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#let's not mention how long this one took to write... i've still got one request in the askbox which i'm hoping will take less time
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love🥺🫶🏻I click at my notification so fast when I saw your posting again adfkgk you have no idea how much I like your writing! also I'm new to your blog but if anyone trying to hurt you I'm......going to give them a really bad time... 😤💪//hj
Anyway 🥺🫶🏻🫶🏻can I request a reaction of wrio and neuvillette with a darling who has a habit of looking at the price on menus...like why worry your silly little head? when you're with them those silly little numbers mean nothing. it's one of your habit that's hard to let go but he find them really cute so it's okay!
Awwww thank you so much, dear!!!! You'll be happy to know that I've got nothing but love on here which I'm so so grateful for ♡ but I appreciate you so much for your protection ♡
And what a lovely idea!! This is so something I struggle with so it was interesting to write about and imagine what our favorite boys would say!! I hope you like it ♡
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✧˖° you're worth all the mora in the world⋆.˚✧
Wriothesley & Neuvillette x gn!reader (separate) II fluff!
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"You're not allowed to order water."
"Wriothesley..."
He slides the drink menu over to you with a stern, "Pick one."
"...but I don't need—"
"It's not about needing. I took you out to spoil and indulge you, don't deny me that pleasure."
You've been dating Wriothesley long enough for him to find your cautiousness when it comes to his funds an issue.
On the first few dates you two shared, though he'd rather have pampered you with lavish meals and treats, he decided to look the other way when it came to how you'd always miraculously choose the most inexpensive dishes on the menu.
"I guess that's only polite...", he reasoned with himself, weighing whether or not he should mention to you that money was not a problem for him; but eventually, he thought it better to just give you time.
"Once we get more comfortable, it'll change."
And once you two did get comfortable, and he found that your behavior, in fact, did not change, his patience wore thin.
Why were you still so uncomfortable with him? It was almost an insult that you thought so little of him to assume he'd find paying for you a burden.
So, he takes to ordering for you. He knows what you like, and he knows if he lets you choose for yourself, the price will play a factor into what you order—even subconsciously.
Until you start choosing the most expensive meals on the menu, you're not allowed to make objections or requests without grounds like allergies or dislikes; which you won't have, because he knows you too well by now.
If you try to lie and tell him you don't like something he's picked for you, you will fail. Miserably, so.
"I don't like crab.", you argue—peeking over your menu at him in an attempt to hide your tells that he's become much too familiar with. He could read you like a book, and you have no idea how he's gained so much expertise in the field of you.
"Uh huh, sure, doll.", he doesn't even look at you, his attention on the waiter as he orders. "That one—", he says, flicking his finger to point at you, "is going to have golden crab.".
"And the crab will be market-priced. Will that be all right with you, sir?", the waiter feels the need to confirm, as market-priced foods are often quite expensive.
You jump in, "How mu—"
"That's fine.", Wriothesley interjects, giving you a stern look as he plucks the menu from your hands, revealing your red cheeks (a symptom of your fibbing), and passes it to the waiter before handing him his own. He doesn't need to hear the price, it's just a number, and you're worth more than all the mora in his bank account. No matter how ardently you can try to protest, he's committed to giving you what he knows you want—even if you hesitate to ask for it.
And watching from across the table how your eyes glimmer and beautiful cheeks turn rosy pink as the opulent flavors hit your tongue is more than enough compensation for him to recieve in return.
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Neuvillette finds your financial prudence to be a quality of yours he actually quite admires. Too often, he sees thoughtless individuals land themselves in his court with grave, unsettled debts due to gambling or overspending, so your conscientiousness is to be commended!
However, when he is the one footing the bill, he sees no logical need for you to apply this virtue. He knows what he can afford, so you need not worry about it; and to see that telltale crease between your eyebrows as you worry yourself over what to choose on a menu with nothing priced less than ˙✧12500 mora, simply crushes him.
He can never sit right with himself when you have that anxious look on your face, it makes him feel like he’s failing as your partner. And over something so small as a handful of mora! He finds it necessary to talk you through the logic of the situation rather than your—for lack of better word—illogical fixation on a metaphysical number.
“Sweetheart,”, he calls in that soothing, deep vibration of his voice that feels like resting in the coolest, calmest waters of Fontaine, “I am the Chief Justice of Fontaine; as such, I’ve been entrusted to oversee both criminal and civil trials due to my ability to apply sound judgement to otherwise complex situations, unrivaled by anyone else in the nation.”
“…”, you sit quietly with your hands in your lap and blink at him, tongue-tied as his explanation begins to make perfect sense.
“…don’t you think I would have the discernment to manage my own finances?”, he concludes, hammering his claim into you with one last strike.
You have no rebuttal. He’s pinned you so effortlessly, it’s embarrassing. Sometimes, it’s a challenge to date a man with such vast practice in rhetorical argument.
Your worries being soothed with such tact actually makes you quite flustered, your cheeks and nose turning a soft shade of red as you pout in defeat.
The way your expression graduated from nervous to sheepish with just a few sentences of reasoning makes him chuckle, reaching out to lift your chin with the knuckle of his index finger with a cheery, but reserved smile on his face.
“Darling, I’ve brought you out tonight to spoil you. Do me the honor of having some fun while we’re here? There’s nothing more I want right now than to see your beautiful smile.”
You find it’s impossible to hold back the simper that blooms on your face from that remark, to which he smirks with pride.
This was the most fulfilling trial he’s held in a century.
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amaranthineghost · 4 months
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| I CANT HELP BUT PUSH YOU AWAY, MY DEAR. SELF SABOTAGE IS ALL I KNOW ( lando norris. ) |
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ꕥ pairing: lando x reader
ꕥ summary: feeling loved is foreign to her, she wants to self sabotage, but he won't let her.
ꕥ authors note: I enjoyed this too much, probably one of my favorites I've written, not requested. side note, this will probably be the last thing i write because i work like 20 hours this weekend (including friday) plus another 15 hours next week(not including sunday) so i'll be busy with work and school, but i'll try my best to get some writing done. I suspect i'll be working more because of christmas being close, but we'll see! thanks for all the support <3
if anyone has any christmas requests for any driver, PLEASE i would love to write it :3
ꕥ warnings: mentions of anxiety and overthinking and everything that comes with it, as well as struggles eating caused by anxiety, partially unrevised.
GIVING LOVE WAS EASY. receiving it felt too good to be true. giving love was easy when she'd spent her entire adolescence handing it out like a warm beverage on a cold day. it was always up for grabs, and people always wanted to take it for granted.
the idea of love was something she'd daydream about daily, craving it in a way she didn't believed she deserved. giving her love away was easy because she had lots to give. she'd trust easily, but not at the same time. she'd give her heart, but not her mind and that's how she'd end up hurting.
she longed to be loved. she swore every single love language was hers, but she'd realize how often she'd crave a single touch from the man she wanted. physical touch was always the one she longed for.
love was hard to believe. she was surrounded by it, but she never had it on the level others had.
she longed to be loved, but could she handle being loved? she knew she couldn't from past, failed relationships that failed because of her. because all it took was one relationship to break her trust for the rest to follow.
it was hard to trust that relationship to begin with, anxiety ate her away with every waking moment. she didn't believe she deserved to receive love in return of giving hers away. countless times her friends told her that he didn't deserve the love she gave him, it was best that she found out who he really was, but it destroyed her.
because now when any man showed any slight interest in her, she'd recede with heaps of anxiety.
growing up, from a kid to a teenager, she was never told she was pretty or attractive. she never had the attention from the right guys to make her feel it too. she knew she didn't need guys to tell her things to make her feel better, but she wanted them to. she'd watch her friends find solid relationships, or go between guys. she couldn't find one.
it solidified her belief that maybe she wasn't deserving. being loved was so foreign to her, she didn't know how it felt to be loved in the right way.
after all, all she knew was heartbreak and self-sabotage.
when she'd finally found her first relationship, she'd swallow the looming anxiety that bubbled in the pit of her stomach. because someone wanted to be with her. she'd give them all her heart, she'd give them her trust.
but a relationship laced with infidelity was bound to burn. and so it did. it set a fire greater than she could've put out by herself. because deep inside, it still burned in her heart. it ruined her. now she couldn't comprehend the idea of trusting someone on such a level as a relationship. being genuinely loved by someone other than herself, but even she couldn't. she didn't deserve it. because what others couldn't see in her, she couldn't see in herself.
every other 'relationship' that followed failed. they burned before they even got a chance to ignite into something else. something good, and or something bad.
because she'd never let them get close enough to have her trust. she wasn't the type to easily communicate her feelings towards another individual, pushing it into the deepest depths of her heart and mind. for her and her only.
growing up, her feelings were often stepped on or put out. she'd get called a cry baby, or no one would even care to listen. it's one of the reasons her self sabotages work so well.
she wouldn't communicate, a key component to the formula for a relationship. because what goods a relationship that you know nothing about. what goods a relationship that she's miserable in because she's too scared and untrusting to let someone through to her heart again.
it was a miracle she even managed to date him, let alone meet him in the first place. he was famous, she was her. one of the reasons she didn't think the relationship was going to go as far as it did.
because she'd constantly compare herself to his former lovers. pretty models with perfect features, famous like him.
but the attraction between the two was undeniable, even she had to admit. when they'd lock eyes for the first time, she felt that same anxiety. she always felt it when faced with anything that could be more than just a friendship. but he was different because not only was the feeling of anxiety present, the feeling of wanting more, longing.
though with every notification, she found herself praying it wasn't him, not because she didn't like him because dear god, he was probably the most attractive man she's ever seen. but because she didn't know how to talk to someone with the intention of being more than friends.
it was so vastly different than if she was texting to become friends. she couldn't imagine going from barely knowing each other, to hanging out, to dating.
because it meant she had to trust the person. she'd have to trust herself, and she didn't know if she could handle it.
she found herself struggling to reply within a message that didn't seem too dry, but not giving her burning heart away like charity. she was never good at it.
but when random texts throughout the day turned to late night conversations over the phone, to falling asleep on facetime calls, she knew she was in too deep.
especially when they'd hung out for the first time. they had a magnetic energy pulling one another together, like they couldn't and wouldn't be separated. neither of them wanted to.
but she didn't know what to tell him. she didn't know how to express her feelings when she's forced herself to keep quiet for as long as she can remember. she didn't know how to tell him she needed words of reassurance because her anxiety was her mortal enemy.
it wasn't like she couldn't trust him, she knew she could. but her mind made every possible way that he couldn't be trusted by her. it was always in her thoughts.
self sabotage seemed like the better alternative than spilling her heart and hurt to him, or overthinking every way that this would be a bad thing because there's no way he could be good to her.
when the days of anxiety got particularly worse after they'd started dating, he'd notice the times when she'd shy from his touch. he noticed her lips more irritated than usual from the consistent biting, or how short her nails became. how little she ate, and how much she'd pick at her food, pushing it around the plate till it got cold.
days like those, he did what he could with what he knew, which seemed like nothing. but he'd never fail to say something that he'd hoped would make her feel better.
and it did, at least a little.
as she laid on her back in his bed, her eyes stared into the dark of his room. her stomach rolled with the nauseous feeling that came with her anxiety, and biting her lip became a routine. her head turned to see the back of his. lando's curly hair, the chain around his neck, his bare shoulders and back. a sight to see, especially in the dark.
she'd spent countless nights awake long after he falls asleep, each time she'd carefully reach for his phone. she knew it was wrong, but she needed reassurance, and she didn't want to ask for it. but his phone was password protected, something she was too scared to even hint at.
so it became a routine. stay up well past when he'd fallen asleep, slipping his phone in her hand and simply trying a few passcodes she could think of that might work. to no avail, she'd place the phone right back, trying to make it seem like it never moved.
his phone had face id, she knew but it always seemed too risky, even for her. but she was desperate. she needed to know even when in her heart, she knew there wasn't a chance of infidelity. but her heart was charred and still in flames, so it wasn't enough.
she'd hold his phone in her hand, sliding across the cold phone case that'd matched hers. her heart beat in her chest as she slowly turned closer.
her body loomed over his, her arm snaking in front of his tired face, desperately trying for face id. she knew it'd be too dark, but this was the only time she'd actually try something. she saw the screen illuminate his face slightly, but not enough.
" 'm password's your birthday," his words slurred because of his tiredness, but nonetheless she heard him and she froze. he knew she'd been trying to get into his phone? for how long?
her mouth was dropped open and she slowly retreated the phone, though the rest of her body in shock. her feelings were conflicting. it never occurred to her that his password would be about her. because in her mind, she wasn't important enough for that.
with her breath held, sweaty palms and shaky hands, her fingers danced across the number pad, entering the date.
it worked, her eyes flickering back to him. the fact he was so willing was already enough to calm her because if it was any of her past situationships, she'd be sure they wouldn't be so forgiving if they found her with their phone. it was a deal breaker in the past.
but the way he just didn't care was nearly enough for her. at this point, she just wanted a peak, and that's all she did.
when she reassured her heart, she'd slid his phone back on his bedside table. she laid back down on her side, thoughts running through her mind at a million miles. she turned to him once again, slipping her arms around his midsection. she felt the warmth of his back spread across her chest, pressing her cheek against his skin and fluttering her eyes shut. for so long, she'd craved touch, being held by someone she was in love with.
she'd remember the last feeling she felt before slipping into a warm slumber, the sensation of his smooth and callused hand around her wrist, his thumb caressing her skin softly. she'd smirk against his back.
when morning came, she didn't know what to expect. most of the time, she wouldn't even make it through the night before she was kicked out, forced to go back home. because to them, it was much easier to force her out than to have a conversation with her. she didn't know which one she'd prefer though.
because what she didn't expect was waking up to the sun in her face, leaking through the curtains and spilling across the bed. she'd found her way to the other side of his bed, lying on her stomach with his arm across her back. her hands found their way to his wrist, feeling the multitude of bracelets between her fingers. she examined the difference between them, the fancy designers to handmade ones from his fans.
though mostly silver, there was an odd gold one that stood out, it caught her attention. the corners of her lips twitched into a smile as she separated it from the rest on his wrist. though it was mostly a simple thin chain, it had a bar with the designer name on it. she'd liked it. it was simple and pretty.
she heard the bed rustle next to her, she dropped the bracelet back down on his wrist, her head turning to watch him go from lying on his stomach to pressing his chest against her back. though his eyes still closed, he'd press his face into her neck tiredly. the hand that she'd played with grabbed hers while his other arm snaked around her shoulder and across her chest.
"you can have it, if you want," he muttered against her skin, sending chills down her spine and vibrations through her skin as she inhaled sharply. she watched him bring his hands close together, unclasping the simple bracelet.
"you don't have to, lando-" she stuttered, assuring him it was fine, but he was stubborn. he'd shush her, lifting his head to find her wrist as he'd place it around it.
" 'ts fine," he told her, "pretty girls should have pretty bracelets," he whispered against her shoulder, his lips lingering on her skin. he'd tuck the loose strands of her hair behind her ear. she felt his breath against her, shuddering.
"are you sure?" she questioned, her voice barely above a whisper when she'd look into his green eyes, watching how his pupils change size. she now laid facing him with her arm under her, supporting her weight.
she was scared it was some sort of bribe, that he'd ask her to do something in return, or that it'd be a thing to use for her to overlook something he'd done.
he nodded, studying every feature of her face. every mole, freckle and blemish, every lash on her eyelid, noticing how some crossed over the other.
"y'know we need to talk, yeah?" his tone was gentle, the rasp of his morning voice melted her brain. her heart paused, her eyes dancing across his face as he waited for an answer. his head tilted to the side.
she brought her hand to her face, biting at the flesh around her nails nervously. she felt anxiety creep over her body, tummy churning with unease. she just nodded back, unknowing of what to say.
" 'm not mad, love," he brought his hand to her face, the pads of his fingers running across her cheek, slipping into her hair, "jus' want to know what's goin' on."
the way his voice was so warm and inviting, with the slight rasp in his throat, causing a dip in his voice with every hushed word he spoke, it caused shivers across her body.
her lips parted, but no words left her throat. she pursed them together before thinking of what to say. she'd whisper back to him, "I jus' don't know how to tell you."
his head tilted even more, feeling his fingers scratch her scalp softly, "tell me what?"
"how I feel."
he felt a pang in his heart as he heard her words, the hurt laced into her voice as she watched his face closely, "how do you feel?"
she hesitated, looking at her hand nervously, finicking with the new bracelet on her wrist when he'd carefully push her chin up to meet his face.
she sighed, biting her cheek, "I feel," she started, "like I don't deserve to be loved."
she'd watch his eyes soften at her words, the expression on his face growing sadder the more he processed what she said.
he shook his head, "you do deserve it, darling, m'kay?" he leaned closer, his forehead against her, "I don't know how many times I'll need to say it for you, but I will because it's true."
his words sunk into her skin, her mind, her heart still set afire all these years later. she couldn't extinguish it by herself, but he could.
the fire that burned in her heart started to diminish with every word, with every sentence of affirmation from him. it told her she could spill her guts to him and he'd be there to simply listen. she needed that so desperately.
"I'll tell you anything you want to hear," he sat up more on the bed, his head stretching above hers, "but we need to work together on this." his hand pulled from her hair and lined across her jaw.
she nodded, sighing softly as she looked up at him with half-lidded eyes, her tongue gliding across her cracked lips with a stinging pain.
"I jus' get really anxious, and then I start to overthink," she started so easily and without realizing, she couldn't stop.
she'd spill all her trust on him and he'd pick it up and lock it safely with him. because he'd die than betray her trust, after they'd worked so hard to make this work.
he'd see the fire ablaze in her heart and body and put it out in a matter of a few words when it took her years to even lessen the hurt.
he'd restore her charred heart, picking away at the blackness that plagued it. picking her mind apart from the bad and making her realize what she needed all along.
he put out her fire.
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irisintheafterglow · 5 months
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if he's a ghost, then I can be a phantom
summary: the strawhats are summoned back to baratie so sanji can cook for a high-class diner. they can't figure out why zoro is so nervous. (opla!zoro x you)
wc: 2k
cw/tags: swearing, mentions of food and eating, established relationship, pet names (sweetheart, doll, lover, pretty), spoilers if you squint, sanji being himself and zoro having absolutely none of it
note: this was requested by an anon a few weeks ago and i finally got around to writing it!! every time i write for zoro, i have a new favorite fic i've made because he's just so fun to write for. hope you enjoy!!
likes, reblogs, and replies are always appreciated <3
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“You know, they’re a lot hotter in person.”
“Shut your mouth, waiter, or I’ll skewer it closed,” he mutters with palpable distaste. Another swig of rum burns down his throat and, for the first time that the crew can remember, Zoro seemed nervous. It wasn’t obvious, but they’d sailed long enough to know that he never stopped surveying a room for threats, no matter how familiar he was with it. Today, though, the only thing that took his attention was the rim of his glass and he was subtly avoiding the eyes of the crew’s target. “This is the dumbest idea you’ve had in a long time.” 
“Thank you for your input, Zoro. I will, however, be belaying it,” his captain replies brightly, unfazed by the blank expression of his first mate. The uneasy faces of his crew only makes him beam more, giddily excited for the anticipated challenge. “C’mon, guys. We’ll be fine. They just need to see how awesome we are and they’ll totally give us a new sail!”
“Loud, loud, too loud,” Zoro warns in response to the increasing volume of Luffy’s voice. They were already causing enough of a scene, as is, and he damn sure didn’t want other guests looking in their direction. To make matters worse, the amount of alcohol in the table’s bottle was dwindling too quickly for comfort. 
“Hey, if we’re lucky,” Usopp offers, “we might just get a whole ship. You know, maybe one that Captain Usopp can command as the second ship in the Straw Hat fleet.”
“You think we’ll get a whole fleet?”
“Hell yeah. Maybe, we can all captain our own ships–”
“Alright, let’s get our heads out of the clouds,” Nami cuts in. “We still need to figure out how we’re going to get over there, in the first place. And just for the record, I’m with Zoro on this one.” 
“First time for everything,” he deadpans. She smartly elects to ignore his sarcasm and continues to argue why the plan is a bad idea. The call from Zeff came at an opportune time and during an unfortunate situation when the Merry sailed straight into a torrential thunderstorm that ripped the main sail clean down the middle. Despite their best efforts to patch it up, it was beyond repair; with the Marines constantly on their tail, having a working sail was a matter of survival. Zeff’s reluctant summons for Sanji to cook for a special guest provided a means to buy a new sail and have a little extra spending money. But, in his wildest dreams, Zoro could not have predicted that the special guest was you. The smug look on the chef’s face snaps him out of his thoughts. “Shouldn’t you be in the kitchen, waiter?”
“Shouldn’t you be downing the rest of this bottle, drunk?”
“I’ll smash this damn bottle on your head, I swear–”
“No, no. Zoro has a point,” Luffy agrees. Sanji gives him an odd look and he quickly realizes what his statement insinuated. “Not about smashing the bottle on your head. We need you to bring them your food so then I can go over and talk with them.”
“You don’t think I can charm them on my own?” 
“Don’t look so aghast, blondie,” Zoro answers and receives a knife-sharp glare in response. “This is not someone who will entertain your theatrics.”
“How would you know anything about them, hmm? I believe you’re a little too dead inside for their liking,” Sanji baits and Zoro’s on the verge of biting before Nami steps in again. 
“Sanji, get in the kitchen. Let’s just get the money and get out of here.” Zoro silently thanks her in his head for effectively ridding the chef of the table for the time being. His gratitude turns into a grimace when she turns to him expectantly. “You’re gonna hate me for asking–”
“Then don’t ask,” he finishes. She doesn’t relent. 
“How do you know them? It seems like you’re nervous about being here, but we’ve never met them before as a crew.” Hitting the damn nail on the head. “So, you must’ve met them when you were still hunting down pirates. Am I right?” He grumbles an unreadable response, but the slightly pink shade of his face tells the table everything they need to know. “You’re terrible at covering up secrets.”
“I don’t remember asking.”
“Ah, you’ve got him on the run, now. He’s deflecting,” Usopp chuckles, immediately shutting up when Zoro shoots him a deadly scowl. He hated that all of them were right and would never admit it to save his life. After all this time, seeing you still made his heart rate skyrocket and cause his hands to clam up with boyish nervousness. You were just as beautiful as the last time he saw you, instances that were too few and far between for his own liking. Your father would have a fit if he saw you in such an unregulated environment as Baratie, but he knew that you were safe. As long as you breathed the same oxygen, he vowed no harm would come to you. 
“I met them when I first started hunting,” he admits and the words felt wrong on his tongue. Every nerve in his body was telling him to stop revealing his relationship to you. It didn’t matter if he’d almost died surrounded by his crew; his connection to you was sacred and something he was going to take to his grave. It was mostly for your safety, the late-night sneaking out and stolen displays of affection. In another life, he wouldn’t have to hide you from other hunters that wanted to see him fall. “Their father is a captain in the Marines. When I first met them, they were training with Mihawk. Their father wanted them to be the most feared Marine in the seas.” The jaws of his friends fell to the table and he knew how wild it sounded, a legacy Marine trained by a pirate lord. “But, Mihawk taught them more tricks than just swordfighting and their father fired him on the spot.”
“He taught them sympathy for pirates,” Nami concludes and he nods. “Why are you so shifty around them?” He shrugs half-heartedly and tries to make it look like his face wasn’t on fire.
“Just haven’t seen them in a while,” he states, zeroing in on the blonde asshole waltzing to you with a plate. Your surrounding guards stiffen, hands flying to the weapons at their belts. You, however, roll your eyes and tell them to stand down. He knew you hated going out with security because they were always watching, watching, watching. “Eyes up. The waiter’s making a move.” 
A strange sense of nausea washes over him as he watches you smile politely at Sanji, laughing softly at his jokes and kindly nodding as he explains the dish to you. You trust them, Zoro keeps telling himself. That waiter doesn’t stand a fucking chance. All the reassurances don’t stop his gut from churning when Sanji does his signature lean-down-and-whisper-suggestively into your ear. To his surprise, however, you don’t immediately meet the chef’s eyes. Your attention flicks to Zoro, instead, with a look that he knows all too well. 
Please get me out of this. 
Despite the protests of the table, he’s standing in an instant and walking with his hands on his swords like your guards didn’t even exist. His sight becomes tunnel-vision on nothing but you and he bypasses your guards with ease. Your shoulders relax when he stations himself protectively behind you, much to the confusion of the chef in front of you. As subtle as he can, he rests his hand on the back of your chair, inching closer until he’s just barely touching your shoulder. It’s small, but speaks wonders for his presence. 
“Zoro,” you murmur without looking up, your fingertips brushing against his knuckles. Your touch on his skin after so much time away feels electric.
“Hey, sweetheart.” Sanji stiffens at the term of endearment so easily leaving Zoro’s mouth and you can sense the boost it does for his ego. “Whatcha got there?”
“My new friend was just telling me about the dish he made. He said he crafted it especially for me, with his own hands,” you inform him with a sly sparkle in your eye. His jaw clenches unconsciously. You knew exactly what was going on in Zoro’s mind and he knew it, too. “Apparently, he can work wonders with his hands,” you remark casually and you can hear the chair crack under the force of the swordsman’s hand gripping it. To your delight, Sanji’s face has also taken on a slightly darker shade of red at how crassly you echo his suggestion. And in front of his rival, no less.
“Was he, now?” His tone is lethal and it sends goosebumps up your arms. “Well, it best be time for him to get back in the kitchen, no?”
“Mmm, but he said he had a proposal for me–”
“I had one for you too, though I did ask you in a much finer establishment than this one.” You can’t help the smirk that spreads on your face and you have to look to the side to keep from laughing aloud. Zoro’s jealousy was rearing a very indignant head; you’d be lying if you said you didn’t find it a little hot. “Got that stone on your left hand to prove it.” Sanji’s eyes darted to the band wrapped around your finger, a ring that looked suspiciously like the one hanging from a chain around Zoro’s neck. “Give us some time alone, yeah?” His question becomes rhetorical as he pulls out a chair next to you and tugs your seat closer until you can cross your leg across his. His palm rests possessively over your thigh and the chef gapes for a few moments more before turning back to the kitchen. 
“That goes for all of you, please,” you order your guards without looking at them, absentmindedly tracing Zoro’s jawline with the back of your pointer finger. “Take my bag and buy however many drinks you want. I’m safe,” you state with absolute certainty. Once they’re gone, all you see, feel, and know is him.
“Hi,” he breathes.
“Hi,” you smile just as softly. “What’re you doing in a place like this?”
“I can ask you the same question, pretty.” His eyes shine with nothing but adoration. You forgot just how much you missed him.
“Took a detour to prolong my time at sea. I didn’t want to go home just yet.”
“Your old man’s being an ass again?”
“You know how he is,” you reply. “Why are you here?”
“Believe it or not, that blonde shithead is my crewmate. We’re here to get some extra Berry for a new sail.”
“Sail, hmm? I always knew you had a little pirate in you,” you tease and he sticks his tongue out immaturely. “Heard you fought my esteemed mentor. I don’t know what the hell you were thinking.”
“You don’t think I can beat him?”
“I don’t think I can fathom what will happen if you don’t,” you say quietly, swallowing a lump in your throat. “Don’t do any dumb shit, okay?”
“You’re acting as if I’m already leaving you again.” 
“Aren’t you?” Your smile is sad and it makes his chest ache. When he beat Mihawk and killed your bastard father, he was going to give you the life that you deserved. 
“Not yet,” he promises. “I don’t wanna go yet.”
“I don’t want you to go, either. How much do you need for that sail?” He gives you a number and you don’t even blink. You just nod and reach into your coin purse, fishing around and deciding to just give him the entire pouch. “Will that cover it?”
“Doll–”
“It’s a yes or no question, husband,” you say with lighthearted sternness. He shakes his head in exasperation but can’t hide the grin painting his features. 
“Yes, lover. It’s more than enough.” He presses a kiss to your forehead and you hum in contentment. “Thank you, sweetheart.”
“Of course. D’you mind introducing me to the rest of your crew besides the flirty waiter?”
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🥭 : teeheeheehee author here, I've been having major Francis brainrot so now I gotta show the world :3 (I can now proudly call myself one of the first few people to write a Francis X reader)
Genre: Fluff
Pairing: Francis Mosses/Milkman x DDD! Gen! Reader
Other: some swearing, shit talking, mentions of injuries, reader is using crutches (caused by the injuries), reference to the red handed doppelganger.
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It had been a long day at work, there were more doppelgangers than usual and it really took a toll on you. A doppelganger even started, about how all this was useless and blah blah blah they'd win anyway. It even fought back, and boy did it put on a fight.
You limped on your bandaged leg as you mainly used your crutches to walk, not your first time to have been injured so badly you had to use crutches. You sighed exhaustedly and you imagined your Husband lightly reprimanding you for being so careless once he got home, you quickly brushed that thought away and went back to focusing on getting home.
As you got to the door man's window, you painstakingly take out your ID and entrance request, the Doorman raised a worried eyebrow at your state.
"Bad day at work?" She asked while examining your ID and entrance request.
"Tell me about it." You only sighed and leaned on the small counter Infront of the window to give your (working) leg a break.
"Everything seems good..." She murmured, "you're good to go."
"Thanks." You thanked her and started walking.
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You made your way to your shared apartment, letting out a sigh of relief as you jammed the key into the keyhole, twisting to doorknob.
Imagine the shock as your eyes land on your Husband sitting on the couch watching TV, he's usually home late in the afternoon. His head turns to look at you with a slight glimmer in his tired eyes.
You smile softly as he makes his way towards you at the doorway, making notice of your crutches and bandaged leg. The cuts, scratches, and dirt on your clothes and skin didn't go unnoticed either.
"What happened this time..?" Francis asked worriedly. Guiding you to the bathroom to change.
You took your dirtied shirt off as Francis looked away blushing slightly, making his way to the bedroom to get you some clothes.
He arrived soon, still looking away until you gently turned his face to meet you.
Sighing exasperatedly, you softly kissed him on the nose while taking the clothes from his hands, smiling tenderly as you see the ring on his finger.
"I'll tell you after I'm done, thank you Fran."
He simply hummed and looked you up and down, making you smile as a blush tinted your cheeks.
you had a hard time taking your pants and bandages off, that's when you noticed Francis still looking at you, leaning on the doorway with a concerned look on his face.
"Do you... Need any help?" He spoke up, standing up straight and rubbing the back of his neck.
Your eyes softened as you nodded. He made his way over to you to help you stand up, taking care in taking off the rest of your clothing.
His eyes roamed your body, growing more anxious as he takes note of every single scratch and cut. Meanwhile you were nearly falling asleep from his hands gingerly tending to you.
You only woke up from your half asleep state when you heard him speak again.
"Why don't you take a break for a day?" Asked as he turned you around to peck you on the lips, setting you down on the bathtub as he twisted the handle. Checking the temperature and adjusting it according to your liking.
You, once again dozing off. Absentmindedly muttered your answer.
"I should be asking you that." You chuckled softly, turning to look at Francis as he took off his clothes to join you. "Looking good Fran." He blushed.
He scoffed light heartedly as he took a seat behind you so in that way you were sat right in-between his legs with your back facing him.
"Seriously though, you've almost worried me to death. I can't handle seeing you like this, all..." He gestured to your leg as he sighed, applying a good amount of shampoo into your hair and massaging it into your scalp.
"Mmm, don't worry. I've been put on leave for a few weeks. Besides, This isn't the worst I've ever been." You leaned back into him, relishing the touch.
"Why didn't they just send you to stay at the hospital anyway? You would've been better there."
"Because I requested to be sent home, sweetie. I wasn't gonna spend two weeks at the hospital when I could be fine at home."
He washed off your hair and started applying the conditioner, "that's sweet, darling. But you really need to be more careful next time." He kissed the crook of your neck, enjoying the shiver that came from you.
"Hey it's not my fault my job is dangerous." You crossed your arms and exhaled.
"It kinda is, you applied for it after all."
"Fair enough."
He washed the conditioner off then dried your hair using the towels, helping you get out the Bathtub and handing you the towel to wrap yourself in. Doing the same for himself with another towel.
He walked to the bedroom to get himself clothes while you changed in the bathroom with the prepared clothes.
He returned soon after to help you out on the remaining clothes, wrapping some fresh bandages around your wounded leg. Also making sure to compliment your "Magical Ass" along the way.
you two made your way to the bedroom to rest, you immediately flopped down onto the bed which worried Francis. He had barely ever seen you this tired, he was exhausted himself but he can't imagine how tiring your day must've been to have completely drained you of energy.
"You gonna come over here or nah?" You snapped him out of his thoughts. he unfurrowed his eyebrows, not knowing he even did so. Mumbling a quick "sorry" before getting into bed with you.
You immediately grab him and snuggle him much like a child would sleep with their plushie. Despite being injured and all, you we're still very strong. As expected from the lead officer of DDD. he laughed through his nose as he turned to look at you and smiled softly. Kissing your forehead.
"Mind telling me what happened now?" He said, wrapping his arms around you to pull you impossibly closer. Burying his head into your chest. (Y'all can't tell me he ain't a chest man)
You sighed, recounting the events of today.
"We were called for another extermination, thought nothing of it until the stupid thing started talking about how this was useless and they'd just end up 'victorious' anyway." You hugged Francis tighter, letting out a huff of frustration as he hummed to let you know he was listening.
"It ended up getting it's hands on a piece of broken glass and I'm sure you can tell what happened next." You gestured to your leg.
"We called for backup a buncha times but they refused to send more people because apparently I'm a veteran officer and that somehow means everything is fine."
You yawned as you mumbled the last sentence. "Can you believe it Fran?"
"Sounds like the higher ups were being a dick." He replied, enjoying the sensation of your fingers drawing circles and shapes on his back.
"They were." You kissed the top of his head, Francis returned the favour by looking up and kissing the tip of your nose.
"Enough about my day, what about yours?"
Francis hummed, "yknow just the usual, Mara being the massive stick up my ass."
Mara, or Maratha. Was a daily customer Francis wouldn't mind losing, she was really a stinky old bitch, always complaining about nothing and everything at the same time. One of her usual complaints being that "the milk was more watered down than usual!".
"I don't even know why she's saying it to me as if I'm the one milking the cows, I'm just the one delivering it. Say it to my boss why don't ya?"
You snorted, "normal Mara behaviour."
"Normal Mara behaviour." He sighed. "And, there was this girl in that newly renovated building across the road who tried hitting on me?"
"What..?"
"Yeah, i don't even know her name. Told her I was married too but she wouldn't back off. She said something along the lines of 'marriages don't even last long. watch, she'll leave you in a few years.'. " He visibly cringed at the memory.
You laughed at his facial expression, "just because your parents are split doesn't mean others will too."
Francis started laughing with you, wrinkles forming at the edge of his tired eyes. "She didn't even buy milk, saying how they were 'putting microchips and chemicals into the milk.', ridiculous."
As the laughing died down, a comfortable silence settled in the air. Only the sound of your breaths and the occasional beep of a car, the sound of your heartbeat and rustling of the the trees outside.
If only it could stay this way forever, unfortunately though you may not have work, Francis does.
"What a shame, huh? I asked to get sent home instead of the hospital just for you to be at work most of the day. To think there's even some girl hitting on you while I'm not there." You said, eyes slowly closing.
"Mhm, I'll try and ask my boss for a day off tomorrow." He started dozing off, "and if he refuses Ill just put you on the phone."
You smiled triumphantly as you remember that time you had a meeting with his boss.
He looked so Nervous in agreeing for a day off for your husband that it made you wonder what would've been the outcome of you weren't a DDD officer.
"He'll have to accept then huh? Unless he wants to discuss the matter face to face with totally amazing and wonderful me." You joked sarcastically
Francis laughed through his nose, "you got that right dear." he smiled, eyes closed. "Hey, honey?"
"Yes Fran?" You whispered.
"I love you." He slurred, finally falling asleep.
"I love you more." You gave him one last kiss on the head before turning off the lamp and joining him in Dreamland.
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Should I make a part two?
A/N: eat up pookies
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Hello! First of all, congrats for your 200 followers ❤️✨. Great job!
Second? I wanna request
8+ 19 in patching up wounds prompt with Nanami ❤️🤭
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"Don't go to work today" + "I've got you" + Patching up wounds x Nanami Kento
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Words: 3.4k words
Warnings: Some angst, established relationships, mentions of wounds, bruises and stitches, very soft Nanami. If I missed anything, let me know!
A/N: Aaaaaa thank you so much Tarja! It makes me super happy that you decided to request, you know I'm a huuuge fan of your stuff!
This was an entry for my 200 Follower Event, which is still ongoing, so you can request something, if you'd like!
I wrote this in practically one sitting because it was hurting my heart. I knew exactly what to do when I saw the prompts you picked (and I think your choice was quite deliberate as well hahaha!) and I wanted to deliver the best thing ever. It's a bit short, but I just knew if I were to extend myself, we'd end up with a whole novel and I'd get carried away.
Without much further ado, I hope you all enjoy this! I had a blast writing it - I want to hug this man and never let him go! <3
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Nanami’s tired sigh signalled his arrival home.
Instinctively, you got up from your spot on the couch and made your way towards him. And the vision before you shocked you to hell and back.
There’s blood all over his clothes; his once white shirt was now tainted a dozen crimson shades, and he was holding onto his stomach as he walked.
You looked at him, at his calm and collected demeanour, at the way his lips pressed into a tight line and his eyes took you in. A sigh of relief left his lips and he all but collapsed on top of you, burying his face on your hair.
“Hey – hey, careful now,” you mumbled, holding onto him tightly but still making sure he wouldn’t fall. “You’re – you’re injured. Kento, what happened?” you asked, looking up and cupping his jaw, looking for any injuries in his face. Thankfully, you find none.
“Occupational hazards,” he muttered against your hair, taking in the scent of your shampoo. It relaxed him. You relaxed him, kept him grounded and sane. As long as he got to come back home to you, he’d be fine – he was sure of it.
“Come on, let’s get you out of these clothes. You need to be taken care of.” You dragged him upstairs, wrapping one of his arms around your shoulders, and preparing a nice bath for him. While he takes off his clothes (assuring you that he wasn’t a baby and that he could get undressed by himself), you go fetch your first aid kid, far too used to the job of patching him up after long, hard missions.
He got inside the bathtub, warm water relieving his sore muscles instantly. He hissed softly when the water reached his stomach, but he said nothing and just sat down, leaning back against the marble tiles, and closing his eyes. He wasn’t going to complain, not when he knew you were about to probably do the very same thing and reprimand him. He knew you loved him. You cared about him.
“Do you want to talk about it?” you asked, sitting by his side, and gently beginning to wash him.
“It was nothing,” he replied, eyes still closed.
“Yeah,” you scoffed in response, “Because a gash in your stomach is nothing. Why didn’t you ask Shoko to heal you up? I’m not a trained doctor, Kento.”
“It was late. Didn’t want to be out longer than necessary and possibly worry you even more about my location.” He opened his eyes, and you stared into those lovely amber pools that had never once failed to guide you. “Besides, I trust you to do it. You’ve patched me up before. Nothing you can’t do again. And I’ll heal up in no time.”
You sighed.
On one hand, it was sweet of him. Kento knew how much you worried about him, knew the restless nights you spent waiting for him to say something, text, call, just tell you that he was doing fine. It was considerate of him to get home right away.
On the other hand, it was so downright stupid. How could a man as smart as your husband think it was okay to switch the powers of a reverse curse user for your amateurish medical skills? Shoko had years of practice and experience. Your experience was based solely on fixing him up. They weren’t good, and he shouldn’t be relying on them as often as he did.
“I know that look,” he says softly, lifting his hand to caress your cheek. You could see the way he winced and tried to play it off as the water being too warm. Your husband never wanted to look weak in front of you. “I trust you. You’ve healed me up well in the past. This is nothing compared to what you’ve done before.”
You sighed and shook your head, continuing your process.
You cleaned the area around the wound, and once he was all clean, you helped him dry himself off with a towel. After that, you disinfected the wound and applied some healing ointments you knew had done the trick in the past. You covered his stomach with some bandage and gave it a soft kiss after you were done. It was sort of your magical touch – after the first time, Kento swore it was that simple thing that had managed to get him to heal up quickly and begs you to do it every time.
“There,” you said, caressing his jaw. “All done. But I’m not stitching you – last time I did it, it got all infected, and I’m not risking your health. Tomorrow, you’ll go to Shoko, and she’ll take care of this. Alright?”
“Yes Doctor Nanami,” Kento smiled dutifully and leaned over to connect his lips to yours. You could still feel some of the coppery taste of blood on his tongue, and tried to push those thoughts away as you kissed him back.
“And now, off to sleep. Doctor’s orders.”
“Yes ma’am.”
You helped him up and brought him to your bedroom, where he sat down on your bed with a small grunt. You shot him a worried expression, but he just raised his hands as to assure you everything was alright. With your help, he laid down completely, and you were quick to slot yourself in between his arms. He brought you close and kissed your temple.
“I love you. Thank you for taking care of me.”
“I’ll always take care of you,” you said, yawning right after.
Nanami smiled and kissed your temple once again, muttering sweet words of adoration until you both fell asleep.
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The next day, Kento stayed home.
The only time he left, was to go to Jujutsu High, to get checked on by Shoko. You went with him, not wanting him out of your sight – not when he was injured, and the world of curses never slept.
“Everything should be fine now, but you still have to disinfect the wound some more every time you shower,” she said, fetching for the pack of cigarettes on her pocket and lighting one up and turning to you. “You did a pretty good job patching him up. Why the lack of stiches?”
“I didn’t want them to get infected like last time. I figured he’d be better off like this.”
“You still did a good job.” She puffed out some smoke and shrugged. “You’d do a fine job here with me. How about you consider it? I could use an extra set of hands and – “
“With all due respect, Ieiri, I don’t want to get my wife involved in this world.” Nanami cut her off, placing a protective arm around your waist. “It’s bad enough she has to tend to me sometimes, I won’t let her see the gruesome sights I know you have to deal with on a daily basis.”
Shoko shrugged.
“My offer still stands.”
You both thanked her and made your way home, where Nanami offered to cook up your favourite dish as an apology for getting hurt last night. You sat by your kitchen table, happily watching him as he cut and mixed and did a wonderful job at recreating the food you loved so much.
While you two waited, he took you in his arms and spun you gently around the kitchen, swaying to the rhythm of jazz playing in the radio. He hummed in your ear and kissed you gently. It was soft and slow, and the day was yours to enjoy, so you let yourself melt into his touch. Your husband was safe and sound and nothing could reach you two.
It was good. It was great.
In fact, it felt far too good to be true.
And you feared something was coming up to disrupt your peace.
“I was thinking of staying in tonight,” you said against his chest, the soft beating of his heart almost enough to lull you to sleep. Staying in. Yes. Keeping him home. Safe and sound with you.
“And why wouldn’t we?”
“Well, it’s Halloween. I thought we could go out and celebrate it.”
“We don’t have costumes.” Nanami deadpanned.
“I’m sure we’d find something. But now I just want to stay in with you. Maybe order some takeout, watch a scary movie. What do you think?”
Nanami hummed and bent down to kiss you softly once again, swallowing the soft moan you rewarded him with.
“I think that sounds perfect.”
You spent the rest of the day lazing around, curled up on the couch, watching movies or catching up with old shows that had been long forgotten. At some point, you were sure your husband was taking a nap, and you could only smile, glad he was getting some rest.
“I’m going to shower,” you yawned, looking out of the window. Afternoon was turning into night, and you wanted to clean up the laziness off your body.
“I’ll join you.”
“Ha! No, mister, you’re not going anywhere. No funny business until you’re all healed.” You raised an eyebrow.
“Can’t I shower with my wife anymore?” he faked a surprised expression, and you smiled, glad to see your husband allowed himself to be more laidback at home.
“You can, but you would have to keep your hands to yourself, and I know that’s not possible.”
“You offend me, darling. I am familiar with discipline.”
“The hell you are,” you chuckled, standing up and offering him your hand. “But come on. I need to disinfect your wound again.”
He did as you asked, and you found yourselves in the bathroom once again. You were sitting by his side as usual and were carefully tending to his wound when his phone rang.
“Just leave it – that’s Gojo’s ringtone.” He muttered with a sigh – a sigh that conveyed just how frustrated he was with his coworker.
You nodded and went back to working on his wound but were interrupted by the loud noise of his phone once again. You gave your husband a sympathetic look and he sighed once again, nodding. Standing up, you went to retrieve his phone, only to pick the call up while you returned to the bathroom.
“Hello?”
“[Y/N]? Is Nanami in there?” Gojo asked, urgency clear in his voice.
“Wow, hello to you too, Satoru. What do you want Kento for?”
“Just – please, give the phone to him.”
“Is everything okay?” Now you were getting worried. Gojo was never serious, and he sounded far too worried right now.
“Just put him on the phone!”
So, you did. You couldn’t make out just what the conversation was about. Just that Gojo was extremely worried, and he probably wanted Nanami’s help.
“Hm.” You heard your husband mutter. “I see. Shibuya. Mhm. Who else? Kusakabe? Hm.”
You tried to put the pieces together yourself.
There was something happening in Shibuya, and Gojo needed your husband’s help. Other people were going too, and by the list of names Nanami repeated, you could tell it was probably serious – a lot of people were going.
“I’ll be there in 10.” Having said this, he hung up.
“So?” you asked, looking at him.
“Something is happening in Shibuya Station. Gojo needs my help leading a team of sorcerers.”
Your stomach fell.
Of course. It was far too good to be true. The little peace you’d crafted for yourself and Nanami – it wasn’t real. And something did come to disturb it.
Grabbing the hydrogen peroxide and a cotton ball next to you, you dabbled it softly all over the wound, trying your best not to apply too much pressure. This whole thing gave you the creeps. You couldn’t tell what it was – wife’s intuition, a 5th sense. All you knew was that you did not your husband to leave the house.
You didn’t want your peace disrupted. You could feel something was about to happen.
“Please don’t,” you whispered, refusing to meet his eyes.
“What?”
“Don’t go, Kento.” You repeated, this time more firmly. “Don’t go to work please, just today” After you were done disinfecting the wound, he stood up and quickly grabbed his clothes. You knew the look in his eyes, the determined look that told you he was entering work mode, he was entering overtime.
He sighed and started walking towards the bedroom, picking the first suit he saw on his closet – the beige one, with the dark blue shirt. You liked that suit. It wasn’t very conventional, he could’ve picked a far more “normal” colour to wear like dark blue or even black – but the tan colour matched nicely with his brown eyes, and the dark blue of his shirt contrasted well with his fair skin.
“Gojo sounded worried. I think this is serious. I’ll be back in no time, you’ll see,” he told you, putting his shirt on and grabbing the holster his blunt sword.
“Please – Kento, you’re injured.” You told him, walking to his side. “You can’t go like this!”
“Shoko healed me up, didn’t she? And so did you. I’ll be fine, I promise.” His voice was as reassuring as always, but all you felt in your stomach was a pit that threatened to swallow you whole.
“Not tonight. I – I have a bad feeling about this, I really do,” you held onto his hand, and forced him to look at you, to see the fear and worry in your eyes. He did, and stopped in his tracks, cupping your face with both his hands.
“I promise you; I’ll be back before you know it,” he murmured.
“You don’t get it – I have a terrible feeling about this mission. Please stay home,” tears threatened to spill from your eyes, and you found it hard to speak, anxiety clogging in your throat and making it burn. “Just for tonight. You can’t go tonight.”
“Honey, they need me. They need my help – what if someone is in danger?”
“Surely they can get someone other than you!” you exclaimed, tears now rolling down your cheeks. It broke his heart to see you like this, crying before him. Nanami brushed your tears away and shook his head.
“They can’t. Gojo knows how much I hate overtime. I can tell he’s being serious right now.”
“They have other sorcerers! Gojo can send in other sorcerers! It can’t always be you! Shit – Please! Kento, don’t go tonight. I’m begging you, stay home.”
Nanami looked at you, furrowing his brows ever so slightly. He knew you. Better than he knew himself, he was sure. He knew you cared about him deeply, he knew you worried like crazy. But you’d never stopped him from going on missions. Sure, you’d try to beg for just five more minutes in bed with him, wanting to cherish every second you got to hold him in your arms, and you checked up on him several times a day just to make sure he was doing fine.
But you never stopped him from doing what he had to do.
You understood how much Jujutsu Sorcery meant to him. You understood why he did what he did, and never once got in his way. You knew it was his calling, and you couldn’t stop him. After all, you loved him. And no matter how much you wanted to protect him; you would always let him do what he felt like he had to.
Today was different.
“And you want me to stay home because you… you have a feeling?” he repeated your words back, shaking his head ever so slightly. “[Y/N], you know I can’t. A feeling is not enough. They need my help.”
“They can get someone else’s!” You were crying now. Actually crying and holding onto his hands as if they were your lifeline. To you, they were. “I, I can’t explain it Kento. I just know something terrible is about to happen. And you’re injured, you haven’t healed completely yet, I… I can’t lose you Kento! I can’t – I’m not ready to say goodbye to you. I don’t think I ever will!”
You embraced him tightly, burying your face on his chest and clutching his blue shirt in your fists as you sobbed.
“I just know… I know… I can feel it… I know something awful is going to happen… Please don’t leave me – don’t leave tonight… I love you Kento, I – I can’t lose you…”
Nanami hugged you back as you sobbed, running a gentle hand through your hand in an attempt to comfort you. He pondered his choices.
Gojo sounded desperate. Something big had clearly happened and he was needed. No other sorcerer could rival his technique alone – there was a good reason, after all, he was a Grade 1 Sorcerer. He could go out and help. They probably needed his help more than anything else. And his guidance.
But you… You just looked so frightened, so anxious. Scared that some force more powerful than him would take his soul, his life. He titled your head up with his other hand and took you all in. Your eyes were red from all the crying, your nose was runny, and your lips were puffy and open as you mumbled a string of pleas, all with the same intent. Don’t leave tonight.
He’d never seen you like this.
And he was positive he never wanted to do so ever again.
“Okay,” he whispered.
Your eyes were wide as saucers and your breath quickened.
“Really?”
Nanami hummed in response and kissed you sweetly. You, however, kissed him with all you were feeling. The anxiety and fear of losing him, the desperation to keep him by your side, the undying love you had for him. You poured all these emotions into your kiss, hoping they’d speak louder than the words you couldn’t come up with. You then looked at him and teared up again, burying your face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent. Bread, fireplace, and fresh new books. He smelled like home.
“It’s okay,” he mumbled, still running his hand through your hair. “I’ve got you.”
You stood like that for a while, in his arms while he whispered soothing words in your ear.
After a while, he picked you up and took you to the living room, sitting on the couch and placing you on his lap. You snuggled into him, refusing to let him go. Your hands were all over him, and you tried to get closer to him, as if that were even possible. You were so tangled up; it was hard to tell where he ended, and you began.
Nanami silently took the TV remote and picked a movie you had mentioned wanting to watch for Halloween night. He held you close, covering both of your bodies with a blanket, his hand firmly on your thigh to remind you that he was here.
Gojo needed his help. That was true. And however dramatic he may be, he could be serious when he wanted, and forego his cocky, careless demeanour.
But you needed him. And Nanami had spent far too many nights out in missions, coming home battered black and blue, covered in blood and big purple bruises, worrying you to death. He’d seen how you looked at him earlier – like you truly believed he would be taken away from you. And it broke his heart.
Gojo could manage on his own. He’d done it before. Nanami had sacrificed far too many hours for Jujutsu Sorcery. Surely, he’d done enough to warrant a night off, to spend with the love of his life. Right?
“Thank you,” you mumbled into the crook of his neck, trying not to cry again.
“I love you. And I don’t want to worry you.” Was his ushered reply as he placed soft kisses on the side of your head. He felt you smile into his skin, and the gesture was enough to make him melt in your embrace.
Yeah.
He’d surely done enough to earn a night with you.
Gojo could manage.
For now, all he wanted was to curl up with his wife on the couch, and comfort her until she no longer cried, watch a movie or two, chuckle when she got scared and hid in his chest.
Yeah.
He’d earned it.
Because nothing could ever matter more than you.
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A/N: And that's it!!! I hope I managed to give all Nanami fans some solance - in my head, this is how it went down. Nanami stayed home with us, and later he retired and we moved to Malaysia. All is well.
I hope you all enjoyed it! I certainly did - I love writing for Nanami. He's such an interesting character!
Have a wonderful day (and weekend) ahead, everyone! <3
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applinsandoranges · 9 months
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ok what if sebastian was cursed and not anne? mc meets sebastian one day after anne has told her so much about him and oh merlin they both fall in love with each other. sebastian doesn't do anything because he doesn't have much time left. he's just glad he got to meet her at all and mc is willing to do literally anything to find a cure for him. she loses herself in the dark arts for him and ends up taking the dark magic because she wants to take away his pain, wants to save him. but that wasn't necessary. he was already healed. (in this case it was maybe rookwood's death that freed sebastian from the curse or something like that)
then the 6th year begins and sebastian is there too. now that they could both have whatever was between them, she's avoiding him. she keeps away from him and everyone else. she can't control this dark magic, this power she took, she can't control herself anymore. she was dangerous. she would only hurt someone she cared about, she would only hurt him. she couldn't allow that.
and in order to be able to behave "normally" during school, she goes to the forbidden forest at night, to shady places and lets everything out. kills. fights against others in arenas. crucio is allowed during fights and she feels she deserves it, since fig died because of her selfishness. at least that's what she tells herself. the many galleons she earns are not important to her. she only quenches the thirst she didn't want. she feels like a monster. the only good thing were the beasts whose freedom she could give.
sebastian can't stand it for long and gets to the bottom of the matter, observes and follows her. now it's his turn to save her, to take care of her.
(so, dark/broken!MC and cursed+healed/protective!sebastian)
i understand if that might be too much, and if you don't want to write it at all, which is perfectly fine, could you still post it here? maybe there will be someone else who would write it because I would really, really like to read this scenario.👉🏼👈🏽🥺💗💗
Hello, Anon!
I'm going to be honest, this one may have skipped to the front of the line when you sent it in because I was so enamored with the prompt. This is a long fic, but my goodness, this cursed Sebastian just wrecked me. I love your beautiful prompt, and I honestly almost wish I would have written more. I could rewrite the whole game under this scenario just because of how differently everything could play out! I really hope you like how I've fleshed out your prompt, and I thank you for sending in such a lovely request.
This is going to be a three-part story. I should have the second part up sometime tomorrow!
The Time We Have (Part One)
When she agreed to accompany Anne to her home in Feldcroft to visit her ailing twin, MC expected to meet a sickly, bed-ridden boy. What she did not intend on was falling head over heels in love the moment she stepped through the threshhold of the Sallow's cottage.
That was precisely how events unfolded, however.
Sebastian Sallow was, for all intents and purposes, terribly unwell. One look at his unnaturally lithe physique and tired eyes was enough for even the most oblivious onlooker to see as much. Still, he greeted his sister with such unbridled affection that MC had to briefly question if Anne might have been over-exaggerating his condition.
When he turned his gaze to MC, she felt her heart stop.
He was positively magnetic, and she nearly opened her mouth to ask if there was some protective enchantment on the cottage that caused her to be so inexplicably spellbound. Rather than embarrass herself, however, she attempted to maintain some semblance of composure.
"I'm - " She began before Sebastian interrupted her immediately, effectively sealing her fate with his next words.
The way he said her name so fondly, followed by, "Anne's told me all about you in her letters. I've dreamt of the day I could finally meet you."
"O-oh. I wasn't aware Anne mentioned me." She said dumbly, turning to shoot Anne a questioning look.
The girl simply smirked, quick to pick up on her friend's uncharacteristic shyness. Surely Anne would have quite a few remarks to make about this interaction later, but for now, she'd simply amuse herself by observing. Sebastian always did have a charming way about him, and it seemed even her typically undaunted companion was not immune.
"She does far more than mention you - hell, I feel like I already know you myself." He said, beaming down at her. He was surprisingly tall, she noted, despite his sister's short stature.
A man cleared his throat uncomfortably, drawing the trio's attention toward the kitchen.
"Language, Sebastian. I know you're excited to make a new friend, but mind your manners in front of the young lady." He chided gently before approaching. "Solomon Sallow. Please forgive my nephew - unfortunately, he takes a bit after me."
MC reached out to shake his hand, smiling pleasantly. "Not at all, sir. You should hear some of what we get up to at school. Why, Anne just got detention for calling Sharp a - "
She yelped and muttered a curse after taking Anne's sharp elbow straight to the side. Sebastian snickered, delighted, and Solomon raised an eyebrow at the exchange.
"This one, it seems, takes more after her mother every day." He tutted, shaking his head at her before returning to the kitchen before calling, "Settle yourselves or head outside, just be mindful of the chill if you drag Sebastian with you."
"The chill? Uncle, you're absurd. It's not even winter yet." Sebastian complained, the slight pink dusting his freckled cheeks starkly contrasting with pale skin.
"You caught a cough in the dead of summer - wear your wool robes lest I make you wear your sister's shawl." Solomon barked, and Sebastian clamped his mouth shut.
Anne took hold of his hand and tugged him toward the door, grabbing his cloak off the hook on their way out. MC followed and closed the door behind them.
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They'd been perched on hay bales in the field for the past hour, catching Sebastian up on most of the events of term thus far. He'd been right in that his sister certainly had ensured he knew everything and anything. The way he managed to keep up with their conversation made it feel like he had been there himself every step of the way.
"So tell me again, precisely how red was Ominis's face when he threatened to use his father against you for entering the Undercroft?" He laughed, watching gleefully as MC reenacted the scene a third time for the twins' amusement.
"Stop!" Anne howled, clutching her sides. "Your impression is uncanny. It's like he's here in the flesh."
"Don't act like you wouldn't enjoy that, sister. Or would you prefer we refer to you as the future Mrs. Gaunt?" Sebastian poked slyly, and Anne suddenly wasn't laughing anymore.
"Oh my, Anne. That red on your cheeks nearly matches the Gryffindor robes. Shall we rush you back to the castle to be with your beloved Ominis?" MC teased, and Anne scowled deeply, glaring between the two of them.
She rose to her feet and stomped away, turning back to hiss at them, "I won't stick around any longer just to be ganged up on by the likes of you two. I've half a mind to return to school alone."
"Aw, don't be like that, Anne - we were only messing around a bit." MC called after her apologetically, moving to stand and chase after her.
Until Sebastian reached out and took hold of her wrist. He needn't have grasped firmly because she instantly took a seat again at his silent request. She glanced up at him, curious.
"Shouldn't we fetch her before she spends the rest of our visit sulking?" She asked, conflicted.
"Actually, I was hoping to have you to myself for a moment if you wouldn't mind." Sebastian admitted, letting his fingers linger around her wrist just a beat longer than necessary.
Her heart picked up pace, from his words and the way she could still feel his cool touch on her skin long after he'd let go.
"Y-yeah? Why's that?" She cursed inwardly at the stutter.
His lip twitched upward briefly. "Are you nervous without my sister present?"
Her eyes widened, and she sought to defend herself. How dare he insinuate that she was nervous - even if she was.
"Nervous? What a ridiculous assumption. I've faced down dragons. Some frail boy isn't near enough to have me quaking in my shoes." She huffed indignantly, but the flicker of hurt which crossed his features had her wishing to take back the words.
Still, Sebastian laughed softly. "You're certainly right about that. I didn't used to be so frail, as you kindly put it. Wish you could've seen me duel back in third year - I bet I'd give even you a run for your galleons."
She cringed when he repeated the word frail. While the insult was unintentional, she'd still said it. Fortunately, he didn't seem particularly fazed by her slip-up and was blessedly more forgiving than his twin. Anne likely would have hexed her into a pile of cow dung.
"I'll simply see you duel next year when you're back at school." She told him brightly.
His smile slipped entirely then, and he struggled to find the words before speaking. "Anne must not have told you - I won't be back to school. Not next year, nor ever. This isn't an ordinary illness, and unfortunately, the healers all seem to agree that it simply must run its course."
"By run its course, you mean to simply lay down and die?" She asked, temper flaring.
Anne had, in fact, confided in her regarding the nature of Sebastian's curse. They'd visited every healer imaginable, with little results. The Sallows intended for Sebastian to live out his remaining days in comfort.
"Bullshit." She spat.
"P-pardon?" He asked, caught off guard by her sudden ferocity.
"You heard me - that's bullshit." She emphasized the word, hopping up to stand in front of him so she could jab a finger lightly into his chest. "From everything I've learned about you, I know damn well that you, Sebastian Sallow, are far too tenacious to simply give up just because someone told you to."
"Be that as it may, tenacity doesn't bring about miracles. The healers said - "
"I don't care what the healers said. I'm telling you that you'll be back at Hogwarts annoying the piss out of Ominis again for our sixth year. Healers be damned, I'll cure you myself." She told him confidently.
"You'll cure me?" Sebastian choked out, trying not to laugh. "As I hear it from Anne, you're brand new to magic. What could you do that dozens of curse-breakers and medi-witches haven't thought up?"
She grinned and winked, and he couldn't fight the brush creeping up from his neck. Anne had been right when describing the new fifth year's infectious charisma, and Sebastian wanted to believe in her.
"I may be new, but I have a few tricks up my robe sleeve even Anne isn't aware of." With that, she ruffled his hair and started walking back toward the cottage where Solomon was calling for them to return.
Gingerly, Sebastian hauled himself off the bale and trailed after her, smiling and feeling lighter than he had in months. Even if she couldn't cure him, he was at least certain her warm friendship would prove invaluable company during his remaining days.
He was so glad Anne brought her to him.
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"Off to visit my brother again, are you?" Anne drawled from her resting place on the Common Room lounge chair on a late February morning.
MC had, in fact, been on her way out of the dungeons to make her way to Feldcroft. Again.
"What of it?" She asked haughtily, cheeks already burning from what she knew Anne would undoubtedly say.
"You're in Feldcroft every single weekend. You see my own family more than I do!" She said in disbelief. "Besides, you're in such a rush to head out that you've put on two entirely different shoes."
MC gasped and looked down in mortified panic, only to find her shoes matched perfectly well. She looked back toward Anne, glaring while the girl cackled.
"I'm joking. Gods, you're so smitten with my brother, and it's painted all over your darling face. Relax, you look lovely. I'm sure he's just as eager for your arrival." She waved her hand dismissively and went back to her reading, still smirking.
Anne made it a point to prod and harass her about Sebastian at any given moment over the months since that first visit in late September, enjoying the way her friend turned scarlet at the mere mention of her brother. It was practically a game by that point, and Anne delighted in the way she flustered. Sebastian had sworn her to secrecy over his own feelings when she'd pressed him about the matter, but he said nothing about not being allowed to make MC squirm.
"All your teasing aside, I really do need to leave quickly if I'm to make the most of my time visiting Sebastian today. There's a nasty blizzard coming in this evening, and I'll need to time my departure to avoid it." She said, fussing with the clasp on her travel cloak.
"If poor weather strikes, I'm sure Uncle Solomon will allow you to spend the night just like you did over the holiday. Merlin knows he'd likely have offered to adopt you by now, were you are not so intent on courting my brother." She snickered.
"Anne! My visits are innocent. I'm merely helping Sebastian stay up to pace with our studies, so he'll be fully prepared once he returns. N.E.W.T.s start soon!" She said, flustered.
Anne shook her head, smiling sadly. "You're setting yourself up for - "
"Disappointment. I've heard it all before. You should know me well enough by now to understand that fear of the impossible won't be enough to stop me." She shot back, determined, before leaving and slamming the door behind her.
They'd had the same argument several times over, and it always ended the same. Anne was insistent that they abide by the healers' orders to keep Sebastian comfortable and content for whatever time he had left. MC elected to be deaf to those orders, however, and spent every free moment she found available to her, between her ancient magic tasks as well as their class work, holed up in the Library searching for anything.
She'd even found a way into the Restricted Section, conveniently enough by way of Professor Fig when they'd needed to venture into its depths to fetch a book for the Keepers. Unfortunately, even the Restricted Section held little of value despite her ravenous consumption of any of its contents she could get her hands on, and she was progressively left with little option other than to doggedly pursue a cure by way of her ancient magic.
She ducked her head back into the Common Room as suddenly as she'd left and squeaked, "Anne, do you really think I'm being a bother to Sebastian by visiting so often?"
She shrieked when Anne tossed a pillow at her head and yelled, "I will not play along with your bloody insecurities! Now off to Feldcroft before you make my brother worry after you, you damn pest."
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"Your wand movement is all wrong. The flourish is meant to be smooth, not sharp. Here, allow me to guide your hand." Sebastian instructed.
He carefully got up from his seat at the table to come around behind her, taking her hand in his and demonstrating the movement a few times. She could feel his breath on the back of her neck while he spoke softly, praising her when she performed the subtle twist of her wrist correctly on her own.
She tilted her head back, smiling appreciatively. "Thank you, Sebastian. I'm supposed to be catching you up on Charms, yet here you are upstaging me yet again. You're amazing."
He chuckled, placing his hands on the back of her chair and bending down to speak quietly in her ear. "There's little to do around here besides stick my nose in a book. It's one of the many reasons I enjoy your visits. Shall we take off for a bit while Uncle is distracted?"
She cast a wary glance toward Solomon, who was presently fighting with a particularly stubborn owl he intended to use to deliver a letter to an old friend of his before nodding at Sebastian.
"Brilliant - let's go before he has a chance to stop us." Sebastian grinned, scooping her hand up and leading her quietly out the door after they'd snatched up their cloaks.
The air was bitter cold that day, winter finally in full swing. She cautiously looked from Sebastian back to the cottage and wondered if perhaps it wasn't the best idea to have him out in such weather. He'd just gotten over a particularly nasty episode, and it showed by the way he looked so positively drained.
Even staring at his back while he pulled her to some lonely place they could talk in peace, she could see how the curse wore him down, and whittled away at his very being a little more each day. He was wasting away right in front of them. They were losing him.
Yet somehow, he still found the strength to smile at her and entertain her frequent visits to Feldcroft no matter his fatigue. It made her want to cry each time she thought of it, and she did genuinely worry now that she was more of a burden than a distraction from the monotony of his life confined to the little hamlet.
"I can feel you staring." Sebastian chided but kept his eyes fixed in front of them. "And I know what you're thinking. I feel perfectly fine - there's nothing to worry about. We'll head in before we get too cold. Plus, I just taught you how to properly cast that warming charm."
"I do worry, Sebastian. You weren't even able to get out of bed the past week. What if this makes things worse?" She asked, slowing her steps a little as uncertainly set in.
He turned to face finally, frowning. "You're starting to sound just like the rest of them, you know. One of the reasons I enjoy our time together so much is that you don't treat me like I'll keel over from the slightest breeze. Besides, I really do feel much better when you're around."
With his assurance, her own tension eased a bit, and she resigned herself to following again. Sebastian smiled and continued on, leading her toward an outlook above the icy river.
"It's not fair. You know I'm weak to your whims." She whined while clearing a place in the snow for them to sit comfortably, laying her scarf down to keep them dry.. "Why, you could tell me to plunge myself in that freezing water, and I'd be diving off the cliff before the words finished leaving your mouth."
"I'm aware." He nudged her shoulder with his own once they were seated. "Which is why I solemnly swear to never lord my power over you for anything too detrimental."
He grinned at her when she scoffed, but the sight of his smile quickly melted her mock indignation, and she mirrored him.
"Well, as long as you swear it. Can't imagine the trouble you'll get me into when we're finally classmates." She told him fondly.
Sebastian reached over and took her hand in his, admiring the snowy mountainscape in front of them. He spoke, and his voice sounded oddly strained.
"I know your feelings on the matter, but I need you to understand. We aren't going to be classmates. I'm not returning to Hogwarts. The healer visited last week and... " He paused and turned to face her. "They don't expect I'll see the end of this winter."
Now, she did actually feel like she'd leaped off that rocky perch and into the frozen depths below. The air was sucked from her lungs, and she felt an icy chill course through her veins. The end of winter?
She wanted to speak and tell him it would be fine. She'd simply work harder at her research. Ominis had previously declined her requests to search for Salazar Slytherin's hidden scriptorium, but surely she could convince him now if she simply worked harder at it. She just needed to work harder at everything, and it would all work out. This could still be fixed - Sebastian could still be fixed.
"Breathe - it's okay." He said slowly, watching her reaction with a mixture of concern and trepidation.
Clearly, he had been dreading this moment.
"Sebastian, there's still time. I can find a cure - I will. The ancient magic - "
"I do not want you risking life and limb over something as volatile as unstable ancient magic. I've accepted my fate, and I need for you to do the same." He said sternly.
He'd never been so serious with her, not even after she'd confided in him the dangers she willingly faced alongside Professor Fig. This was the first time he'd ever raised his voice at her, and she hated it. She hated that it was because he wanted her to be at peace with losing him.
"I refuse to accept it, Sebastian. Why do you have to just roll over and take what they say as law?" She pleaded, desperate to see some glimmer of hope as she searched his eyes. "Please, you must keep fighting. I won't give you up."
"You don't have a choice - it will happen, I'm dying regardless of your efforts. You're only wasting your energy and time when you need to focus on school and your business with Fig. Don't think I've forgotten that Ranrok and Rookwood are after you." He scolded her, and she she glared back up at him, defiant. "Don't look at me like that. Anne writes about you still - tells me that you're always dragging yourself back into the castle at odd hours, covered in all manner of grisly wounds. Whatever you're up to, focus on looking after yourself. I'm as good as dead, but you've got your whole life ahead of you. Just let me go with the knowledge you'll at least be alright."
"Are you quite finished berating me like I'm some child?" She asked bitterly, tears threatening to spill.
He looked momentarily taken aback by the venom in her tone and nodded.
"Good. Because I need you to understand something clearly, Sebastian. I will not let you go. Rookwood, Ranrok, ancient magic - to hell with it all. It amounts to fuck all if I can't even protect one person. I'll cure you whether you wish it or not - just try and stop me." She challenged.
He watched her curiously for a long while, and she could see the way he measured his words before speaking. He started a few times before pausing and restarting his sentence. It was the first time she'd seen him so conflicted - usually, words came easily to Sebastian.
He sighed heavily before finally constructing the sentence he wanted. "I'm afraid to ask because we're both well aware of the answer. It's selfish, considering how futile the whole thing is, but part of me still needs to hear you say it. Why are you going so far for me? I know well it's not because you fancy a duel from me still."
"Futile?" She repeated, broken because she knew what he was expecting her to say. Still, she wouldn't lie to him. "I'm not going to such lengths just because I'm in love with you, but it's certainly a driving factor, if that's what you're asking. I'm extraordinarily fond of you as my friend, of course, but yes, of course I love you. Is that what you wanted me to admit? Was it not obvious enough already?"
He groaned, and she thought he looked much paler than before - the fatigue on his face far more pronounced. They would need to head back soon. She hoped his rejection would be swift for the sake of his health - he'd tolerated her fawning over him for so long, but now that her feelings hung over them on that little outcrop, he would need to face them full-on.
He looked at her with a grimace, reluctant and pained. "I love you as well."
Her heart leaped, and a bright smile bloomed across her features. Sebastian smiled sadly back, and her face dropped.
"I truly do. So much so that it pains me because you must realize nothing can come of it. I've already hurt you terribly by returning your affections - soon enough, I'll be gone, and you'll be alone when you should be enjoying the attentions of boys who can actually look after you. I'm nothing more than a corpse." He said miserably, and it was the first time she'd seen him so forlorn.
She could no longer sit still, and gingerly as she could, she wrapped her arms around his slender frame and pulled him into her.
Gods, he was cold.
She quietly cast the warming charm they'd been practicing and enjoyed the relieved sigh he let out when heat radiating from her wand washed over them while she hugged him tighter to her, and he reciprocated her embrace, hesitantly bringing his hands around her waist and burying his face in the crook of her neck.
They could stay out just a bit longer.
"Then simply be happy with me for as long as we can." She told him desperately.
He pulled back just enough to look at her, and she could feel his breath on her face, could see the air from their lungs swirling in the cold between them. His freckles and the dark brown of his hair starkly contrasted against the snowy white of the world around them, and he simply looked -
"You are so devastatingly handsome, Sebastian."
He flushed dark at her shameless compliment and laughed, embarrassed.
"If this damn curse doesn't do me in first, you'll certainly be the death of me." He teased before leaning forward just a bit more to capture her lips in a soft, innocent kiss.
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morallygreyyn · 1 year
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Hey!! Could you do some hcs for the hxh boys having hanahaki disease for the reader? You can decide whether they get a happy end where they confess and the reader realizes feelings for them or no :p
hanahaki disease with the hxh boys (hisoka, kurapika, illumi headcanons)
authors note: omgggg i've always been obsessed with this myth but i completely forgot about it until you reminded me anon! i'm so happy i got a request for this! i chose happy endings bc who doesn't want a happy ending with our favourite boys?
the surgery to remove the disease doesn’t exist in these headcanons bc i couldn’t be arsed to write about it
live or die by the disease bitch there is no other option
warnings: mentions of death, blood
read part two here!
requests are open!
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hisoka had known you for a long time
you were close confidants, and dare i say it, best friends
he admired your strength, how you never failed to join in on his chaos, and fire back at him whenever he made a quip
with how well you two got along, it was only a matter of time before he coughed up the first petal
he knew immediately what was happening, he was a man cultured in myths and legends after all
he was more shocked at the realisation that he loved you more than the fact that he just coughed up a flower petal
and you didn't love him back
he couldn't blame you, even though you liked to fool around with each other, you had never been serious with your flings and it was strictly no strings attached
well now it was apparent that there were strings
the magician couldn't pinpoint the moment he had fallen for you, he supposed it was a gradual thing
but one thing was for absolute certain, he was in love
and he was dying because of it
hisoka is a man of mystery and many secrets but this...
this he would probably tell you about after a while of mulling it over
during this period, his coughing got worse until eventually he couldn't take it anymore
he would go straight to you, letting himself into your house as he usually did
hisoka could feel the pain in his lungs when you looked at him and smiled
he would suppress the coughs as best as he could while he figured out a way to tell you
i feel like his confession would go one of two ways
either he would be outright and serious for once
or he'd make a performance out of his dying body
let's explore the serious option first
you, having caught onto the fact that something was very wrong, took your friend’s hand which only made his coughing worse. "what's going on hisoka? you never get sick."
he laughed dryly. "it would appear that I'm in love with you."
you didn't believe him of course. "you're joking."
hisoka coughs into his hand, revealing petals tainted with blood. "does this look like a joke to you?"
OR the performance option
"it would appear I'm in love with you." he coughed into his hand and threw the contents in the air, several flower petals soaked in blood rained down on your head. "surprise."
it doesn't matter which option he chooses, you're still frozen in shock
"i thought it was just a myth." you stared at the bloody petals in horror
"me too."
the room fell silent, hisoka wondering what his fate would be based on your response
i can’t see him as a person who cares whether he lives or whether he dies
i can see him just sitting there on your couch, staring with bored fascination at your living room while he waited for you to drop the guillotine over his head
his lungs and throat were writhing in pain, but hisoka was never one to be put off by this
what he didn’t expect was for you to then turn to him, grinning
“i love you too.”
his face drops
“yeah, i love you too hisoka.”
hisoka would’ve been amused by how quickly the weight on his chest dissipated if it weren’t for his shock
however it didn’t take long from him to recover from this and he swoops you into an embrace
which of course leads to more
and oh boy hisoka was never happier to be alive
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would 100% not tell you
the second the first petal fell from his lips, he knew immediately that it was you
he also knew that he could never tell you
you didn’t love him back and he didn’t want to make you feel bad about that fact
how could he not love you though? you were his biggest source of joy and the one he cared for most in this world
his would hide the disease from you for as long as possible, smothering his coughs with great effort
the longer he did this, the worse it got
he knew he was going to die and he accepted that fact
he didn’t want to die, but he knew he could never tell you 
kurapika would try and avoid you towards the end
dodging your calls and skipping on meeting up with you until eventually he stopped contact altogether
you, extremely worried about your friend, went to go visit him unannounced
letting yourself inside, your heart dropped in horror at seeing him 
kurapika looked like a ghost
his face was hollow, lips chapped and stained red
he would insist he was fine, even though he clearly he wasn’t
eventually he wouldn’t be able to hide it anymore, launching into an extreme coughing fit, him throwing up petals, whole flowers and blood 
having heard of the disease before, you could only ask who he loved and who didn’t love him back
this time, he looked you directly in the eyes. “you.”
cue your shock and horror
kurapika had to avert his gaze, he didn’t want to see your disappointment in his final moments
he hated himself enough for having these feelings but he didn’t want to see you hate him too
his lungs were more branches and flowers than tissue at this point
the kurta was just about to get up and leave when your voice stopped him
“wait.”
he waits
“you have this disease because you love me and you think it’s unrequited, correct?”
“yes.” he didn’t want to add that he didn’t just think it was unrequited
“what if it wasn’t unrequited?”
“then i wouldn’t be dying.”
“then i don’t understand.” you shook your head, suppressing a smile. “because i love you too.”
he stops
kurapika literally stops working
his brain shuts down and his body comes to a complete standstill and he just stares at you in shock
you feel the need to confirm it for him. “i love you too kurapika.”
he couldn’t hold himself back anymore
regardless of his sick body, he rushes to you and pulls you into the tightest hug
his chest clears, feeling light and unrestrained
he kisses you and kurapika can finally breathe again
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this boy is so damn confused when coughs, and then even more confused when he sees a petal in his hand
what on earth is happening to him?
doesn’t even realise he’s in love
it takes him a couple of days and a couple more instances of coughing up flowers for him to realise something was wrong with him
a quick internet search yields the results he was looking for 
cue more confusion
unrequited love was the cause?
would think long and hard about who in his life he could have these impossible feelings for
then his thoughts eventually arrived on you
and when they did, he couldn’t stop thinking about you
so he loved you? why? what was the reason? when did this happen?
many many questions were circulating through that beautiful head of his
reading further about the disease, he realised that the disease would only go away if you loved him too
if not, he would die
not one to be scared by death, he decided on not telling you
why would he? it was pointless anyway if he was going to die
doesn’t even consider the chance that you might love him back
takes the unrequited part as fact and sticks with it
illumi is a tough boy so it takes ages for him to finally be run down by the disease
is a master at hiding his coughs
he has a reputation to uphold after all
he even keeps it from his family, determined to take his shame to his grave
would honestly have to be on the brink of dying for him to show that he’s suffering with the hanahaki disease
luckily you like to meet up with illumi very frequently and you had become quite attuine to his stoic attitude and personality
to the point where you could pick up the most minuscule of differences in his behaviour
it didn’t take you long to realise something was wrong with your friend but no matter how hard you pushed, he would shoot you down
cue you becoming the best investigator the world has ever seen
it started when, after illumi had left the bar, there was a single bloodied petal sitting in his place
you took the petal back home and began researching
it took you a while but you eventually found out about the hanahaki disease though you couldn’t believe that this was what illumi was struggling with so you kept searching
however your search was in vein and all you had to go on was a myth about unrequited love
so the next time you met up with illumi, you kept an even closer eye on him
watching the subtle ways in which he would suppress what would normally be very painful coughs
the way his lips seemed a bit more chapped and red than normal
the way his already pale skin became more translucent
you had to face the facts, illumi was suffering with unrequited love
and it was killing him
you couldn’t bear the thought of losing illumi
but who on earth was he in love with? and how could you convince them to save his life?
realistically you knew there wasn’t much you could do
but out of desperation, you confronted him about it
“when were you going to tell me about your hanahaki disease?”
“i wasn’t.”
“have you told anyone?”
“no.”
you weren’t one to be easily frustrated, but for some reason you couldn’t watch him throw away his life so easily
in a fit of despair, you blurted. “please find some way to fix it, i can’t bear the thought of losing you.”
“why?”
you didn’t think about your words before you said them. “because i love you.”
he froze
you kept going, putting your own feelings to the side in an effort to save the man stock-still before you. “and it’s because i love you that i’m scared of you dying, so please just find whoever it is and confess to them. i’m sure they like you back if they’ve got the great illumi zoldyck dying for them.”
it was then that you noticed his expression
you would almost say he looked relieved? but surely you had seen wrong
it was illumi after all
“ah, it’s gone now.” he somehow sounded much better than a couple of minutes ago
“gone? how can it be gone whe-” it didn’t take you long for you to realise what had happened
illumi looked at you expectantly
“you love me?” you asked in a small voice, afraid that this was a bad joke even though you knew illumi was practically incapable of making them
“evidently.”
needless to say that that was the start of a wonderful relationship that even illumi couldn’t have imagined happening
but he wasn’t complaining
not in the slightest
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sluttywoozi · 11 months
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congratulations on 4k lovie!!! you deserve it <333
honestly i can't think of any request rn since i've been off tumblr for so long but my request is: something you've been wanting to write for a while now but for whatever reason you didn't/couldn't
again,, congratulations on 4k 🌹🌹🌹
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Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~1k
Warnings: pain mention, cramps mention, medication mention, lil bit of tears, not a period sex fic, multiple orgasms, oral f rec., fingering
AN: thank you thank you thank you!! this is such a sweet and thoughtful request, and you got me to write something i've had in my brain for months but never put into words 💖 i have endometriosis and its fucking terrible at all times so this is for me and anyone else with chronic pain 💖
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“Still cramping?” Mingyu asks, sliding into the sheets next to you and laying a warm hand over your lower abdomen. You’ve been in bed for hours already and he hates to see the scrunch in your face that says it hasn’t gotten any better. “Need your meds?”
“Already took ‘em,” you breathe, the strain in your voice evident as you curl into the pain. It’s not always this bad, but Mingyu hates how helpless he feels when it is. He can’t feel the hurt for you, can’t take it away, but he knows he could cover it up with something else if you’d let him. You usually do it on your own, not because you don’t want him to, but because it’s hard for him to get straight to the point. When the pain is this bad, you need to cum fast and hard, over and over, for the oxytocin to do its job. Mingyu can do that, but he often forgets that this isn’t just for your pleasure. 
“Let me help you, baby. I won’t get distracted this time, I promise,” he pleads as he rubs at your belly, pressing his palm down hard when you shift it over a specific spot. The pressure and heat of his hands helps and he’ll never complain about an excuse to get them on you, so he shifts to straddle you and offers his other hand, watching as you arrange him how you like. You’re still contemplating but he doesn’t rush you, just massages your tummy and looks down at you with all the love in the world. 
“Okay,” you exhale, tears lining your lashes and your lips pursed in a pout, “I love you.”
“Love you too, honey,” Mingyu leans down to gently press his lips to yours, ignoring the saltwater he tastes on your skin. You tend to get a bit emotional when he takes care of you but he never points it out, doesn’t want to make you feel self conscious. You’re also just really pretty when you cry and this is one of the few times he can appreciate it without feeling guilty. His kisses stray from your lips down your neck, meandering over your clothed breasts before finishing at your hips. He pecks between the fingers splayed over your stomach and finally shifts his hands to start pulling your pajama pants off. 
He promised not to get distracted so he avoids the siren call of your thighs and spreads them instead, working his broad shoulders in between and wrapping an arm around so he can keep a hand on your belly. You’re not wet but you will be soon, and until then he keeps the pressure and pace steady. It’s not long before your hips are moving with him, little gasps escaping you as moments of peace break through the mask of pain. He speeds up his movements, rotating his hand so he can prod at your entrance through your panties. The fabric is damp and he grins victoriously to himself, hiding his smile in the crease of your thigh. He knows you can still feel the canines pressing into your skin but he also knows that now isn’t the time for him to revel in his ability to make you wet. Now is the time to make you feel better, making you wet is just a delicious byproduct. 
He can feel your clit changing under his thumb, feel it getting harder and starting to throb, and he knows you’re close. You always cum faster when you’re in pain; Mingyu thought it would be the opposite but it’s like your body knows what you need and wants to let you have it, so he doesn’t question further, just lets the circles grow faster and faster until you break with a cry. He doesn’t stop, drops down to suck at your clit through your panties and pushes at your entrance with two fingers, feeling his head start to spin as you gasp and whine. He loves your noises, loves when he’s the one drawing them from you, can’t get enough, and he smirks around you knowing that he doesn’t have to stop this time. 
You both get tired of the panties at the same moment, your hands clumsily pushing them down just as he starts to tug them off, and when he finally sees the mess he’s made of you, it’s like his heart stops. You’re wet, so fucking wet, and blazing hot, and he wants to sink inside of you but he wants to make you cum more, so he doubles down on his efforts. He sucks your clit into his mouth and slips two fingers inside, curling them into your front wall and seeking out your g-spot. He finds it immediately, knows you inside and out, hooks his fingertips into the rough patch and starts working it. You get wetter around him, practically gushing, and when he stops sucking your clit to lash it with his tongue, you cum again. Your wetness soaks the lower half of his face as you clench around him, crying real tears overhead and tangling your fingers in his hair. 
Mingyu loses count after number five, but he doesn’t need to know the specifics of how thoroughly he’s wrecked you. Not when he gets to slide into the bath with you after, and carefully do your skincare with his normally clumsy hands, and carry you to the bed you sleep in together, and bundle you up in his arms, and watch you fall asleep with not a lick of pain on your face. All of that is more than he could ever ask for.
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the-traveling-poet · 6 months
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Hello 🥺🩷 I love your Levi x lieutenant y/n so much and I've been having an idea regarding Levi and lieutenant y/n but I couldn't find any Tumblr who'd make that request come to life unti I saw your head cold fanfic I was just in love . This is the idea I have in mind .... Levi and lieutenant y/n have grown up together from the time kuchel was alive they had a spark between them but after they joined the corps they became more focused on the duties they had and y/n chose to be his lieutenant to silently stay by his side . The scene where Levi was listening to Mikasa , Eren and armin sitting and talking about the outside world and sea after kenny dies , the trip leaves and Levi is sitting there tipsy when y/n comes and tries to tell him to go to sleep but then later she just sits down with him and they have a heartfelt talk with each other and how they have been one of the biggest supports in each other's life throughout their journey , they both indirectly confess how they feel and the other one gets it but they just sit there .
I know my request is very long but I have had this idea in my mind for such a long time I would really really be so greateful if you could make this idea come to life 🥹🙏💓🤍
Silent Confessions
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For as long as you could remember, Levi was at your side. From the moment your mothers met in the Underground and introduced their children to one another, up until you had both escaped that hell hole to become Captain and Lieutenant within the Survey Corps.
Over time, your bond had grown stronger with the more dangers you had thus far faced together.
Now, with a short break to prepare for the upcoming expedition to reclaim Wall Maria, you were able to spend some one on one time with your favorite shorty.
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Pairing: Levi x Lieutenant!Reader
Warnings: Language, alcohol consumption, mentions of mental struggles
SFW, friends-to-lovers, fluff, S3
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A/N: Okay YES, I LOVE this idea. So cute I cannot T-T I hope I brought your vision justice!! Sorry it took me longer than usual to post this, my job got in the way BIG time.
As always if somethings doesn’t meet your expectations, I’ll happily re-write!
Enjoy~ 🤎
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The cheers of many drunken men and women echoed off the halls as they celebrated the Scout’s most recent victory.
Yes, many had fallen and suffered injuries worse than death itself, but this was the farthest humanity had come to a victory in…well…ever. So of course, a celebration was in order.
The cadets from the 104th trainee corps all stood around their table, cheering and drinking and congratulating one another on their various deeds, finally at ease enough to relax and be themselves.
You smiled to yourself as you lifted your own mug to your lips, swallowing the burning bitter taste of whisky as it flowed down your throat. You felt good, for once. It had been longer than you’d liked to have admit since you allowed yourself an evening to let loose and enjoy your time in the present.
Downing your second drink, you quickly went to refill your mug before wandering around the mess hall; merely observing your comrades enjoy their rewarded night off.
Along the way, you caught many familiar voices in the crowd, which made you smile to yourself in relief.
Good, they made it back alive.
Seeing all these happy faces around you reminded you of a time that seemed oh so long ago. Back in the days you still had a bright glow of hope shining in your eyes. While you had more hope now than you’d had in years, you still couldn’t help but worry.
For the citizens of Paradis. For your companions. For your friends, and yourself. Would you live to see this war ended? Or would you join your late friends and meet their same fate?
Shaking your head, you sighed.
Tonight is about celebration. Letting go, and relaxing…that’s what I should be doing, too.
The longer you stood there lost in your own thoughts, the rowdier and louder it had become in the hall. Looking around, you found the main source of the sudden bombardment of cheers and shouts.
Between two tables stood Eren and Jean, fists gripping each other’s shirts as they sluggishly threw punches. You were tempted to intervene, but when you saw the calm look on Mikasa’s face near to where Eren stood, you let your posture relax again. The girl was usually so uptight about his safety, so seeing her relaxed reassured the two would be fine.
A presence to your left caught your eye, and you turned towards the man who now stood beside you.
“Evening, Levi,” you greeted softly.
He replied with a click of his tongue, his narrowed gaze never leaving the cadets to meet yours.
“I suppose they should be broken up. Again,” he scoffed, folding his arms.
“Perhaps…Just don’t go too hard on them.” You chuckled behind your drink. Finally Levi shot you a look from the corner of his eye, observing the way you brought the mug to your lips.
“I don’t suppose they had any of that?” He raised a brow, gesturing to your alcohol.
“Maybe they did, maybe they didn’t. It would explain the sudden and poorly executed fighting, but I wasn’t babysitting them, so I cant say.” You shrugged nonchalantly, taking another sip as you watched the two boys go at it.
Shaking his head, Levi left your side and strode towards them, but his scowl wasn’t as deep-set now.
“Oi,” Levi called out, now standing behind the brawling teens. Two swift kicks sent them rolling, clutching their sides and stomachs.
“Go to bed.”
The boys started to frantically scatter at his threatening tone, but poor Jean crumpled on the ground. The sound of him losing his dinner and drinks all over the floor made you turn your head away with a grimace, quickly making your way to the door leading out of the hall.
“And someone clean that up,” you heard Levi grumble before the large wooden door closed behind you.
The cool night air caressed your face in a gentle breeze, barely ruffling through your hair. Breathing in deeply, you closed your eyes for a moment; enjoying the quiet stillness that was now your surroundings.
Of course, the banter and chatter of the soldiers in the hall behind you resonated off the cobblestone street at your feet, but as muffled as it was you could pretend you were far away in your own world for a moment.
You started to walk aimlessly, just to enjoy the solitude and the peace that came with it. But after some time, a trio of voices caught your attention.
Stopping in an ally way, you peaked around the corner to see Eren sitting on a flight of stone steps with Mikasa and Armin; all lost in their own private conversation.
For a moment, you contemplated joining them to check up on them, but a sudden shift in shadows to your left had you muffling a gaps of surprise.
Weary grey eyes met your own, looking up at you from the ground where he sat. After regulating your breathing, you offered him a small smile; of which he merely nodded to.
Levi lifted a bottle to his lips and took a couple gulps from the container before setting it back down between his legs and looking over his shoulder towards the street outside the alleyway.
It seemed you weren’t the only one eves-dropping.
You slowly and quietly took a seat beside your Captain, still clutching your own mug in your hand as you leaned against the wall beside him. You both waited until the young trio had left the street to retire the night, leaving you and Levi alone in the near darkness the ally provided.
“Didn’t think you drank,” you commended dryly.
“Just cause I don’t drink at every given opportunity doesn’t mean I don’t drink at all,” he responded quietly, taking another small sip of his beverage.
“Fair enough,” you shrugged, mimicking him and taking a strong swing from your mug.
A silence fell between you for a moment while you gazed up at what little of the night sky you could see from the ally way, before your attention was snatched away by Levi’s sudden comment.
“I can’t understand how they do it. Maybe it’s because they’re so young…But they retain their hopes and dreams, even after all they’ve seen and done.”
You thought over his words for a moment before you replied.
“That they do. They sound so passionate when they talk about their ambitions. I think, with their determination, they’ll get there some day. The ‘sea’ I think Armin called it.”
Levi scoffed quietly, but not quite in disapproval. The expression on his face wasn’t one you could fully decipher.
“I tried that, once; having dreams and ambitions. All it got me was a pile of corpses.”
Pouting slightly, you lowered your head to stare down at your feet, bringing your knees closer to your chest.
“Life is hard. It’s a constant struggle. But if there’s something you truly want…Something or someone you truly love…You find a way to keep moving forward. To keep fighting for that cause. Eren, Mikasa, and Armin obviously have something they truly want, so they keep fighting and maintain their hope.”
Here you paused, thinking over how to word your next question.
“So how about you? You’re still here. You’re still fighting. So that means you have something you want to obtain. Or see. Or someone worth struggling for. What is it you dream about?”
Levi caught your adamant stare, his eyes widening slightly in surprise. He held your gaze as he thought, giving you the opportunity to really study and memorize his features.
Handsome features, you thought.
Finally, after releasing a sigh he seemed to have been holding in, he lowered his gaze down to the stone below him and fiddled with his bottle.
“I’m alive because I need to be. The people need something or someone they can look to for protection. That’s my job.”
“And?” You pressed.
“And? And what? That’s it.” Levi scoffed, shooting you a confused glare.
“No…I don’t think it is. Something’s keeping you fighting. I know you. Since we were children.” You chuckled around the rim of your mug.
Levi grumbled under his breath, making you stifle a laugh and cut him off.
“I’m not sure how much you’ve had to drink tonight, Captain, but I can promise you whatever you say will be kept between the two of us. Just like old times.”
Shooting you one last look from over his bottle, he rolled his eyes.
“Fine. I said, I suppose I’m still going on because I want to see those I…tolerate…live a life of peace some day.” He paused over his words for a moment, but finally met your eye and continued.
“There aren’t many, but for those few I’d do anything for.”
“Awe Levi, am I by chance one of these few?” you decided to lightly tease, leaning in closer to him.
Surprisingly, he didn’t try to pull away. Instead he stayed still, his shoulder brushing up against yours. You could smell the booze on his breath, but you hardly minded.
“Seeing as you’re the only one left alive that I’ve known nearly since birth, I suppose I tolerate you.” He huffed. “You’ve…been there for me, time and time again…I’m not sure what I’d do if you had died with them all those years ago.”
Grief clenched your heart, thinking back to your late comrades. They’d met their gruesome fate on your first exposition beyond the walls.
Lowering your gaze, you gently placed your head onto his shoulder. He flinched slightly in surprise, but again didn’t pull away.
“I miss them, yknow? I know you do, too. But we keep the memory of Isabel and Farlan alive by fighting on. We keep the memories of our late mothers alive by continuing to fight. And though we only recently learned of this, the same applies to your uncle, Kenny. We fight. Cause we have a reason to.” You sighed after you finished, as he remained silent.
For quite awhile, he kept his gaze trained on the ground between his feet, not speaking a word as he downed the rest of his bottle.
“You,” he whispered, suddenly, after awhile of tense silence.
“Huh?”
“You asked what else. What else I fight for, Keep going on for….I want to see you live the life you’ve always wanted.”
His whispered reply brought heat to your cheeks, and you tried your best to hide that with your coat collar.
“You don’t have to worry about me. You’re stuck with me wether you like it or not.” You chuckled, playfully bumping his shoulder to diffuse the sudden awkward tension that surrounded the two of you after his comment.
“Yeah, you made that pretty damn clear when you fought to be my lieutenant.” Levi hummed, his eyes on the now empty drink in his hand. His eyes shifted slightly, and his weight leaned against your shoulder gently. He might not have been sober at this moment, but you didn’t worry. He could handle his liquor well, you knew. But even still, his tipsy words ignited a spark within your heart.
Blushing slightly once more, you averted your gaze from his face down to your hands.
“Yeah, well…You didn’t refuse my request, when I went to Erwin about it.”
“A decision I contemplate every day.”
“Would you have said no, if you knew what you do now, back then? All the dangers we’d face, and the things we had to do?” You asked almost hesitantly.
He paused, seemingly in thought. “No. No, I never would have said no to you. And…I never will.” He finally murmured, nearly in a whisper with slightly rosy cheeks. From the alcohol, or from emotions, you’d never truly know.
But you could read between the lines of his words, and had to bite back a grin. You knew he wouldn’t like to have his words repeated back to him, albeit re-worded, so you kept quiet with the knowledge that maybe….just maybe….You weren’t the only one who had caught feelings after all these years working side by side with your best friend.
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Cal, my love, how are you???
If heard your call for Kaz x Reader requests. If LOVE to see what you come up with for Kaz x Grisha!Reader (I'm feeling inferno, squaller, or Durant, but obviously it's up to you!) where the reader gets sicker and sicker from not using their small science! It's such a fascinating concept to me and hardly ever explored!
Back To Normal- K.B x gn! Squaller! Reader
Okay, hi! It's been nearly two weeks since you sent this in and I did write it! Editing it just took me longer than I expected and I woke up after a nap last night to discover that I have a bit of a cold developing so I couldn't edit the remainder of it and post it like I'd hoped, but I got it done today so yay, I hope you like this one!
This concept is one I've never seen a fic for but one I've debated writing a fic around in the past because the concept in and of itself is a really intriguing idea to me, and this gives me an excuse to write it and also an excuse to write a squaller! reader, which I've thought about doing but have never actually done, so I was really excited when I saw this in my inbox! Thank you so much for sending this in, and if it's not exactly what you had in mind, feel free to reach out and let me know, I'll totally rewrite if you'd like lol.
Fic type- hurt/comfort with moments of angst
Warnings- mentions of sickness, frailness, feelings of weakness, heart palpitations, loss of appetite, and there's reference to the second chapter of Six of Crows so slight spoiler warning too for people haven't read the books
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As a Grisha, once your abilities to summon the small science were discovered, there were consequences for not summoning. You grew sick, your body grew weak, your bones fragile and you felt frail, even the smallest actions leaving you winded.
It was the universes way of punishing you for not using the gift you'd been given, another show of like calls to like. Refraining from summoning calls to sickness, and summoning calls to health.
You'd read Grisha theory, both in your time at the Little Palace before you left in the last few months before the war and in the time since, in the times wherein you needed something to read and happened upon a book containing Grisha theory and figured it would be good to pass the time.
You knew that you wouldn't last if you didn't summon, but you eventually stopped finding reason to. Nobody in the Dregs knew you were a squaller, and what good did wind do, anyway, unless it was summer and grossly humid as Ketterdam always got when the weather warmed up? You saw no point in using your small science, so eventually, you just stopped.
For a while, the differences weren't really noticeable. You didn't notice them, nobody in the Dregs noticed them, none of the crows did. You hadn't relied on your abilities as a Squaller since you'd lived in Ravka, and before you'd decided to stop, you mostly used them in summer or when Kaz needed a distraction in the middle of a negotiation in the rarer times they'd taken place outdoors, something to put the opposition a little on edge.
But then, they became noticeable. You stopped sleeping quite as comfortably as you used to, spending hours trying to get comfortable, trying to will your mind to quiet. You woke up and took to coffee to keep you awake, often running on between two and four hours to boot.
Because of your tiredness, dark circles developed under your eyes. Your appetite lessened and you grew to be tired all the time, even on a rarer night where your body rested for seven or eight hours. You still relied on the coffee even then, and Nina was beginning to take notice of the fact that you hardly ate.
Kaz had long taken notice of the exhaustion you exhibited even after jobs that you'd always considered pretty easy, ones that didn't require as much effort, as much physical strain, as the bigger heists always tended to.
Jesper had long taken notice of how much coffee you drank, the fact that you always seemed to have jurda on you even in the middle of the day, and Inej noticed it when your pace began to slow, afraid to walk at the pace you normally did because you didn't want to risk heart palpitations.
Wylan was beginning to notice when those heart palpitations kicked in, was the one to grab your hand and look at you, brown eyes silently trying to ask if something was wrong only to receive nothing in response.
One by one, each of the crows noticed something, and still, none of them said a word. They could've been wrong, they knew. All of them acknowledged that they could've been dramatizing things, making things out to be worse than they actually were.
The only one who was sure of the things they'd noticed was Kaz. You were someone who mattered to him. Of course he was going to notice if you were out of sorts. Observance was his pedigree.
So, one day, Kaz showed up at your door. "What's wrong?" He'd asked. "What is wrong with you, Y/N?"
You'd laughed, a lame, tired laugh. You'd barely slept three hours, and the long-term exhaustion was starting to finally have an impact. Kaz's tone was humorless, blunt like the edge of a knife gone too long without being run across a sharpening block.
It was normally gravel, normally coffee grounds being poured into a coffee press, but it was not that, not that day. It was the unsharpened edge of a knife, the voice that did not belong to the man you loved but rather to one they called Dirtyhands.
"What's wrong with me?" You asked. "Nothing, Kaz. Nothing is wrong with me."
"Exhaustion," Kaz said. "You drink coffee and chew jurda near constantly. You sleep hours after jobs that aren't even tiring. You are constantly tired because you can't sleep unless you are at the point wherein your body will die without resting. You get two hours most nights, four, six, on luckier ones. Nina has also noticed that you eat less lately. Wylan says you've been having heart palpitations and Matthias has noticed you zoning out. Why?"
"Why do I feel like that's a rhetorical question?"
"It's not. Stop trying to flirt."
"I'm not trying to flirt," you laughed again, a shallow, hollowed out version of the laugh Kaz recognized. "If I were trying to flirt, you'd know. I would know it was working because your cheeks would be tinged pink, which, of course, is something you'd deny."
Kaz laughed humorlessly once more. "What, are you sick?"
You paused. Some part of you had known he'd guess at that. With that realization came the one that he already knew why you were sick. Inej must've known, must've snooped for Kaz when the trust you shared was still developing. He was Kaz Brekker, and he had to know somehow, didn't he?
"You're a Squaller," he said, the words falling from his lips like they were something he'd forgotten, like the fact that you could summon the wind was something he'd merely heard and disregarded after having deemed it unimportant. "You're a Squaller, and you're one who hasn't summoned for at least six months. Why not?"
"I saw no point," you said. "Let me guess, though, you've known since I came in, since I joined up?"
"I've known since the night we confronted Bolliger about double dealing," Kaz said. "Geels, the negotiations. It was the day before--"
"The day before you came to me with the Ice Court proposition," you said with a nod. "I remember. What tipped you off?"
"The breeze," Kaz said. "It was late winter, and breezes like that are commonplace, sure, but after a bout of rain? Wind like that doesn't just happen. Especially not considering the fact that it nearly tipped Geels over, and Geels was nearly seven feet tall. It gave me something to use in the moment, and I just kind of noticed whenever you'd do it while I was falling short from then on. Nobody else knows."
"Well you'll need to grant me some leniency, Brekker. I stopped summoning because I didn't see a point."
"if the point of summoning is to keep you alive and healthy, I have to say, I see no sensible reason that one would stop," Kaz said. "You're deteriorating. I know you think it can't get any worse, but it can, and it will."
"I know," you said. "Relax. Let me find the proper time, when it doesn't feel like it'll be an inconvenience, and I'll give it a go."
Kaz looked at you solemnly for a minute before he nodded.
"Right, then," he said. "Work needs doing." He turned to go, and you watched him leave, not saying a word as he left, only closing your eyes and hoping for even another few moments of rest.
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The next time you summoned, it was June and you hadn't summoned in a year. You were sitting in Kaz's office, the window open as you discussed heist plans with him, Jesper, Inej, and the rest of the crows.
The heat was growing unbearable, so you willed a strong breeze to flow gently through the room, making the area feel a bit colder, much to everyones delight. Kaz shot you a look because Ketterdam in the summer was not prone to breezes on humid days like that one, and you felt some of the energy that was long gone move back into your system, a spark of joy and pride at your small science lighting up in your chest.
You allowed yourself a small smile as you leaned back in the chair you'd occupied.
You were still sick, still frail and tired and coffee-reliant, but you were getting back to normal. You decided, in the moment, that that was what mattered.
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Hi! This is my first time requesting anything! Can I request a Twilight fic where the reader is a female Quileute shifter, and some from the pack react to their physical changes after shifting?
Like maybe pre-shift, they start off shorter, maybe a bit chubbier or even scrawny but after they disappear for a while to go through the shifting process, they come back, and they've grown much taller and more toned and muscular like the rest of the pack.
I kinda want to focus on Leah, Paul, Embry, or Seth's reactions in maybe a headcanon form in monogamous relationships. Maybe they imprinted on the reader before the shift but weren't allowed to see them as they were having a really tough time with all the major physical changes.
Any of them are fine, whichever one or ones you feel most comfortable with. If you can do all or some of them, that's great, if you can only do one, that's cool too! Writing is time consuming and if you can't or won't write for 4 characters, I understand!
I apologize if this is too specific, but I've had this idea for such a long time! I love your work and hope you can figure out a way to write my kinda strange request! Don't feel pressured to write this quickly, I know you'll do great!
Characters: Seth, Leah, Paul and Embry
Note: I am slow at writing so bare with me here. I don’t really like this so I might go back and fix this later. Also this is fem!reader as requested :).
Warnings: slight cursing, mentions of homophobia, my writing, this happened in the storylines of Twilight, fear of rejection.
Embry 
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You were friends with Jacob, Embry, and Quil before they shifted. Quil never stopped contact with you, though was very little.  
You ended up running into them in the woods, they were shirtless, they didn’t do that before. You stormed up to them, demanding an explanation.  
Once he made eye contact with you, he froze. The Earth was ripped from him, gravity wasn’t what was keeping him here, it was her.  
You started shaking like you were about to shift. Quil forced Embry, despite him just imprinting, and Jacob to go get Sam. Embry wanted to protest, but he needed time to process what just happened. 
It was a few days before he saw you again. Poor boy was anxious the whole time. Sam brought you to officially meet the whole pack. 
When you walked in, he felt like he lost his breath. You were still you yet...different. 
You were taller than before; you were more toned and muscular like the rest of them. 
You were still pissed at the trio, but you understood why they avoided you now. To make the situation worse, or better, depends on how you see it, you made eye contact with Embry. You froze, the Earth was ripped from you, gravity wasn’t what was keeping you here, it was him. You were beyond confused on why you felt this way. You made eye contact with the rest of the pack, nothing. Why just Embry? 
“I suppose you and Embry should take a walk.” Even though Sam was alpha, he wanted to leave the imprint talk between the two wolves. 
Embry took your hand, walking you out of Emily’s house. You allowed him to drag you into the woods. You were walking for 15 minutes before you got fed up, yanking your hand back from his. 
“Are you going to explain what the fuck happened back there?” You demanded answers. You wanted to know why you felt like that when you made eye contact with just him. 
Embry turned to you and sighed. “Don’t freak out, ok?” 
“I’ll try.” You crossed your arms over your chest. 
“What happened when you made eye contact with me back at Emily’s is called imprinting.” He paused. You nodded him to continue. “Imprinting is like when you see them, they’re all that matters. It’s no longer gravity, they are the only one keeping you here. You’d do anything for them, their happiness, their safety. It doesn’t have to be a romantic relationship. It can be a brother, a best friend, a protector or something more. She’s you. For you, it’s me. I imprinted back when you stormed up to us in the woods.” 
You stood silent for a minute, letting it all sink in. “What do we do now?” 
“Well, if you don’t want it, we can reject the bond and move on.” You felt a pang of sadness at the mention of rejecting the bond, you knew he felt it too. 
“No, I don’t want to reject it. I don’t know what I want exactly, but we’ll figure it out along the way.” 
Leah
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Now, Leah had a hard time in general, her boyfriend leaving her for her cousin, the shift, her father's death, she couldn’t get a break. The last thing she expected was to imprint, and she definitely wasn’t expecting a woman.
You come over to Emily’s often to visit your brother, Jared. Despite visiting often, Leah never once made eye contact with you. She didn’t know why you wouldn’t look at her, but you did. You had a crush on her. You didn’t want to make it obvious because you scared what your brother thought. You just didn’t know you were horrible at hiding, well to everyone, but Leah.
Jared wasn’t happy about your little crush and he definitely wasn’t happy when Leah imprinted on you. It wasn’t homophobia, it was just you were his sister and he didn’t want you dragged into this world more than you already were. Boy, was he in for a big surprise.
Today, you decided to visit the pack. When you showed up, they were being unnecessarily mean to Leah. Quite frankly, you were fed up.
“What are your problems? As far as I know, she hasn’t done anything to deserve you being assholes to her.” The pack went quiet. “So, you bully her for no reason?” No response. “Idiots,” you mumbled.
Leah snickered at your comment. You looked at her, making eye contact. She froze, looking shocked. You look away, blushing. All of a sudden, your brother shot up from his seat.
“Oh, hell no,” he exclaimed. “I know that did NOT just happen.”
“What?” You looked between Leah and Jared. “What’s wrong?”
Jared stormed up to Leah. “You imprinted on my sister?!” Leah looked like she was struggling to get words out.
“You know we can’t control it, Jared. I’m just as shocked as you are.” She tried reasoning with your brother.
“Would someone tell me what’s going on?! What’s an imprint?!” You started shaking, not because of anger, you were stressed. It was obvious whatever Jared was upset about had something to do with you.
“Sam, she’s shaking!” Quil called out.
“Is she going to shift?” Seth questioned, slightly panicked.
“Leah, get her out of here.” Sam ordered. Jared was about to argue before Sam shut him down. “She’s her imprint, Leah is better off helping her.”
Jared let Leah help you, but not without complaining.
You ended up imprinting on her as well.
Once you were able to shift back, Leah saw how different you looked, more toned and taller, like her. She wasn’t going to deny it, she was into you.
She explained everything to you. The shifting, the imprinting, and what it meant for you.
You accepted the imprint, and gave her the world she deserves.
Seth
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You were the new girl at school, well, new-ish. You moved out when you were young, but you still struggling as you remember no one. You were having a hard time with the new school, no friends, and overall, new environment.
Seth just wanted to help the new girl out, he didn’t expect to imprint.
After talking with the pack, he decided the best way was to ease you into everything, but nothing goes as planned.
You ended up shifting at the end of your second week on the reservation. Poor baby Seth didn’t even know until Sam, Paul, and Jared came back from patrol with you.
By time Sam, Jared and Paul came back with you, it was only Seth, Leah, Emily, Quil and Embry there. Who knows where Jacob is.  As they walked in Emily’s house, everyone there glanced up with greetings then went back to what they were doing before.
“Are you boys hungry?” Emily questioned before she turned, spotting a new figure. “Who's this?”
Everyone looked up at you, making you shrink back into yourself from the unwanted attention. “That’s Y/N. She just shifted,” Sam answered as he made a bee-line towards Emily. She smiled as Sam kissed her.
Pulling away from Sam, Emily’s eyes immediately met yours. “Hi, I’m Emily, Sam’s fiancé.” She pulled away from Sam, placing chicken on a plate, setting it down on the table. “Sit, you must be hungry.” She gestured to the only seat left opened.
You took it with a small “thank you.” You sat next to Seth, feeling relieved to at least recognize someone.
Meanwhile, Seth was struggling not to make eye contact with you. He didn’t want the weight of the imprint bond put on you. Moreover, he feared rejection and the pain that came with it.
He noticed how different you looked after the shift. You were taller, tall as or taller than his sister. You were more toned and muscular. He never stared long, he felt like he was being a creep by staring.
You loosened up around the pack fairly quickly. You even got close with Leah, but Seth barely looked at you despite helping you the first couple of weeks you moved back.
One day, before patrol, you cornered him.
“Is there something wrong with me?” You demanded. You wanted answers and you wanted them now.
“No-”
“Then why won’t you look at me?” You interrupted. You knew you were being rude and hard on the sweet boy, but it was stressing you. Seth didn’t bother responding, he knew if he got it done and over with, you’d know and get the rejection over with.
When Seth made eye contact with you, making you freeze. When you snapped out of it, you wondered “what was that?”
He took a deep breath, “You imprinted on me. Imprinting is like when you see them, they’re all that matters. It’s no longer gravity, they are the only one keeping you here. You’d do anything for them, their happiness, their safety. It doesn’t have to be a romantic relationship. It can be a brother, a best friend, a protector or something...else. I’ve already imprinted. You don’t have to accept the bond; I don’t want to force you into anything.”
You went silent for a couple minutes. He thought you were trying to find a way to let him down easy. You weren’t, you were just trying to process what he just said.
“It’s alright if you don’t want to accept.”
You shook your head, instantly dismissing his worry about your refusal. “No, I think I want to try this out.”  
You swore you have never seen someone with a smile as big as his in that moment. He suddenly pulled you in a hug, but was welcome nonetheless.
Paul
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You were friends with Embry, Jacob, and Quil before they shifted. When Embry and Jacob disappeared, they kept little contact with you, but hey, it was something.
Every time you talked, they hinted at what they were. You were their best friend, they wanted you to know. What they didn’t know is you caught on pretty quickly to what they were, you just never said anything as it wasn’t your business.
You met Bella through Jacob while they were repairing the motorcycles together. When Jacob disappeared, she confided in you. She dragged you everywhere with her. This time, she dragged you to confront Jacob about what he was.
Jacob was asleep by time you got to his house, but Bella saw the rest of the pack outside and decided to confront them instead. Which led to where you currently were.
“What did you do?!” Bella stormed towards Sam, clearly on a mission here. You were only a step behind her.
“What did you do to him?” She shoved into Sam. There was a chorus of “Bella, stop”, “watch out”, and “easy”.
“He didn’t want this.” You stopped next to her, standing in between her and Sam, slightly.
“What did we do? What did he do? What did he tell you?” Judging by what Embry and Jacob told you, that was Paul and the shorter one next to him was Jared.
“Both of you calm down,” Sam tried calming the situation.
“He tells me or Y/N nothing because he’s scared of you!” Paul and Jared started laughing at this. Paul looked at you, making eye contact. His smile faltered. You barely caught it before Bella punched him.
“Bella!” You reprimanded her. Paul started breathing heavily. You had a bad feeling about this.
“I think we should move,” you tried tugging her out of the way.
“Bella, Y/N, get back!” You moved to the side, closer to Embry. “Paul, calm down.”
Then it happened.
He shifted.
Out of shock, you tripped over your feet and fell backwards. Embry came up behind you, pulling you out of the way.  
Everything was a blur, it was confusing. First, you were shaking, then you had paws? Were you a wolf?! Now, you were scared and confused.
Paul, in wolf form, trotted over to you, nosing you, completely forgetting about Bella. ‘Are you alright?’ his voice sounded like it was in your head.
‘What the fuck? Why is your voice in my head?’
‘We have a mind-link when we are in our wolf form,’ Paul responded. You looked up at him, freezing like he did just moments before.
Paul took you into the woods where he came from with the pack (minus Jacob). He taught you to shift back. Jacob gave you clothes beforehand.  
Yes, Paul turned as you changed because he’s a gentleman.
But clothes didn’t stop him from seeing the difference between you now and you before. Being a gentleman certainly didn’t stop him from complimenting you, we are talking about Paul here.
He, then, sat you down on the ground to explain everything, well, most things. He was shocked you know the majority about shifting and wolves.
When he explained imprinting, you were a bit tentative about the whole thing. You suggested going slow with the imprint thing, but you accepted it nonetheless.
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swissalbanianmiss · 1 month
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We all know Johnny boy was a Harvard man so could you write something inspired by the song Jello by Prettymuch? Him and reader at a frat party. They can be dating already or it could lead to a relationship but I’ll let you choose ☺️
jello | john marino
warnings: drinking alcohol, making out, mentions of weed, cocaine, cigarettes (but reader and john only drink), mentions of sex, very small amount of smut - not very detailed (virgin reader)
a/n: hey zemerrrr! thank you for the request. i'm sorry it took so long. i'm gonna be completely honest and say i've never been to a frat party or been around frat boys so i definitely had to watch some tik toks and what not lol. i also had never heard this song before this request but i loveeee fics that have some correlation to a song so thank you bb! i hope you enjoy. as always, my inbox is open for fic requests or anything else. te dua all!
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When I chose to come to Harvard to study anthropology, I never expected to date a frat boy and attend a frat party. I've never been much of a party girl. I met John in passing on campus four months ago. His phone died and he needed to call someone. I allowed him to use my phone and after doing so he slickly added his phone number to my contacts and texted himself. Later that night I got a text from him and we stayed up until 4 am getting to know one another. He asked me out on a date and since then we've been together.
I nervously make my way to the door. The music is loud and it reeks of weed, alcohol, and cigarette smoke. The first thing I see when I open the door is a guy doing a line of coke. I scrunch my nose in distaste. I look around at all of the girls outfits hoping I picked mine out okay. I wasn't completely sure what to wear so I decided to play it safe and went with black jeans that make my ass look amazing, a black tube top, a black jacket, and some small black boots with a slight heel. I have a little bit of silver Fenty beauty highlighter on my cheek bones and nose and a bit of clear lip gloss. I look around wondering how the hell I'm going to find John in this very busy party.
I put my hands in my pockets and make my way further into the house. I make my way through the crowd and finally see John. He's sitting at the table with a few of his hockey friends and some other guys. He's drinking out of a red solo cup and he has a hat on backwards. His typical hockey boy hair wings are sticking out of the sides and he's laughing at some joke. Even though we've been together for 4 months now, which is admittedly not a long time, I still get nervous when I see him. He must notice me standing here because he now is staring directly at me with a massive smile on his face. I make my way over to the table.
When you walked up to the table
Made me feel so unstable
"Hi, baby" He grins and looks me up and down. His eyes focus on my breasts but he almost immediately looks away. We've never had sex before and he hasn't tried to rush me which I am grateful for. "Hi, Johnny" I press a kiss to his cheek and he wraps and arm around my waist, pulling me to sit on his thigh. His friends all nod or wave at me in recognition. "Do you want me to get you a drink?" He asks, gesturing to the kitchen. "Okay, but nothing too strong." He nods. "I got you, babe. Just stay here, okay?" I nod and he sets me down on the chair, getting up and making his way to kitchen. Once he's out of sight one of the guys who was at the other end of the table gets up and comes to sit next to me.
"Hey, so you're Johnny's girl?" He looks me up and down, focusing on my breasts as slides his bottom lip between his teeth. I internally cringe and look around hoping John will be back soon. I pull my tube top up a bit more. "Yeah" I look around, avoiding direct eye contact with him. "Ya know, he's not here right now and I think you look really good right now. I'm honestly pretty jealous of John now that I see you." I shift in my seat uncomfortably unsure of what to say. Thankfully I'm saved by John returning. I turn and look at him but notice him harshly glaring at the guy beside me who was staring at my cleavage again. He quickly gets up and goes back to the other side of the table. I move so John can sit down and I sit back on his thigh. He presses a dramatic kiss to my lips as the boy now across the table stares at us.
And the way we jell together, make 'em jello
Everybody want a taste of what you got
"Here, it's lemonade with some vodka" He passes me a red plastic cup and I take a sip. It doesn't really taste like vodka which I'm grateful for. I notice John continuing the glance at the guy across the table. I grab his cheek so that he looks at me and I press a kiss to his lips. He deepens the kiss and I bring his bottom lip between my teeth. Usually I wouldn't love this amount of PDA but looking at my surroundings, it's a pretty normal thing to just make out like this in the open considering a couple not far from us is literally dry humping.
Johns hold on my waist gets tighter as he slips his tongue into my mouth. We both fight for dominance but he ends up winning. My confidence grows and I gently rock my hips into his. He pulls away in disbelief. We've made out plenty of times but it's never been like this. "Baby" he breathes out. I learn forward connecting our lips again. I've drowned out everyone around us. I can only hear the music and Johns heavy breathing. He moves so we're standing up and he grabs my hand, pushing through the crowd and to the stairs.
As we walk, many guys I've never seen before say hi or stupid stuff to him. I guess being the captain of the hockey team makes you more popular than I thought.
We make our way up the stairs to the second floor. He tries every door until we find an empty one. Inside the room is a bed and a desk that look pretty untouched. He closes the door and locks it. We're both quiet, the only noise is the muffled music and chatter from outside. He makes his way over to the bed and grabs me. He lays me down flat on my back and hovers over me. He presses a wet kiss to my lips and I wrap my arms around his neck. "Are you ready, baby? You wanna do this?" I nod.
"No, I need to hear you say it pretty girl."
"Yes, Johnny. I'm ready. I promise." I press kiss to his nose and smiles. He helps me take my jacket off and pulls my shirt over my head. He admires my black bra before he unclips it. He pulls away from my face to admire my breasts.
The scene skips and suddenly he's on top of me. His lower face is coated in my arousal as he pushes his condom covered dick into my pussy. He makes gentle love to me, being mindful of the fact that I'm a virgin. He doesn't take his eyes off of me the whole time we make love. He holds my hand and plays with my hair as he watches the way my body reacts to him.
No, I can't take my eyes off of you
Girl, the way you move
My legs wrap around his waist as I feel myself about to orgasm. Johns brown curls are stuck to his forehead as his eyes close in pure bliss. We both orgasm at the same time, our foreheads pressed against each others as we feel each other.
After a moment I open my eyes and look around the room. John has his head buried into my neck as he brings himself back to reality. I hear the muffled music again and the sound of laughter. Maybe this isn't the most romantic setting to have sex in for the first time but I don't regret it.
John pulls away from my neck and presses a kiss to my forehead before grabbing the tissue box off the desk to clean me up. We both quickly get dressed and decide it will be best if we leave this party and go back to his place for the night. He says he wants to worship my body for the rest of the night.
We exit the house party and run to his dorm a few streets away hand in hand.
Baby you're the truth
This one's for you
To celebrate your body
Said you got champagne in your room
For me and you
Yeah, you're the afterparty
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taeraeszn · 10 months
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Hi love 😋 Can I please request ZB1's reactions to their jealous s/o. I love your way of writing so much /actually. Have a good day and always rest bby 🤟🏻
how would zb1 react to their jealous s/o?
hi luv! thank you for the request and the kind comment! it really made my day :) i hope this fulfills your request! i was actually really excited to write this since i had lots of ideas in my mind that i could use for each member hehe
these scenarios are a bit longer than my usual ones so enjoy <3
warnings: mentions of food, lmk if there's any more!
kim jiwoong
jiwoong decided to bring over one of his friend's who you weren't a huge fan of, they were often rude to you and didn't bother to speak to you whenever they visited. but today you got even more pissed when they kept clinging onto jiwoong as if he was their boyfriend, worst was that jiwoong did absolutely nothing to stop them!
you could only sigh as you watched on. seeing how close they were really made you feel jealous when you were aware that jiwoong only loved you.
your heart couldn't handle the hurt inside, especially since jiwoong barely paid attention to you despite asking you to come over that day. in the end, your inside feelings won you over and you decided to leave early than you were planning on.
"babe? i'm leaving." you abruptly announced, rushing to the front door to put your shoes on
jiwoong quickly ran over, "why? did something happen?" he asked in a concerned tone. you tried to play it off like you weren't jealous a minute ago.
"oh nothing happened, i have something to do." it seemed to work and jiwoong kissed you goodbye. just as you shut his apartment door, you suddenly felt your heart ache
fast forward a few hours later, you were in your bedroom when you suddenly got a call from your boyfriend. you were hesitant to answer but nonetheless swiped to accept the call
"hello?" you heard shuffling on the other end
"babe be honest with me, you left because of my friend right?"
"how did you expect me to feel when they were all over you? the worst was that you didn't even stop them and let them touch you like that.." your voice cracked at the end
he sighed, "you know i don't love them like that. you are always the person that i love and want to be with. i'm sorry for not paying attention to you and your feelings. please forgive me (name). i love you."
rest of the members are under the cut!
zhang hao
you were able to find a day that accommodated the both of you despite hao's schedule as a member of zb1 and took that day to go shopping together and just spend time together as a couple
well that was what you were expecting to happen until one of hao's friend was also at the mall. his friend spoke mandarin so you had no idea what they were talking about
"hao? it's been so long!" they exclaimed. hao seemed surprised and greeted them
"it really has! how come your in seoul?" and before you knew it they began conversing in mandarin leaving you confused on what else that they were saying
hao then turned to face you, "babe, is it ok if i hang out with them? it's been a while since i've seen them and i want to catch up."
it would be a lie to say that you were happy with this, but even still you allowed him and they left together
all your planning went to waste as it was thrown away that quickly. you were so thrilled to meet up with your boyfriend and find a date that both of you were free on. you knew it would be even more harder to find another day since he had a comeback and a tour approaching
you shut off your phone for the day and headed home on the bus with mixed emotions, mostly jealousy
at around night time you were sitting in your living room when the doorbell suddenly rang, you were surprised that someone was here this late but when you opened it, it was hao!
"uh, hi?" he showed you his recent calls that you missed
"i called you four times today, how come you didn't pick up?" his voice sounding very firm
"oh i thought that you were busy with your friend.." you didn't even mean to say that but it slipped out, hao raised his brow at this
"what?" you shrugged replying, "i don't know. i was excited to hang out with you today knowing it'll be hard to do this again only for you to leave me stranded to hang out with someone else."
hao's frown slowly disappeared as he cupped your cheeks, kissing you gently. "i'm sorry baby. i didn't know you were this hurt over the situation. i promise we can find another day to meet up, i'll make it up to you."
sung hanbin
you decided to stop by the wakeone building to deliver the food you brought for the members after a long day of practice that burnt out the boys
hanbin had also personally asked for you to visit since he missed you, and of course you listened and did exactly that!
you were holding two bags of food in your hand and headed up to the practice room
just as you opened the door, everyone gasped at the food and ran towards you, hanbin being especially excited to see you more than the food
"you guys must've been hungry..." you said, watching as everyone stuffed their faces with the food you bought. gyuvin nodded, "yeah we barely had anything today!"
you then felt a hand touch your shoulder, as you turned to your side, hanbin was right there
"thank you love." he said, pecking your temple.
"of course! you all deserve it after working so hard!"
as they finished eating, they returned to practicing again. you were about to leave when hanbin stopped you at the door
"don't go yet!" he pouted, "at least watch our new choreography!"
you couldn't resist your hamcat boyfriend and decided to stay for a little longer than planned
but what you weren't expecting was a backup dancer that arrived. the music played and one of hanbin's part involved a solo dance with them. his hands were all over them and you could only watch in shock
it was as if you paused in real life, did you actually witness that? you couldn't help but feel jealousy seeping through you
as the music finished, everyone gave hanbin and the dancer compliments and cheers. hanbin then approached you where you were feeling less cheerful than before
"hey what's wrong?" he asked. you shook your head, "nothing. it's just...i wasn't expecting your solo dance to be with someone else."
he then chuckled, showing off his cat whiskers, "don't worry babe. it's just a dance. i don't have any actual feelings for them when i have you."
seok matthew
you've been noticing that matthew has been in the wakeone building more often than usual. he would usually be able to hang out with you but it had been nearly three weeks since you last saw each other
you didn't think you did anything wrong so you were puzzled as to why matthew hadn't proposed a date to go on. you've also been noticing that matthew was sending you lots of voice chats of him singing, sharing how well he was doing
so one day you decided to reach out to one of his members and see what was going on
the contact you called the most was taerae, matthew's 02 friend. you pressed the call button and waited
about 5 seconds later, taerae picked up and gave you a cheerful hello
"hey taerae! i was just wondering, what has matthew been up to recently?"
"matthew? i thought you would know since you two are dating."
"yeah but the past few weeks he's barely texted me and when he does their just voice chats sharing some songs he sang." you heard taerae chuckling on the other end
"oh he must've done that after meeting with that new vocal trainer." new vocal trainer?!
"huh?" taerae once again laughed, "he didn't tell you? he hired his own vocal trainer, they've apparently worked with huge artists."
you understood that it was his job to sing but he wasn't meeting up because of this? you didn't know why but your heart starting beating quickly, worried over matthew losing interest in you
"oh...okay. thanks for telling me taerae." you hung up.
the next hour you got a call from matthew, you were thrilled but still side eyeing him
"hey matt." you said, he noticed your lack of enthusiasm right away. "what's wrong?"
you sighed, "i heard you were getting trained by a new vocal trainer, is that why you've haven't asked to go on any dates?"
"i know and i'm sorry we haven't honey. i'll cancel my training tomorrow to make time for you. your always my first priority and i'm sorry for neglecting you."
kim taerae
you and taerae were walking in the park together, promotions had just wrapped up and the first he thing was call you to ask if you wanted to meet up, of course you agreed!
he was telling you about all the new friends he recently made while at the music shows, it made you proud to see taerae living out his long time dream of becoming a singer
but just as you were about to speak, someone else called out taerae's name from afar
you noticed that taerae smiled at his name being called. his cute dimples popping out right away
"taerae! it's such a coincidence that were both at the park!" the person exclaimed, taerae giggled, "right?"
as they continued talking, you felt as if you were absent since he didn't even say anything to you, it wasn't until you introduced yourself as taerae's partner that the person acknowledged your existence
"oh. hi." was all they said to you before returning to their conversation with taerae
and after that it became a date with those two with you as the third wheel, just trailing behind them as if this wasn't your date with taerae
taerae seemed really happy to talk with them so you didn't want to barge into their conversation, but it still hurt you how taerae was ignoring you
you couldn't take it anymore and tapped your boyfriend's shoulder. he turned and faced you
"i'm heading home, something urgent happened to my sister." you lied, taerae tried to stop you but you were already far gone
you began walking to the nearby station to head home. just as you were about to enter the train, you heard someone shouting at you from behind
"(name)! (name)!" you could immediately recognize the voice to be taerae's. you were hesitant to speak to him
"please don't go, i know nothing happened to your sister. i'm sorry for ignoring you, i admit it's my fault." he said
"i understand that taerae but you barely spoke to me after your friend noticed you. i was really looking forward to spend some time together."
"i know, please tell me whatever i can do make up for this. i love you so much, i can't imagine a life without you."
shen ricky
you were hanging out at the dorms with the members, ricky had invited you since he wanted you to be there as they were going to watch that reality show you've been telling him all about
the lights dimmed and the show played on the screen, everyone was coddled up in blankets with you cuddled up next to ricky
but you noticed that ricky's phone would continuously brighten as he received a notification on wechat. you didn't think too much of it at first but it got to the point where every second it would occur
even gyuvin began to yell at ricky to get his phone or leave it in his shared bedroom
eventually ricky checked it, a smile tugged at his lips reading the notification
curiousity got the best of you as you couldn't even focus on the show playing, your mind filled with thoughts of the worst. you knew ricky would never do anything like cheating but your naturally an overthinker
just then, ricky got up to pick up a call. making the members sigh in relief that they wouldn't have to deal with the notifications during the show
instead of staying in your spot you went to investigate and caught ricky speaking to someone in mandarin. you heard him chuckling and pacing around his dorm room
but before you could return to your spot, the door swung open and you were met with a confused ricky
"what are you doing here?" he asked
"who were you speaking to?" you replied, completely ignoring his question
"oh it was just a friend! they arrived back to shanghai and wanted me to know."
you were still unsure, "but they were texting you a lot when we were watching the show."
"they were telling me every detail of their trip but then decided to call me instead." the way ricky calmly explained the situation made you feel much more at ease. he even showed you their conversation and translated everything
"oh..i was just overthinking the situation." you shyly responded. he ruffled your hair and chuckled
"we tell each other everything right? i don't want you to think that something has come between us."
kim gyuvin
you've noticed that gyuvin was posting on his story a lot, most of them including someone you've never seen before. most of their stories consisted of their hangouts and selfies of them together
at first you didn't mind it but gyuvin gradually began replying slower to your texts or taking hours to even read them, sometimes he'd even read them but not reply. but whenever he did read them, you'd see that he posted on his story with that same person
jealousy got the best of you, how come he couldn't make time to message you but hang out with this person nearly everyday?
not to mention that gyuvin has never acted like this before. he always replies to your messages quickly and didn't just leave you on seen for hours on end
in response to this behaviour, you just stopped messaging him or even contacting him. it was totally out of character for you to do this but this was what you thought was the best decision
and before you knew it, you were getting bombarded with texts from your boyfriend, continuously asking why you haven't texted him and what you were up to, it made you smile
but you weren't responding to them like he did. you thought that was the end and shut your phone off, not even an hour later he called you. you couldn't decline it and picked it up
"hey, why haven't you responding to my text messages? i miss youuuu."
"why haven't YOU been messaging me as often?" you replied
"what do you mean?" is he trying to act like this past week hasn't been him ignoring you for something else?
"don't act coy, i saw the stories you posted with someone else when we've haven't seen each other in so long. have you been purposely not replying to my texts?"
"of course not! they were studying abroad in australia and recently returned to korea so i've been wanting to catch up with them. i'm sorry if you got the wrong idea though babe. if you want, i can cancel all my plans next week to dedicate it for you, and only you."
"i would love that."
park gunwook
at lunch time you were planning on heading to gunwook's homeroom to see if he was available, but he unexpectedly wasn't there
you approached one of his friends and asked but they informed you that gunwook had actually left early
you did a whole circle around the school but still couldn't find your boyfriend. this was odd since gunwook was always waiting for you in his homeroom so you two could eat lunch together and just spend time together
you thought he was busy playing soccer in the field so you went outside, but to your surprise, gunwook was with someone else
as you got a bit closer you saw that they were sitting on a bench, giggling with one another. you noticed how the other person nudged gunwook's shoulder as they were laughing at something
it made your heart sting for no reason, gunwook always dedicated his lunch time to you, he would've told you beforehand if he was going to be with someone else
the only thing you could do was watch from afar, you weren't being replaced, right?
but just as you were going to head back inside, you heard gunwook call your name
"oh great.." you whispered. he began running after you and catched up to you in a few seconds, soccer really does help with his fast pace
"what are you doing here?" his adorable grinned showed
"uh, nothing really, i was just looking for you."
"ah, i see! i was showing around my friend who recently transferred to our school. we went to middle school together and haven't seen each other in a while."
suddenly all the jealousy you had evaporated as you worried over nothing
"oh okay! i'm glad you two met again!"
"me too! but i promise tomorrow we can spend lunch time together. i'm sorry for not telling you beforehand." gunwook could never fail to make you smile
"deal!"
han yujin
you and yujin were in the same homeroom class which meant you could see your boyfriend more often in school, so you thought that when you had a project to do in class, yujin would choose you as his partner. but that wasn't the case at all
he ended up working with someone who you had a bad past with, that person was never nice to you and had a crush on yujin for a while before you two began dating. they got even more angry when they found out about your relationship
after that day, each time you would ask to walk home together or head out to get food at lunch, he would decline to be with them and work on the project
before you knew it, jealousy began brewing inside of you. you understood that there was a project they had to complete but even after the project was completed, they continued to hang out.
it got to the point where yujin would stop walking home with you and instead with them. they were enjoying it too, giving you smirks whenever they left together. you felt neglected by your own boyfriend
after that you gave up on trying to get your boyfriend's attention. you stopped messaging, calling or speaking to him in school.
yujin noticed this and tried multiple times to talk to you but you would leave class early and head to the academy instead of straight home
one day yujin couldn't handle it and approached you before you could leave.
"can we talk?" he asked. his tone sounded serious so you agreed, he took you out to the hallway where it became a ghost town
"why have you stopped speaking to me? do you know how much i missed seeing you?"
you sighed, "i don't know, it seemed that you were pretty happy speaking with them instead and going home with them."
yujin then realized what you were talking about. you were jealous, he giggled and held your hand
"i'm sorry for ignoring you. they kept asking if we could go places together but i didn't know how you felt."
"so will you walk home with me today instead?" you crossed your arms playfully. he looked down and smiled, then nodding
"yes. from now on."
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TMNT (Bayverse) Headcanons: Fem!S/O Meets Master Splinter
@freakishfandomfiend said:
Could I get a request of Master Splinter meeting the turtles S/O and absolutely falling in love with her, wanting to adopt her immediately and telling the boys that they better marry her. Or something cute and sweet to that effect.
PS: prefer Bayverse or 2003 turtles
I got you! What a nice submission! I'm pretty backed up on posts now and finals are whooping my ass, so I've been pretty slow on updating and such (not to mention the last chapter of serendipity is still in the works, ugh)
Anyhoozle, I did this one a little different! It's still a long-shot, but instead of making individual one-shots for the boys, i wrote a universal one for all 4 of them at the bottom after all the hc's! I honestly hit writer's block when it came to writing the meeting splinter bit to be unique to each turtle 4 different times, so you could say i took the easy route LMAO
anyway I'll stfu
Leonardo
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Acceptance from his father is an absolute must
Like seriously if Splinter doesn’t like you
You gotta go
He was still wondering when the good time would be for you to meet his Sensei and father
He’s been able to keep it on the low amongst his brothers (they promised not to say anything, though Mikey is walking on thin ice right now,)
Theyre just so intrigued on how mr perfect got a girlfriend first
He’s now the guinea pig for the other brothers. The blueprint. Of what you should (or shouldn’t) do when bringing your girlfriend down to the lair to meet Master Splinter for the first time
But when you tell him you love him for the first time, he knows he has to tell his father at some point
Lucky for you that some point is right now
He confesses to splinter about you, and he wants to meet you.
Its the first thing he wants to do, because well, you’d better be a good girlfriend to his son
Especially his lil Leo
He would hate it if you brought stress to Leo’s already stressful life, so he has to meet you
To read you, to see what you’re about
So as you make your way down to the lair for the first time you’re anxious, scared, nervous, everything. 
“Love, don’t be so nervous. Just…be yourself.” It’s this followed by a soft kiss on your lips that gives you the reassurance you need to meet his Sensei.
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Raph- to no surprise- is the first to get a girlfriend.
It’s not a shocker to his brothers, I mean, he always did have a way with the ladies (according to Mikey,)
Plus, he has that bad boy / hidden softie persona that girls would fall head over heels for
Splinter’s ultimatum is that if you can get Raph to like you enough to even date you, you were alright in his book
Because Splinter doesn’t have to worry about Raph’s intuition, he follows after Leonardo
He knows when someone’s bad news, and you were most definitely not bad news
Raph is actually pretty quick to getting you and Splinter to meet
Because he wants- no- needs his father’s blessing
“Splintah gotta know, baby. I just…I’m…what if he doesn’t approve?”
You can feel Raphael’s nervousness seep through his words, and you give him a soft smile, and squeeze his hand, to let him know that a father knows best. He would not disapprove of something or someone that made his son happy
Unless she was the enemy…then uh…yeah no.
Splinter’s blessing matters a lot to him. He didn’t care what Leo thought about another human being so close to them, what mattered is that Splinter gave his blessing 
And once he gives his blessing, it’s final. No if ands or buts about it
He brings you down one evening, after a lecture from Leo that any human they interact with, must meet Splinter
It just happened to be that you were his girlfriend
He brings you over, the first time you go in the sewers of New York
You greet his brothers, all shocked that you’re actually down here. That Raph’s girlfriend was about to meet their master
You see a large rat in a room, and once Raphael calls out to him, you see him walking slowly over to you, eyes filled with curiosity
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Donnie is seriously nervous introducing you to his sensei
You ARE the first girlfriend. Donnie got a girlfriend first. 
Surprising, I know. You would think it would be Raph or even Leo.
But anyway
He’s afraid of what he’ll say
Because for some reason, Donnie usually expects the worst. 
But, he’s always surprised of the things Splinter says, because like I said, he expects the worst
He’s scared Splinter doesn’t like you and forbids any contact with you
Or that Mikey would open his big mouth before you could even meet Splinter
Or that you and him don’t last long after and this whole introducing you to his father thing would be pointless
“Donnie, I’m not going anywhere.” He’s relieved to hear this. You weren’t planning on leaving him any time soon. Or any time at all. 
Donnie practices exactly how he’ll introduce you to his father. He goes through many dialogue options, eventually realizing that he cannot predict what his father will say when he first meets you
All of that doubt running through Donnie’s head comes to a halt when Splinter lays eyes on you for the very first time. 
He knows it, that you’re the one for his son. 
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Mikey isn’t as nervous as his brothers to introduce you
He psyches himself out when he doesn’t know what Splinter’ll say or how he’ll react to you 
“But…but what if he doesn’t accept you, Angelcakes?”
He doesn’t know for sure, if he will or not
He’s usually optimistic, unlike Donnie, but right now, he was thinking of the what-ifs. 
Because, well, he and his brothers didn’t have to worry about introducing their girlfriend to Splinter. Mikey is the first. 
He doesn’t have any advice from his three brothers, only a “good luck with that” from Raph when he mentions it. 
Master Splinter had not expected any of them to have a girlfriend, so he did not give them the run-down of how to introduce them or the formalities when they do
So he’s sort of left to do things himself. 
Since he’s the first. Mikey got the girl first. 
He hypes himself up on the way to the lair, then immediately searching for master Splinter and boasting about you and all your good qualities
But, Splinter doesn’t need to know that. He knows just by looking at you. 
“It is a pleasure to meet you.”
You decide to be formal. As your boyfriend had told you, it's something his father is so used to being. Splinter often is formal, never using slang or harsh language. He’s proper, always has been and always will be. You’re the first to speak, because Splinter is too busy observing you. Looking at you, looking into you. Trying to map you out and see what you’re about all with one stare. It’s something he’s good at, something that his other sons envy him as he’s a pro. 
You wonder what’s going through your turtle’s head, the way he’s looking at his Sensei and father, wondering what’s going to come out of his mouth. He’s waiting for the climax of this whole thing, and it’s driving him mad on the inside. 
Splinters eyes meet yours after taking your presence in, and you feel mildly uncomfortable whilst making eye contact. Just like your boyfriend, you’re not wondering what’s going to come out of Splinter’s mouth. Up until this point, he has not known of your existence. The mutant turtle was keen on keeping you a secret from his father for the time being. He needed time. Time to be with you and see if you would potentially pass the rest of meeting his father. 
So as Splinter begins to speak, you’re surprised by what he says. 
“I always knew you would get into a relationship first, my son. Do not tell the others.” Splinter says, smiling as his wrinkles fold every which way on his face. Splinter has told each of his sons things like this before. 
That Leo was destined to be the leader
That Raph was always going to be the most passionate for things he loved
That Donnie would become the genius of the family
That Mikey would have the biggest heart. It’s not something he hides. 
But this relationship bit? Yeah, don’t tell his brothers about that. 
“Oh thank god-“ It feels as though a big weight has been lifted off the terrapin’s shoulders, as he’s now engulfing you into a soft embrace. Splinter doesn’t have to say anything else to know that you were accepted by him. And by the way his son acts around you in comparison to the rest of his brothers? How calm he is around you? Yeah. Splinters more than okay with it. That you get to be his son’s first girlfriend. 
But, he has a funny feeling about one thing. 
“I’m assuming she’ll be your only girlfriend?” Splinter states, giving you a small smile and his son a devious wink. It confuses the hell out of your boyfriend, and when you catch on to what his father means, you’re both laughing with each other, already finding common ground and things to bond over. 
After meeting the turtle’s Sensei, your boyfriend leaves you to go on patrol with the rest of his brothers, as Splinter mentioned he would love to get to know you more. After all, it’s not everyday he talks to a human that isn’t April or Casey. 
You wind up talking in the dojo, whilst white noise plays in the background and you get to know one another over tea. He tells you things about his son- your boyfriend- things that he hopes you can help with. 
All of his sons have a bad habit or two that he thinks you’d be able to alleviate them from. 
Leonardo overworks himself to be the best he can be. 
Raphael carries the world's problems on his shoulders. 
Donatello gets lost in his lab and loses track of time, often letting himself go in the process. 
Mikey needs to focus more on things that matter in the long run. 
“I often wonder if my sons will ever feel this emotion we call love. I’ve taught them everything, but to love a woman.” Splinters voice falters, as he seems to be beating himself up for the fact that he failed to teach his sons a crucial part of life. As bad as it may sound, he assumed they wouldn’t be able to find it. That humans will never see them as anything but ugly. 
So he’s grateful for you. 
“While I hope my other sons get their turn in loving a woman, I am glad one of my sons has been able to properly love.  you,” He takes a sip of tea, glancing at the Ifamily portrait that sits atop a shelf in the corner of the dojo, a shrine of kinds.
 “…without any guidance from me. It is truly admirable. He has made me one happy old rat.” You can’t help but giggle softly at that last part. 
“I can see through you, miss Y/n. I can see you. For what you are. That is why I accept you.” Splinter is very in tune with his intuition, there was no doubt about it. So much so, that you were dying to know what he meant by that. 
“If I may ask…what do you see?” 
And…he tells you. 
He sees an accepting woman in front of him. One that gives those the benefit of the doubt before anything. That he can tell that’s how you started your relationship with his son. He just knows that they struggled with grasping the fact that you were attracted to him, despite being a mutant turtle. Despite the roughness of his skin, you still accepted him. Despite the difference in height and appearance, you still accepted him. That you wanted this. You wanted a relationship, not out of pity, but because you had fallen in love. You’d fallen in love with one of the four mutant brothers. 
He tells you the story of how they became to be who they are today. You’ve heard this story from your mutant boyfriend, but it’s something about the way Splinter describes it- from his point of view, that gives you a newfound respect for the entire family. Their sensei had raised mutants to be something so special, not even realizing it until they went to the surface for the very first time. 
You continue to converse, and time seems to pass you both by. It had to have been an hour or two, because the Lair doors open, and three brothers are helping one turtle to the couch, obviously in pain. 
It hits you that it’s your boyfriend. 
As Splinter sees the look of concern on your face, you immediately rush to the turtle’s side, already ordering his brothers around to get ice from the freezer, the med-kit from the lab, and bandages from the cabinet. It is now where Splinter sees how gentle you are with his son, that he could almost hear wedding bells. 
It was beautiful to see the way you handled him with such care, like a mother. How nurturing you were, and how you gave him a kiss when you were finished, helping him up and getting him to his room to rest. That’s what he needed. After a lot of TLC from you, he needed rest. 
So when you emerge from your boyfriend’s room, relieved that he’ll be okay, Splinter commends you on your actions. 
That he knew you would do that. It’s the type of person you are- he’s seen that when looking at you. 
“Thank you, for tending to my son.” He takes your hands in his paws, smiling gently at you. 
He has fuzzy hands. 
As you decide to spend the night with the guys in the Lair, Splinter sneaks past you as you converse with the remaining three turtles in the living room while grabbing an ice pack, and walks over to his son’s room. 
He watches as the turtle groans in pain from the bed, the ice pack already melted, and his ankle elevated for proper blood flow. How he sits there, slightly defeated, but grateful that his girlfriend went all doctor on him. 
“May I ask you something, my son?” He makes his presence known, as the turtle’s face scrunches in confusion, but gives a weak nod for his sensei to continue.
Splinter strokes his beard, before giving him that gentle smile he and his brothers have all come to know and love, “when is the wedding?” 
“Dad!” You overhear their conversation as you walk up the stairs, and you stop in your tracks, wondering what your boyfriend would say. 
“Too soon? My apologies,” You hear Splinter chuckle weakly, before continuing,  “She is very nice, my son. Caring, nurturing, everything that men search for in a woman. Treat her right, and marry her. She will bring nothing but joy to your life, I can tell.”
It ends with a laugh coming from your injured boyfriend, “I plan on it.”
It’s enough to make your heart soar. Splinter is now the unofficial wingman for you, and you hope your boyfriend holds up to that plan. Because honestly, spending the rest of your life with him was something you daydreamed about. 
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crowborn666-writes · 1 year
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Could I request a one-shot of platonic Aizawa comforting his student who accidentally reveals a bunch of old sh scars? I myself have a bunch of scars on my neck and arms that are very noticeable, and I've always been self-conscious about them. I'd just really like some fluff and comfort.
I completely understand if you're not comfortable writing about this, so feel free to ignore.
Hero Suit
(Of course dear!!! I’m more than happy to write you some comfort <3 hope your days are well!)
Aizawa x Student!Reader
Genre: Comfort, Fluff, Platonic
Summary: Your hero suit didn’t come back how you wanted, and your teacher offers some advice.
TW/CW: mention of sh scars, of depression, and of insecurity
(Your gender should not be mentioned in this, tried to keep it gender neutral as usual!)
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You frowned down at the fabric on your skin, not liking how short the sleeves were, nor the lack of a stretchy turtleneck on the collar. You’d designed it that way for a reason, and of course whoever was in charge of your suit messed it up.
Sighing, you habitually glanced around for your jacket, only to remember it was in the locker room.
“(Y/n), seems you change quick.” Aizawa commented, marking you as present on the clipboard he had.
“Yes, sir. The others shouldn’t be too long now, although I heard Mineta causing trouble from the hallway.”
“Of course he was.” Your teacher sighed.
You were thankful he had the clipboard in hand, nerves of him noticing starting to creep up on you.
Anyone who’d noticed before either asked too many questions, made a big deal out of it, and some decided to make you feel bad about them.
You turned away, anxiously awaiting your other classmates arrival when you felt a gentle hand grasp your arm and lift.
Oh no…
Aizawa was glancing over the pale, faded lines that cut across your skin, expression unreadable aside from his lips having been pulled into a thin line.
He let go at the first slight tug you gave, his hand falling back to his side as he glanced to your exposed neck next.
“…Have you had any urges lately?”
You quietly shook your head, staring up at him like a deer in headlights.
Aizawa nodded. “You don’t have to hide your scars, but if you still want to, we’ll have your suit fixed as soon as possible.”
“…Okay.”
Your teacher offered you a small smile. “I’m here if you need to talk. You’re not the only one who’s insecure about their scars.”
Days came and went, but when one particular lunch rolled around you were nearly dizzy. Too much for one day, you got your lunch and poked your head into Aizawa’s classroom. He’s offered to let you eat in there if you or anyone else got overwhelmed.
He gave a small wave from his desk, sipping on his coffee as he graded papers.
You took your usual seat, a small sigh leaving you as you set your things down. You ate quietly, rather quickly, and it didn’t take Aizawa long to notice.
“Bad day, (Y/n)?”
You nodded first, but quickly followed it up with a “Yes.”
“You’re free to talk about it.”
Silence followed after that, debating on where to start or if you even wanted to talk about your thoughts.
“Just… dealing with some sensory overload, I guess. The sleeves of my uniform are making my wrists itch, and I think someone saw the scars on my neck cause they kept staring…”
Aizawa nodded along, silent as to hear you as your voice grew quiet in some spots.
“Well, you’re free to stay in here and relax. Next class is hero training, right? I hear they fixed your hero suit, so hopefully that’ll help.”
You nodded with a smile, watching as Aizawa stood to shut the door as a few louder students walked through the halls.
You were glad to have him as your teacher, so in tune with his students’ needs, even if it never seemed that way at first.
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babies and bahrain | c. leclerc
pairing: charles leclerc x reader word count: 4.4 words request: yes, by anons: "hii bestie can i get a fic where the reader and charles are guardians of their godchild and on the child calls them mommy and daddy for the first time? i love your writing btw I’ve been binge reading your fics." & "hii can i request a soft fluffy charles fic? i love your writing style 💕" & "hello! can we have a imagine with reader and charles with a long term relationship at bahrain gp 2022? 🥺" warnings: kids, fluff, angst, death(mentioned only), car crash (mentioned only), language (like one or two), hospitals. a/n: i am finally posting something. i've been hating everything i write lately, but hopefully it's only temporary because i want to work on something to celebrate when we (hopefully soon) hit 3k. literally can't believe i'm typing that. we're so close to three thousand, what the fuck. also, i have no idea how the legal system works, let's remember that this is all fiction, please.
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the moment violet was born, you and charles fell in love with her. the first few months of her life you would visit the new parents every chance you could. caroline and nolan were close friends of charles, and they instantly welcomed you into their group when you and charles started dating. charles loved violet, he’d always get her every baby-related thing he saw wherever he went. dolls, princess onesies, toys, anything that reminded him of her.
you were the same, offering to babysit when your friends wanted some alone time, or wanted to go out for a date. often, the five of you would go out to kid-friendly spots.
‘violet needs to spend time with her favorite aunt and uncle’, charles would say. every chance he got, she was in his arms. caroline would always laugh, chastise him and tell him she would get used to being carried. 'good thing i have strong arms, then.' he'd reply, pressing his forehead against the baby's head.
it wasn't a surprise when you and charles were asked to be her godparents, but you were still over the moon when you arrived at their house and saw violet wearing a shirt that read ‘will you be my godparents?’. you and charles hugged the -then- six-month-old baby and her parents, promising to take care of her as much as you could. 
the day everything changed, it started just like any other. you were in italy with charles, he had some duties at the ferrari museum in maranello, so you took the day to explore the city, seeing ferrari plastered on almost every wall. you entered a small shop and were instantly drawn to a plushie of a cat. violet loved cats. well, they didn’t have any pets, but everytime she saw one on tv she always yelled in delight. you picked it up and paid for it, walking to the museum to wait for charles.
you had a special badge around your neck, so security let you through without too much trouble. you sat on a bench outside, grabbing your phone to check if you had missed anything. you were scrolling mindlessly when you saw an unknown number calling. you recognized the area code as one in france. you frowned but picked up anyway.
-
you’d always wondered how you’d act in case of an emergency. you’d seen so many tv shows and movies where the characters ran through the hospital, some screaming, asking where their loved ones were, others in shock. you never thought, never hoped, to be in that position one day.
your heart was beating fast, pounding inside your chest as you held onto charles’ hand. he was almost running, following the signs until he reached a nurse station.
in shock. in case of an emergency, you were the one in shock. your eyes were glossy as you let charles guide you to the icu, you could hear him mumbling under his breath, but couldn’t understand what he was saying. you could see the automatic doors that led to the icu, you gripped charles’ hand before walking in, making him halt his steps.
he turned to look at you, he had small tears in the corners of his eyes. you threw your arms around his neck, pulling him down and hiding your face in his neck. the tears fell freely, you could feel his chest shaking as well.
“we have to go in,” charles said, still holding on to your waist. you nodded but didn’t let go of him. “we-we have to find out how they are, and-”
an unmistakable soft whimper made its way into your ears, charles paused mid-sentence and you both turned your heads to the side.
“violet!” charles said, you both ran to the woman who was carrying your goddaughter. ten-month-old violet’s eyes were wide open, you could see the terrified look on her face as she was in a completely unknown place with strangers. “is she okay?” he asked.
“she’s alright. she’s been checked by the pediatricians and everything seems fine,” she gave you a small smile, “i’m the social worker in charge of the case, who are you?” she asked.
“we’re violet’s godparents,” charles said, gripping your hand. your arms ached, longing to hold her in your safe embrace.
“w-why do they need a social worker?” you asked, placing your free hand on charles' arm. the social worker was about to speak when violet started crying. charles took a step, and violet leaned forward as well. charles took his goddaughter from the social worker's arms, and for the first time since you got that awful call, you let out a deep breath, knowing that violet was finally safe. you seemed to forget that there was someone else present, at that moment, all your focus was on violet, on the way she clung onto the both of you, her godparents, the only people she had left in the world now.
nolan and caroline didn’t have any direct family, but they had each other. and they had you and charles.
“can we see them?” you asked, violet was playing with your finger. “is- is caroline still in surgery?” the social worker didn’t know how to answer, she walked to the nurse station right outside the intensive care unit, where you’d heard they were keeping nolan. you followed her, your gaze flickering between violet, charles, and the social worker. the look on the latter’s face didn’t make you feel reassured.
“when can we see them?” charles asked again, a bit too loud than he intended, causing violet to flinch. charles handed her to you, placing a kiss on the top of her head.
“only family is allowed in, and-”
“we’re family. we’re all the family they have,” charles interrupted.
you were told to wait, you sat on two uncomfortable chairs, holding violet in your arms. the social worker was standing in front of you.
“did you ever discuss what would happen with violet in case…” she started, you both froze.
“w-why are you saying that?” you asked, looking from her, to charles. 
“the doctor is coming, he will fill you in on their condition, but… we need to know their wishes about violet’s future in case they don’t… you know,”
“we’ll take care of her,” charles said, without wasting a second, without any doubt. “that’s what we signed up for when we agreed to be her godparents. to take care and be there for her whenever,” he told her. then, he looked at you, you nodded your head, taking his hand in yours.
“we will take care of her, no matter what happens.” 
-
the next few days went by in a blur. you felt so many emotions at the same time. grief, pain, fear, helplessness. you’d had to do so many things in just a few days. saying goodbye to your friends was probably the hardest. even though the doctors tried their best to save both of them, their injuries from the car crash were too much.
your full focus was on violet. you pushed aside your feelings and grief to focus on the little baby you’d now found yourself in charge of. you’d gotten in contact with a lawyer, who promised to help you as much as she could to get violet’s custody. you didn’t know if you were mentally prepared to take care of a child, but you weren’t alone. charles wanted this as much as you did, it was what you’d signed up for, as he said.
you’d recruited the rest of your friend group to look for a will or a document that stated their wishes for violet’s custody, but found nothing. you never talked about that topic, you were all way too young, you still had plenty of time you think about the future. or at least, you should’ve.
the second night after the funeral, violet was sleeping in the crib you’d bought a day before, next to your bed. you were lying on your side, your eyes were closed but you couldn’t sleep. you turned so your back was against the mattress, you looked up at the ceiling and sighed. you felt charles moving beside you, you turned your head to see him looking at you.
“did i wake you?” you whispered, he shook his head, giving you a small smile. you got closer to him, resting your head on his chest. you both stayed quiet, you could feel his fingers playing with your hair. “do you think we can do this?” you asked after a few seconds of silence.
“i don’t know,” he said, and even though it wasn’t the answer most people would’ve wanted, you felt comfort in knowing that he was just as nervous as you. “but i don’t want violet to go away, not when we can give her everything she needs,” he continued. “it will be difficult for all of us, but violet needs us,”
“of course. i want her with us as well, but are we ready for this change?”
“we have to be, there’s no turning back now. but hey, we’re in this together, okay? we got each other. it will take a little while to get used to a new routine, but we can do this, alright?” he said, grabbing your hand and lifting it up to his lips, pressing soft kisses to your knuckles. “we got this,” he nodded his head. you looked up at him, kissing his cheek. 
a month passed, violet was still in your care whilst you were going through the adoption process. and now more than ever, you were sure that you were ready to give the little baby everything she might need. each day you spent with her you fell even more in love with her, you didn't know how it was possible, but she brightened up your day, she had taught you so much already. 
of course, the first few weeks were messy, having to adjust to the presence of violet in your lives 24/7. there were nights when you thought you couldn't do it, nights when violet stayed up almost all night, crying uncontrollably, and you knew that the one thing she needed were her parents. you'd cry with her, sometimes.
one particular night, charles wasn't home, he'd traveled to paris, violet’s hometown and the place where all the legal process was taking place. you’d put violet down to sleep, since it was past her bedtime. you sat on a stool in the kitchen, replying to a text charles had sent. turns out, things were going to be a little more complicated than you had first thought. as you sent the text, you received a call from him.
"hi, love," you said, propping your phone against a napkin holder to see him better. he was sitting on a chair in his hotel room, you figured he must’ve made the call from his laptop, since you could see a mess of documents littering a wooden table.
“hey,” he sighed, you frowned.
“what’s wrong?” you asked, “didn’t get good news today?” you leaned your chin on your fist, your elbow propped on the kitchen island.
“no,” he shook his head, running his hands through his hair. you could see the dark circles under his eyes. “they said that- in order to adopt we-” he sighed before continuing, “at least one of us has to be twenty-eight years old, we have to be married- or prove that we’ve been together for a couple of years, and-” he rambled, you stopped him.
“hey, hey, slow down,” you said, watching as he shook his head in desperation. “charles, i know it looks like we might be in a gray area right now, but we have time. as long as violet can stay in our care, we have time to make sure every requirement is in order. we’re working with the best of the best, we’re all doing what we can. as long as we have violet’s custody, we’ll be okay,”
-
the morning of violet’s first birthday, you woke up extra early, wanting to surprise her. you went downstairs and started hanging decorations, balloons, colored strings, everything you’d bought a few days ago. once everything was finished, you checked her room to make sure she was still asleep, taking the baby monitor with you to the bathroom.
you’d always loved the luxury of taking long, warm showers, but now, with a kid under your care, you’d learned to shower in less than ten minutes. you did your hair in a comfortable way, and threw on some joggers and one of charles’ shirts, walking to violet’s room once you heard her moving around.
“good morning, princess!” you smiled, seeing violet standing up, holding herself up with her fists around the crib. “oh, you’re a big girl now, aren’t you?” you laughed as you approached her, running your hands through her hair, getting the curls away from her face. “you’re going to start walking any day now, miss,” she smiled, bending her knees in excitement, trying to jump as she giggled.
you held her in your arms, pressing soft kisses to the side of her head, to her cheek, her forehead. one of your arms was supporting her under her bum, you noticed that she was in desperate need of a diaper change, but you ignored that at that moment. your other hand was on her back, keeping her close to your chest. you’d installed black-out curtains in her room, to make sure she got as much sleep as possible in the mornings.
“happy first birthday, violet,” you whispered in her ear. 
right then, with the little bit of sunlight peeking in through the curtains, for the first time, you felt like her mother. it wasn’t anything extraordinary, that was how you greeted her every morning, but that, you figured, was the beauty of motherhood. finding the special in the most simple and ordinary moments.
you looked up at the ceiling, feeling your eyes starting to burn as they filled with tears. maybe you didn’t have nolan and caroline anymore, but you had violet. and you promised to love her and protect her, raise and cherish her just as much as they would’ve done, had they had the chance.
violet lifted her arm, without measuring her strength, she moved it towards you, hitting you on your face. that brought you out of your thoughts. you laughed as you looked down at her, walking to the changing table you’d set up, you placed her down and changed her. 
about thirty minutes later, you heard the front door opening and closing, you’d stayed upstairs with violet, waiting for charles to get there. he was in charge of setting up all of her presents, the ones you’d approved, and the ones charles secretly bought when you fell asleep that night a few weeks ago.
you were on the floor, playing with violet as you two heard the sounds of footsteps coming up the stairs. you looked at violet, who was still holding the bright yellow lego, but her eyes were now stuck to the opened door of her bedroom. you pulled out your phone, recording her curious face as her eyes widened in anticipation.
“who’s that?” you asked. you held back a laugh as charles finally appeared in her line of sight.
“where’s the birthday girl?” charles said, kneeling down, he spread his arms to the sides, watching as violet first started crawling her way to him, but then, she stopped. she kept her hands on the floor as she planted her feet on the floor. charles’ eyes widened, you’d told him that violet was standing up, but he hadn’t had the chance to see her.
instantly, you both leaned closer to her, your were both ready to step in and catch her if she couldn’t keep her balance. but, she stood up, she straightened her back as you and charles held your breaths, and then, she took her first steps, rushing to charles’ awaiting arms. 
this all happened in a matter of seconds, but to you, it felt like the clock slowed down, like she was moving in slow motion.
her loud squeals brought you back to reality, you saw charles holding her against his chest, still kneeling on the floor. 
“oh, you did so good, violet! that’s my big girl,” charles kissed her temple, “i missed you so much. i was gone for a week, and now you’re walking?” he continued talking to her, you stopped recording, placing your phone in the pocket of your sweatpants, kneeling next to your loves. “i thought she was just starting to stand up?” charles asked, you nodded.
“those were her first steps,” you said, voice a little groggy as you kept your eyes on violet, who was playing with charles’ hair, grabbing fistfuls and tugging lightly.
“first steps… first birthday…” charles counted, throwing an arm around your shoulders to pull you close to him. you leaned your head against his shoulder, and violet stopped what she was doing to look at you two.
she was still standing up, charles had a hand on her back to help her up. she looked back and forth from you two, the smiles on your faces were so wide that your cheeks were starting to hurt. 
“da!” she said, dropping down to her bum, crawling away, leaving you both speechless.
“first word?” charles breathed, you frowned.
“is ‘da’ even a word?” you asked, mostly annoyed because it was a word that resembled ‘dad’.
“in baby language, i think it is,” he smiled smugly, you rolled your eyes as you turned to violet, picking her up. 
“hey, baby. say ‘ma’,” you instructed, violet stayed quiet, then, she opened her mouth.
“da!” she repeated, you sighed, kissing her cheek before passing her off to charles. “da!” she said as she looked at charles.
“yeah, that’s her first word,” you laughed, admitting defeat.
-
six months later, you and violet slipped through the crowd of people, sneaking your way to the ferrari motorhome. it was the first race of the season, and you had to admit, you missed being there. 
you’d been with charles for what felt like forever at that point, coming close to eight years. you’d met, fallen in love and started dating as teenagers, and you’d been there every step of his career. your relationship was one that the public had always been curious of, given that you were both extremely private and cautious with what you let the rest of the world see. when you stopped attending the races for almost half of the year last year, people had started wondering if you’d split up. but as you walked with violet in your arms, charles’ hand around your shoulders, that was a clear statement. 
you were scared of attending a race with violet, but you were a family now, and you needed to support charles, you knew he needed you there. you were going to stay inside the ferrari hospitality the entire time, away from the cameras and public. you were inside charles’ room, playing with violet whilst he got ready.
violet was starting to speak a bit more, so most of your time was spent over-pronouncing easy words in hopes to get her to repeat them. she was a smart girl. after having her first birthday, first steps and first word all in the same day, you knew you had a little genius in your hands.
“the car goes fast,” you said, moving your lips slowly, watching violet’s eyes go from your lips to your eyes. she babbled, you smiled as you kissed her temple, repeating the sentence again. “the car goes fast,”
“hell yes it does,” charles said, walking in. he had his racing suit on, the zipper was down, though, and you could see his fireproof undershirt. he grabbed violet, who played with the velcro strap. 
“don’t swear,” you patted his leg, standing from your spot on the couch. “you ready?” you asked, kissing his cheek. violet noticed, and she did the same, making charles laugh.
“i think so,” he nodded, “i’ve got my two girls here, i can do pretty much anything right now,” he pressed his lips against violet’s temple. “but-”
“charles, we need you for something,” there was a knock on the door, and charles sighed. he’d promised to spend as much time as he could with you, even though you’d promised him it was okay, that he still had to focus and prepare for the race, but he had missed having you there and wanted to stay there with you two. 
“it’s okay,” you grabbed violet, who frowned, she’d only gotten a few minutes with charles, why was he leaving again so soon? “we’ll be right here,” you smiled, leaning in to kiss charles’ cheek, but he turned his head, meeting your lips with his. 
“i will be right back, okay?” you nodded as he hugged you both. he walked out of the room without looking back, despite how much he wanted to stay.
violet whimpered, you looked down at her and chuckled.
“it’s okay, baby, he’ll be right back, okay?” you sat her down on the couch, “da will be right back,”
as it turned out, violet called both you and charles ‘da’. it was the one word she associated with the two of you. much to charles’ dismay. 
“oh, love, it’s okay,” you cooed, noticing violet’s teary eyes. “it’s just for a little while, my love.” you grabbed her again, and started walking around the room, gently rocking her in your arms. she wasn’t a loud crier, but her tears were just as real. “oh, violet, don’t cry, you’re making me cry, too!” you chuckled, pulling her close to your chest. 
a few minutes passed, you could still feel your shirt getting damp from her tears, when the door behind you was opened.
“what’s wrong?” charles asked, and violet struggled in your arms. you put her down and she ran to charles. 
“dada!” you froze, your eyes went wide as you watched charles crouch and catch violet in his arms. “dada,” she repeated, her tiny arms on his neck.
“it’s- it’s okay, violet. i- dada’s here,” he said, letting out a shaky breath as his eyes met yours. 
“charles-” you started, feeling your eyes burning. 
“dada,” violet started, turning her head back, “mama!” she called for you. you couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. you just stood there, with wide, teary eyes, as the child that you’d promised to love and raise as if she were your own, called for you. “mama, mama,”
charles was just as shocked as you were, but he snapped out of it first, walking to you once he noticed that you were still processing it. 
“d-did she… did she…” you couldn’t finish your question, but charles was already nodding his head. 
“dada. mama.” apparently those two words had become violet’s favorite ones. you let out a laugh, wrapping your hands around charles’ back, with violet stuck between your bodies. 
“yes, violet. dada and mama are here.” charles said. you just breathed deeply.
-
violet didn’t know what was going on around her. she didn’t know why the people wearing red were standing up, clapping and yelling. she didn’t know why you were standing up as well, with your palms pressed together, covering your mouth. she didn’t know why you had tears in your eyes. 
“dada won, violet!” she didn’t understand what that meant, but you were smiling, so she smiled as well. you picked her up in your arms, someone handed you a pair of headphones, you placed them on violet’s ears to protect her from the loud noises.
you’d promised to stay inside the ferrari motorhome, but you weren’t counting on charles getting the first win of the season, his first in a while, his first with his family there with him.
you were escorted to the podium ceremony, arriving just in time to see charles stepping out of the car. he jumped out of the car and ran to his crew, you were breathing fast, your cheeks hurting from smiling so hard, there were tears in your eyes as you watched charles.
“that’s dada,” you told violet, even though she probably couldn’t hear you with all the noise. 
you waited a few minutes, for charles to finish getting weighed, before someone talking to him pointed in your direction. 
he smiled as he ran to you, wrapping his arms around the two of you.
“that was amazing, my love.” you said, grabbing his face to direct his lips to yours. “i love you so much, you deserve this!” you smiled.
“dada! mama!” violet said, annoyed that you weren’t paying attention to her. 
“sorry, violet. dada and mama are here. we love you, too,” charles gave you two one last hug before he had to be taken away for interviews.
-
violet was sleeping between you two, she was curled up on her side, resting her head on charles’ chest. you couldn’t blame her, that was how you loved to fall asleep, too. you couldn’t sleep, you still had that remaining rush of adrenaline running through your system, which made it hard for you to succumb to sleep. you turned to your side, leaning forward to kiss violet’s cheek softly, then charles’ lips. you left the bed, sliding open the door to the balcony. 
you could hear people partying out there. you leaned your arms against the railing, thinking about how, if you didn’t have violet, you would probably be out there with them. but you wouldn’t change your little family for anything. 
“what are you doing out here?” you heard charles’ sleepy voice, felt his arm around your waist.
“just thinking,”
“about?” he asked, kissing your shoulder. you smiled, turning your head to the side to look at him.
“how i wouldn’t change this for anything in the world,” you answered, biting your bottom lip. “i love you and i love violet, and i’m so lucky to call you both mine,” he didn’t answer, just turned you around so your back was against the railing, his hands on your waist.
“we should make it all official, then,” he said after a few seconds, you leaned back, tilting your head up to look at him. “marry me,” 
“charles leclerc, after almost eight years of dating, this is how you’re proposing to me?” you raise an eyebrow, joking to avoid letting tears take over you.
“no,” he shook his head, a small smile on his face, “you deserve something much better. our child needs to be part of it, for starters,”
“of course,” you laughed. you placed your arms around his neck, fingers playing with his hair.
“will you, though?” he asked.
“what?”
“marry me?”
that was a question that you both knew the answer to. 
“yes,”
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