside. As the din in your head dimmed, you glanced at your Commander, wondering what had him so captivated.

“While we’re on the topic, we did find the body on the side of the road, as you described. One bullet hole to the skull.” Snoke dragged his knife through the soft meat on his plate. 

“Yes.” Ren’s gaze was vacant. “Efficient.”

“Well, you always are,” Snoke replied. “And you had an excellent idea to string it up near the border. After even a couple of days, it looks ghoulish.”

Your stomach churned. For some reason, you’d hoped the Resistance had managed to get Poe’s body, bury him properly. The thought of him hanging somewhere along the borders of Gilead, his pretty face pecked apart by birds--if you had been hungry before, you certainly weren’t, now. The fact that it had been your Commander’s idea somehow made it worse.

“It lured out a pocket of Resistance members at the border trying to reclaim the body,” Ren replied. “We killed them all.”

The more words you caught, the sicker you became. You wanted to be thankful that it meant that Finn and Rey were still alive--but the thought of any deliberate death at Ren’s hands was emptying you of gratitude.

“Really?” Snoke said. “You plan to display them, too, I hope.”

“It’s already been completed.” 

At some point, sweat had drenched your back. You desperately needed Ren to stop talking--he spoke as if they’d hung draperies, not bodies. It didn’t seem possible that this was the same man who’d coddled you to his chest, who’d pressed his lips to your forehead, who’d carried you like spun glass to your bedroom. This man, the one who’d rended your ribcage open with a desire to be known, be seen, the one who had, just hours ago, fucked you until you sobbed and smothered your ass in welts--this was the very same man openly admitting to slaughtering and hanging bodies of other humans for the benefit of your own continued enslavement.

You wanted to explode out of your skin. Perhaps what was worse was that, in reality, it did seem possible, and you’d known it was possible--the memory of Poe’s hot blood on your face cemented that. You’d just willed yourself to forget, allowed yourself to drown in the pointless, foolish desire to be your Commander’s equal. To be, in his eyes, alive. As if you could redeem the devil. As if the devil could redeem you.

“You’re managing to accomplish quite a bit despite your suspension,” said Snoke. “I suppose that’s the benefit of managing an independent militia.”

“I hope to prove to you and the Council that my limited access to the main command is unwarranted.”

“Hm.” Snoke sat, considering Ren. “Yet you didn’t seem interested in proving that when you left your post.”

Ren’s jaw stiffened. At the other side of the table, Armitage leaned forward, ear toward Snoke.

“You made an idiotic, irresponsible decision and abandoned your command during a critical period.” Snoke’s voice was low, harsh. “A decision only a child would make.”

Despite this, Kylo Ren said nothing. He stared into his plate.

“Your accomplishments with the Resistance at the border are meaningless--not when we have interference under our own noses of which you inexplicably destroyed our ability to obtain any further knowledge on.” Snoke released an empty laugh. “The more responsibility I award you, the more reckless you become.”

“Commander Snoke, my performance has been exemplary these past three--”

“And for what, Ren?” Snoke’s hand was tight around his knife. “You abdicated your post, left our armies without direction, killed a possible Resistance member, incapacitated our intelligence--for what?” 

Ren’s mouth opened--but Armitage spoke.

“Commander Snoke, I actually heard something interesting.” To your horror, he was staring at you. “There was some report... of an inappropriate relationship between Ren and his Handmaid.”

Your heart disintegrated. Thousands of thoughts stormed your mind at once, chasing breath from your lungs, petrifying your muscles, inspiring sweat at your hairline--what did he know, when did he learn, how long had he sat on this, and who told him--yet through the flurry, there was only one identifiable constant, a bell in your brain. 

Ofarmitage.

“Fascinating.” In a slow, controlled revolution, Snoke turned, leaning past his Wife, his stare spearing you. “Wouldn’t be the first time we’ve heard of such a rumor.” His beady eyes flitted over you. “But for this Handmaid?” He scoffed. “Really.”

“Commander Snoke, you should remember that previous Handmaids in this home were dispatched due to no interference on my husband’s part,” Johana interjected quickly. “It was at my behest.”

Snoke continued to act as if Johana were a tiny blue fly on the wall. “So is this why you did it, Ren?” he said, leveling you with the garrote of his gaze. “All of that for… this?” 

You bit your lip. He had some nerve to allow his voice to drip with that level of disgust. Beside him, Ren was silent, avoiding your eyes. 

“What is it?” Snoke said. “What’s special about her?”

The question made your heart ache with an unarticulated anguish. It wasn’t just about you. It was the sameness you’d found in each other’s eyes, the admiration for the possibility in the stars, the gnawing need to know that wrenched you both from your own pedestals of reason. You’d stirred his relics of doubt, he’d awakened your latent compassion. It wasn’t just you--it was the both of you, fettered to Gilead and each other by the very same chains.  

“Let’s hear from her, then.” Snoke eased forward in his chair, a smug grin tearing the fabric of his face. His knife was still gripped in his palm, resting on his plate. “Why do you think Ren sacrificed all of that just for you, hm?”

You sat, glancing over the table, flesh crawling as every sticky gaze studied you. It was as if black coffee had spilled over your tongue, drying it, the bitterness biting at you from the back of your throat. Gathering courage--or something like it--from the depths of your diaphragm, you leaned over the table, returned Snoke’s stare.

“What does it matter why he sacrificed?” you asked. “Doesn’t my uterus hold enough value to justify it?”  Perhaps that hadn’t been courage. Perhaps it’d been stupidity. 

But what crossed over Snoke’s face wasn’t rage. It was curiosity. “It matters because his motivation for sacrifice determines where his loyalty lies.” His thin lips curled in a grin. “With Gilead? Or with you?”

“So a person can’t sacrifice for a Handmaid without betraying Gilead?”

“No.”

“Then why have Handmaids at all? How else are you populating your country?” Your voice was growing louder than you intended. “If the Commander sacrifices for me, it must be for the value that was given to me by you.”

Ren’s eyes, dark with something unknowable, glimpsed you for a blink. The table was silent. You swallowed. 

“Fascinating,” said Snoke. The knife trembled in his hand, rapping the plate. “Your proposition is that I gave you this value? That it was not ordained by God?”

You nodded. “Why would God give me a mind and tell me not to use it? Why would he give me a body that needed to be controlled?”

“Your error is assuming God gives reasons for anything.” Snoke’s knife rose from the plate, stuck in his quaking fist. 

“Then,” you replied, neck stiff, “it seems that he gives just as many and as valid reasons as you.”

Snoke slammed the knife into the table, a crooked smile on his pale face, Wives recoiling in squeals, except for his own, who remained perfectly porcelain next to you. Johana’s arms snapped to her sides--both you and her sought out Ren, who sat. And did nothing. Your hands began to quiver. What had happened to you will be safe?

“Precocious little thing you have here, isn’t she, Ren?” Snoke’s arm shot out, his gnarled hand snatching your chin. “What exactly have you been teaching her during these re-education sessions?” With surprising strength, he yanked you forward onto the table. The texture of his skin was like papyrus. “Can you tell me what you’ve learned?”

You leered at Ren, internally begging him to see you. His eyes were distant, focused on the wall. “Obedience,” you said. “Honesty.”

“Seems you could still use a bit of humility.” He turned back to Ren. “What do you think, my boy? Christine is new to the home, but we could always use a Handmaid.” The bones in his fingers crushed your chin. “Maybe I could take her off of your hands for a month.”

Ren’s eye twitched. 

“Commander Snoke, please excuse me.” Johana’s voice was followed by the release of his grasp as she wrenched his arm down, pulling you out of your chair. “I must admit that I provided her with a little medication before dinner for nausea. I think it must be getting to her.”

“Nausea medication.” Snoke scanned you like you were meat. “For what?”

“I told you that she might be pregnant, sir.” She was still ushering you out of the room, her little fingers manacles around your wrist. “I’m going to get her to bed. Please, please excuse her behavior. She’s never like this.”

“Never,” Ren said, finally exercising his mouth for something other than looking fuckable. He met your eyes, and you glared at him, internally cursing him, cursing yourself for trusting him.

Johana rushed you through the darkened halls, her hands urging you forward, mumbling under her breath as she whisked you up the stairs and into your bedroom. When you crossed the threshold, she nearly shoved you onto your bed, gasping, sweat decorating her forehead. Baby hairs had sprung free from her braids, curling at her nape, at her temples. She examined you, shaking her head.

“Are you an idiot?” she said. “Do you have a deathwish?”

You shook your head. “No, Ms. Johana--”

“Oh, don’t Ms. Johana me,” she said, swatting at you from a distance. “You know exactly what you were doing down there. Now we’re lucky if the Commander ever gets his suspension lifted. He’s supposed to be re-educating you.”

“Well…” You shifted, fighting the urge to seethe at the scrape of the mattress on your ass. “He is…”

She rolled her eyes. “I’m sure.” Sighing, she wiped her palms on her dress, smoothing over the wild bits of her hair. She shook her head. “Thank you, by the way. For what you did.”

“Oh.” Blood rushed your cheeks. “Well, Armitage seems like a jackass.”

“Oh, Lord,” she said, “you don’t even know the half of it. He and the Commander used to...” She stopped herself, cast her eyes over you, reminding herself of your role, and cleared her throat. “Look. Don’t say anything else. Don’t do anything else. Just stay up here for the rest of the night. I’ll handle this.” She turned, shutting the door behind her--but before it closed, she added, “Goodnight.”

You laid back on your bed, deflated. “Goodnight, Johana.”

#kylo ren smut #kylo ren x reader #kylo x reader #kylo ren imagine #kylo ren #kylo trash #little bird #handmaid au #nerd whinings #fanfiction problems #just a fancy dinner party y'know

[inkdemonapologist]

[BatIM Call of Cthulhu Masterpost]

WE STARTED.... A NEW SCENARIO..... as you may have read in Boo’s summary post, for some unknown reason aLL MUSICAL AND PERFORMANCE ABILITY SEEMS TO BE??? GONE??? Sammy woke up, realised he couldn’t hold even the simplest tune in his head, and immediately lost THIRTY-ONE SANITY in one hit

..... YOU KNOW THAT MAKES SENSE HONESTLY

 anyway i have a some out-of-context quotes from the game for u all under the readmore if ur into that kinda thing!!!

[Sammy is played by me, Joey is played by Boo (inkyvendingmachine), Henry is played by Maf (inkcryptid), Jack is played by Mochi (whatyouwantedmetosee) and Thren (haunted-hijinxer) is our GM!]

[GM] It's a tough voice to do, so you can't be as choosy, and your resident Bendy cannot act to save his life, so that's no good-- [Joey] Uh-oh. [Jack] Sorry, Lurks. [Joey] I'm just so worried he's going to have to act now... [Jack] Clearly, he should've used the time between scenarios to train that! [GM] Yeah, that's just what everybody wants I'm sure, is the Lurker training in LYING. That sounds like a great idea!

[GM] *asking for dice rolls to see how well our actual jobs are going* We can do a little bit of mundanity to, to treasure, and keep you warm later!

[Henry] Should I spend Luck points on this? No, I'm not spending Luck on work. [Sammy] That's a good general life policy

[Jack] Does Jack have any contacts? [Joey] No, he has glasses! :D [Jack] noooo that's my job! It's my job to make Jack's puns! ....Contacts probably didn't exist in the 1930s, that's okay. [Sammy] No, don't say that! Boo's going to have to look it up now!

[GM] What spell is Joey working on? [Jack] (Spell of Make Investor Like You)

[Joey] I think he probably has filing cabinets specifically to put occult stuff in and lock. And then the rest of his office is just piles and tables of animation stuff that you're like "...shouldn't this??? be??? in the filing cabinet???"

[GM] Allison remarks, "The companions of our childhood always possess a certain power of our minds, which hardly any later friend can obtain." [Sammy] Y'know, normal, just nORMAL CASUAL CHATTER, [GM] Tom, working on the pipe, just kinda mutters, "I enjoy friends, dear not only by habit and association, but from their own merits." And she gives him a look! [Jack] ...love at first whATEVER THIS IS,

[Sammy] ...Sammy's not amused. [GM] The band's amused! [Jack] Jack is probably amused.

[GM] So far things are going very well, but y'know, [Jack] Only so long until we crit fail something! [Sammy] NEVER TOO LATE TO MESS IT UP!

[GM] Allison's vibe is like, I Didn't Study This Exactly, But I Was Hoping It Could Just Work Out! [Jack] ...She has a lot of practice at just... making things work out, huh.... 

[GM] Is there anything else Joey would try to show off? [Joey] Tries to think... what else is at the Studio... [Jack] "Do you wanna talk to our janitor? He's really cool!"

[Joey] I roll to see if Joey can put two brain cells together,

[Jack] I have to appreciate that Bendy said he didn’t have the keys today. He’s been stealing them before, but THIS TIME isn’t his doing!

[Sammy] If there’s anything he needs to do himself, then he’ll come in early, but I don’t know what state we’re in -- [Joey] Uh, New York. [Sammy] ...what? [Joey] You didn’t know what state we’re in. :) [Sammy] [Sammy] thanks

[Joey] Oh Joey’s absolutely coming in early. Joey woke up, and felt great, so he’s going to menace every other department today, because he has the energy to get his fingers into everything! [Sammy] *distressed sounds in the background*

[Sammy] Hey how come when we did a Halloween cartoon, we all went to Haiti, but we’re doing a cartoon about a fair and we’re not going to a fair? [Jack] [Jack] I think we all know why.

*trying to decide who goes to Joey’s fancy dinner with an investor* [Sammy] I don’t know if Sammy will help you... [Sammy] Unless you bring Sammy and put him on a piano, like a small child that needs to be immediately handed crayons.

[Joey] Joey will say that they’re essentially the second hands in each of the departments-- [Jack] Yeah, Abby, the second hand… entire Art Department director, [GM] Uh-huh. [Joey] She… she knows,, [GM] Joey, [Joey] She knows that Joey… is … Big Gay for Henry,,, [GM] This is true, but I think she likes nominal acknowledgement that she holds a position, [Jack] He can just say that they’re high-ranking, and not-- [Joey] No I rolled badly, Joey’s going to say that Sammy and Henry are busy, so he brought his second-best! :) [GM] Abby is massaging her temples. [Joey] Sorry, Abby. He is,, an idiot,,, [GM] I think she’d be a lot more bothered if she couldn’t go and commiserate with Henry about it. Like, “why can’t he keep it straight?” [GM] ……………….well. She knows why he can’t keep it straight.

[GM] It’s about midnight, and something... strange.... happens. The trumpet player, who is leading the band -- [Joey] -- has a trumpet for a head! [GM] what no

*Joey succeeds a sanity check, Jack fails it* [GM] Joey, roll 1d10! [Joey] Uh, 3? [GM] Okay, you’re only down three sanity, that’s not so bad! [GM] Jack, roll 6d10! [Jack] what? [Joey] Six??? SIX d10s????? [GM] Yeah! [Joey] nICE KNOWING YOU, JACK!!! It’s time for Sillytime Jack.

[Jack] Smash cut to Henry, curled up in bed, nice and cozy,

[GM] I will also note, you cannot seem to Fast Talk. [Joey] ...what else can I do? [GM] Just normal talk. Like a normal person.

[Jack] I feel like Jack probably has a hunch that it’s weird nightmarish horror nonsense, on account of he just lost nineteen sanity,

[GM] Abby’s gonna try to take him to the hospital. [Jack] Jack’s just going to let that happen, because he’s shaken enough that he doesn’t have any significantly better ideas! Other than AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA,

[Sammy] *rolling sanity damage* 9… 9, stop that…. 4, [Jack] You’ve already lost more than Jack! [Sammy] 2, ...6, and 1! [Joey] That’s 31. [GM] Okay, Sammy has six sanity! [Sammy] eXCUSE ME?????

[Joey] Joey does want to head home… what day is it? [GM] Friday, the 13th! [Jack] HM, [Sammy] I GUESS IT IS, ISN’T IT… I wasn’t keeping track, but I guess it sure is! [GM] A delightful treat for myself, when I was looking up days in July, in 1934, [Sammy] WAIT, NO, ITS ACTUALLY A COINCIDENCE? Oh my gosh, [Jack] Because Friday the 13th wouldn’t even be a spooky day at this point in time! [GM] It is now! [Jack] It’s spooky, but just for us!

[Sammy] Sammy would try to call Jack, he’d try to call Joey, he’d try to call Henry -- probably several times, [Henry] sammy gets jack’s cat [Henry] phone is answered with meows [Jack] That does seem fitting for a really bad luck roll; the phone gets answered, and Sammy’s really relieved -- and it’s just the cat. [Sammy] Sammy, at 6 sanity: “jack’s tuRNED INTO A CAT,”

[Joey] The phone kept on ringing, so the cat just batted it off the cradle, [Jack] I feel like Jack probably doesn’t usually get a significant number of calls, so like, this many calls in a row is just obnoxious! [Jack] Cat’s having none of it. [Jack] Phone ring isn’t breakfast! [Jack] Where is the soft provider of food.

[GM] Oh no, you know what’s going to happen? Henry’s gonna get through to Jack, and then when Sammy calls it’s busy! [Sammy] cALLS JACK IT’S BUSY, CALLS HENRY IT’S BUSY, [Jack] I was gonna say maybe Henry would call Sammy first, because Sammy was one of the original three. [Jack] …Henry calls Sammy, Sammy is busy because SAMMY is trying to call someone, and then Henry calls Jack, and Sammy tries to call Jack again-- [Sammy] *laughing* THE HORROR, The deep, bone-chilling horror of A TIME BEFORE CALL-WAITING!!

[Henry] Is Joey there? [Jack] Yeah. [Henry] Are you guys alright? [Jack] ……………….hm,

[Jack] Cat is just sat on Joey, purring. Something is wrong with the human. Purr to fix the human.

[Henry] I called Sammy to make sure he’s okay, but-- [Abby] Was he? [Henry] No.

[Joey] Joey is going to be… obstinate feels like the wrong word? [Joey] He’s being the cat where you put the leash on, and the cat just sits down. [Joey] That is the Joseph mood right now.

[Sammy] *muttering* First one boyfriend turns into a cat, now the other boyfriend’s voice is wrong, today is terrible,

[Joey] This is Joey’s everything. [Sammy] That’s Joey’s contribution to the party! That’s like, your bard can no longer play music. [Sammy] ……….which is also true, but Sammy contributes other things. [Jack] Like Intimidate! [Sammy] Right now he contributes paranoia!

#call of cthulu: haunted hijinx #when in doubt just keep drawing #sammy lawrence #IM STILL REELING FROM THIS

[young-dumb-and-vaccinated]

The Cult Girl (Hannibal x Female!Reader) pt. 13

Hello friends we have come to the end of Cult Girl. Thank you all for hyping me up throughout this story and giving me the confidence to actually post my work. Y/n and Hannibal throw a dinner party.

The sunlight streamed in through the window, illuminating the entire kitchen in that homey mid-morning glow. You were enjoying your coffee and scrolling through an article on your phone.

"Senator Hatch reportedly coughed up his late wife's toe on the floor of the precinct." You read out loud. "Huh. Wonder how that could have happened."

You side-eyed Hannibal, who was contentedly sharpening his knives. Placing a rather large meat cleaver to the side, he met your gaze. "I have my ways."

You finished off your coffee and brought the mug to the sink. "There was no way Theresa was going to survive that night, was there?"

"Clever girl." Hannibal praised.

"You were going to kill her if I didn't, were you?" You felt a smile coming on. "Did everything turn out as expected?"

"Darling, this all went much better than I could have ever hoped for." He smirked. "See, I had the whole evening mapped out. I was hoping you'd be the one to deliver justice and kill her, but I had to prepare for the possibility that you wouldn't."

You folded your arms and leaned against the island. "Is that why I was so sick that day?"

You could have sworn you saw some hesitation in Hannibal's face. Maybe even a touch of regret. "Yes. You needed an alibi. It was as easy as removing a single birth control pill from your packet. You'd see it was missing and think you'd already taken your medicine-"

"So I'd neglect to take my focus meds." You cut in. "Yeah, I knew something was off."

"By the end of the day, you'd be experiencing full withdrawal symptoms." Hannibal nodded. "I don't take any pleasure in upsetting the delicate balance of your brain chemistry, and for that I am sorry. I did what I had to."

"Yeah, don't ever do that again." You ordered, no disarming smile in sight. "I need those meds to function."

"I promise you, darling," Hannibal said, sincerely. "I would never keep you from being anything but your very best. I was just looking after you."

"I suppose now that all this is out in the open, you won't need to pull any shit like that again." You muttered. "But I'm still going to keep my pills at my apartment."

"That reminds me." He said. "Would you like to invite your roommates for dinner tonight? I've prepared a wonderful Spanish-inspired menu that's perfect for entertaining."

"I'd love for you to meet my friends, but, they all keep such weird hours I doubt they'll all be free tonight." You shrugged. "I'll give them a call though."

"Wonderful." He smiled. "You make arrangements while I prepare the kitchen."

You stepped into the office and called up Pilar. She answered within the minute.

"[F/N]!" She near shouted. "Holy fuck, how are you doing?"

"I'm actually doing..." you looked back into the kitchen, watching your beloved Hannibal in his element. "Really well."

"I heard about your cousin." Pilar cut in. "One down, two to go."

You snorted. "No fucking shit."

"Sorry, was that okay for me to say?" She apologized. "I know you said Theresa was a bitch, but it's your trauma and I-"

"No, you're fine." You laughed. "She was a bitch. Hey, do you have any plans tonight?"

"Uh, no. I don't think so." She answered. "Why?"

"Hannibal wants to invite you all for dinner tonight." You said with an audible smile. "Y'know, to celebrate the bitch's death."

"Yo! Steph!" Pilar shouted across the room. "Wake Randy up! We're having dinner at [F/N]'s rich boyfriend's house!"

You could make out Stephanie's voice in the background. "It's about damn time. We've been waiting for her to redistribute the wealth."

"She means thank you for the invitation." Pilar corrected.

"It's not like I had to twist his arm or anything. It was his idea." You chuckled. "He loves having guests. And excuses to dress up."

"Oh so we're getting fancy, huh?" Pilar's voice turned up in excitement.

"Hey [F/N]!" Randy snatched the phone from Pilar. "Text me the menu for tonight. My girlfriend'll steal a nice bottle of wine to pair. She's a pro, she works over at Cavatappi's wine and spirits."

"Much obliged, Randy." You said. "I'll see you guys at seven."

You returned to the kitchen with a smile. "They're coming."

"Well, we don’t have a moment to lose, then." Hannibal placed something wrapped in butcher paper on the counter. "Come now. Let me show you how to properly prepare a heart.

You and Hannibal spent the rest of the morning and the whole afternoon preparing a bountiful meal. You reveled in the irony of finally finding a space for Theresa in your life. That space just so happened to be on the stove.

Seven came far too quickly, but your friends were always a welcome sight. You greeted them at the door with hugs, Hannibal watching with stoic adoration.

"Guys, this is Hannibal Lecter, my partner." You introduced. "Hannibal, this is Pilar, Stephanie and Miranda."

"It is a pleasure to meet you, ladies." Hannibal greeted. “Please, make yourselves comfortable.”

"Here you go, Dr. Lecter." Randy handed him a bottle of wine. "Thank you for inviting us."

Hannibal examined the bottle. "Yes, this will pair quite nicely with our meal. Thank you very much. [F/N], could you show our guests to the dining room?"

You nodded and accepted the bottle, given the extra responsibility of pouring. You led your friends to the dining room and wasted no time distributing the alcohol.

"A toast." Stephanie rose her glass. "Too many of history's worst have had the privilege of dying on their own terms. Today, we celebrate the death of one who didn't: Theresa [L/N]."

"She will join her sisters Nancy Reagan and Madame Nhu in hell tonight." You concurred, tapping your glasses together with a series of satisfying clinks.

"Okay, you need to spill." Randy scooted her chair up and leaned towards you. "How the hell did you get away with it?"

"Well, it helped a lot that her husband was already a felon." You teased. "If I didn't kill her, he was going to eventually."

Pilar made a face. "I can't believe it took actual murder to get that latter-day lump thrown in prison."

"Well, the LDS church is a very influential organization with a stronghold on all of Utah." You explained. "There's a long history of legitimizing sex abuse there."

"We know, cult girl." Stephanie laughed. "You remind us every time your pedophile cousin-in-law comes up. Relax and take your victories where you can get them.” 

“Ladies,” Hannibal entered. You rushed to his side to help him with the dinner plates. “Have we ever tried organ meat before?” 

Everyone’s eyes found Pilar. 

“Braised liver is delicious and you guys are just cowards.” Pilar protested. “I will die on this hill.” 

Hannibal smiled and presented your friends with their plates. “You are a woman of good tastes, Pilar. Our first course is Riñones al Jerez.” 

“Kidneys.” Randy translated. “Who’s kidneys are we eating today, Dr. Lecter?” 

He tilted his head. “Theresa’s, of course.” 

“I don’t care whose organs you harvested.” Stephanie said, her eyes rolling back into her head. “This is delicious.” 

You and Hannibal shared a glance and a smile. 

You and your roommates devoured the Riñones al Jerez, then dug into the next serving of heart stewed with chickpeas and olives. You finished off the evening with natillas de leche and a bottle of Sauternes Hannibal just happened to have lying around. 

“This is the first time since like, Keith Raniere got sentenced that I’ve seen [F/N] happy-drunk.” Stephanie observed.

“Or even just... happy." Pilar said, looking at Hannibal. "I'll have some of whatever she's having, please."

"My pleasure." Hannibal poured her another glass of wine.

Your phone began to buzz on the table, capturing the attention of your guests. You didn't even need to look at the caller ID to know who it was. Nobody else in the world had such horrid timing.

"Shit, you've got to answer it here!" Stephanie pleaded. "So we can all give her a piece of our mind!"

You looked over to Hannibal, who you knew was just as curious.

You dragged the answer icon across the screen and put it on speaker. You gestured for your friends to be quiet. "Yeah?"

"Well look who finally decided to pick up." Grandma said. "Thank you for gracing me with your attention. I know you have so much going on right now, you're just too busy to pick up the phone and talk to your grieving grandmother."

"For your information..." you stumbled over your words. "I was interrogated by the police yesterday. I think that counts as having something going on."

"Are you drunk?" Her voice was laced with a disproportionate level of disgust.

"I'm grieving too, Beatrice." You counter. "What, suddenly you're the only one who can drink the pain away? That's not very democratic of you."

"In your state, you shouldn't even be thinking of alcohol!" Grandma scolded. "You of all people should know the effects alcohol has on an unborn baby."

You smacked yourself on the head. Of course Theresa would plant a seed to fuck you over one last time. "Did Theresa actually tell you I was pregnant?"

"It was her last message to me, actually. Anyway, you're coming home." Grandma said, without so much as waiting for a response. "I won't have my great grandchild living in that dangerous city that your cousin was killed in."

You exchanged looks with your friends, who were going through the same combination of emotions as you were. Grandma's words just seemed to fade out as you shared an entire nonverbal conversation with the people around you.

"And you're leaving that terrible, terrible man."

Hannibal raised an eyebrow and looked at you, waiting to see how you'd respond. You knew what you had to do. It was finally time. You did something you should have done a long time ago.

"No." You said, your nerves loosened by the wine.

"What?"

"No. And I mean it." A big smile crossed your lips. "Theresa lied to you. I'm not pregnant. And you have to live with the fact that your granddaughter's last words to you were a blatant lie."

Hannibal looked at you with pride and your friends began to silently gas you up with encouraging gestures. "

"...And that you're the only one to blame for her deception." You continued. "You raised her in your own image."

"This is why I refuse to let you raise my great grandchild with that man!" She wailed. "He's twisted your mind against me! He's made you cruel!"

"Hannibal made me see clearly that you made me cruel." You said with absolute certainty. "You'll never see me again."

"Don't be like your mother, [F/N]." Grandma snarled. "Don't cut people out for trying to help."

"You'll never see me again." You repeated and decided to leave it at that. You ended the call and blocked the number, joined by an eruption of excitement from your friends.

It was finally over. Your life could truly begin.

#hannibal nbc #hannibal x reader #hannibal lecter #hannibal x you #cult girl

[delta-dean]

Sinister Six Christmas Headcanons cause I love the Sin. Six and I love Christmas and it warms my soul.

*Contains OCs and silly headcanon shit.

Marty, the ice-powered kid that Max takes under his wing, loves Christmas. The moment December rolls by, Max notices the 14 year-old kid trying to find Christmas lights and other decorations. When Max tells him that he has none, Marty begs for him to go to the store with him to get some. After some thought, Max and Martin go get some Christmas lights to set up around their apartment (wherever they're allowed to. They do have to be considerate of neighbors and follow the landlords rules after all). It doesn't end up looking like a Hallmark Christmas special or anything, but Martin loves it none the less and Max is happy that Martin is grateful and that they got to bond.

Marty did ask at one point if Max could his electric powers to make the lights brighter, but that was quickly shut down with "Only if ya want me to overpower every light in the complex and have our landlord up our asses."

Although he doesn't really celebrate Christmas, Dmitri does enjoy listening to vintage Christmas music on the radio while reading novels by the fireplace.

Dmitri doesn't get into the Christmas season due to how vigorously he had to cook the Christmas dinner, decorate everything perfectly, and clean up all the decorations afterwards as a servant boy for the Kravinoffs. He's also just very pessimistic and scoffs at the thought of Santa Clause and pure joy and love and all that bullshit that wasn't shown to him when he wanted/needed it most.

Quentin loves going all out on the holidays. Lights, mistletoe, a christmas tree, gingerbread, holly leaves, you name it baby!! He wants to make sure that his home is the merriest on the block!! Unfortunately, he forgets that the house he's currently living in is Dmitri's. So imagine Dmitri coming home, a mixture of irritation, shock, and awe swelling within him, when he sees his mansion covered in neon, flashing Christmas lights. He already isn't a fan of Christmas, but he's less of a fan of having lots of attention on him. After talking it out, Quentin agrees to take down most of the lights and Dmitri allows him to go all out when decorating the inside of the house, making both of them a little bit pleased.

Flint always makes sure to send Keemia a Christmas card and a gift to send to her in Canada. His gifts vary from crystals to seashells to knitted hats, anything that gave hints that she likes it or wants it. Keemia is always thrilled to recieve the Christmas cards and gifts and always makes sure to send one back with a happy picture or a seashell that she found.

Although he hides it with his work and Holiday meetings and parties, Norman feels lonely around Christmas. Harry, who's in college, doesn't vist, Emily is gone, and Otto doesn't want much to do with him. He can't help but feel an awful sense of solitude in his big, fancy penthouse every year.

Herman always spends time with Adrian during Christmas. Despite Herman joking that he's the real life version of Scrooge, Adrian enjoys spending the Holidays with his old team-mates.

Peter and Aunt May have a tradition of inviting Otto over for Christmas. They invite him over, hand him a cup of hot chocolate, allow him to help with the Christmas dinner, and even let him stay to eat with them.

Peter also comes over earlier in the month to help Otto with decorating his house. Not wanting the middle-aged scientist to get injured by falling off a ladder, Peter usually climbs up on the roof to get decorate the hard to reach places with his Spidey powers when Otto isn't looking. Otto, impressed by how quick Peter got it done, says "Wow! That was astonishingly quick! It usually takes me an two hours, two and a half if I estimate. How did you get it done so fast?" And Peter, sweating nervously, is like "Well, y'know, um...the power of youth and Aunt May's cooking. Hehe..."

Traditionally, the Sin. Six don't commit crimes during the Holidays. New York is bad enough with the cold and the traffic and the extreme last minute shopping. It doesn't need supervillains stealing money that could go to a chairty or a shelter or children in hospitals. They don't want to ruin the Christmas season for anyone. They may be supervillains, but they're not heartless.

#the sinister six #au headcanons #christmas headcanons #marvel #oc #otto octavius #max dillon #dmitri smerdyakov #quentin beck #flint marko #herman schultz #adrian toomes #peter parker #norman osborn #martin nickles

[blazehedgehog]

Who would you say your favorite live action Batman is?

Gosh, I dunno. We have, what, Adam West, Michael Keaton, Val Kilmer, George Clooney, Christian Bale, Ben Affleck, and now Robert Pattinson? There was also a Batman serial in the 1940's, but we'll ignore that because it doesn't seem to be widely distributed.

And it's hard to pick. I don't know that we've ever had an actor that truly feels like Bruce Wayne to me.

Because if an actor is good, you forget who you're looking at and they embody that character. It stops being Sam Neil and it starts being Alan Grant, that sort of thing. And I don't know that I've ever actually felt that with any of the actors that have played Batman. Or, at least, the Bruce Wayne side of Batman.

It's easier to forget when they're in costume, because the Batman mask is legitimately really effective at hiding identity. You could almost use footage of Keaton, Kilmer and Clooney interchangeably if you only ever showed them as Batman and not as Bruce Wayne.

I would say, maybe, that the closest was George Clooney. He seems to slot the most comfortably in to the Bruce Wayne archetype. He seems like the kind of person who would be a rich mega-conglomerate CEO, having fancy dinner parties, with a bizarre, secret double-life. Got that kind of James Bond edge, which you want with a gadget-based super hero.

Keaton was little dorky (a strength in other movies), Kilmer seemed a little too much like they wanted Batman to be just hot, and I can't shake the times where Christian Bale's Bruce Wayne strays a little too close to Patrick Bateman.

Ben Affleck barely even got to be Batman, and I've only ever seen him in the Snyder Cut version of Justice League, where he's laying on the gruff voice way too thick, to the point where he feels more like a cartoon character.

Here's the thing about Adam West, though: though I'm willing to believe he's Bruce Wayne, he feels in such a class of his own that it doesn't feel fair lumping him in with these other characters.

If we had to talk about Batman, just Batman, I feel like the one I remember the most is the Keaton Batman. Kilmer's Batman blurs together with Clooney for me, to the point where I had to look up and double check that Keaton was in Batman Returns at all, because I could not remember which movie Kilmer did.

Batman Returns was on cable all the time growing up. It feels like one of those movies I saw 20 or 30 times. Not necessarily by choice, but just because it was something that was on. In truth, Danny DeVito as The Penguin probably scarred me mentally. That scene where he's eating raw fish and bites that guy on the nose, blood squirting all over the office, haunted me for years.

Plus, y'know, Michelle Pfieffer as Catwoman is iconic. And the Batmobile design in those two Keaton movies. Just the right kind of sleek without being too cartoonish like they got in later movies (or too much like military hardware, as in the Bale movies).

Back when Batman was gothic, you know? Fun but moody and not quite too serious or mired in "the realism."

#questions #saturnw0lf #batman #dc comics #bruce wayne #michael keaton #val kilmer #george clooney #ben affleck #christian bale

[alittlepudge-neverhurtnobody]

Odd question: Do you or anyone who follows you have any suggestions for midnight snacks for characters to eat? Comfort eating late at night is one of my favorite tropes, but when I start writing it, I usually just use hot cocoa, grilled cheese, or pizza. I tried googling midnight snacks and got "10 healthy midnight snacks" which... isn't quite what i was looking for. (Sorry if this sent twice, tumblr froze when I sent it the first time.)

not weird, anon, this question is delightful! lmao yeah i hate when i try to google stuff for kinky purposes and all the results are like, "hErE's ThE fAt-FrEe VeRsIoN" and like ... no! i said what i said! the other day i was trying to look up ideas for good old-fashioned ~junk food~ road trip snacks for another (not even kinky!) thing I'm writing and the top hit was like, "apple slices and peanut butter! hard-boiled eggs!" and like ... come on. live deliciously!!!

gonna put this under une cut bc it does kinda bump up against some disordered eating stuff:

ANYWAY! i feel like i always go for convenience store snacky stuff when i'm writing midnight snacks? like, funneling an entire party-size bag of chips or sleepily trying to unwrap candy packages or snack cakes as quietly as possible so no one else wakes up. going back to bed with some cheese powder or frosting on their nose

or you could go with leftover dinner or brunch that their partner/roommate will notice is missing tomorrow and ugh that's not going to be a fun conversation but UGH their food is so tempting at 2am ...! boxed mac and cheese or the instant kind in a cup. mashed potatoes microwaved very carefully (gotta stop the timer before it beeps so no one hears!*) with a ton of butter and salt to make sure they get creamy and good. or mashed potatoes cold if you wanna show that maybe they're not having a good time or are too sad/hurt/etc. to warm them up and make them good! one of the beauties of the comfort-eating trope is like, does the character go to pains to make sure that what they're eating is tasty and satisfying to help them feel better, or are they TOO in need of comfort to care whether their snack is warm/good/enjoyable? you have options and they're BOTH FUN. or what about a character who has resigned themselves to their midnight eating and starts buying special treats for when it happens? some gourmet cupcakes or a fancy ice cream that they get to anticipate all day until they finally get to dig in at night. OR a character who buys themselves treats as an incentive NOT to gobble them all down in the middle of the night but to eat any time BUT ... except that then they wake up at 2am again and the cupcakes look so good ... and they might be stale if they wait ... so maybe they should just???

(* brief aside to say that it would be a fun fic premise to have a character who lives alone in an apartment and keeps waking up to comfort-eat in the night, but since they live alone they aren't concerned about anyone hearing their microwave/oven/blender or whatever they're using to make their snack. EXCEPT the apartment next to theirs is laid out so that the bedroom shares a wall with main character's kitchen, so their neighbor DOES hear main character making food at 3am every night. angst and/or meet-cute ensues!)

i also love the trope of like, someone shoving shredded cheese into their mouth over the sink at 3am. or half-asleep combinations that make no sense in the light of day? characters getting up for a snack in the night and scarfing down some cold lasagna and chasing it with nutella by the spoonful. alternating bites of rich caramel flan and heavy shepherd's pie bc both textures are soft enough to be soothing but also different enough to be satisfying. gulping down some eggnog or melted ice cream and cookies and going back to sleep with their belly full and sated but gurgling like mad. (and y'know bonus points if they wake up the next day with a belly ache or some queasy "what did i eat last night 🙃" stomach noises from all their weird (over)indulgences).

WELL i hope this is helpful, anon!! turns out i have a lot to say about this 😅

#anon #fic inspo

[violetarks]

Ok what about Todoroki, Bakugo and kirishima with a S/O that has a very intimidating Dad and brother!

Hope this was better

Take care bb:)

s/o with an intimidating brother and father

anime: my hero academia

characters: bakugou katsuki, todoroki shouto, kirishima eijiro

summary: your brother and father scare your boyfriend a bit.

a/n: afab! reader, she/her pronouns used, third person pov

↣ bakugou katsuki:

"Katsuki, please just wear the tie." Y/N groaned, tilting her head at him, "It'll look good on you, I swear."

Bakugou rolled his eyes, standing in front of the mirror with his arms crossed over his chest. "Y'know it doesn't even match, right?" He huffs back, "Isn't getting me in this stuffy suit enough? Why do I have to wear that stupid-ass tie anyway?"

Y/N stared at him through the mirror. She had half-lidded eyes and copied his pose. With her arms over her chest and her chin tilted upwards like Bakugou, she replied, "Because, we have to dress formal for the dinner. It's a suit and tie event."

Bakugou closed his eyes, shaking his head. "Ugh, fine. But get the red tie." He told her.

Y/N pat his back with a smile before going to the counter to grab the other tie. The rest of their friends watched them from afar.

Kirishima had helped Y/N pick out a suit for Bakugou and Kaminari picked out a matching outfit for Y/N. Bakugou made sure to stick around during that in case 'Dunce Face had some disgusting plan'.

The two were off to Y/N's father's birthday, which would be held at some fancy restaurant they couldn't pronounce the name of. Y/N was a bit worried, to say the least.

Her brother had been nagging her to invite her 'closest friend' to the party. He knew that she would text this certain person often, even before Y/N was moved into the dorms. She passed it off as texting someone about homework, and then laugh at what the person had said.

Y/N believed that now would be a good time to introduce Bakugou as her boyfriend. Her dad had caught wind of what was going on from her brother when he so casually mentioned it at the dinner they had together last week.

Right now, Y/N walked arm in arm with Bakugou into the restaurant. She told the person at the front that the reservation was under 'L/N', and they were shown to their table.

"Y/N!" Her mother called over the chatter of the rest of the restaurant, standing up and walking over to her, "How are you, dear?"

Bakugou unwillingly let go of Y/N watching as her mother hugged her closely. He's never seen her with her family before. He felt a little out of place.

"Oh? And who'd this?" Her mother asks, pulling away from Y/N.

The H/C-haired girl tugs Bakugou towards her, wrapping her arm around his. "Um... This is my boyfriend, Bakugou Katsuki." She says, wearing a smile on her face, "Katsuki, these are my parents. L/N Meika and L/N Benjiro."

She gestures to her mother and father. Her mother waved as her father raised her brow at him. Bakugou shifted in his spot.

"And my brother, Hiroto." She finishes, the boy in the dark blue suit standing up.

Hiroto held a hand out to Bakugou. "Nice to finally meet the guy stealing my sister away." He said, false smile on his lips, "Would you mind telling me how you two met?"

He didn't know whether it was the strong grip on his hand or the way Hiroto's words made his heart stop, but Bakugou suddenly felt uneasy. He was stuck in his boots.

Y/N had explained that Hiroto was only five years older than her. But he seemed very protective.

"We're... in the same class." Bakugou ended up explaining, moving his hand away from Hiroto's.

Y/N felt the tension between them, tugging Bakugou towards their seat. She sat in between him and Hiroto, Meika and Benjiro in front of them. Bakugou gulped, furrowing his brow. He's never felt like this before and he hated it.

Being intimidated was not normal for him. He was usually the intimidating one.

During the dinner, they talked about family reunions and UA events. Anything to get their minds off of the seriously worried aura Bakugou was letting off. Everyone felt it.

"So, Bakugou, what's your quirk?" Benjiro questions, leaning back in his chair.

"I can let off explosions from my hands using my nitroglycerin-like sweat." He explained, eyes darting away from Y/N's dad. His stare was cold.

Usually, he'd out the person and say he wanted to fight them. But this was Y/N's family. He needed to make a good impression. And he doubted that they'd want their precious Y/N near anyone who could potentially harm them.

"Wait, aren't you that kid who won the Sports Festival?" Hiroto questions, tilting his head to the side.

Bakugou nods his head, holding a neutral face. But Y/N widens her eyes and clenches the skirt she was wearing. Oh no.

"You're the one who wanted to continue the fight even when you knocked out your opponent." Benjiro stated, looking displeased with the fact, "That wasn't a very good scene."

Bakugou knit his brows. "He held back. I wanted him to fight me with his all." He pointed out, leaning forward in his chair.

"You were practically threatening him. He was passed out, Bakugou." Y/N's brother added on, glaring at him from the side, "Is that how you treat my sister? Do you threaten her?"

"Hiro!" Y/N grumbled, giving him a look.

"Y/N's strong. She can handle herself." Bakugou told them, harsh tone as if his words would burn into their minds, "I don't treat her like that. If I did, she'd try to kick my fucking ass."

Y/N turned to him, nudging his knee under the table. She warned him to hold back on his profanities for the first few times meeting them. Mainly because her mother wished for her to find a well-mannered man who only spoke nice words.

Meika was surprised, but did not say anything. She was only listening to Bakugou's intentions behind his words.

"I'd kick your ass too." Hiroto claimed, pulling his glass to his lips.

"I'm up for a challenge." Bakugou said, glancing at Hiroto from beside Y/N with a smirk on his face, "If you are a challenge."

Hiro leaned forward, glaring right back at Bakugou. He had a grin of his own. "Who the Hell do you think taught Y/N all that she knows? There's a reason she's interning at my agency." Hiroto remind Bakugou.

Y/N let out a low sigh. This was not how she hoped everything would go.

But Benjiro only chuckled, "Fine. Once we head back to our place, you and Hiro can spar."

"Dad—" Y/N mumbled out, Meika giggling at their antics.

"What, Y/N?" Benjiro questions, arms crossed over his chest, "Don't believe your boyfriend can beat Hiro?"

Y/N, suddenly feeling competitive from her father's tone, only grins. "He'd beat Hiro any day." She claimed.

Bakugou glanced at her. She smiled back and began talking about fighting plans against Hiroto, to which her brother said wasn't allowed. She and Hiroto began to argue playfully, saying he had info on how Bakugou fought from the Sports Festival.

Meika started a conversation with Bakugou about his family. He answered them with ease. Talking with Meika was easier than with the other two because of how approachable she was. She was nice.

It was on the way to the L/N house that Y/N got to speak with Bakugou again. They were walking since it wasn't that far. She had her hand in his and leaned her head against his shoulder.

"What did you think of dinner, Katsuki?" She questioned, brushing her fingers against the suit jacket.

"It was fine." He replied, staring at the floor, "Your brother's a fucking nutcase with all those questions, through."

Y/N giggled, pressing a kiss to his cheek, "I think they like you. My brother hasn't had a good fight in a while."

"I'll make sure to give him one."

↣ todoroki shouto:

"Y/N, do you want to get something to eat?" Todoroki questions, holding her hand gently as they walked the streets, "There's a restaurant I quite like that my sister takes us to."

Y/N smiled at him, swinging their joined hands a bit. "Sure, I'd love to check it out." She told him, holding her bag to her side, "After lunch, we're heading to the ice skating rink?"

Todoroki nodded his head, crossing the road.

The two of them were finally on the date they'd been planning for the past two weeks. Y/N was fine with waiting, understanding how his father would intrude on his life. Endeavor had some better intentions, but Todoroki wanted nothing to do with it all.

It made him wonder how Y/N was with her family. She mentioned how they were hardworking and barely had any spare time. Even her brother, who was only three years older than her, was focused on his work. They did their own thing and Y/N did hers. But she was still close to them.

In fact, her brother came to drop off some of the clothes she left in her room when she moved into the dorms.

Kaminari told Todoroki about the 'hot, older guy' hugging the half-and-half's girlfriend. Todoroki peaked out the window to see Y/N waving at the said guy as he left.

He decided not to press on.

So Todoroki knew nothing of her family. But she knew a whole lot of his.

The bell rung as they walked into the restaurant. Y/N was too focused on Todoroki and his soft smile to realise he was guiding her to a spare couple's table. As she sat down, she watched Todoroki continue talking about the skating rink.

He was just... so pretty?

It wasn't until a familiar voice called out to them that she snapped out of her daze.

"Good afternoon, what can I get..." The voice halted, "Y/N? What're you doing here?"

Y/N blinked, looking up to to her brother holding a notepad and pen in his hands. She then looked around, realising that — oh my God, yes, this was her parents' restaurant.

She clenched her shirt under the table nervously. "O—Osamu!" She said, lifting her shoulders, "I—um..."

"Y/N?" Todoroko spoke quietly, reaching out a hand to now rest it on her on set on the table. It seemed more irritated than reassuring. "Are you okay? Do you know this person?"

Todoroki recognised the guy as the one who supposedly hugged her at school a couple months ago. He was wary.

Osamu raised a brow, hand on his hip as he saw their hands. "Is there something you want to tell us, Y/N?" He says.

"Oh? Is Y/N here?" Y/N heard her father call out.

Oh shit.

She stood up, letting out a sigh as she gestured to Todoroki in front of her. As her father and brother gathered near her, Y/N explained, "Dad, 'Samu, this is my boyfriend, Todoroki. Shouto, this is my dad, Riku and my brother Osamu."

"Wait, boyfriend?" Osamu repeated, holding out a hand as if to say 'stop please', "What the Hell do you mean, boyfriend?"

Y/N groaned, pointing at the two of them, "I mentioned me having a boyfriend last week at Atsumu's celebration for his game, remember?"

"'Atsumu'?" Todoroki mumbled. Y/N explained that it was her other brother.

Dad nods his head, glaring at Todoroki. Osamu, instead, waves his hand around and says in a high pitched voice, "What? I thought you were joking! Messing around!"

"I showed you and 'Tsumu a photo of him!" She gestured to Todoroki as he stood up and shook Riku's hand, "We were holding hands!"

Osamu looked away. "Oh, that could've been anyone else." He claimed.

Y/N squinted, pulling Todoroki's collar down as putting her hand on his head. "He's got red and white hair." She stated, to which Osamu rolled his eyes at.

Riku shook his head. "You're Endeavor's son, aren't you?" He questioned and he slipped his hand away.

Todoroki clenched his fists. "My name is Todoroko Shouto." He told him, feeling Y/N place her hand over his, "But yes, he is my father."

Osamu crossed his arms over his chest. "Have you hurt her?" He asked Todoroki, towering over him. Just a little.

Todoroko shook his head and said, "I would never."

"And if you ever do, I'll make you wish you'd never met her." Osamu sneered, glaring down at the younger boy.

Y/N smacked his arm. "'Samu! Stop! You'll scare him off!" She said, only half-serious. She didn't think Todoroki would be scared of, but she did want Osamu to stop.

Todoroki might look calm right now, but his heart was beating so fast. He was hoping they didn't see right through him and notice it. By the way Osamu was glaring at him, Todoroki wouldn't be surprised if he did already know.

"You treat her like a princess, you hear me?" Riku warned, giving Todoroki a cold gaze.

"I try to. And I'll keep trying." He says confidently, lifting his chin up, "I'm here for Y/N."

"No, you're here by chance." Osamu retorts bitterly.

"Then, I'm staying for Y/N." Todoroki tells him, holding onto Y/N's hand tightly, "It's nice to meet the both of you, but I would like to let you know that I give Y/N my all. Nothing less. She deserves it."

Osamu brings up the corner of his lip in a wary motion. He then sighed, shaking his head, "Fine by me. Just be glad I wasn't Atsumu. He would've gone crazy."

Riku raised a brow before patting Todoroki's shoulder. "If you're doing right by my daughter, then you're in the clear. Be sure you stay there." He warns the kid before going off.

"Okay, idiot, what do you want?" Osamu questioned, pen to notepad now.

Y/N sat down, feeling a weight off of her chest. "Two bowls of soba. One hot, one cold." She says, smiling at her brother, "And some of your onigiri to bring back to the dorms."

Osamu nodded his head, writing it down with a neutral expression. "Right. Make sure you don't tell 'Tsumu, he'll crack the shits." He tells her, walking off.

Todoroki let out a deep sigh after that, other hand holding his chest, "That was... seriously draining."

Y/N placed her hand on top of his, brushing her thumb over his outer palm. "You did well, Shouto. I think they'll like you. Especially 'Samu." She informed Todoroki sweetly, "He likes to cook. So you'll be good with him."

"I hope so. What about Atsumu?"

"Just worry about getting on Osamu's good side."

↣ kirishima eijiro:

Y/N groaned, hanging onto her boyfriend's arm, "We have so much homework! I don't think I'll get it all done in time..."

Kirishima chuckled, letting her head rest against his shoulder as he was used to guide her, "Well, we can always ask Bakugou to help us. He can't turn down both of his best friends, y'know?"

Y/N hummed, lifting her head as they walked together, "I guess... But he hits my head with my book when I get the question wrong..."

Her boyfriend clutched her hand in his, pressing a kiss to her head. "Aw, sorry Y/N, I'll try to get him to stop. He does it to me too." He says, other hand rubbing his neck, "I don't know if that's a good way to help us study."

She agreed, wrapping her other arm around his.

The two were so comfortable around each other. The whole class knew them as close-knit and always on the same page. So it was no surprise when they found out Kirishima asked Y/N out only a month or two after knowing her fully.

Kirishima usually hung around her and Bakugou. Y/N used to just be around Mina and Kaminari until getting to know the others. Kirishima immediately wanted to get to know more about her.

She tried to be as open as could be about anything he asked. She mentioned that her brother would be visiting soon from a university trip.

"Y/N." A voice said, rather quiet for a call or shout.

Y/N looked up from the pavement, locking eyes with a certain somebody. Then after a gasp left her lips, she released Kirishima and ran towards the person.

"Giyuu!" She shouted, wrapping her arms around his neck and bringing him into a hug, "I haven't seen you in ages!"

Giyuu pat her back with one hand, the other holding his bag of food. Beside him was an older man, smiling at the two of them.

"It's nice to see you two, Y/N. I've brought some things for lunch." Giyuu states, holding the package up, "Are you hungry?"

As she nodded her head frantically, Kirishima watched from the sidelines. He furrowed his brows before sheepishly calling out, "Uh—Y/N? Who's this?"

She turned around, smiling at Kirishima. Grabbing his hand, she pulled him towards Giyuu and the other man. "Eiji! This is my dad and my brother. Suijin and Giyuu." She stated, pointing at them each. "Dad, Giyuu, this is my boyfriend, Kirishima Eijiro."

Giyuu tilts his head to the side. "'Eijiro'? Is this the one you talk about?" He asks.

Y/N hummed in response, "Yep! The same one."

Kirishima would've commented on that if he wasn't getting stared down by Y/N's father, Suijin. He felt cold and shivery under his gaze. He's never felt like this before and he didn't like it.

"So you're the boyfriend?" Suijin said, low voice making the boy's eyes widen, "I hope everything Y/N says is true."

Kirishima frantically shook his head up and down. He was sure that he could speak, but the words were knocked out of him. Kirishima goes to open his mouth and speak.

But as soon as Giyuu turned to him, Kirishima shivered for real, holding onto his bag tightly. "I—It's nice to meet you, both of you!" He said loudly, bowing at them.

Y/N blinked. "Eijiro?"

He stayed bowing. He felt as if he needed to show how respectable he was. He wanted to prove that he was a good person. Maybe if he did, then those icy stares would reduce or even be directed away from himself.

He didn't even know if they were intimidating people deep down. But they definitely seemed like it. And that fact made Kirishima worried.

"Eijiro, you don't need to..." Y/N whispered, hand on his back.

Suijin then laughed out loud. "You're funny, Kirishima!" He pointed out, showing a hearty smile, "You didn't need to bow, if you're Y/N's boyfriend, then we already accept you!"

Kirishima blinked a few times before standing up straight. "Really? You do?" He said, a bit confused.

Why was this big, scary man saying he accepted him to easily?

Giyuu nodded his head, his cold gaze ser on Kirishima unknowingly. He didn't see that his stare made Kirishima shake in his boots. He was simply just looking someone in the eye as he spoke.

"We've heard from Y/N that you're a good person. We believe her." Giyuu claimed before turning around, "Want to join us in our picnic? There's enough for all of us."

Kirishima held his breath before feeling Y/N squeeze his hand. "Eijiro? Are you okay?" She asked quietly, pulling him down to her.

He shot up, shoulders relaxing soon after feeling her kiss his cheek. "I'm... fine. Just didn't think they'd be so nice." He stated.

Y/N walked towards her brother and father. "They might look scary, but they're softies at heart. Like you." She informed Kirishima, squeezing his arm, "You're my softie."

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[darknessisafriend]

Hi! Can I ask for hcs' about almost every Joaquin character (y'know, Joe, Theo, Arthur, Ray, and many more) when they're on Christmas with you? Going to a party, with your family, staying at home, in a shopping, gettting presents, taking you to a café or a restaurant, putting on christmas decorations at home, what you eat with them or how you enjoy the night and fireworks, stuff like that. Thank you! Love your imagines!

Hiii I wrote and before Christmas so I’m really happy! (I literally spend my days writing it from morning to late in the night) so I hope you will like it!! 

Following HCs with: Arthur/Joker, Commodus, Joe, Abbe, Charlie, Bobby, Bruno, Willie, Max, Theodore, Merrill, Freddie, Ray

Arthur/Joker

-        Christmas is Arthur’s and Joker favorite day of the year after Mardi Gras. It is a day where he can be fully himself, wear one of those ‘ugly’ knitted sweaters, listen to oldies Christmas songs. He feels people more relaxed in the streets, it must be Christmas spirit softening them a little, even in Gotham. And usually you would manage to convince Joker not to make too much trouble and stay by your side all day instead.

 -        You would be staying home together on Christmas Eve. It would be a very simple day because you didn’t have a lot of money but what is important is to be together, and it’s what you would remind to Arthur, no need for something big or fancy, just to be together in Christmas spirit.  

 -        You would buy a few decorations, but you would mostly create them yourself, spending the weekends of December making them with Arthur as you drank hot chocolate. Your flat would be colorful, filled with red and white tinsels and candy canes; you both went to a park and discreetly cut a few pine trees branches to decorate the appartement.

 -        Of course, Arthur would make the surprise to buy a Christmas tree, not too big, but it was more than enough to make you smile with happiness. And you would decorate it with anything that was shiny and candy canes too of course.

 -        For dinner you would not buy anything expensive, but luckily you and Artie were pretty good in cooking and you could manage to make delicious dishes with basic ingredients, roasted potatoes with bacon wrapped turkey and red wine gravy, and you would drink the other half of the bottle while eating. And of course, your favorite part, an apple cake topped with cinnamon and sugar.

 -        You want the night to be as relaxing as possible, you would cook with Arthur while listening to music, exchanging kisses and giggling. Then, after dinner, you two would settle in the sofa, and watch Disney Christmas cartoons while drinking hot chocolate with whipped cream and marshmallows.

 -        The next morning, Arthur or Joker would be the first awake, excited like a kid and eager to open his gift. Yes, usually with Arthur it would be one or two gifts for each of you. Arthur would have worked extra hours and saved as much money as he could to be able to buy you something nice, he bought those cute earrings you had seen once in a store front. Joker would get you more gifts and would get a bit extravagant, but it was really fun. You would get a nice suit or piece of accessories for Joker. For Arthur you would get a warm sweater or scarf so that he wouldn’t get cold when he is outside.

 -        As soon as the gifts were open and breakfast with nice pastries taken; you and Arthur would head to your grandparents’ home where you would be reunited with your parents and cousins as well. Arthur was always a bit nervous about it but once they all greeted him with a hug, he would be smiling all along, hugging back your family and playing with your cousins and nephews. He never had a family but now he had one. Joker had promised you he would never come out on Christmas, it was always sweet Arthur, otherwise your parents would have freaked out.

Commodus

-        Saturnalia was always an amazing holiday. For whole a week the whole Empire would celebrate in honor of the god Saturn. It was a very special day where the People would be pampered by their Emperor and where even slaves would be provided by table service and dining with their masters, all would party and share. Many offerings were made to the god but also to the people.

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-        Commodus was always particularly joyful on that holiday. The first day, he always had a hard time not working but then, the next day, the real Commodus was back, joyful and relaxed. He would dedicate his days entirely to you, his nephew and the rest of the family.

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-        Commodus would be dressed colorfully, wear red and gold togas and you would usually wear matching clothes, except on Saturnalia eve where you would wear purple and gold, an outfit especially made for that night. You both loved beautiful clothes and it was the occasion to shine even more.

 -        He would make sure that Lucius gets chosen as the Saturnalicius princeps, the Lord of Misrule for the whole week. And Lucius loved it, he was able to prank everyone and especially his dear uncle who at first regretted it, and then you would find him pranking back Lucius or even you, those two were children.  

 -        The whole week, Commodus would offer chariot racing in the grand arena, the greatest charioteer gathered for the most exciting races and with great rewards, as well as gifts for the public. You both enjoyed it, no blood, no deaths, pure entertainment for all.

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-        It would be a huge party in the streets of Rome, people singing in the streets naked, drinking and gambling. With the Senate, Commodus would make sure to have a delicious public buffet offered to the people at the Temple of Saturn. He wants everyone to enjoy this holiday. And at night on the eve of Saturnalia, Commodus would organize a big party in the palace, where he would completely let himself go and enjoy the moment.

 -        For dinner, he would get you the finest foods from the whole Empire and even from far beyond, exotic dancers, magicians and entertainers would be invited as well to make this night unforgettable. He would make sure you smile and laugh, that you simply feel home, and it really were.

 -        “Io Saturnalia my love!” he would cheer, all tipsy, a big goofy grin on his face, coming to wrap his arms around you, almost spilling his cup of wine on you as he starts trying to dance, he wouldn’t care if he looked ridiculous, he wanted to hold you in his arms and kiss you. To be honest, drunk Commodus was probably the most adorable thing you ever saw.

 -        Commodus would be very nervous about the presents, he wants the best for you and he wants to impress you even if he knows he doesn’t have to but Commodus feels this need to constantly prove himself and his love for you.

 -        Early in the morning the day before, he would go out in the city in disguise to get your gifts, he doesn’t trust anyone else to get the best for you and choosing your gifts himself is very important to him, he wants something true, something that truly reflects how he feels for you. He would have a ring especially forged for you, with a blue gemstone incrusted in the center of it, reminding you of his gorgeous blue outfit that you loved so much. And for his nephew, his first real sword to train with him. As for you, you would get him a very fine wine from Greece and then a rather…sensual that you would were in your bedroom that night, you would be his gift in a way; and it would made him even crazier for you.

 -        After this long night of celebration, you and Commodus would take your time and just sleep as long as you could, it was the last day before getting back to work and you wanted him fully rested and ready to take care of the Empire as ardently as before. You had opened your gifts at midnight so there was nothing waiting to be done, except perhaps Lucius who was eager to take his first lesson from his uncle, but the boy was clever and let you enjoy your husband a few hours more….Io Saturnalia.

Joe 

-        Christmas with Joe would be quiet, something peaceful at home, it would mean a moment of full relaxion for Joe and perhaps the only moment where he feels like he doesn’t have to be on his guard all the time.

 -        You would spend Christmas Eve’s afternoon in an animal shelter with Joe, you two would pamper the pets and take them on a walk outside. You had discovered Joe rather enjoyed spending time with animals, especially dogs, it seemed to sooth him and you were thinking of adopting one of the dogs as his Christmas gift. So, this moment would be a good occasion as well to see which one he preferred.

 -        You would usually spend Christmas eve and Christmas day with your family, just your parents. It did good to Joe to be with other people. And your parents loved him, your father was a veteran and they understood each other. And then your mother just loved him and always offered him more cookies.

 -        You would do part of the shopping with Joe, especially to buy ingredients to cook for him and your family and then buy a few decorations. Joe would shop separately for your gift of course. And he would be in charge to get the Christmas tree and somehow he always ended up picking one that was too tall to fully fit in the living room, so he would have to climb on the stepladder and shorten the top of the trunk  and you couldn’t help but laugh. Poor Joe, he always picked up the biggest and most beautiful trees.

 -        This year Joe got you a few books, fantasy and sci-fi stories. It wasn’t his genre at all, but he knew you enjoyed it, and he hoped he had chosen well, he had made a research on internet to see which were better. As for you, well, you had gotten him the dog he was fond of at the shelter.

 -        You and Joe would cook with your parents, you would take care of the dessert with your dad while Joe and your mother did the rest. It wouldn’t be anything too complicated but there were many dishes to fill in everyone and especially Joe’s great appetite. As your mother said, a big man like him needed strength to carry on. And he truly managed to eat everything she was serving him, which you never thought was possible.

 -        As for the Christmas decoration of your house, it would be discreet but enough to remind of the Christmas spirit. The Christmas tree, a few tinsels on the walls or the banister and that was it. For everything, Joe liked to remain discreet. Still, you managed to get him to wear a Christmas sweater at home and with your family and he was the most adorable like that.

 -        The night would be spent taking your time dinning with your family, and then they would light a fire in the chimney, and drink mulled wine while talking about the many things that happened during the year. Then, your dad would put on some vinyl, oldies Christmas song; and you couldn’t resist but to get Joe to dance with, a slow dance, pressed against each other as you listened to the music.

 -        The next morning, you were the first one awake, excited to open your gifts. Well, you thought you were the first one awake, but you would soon realize Joe wasn’t sleeping by your side, maybe he was eager too. However, when you reached downstairs, you found him cooking a marvelous breakfast and not just for you but your parents as well, already wearing the Christmas sweater you had gotten him.

Abbe de Coulmier 

-        Christmas was obviously a very important day for the Abbe, the birth of the Christ and a day of love. Which meant a lot of work for him, he was a priest after all, and he wanted to give love to people around him and the people in need. And he also wanted to make this day special for his patients, many had been abandoned by their families, and he wanted to make them feel at home, celebrating this important day together.

 -        He would encourage his patients to create decorations, some patients even crafting wood, others picking up pine tree branches to ornate the doors of their cells. Then, you and Madeleine would spend the day cooking for the dinner, the Abbe as always had managed the finances excellently and you had extra money to buy more food and ingredients and cook something more sophisticated for this day and even Yule logs for everyone. You would even convince him to cook biscuits with the patients, it made them very happy and also seeing him covered in flour was adorable, you couldn’t stop giggling and teasing him.

 -        Then, towards the end of the afternoon you would help him greet homeless and poor for the evening and night, distributing blankets to them, and sharing a warm dinner with them and a shelter for the night. So, this was a very big day for him and slightly exhausting, but the Abbe was a workaholic, he lived for other people and he loved helping.

 -        Charenton had become his family so there was no reason for him to come out of the Asylum. And also, you were there, by his side. And he loved you, even if he knew he shouldn’t but he couldn’t resist the temptation you were, and he wanted to make this day special for you too.

 -        He had very little money, but he had still managed to go in town, and buy you a beautiful blue scarf to keep you warm in the corridors of Charenton.  As for you, you had saved as much money as you could to buy him this beautiful chain with a little golden cross, he could wear it around his neck all day along, underneath his cassock.

 -        It would be a very heartwarming night where everyone would be reunited in the canteen, a beautiful fire lit in the chimney. Everyone would sit close to it and listen to the Marquis, standing in front of it, telling funny stories and also Christmas stories which he had agreed to tell after the irresistible request from his favorite priest. As the Marquis was getting everyone’s attention, you felt the Abbe discreetly brush his fingers against yours, to finally entwine your hands, making you blush, you would exchange a look full of love, tonight he would spend the night in your bed.

 -        To end the night, he would celebrate the midnight mass, patients and employees gathered and singing songs celebrating the day of the birth of Jesus Christ. It would be a great moment to remind everyone the values of Christmas, compassion, sharing, kindness and love.

 -        The next morning you would both be awakened by the excited cheering of the patients, eager to open their gifts. He couldn’t help but chuckle, it seems you two won’t be able to make love again this morning, but he would find another way, probably request you to his office for some reason. It wouldn’t stop him from filling your face with kisses before getting up and putting his cassock on. As you both opened your gifts with everyone else, you would know which one was his gift and he would know which one is yours; the look he would give you would be more powerful than words and you would smile in return, you felt blessed.

 Charlie 

-        Charlie wasn’t a Christmas guy, not all. Mostly because he kept bad memories from it, his father made it hell for him and his brother, and his mother too. Even if she had always tried to make them smile, making them eggnog, discreetly slipping a gift in their bed in the morning.

 -        Naturally as an adult, he wasn’t really down for it, except getting drunk in a Saloon. But you were there to teach him another way to celebrate Christmas, and it would be a way he would surely enjoy; and he would end up with Christmas spirit.

 -        So, obviously you would spend the day with his family, his brother and his mother. And Charlie wouldn’t be so opposed to it; at first, he might complain and say he doesn’t feel like going. But as soon as he sees his family, he smiles and greet them with a hug, he would never admit it out loud but he missed them and Christmas would be the perfect occasion to spend time together.

 -        You would have to accompany Charlie to the different stores for Christmas shopping, he always played tough guys and now he didn’t want to go shopping alone, it made you retain a laugh, your man was dumb sometimes.  Of course, once he finds something that could be a great gift for you, he would do his best to hide it behind his back, and most of the time pretend he didn’t find anything, you would roll your eyes, you knew his lying face but it was adorable. For his mother, he would some embroidered hankies, another scarf for his brother, just to tease him and for you, an expensive perfume from San Francisco. As for him, you would spend a lot of time and money with specialist to have a prosthetic arm designed for him, he still had a hard time with it and perhaps it would help him feel better and for when he rides again.

 -        You and his mother would cook, both men were terrible at cooking anything else than beans. So, out of question that they came into the kitchen, especially since last time where Charlie managed to eat half of the cookies you had made. You would also cook apples pies, and a roasted turkey that the two men had hunted earlier.

 -        As for decorations, the two men had managed to cut a pine tree that resembles a Christmas tree. You would all together decorate the tree, thanks to their mother pushing them to participate. It would be filled with red ribbons, berries, paper strings, yarn, and other homemade decoration Eli had brought. You would even hang a few cookies in the tree.

 -        When the night came, a fire was lit to keep everyone warm, after all the winter was extremely cold in this part of the country. You would eat joyfully, the boys telling their most epic and finniest anecdotes. Obviously, alcohol would be part of the night, though you tried to keep Charlie just tipsy, except if you were drunk too and joined him in messing around. You would end the night singing joyful Christmas songs together.

 -        The next morning, Charlie would be the one waking up everyone, he would even try to guess what his gifts were while everyone was still asleep. “But Charlie it’s 7 am…on Christmas.” you yawned, you couldn’t believe he was excited like a child for it, but in a way your understood him, Charlie had never celebrated Christmas and soon his brother was up as well, eager to unwrap his gifts. Charlie would be left speechless as he unwraps his gift and discovers the prosthetic arm, the only thing he would do is to hug you tightly, burying his head in your neck, and placing a kiss on your skin, before letting you put the prosthetic on him.

Bobby Green 

-        Christmas for Bobby had become another mean to party, not as much as for New Year though. He just loved to enjoy life to the fullest unlike his family meetings where everyone was more uptight than the others.

-        So obviously, Bobby would much prefer to spend Christmas just with you, not even with his friends from El Caribe. Though, later in the evening, after dinner, you two might head to the club a little but not to work, simply dance and have fun.  

 -        You would do Christmas decorations shopping together trying to find which color would fit the best for this year; obviously you had a thing for red because it was a color that went well with Bobby too and you picked up gold as a second color; yes, this would be perfect. The very same day, arms full of bags, you would get a Christmas tree, a big fluffy one which would proudly wear the decorations you had bought.  

 -        Then, another day, Bobby would spend quite some time shopping, thanks to his job, money wasn’t a problem, but the problem was finding something perfect for you. Bobby would get you gold earrings with a little diamond on each, and the design would perfectly match with your face and he would also buy some sexy lingerie for you both to enjoy. You would get him an earring as well, the coincidence was rather funny, but it was a detail you particularly loved about him.

 -        As the evening comes, Bobby would bring you to a nice restaurant in the city center, it was a rather fancy one but not too much to avoid uptight people who couldn’t bear a laugh. It was fancy enough to fix the event in your memories. And you would enjoy a classic feast, and even Foie gras and dishes with truffles. Obviously, you would drink champagne, it would be a night of ‘excess and pleasure’ as Bobby said, and you loved this intensity.

 -        The decorations would mostly be on the Christmas tree, then you would spread little decorations everywhere, on cupboards and counters and then add many glitters which would be hell to clean up afterwards but you recognized Bobby’s great taste in decorations, he knew how to make it joyful and give a party atmosphere to a place.

 -        After the restaurant, you would head to El Caribe, at least you knew it was the best place to party in all safety. You and Bobby would just go wild, dancing pressed against each other, exchanging kisses and getting horny in no time; to the point that you would soon go back home to make love right away. Then, late in the night you couldn’t resist but open your gifts, giggling like children. So, there wouldn’t be really a Christmas morning for you, just sleeping late in each other’s arms, and it would be the best morning ever.

Bruno Weiss 

-        For Bruno, Christmas was like any other day. He was Jewish but not practicing so he wasn’t really celebrating in any way. And he was often alone on Christmas, his girls always finding a gentleman or another way to celebrate without him. And he had expected you spend Christmas away, with your family in San Francisco; but you surprised when you asked him what he would like to do with you for Christmas, it had made him so happy that you thought about him, even surrounded by his girls, he had always been a lonely man.

 -        Bruno would spoil you during this day, actually he would dedicate his time entirely to you and that starting from the morning. He wasn’t great at cooking breakfast but at least he tried, and that only made you happy. And you were even more when he announced you that he would spend the whole day with you to prepare Christmas.

 -        He would rather enjoy shopping with you, his woman, walking hands in hands from shop to shop, his arms getting fuller of bags each time. Once again, he would spoil you, trying to fulfil you every desires, though Bruno wasn’t a rich man either; so, when you showed him an item that was too expensive, you would see it instantly, the way, he avoided your gaze, an embarrassed look on his face, he wished he could buy you anything you desired. “Hey darling, you know what? I don’t need it, it’s all good, don’t worry.” You would reassure him, tenderly kissing him on the lips. He swore to himself he would make you feel like the luckiest women in the world when you would open your gifts.

 -        You would buy many items to put in the Christmas tree and a few garlands but the most important purchase had been this new thing, electric light garlands, you had not doubts it would look perfect on the tree, and what better than to have the latest modern house items? And about that, Bruno completely agreed.

 -        Bruno would get you a new dress and makeup as well; it was one of his favorite things, to watch you put on your makeup, making yourself even more beautiful than you already were and that view was only for him. And you would buy him a new pocket watch, not one he bought on the black market for nothing, one with a beautiful design and your initials engraved inside the watch cover, so there would always be a bit of you with him.

 -        On Christmas Eve, you would stay home together, you would cook dinner and he would try to help. However, Bruno doesn’t have much patience so his help would be rather limited, and you would soon tell him to sit down and just keep you company. You would cook a roasted chicken, cookies and a fruit cake. However, on Christmas day, for lunch he would bring you to a restaurant, fancier than the usual restaurant he goes to; you would get smoked salmon and cocktails with champagne. And he had to admit, it was nice to have celebrations from time to time, and Christmas spirit was perhaps starting to grow on him.

 -        For the night, Bruno was more inclined to just stay home, but you wanted to show him something more, and you managed to convince him to go to a jazz club, at least to listen to the Christmas songs recreated with jazz stylings. After a while, you saw your boyfriend relaxed, so you put your hand on his, gently stroking it and by the look in your eyes, he would understand and accept to dance with you, a slow dance, embracing each other.

 -        The next morning; the air was rather chill, the both of you waking up slowly, caressed by the warm rays of the sun, snuggling a bit more in his embrace as you felt the air cooler than usual, it had snowed. You would happily open your gifts as you shared a coffee, wrapped in your warm bathrobe, a soft smile was on Bruno’s face, this peace, warmth; Christmas wasn’t so bad after all.

Willie Gutirrez 

-        Willie absolutely loved Christmas and didn’t hide it. It was a great occasion to spend time with you and your family and everyone knew Wille was a family man. He wasn’t the most churchgoing man, but this day would have a religious meaning for him as well. And actually, he would make sure the apartment you shared would be decorated for the 1st of December and he would get an advent calendar with chocolates, he loves it and you would have never thought that about Willie but it was really cute.

 -        That meant that you would spend Christmas holidays at your parents’ home. It was nice to travel a bit and change of air. And your parents just loved Willie, this hard-working young man who satisfied your every desires and who was kind and funny, to them he was perfect; and to you too of course, after all you were madly in love.

 -        Obviously, you would shop together, for everything: decorations, gifts for you and your family, food and chocolates. You would tease each other, trying to guess the gift hidden in the bag of the other, and you would have to wait Christmas morning to know which was even more exciting.  

 -        The apartment would be perfectly decorated, as if a home stylist had done it, silver and gold, the Christmas tree big and fluffy and perfectly decorated, the nativity scene underneath it. You were very proud of your decorations.

 -        Before joining your parents’ house, you and Willie would make cookies. But it would be hard to focus for you, Willie was really sexy, wearing an apron, a comfy sweater and a Christmas hat just to tease you because he knew the effect it had on you. Obviously, you would end up having sex on the counter between Christmas cookies. Once you would have joined your parents Willie would insist on helping out your mother, which would make her fall for him even more, and he would drink a glass of whisky with your father the same time while talking politics; yes, he had completely seduced them, to your greatest pleasure.

 -        Willie would also surprise you all by taking out an expensive bottle of champagne one of his acquaintances would have gifted him. Other than that, you would eat a rather classic Christmas feast, braised pork, vegetables and a few canapés.

 -        After dinner, you would all settle in the sofas in the living room, you snuggled against Willie, drinking hot spiced apple cider as your parents told your boyfriend memories of your childhood, some rather embarrassing actually but it made him laugh and he loved knowing those things about you. Your parents would be the first to head to bed; you and Willie would stay a bit more, exchanging slow and tender kisses until it was time to sleep and let the magic of Christmas happen.

 -        The next morning, you would be awakened by more kisses from Willie, feather-like kisses on your face, his fingers gently pushing away the strands of hair on your face. “Don’t you want to find out what Santa got you?” he’d tease you. And you would truly hesitate between considering him your Santa gift and getting up, and he knew it. And after a little you would both finally get up, happily opening your gifts. Willie would be smiling all the time, he  had family who loved him now.

Max California 

-        Max celebrates Christmas but not in the typical way to do it. For him it is an overrated celebration, with a lot of fuss with all these decorations and Christmas movies on TV all day along and the whole picking up Christmas tree imperative. Also, Max doesn’t blend in very well with Christmas atmosphere with his look that he keeps all year along. People tend to look at him in a strange way when Christmas comes, seeing a guy all dressed in black with piercings and tattoos.

 -        It would be really fun when you boyfriend would realize that you are used to celebrate Christmas and that you rather enjoy the atmosphere. You would spare him Christmas songs and put on your headphones though you wouldn’t sometimes, just to embarrass him.

 -        You would celebrate Christmas just the two of you, you preferred to take baby steps with him, family gatherings on those type of celebrations made him uneasy because people were no fun, he couldn’t make his usual sex jokes or talk about the funniest things that happened back at the sex shop.

 -        You would manage to convince him to get a Christmas tree, and he got one in a pot so that you could plant it somewhere later. And you would accept that he chooses the decorations for it and thankfully you had no guests because this was hilarious and outrageous. Bulbs that looks like boobs, leather collars and other kinky stuff he had gotten at the shop; at least it was unique and very much Max California.

 -        As gifts, you would buy him more clothes that would perfectly match his style and you would get him a new sound system for his guitar, you didn’t want him to renounce to his passion and his dream of being a successful musician one day. As for Max well…. he would get you a few sexy things and also makeup that would perfectly match your face and look, you always loved when he did that, he was better than you at picking up those products, he really had great taste.

 -        For Christmas eve dinner you would order delivery but something out of the ordinary, something a bit fancy, your kitchen wasn’t the best to cook anyway, small and poorly equipped. And actually, you and Max would go for one of the most expensive Japanese restaurants of LA, and damn that was worth it, exotic and unique for this special night.

 -        You would move the little table to the window and open it, giving you a little view on the city. Since you two had moved from his rather questionable flat, you lived in a much better and beautiful neighborhood. After dinner you would head outside for a walk hand in hand by the beach, sharing a cigarette under the cool air and watching a few decorated store fronts; Max always finding ways to make a dirty joke.

 -        The next morning, you would wake up in your favorite way, Max tracing kisses along your thighs, that rascal never forgot his priorities, you thought, giggling sleepily and well, Christmas could wait a little more.  Obviously, after this little morning fun, you would go open your gifts under the tree while Facetiming with your parents “Oh my God Max!” you burst out laughing, you couldn’t show this gift to your parents “But baby it was a limited Christmas edition!” he’d reply, making everyone laugh even more.

 Theodore Twombly

-        Knowing how romantic and old-fashioned Theodore is, he absolutely loved Christmas. It had been a rough period for when he was single and without anyone to celebrate Christmas with but Amy. Celebrating with a friend is much different than with your lover and family. So, he was more than excited to celebrate it with you.

 -        With Theodore you would get up before sunrise and take the car to drive to his chalet in the mountains. That already put you in the full Christmas atmosphere, it was sunny and full of snow, so much that for a while you thought you wouldn’t be able to access the chalet.

 -        You would spend Christmas eve and the next day together, just the two of you, in his chalet, lost in the mountains, it would become your little heaven frozen in time where only what you felt for each other mattered.

 -        Theodore would have shopped for your gifts the whole year, but he would have wrapped them a few days before Christmas, to keep the magic of the celebration. He would have gotten you all sorts of gifts, from an artisanal wooden carved object, to the latest video game you wanted. And you would have gotten a game too but what people call now old-fashioned one, a board game. Those were rather expensive today because people much preferred immersive virtual games now, but you were sure he would love it.

 -        Theodore would have already all the decorations you could possibly need, ready in boxes in the basement, you were honestly surprised by the choice in colors he had. You would both decorate the whole chalet, inside and outside with classic garlands and electrical garlands to, it was so much more beautiful than the holographic ones. This year, you would go for blue and white and also add candy canes in the tree because it was just too good not to put them. Speaking of the Christmas tree you would go get it in a pine tree nursery nearby.  And the great thing was that you could chose it and cut it yourself, though you left that task to Theodore, despite several tries you couldn’t manage to hit the same spot each time; it was physical but you both really had fun.

 -        You would cook Christmas eve dinner together, already dressed in your warm and comfy pajamas; the fire lit in the chimney. You would make tons of different cookies with hot chocolate and marshmallows. Theodore was vegetarian and you too so you would cook a wonderful vegetarian dinner, something simple and delicious that wasn’t too complicated to make so that you could spend the day enjoying other things as well.

 -        You would have dinner with candle lights while listening to oldies Christmas songs, it would be super romantic and you couldn’t stop smiling all the time and Theodore felt the same, it was a perfect Christmas.  Then, you would go on the balcony, wrapped in a warm blanket, Theodore hugging you from behind as you looked at the stars, the sky was clear and it was a stunning view. Actually, you don’t know how much time you stayed there, despite the cold, you both couldn’t stop looking. Though after a while it would be really cold and you would run inside to snuggle in front of the TV and watch Christmas movies, you barely payed attention to it, too busy exchanging tender kisses until you felt it was time to go to sleep.

 -        The following morning, after opening your gifts, the both of you were overjoyed with what you had gotten. And soon, your parents would join you and Theodore for a few days and they would also take you cross-country skiing, to the great joy of Theodore….he wasn’t a sport guy at all but he would follow you anywhere in the world.

Merrill Hess

-        Christmas for Merill meant family time, he already spent a significant amount of time with his nephews and brother but less since you had moved together in a house farther down the neighborhood. And also, he was often away since he had integrated one of the best baseball team of the country. So, Christmas was a great way to be reunited all together.

-        You would spend the whole day in family, playing the snow with your nephews, obviously Merill would start a snowball fight, and he was the best at it, great aim and great strength especially when you received it right in the face. And you, on your side struggled to reach your target, and you couldn’t even run after him to get closer, he ran damn fast! At least your nephews laughed a lot at this. Afterwards, you would make a snowman competition, you and Abigail against Merill and Morgan, and Graham, would decide of the winners and it was your team who won, and the price was extra cookies.  

 -        Merill and Graham would go shopping while you watched after the children, who didn’t know at all that Santa was shopping. And in the meantime, with your nephews you would get the many boxes of decoration out of the basement and decorate the whole house so that that they would have the surprise when they come back. Though you would leave the nativity scene to Graham and his children, it was very important for them.

 -        In the meantime, the two brothers would not only buy the gifts but also food for the dinner, a menu that everyone had composed together. You had already your gift for Merill, a sled and a few DVDs of his favorite movies, as for him he would get you a tartan rug and the finest chocolates he could find, he knew how much you loved chocolate so he didn’t look at the price.

 -        For the Christmas tree you would all go together to pick it up, the children wanted the biggest one and Merill was always part of the children when it came to the Christmas tree. You and Graham would be more rational and manage to calm them down a bit and get them to chose one that would fit in the living room and 6’7 wasn’t bad at all.

 -        After playing a while outside and being frozen now, you would get to cooking, a great way to warm up again. Of course, the children were learning to cook so they participated in the elaboration of the dinner, it was a joyful moment where everyone had their importance and helped. Stuffed turkey, carrots, potatoes and an apple pie for dessert and everything in big portions because of the two growing up and the sportsman that was Merill.

 -        The night would be full of laughter and joy, after dinner you would settle by the fire and you tell Christmas tales with Graham while the three others were sitting crossed legged and listening to you, the little ones snuggled against their uncle. And then, all together you would watch Disney Christmas cartoons, there was nothing better to relax and dream of the wonderful gifts you would get tomorrow. After putting your nephews to bed, you and Merill would sleep back in his old room, reminding you of good memories, when you had started dating and your first time making love with him, it was very nice to spend Christmas here and you wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.

 -        The next morning, you would be awakened by your nephews, running in the corridor and shouting that Santa had come and that many gifts were waiting to be unwrapped. You chuckled, thinking of Graham who had waited for them to be asleep to put the gifts underneath the tree. You wouldn’t take breakfast first, they were too impatient, and they didn’t seem very hungry, preferring to test their gifts together, including Merill with his sled, he could finally compete with his nephews as the big child he could be. But before you would convince them to eat their giant breakfast so they could play for hours in the snow.

Freddie Quell 

-        It’s not that Freddie didn’t like Christmas, but he never celebrated it in a normal way, from his terrible childhood to Christmas in the army which was mostly a lot of drinking and sex. So, in a way, this would be his first real Christmas, with you and his family-in-law.

 -        He would let you completely guide him through Christmas eve and day. He was a bit grumpy at first because he was frustrated; he wanted to fit in and understand how to do things right. He wanted you to be happy with your man.

 -        So, it would be best if you spent Christmas eve, just the two of you; Take baby steps with Freddie and tomorrow spend Christmas with your family where he would have to bear the shitty jokes of your uncle. You would take him outside to walk hands in hands a look at the store fronts especially decorated for Christmas, just to show him the colors and decorations, the joy of the adults and children looking at it, in short introduce him to the Christmas atmosphere. You wouldn’t stay for too long because you knew he couldn’t stand still and had a limited patience but still, you were pleasantly surprised by how calm he was, a boyish smile forming on his lips sometimes, it was great step forward and you were eager to spend this day with him.  

 -        He would be the first to suggest going inside the shops and buy a few decorations for your house. Though, once inside he would be a bit overwhelmed by the crowd but also the crazy choice there was. He wouldn’t let go of your hand as you took him through the various alleys, he would be rather undecided about the color to pick, so you went for blue and gold, and he help you to pick up the shape and designs of the garlands and bulbs. And he was happy to carry out all the bags.  

 -        “Do you need to go to another shop for a gift?” you asked him once outside of that shop “No, I actually have it already.” He replied looking away, he had his gifts for you for a while because he had taken great care to choose something that would fit, he had gotten you a dress and expensive perfume. You would look at him excitedly, the way he took care of you was always very attractive to you “Well, Mister Quell if you could wait for me in the car, I have one more thing to buy…” your murmured giving him a sensual kiss on the lips, he would chuckle already knowing how it would end once at home but also happy that you were about to buy his gift, a nice kit to make cocktails and expensive alcohol that he would savor with you, reasonably.  

 -        You would stay home, you thought he would want to go to the restaurant but actually he preferred to be alone with you and have no distractions. You would decorate the house together, while he actually sang the Christmas songs everyone sang on the vessel, it was joyful songs and it was nice hear Freddie sing, it was an aspect of him you encouraged to come out. And while he finished decorating you cooked the fabulous dinner you would share, and which remained classic. Though soon you would feel his arms wrap around your waist and his lips tracing kisses along you neck; he couldn’t help it, whatever you did, you were sexy.

 -        Freddie was an unpredictable man and full of surprises. When you thought you would spend the evening in his arms at home, he would actually take you to the rooftop of a building and you didn’t understand why until a firework started and he had brought you where you would have the best view on it. Your eyes were shining all along and you snuggled in Freddie’s arms as you watch the show with him. And you would conclude the night by making love there, at the risk of getting a cold, but you didn’t care. In the end, it was Freddie who guided you through an amazing Christmas.

Ray Elwood

-        Ray wouldn’t get a long permission for Christmas holidays, but at least he got a few days because you two were engaged. He was excited to spend Christmas outside of the base and with you, he had missed you so much, so much time away from you, only able to write to you or call you without being able to see you or hold you in his arms; he had missed you terribly and that was more important to him than celebrating Christmas.

 -        When you reached Germany, you had no idea of how your holidays with Ray would go, it was your first time in Europe and he had given you absolutely no indications of the program, if there was one. And that’s because he had a big surprise for you. You don’t know how much time it lasted when you embraced each other at the airport but to feel his warmth, his scent wrapped around you, his lips on yours, it was the best Christmas gift you could ever receive. After that, he would bring you to the base to introduce you to his friends and also to his boss, who had become a friend in a way, but a friend he also used to do his little business. After, he hadn’t been sent here for nothing but what could you do? You couldn’t stop loving him, and as far as you knew, he didn’t kill anyone, so that was good.

 -        And he would be really proud to show his beautiful fiancée to everyone, showing that you were real and a real knockout who was engaged to him. And his buddies were really nice and fun, they made you feel comfortable in this place full of men. However, once you two were alone again, he took out of his jacket two plane tickets for Paris “Spoiler alert, that’s your Christmas gift, a couple of days together in Paris.” He revealed to you, he had more than enough money for it and he wanted to spoil you, and he knew Paris was one of your dreams. You would be speechless, what a wonderful surprise “I prefer to tell you that my gift won’t be so crazy.” You chuckled, your eyes wet with emotion “Don’t worry baby, you are my gift.” He would reassure you, filling your face with kisses.

 -        And once in Paris, you realized Ray had really gone crazy, a superb hotel room, already decorated and even with Christmas tree in it, and gifts from the hotel like chocolates and perfumes. Though, you didn’t visit the city first, as soon as the door of the bedroom was closed and that the effect of surprise had passed, you literally jumped on Ray, the both ending making love passionately, again and again until you were satisfied, actually it didn’t change much from previous Christmas, there was always a lot of sex involved, for your greatest pleasure.

 -        And to make up for lost time, Ray would have the great idea to book a table on a barge on the Seine, it would enable the both of you to see the most beautiful monuments of the city, beautifully lit during the night and while you ate a typical French Christmas dinner and of course with great wine and champagne.

 -        After dinner, you would get off the boat and go watch the beautiful and famous store fronts of the Gallerie Lafayette incredibly decorated for Christmas, Paris was just amazingly decorated and the Christmas atmosphere was very present, it was perfect. Then, you would manage to convince Ray to go Ice skating with you, and after a few kisses and puppy eyes, he wouldn’t be able to resist and would just agree. The truth is that he was really bad at it and fell all the time on his behind, you were pretty much the same, but that’s where the fun was, trying to skate decently without falling. And the both of you would end up laughing a lot, clinging onto each other and ending up falling on each other.  

 -        The day had been exhausting but worth it, it was the best Christmas holidays you ever had, and it was only starting, you still had a few days more with your fiancée. And despite exhaustion you would make love again, the Christmas atmosphere in the bedroom making it even more magical. And Ray had to admit that it really gave him the Christmas spirit and with you he was really enjoying this celebration.  And even more so when he woke up the next morning and found underneath the Christmas tree a gift for him, he picked it up and went back in the bed to open it next to you. It wasn’t something big and flashy but it had more value to his eyes, you had made a photo album of you and him, all the pictures you took together since you were together and at the end of it you had included sexy pictures of you that you had made just for him; he would have a big smile, he was loving Christmas.

Also you my dear readers, tell me with which of these characters you would prefer to celebrate Christmas with!!

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[petersasteria]

Fuck, We’re Screwed - Tom Holland AU

Pairing: Hotel Manager!Tom x Events organizer!Reader Requested? Nah but I asked @allyz to pick a number from 1-4. 3k words

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You never knew that you would meet the man of your dreams and when you did, it was perfect. He was a receptionist at a hotel that you frequently organized events at. You guessed that your clients loved it there and you admitted that it was lovely.

Grand Elite Hotel was the place. The first time you went there, you were just one of the customers. You never would have guessed that in the years to come, you would organize events there. It was fresh to be on the other side of the event. You were always the guest and it was refreshing to organize the events this time. It made your job easy because you knew what guests wanted and didn't want.

Tom was just new on the job that time and he was assigned to direct the guests to the events hall. If someone asks about the said event, he would direct them there. Tom did great and when all the guests were there, he went back to the reception.

A few hours later, the event was finished and everyone was packing up at the events hall. Tom knew it wasn't his job, but he just wanted to check out the particular event hall that he kept directing everyone to. He peeked and entered as soon as he saw everyone cleaning up. Then, he saw you. You were busy stacking the chairs and he went over to help you.

"Hey." Tom said softly as he handed you a chair. "I'm guessing you're the organizer for this event."

"You guessed right." You chuckled and shook his hand. "I'm Y/N."

"Tom." He smiled and let go of your hand. "If you don't mind me asking, what was the event?"

His question made you roll your eyes. You didn't have a problem with him. He seemed nice. You just had a problem with the event itself.

Tom saw you roll your eyes and he assumed that he said something that might have offended you. "Oh, did I say something to hurt your feelings? I am so sorry!" Tom said nervously.

You quickly shook your head, "It's not your fault, Tom. It's just the event itself."

"What's the event anyway?" Tom asked as he stacked a few chairs.

"It's a kid's seventh birthday party. I hate kids, but as an events organizer, I shouldn't be picky with my clients. They paid me a huge amount of money and I'm super grateful for it." You said.

"I can sense a 'but' coming." Tom chuckled.

"But the kid is such a brat!" You exclaimed. "You should've seen this whole place before packing up. It was like a Disney princess shit in it, I swear!"

"Everything was pastel pink and there was random shit on the ceiling. Y'know, the balloons and the paper lanterns and the lights. Then each table had fancy candelabras made of glass as centerpieces. The fucking giveaways were put in a really expensive purse. And as if the whole thing wasn’t expensive enough, inside the purse there's a Chanel lip gloss in the shade of 'tender rose', a baby brush from Tiffany's, a sparkling pink heart bracelet from Pandora and to top it all off, personalized keychains also from Tiffany's." You ranted.

"Then we went ice cream tasting one day and she hated everything! We ended up trying EVERY SINGLE STRAWBERRY FLAVOR at different ice cream parlors." You added.

"Jesus, she sounds like a nightmare." Tom shook his head.

"May I remind you that she's only seven. I don't want to imagine what it would be like when she's sixteen or older." You sighed as you finished stacking the chairs before looking around to see if there were other things needed to clean up that your crew forgot.

"Damn. I could imagine." Tom rolled his eyes as he put his hands on his hips.

 "I fucking hate kids." You muttered under your breath, but Tom heard and looked at you quickly. You turned to him and apologized thinking that you offended him or thinking he had a kid of his own. "Oh my god. I'm sorry if I offended you or anything. You probably have a really nice kid and—"

Tom quickly shook his head, "Oh, fuck no! I don't have a kid. I was going to say that I hate kids too. They're all so whiny and stuff."

"Right?! The curse ends with us." You joked causing Tom to laugh.

You and Tom got along quick after that. Soon, you went on dates and eventually became official.

You've been dating since you were both 23 and you were still dating until now. Both of you are now 27 living in a shared apartment in London with the same old jobs you had when you both met.

It was both yours and Tom’s day off and both of you have been invited to Harrison’s  second baby shower and as soon as you arrived at Harrison’s house, both of you were greeted by Harrison and his fiance.

“Hey! I’m so glad you could make it!” Georgina, Harrison’s fiance, said with a smile. You smiled back and handed her a gift. “Oh, thank you! I’ll put this with the other gifts.” She said and excused herself.

“Congrats on your second baby, mate. We’re so happy for you!” Tom said with a smile. Harrison gave you both a tight lipped smile as he carefully looked around.

“I need to talk to both of you.” Harrison said as he led both of you to the kitchen. You and Tom looked at each other, but followed Harrison anyway. When you arrived at the kitchen, Harrison looked around to see if someone was listening. When he didn’t see anyone eavesdropping, he quickly looked at both of you.

“Are you okay?” You asked him in concern.

“Don’t do it.” Harrison quickly said.

“Don’t do what?” You asked in confusion.

“Don’t have kids.” Harrison said quietly. “I love my daughter. I really do. I also love the little rascal in the fucking womb right now, but this parenting shit is tiring.” 

“I want to sleep the whole day, my body hurts from carrying my daughter around, my ears are ringing from all the crying, my head wants to explode because of all the annoyance that’s building up inside of me, I have no privacy anymore, I can’t watch what I want, and they whine all the fucking time and they throw tantrums. So, I’m begging both of you to not have kids. Save yourselves.” Harrison ranted.

“Thanks for telling us this wonderful information.” Tom chuckled. “But Y/N and I got that covered. We aren’t planning to have kids, anyway.”

“Yup! So, you don’t need to warn us about it. We already know that kids are a handful and we just don’t want that pressure, y’know?” You said and Tom nodded.

“Good.” Harrison said. “Anyway, enjoy yourselves. I have to find G to make sure she has everything covered.” With that, Harrison left.

You and Tom were helping yourselves to the food there when you suddenly felt unsatisfied with the food there. Tom looked at you and said, “What’s up? This is your favorite food.”

“I don’t really feel like eating it.” You frowned. “It’s weird, isn’t it?”

You’ve been having weird cravings lately which was weird considering you were really picky. You also felt bloated and you haven’t had your period in two months as well. But that was normal for you because your period had a weird cycle; sometimes you would have it every month and other times, you’d skip a month of two.

While you thought this was all normal, Tom was thinking otherwise. It was becoming a nightmare for him because he had a strong feeling that you’re pregnant. He wanted to ask you to take a test, but he didn’t know how to ask you because he knew you would be annoyed.

“Hey, Y/N?” Tom said nervously.

“What if you took a pregnancy test?” Tom suggested and you looked at him annoyed, just like he expected.

“Why on earth would you suggest that?” You asked.

“Because you’re showing signs of pregnancy, that’s why!” Tom said quietly. “Just take one test or go to the doctor and after that, we can live our lives again.”

You didn’t agree to it, but after a few days of thinking, you finally went to the doctor after setting up an appointment. Tom couldn’t go with you because he was working. He got promoted to being the hotel manager and it demanded more of his time. You currently didn’t have any events to be working on, that’s why you agreed to check with the doctor. 

Two words haunted you on the way home and you didn’t know what to feel. It was a shock to you and you didn’t know how Tom would react. Both of you weren’t even engaged yet.

“You’re pregnant.” The doctor said with a smile.

When you got home, you called your mother because you didn’t know what to do. You were lying on the couch as you waited for her to pick up.

“Hi, sweetie!” Your mother said cheerfully. “It’s so nice to hear from you. How’re you and Tom?”

You smiled as she mentioned Tom. He was your whole world and he meant everything to you. Your family absolutely adored him and they knew of your plans about not having kids. Despite being upset, they respected your decision.

“We’re good; really good. He’s, uh, he’s at work right now. He actually got promoted to hotel manager, so yeah. That’s that.” You answered.

“Oh, how wonderful! Why don’t both of you come here for lunch on his day off? We should celebrate.” Your mum excitedly said.

“Sure. I’ll tell him. That’s not why I called, though.” You said and bit your lip nervously.

“Oh?”

“Mum, I’m pregnant.” You blurted out as you sat up and leaned back on the arm rest of the couch. The other line went quiet for a while and you could almost imagine your mum quietly telling your dad the news and asking your younger brother to put the phone on speaker.

“Mum? Are you still there?” You asked.

“Yes, yes! I’m here. honey. That’s-That’s wow. I thought you and Tom didn’t want to have kids…” Your mum trailed off.

“We still don’t want kids, but this is such a surprise. What if Tom leaves me?” You tear up as you thought of Tom leaving you.

“I don’t think he’ll leave you. Both of you should talk about it.” She suggested.

“Okay.” You sighed. “Well, I have to go now. Tom is coming home soon and I have to prepare dinner.”

“Alright, sweetheart!” She smiled through the phone. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“I hope both of you will keep the baby. It’ll be hard, but once you see them grow up and be the person they want to be, it’ll be so fulfilling to know that you raised that child. I’m not forcing you, okay? I’m just saying that in case you decide to keep the baby.” She said.

“Thanks, mum. I’ll call you soon.” You said. You said your goodbyes and hung up the phone. You got up from the couch and started to prepare Tom’s favorite meal. Thirty minutes later, Tom got home and went straight to the kitchen.

“Hi, darling.” He smiled and kissed your cheek. “I see you’re cooking my favorite. What’s the occasion?”

“Nothing.” You shrugged… y’know, like a liar.

“Okay.” Tom brushed it off. “I’ll just change my clothes and I’ll join you in a bit.”

Tom could sense something off with you while both of you were eating dinner and it made him frown. He set his fork and knife down and asked, “Is there something you want to tell me? You seem off; it’s like something’s bothering you.”

You gulped and looked at him. You took his hand in yours and sighed, “Please don’t get mad.”

Tom nodded and asked what was wrong. “I’m two months pregnant.” You sighed. Tom just looked at you and nodded. You looked at him in curiosity, “You’re not mad?”

“Darling, I already knew. I mean, I had a strong feeling that you were.” Tom said softly.

“What’ll we do?” You frowned.

“We’ll figure it out.” Tom said.

You and Tom thought about it for weeks and while you were thinking about it, you told Tom’s family about the pregnancy and they were so happy for both of you. You and Tom didn’t want to admit it, but both of you were growing attached to the little human growing inside of you. Whenever you were stressed, putting a hand on your growing belly was sort of comforting. Tom loved tracing circles on it whenever he cuddles you and it gave him peace.

At this point, you were already seven months pregnant and you still didn’t know the gender. You and Tom still didn’t know what to do about the baby and both of you kept avoiding the topic. You know you have to talk about it soon because you’ll be giving birth in two months.

Eight months in and you finally talked about it. You and Tom agreed that you’d put it up for adoption. After all, kids weren’t part of your plans. No one would take care of your kid despite grandparents from both sides are willing to babysit.

“We should start looking for a family then.” You said softly as you and Tom laid in bed at night. Tom nodded and said, “Yeah, we’ll get that sorted soon. Should we name it? Or will we let the family pick it?”

“I mean… I gave birth to it and you’re the baby’s dad. The baby won’t have anything from us aside from their genes, so I guess we should give them a name too.” You said.

Tom tried to hide his smile and said, “Good.”

“Let me guess… you already have a name in mind?” You chuckled.

“Yup!” Tom smiled.

“Let’s hear it.” You said as you snuggled closer to him.

“I went for a neutral name: Dakota.” Tom said. “Or London. Any of those are fine.”

“I think I like Dakota.” You smiled.

“Dakota it is.” Tom grinned and kissed the top of your head.

Due date.

Tom was freaking out because he was at work and he couldn’t get to you immediately because it was also traffic. You were rushed to the hospital, thankful that Harry and Sam were with you.

“Y/N, calm down, please!” Sam shrieked as he sped through the road going to the hospital. He was sure that he was overspeeding, but he didn’t care. You mattered more.

“Don’t tell me to calm down when a little human is coming out of me!” You screamed at him as Harry held your hand in the backseat.

“Yeah, shut up, Sam!” Harry said.

You finally arrived at the hospital and they immediately brought you in the delivery room as the twins contacted Tom.

“Mate, where are you?!” Sam asked as soon as Tom picked up.

“I’m here! I’m looking for a parking spot.” Tom said frustratedly.

Sam rolled his eyes and said, “Harry will handle it. Get your ass here!”

Harry’s eyes widened at the mention of his name, but Sam just pushed him towards the direction of the exit. Harry quickly ran to where Tom was and Harry quickly got in the car after Tom got out.

He quickly ran inside and saw Sam. “She’s in there!” Sam said and pointed to where the delivery room was. Tom nodded and quickly went in there.

“Sir, you can’t-”

“It’s okay! He’s the father!” You sighed in relief as soon as you saw him. The nurses gave Tom the proper attire and after putting it on, Tom went straight to your side and held your hand.

“You’ll be alright, love. I got you.” Tom kissed your hand and smiled at you.

After being in labor for fifteen hours, Dakota was born. Turns out, Dakota’s a boy which surprised both of you because you and Tom were betting that Dakota would be a girl.

You were now in your hospital room as you looked at Tom who was holding Dakota. He instantly fell in love with his son and it made him change his mind about giving him up for adoption. Seeing the scene in front of you, made you realize that you wanted to see it everyday. 

“Hey, Tom?” You whispered.

“Hm?” He hummed, not looking at you as he continued to stare at Dakota.

“I don’t want to give him up for adoption anymore.” You said softly. “I’m sorry if-”

“I want that too.” Tom smiled as he sat down on the chair next to your bed. Dakota started to fuss and Tom panicked and carefully handed Dakota to you. You breastfed Dakota and he calmed down as Tom watched in awe.

“I love you, Y/N.” Tom smiled.

“I love you too.”

“Will you marry me?” Tom asked which made you look at him in shock. “I figured we should go to the next step because it’s just going to be you and me and now, Dakota. We can move out of the apartment and buy a house. We’ve been saving for so long and-”

“Yes, I will marry you.” You gushed causing Tom to smile and get something from his pocket. It was a velvet box and he opened it to reveal the most beautiful ring you’ve ever seen.

“How long have you had that?” You asked.

“Long enough.” Tom answered with a grin. “I was just waiting for the right time and darling, this is definitely the right time.”

“You can put that on me later because my hands are full.” You giggled. “We have a baby and we’re engaged. This is amazing.”

“You’re amazing, darling.” Tom leaned forward and pecked your lips. Both of you sat in peace when Tom broke the silence, “I hope we don’t screw up.”

“Ugh, same here. We’ll do our best and I trust you. We’ll be alright.” You smiled to assure him.

“Yeah.” Tom nodded and glanced at Dakota causing him to lessen his worries, “We’ll be fine.”

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[imaginejamesandsirius]

Can you please write a fic where James is a rich,star footballer and Sirius comes in to work as his super hott personal bodyguard??? And then James starts crushing on him hard but Sirius is hesitant because he could lose his job over this!!!! Please please please write this... I am a biiiig fan of your work... God Bless❤️

"What? I don't need a bodyguard," James said. The very idea was preposterous. 

Coach glared at him, but the rest of the team was slightly more reserved in staring him down. The whole administrative team was there, from the head coach to the team's PR representative. "There have been threats." 

"So? I also got threatened when I was seventeen and nothing ever came of it." 

The team manager jumped in then. "This isn't a schoolyard threat made because you stole someone's girlfriend. Or- whatever," he said, fumbling a little-- as he always did-- when he said something thoughtless and remembered that James was gay afterwards. That being said, James definitely had stolen some girlfriends at school because it was the best approximation he could get for what attraction to women was. "These are extremely conservative people who want you dead and aren't shy about showing they're serious," the team manager continued. "Even if they don't manage to kill you, they could permanently injure you, effectively ending your career. Is that what you want?" 

James huffed, knowing that he was being a little petulant and not caring. "No," he admitted. If he'd been just talking to his mates, he never would've admitted it, but they'd all gotten together to sit him down and make sure he listened to them; they wouldn't have bothered if they weren't seriously concerned. 

"Then get a goddamn bodyguard," Coach said. "It won't be forever-- just until these people realise they have better things to do with their time than harass a popular footballer." 

"Fine." If James had known it would be this much trouble to come out, he wouldn't have done it. He'd just been thinking that he might like to date someone for real. He'd also thought about himself when he was younger and how he could've figured out that he fancied men before he was twenty sodding three if one of his favourite footie players had been gay (and out. He wasn't discounting the idea entirely just because they hadn't said anything.). "I don't know where to find one though." 

"We've got a list of possibilities," someone else said, handing James a sheet of paper-- for the life of him, James couldn't remember what she did, but in his defense, he'd only met her once as an introduction and then seen her in passing at the past six years of holiday parties. On the paper was a list of agencies, their websites, and phone numbers to contact them. There wasn't any mention of price, but it's not like James was pressed for cash or anything. Hell, he'd already reached his lifetime savings amount and didn't really know what to do with the salary he was still getting. Might as well use some of it to stay safe and pacify his bosses. 

*

James had weighed all his options and looked at all of the information he'd been given, and he still couldn't decide. He'd handed the list to Remus, and he'd picked one at random; James took his choice as a good decision and called the company up. They made everything so easy for him that he was beginning to think Remus had special choosing powers. From now on, James was going to run his decisions by Remus before doing anything. 

And then he actually met his bodyguard. He couldn't decide if this was better than before, or worse. Either way, he didn't think asking Remus for advice would really be the way that he wanted for his life to go. 

He was told that his bodyguard's name was Sirius, and they had a first meeting at the company to sort out a few details. If James was a smart person, he would've taken one look at Sirius and said, "Thanks but no thanks, can I get someone else?" But James wasn't smart. He was a dumbarse. A dumbarse that let his heart make decisions for him. Sirius was, in a word, gorgeous. He had a face that looked like it belonged on the cover of a magazine, and a smile that stopped James's breath in its tracks. He was sure that Sirius was good at his job, but James rather doubted his decision to accept him as a bodyguard. He wasn't going to be able to focus for shite. 

James explained the situation to Sirius-- the boring stuff, about why he needed a bodyguard-- and he didn't blink at him being bent. Either he already knew that because he followed football, he didn't care, or he cared but was a very good actor. James imagined that there was a certain amount of acting as a bodyguard, but he'd also like to think that Sirius wouldn't have accepted if it bothered him. 

James had been afraid that Sirius was going to walk slightly to the side and behind him and stay resolutely silent the whole time, but he carried a conversation alright as they walked to James's car. "I'm sure you get this all the time and you're annoyed with it, but why's your name Sirius?" 

The look on Sirius's face showed that he was very much used to the question, even though he didn't look annoyed by it. "Named after the star in Canis Major. Being named after stars is sort of a family thing." 

"Really?" James asked. He was instantly charmed. Sirius hadn't even put much effort into it, but James was head over heels after exchanging two words with him. 

"Mmhmm. My brother's Regulus, my father and great-grandfather were both Orion, and I've got a cousin named Bellatrix." 

"Wow. Your family must've been made fun of a lot when they were kids." 

Sirius snorted, and James looked at him curiously. 

"What?" 

"I wouldn't call any of us... well-behaved children. Got in a lot of fights." 

"Ah, and it led to you being a bodyguard?" 

Sirius shrugged with an easygoing smirk. "Might as well do something you're good at, right?" 

*

"It's total rubbish that they're putting McLaggen in before you," Sirius said one day after practice. 

"Right?" Then he paused. Sirius hadn't been around long enough to be so certain of that. Which meant, "I knew you were a fan. Why didn't you say anything?" 

"I didn't want to freak you out. You're dealing with enough right now that I didn't want for you to worry about your bodyguard fawning over you." 

"Aww, you fawn over me?" James asked, unable to help a pleased smile. 

"It's called knowing who the best is," Sirius said with a wink. 

*

"You don't get along with your brother?" James asked. Personally, he didn't have any siblings, but from what he understood, those relationships were often complicated. Lily, for example, cared about her sister even though-- as far as James could tell-- she was kind of an irredeemable twat that didn't seem to like Lily at all. 

Sirius shrugged. "He wants to like our parents, but now that he disagrees with them on everything, it's not easy. I keep telling him that his life would be easier if he stopped talking to them, but he feels all guilty about it." He rolled his eyes expressively. "I think he thinks that he owes them for them not being worse." 

"You both should get new parents," James said. "I volunteer my own." 

"I think you stop needing new parents when you're an adult." 

"Words that can only be spoken by someone with shite parents. Maybe you don't need parents anymore, but if Regulus is still trying to connect with them, it means he needs someone. My parents are great. Mum will probably see him smile once and then demand he come to Saturday night dinners for the next ten years." 

Sirius snickered. 

"Oh, I'm not joking," James insisted. "Lily and I haven't been together since we were eighteen, and she still comes over for dinner when she can make it." 

"Only you would be on such great terms with your ex that your parents would do that." 

"Bold of you to assume my parents wouldn't have done it whether we were on good terms or not. They blood adore her, and that didn't stop because we weren't dating anymore. I swear, they love every single friend I let them meet. If I introduced them to your brother? He wouldn't make it out of that house without them knowing his favourite dessert. He wouldn't stand a chance." 

"Maybe that's what he needs," Sirius said, sounding amused. "We'll have to set that up when this all blows over." 

*

James's first problem with Sirius had been that he was so gorgeous James couldn't think for shite. His second problem with Sirius was that he was an attractive person all around, not just in his face. Honestly, who had decided that someone should get to be that pretty and also be that funny? It wasn't fair to the rest of humanity. 

He'd never been shy, so he told Sirius that he fancied him shortly after figuring it out. Thinking a bloke was fit as hell was one thing. Actually fancying him was quite another. People were fit all the time, and James had never lost sleep over it. He knew he'd regret it if he sat around and pined after Sirius uselessly though. 

He told Sirius, and Sirius looked at him for a second, then blinked. "Erm. James, I can't- I could get fired for dating a client." 

"Right." That made sense. "I hadn't thought of that." He really hadn't thought about it, but who'd want to hire a bodyguard that had a history of hooking up with who they were protecting? Hell, the company could get looked into for solicitation if it happened often enough. If James had thought of that, he would've kept his mouth shut until the end of Sirius's employment with him. "Just... y'know, if you were interested, I'm probably not going to need a bodyguard for much longer." He'd checked back in with the admin team, and they'd said that by next year, he should be good. New information was popping up on people that James's despisers hated more, so they were starting to leave him alone. At least, that's what he'd gotten from the conversation even if it wasn't entirely accurate. 

"I know," Sirius said with half a smile. "I was there for that conversation, remember?" 

"I'd forgotten," James admitted, a little ashamed. He wasn't the best at paying attention to several things at once when he really cared about one of them more than the others. In that case, he ended up thinking about the one thing and trying desperately to pay attention to the rest. That day, he was pretty sure he'd been so focused on getting his life back to normal that he'd ignored Sirius, and even the talk about their upcoming game. 

*

"Bloody hell," Sirius said, one arm around James as he half-carried, half-guided him down the street so they could catch a cab. "I signed up to be your bodyguard, not your designated driver." Despite his complaining, he didn't sound upset, more amused. 

"You could be both," James said slowly, having to put more effort into his words than usual since he was sloshed. He preferred speaking Hindi when he was pissed; it was just easier than English. He didn't think Sirius knew Hindi though, and the only thing he wanted right now was to enjoy Sirius's company. 

Sirius laughed. "Maybe so, but I preferred just doing one." 

"Heeeey, you could do the partner thing soon." 

"I don't remember mentioning a partner thing." 

James licked his lips as he tried to remember what the phrase he'd first used was. "Designated driver. Only, instead of just dragging me to a car, we'd be getting sloshed together." 

"That does sound more fun." 

James was always talkative, but now that he was sloshed, he wasn't stopping. He really liked Sirius. He liked him for lots of reasons, but right now he liked that Sirius was encouraging him. He wasn't getting mad at James for continuing to talk all through the cab ride, or as he helped him up the stairs to his flat. "You're so wonderful," James mumbled. 

"Thanks," Sirius said with a laugh. He fished around James's pockets for his keys. James turned and rested his head on Sirius's shoulder, which did make it easier, but somehow he thought that wasn't what James had had in mind. 

"You're so pretty," he said, turning his face into Sirius's neck. 

"Thanks," he said again. "It's nice to be appreciated." 

"In all my life, I've never met someone that made me feel like you do," James said. 

"I don't know what you just said, but I'm going to assume it was complimentary." 

James nodded. He kissed Sirius's neck because it was there. "The prettiest damn thing I've ever seen." 

Sirius swallowed thickly. He didn't need to understand the language to know that whatever James said was something he would appreciate. The kiss sent tingles down his spine, and James's mouth was still resting close enough to him that Sirius could feel his breath hot against his skin. "As much as we would enjoy that, I thought we agreed to wait." 

"You're right. You're just so pretty," he whined. "It's really not fair. You should try to be less pretty; it would make my life easier." 

"You can live with it," Sirius said. He finally found the keys and put it in the door for him. He unlocked it and pushed the door open. James looked pretty comfy where he was, and it made shuffling him inside his flat a bit harder than getting him here had been. "C'mon mate, you've got to get in bed." 

"But you're not there," James said, sounding awfully petulant about it. 

Sirius chuckled. "No, but you'll get to sleep just fine without it." 

"That's what you think." 

"Love, you're drunk enough that you'll definitely pass out before the night's through." 

"Aww, you called me 'love'. No one's ever done that before." 

"Really?" 

James nodded again, but since he wasn't leaning on Sirius as heavily this time, he swayed a little. Sirius was still right next to him though, so he was able to keep him from falling over. "My last boyfriend called me 'babe' but I sort of hated it." 

"You do seem like you'd prefer the sweeter pet names. Sweetheart, things like that." 

"Feel free to call me sweetheart as much as you want." 

"I think I will. After I stop working on protecting you, that is. We've still got to wait, remember?" 

"What I remember is issuing an invitation that never got an answer." 

"I assumed you knew my answer. Or was I not obvious enough about my interest?" Sirius asked quietly. 

"I would say that subtlety passes me by," James said. "But I got it now, thanks. You sure I can't convince you to stay?" 

"Not while I'm working for you, and definitely not while you're sloshed." Sirius brought him to his room and took off his shoes when he collapsed back on the bed. "If you want to get undressed more, you're going to have to do it yourself, sweetheart," he said, then kissed James's forehead. "I'll see you tomorrow." 

*

The day for James to no longer need a bodyguard felt like it took forever, but he could grudgingly admit that it had been a good idea. None of it had been serious, but he was told-- by Sirius-- that that's because having a bodyguard was often a large deterrent. In his time as James's bodyguard, Sirius successfully intimidated several people and got physical with one. James would be lying if he said that it hadn't been hot to watch, but he also wasn't going to say that out loud-- it made him feel like he was the heroine in a teen adventure book. 

"So, do I have to take you on a date before I get to kiss you?" James asked. 

"I wouldn't want you to think I'm easy," Sirius replied with a wink. 

"You like curry? I know a good place." 

Sirius made a face. "I only like it from one restaurant, and it's all the way up in Wales." 

"Wait," James said slowly, a smile creeping across his face, "are you talking about Andi's?" 

"Yes, you know it?" 

"Bloody love it. I can't make the trip as much as I want, but if you're willing, we can definitely go up there." 

"I can think of worse things than spending time with you on the way to the best curry in the UK," Sirius said. 

*

James rented a car because it was easier than taking a cab that far, and it was definitely more private than a train-- which would only be able to take them part of the way anyhow. He wanted for them to be alone anyways, so that they could catch up on all the flirting they'd missed. Not to say that there had been a drought of flirting while Sirius was his bodyguard, but after they agreed to date when his contract was up, they'd tried to tone it down. 

They didn't have to worry about that anymore. 

The drive was okay, dinner was great, and Sirius snogged him for a bit after they got back in the car but before they drove back to London. 

"How the hell do you feel even better than you look?" James whispered, stealing another kiss. 

Sirius chuckled. "I was about to ask you the same question, love." 

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[lilikags]

Oh, To Communicate With People Who Don’t Like You

ೃ‧₊› a b o u t  t h i s  p o s t° ➮ Pairing: Kenma Kozume x fem! reader ➮ Series: Back to Me ➮ Tags: fluff, royal au, reincarnation au ➮ Part: 7 ➮ Word Count: 1649

You woke up just a couple hours before you would arrive home. The ride home was rather peaceful; nothing noteworthy happened as you were sleeping, as much as you were aware. The only thing you were concerned about was that your butt ached, from sitting in the carriage. It didn't have the best seats, you had to admit. While it was very good compared to some other ones, car chairs were definitely 1000% better, really.

When you arrived home, you were still kind of tired. Well, it was only natural, as you slept in the carriage for only a few hours. So, you went back to your room and took a nap, and you awoke in the evening.  It was just about time for dinner, and the chef had prepared (favorite food) for you, which you thoroughly enjoyed. It was a pretty calm day, and it was nice to have.

You spent the rest of the days studying and enjoying your time, doing some of both. There was definitely stuff you could touch up on better, but you didn't want to spend your time cramming again. Ya gotta live while you're young, y'know? Work hard, play hard, that kind of thing. It's important to do both, your parents would always say.

A few days after you arrived back home, you received a letter telling you that the results will be announced in a few days at the palace. So, a few days later, you went to the palace to receive your results.

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

When you arrived at the palace, you were led to a small room with exactly enough chairs for all the candidates. You were told to sit at whichever chair you wished, so you sat in the back as to not gather attention. Most of them were already there, though by all means you weren't late at all. People always liked being early, but everyone really had to be so early, huh. Many of them had small talk between themselves while waiting, but you stared out the window, watching the workers below.

Lots of interesting things happened within the workers. That was probably why gossip was so common among them. Or perhaps that was just a general hobby, you didn't know. You saw a garden worker cut his fingers on a shear, a young boy who probably was just hired. You wondered why such people were hired; wouldn't the royal family have only the best workers to maintain their property? Around the same time, a maid rushed through the diameter of the garden, seemingly in a big rush. You had no idea what that was for; she wasn't holding anything to hint at it. That would be a topic of gossip among them, for sure.

"I apologize for my lateness. Please excuse me," someone said as they entered the room. You looked towards the door, and you found Langelica there. It was very unlike her to be late; she was usually quite early to any sort of meeting or party. "Langelica, may I inquire as to why you are late?" her highness asked. "Your majesty, a fight had broken out between two of the guards by the gate; I could not stand there and watch. I had them both disciplined and they would not cause such a ruckus again. They are both in the infirmary for the day and are being taken care of. The incident has been closed," she answered. She literally had to make that more dramatic, huh.  

"You are excused," her majesty said, as she turned to face all the girls gathered in the room. "You have been called here today to discuss the results of the first stage. The top three scores have been given to: Langelica-" There was a round of applause for her, very expected. "Daphne," there was another round of applause, and she curtsied for the crowd. "and Amalia." There was a last round of applause for Amalia, and the excitement died down within seconds- or perhaps the "excitement" was all fake.

Her majesty continued, "The people I am about to list are those who have passed." All the girls listened intently, hoping to hear their names. "Asimina, Ismene, Melissa, Faye, and..." All the remaining girls looked at each other, as if saying, "It better not be your name that she calls next."

"(y/n)."

Everyone but her highness was surprised. You could practically read their minds; it was so obvious. Some had the (y/n)?! I thought she was planning to flunk the test on purpose. I thought she didn't care for the throne? What's the change of heart? face, others had the The rumors... they must've been true. But why would (y/n) ever just start trying now? Isn't that strange? look.

Her highness looked pleasantly surprised at the girls' reactions, then  moved on to the next point that all the girls who passed needed to hear, "In the next test, you will be assigned a date at which you will meet with diplomats from different countries. I have chosen them carefully, and I will send you all of those who passed a letter which describes the topic and date for the meeting. You will also be assigned partners for this stage, and you will be informed of them in the letter as well. You are dismissed."

She nodded and scanned the room for any questions, then left to attend to other things. Everyone soon started leaving too, either their dreams crushed or thinking about the next stage of the competition.

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

The day after the meeting, you received the letter. It described that your day would be in exactly one week, and the topic was the disputable western border. Your partner: Langelica. You wondered why she paired you with Langelica. Did she take pity on you? Or was she being harsh and having you compete with Langelica in the same meeting?

You didn't know, and that didn't matter. All you needed to do was pass. You sent a  letter to Langelica, asking to meet, so that you both would be on the same page when you went to the meeting. She agreed, and you met at a café in town for a lighter mood. The two of you discussed the details and some arguments you could make in favor of the kingdom.

Langelica was like the perfect student; she had basically flawless ideas on paper, and she was known for being good at public speaking. You definitely didn't have a reputation for any of those, sadly. You would probably be ignored while she debated with the delegates. Well, if it's a free carry, it's good right? If it was not, then, well, you didn't know what you would do.

After a couple of meets, the two of you decided you were alright with what you had worked out and waited for your day to come.

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

Langelica was there first, probably a couple minutes earlier. You were pretty early, and it would probably be a waste of time to be any earlier. You sat there with her and went over the details a little bit, then sat in a silence other than the sounds of tea being sipped. You looked at the clock in the corner of the room maybe a little too often, which showed your nervousness. "Lady (L/n), don't be nervous," Langelica said, and you nodded.

They were supposed to arrive at 2:30; it was 2:28 and there was no sign of the diplomats. You waited another 5 minutes; no one arrived. Then another 5 minutes, and two old men in suits came through the door.

"Welcome, diplomats of Riles," Langelica greeted. "I am Langelica of Barswald, and this is lady (f/n) of (l/n)." The two diplomats greeted the two of you as well, then the negotiation began. It was a bit more intense that you imagined. Arguing wasn't exactly your forte, but you managed. Langelica seemed to carry most of it, presenting many of her ideas she had written down earlier. They all seemed very good compromises in favor of the kingdom, while still letting Riles benefit from it a little. Still, the two old men continued to argue. They wanted it more in their favor; that was only natural. The one to back down first forfeits the upper hand in the deal.

With these strangely stubborn customers, you felt you had to help out a little. They told Langelica that she was all paper and no experience, which caught right on. Langelica froze, knowing that this hit very hard to heart. She knew everything by textbook, everything on paper, how everything should go to plan- but she didn't know how to adapt. Sure, she had several options to go with, but she still figured things had to go her way since they worked out on paper. That's where you stepped in. You started talking a bit more sense, than some fancy terms you hadn't really studied that much.

You boiled it down to the simplest thing: they wanted to extend the border to land that was "rightfully theirs", while the kingdom currently holds it. You presented the history over that land, which you had discussed with Langelica, in the most common sense possible. Instead of using strategies used by famous figures in history that you didn't understand, you thought cause and effect; if you did this, what would happen?, and you explained it. You told stories of how you thought what would happen to the people living there if they extended the borders, how they would react, etc.- you put them in the people's shoes. Human emotions are a powerful thing, and people respond to them accordingly.

With that, you and Langelica gained the upper hand in the deal and you went home after dinner. Since the palace was a bit far from both of your estates, you decided to get dinner in town, nearby the palace. You called over a carriage and the two of you found a nice restaurant and ate there. The two of you felt a bit closer now; you had seen Langelica's weaker side, and she saw a side of you no one else had seen. Langelica seemed a bit more human; you seemed more up-to-standard than others thought. There's always a side hidden from everyone else.

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A/N: Hey guys! It's Lili here haha. I put this off for like, what, 2? 3 days? Then I wrote it all today hAhA whoops. Anyways, I hoped you liked this! I would really like to hear your opinions/comments; it really warms my heart when I see someone comment <3 Of course, if you don't feel like it you don't have to of course. I love ya all!

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