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weaponizedvirtue · 9 months

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The Face I Hide Behind, Pt. 1 {Peaky Blinders}

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Reader

Summary: You met Thomas Shelby as Eli Carter, your hair shorn short, your chest bound, the Royal Engineers crest proudly adorning your uniform. You find him again as discarded Marie Tillerson, a woman shamed but remembered.

Notes: I discovered recently that many woman enlisted in the world wars disguised as men. It made me wonder what being in a high-stress environment like the tunnels would be like as a woman, especially if you were trying to hide that secret from someone like Tommy. Soft Tommy, implied romance, reader can be viewed as gender fluid or female with gender norms defied.

Part two can be found here.

"Carter?"

You know that voice. Like the back of your own hand, you know that voice. You turn sharply and sure enough, pale blue eyes and squared shoulders stoop to meet your own.

"Shelby. Jesus, haven't seen you in awhile."

He lifts his eyebrows at that, his gaze still piercing through you like a spotlight. You’d almost forgotten how unyielding the man’s focus could be. His silence says more than he does, shouting and cursing at you even when he won’t. You rock back onto your heels, gesturing behind you with a shake of her thumb. You know what comes next, know what it looks like just before the dog bites, and your knees ache with anticipation.

“I can go. Sir. If you’d prefer.”

Thomas blinks and it cracks the smooth glass facade of his face, something of a tell that you’d always tried to drag out of him before. He considers you carefully, tapping his cigarette back against the palm of his hand before shaking his head.

“You still drink?”

It’s unexpected, though certainly not unwelcome. You nod and wonder if he even knows the half of it, then open your mouth to ask him the same question. But Thomas moves again before you can, his cigarette disappearing between his teeth with practiced precision. He turns, confident as always that you’ll follow without question, then strides back towards the outskirts of town.

“Come on then.”

The Garrison. He's as strategic as ever, it seems.

Your eyes rove slowly across the sign in the window as if there's some other message inside of it. You can feel Thomas's eyes watching you, but he always did know the importance of pacing. When you glance back at him, he opens the door a little wider and beckons you inside with a jerk of his head.

As you enter, you mark each and every detail down in an invisible ledger- three haggard customers, one a good deal younger than the others, four dimmed lamps, eleven tables, give or take, and a waitress sweeping in and out of view as two drunkards sling cards across their table.

It's comfortable, somehow. Lived in, loud enough to be familiar, soft enough to be ignored.

"What'll it be, Tom?"

The bartender leans forward with a smile, running a hand towel across the bar counter as you and Thomas settle behind it.

"Whiskey. And a scotch for Marie."

Your heart jolts to a stop and you turn to stare at Thomas. Normally, you'd have been annoyed at a man ordering you a drink without consulting you on your preference first. But a former sergeant major is a step above the regular smitten drunk at the bar and besides the point-

"You remembered."

"You have odd taste."

You don’t dictate that with a response, your eyes frozen on his face as you try to jumpstart your own heart.

"My name, Mr. Shelby. I didn't think you'd remember my n-"

"You were a special case. And it's Tom." His eyes flick over to you for the briefest of seconds as you open your mouth to protest, a command unto itself.

"You're in Birmingham now, not some hole in the mud. It's Tom."

"Tom. Okay."

The use of first names seems too personal somehow and for a moment, you miss the familial barking of last names and orders and swears that you had become used to on the field. There is a sealed promise of companionship in such actions and a wall of formality to hide behind in the absence of confidence. Here, you’re exposed.

The bartender returns quickly with your drinks, blessedly oblivious to your conversation, before disappearing again. You and Thomas sit in silence, sipping slowly at your glasses, and a loathsome wave of longing rolls through your gut. You’ve missed this. The comfortable camaraderie of someone you know simply inhabiting the same space.

“Thought you had family in Shere. What’re you doing in Small Heath, mm?”

You swallow, a long-stowed explanation waiting to spill from your throat. You want to admit just how poorly the past few months have gone, want to lift a mirror to Thomas’s face and ask if he thinks he’s done any better. You want to search Thomas Shelby’s pockets and pluck out a medal or two, just for penance, just for something to keep for yourself.

But it’s a flood of anger you know he doesn’t deserve and it tears out of you in cascading waves and a crashing tide to consume everything in its path. Instead, you take another slow sip of your drink and focus solely on the taste as it passes over your tongue. The torrent in your stomach slowly settles and you shrug instead, your eyes circling over the lip of your glass.

“Shere is small. People talked.”

They’d done much more than talk. They’d whispered and shouted and scowled and you’d grown tired of it quickly enough. You had stood at the base of your parent’s house and they’d spoken to you like you were a stranger, guarded and grieving as if their child hadn't really come back from the war. And there had been a moment, somewhere between your mother drawing the curtains and your father’s quiet request for you to leave, that your chest caved in on itself. Some part of you had clawed at the thought, screamed and cried and pleaded with him inside the walls of your mind. But you’d given too much of yourself to the tunnels and to a team who no longer considered you one of their one. Some part of you had wondered if it was just a consequence you should have expected.

So you’d nodded, swallowed your pain, and the next train out of town had carried you with it.

“England is plenty big enough. I can go somewhere they don’t.”

You can feel Thomas’s gaze, as pointed as it ever had been, but you can’t bring yourself to check if it’s sympathy on the man’s face or the smug understanding of a disappointed parent.

You both fall into silence again, but the quiet itches against your skin this time, a drenched blanket too heavy to remove from your shoulders.

There are things you’ve meant to say, words that demanded to be spoken, and if the universe was kind enough to lend you his company even one more time, it would have to be enough.

You frown, flinching in nervous anticipation, then down the half glass of scotch you have left. Liquid courage, they called it. Your hands clench around your elbows and you drag in one last breath before turning your body to face your former officer completely.

His chin lifts, somewhere between confidence and curiosity, and he takes a sip from his own, slow but no less invested than your own.

“I didn’t get to say goodbye to you.”

Your hands flutter forward, aimed for Thomas’s own for a fraction of a moment before the muscle memory of the past two years kicks back hard. You hesitate, swallow back the need for physical comfort, and stow your fingers flat beneath your thighs.

“I’d wanted to say goodbye, Tom.”

But you hadn’t. Hadn’t been allowed to say goodbye to anyone really.

Your last day is still hazy in your memory, another battlefield mess where time didn’t work the way it should, where every element of reality bled into the next. You remember a hissing. A warning, half forming in your mouth, and then a flash at the edge of your vision. The earth collapsing around you and someone’s hand, grabbing at your collar and yanking you forward. Dust and grit filling your lungs where the oxygen should be. There was no goddamn air. No goddamn air and the heat and the damp and the darkness crowded around you like smog.

The path leading out of the tunnels had locked shut with a boom and something large and heavy had collided with the back of your head. The surrounding torches had gone out in one quick burst, swallowing up the world in black.

A snap sounds loud and sharp inside of your ears and you startle; the Garrison slides back into place around you. Air rushes back into your lungs, spinning through your bloodstream so fast it makes your head spin. Beside you, Thomas lowers his hand from your face, his fingers slowly relaxing from where they’d clicked together.

“Hmm.” It comes out as more of a burst of air than an actual word. You blink back at him for a moment, breathing in through your nose, picturing your heart beating slower and slower until it returns to an almost normal pace. “General was there when I woke up. Said I didn’t have time for goodbyes. Said ladies shouldn't be on the field and that I was being sent home. Honorable discharge.”

It’s strange, that you can’t remember an explosion or the pulsing moments of fear in all the life or death situations you’ve faced. Yet each and every expression on your fellow soldiers’ faces as you crept from the medic’s tent would forever remain stamped on the back of your eyelids. It had been a moment you’d prayed to avoid- that the war would end with you still standing and the fury and shock and silence that came with an exposed lie would pass with no consequence.

Thomas Shelby could have remained the man across the fire. He could have stayed the companion who shared the little food he had while you were on watch, the friend who had muttered playful barbs and quiet encouragement to you after your first week in the tunnels, the confidant you trusted with all but one secret.

And you could have avoided the look of solemn judgment chiseled into his face as you pulled the car door shut behind you.

“I was angry with you.” There's pain in Thomas's voice as he speaks. His eyes glance down at his glass and he takes a long, slow draw of his whiskey.

The words burn, though you’d guessed at the fact months before. You nod, swallowing back something like a sob, and tuck your chin down sharply.

“Had the right to be. I wanted to tell you. If I’d told anyone, it would have been you. Was just… scared you’d turn me in.”

“I wouldn’t have.”

He could shatter bones with his words, you think.

A quiver of sound sits in the back of your throat and for a moment, you allow yourself to imagine what it would have been like. It still would have been difficult, to hide your true identity for the sake of being able to fight for what you believed in. But you wouldn't have been alone. Would have been protected in the way only sharing one's secrets could ensure.

And there would have been Tom, walking beside you, where before you'd taken the road alone.

You stare back at Thomas, searching for the tiniest hint of a lie, the flicker of a fuse igniting him into cinders. You wait for the rage, for the silent dismissal, but it never comes. A breath of shocked disbelief breaks from behind your teeth and you lean forward into your hands.

"Jesus, Shelby, you always did know how to render us speechless."

"It's Tom."

It's Tom. Even after her fall from grace and the bruising lack of trust she'd placed in him, it's still Tom.

Your eyes flutter back to the man and something like hope blossoms inside of your chest, warring with the shame that churns in your stomach.

"Tom. I'm sorry."

"I know."

He does, you think. His voice is just as quiet as your own, just as soft and calculated as it used to be around the torchlight of your camp. His lips curl neatly around each word, purposeful and focused, and when he looks at you like he does, accusing and forgiving all at the same time, it feels like your cracks seal up just enough to consider yourself solid.

It’s easier after that. The two of you fall into conversation, the kind that you remember from before, where you talk of nothing and everything and the hours pass like seconds. The glasses pile up quickly enough and the walls begins to tilt just a little to the left. The glow of the lamps around you softens the ache in your bones and the room seems to shrink to the bar alone, to the two seats you occupy, and the cocksure figure of the man sitting across from you.

By the time you look around again, the bar sits almost empty, only a straggler or two hugging onto their tables or so deep into their cups that they won't recover till morning.

"It's late."

There's hesitance in your voice, an unwillingness to leave what you've missed for so long. It had been easy enough to convince yourself since your discharge that you were fine alone, happy with solitude, but the idea of losing Thomas’s company so soon is startling.

“You got a place to stay?”

You shake your head, shrugging. You’ve been traveling long enough now that you’ve learned the alternatives to a roof over your head. There are places to go, groups you can fit yourself into if it just means a place to sleep for the night. Summer is on its way anyhow and you always did enjoy being out underneath the stars.

“Right.” Thomas slaps his hand against the counter, his expression resolute. It’s one you’ve grown used to, a look that says something is an order and not a suggestion. You don’t disobey orders. “My place then.”

The offer still isn’t one you expect and you hurry to get to your feet as Thomas adjusts his coat and heads for the door.

“It’s not necessary, Tom.”

He slips out of the bar quickly, his gait focused, and you hurry out after him. Your feet shift unsteadily beneath you as the street tilts slightly, but you manage to slide forward to stand in front of the man. Without thinking, you drag both hands up onto Thomas’s shoulders, as much to keep you standing as it is to give him pause. You blink for a moment, admiring the scratch of wool against your palms, and a chuckle sounds in your ears. Fingers slowly pluck your own from Thomas’s jacket and his hand squeezes around your wrist.

“Come on.”

Thomas’s tone leaves no room for debate, but his stance does, and appreciation rolls slowly back to you. For all his insistence, he’ll still wait long enough for the decision to be yours.

Still, you’re afraid you’ve misunderstood. Afraid he wants more than you can give or means less than you could hope.

“By stay, you just meant-” You roll your balance onto your heels, well aware that the action could have tremendous consequences with the amount of liquor you’ve consumed over the past few hours. “-to… stay, yeah? Not…” The words escape you and heat rises into your cheeks.

“You never were very good with words.”

Your right arm jerks upward almost by habit and you clap your left hand down across your bicep before you can stop yourself. A bark of laughter escapes from Thomas’s throat and a traitorous grin climbs onto your lips. The man’s moods are alarmingly infectious.

“I like numbers better.”

Light from the nearest streetlamp glances off of Thomas’s face as his expression softens; he takes a slow inhale from his cigarette and the tip sends a flare of orange over his cheeks that sets your skin alight.

“Respite from the storm. That’s all I’m offering, Tillerson.”

“Mmm.” You consider him carefully, wishing you had the courage to tell him that he had been just that a hundred times already. Instead, you nod, and follow him home.

It’s a modest flat, smaller than you can imagine Thomas Shelby normally fitting into. But that’s Thomas to a tee, carefully remaking himself to match his surroundings. And it’s quiet and warm and if that’s not reminiscent of home, you’re not sure what is.

“It’s not much. Not yet.”

“But it’s something.” You turn and smile softly back at him, grateful to even somewhere that’s warm and dry.

“Bed’s all yours. I’ll take the floor.”

He sheds his jacket off with a shrug and his knees bend as if to drop out from beneath him. Stubborn insistence rises inside of your chest and you pat the spot on the bed beside you, shaking your head.

“Tom. How many nights have we slept beside each other?”

“This is diff-”

“It’s not.” A yawn forces its way out of your throat and you blink sleepily back at the man. “Come on, mate. It's still me.”

Thomas remains standing for a moment, his lips twisting as he watches you stretch towards the ceiling. Your hand pats the bed again and without waiting for his response, you turn over on your stomach, pressing your face into the sheets. The day’s events catch up to you suddenly, dragging you under in a wave of fatigue; it’s been too long since you’ve found yourself in a safe place and sleep beckons.

Slowly, so slowly you're not sure it isn’t a dream, a weight settles on the bed beside you. A body comes to rest at your back and with a pleased murmur, you fall asleep.

#peaky blinders fic #tommy shelby x reader #female soldier #world war #writing

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yelenasdiary · 9 months

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“I just really need to have you here right now.”

Maybe reader was about to give birth? And she wants Yelena on her side.

Military!Yelena x Reader

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Coming Home

Pairing: Military! Yelena Belova x Fem! Nurse! Reader

Summary: Being married to a soldier and expecting your first child wasn’t easy but you coped.

Translations: printsessa (princess),

AC: This is literally the only variant of Yelena that I can see having a child and as always, I used the wheel of names to pick the gender! I hope you enjoy this! x

As a nurse, you knew the symptoms and you knew it was best to get a second opinion before letting yourself get excited and sharing the news with your wife. So, when your doctor returned with your tests results and a comforting smile, it was no surprise that your eyes began to fill with tears.

"Are you okay Mrs Belova?" your doctor asked, unsure if the news something good or bad. You grabbed a tissue from the box on her desk and wiped your tears while nodding, "I'm just fine" you smiled, "I'm just very happy" you added. Your doctor smiled, "you had me worried for a moment" she chuckled, "go home, tell your wife. I will make a follow up appointment within a few weeks for a check-up and to make sure everything is going smoothly" she added with a smile, you nodded again as you stood from your chair.

"Thank you so much, for everything!" You shook her hand.

"Congratulations" your doctor smiled once more as she shook your hand.

The whole drive home your mind was racing on how you wanted to tell Yelena the news. Getting to this moment wasn't easy and it took a lot of work and time, but you wouldn't change any of it for the world. Opening the door to your home, you were greeted with the smell of a roast dinner and your two dogs running from the living room to greet you.

Fanny and Gizmo wagged their tails like crazy as you greeted them with excitement. Fanny was the first dog you and Yelena adopted while Gizmo was a rescue dog that Yelena brought back from one of her deployments. It took a little time for Gizmo to warm up to you and Fanny, but it's been three years since she was brought home and now she's inseparable from Fanny.

"Mmm" you hummed as you entered the kitchen, "dinner smells amazing" you added as Yelena turned around and smiled before gently pulling you in for a kiss. "I wanted to give you a break from cooking" she replied but something in her tone of voice told you she was hiding something.

"Is that all?" you asked, giving her a soft smile. Her eyes dropped as she ran her tongue over her lips, "I've gotta go back" she admits and just like that, worry took over your once excited mind. "But you just got back" you frowned slightly, wrapping your arms around the back of her neck. Being married to a soldier was never going to be easy, you knew that but when she got back, you knew you'd have some time with her before the next deployment.

"I know, but they need me" Yelena replied, looking into your eyes. You could see she was also disappointed. You kissed her once more while playing with the baby hairs on the back of her neck, "I need to tell you something" you spoke softly not wanting that excitement to fade away so quickly.

"What's wrong?" Yelena asked with worry in her tone. You led her to the dining room and sat across from her, your original plan on how you wanted to tell her the news was no longer a thought. You reached for her hands and smiled softly at her touch. "Baby is everything okay?" she asked, her eyes searching yours for an answer.

"Everything is fine my love, but, when I tell you this, I want you to know I'm telling you because I want too, not because you have to go back, okay?"

Yelena nodded without saying a word, her full attention was on you.

"I wasn't out just now having a coffee with a co-worker" you admitted, your stomach fluttered with nerves. "I was at the doctors; I had a couple of tests done and they all came back positive" you added.

Yelena's eyes shot open and a smile tugged at her lips causing you to smile widely at her as tears filled your eyes once more, "I'm pregnant" the words flew out of your mouth. Yelena jumped from her seat before rushing over to you and picking you up in her arms making you squeal.

"How far along are you?" your wife asked when she gently placed you back on your feet.

"I'm 6 weeks, I just wanted to be 100% sure before I said anything"

"And you're feeling okay? Everything is okay? What did the doctor say?" All these questions came flying out of her mouth making you giggle at her excitement.

"I'm fine, some morning sickness here and there but I'm good, everything is good, we have an appointment for our first ultrasound in 2 weeks"

Yelena sighed, "I won't be here"

You cupped her face gently, placing a kiss on her forehead, "I know baby, but it's okay because I'll get a tape of it and we can watch it over and over when you come home"

Yelena nodded, even though the thought of not being there for the first ultrasound disappointed her, she didn't let that take away the happiness and feeling of joy she was having right now.

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It's been three months since Yelena was deployed again, the two of you spoke every chance you got, and you updated her on everything about the pregnancy so far. You had decided it was best for you and the baby to step down from your military duties as a nurse and continue to work at the veteran's clinic. The decision also gave Yelena peace of mind that you were safe.

At 12 weeks, Yelena was bursting to tell Nat about the news. You knew the moment she had told her older sister because Natasha would come to see you every day to make sure you were doing okay and if you needed anything. You didn't mind as much because you knew this was how Yelena was able to protect you from anything being so far away.

You were waiting at the airport with your hand gently resting on your 5-month showing bump when Yelena came walking out of the arrivals with the softest smile on her lips. She dropped her bag at her feet and wrapped her arms around you instantly, hugging you tightly but not too tight of course. "I missed you so much!" you whispered while tears of happiness filled your eyes.

Yelena pulled back slightly and wiped your tears before she found both of her hands on your stomach, "I missed you both" she smiled, placing a kiss on your lips, "the webcam didn't do you justice, you're so beautiful" she spoke. You couldn't help but raise a brow, "is that you saying I look bigger in person?" you asked with a playful smirk. Yelena's eyes shot open for a moment as she shook her head, "n-no" she replied before chuckling.

"You're lucky I love you" you jokingly rolled your eyes, "I have a surprise for you and we have about an hour to get there" you added. Yelena looked at you slightly confused, "what have you done?" she asked.

"Well, I asked to push back my last ultrasound until today, I have footage of the others for us to watch tonight but I thought we could found out the sex today, together" you explained.

"You want to know the sex? Are you sure?"

"Yes. Baby, you haven't been able to be there for the others and I want to experience this one with you as our first. I only have you home for a few days before you go back an-" you paused trying to fight back your tears. Since falling pregnant, you've found yourself crying a lot more easily than before. "I w-want you to k-know what we're having in case som-"

"Hey" Yelena pulled you into her chest as she rubbed your back. It was clear now that this was something that had been on your mind for some time and Yelena wasn't sure on how to ease your mind. She placed a kiss on the top of your head before gently making you look up at her, "I'm glad you want to know the sex because I don't think I could wait, even if I wanted too" she said with another soft smile as she wiped your tears once again. "Come on, we don't want to be late" she added before picking up her bag and throwing it over her shoulder.

Yelena's eyes were glued to the small black and white screen as the doctor took down some notes. "That's our baby" Yelena smiled proudly, you brought her hand to your lips, kissing the top of her hand as she watched every movement the unborn baby was doing.

"Would you two like to know the sex?" the doctor looked at you both, the two of you nodded with excitement before the room filled with silence as the doctor doubled checked everything. Yelena squeezed your hand with excitement when the doctor looked at you both again.

"Congratulations, you're having a baby girl" she smiled.

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Yelena went back for a month while she carried out her duties before requesting time off to be there for you during the remainder of your pregnancy. It wasn't easy for her to get the time off but given how loyal she is to her duties; she was given the time off and a little extra.

You took maternity leave from work and were soaking up the time you now had with your wife, the two of you decorated the nursery, painting the walls in a lavender like purple and Yelena put together the crib while you placed family photos on the walls. Everything was going well until Yelena was called to go back, this time it was urgent but of course, to keep you from worrying she kept that detail to herself.

Now here you were, in the middle of your 8th month of pregnancy waving off your wife while Natasha and Kate stood beside you.

"She'll be home before you know it" Nat spoke in hopes to comfort you, but you shook your head at her words, "you don't know that" you replied before making your way back to the car.

The last few weeks of your pregnancy you thought would be very different, but you found yourself preparing your bag for the hospital alone, getting nervous about giving birth and making sure you everything was ready for when you brought home your daughter. Natasha decided to come stay with you for the remainder of your pregnancy, but it wasn't the same, you wanted your wife, you needed her.

Your water broke around 10:15pm on a Friday night as you were gently rubbing your swollen stomach and talking to your unborn baby about her mama and how much you missed her and wish she was here right now. Natasha took you to the hospital and waited by your side.

"I need to call Lena" you looked to Natasha who nodded, "we'll try her and see if she picks up" she replied as she pulled her phone from her back pocket.

"Natasha, is everything okay?!"

"Y/n wants to talk to you, can you talk?"

"Yeah, of course, put her on"

Nat handed you the phone and stepped out of the room to give you some privacy.

"Lena?"

"Hey darling, I got Natasha's messages, how you are you doing? How's our printsessa?"

"We're okay for now, a few contractions here and there but the midwife says I still have a few centimetres to go before they'll take me to the delivery room. I need to know you're okay, that you're going to come home"

"Baby, I need you to focus on you and our beautiful girl. I'm fine, I'm not going anywhere, okay?"

"I just really need to have you here right now"

"I know baby, I'm here, I promise"

"But you're not Lena! You're over there, you should be here by my side"

"I am darling, I'm going to stay on the phone the whole time & I know it's not the same, I wish I could be there, I'd do anything to be there right now"

Yelena was right, it wasn't the same but knowing you still had her somehow, made things seem just a little better.

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After hours of labor, your daughter finally came into the world, screaming and healthy. You heard a quiet sob on the other end of the phone when your daughters first cries entered the world, you knew she was just a happy as you were, and you couldn't wait for Yelena to meet her.

Natasha smiled at her sister when she entered the waiting room of the hospital, "about time!" she teased the blonde.

"Getting a flight home was hell, how is she?" Yelena placed her bag on the empty chair besides Natasha.

"She did amazing, she's resting now"

"and th-"

"She's perfect, I haven't seen her yet but the midwife told me she arrived healthy and with a set of lungs" Natasha interrupted her sister. Yelena smiled softly, her original plan was to surprise you and be here just in time for the birth but sometimes things just don't work that way but she was just happy she was here now. "Why haven't you seen her yet?" Yelena asked.

"She deserves to meet her mama first before she meets me and knows that I'm her cool aunt and she won't ever tell you but, I'll be her favourite" she replied with a smirk causing Yelena to raise a brow, "Ha!" she fake chuckled at her sister's joke before the room went silent.

"Well? What are you waiting for? Go!" Natasha gave Yelena a gently push towards the room you were in, "Room 4, I'll be here" she added before sitting back down next to Yelena's bag.

When Yelena entered your room, she couldn't help but smile softly to herself when she saw you fast asleep. She wandered over to you quietly and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead just before a nurse popped her head in.

"Hi, sorry, there's meant to be no visitors" she whispered careful not to wake you. Yelena turned and faced her, "I'm her wife" she replied.

"Oh, I'm sorry" the nurse smiled, "would you like me to bring up the baby? She's due for a feeding an hour" she added. Yelena nodded knowing it was only a moment before she would meet her daughter.

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Stirring in your sleep, your eyes fluttered awake to the soft sound of a familiar voice. "and that's how I met your mommy. Between you and I, I think I fell in love with her the first time I saw her, but don't tell her that. That's our secret!" Yelena spoke softly with your daughter in her arms looking up at her mama as if she truly understood a single word Yelena was saying.

"I heard that" you smiled at the sight, "You're here" you added as Yelena carefully walked over to you and sitting on the edge of your bed. "I tried to get here in time for you but trying to get a flight wasn't working, I'm sorry" she replied as she looked up at you.

"You're here now and I'm sorry I snapped over the phone"

"Don't be sorry, none of that matters, not now. Not when we have this beautiful girl" Yelena smiled softly once more, "she's so tiny" she added.

"She did not feel that tiny coming out, trust me" you joked as you looked at your daughter falling asleep in Yelena's arms. "Have you made it official yet? Her name?" you asked.

"You sure?" Yelena questioned, you nodded, "I am"

"Well in that case, welcome to the world, Natalia Katherine Belova"

#yelena belova #yelena belova x reader #fanfiction #marvel #black widow #military! yelena

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hazbinhotelactorsau · 2 months

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alastor

« why'd i do tha'? well, cher, it was funny, i'm an asshole, and i don' like ya! »

Name: Alastor Theodore LeBlanc

Nicknames: Al (by Charlie and Naomi), Dollface (by Antonio), Bambi (by everyone)

Height: 172cm (5'8)

Age: 33

Birthday: November 10 19XX

From: New Orleans, Louisiana

Nationality: Louisiana Arcadian (Cajun)

Languages: English, Cajun French which he pretends he's better at than he actually is (mostly knows pet names and threats/insults) (speaks with a heavy Yat accent)

Gender: Male (Intersex, Classic CAH)

Pronouns: Refers to himself with He/Him but does not care what others call him (he finds it amusing when people misgender him)

Sexuality: Cupioaroace

Partner: Antonio (Queerplatonic)

Famous For: True Crime Podcaster, Blogger and Interviewer for VOXfeed Unsolved

Plays: Alastor 'the Radio Demon'

Trivia:

originally, his character was named Andrew 'the Radio Demon' but he kept forgetting that he was supposed to answer to that name, and Blitzø thought 'Alastor' sounded more edgy anyway so they changed it to make it easier for him

his natural accent was considered too strong and 'too friendly sounding' so he learnt himself a transatlantic accent for the role. he tried to learn a queen's english accent and got absolutely obliterated for his horrible attempt by the brits in the cast

he loves fucking around with gender stereotypes and gender expression. he sometimes dabbles in drag which started purely as him being drawn to the showmanship of it but he found he actually enjoyed fucking around with his gender

he once dressed up in drag for an after party celebration and convinced a drunk oxley he was a new cast member for next season until he messed up and accidentally revealed himself. oxley didn't talk to him for a week after that

his hair is dyed red and naturally curly (a mix of 3A, 3B and some strands of 3C) which he gets from his mother. seeing his curls reminds him of her which makes him sad, so he straightens his hair most of the time to avoid getting upset. he still avoids looking in the mirror regardless though

has a soft spot for younger women (sees them as the little sister he always wanted) and thus is happy to cosplay with naomi and let victoria give him a makeover every now and then (and lecture him for his lack of hair care routine because "seriously, alastor, what the fuck do you mean you've been straightening your hair for two decades without any sort of care or routine?")

he is autistic and has adhd. he was prescribed adderall for his adhd but he never remembers to take it. he also has c-ptsd.

he was attacked by a neighbour's dog when he was 19 that left him with permanent nerve damage and a limp in his left leg. he sometimes uses a cane to help which is where his character got his microphone stand from. he's terrified of oxley's service dog because of what happened but he doesn't tell oxley because he doesn't want him to feel bad for needing an aid (the same way he uses a cane for aid)

he has freckles that he hides with makeup after lucas said he 'looks like a baby deer' which resulted in everyone giving him the nickname 'bambi' (which he pretends to hate but actually quite enjoys)

everyone finds him a bit creepy. one of his special interests is animal bones and taxidermy and he makes no effort to hide it from the others. he often gifts them little taxidermies or fossils or bones and often jokes that "y'all shouldn't be askin' wha' that is! y'all should be askin' who it is!"

fans think he's 'method acting' to play the role but the other cast members point out that "he's not method acting, that's just how he is. he's just. like that."

he isn't a serial killer or a cannibal but he loves to make jokes and leave hints that he is. he makes little snide comments that come across like he very much is a serial killer. the others can't tell if he's serious or not about it which he finds hilarious

he will do just about anything if he finds it funny enough. he thrives on fun and entertainment for himself. people are wary of him because he's known to be a prankster

despite his character, he doesn't smile that much off set. he's self-conscious of his smile and tends to reserve it only for antonio's eyes. he often complains about being cast as a character who smiles all the time (well, he complains about everything. he's a major complainer and everyone finds it hilarious and he would rather drop dead than admit to being whiny)

he's a huge fan of astrology because of antonio. he also got into tarot reading because a distant relative gifted him a tarot deck that definitely wasn't a regift one year. he enjoys doing readings for the others even if it's hard to resist messing with them (it's one of the few things he takes seriously)

#hazbin hotel #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor the radio demon #hazbin hotel actor au #actor info #radiodust #human alastor

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silentcrowsilentravens · 2 years

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Hi, can I ask for the four lords with a partner that finds a stray dog in the village and tries to bring it home?

Named the dog Hewie for this. Totally didn't get that name from another Capcom horror game.

Salvatore Moreau, Donna Beneviento, Alcina Dimitrescu, and Karl Heisenberg with a s/o that brings home a stray dog they found in the village.

(Gender neutral).

Warnings: n/a

Masterlists here!

Salvatore Moreau

Salvatore is so excited when he sees you coming back to the reservoir with Hewie. He loves dogs! He’s grinning so hard.

You want to keep him? Sal wants that too!

He used to have a beagle when he was a boy. She was his best friend, and he hasn’t truly had the companionship of a pet since she died. Lycans just aren’t the same.

Hewie follows Sal just about everywhere, both on land and water.

You know how most dogs love car rides? Hewie loves boat rides.

Sal gives him tons of kisses on the crown of his head.

He likes to sprawl out across both you and Sal’s laps. Especially when it’s movie night.

During those nights, Sal likes to explain what you’re both watching to him.

One day, Salvatore comes back from a Lord’s meeting and Hewie is waiting for him with a gift. It’s a rock. Sal tears up a little and puts it on a shelf.

It becomes a regular thing for Hewie to present gifts to both of you whenever you return home.

Yes, Sal does keep all of them.

(So do you).

Hewie often hides under Sal’s trenchcoat.

Donna Beneviento

You'd be hard pressed to think of a time Donna's seemed more terrified than she does as you bring Hewie to the manor. She looks like Mother Miranda just told her she's going to have to give an impromptu speech to the village and that, no, she can't use Angie.

"What's wrong?"

"Donna is afraid of dogs, you stupid idiot!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know!" You scoop Hewie into your arms and keep your distance.

You're saying that you can try and find someone else for him to live with, but it's clear you really want to keep him.

Donna... is willing to give Hewie a chance despite her fear.

You frown. "Are you sure? I don't want to—"

"Yes." Just let Donna get used to him first.

You head back into the village and get Hewie a leash, then Donna sits on the porch and watches you, Angie, and Hewie play for a while.

Once Donna works up the courage, she lets Hewie approach her while he's still attached to the lead.

"Make a fist," you tell her.

Visibly shaking, she holds out her closed hand and lets Hewie sniff it.

"See? He likes you. Do you want to try and pet him?"

After some hesitance, Donna nods and stiffly runs her hand down Hewie's back once. He just stares up at her with a soft face and eyes.

...Okay... That wasn’t too bad, Donna thinks.

Eventually, she overcomes her fear.

Angie finally has a playmate that can keep up with her energy level!

Donna makes little shirts and sweaters for Hewie.

He likes to come cuddle with her whenever she's reading.

Alcina Dimitrescu

You're insane if you think Alcina is going to allow that mangy animal into the castle. You can find someone else to give him to, or he can stay on the grounds but he can’t come inside.

No amount of pleading seems to change Alcina’s mind.

Fine. You’ll build him a little home outside.

About a week later, Alcina comes searching for you and finds you petting Hewie.

You pick him up and ask her if she wants to do the same.

“I would rather not.”

“Come on, Alci, look at him!”

Hewie stares up at her. There is no intelligence behind his eyes, in Alcina’s opinion.

With a sigh, she reaches down and strokes Hewie's head. He’s so tiny compared to her that she can only use a few fingers. His tail starts wagging furiously and his tongue hangs out.

That’s the end of that, you think.

Then, the next day, you enter Alcina’s office and not only see Hewie inside but also laying on her lap while she works.

Surprise! He’s an inside dog now. Alcina changed her mind.

She starts treating him like her fourth child. She has the family portrait redone so that he can be added.

He’s pampered beyond belief.

He has his own room and a whole ass mattress to himself. He usually ends up sleeping with you and Alcina or one of the girls, though.

Daniela can frequently be seen carrying Hewie around the castle, having full-on conversations with him.

Bela really enjoys absentmindedly giving him affection while she does other things.

Cassandra plays with him a lot. She also likes giving him bones. : )

“...Cass, what kind of animal is that from?”

“Remember that man-thing that tried to break in last week?”

Karl Heisenberg

If you want to keep that thing, it’s going to be your responsibility entirely. You’re cleaning up after it, feeding it, keeping it out of places it shouldn’t be, etc.

That's okay with you!

Unless Hewie ends up being some sort of bioweapon that can obliterate Miranda, Karl doesn’t think he’s going to get too attached.

That lasts for about half of Hewie’s first day at the factory.

Karl is working when Hewie comes over and stares up at him.

“What do you want?"

Hewie sets his head down on Karl's lap.

"I'm busy."

When you find them later, Hewie is laying on some sort of blanket nest Karl's thrown together and gnawing on a mystery bone. Karl is complaining to him about the other Lords while he works.

Karl and Hewie end up becoming the epitome of "a dog is a man's best friend".

The first time that Hewie gets to meet Alcina, he starts growling at her. Karl is delighted.

"Get your mutt under control."

"Hey, he's just picking up on what a massive bitch you are. That's not my fault!"

Karl starts showing you and Hewie whenever he finishes another project.

He makes a custom metal nameplate for Hewie's collar.

#x reader #gender neutral insert #resident evil x reader #donna beneviento x reader #alcina dimitrescu x reader #salvatore moreau x reader #karl heisenberg x reader #donna beneviento #alcina dimitrescu #salvatore moreau #karl heisenberg #angie the doll #cassandra dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #resident evil village

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porflenet · 7 months

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Just like you pt. 1 | Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

tags: gender neutral, slow burn, platonic!141, canon violence, probably OOC so sorry about that, mercenary!reader, future!reader injure, future!angst/comfort.

C/N: your code name.

word count: 2669

summary: Captain Price had met you while in mission going south, your peculiar way to be a "mercenary" had caught his attention and now you were one of the few people he trusted, calling you any time he needed support, even after he formed the Task Force 141, now it was time to see what his team would think of you.

comment: Thanks @ghosts-cyphera for feeding my crazy idea and for hyping me up to write this!! Hope you enjoy :3 Also! English is not my first language and no beta read so feel free to tell me if anything is wrong! And my militar knowledge is zero, I have a full time job and it's been a looong while I wrote something, I don't know when I will be able to update. Have fun!

– C/N?

– Captain Price, it’s been a while. What's up with you?

– I need your help with a terrorist group.

– Where are you?

– Come to London, we will depart from here.

– Gimme 3 hours, I will be there.

Price finished the call and laughed to himself while he continued to prepare for the task ahead, thinking about the first time he had met you in the middle of a mission going south, how you had helped him finish his mission but never once asked to get paid for it, completely unusual for a mercenary like you called yourself, that’s what had caught his attention and made himself sick your services more than once before he formed the 141, and even after that, so you were quite used to deal with Laswell and the rest of the team, more than he thought you would ever be.

The Captain had asked you more than once to join the military and his team, but you always refused instantly, it was always the only thing you had refused, besides giving any personal information, it took years for him to figure out what your name was, it always amused him how you were like Ghost in this aspect. Always using a mask to hide your identity, only using your code name and being extra cautious around new people, but you were an exemplary soldier, you cringed every time he told you that, so he made sure to call you that every time he could.

Making his way to check on his team to make sure everything was ready, he found them already packed and talking besides the car who would take them to the airport, a way to make their depart not take too long, since they would go later so you could join them on the plane and get the information you needed for the mission.

– Captain! – Soap and Gaz shouted in unison seeing the man approaching their group – Will C/N join us on this mission?

Ghost huffed while rolling his eyes while Price laughed at their enthusiasm.

– Just made the call, they will be here shortly. – Price said, laughing as soon Gaz and Soap cheered loudly, making the rest of the men around them look at them amused, already used to the crazy behavior of the infamous group.

The two excited dogs, as Ghost liked to call them, jumped inside the car, already complaining that the Captain and Lieutenant were taking too long. Ghost tried very hard to ignore whatever he felt every time they were told you would join them in a mission, at first it was easy to pinpoint the feeling, distrust, something that all of them shared when they first met you. But now? Ghost watched how the Captain entered the car with the other two still complaining to him to move already and get on, all of them relaxed, as relaxed one can be before a mission, just because you were about to join them. The man adjusted his mask while groaning in response to the complaints, quickly entering the car while thinking to himself that he was also an idiot for feeling somewhat relaxed about your arrival.

—

The Lieutenant didn’t like you at first, at all, making sure it was known by everyone, especially you. It was hard enough to trust people inside the military, now trust a fucking mercenary? For a while he was sure Price had lost his mind the first time he told who you were, a freelancer without loyalty who would fight for whoever paid more. You were beside Price while he presented you for the rest of the team, Gaz and Soap being friendly in the max their suspicious would allow them, while Ghost stayed in the back of the room leaning in the wall with his arms crossed, watching you like he was planning to kill you the moment an opportunity showed up.

While Price explained the plan again so you would know what to do, you suggested a small change, saying it would give all of you some more time before doing what needed to be done, but before Price could say anything Ghost was the one to speak.

– We don’t know you, and don’t trust you, I’m not following something you say minutes before we need to fucking invade their base. – The hate in his voice would make anyone feel a chill down their spine, and you did, but you weren’t the type to back down so easily.

You chuckled to yourself while shaking your head before looking into the Lieutenant’s eyes – I apologize, I didn’t know you were the Captain of this mission. – That was enough to make Ghost lose his composure, going around the table to tower over you.

– I will not let anyone in here die because a fucking mercenary betray us all. – Ghost didn’t know the exactly reason to why you made him so furious, but you shared the sentiment, taking a deep breath to ignore your need to punch the military bastard.

– I don’t need your trust, Lieutenant – You said while looking up to face him, your words filled with a venom that ran inside your blood and made you see red. – I don’t trust any of you either, the only one I trust here is Price, you should be thankful that I’m even helping your type of people.

Price intervened when he saw Ghost close his fists with enough force to make both his arms tense up, pushing both of you away from each other, spitting orders than neither bothered or cared to listen, while Gaz and Soap watched how both of you looked at each other with such hate that the whole meeting room felt extremely cold, incapable to shake of the dread that crept on them when they noticed how you didn’t back down to Ghost. The man who was almost shaking with rage wasn’t their Lieutenant, it was fucking Ghost, the one who truly wore the skull mask, the one they saw kill and torture multiple people without batting a eye.

Who exactly are you? And is Price sure you are trustworthy?

The first time you worked together with the team, they watched your every move, how little you talked, how you dealt with the few situations that would come up, and all of them agreed silently that their Captain trusted you the same way he trusted them, and you were the same, following his orders and working with him like you two trained together every day.

Soap was the first to try and approach you, you were cold and sure hadn’t a good first image of them after all the show with Ghost, but he tried anyway, his curiosity to know who you were too big for him to control himself. It didn’t take long for Gaz to follow his steps, but they didn’t make any progress before you left after a successful mission, mostly because on the way back to the safehouse, when both were showering you with questions, that you only hummed or stayed silent in response, Price took them both by the collar and, so gently, told them that if they kept that up they would be doing triple training for one month when they were back to the base, effectively giving back your peace.

Three more missions and it felt like you already were one of them, for Ghost’s displeasure and Price’s amusement, who watched his team slowly getting used to you, he knew that to get you to feel comfortable to work with them would take a while, the same going for Ghost, who very slowly allowed you to do things without having a shadow glued to your back. – Making sure you wouldn’t do something stupid. – the Lieutenant had said to them at the beginning.

Price soon found out that watching Ghost’s opinion of you slowly change to be very entertaining, it was clearly he would take longer than the others to get used to you, but what surprised him was how you didn’t seem so preoccupied to keep you guard up, even after what happened with the Lieutenant, but he was a prideful man, even if now he no longer felt the distrust he had at the beginning, he would never admit it, to the amusement of his Captain.

Soap and Gaz had managed to break your first wall at the same time they realized they could truly trust you. You had to work with them in an infiltration operation to rescue some hostages, they quickly noticed that the way you operated was like Ghost, to get your trust was something hard to do, but luckily for them, you were actually a lot nicer in the process. Sure you were cold and harsh, extremely professional and hated the idea of showing your face to just anyone, but you didn’t insult them like someone they knew at the beginning, being always respectful and friendly, even when some of the other soldiers would belittle you behind your back, not exactly trying to hide their thoughts.

After some close calls, and you pulling Soap back to avoid him getting shot, all of you managed to get to the hostages without bigger problems. Gaz was the one more anxious about you dealing with hostages, there was a fine line with people like you, you could be cold and somehow keep your humanity, clinging to everything to keep the most of your moral compass, or you could be the type that lost everything for the power to kill others with such precision, throwing away your morals and feelings to bath yourself and others in blood. He soon noticed you were the first kind, while you three worked on liberating the hostages, you did your best to sound friendly, using their mother language the best way you could to smoothing them and making sure all of them were ok before moving, watching with interest how you almost beat up one of the soldiers who came as back up for entering the room with a gun and screaming in english they needed to go already.

They soon noticed how it did affect the hostages, who didn’t look at you with the same fear and distrust they usually did when they came to their rescue. You guided them to the truck outside with one of the kids in your arms, who wouldn’t stop crying until you picked him up, saying that everything was ok now, that they would survive. Soap and Gaz, who loved to talk and ask questions any time you would allow it, were silent, watching you insist to one of the soldiers that you would go with the hostages, because the kid wouldn’t stop crying if you put him down. It was funny, how they saw such humanity in someone who also insisted on playing the paper of a cold monster, once again, just like someone they knew.

—

They were almost at the airport, the Task Force talking excitedly about something, Ghost didn’t really care whatever it was, knowing well it wasn’t about the mission. Choosing to look outside the window to distract himself from the weird feeling inside his chest, his mind replaying all the seven missions he had with you. Ghost would never admit it, but he liked the way you worked, for a mercenary that is, you followed every order coming from Price, doing your job with precision and a focus that he only saw on people who had saw a lot on the military life, but mostly, he was relieved when he noticed that you never tried to push yourself in things that were classified information, whatever that Price gave you was enough, you trusted on their judgment to be doing the right thing, or that’s what you told him when he asked why you never asked for more information on what you needed to do.

He thought about how something had changed after the mission with the excited dogs, since then, you definitely looked more relaxed working with them, even following some things they would shout or whisper to you in the middle of a fight. But even after seven missions with him, you stayed closed and professional, at first it was exactly what the Lieutenant wanted, and he couldn’t blame you for it after your first meeting, but now the idea that you probably still hated him made him uncomfortable, precisely because the rest of the team have been bothering you in every opportunity they got to get you to join them.

The car finally came to a stop, Ghost sighed while all of them got out, feeling a headache coming up from how Soap and Gaz couldn’t shut up while waiting for your plane. Price was busy making sure to get all of them to the correct gate, looking at his watch and the multiple screens showing the arrivals.

– Alright boys, let’s go, their plane already landed. – Soap and Gaz were about to celebrate once again before Ghost held them by their shoulders and gave a small squeeze, making them both complain from the pain, a reminder for them to behave already.

It didn’t take long for them to arrive at the gate, and even less for you to be spotted by the team, after all, it’s not everyone who would use all black and a mask for a normal flight. You were looking around to spot the group, almost having a heart attack when you got almost thrown to the ground by two excited men hugging you and screaming your code name.

– Fuc- Gaz! Soap! Holy shit, dudes! – You said trying to sound annoyed, but they could feel your body relaxing after realizing who they were. – You two are very excited dogs, uh? – You said chuckling, not noticing how Ghost breath halted the moment you called them like he did, a thing that his Captain didn’t ignore.

– What can we do? Yer’ too nice to have around, C/N! – Soup said while giving another squeeze, getting complaints from you and Gaz, while Price and Ghost shaked their heads in amusement at the display of affection.

– Enough you two, let them breathe. – Price said getting closer and reaching out his hand to you, who grabbed it firmly, and the Captain could see your smile by how your eyes wrinkled while looking at him. – Nice to have you again, soldier.

You rolled your eyes, Price not ignoring how you didn’t cringe like you used to. – Always a pleasure, Captain. – You chuckled watching the grin form on everyone’s face, or almost everyone.

You turned to see Ghost, who was with his arms crossed and watching you from a distance, you weren’t stupid, and you also noticed how the Lieutenant seemed more relaxed with your presence in the team. You wish you could keep the burning hate you felt for the man when you first met him, but all the missions you already had with the 141 showed you a bit of his true colors, and it was impossible for you to not be curious about the man, and some type of admiration for him to form each time you worked with the team. He was almost like you, just way more bitter about everything that happened to him, you didn’t know what it was, and you would never dare to go ask the man what it was, his mask and the way he behaved was enough for you to understand, maybe with the big difference that he lived it all as a military man, while you were just a civilian in the wrong place, or it came from way before he could enlist, just like you, but it didn’t matter really, you knew that he had his reasons, and that was enough for you to know how to behave.

– Ghost. – You said while nodding to the man, who did the same for you, before all of you went back to the truck to finally go to where all you needed to be.

#simon ghost riley x reader #141 x reader #ghost cod x reader

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my-castles-crumbling · 15 hours

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Hello!

I know you’re not on tumblr tonight i just wanted to write incase i forgot.

So i’m part of the trans community, and before i had any knowledge of what that meant or who to tell, i wanted to tell absolutely everyone. Because i was exited yk?

So i told my friends and i told my friends to tell other people and i told other people.

unfortunately, i live in a southern US state.

There we’re rumors for start. “I heard she got bottom surgery” or some people just fucking walked up to me and asked “do you have a dick now?”

Then there was bullying. “Hey my dog’s name is *my name*! does that mean you’re a dog?” or the occasional slur was thrown around. I was called “Him” (as a name, not a pronoun)

Another problem is when you come out to your school, you can’t exactly tell them you’re something different than what you came out as originally, so everyone at my school either thinks i’m a girl pretending to be a boy, or they just ignore it all together.

As you can see, my school experiences have not been great.

I really want to move schools. Like desperately.

It would be easier to enroll as my preferred gender and I’d be out of that hellhole and learn who i should and shouldn’t tell

But I’m afraid to ask my mom.

She doesn’t really know about anything I do at school. And if i tell her i want to she’ll ask why, and i am scared to tell her about the bullying because she might just talk to my school and make them talk to all the kid’s about kindness.

I don’t want to be the kid who had to hide behind their mother

"unfortunately, i live in a southern US state."

The gasp I gusped. I used to live in South Carolina. Ugh.

I'm curious. Does your mom know? how has she handled you being trans? I feel like that would greatly impact the advice I give, so I'm curious. I know you said she doesn't know what goes on at school, but does she know about your identity?

But either way.

You would not be hiding behind your mother. This is harassment and could be considered a hate crime. Depending on the state, the laws are iffy, but please realize, you are not tattling to your mother because some kid tripped you on the playground. This is serious, and you have a right to say something.

I'm naming you southern anon. Write back!

#ask #asks #ask cas #southern anon

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twisted-fanboy · 2 years

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Coraline Au Chapter 2.

|Hello everyone who sees this. Here is the second part of my Coraline au. If you haven't already read the first chapter please go back and read it. Here is the master list of the series. Please enjoy and I hope have a great day or night.

Gender Neutral Reader.

Chapter Intro: After moving into a new house strange things happen to you. You met two strange boys with one of them clearly hiding something. You go to meet the neighbors and have another encounter with the two strange boys.

Warnings: This series will contain dark themes, spoilers of the movie Coraline if you haven't seen it, mentions of death, arguments, and anxiety.|

Your Perspective:

After getting ready you left your home. You knew that your adoptive father was apparently aquatinted with the other two tenants. Now was the time to decide which neighbor to meet first. You had some cookies that you made for your good bye party with your Octavinelle trio left. You figured it wouldn't hurt to make a good first impression. Plus it means you can get rid of a few of the cookies. Floyd and Jade insisted on making an abundance of them. You put a few on two paper plates and wrapped them.

You looked up the stairs and down the stairs. You pulled out your phone and pulled up Floyd's contact. 'Hey Floyd can you help me make a choice?' You quickly texted. You knew he'd give you a quick reply without a second thought if he wasn't in one of his moods. Plus he may not charge you for the question like the other two. 'Shrimpy! What do you need?' You could tell he was happy you messaged him and not the other two. You figured you'll be getting a message from a jealous Jade and Azul later. Even if you had just got off the phone with them.

You looked at the text it was a bit of a relief and a concern from how quickly he replied. 'Up or down?' You responded. 'Ooooooh you should go up then maybe you will slightly taller!' You put your phone away and tarted heading up the stairs of the pink palace. You did give Floyd a quick thank you for the help. You reached the door and knocked. You were waiting for an answer but didn't get a response. You left and started making your way down the stairs. When you got down you felt something watching you. You quickly turn around and see a man with a grin. The man was wearing quite a bit of purple. His make up was interesting as well,

"Well it seems my friends favorite imp has returned to us. What are you doing back here (Y/N)?' The man greeted with a lot of energy. You felt a chill shoot up your spine. How did this man know your name? Did your father tell him? A bunch of questions raced through your mind. "What do you mean returned to us?" Was the only question that didn't die at your lips. "Hmm perhaps my friends were mistaken if you don't know. My apologies when your father came by he said your name which was the same name as my friends little imp from a long time ago. I am Sam but you can call me Mr. S. I own a shop in town. Feel free to stop by any time Little Imp." He said with a wave and a smile. You gave him the cookies and excused yourself.

That interaction left you with an unsettling feeling. Were you here before? Is this a place you can't remember? You quickly shook your head trying to get rid of your unease. You made your way to go meet the other neighbor. You knocked on the door and heard some dogs barking. Then there was this man with white and black hair. He also seemed to be wearing a fur coat. "Nice to see you again little pup. My name is Divus Crewel if you don't remember me. Would you like to come in for a cup of tea?" Mr. Crewel asked. You didn't feel like staying long. From what you knew him and your father had worked together in a few different schools. You met him once or twice after the adoption but your memories of him were very limited.

"Thank you for the offer Mr. Crewel but I must refuse today. I plan on doing some unpacking. We both know how avoidant my father is with hard work. I have some cookies for you if you'd like them." You said. You were relieved to see someone slightly familiar. He had accepted the cookies. You did have to admit that he had a bit of a concerned energy around him when he saw you. "Since we live by each other now please feel free to come by if you need anything. I can give your father a stern lecture if he neglects your needs at all." Crewel gave a kind smile. So you shrugged off the idea of him being concerned. You handed off the cookies and said your farewells.

For some reason this place was giving you strange feelings. You went back into your home and started unpacking. You managed to get your room and the kitchen sorted out. It took a couple of hours but it was somewhat done. This would take a few days to get it completely unpacked. You heard some sounds outside the front door. "Dire Crowley what the hell do you think you're doing back here with them? I asked you to take care of that pup assuming you'd never come back here. You said where I lived was tackey and you hated it." The voice was very muffled. You made your way to the door to hear the conversation better. When you got closer you saw Mr. Crewel with your father.

They were definitely talking about you. Something was going on and the information was being kept from you. frankly that pissed you off. "They will be fine plus some of their doctors said they might be able to regain their memories if we came back to where they happened." You heard your father say. "You went to crack doctors. The best thing after their parents ran off was to give them a life where they wouldn't have to worry about the past." Crewel snapped. Your eyes widened. This was were your parents abandoned you. Mr. S was right you were here before. You got away from the house and snuck out the back door. You went into the forest.

Unbeknown to you in your panicked state there was a set of eyes watching you with delight. You made your way through the array of trees. You pulled out your phone with a tightness in your chest. What have those two been hiding. You quickly called Jade hoping he is still up considering the time difference between your towns. Though it was mid day for you it was already night for your friends as they are a few hours ahead of you. "Hello?" Was heard in a tired voice. "I didn't wake you up did I?" You asked worried. Though you needed to talk to someone you would've felt terrible for waking him. You should've just called Azul that man is always up scheming something. "If you did would I get a favor?" Jade asked.

Jamil's Perspective:

Jamil had a bad feeling and didn't get an ounce of sleep. He wasn't sure that hand wouldn't get the so he was holding it. He checked the doll because his instincts were going crazy. He felt his heart drop when he found it had disappeared. He might go check the Pink Palace and then make up a lie about it if (Y/N) had it. He promised he'd protect them after all they both were in that world together. He went back to save them from the Beldam. He made his way out to head towards the that house. He was gripping the key in a tight grip. He wanted no chance in that thing getting it.

As he was walking he heard a voice. His distrustful nature made him listen he heard their voice. He got closer to hear better. "Jade I don't know what to do. I just found out that I lived here before. I don't remember any of it and I am scared. I am tired of being lied too. I just want to be back there with you three." Jamil heard he was tears on their face. He frowned. He hated seeing them like that when they were younger. Jamil was so lost in thought he didn't notice Grim sneak by his legs. Of course alerting them. He stiffened and hid behind a tree praying they didn't see him.

"Whose there?" He heard your voice. He kept quiet. "Jade I'll call you tomorrow." Jamil heard foot steps coming closer to him. He was panicking internally. "Grim is giving me your location so just come out." (Y/N) demanded. Jamil gave a glare to the cat as he came out from behind the tree. They gave him a sad look and he just wanted to comfort them. "How much of that did you hear?" They asked wiping their eyes. "Just that last part." He answered avoiding their eyes. When he looked at them again he could see their eyes light up with an idea. "Jamil how long have you lived here? Maybe you can help me sort some things out." Their voice was soft even though they had just been crying. He cursed himself in his head for allowing himself to have a once childish crush on them.

"My whole life. Why does that matter to anything?" He answered. There might be trouble if he hesitated. He mostly didn't wish to see them crying again. "Did we ever meet?" They asked moving closer. Jamil opened his mouth about to lie when they stepped closer. Something must've caught their attention. He stepped back as they got closer. He didn't put enough distance before they grabbed his wrist with the bracelet they gave him. Which happened to be the hand with the key in it. In the moment he dropped it because of their touch. "What are you doing?" He question pulling his writs away. He noticed how they had grown up. Why did they still have to have a pretty face. Them forgetting him did hurt him terribly bad but he'd never admit it.

"Where did you get that bracelet?" They asked closing the distance between them. Jamil was soon unable to back up anymore as his back was pressed against a tree. He couldn't tell them they made it. Regaining their memory could hurt them. "It's something my parents got for me, the store went out of business years ago." He lied. He was avoiding their eyes a bit. They seemed to frown while looking at their own wrist. He wanted to hit himself for having a soft spot for them. "Well did you ever meet me? Kalim said your dad own the Pink Palace. According to a conversation I wasn't supposed to hear I once lived their." They said leaning closer to him.

Jamil came up with a quick idea. Perhaps if he was cruel enough they would leave an be safe again. He used his bangs to hide his face to make it harder for them to see his expression. He was going to but couldn't bring himself to it. "I never met a (Y/N) (L/N)." He said before realizing his little slip up. Their eyes widened. "Only Mr. Crewel knew my last name before I was adopted. Please don't lie to me again Jamil. I just want to know." They begged. Jamil looked away and pulled his hood over his face. "We did meet as kids. I found you annoying and useless. I recognized you the second I saw you. I easily memorize face of everyone I meet." He muttered. Lying was easy for him towards some people but you always made him feel bad about it. it was just like lying to his siblings.

Your Perspective:

You felt sadden that the one person who might have answers to the missing memories you lost disliked you. "Well I am sure I have grown a lot so how about we try being friends again?" You said with a smile holding out your hand for. You couldn't see a lot of his face because of his hair and hood. Something about his tone didn't sit right with you. You wanted to know what he was hiding. You felt upset by Jamil's response. "We can't I dislike you too much honestly I wish you'd leave this town and never return." He paused for a second something of his tone was filled with sadness. He moved and got off the tree turned around around. "I thought if I never saw you again it would be too soon." You thought the sadness was a mistake as his tone was extremely cold. You felt hurt by this. Was he just a horrible person or did you truly that bad when you were a child? You went quiet as he walked away. You had no idea how he broke down on his knees when he was alone. Not that he'd ever admit it.

You looked at the ground as fresh tears began forming. That was right before seeing a key with a button on the end. You kneeled down and picked it up. You started heading home with it in your hand you snuck back into your home and to your room. Crowley didn't seem to notice your disappearance. "(Y/N)?" You jumped when you heard Jade's voice. Your eyes went wide when you realized that you didn't hang up earlier. You started crying more. "I'm sorry to have kept you up Jade I'll talk to you later." You said quickly hanging up. Jade's tone was serious and he called you by your name so you must've messed up big time. Immediately your phone started ringing again. You didn't pick up and turned your phone off. You just wanted to curl up on your bed but you saw that doll on there. Your father must've moved it there. He didn't seem to care that you weren't in there. "Why can't I make friends normally? I clearly did something messed up to Jamil. What if I bullied him and have no recollection of it? Why can't I remember what I did that was so wrong?" You asked yourself not noticing the pair of button eyes watching you

You wiped your eyes. There was no need to be a cry baby. You went and to wash your face. Eventually you heard Crowley's voice. "(Y/N), dinner time! I ordered take out." He said. "I am not hungry right now. I am just going to take a shower and go to bed." You called back. "Ok but tomorrow we are going to have to have a conversation." He called out. You felt dread in you stomach hearing his words. You did exactly what you told your father you would. In the middle of the night you woke up to some glowing lights. Something compelled you to follow it. After you did it lead you to that blocked off door you saw earlier. You wondered if the key you found earlier was for it. You used thought why not give it a try and opened it up.

Once the door was open you saw a colorful tunnel. You started crawling through it. Your curiosity always got the best of you. At the end of the tunnel you were surprised to see the same living room perhaps it was just a small loop? Then you see your adoptive father. "Dad what are you doing up so late?" You asked rubbing your eyes. "Well you went to bed without food so of course I am making you food." He answered. He turned around and you immediately screamed. Rather than seeing your adoptive father's golden eyes you saw two black buttons. "You're not my father!" you screamed quickly looking for something to defend yourself with. "I am you other father. Everyone has one. Not everyone gets to meet them though. This is my second time being able to meet my dear (Y/N). I'm like your father only better. Now come on and eat up. After Jamil wants to take you on a walk." He answered. You sat down skeptical. "Jamil hates me though." You said confused. "The Jamil I am talking about adores you. He's the other Jamil." The other Crowley said. He set a plate of your favorite food in front of you. There was a expectation of him saying how generous he was but it never came.

You weren't too sure about the food and were about to refuse it before your stomach growled. You hesitantly took a bite before quickly eating the rest after. It was so good. Then you headed outside to see Jamil with the same button eyes that the other Crowley had. Perhaps this was just a great dream. You pinched yourself and it hurt. You were absolutely awake. "Hey (Y/N). Do you remember me? If not that's ok. We can always make new memories." He said. "I can tell you about all the things we used to do. Like how you loved dancing with me in the moon light. We could also go and do what we used to go watch Mr. Crewel perform a drama monologue or have Mr. S give us our fortunes." He ha a friendly feeling around him. You subconsciously smile something about this was very familiar. "Let's just dance for a bit." You answered and a memory came back to you as you danced. The only differences was that Jamil didn't have button eyes and Kalim was also with you both. Perhaps you just remembered incorrectly. The normal Jamil did say he disliked you earlier after all.

You enjoyed it before exhaustion hit you very hard. You gave a yawn. "You should get some rest and come back tomorrow. I hope we can get your memories back." The other Jamil said with a smile. You went to your room and saw the picture of your Octavinelle trio animated. They all had the same black button eyes. You started talking to them excitedly. You held the picture as you fell asleep. That morning you woke up feeling refreshed. You were in your normal room. You sat up and stretched. You gave a yawn before grabbing your phone. You turned it back on and paled. You saw several missed calls and messages from Jade. He was pissed and you were going to have to deal with it. You opened the phone and started going through the messages. One of the last ones made you pale more. You realized he was beyond pissed you ignored him while he was trying to see what was going on. '(Y/N) If you don't answer me I will be coming there this weekend.' The time was at 3 am. You were so fucked. You quickly dialed his number. He answered far too quickly for comfort. You heard him excuse himself away for a moment.

"Oya now you reach out. Several hours later. First you wake me up and then when I hear you cry you hang up on me. Don't you think that's a bit rude (Y/N). I feel as though robbing me of a full nights sleep as well means you owe me. Wouldn't you agree? That is a very cruel thing to do after all. I ensure you if it ever happens again I won't give you a warning and will just be there with a few hours." Jade's tone send a chill down your spine. To anyone that didn't know him would've thought he was just a bit sad. Though you knew better. That was a warning for making him worry. "I do owe you. Please forgive me Jade. I panicked when I realized you heard the conversation. I was already dealing with a lot." You mumbled hoping he'd forgive you. "Promise me you'll never do it to me again and I'll consider it." He answered. You were aware of the smile he might be giving. "I won't do it again I promise Jade. Thanks for even answering. Oh and you don't need to show up here." You quickly said.

"Oya so you don't want to see me. How cruel can you be?" As Jade spoke you could hear his fake pout. "Knock off the act." You said. You at least had a smile now. Your conversation was cut short by Floyd calling his brother. You gave a sigh of relief when he hung up. You were glad Jade always had a soft spot for you. Anyone else and you were sure they'd be six feet under. You sent Jade another message. 'Thanks for always being there for me Jade.' There wasn't a reply and you didn't need one. Now you had to go talk with your father.

#twst x reader #twst x gn reader #jamil viper #coraline au #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x gn reader #jade leech #jamil viper x reader #kalim x reader #dire crowley #divus crewel

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brotherjoeysstuff · 5 months

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I own a pet snake, a big ball python that is. Her name is Gaia, or at least that’s what I call her. Or him. I don’t even know her gender since I found her in an abandoned home. But that doesn’t matter I think. What does matter though, is the fact that I saved her from certain death and that she is visibly thankful for that. That’s what I like to believe at least. I feed her well, I built her a big tank with all sorts of sticks and stones to hide under and don’t get me started on the heating lamp that provides a perfect climate to be warm in this small world of hers.

Gaia likes to hide in the same spot. Sometimes she doesn’t move at all for hours, or even days. I often get worried and poke her a little to see if she is still alive. She doesn’t like that at all but I‘m happy when she hisses at me.

Every now and then I try to take her out of her tank so I can pet her for a bit before I go and get ready for bed. Ever so gently I put her back so she can slither around her familiar home and hide again. I think that this is a nice evening ritual for the both of us. I like her company and she enjoys mine. That’s what I like to believe at least.

Sometimes I forget to change her water bowl in the morning but that’s alright, I’ll just do that in the evening, she’s been through worse. After all, it was I who saved her life so she has no right to complain. And so Gaia doesn’t complain most of the time, only a little hiss when she’s not in the mood for our nightly routine. I still take her out of her home though, I mean, isn’t that my right? I like to believe it is, at the end of the day she is my pet.

Just like cats and dogs and other pets, snakes need to exercise aswell. So every time I take Gaia away from her home I place her on my bed so she can move freely. I watch her tangled body unwind, scanning her environment like a periscope on a submarine (It really looks like that, look it up). I find this hilarious. With a smile on my face I sit beside her while she moves around my bedsheets. Sometimes she even tries to climb down onto the hardwood floor where I can‘t see her anymore. Quickly I lift her up and place her back to where I can see her. This seems to often irritate her. Her movements accelerate, a clear sign of distress. But I get distressed too when I can‘t see her anymore so she better behave. I am her owner after all, I get to have control over the situation, not her. At least that‘s what i like to believe.

I love Gaia with all my heart. I think owning a snake sounds so much cooler than to tell someone boring stories about your oh so wonderful golden retriever puppy. It makes me feel a bit more special. Have I ever thought about a snake’s nature? Do I not feel bad that a wild animal has to stay in such a small cage you ask? Not at all, don‘t forget that I saved her life and that she doesn‘t know any different anyways. Or at least that‘s what I like to believe.

I think every pet-owner would agree when I say that owning an animal is the greatest thing ever. It‘s like having a child without the screaming and the high costs that come with it. You get to play with your pet at any time, they can‘t really tell you no. That‘s all there is to say, or at least that‘s what I like to believe.

I really love my pet snake Gaia. I like the feeling of playing God, I love being in control of a living thing. I know what‘s good for her so I give her all that she needs to lead a happy life. It is so simple to satisfy someone‘s needs when they can‘t say what they need. It would make it a lot harder if they could. Or at least that‘s what I like to believe.

God, why does my brain know how to speak?

#short story #snake #ball python #pets

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idyllicdeco · 2 years

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100 followers celebration 🍾

Y’all don’t understand how happy I am rn !! I thought abt making an ask event to thank you for all the support 🤍.

My asks are open for normal requests too!!

Don’t forget: I write for SVT, BTS, TXT, SKZ (in your ask please specify the member you want the fic to be about, a short description and the number of the prompt you’d like included- and preferably the gender of the reader and the genre of the fic- smut, angst, fluff etc.)

Prompts:

1. "You make such pretty sounds, my love."

2. "Tell me how it feels. It doesn't hurt does it?"

3. "Are..you ok? Is this pace good enough?"

4. “Mmm, so beautiful...”

5. "You know, how about a little fun before we go to bed?"

7. "Does doing these kinds of things make us friends with benefits?"

9. "I'd love to love you all night, my love

10. "I love seeing you so flustered."

11. "You're so cute when you're nervous."

12. "I need you.."

13. "You like it when I touch you?"

14. "I want to make love to you.”

15. "Tell me how much you want me."

16. "I can't help but to be turned on by the sight of you."

18. "You don't have to be so shy around me, you know?"

19. "I will never get tired of holding you”

20. "Would you like to do it again?"

21. "Why can't I get enough of you?"

22. "We could... do it."

23. "Come here."

24. "What if I told you I wanted you, right here. Right now?"

26. "I- I've never done this before so I'm afraid you have to guide me."

28. "You're so adorable. Aww, don't hide your face/ don't cover up."

30. "Stop the teasing, please.”

31. "I love it when you moan my name"

32. "Just a little harder"

33. "Let me give you a reason to stay in bed"

34. "Please don't stop"

35. "I can't sleep without you here"

36. "Spend the night with me

37. "You can get louder can't you"

38. "Look at what you do to me"

39. "Don't cum yet"

40. "I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention"

41. "You look so beautiful."

42. "'mere, you can sit on my lap"

43. "You're being all cute and sweet, it's making me want to kiss you"

45. "Don't touch me, i'm all sick" "it's alright"

46. "Sorry for waking you, baby. go back to sleep"

47. "You think i'm cute?"

48. "My heart is beating so fast right now"

49. "Take my hand"

50. "You were my first kiss"

51. "Just like I expected, you're much comfier than my pillow"

53. "I trust you. more than anyone else"

54. “Why didn't you tell me?"

55. "I’m only here for the dog"

56. "Is that... my shirt?"

57. "I'm sorry, what were you saying? I keep getting distracted because of your lips"

59. "Say that again"

60. "You might be an idiot but you're my idiot"

61. "Did you just... bite me?"

62. "I’m not even that drunk..

63. "Please tell me this is not why you woke me up”

65. "Have troubles falling asleep without you next to me"

67. "But admit it, you love it/me?

68. "Did you just kiss me?"

69. "Why are you avoiding me?"

70. "Are you seriously giving me the silent treatment?"

72. "Haven't seen you all day, i might pass out"

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nonokoko13 · 3 years

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Child!reader being adopted by spy x family characters Pt. 2

As I said in the previous part, these adoption headcanons are really specific, including your hypothetical pronouns and name; these two are extra so you can imagine yourself with your name and desired gender. You can ask for less specific headcanons if you want too. Part 1 here

Enjoy!

Sylvia Sherwood

How you met

She carries the responsibility of WISE, she needs to be committed to it. More than ever now that the peace was threatened every day by those who wanted war to arise again

She missed her family, but she overcame it. Just like the HQ she had to be impenetrable

At least, that's what she thought

Because right in front of her there was the question which answers she wanted to hear. A kid.

It would be normal to see one if she wasn't at the HQ

It didn't help no one knew there was a kid there until you spoke up

The camera system didn't record you and there wasn't any entrance to the agency that had been forced. You weren't any employee's kid either

After scolding them and order to search your parents she met you again

"Hello little one. May I ask you how did you get in here?"

You smiled, seeming to have been waiting her to ask

"Because I like to play and explore! And I'm really good at hide and seek"

Sylvia raised an eyebrow. No matter how well someone was good at hiding there was no way you could break into the HQ; it sounded surrealistic

"But how did you find this place?"

"Because it was easy to find"

"Don't you think you could end bad breaking into unknown places?"

"If I don't know what isthis place how I'd know that?"

Fair enough

That conversation wasn't going anywhere, yet she was angrier with the security staff than you. You didn't look worried though

You gave her an idea

"Do you want to play with me?"

Both entered in the nearest police station, she talked with the officers before telling you to count until 1000 while she was going to hide. You started the count facing a wall

She felt bad, but there were some traffickers she had to catch before they made the exchange

She was following their car; everything fine until she believed to see a small hand greeting her from the car's trunk

She returned to the police station to find out that moments later of her departure you disappeared without anyone realizing. She went to the point where the delivery would be made

Outside the abandoned warehouse there was no signal that you were there until she saw you getting out from under the car on the other side

Something caused a shooting that would make the police come and caught her at any moment. The bands kept shooting at each other while you were behind a transport container

"What were you thinking?! I told you to stay with the police!"

"I'm sorry, I counted until I know, then I saw you following the car, so I followed too. But before they caught me I hid in there...I'm sorry..." You pulled out a walkie-talkie

"I got two from the police station. I left one in there so the others thought the guys of that car were betraying them, it should have worked to scape with no bad guys seeing us"

She was impressed. However, there was no time to ask where you learn that from

Analyzing the situation the principal scape was blocked, fortunately they hadn't noticed you yet so–

You pulled her shirt, pointing somewhere else

"Let's get out"

General headcanons

Sylvia was still surprised that your plan of exiting through a rear window she hadn't seen and walk away without hurry could work

She stopped walking to watch you smash the walkie-talkie and take out some matches to burn it

"Now they can't find footprints!"

The police may not get answers about it but she had many questions for you

She lied to you about the HQ, after the shooting her lie was on the floor. Thenceforth Sylvia's not able to tell if you were playing along and keeping her secret or you have no idea what's all about

You thought her name was Handler. When you knew she was called Sylvia Sherwood you pointed your hoody logo and say "S of Super, you're superman–Superwoman!"

That's how she begun to be mistaken with an endearing mother and her son. She was superwoman and you "kid", because you said that's how you were called, along with child, shrimp, demon...

"That's unacceptable". She handed you lists of names to choose, unfortunately no one convinced you

It wasn't until you two went to a jewelry store that you found the name

The casual way you break in HQ when you want still frustrates her, how do you do it?? You don't see big deal though

Fullmetal lady didn't remember how tough was motherhood

Anyone would freak out if they found out about spies. Yet there you are, admiring flying guys in underpants

Sylvia asked you about your family, but you always tell the same: you lived with dad until he left you with a woman that he said was your mom

The Handler found out your father is a repeat offender, currently on a maximum security prison in another country. Both him and the woman without offspring legally

"Please, don't tell me one of his criminal records is jailbreaking"

The informant doubted "Actually, that's the main one"

"..."

The Forgers

Scenario where it's up to both of them to adopt you. To keep Loid's mental sanity safe it will be independent of the timeline where Yor has a kid on her own, feel free to imagine both kids being Anya's siblings at the same time. You can ask me to include that idea if I write more about this

How you met

As I said before Twilight wouldn't adopt anyone due his job, only one kid for Operation Strix and that was Anya. For now Yor didn't want more kids, she loves Anya and that's enough for them

Not for Anya. She wanted a little sibling

All started talking with Becky when Damian mentioned his brother. Back at home she brought the topic and neither Pa or Ma were giving her an answer of where babies come from

That's when she begun to feel like being a sister. Any plan helped her to convince her parents though

Anya remembered something Mr Henderson told them. "If you want something, take it into your own hands"

And she took it too seriously

Next day Anya and Bond disappeared, she was in the dogs park with Yor

While Mrs Forger panicked Anya had returned to the place she met Twilight

As the time passed the Forgers worried more. When they found Anya and Bond at their building's door they felt relieved

Your presence didn't make things better

They asked Anya where she had been and where did you come from. She said she adopted you

Of course Anya wasn't going to say she broke into an orphanage and took you

Loid's scolding made you cry

"Anya, we aren't adopting–"

"If she's not my sister I won't go to school ever again!!"

"Just for a trial period" that's what Loid hoped

General headcanons

Loid thought babies were easy because it's unnecessary (more impossible) communication with a living being that can't talk; after all babies only have basic needs. He was wrong

It would be easier if you could talk. Why are you crying? You have eaten! Are you sad? Cold? You dislike him?

Yor is not better either. Because her parents died when Yuri was a kid Yor didn't have experience with changing diapers, or anything related with babies

She was more scared than Loid to the point she didn't want to hold you. She broke Yuri's ribs with a hug when he was a toddler, what if she kills you with few contact?

In less than 24 hours you already had a crib and all kinds of things a baby would need. However, having three bedrooms and parents sleeping in separate rooms meant all your things ended in Anya's room

You cried at night until they discovered you calmed down when Anya let you a plushie to hug

She can't wait for the day pa and ma share bed to take back her bedroom

The second night Anya had an idea

Ma is scared of being your mom, solution? Leave you in her bed while Yor is asleep imagining that would work

Thanks God Yor doesn't move much when sleeping. On the other hand Yor is a light sleeper due not being used to sleep with someone so she woke up minutes later

She almost jump out of the bed, realizing that would make you cry made her contain. You groaned, did she wake you up? Yor wasn't sure of holding you, instead she laid down again and approached you to her chest

Seeing you so peaceful by her side melted her, thinking about it you looked a bit like her and Loid.. She blushed at the embarrassing thought

Bold of them to not imagine that's why Anya chose you

In the morning Loid discovered what happened and had a little words with Anya during breakfast before she went to school

Yor went to work and he decided to take a day off from his work to spend the morning with you. The Handler said the first days you should see them to recognize faces

Walks with Bond, buying toys, trying to teach you sign language...Normal stuff

Loid is glad you don't do anything but sleep and eat, except your obsession with munching. When you first kissed Yor he found it normal until you munched her cheek and now you do that to everyone; probably you're teething

Yor found it really cute, but you shouldn't go kissing and chewing cheeks. Anya thinks is funny just don't try to chew her hair again please

Another problem came with names. Loid was going through a list of 850 names in alphabetical order, meanings included; Yor didn't take it to the extreme

"Hum, what about Rose? I think it's a cute name, I mean it's both decision and I'm not good with names Loid–"

Welcome to the family Rose

A spy, an assassin, a telepath and... Well, a baby. Seems like a good mix

Yor Briar

As we know Twilight only would adopt for Operation Strix's sake. Yor became mother by marrying Loid, but what if she had already a kid before being Mrs Forger?

Inspired by this post of @say-seira

How you met

Long ago before Twilight adopted the identity of Loid Forger, the Briars moved to a flat in Berlint

While the eldest sibling had recently become an adult Yuri was only a kid, Yor decided to move to the city so he had nearer his school. It was possible due her proper salary as Thorn Princess

This change would make her job easier too. She had a new client which death could pay Yuri's entrance to a good university

There was a politician who negotiated with terrorists, helping them to get into Ostania and providing them with weapons in exchange to gain good propaganda abroad and getting rid of competition

Knowing this was enough to make Yor's blood boil. He deserved to die, she was sure of it

Struggling with the security around him, Yor finally killed the target without leaving trace

The only inconvenience was a bad injury made by a bullet that she received. After removing the bullet the wound got worse

She went to the hospital to avoid an infection. In the waiting room she met a kind lady, Yor swore that she had seen her before

The woman was scared, but Yor reassured her she will wait her

While Yor was attended the girl was taken to another room. As she promised, Yor waited in the hall after her wound was treated; with a buttoned medical gown on because she didn't want to attract more attention due the bandaged wound in sight

Time passed and many people enter and exit from the room, but she didn't. A nurse carrying something mistook her for one of the staff and scolded her for standing there

"Here, take the baby to the nursery"

"Me? But— wait! What about the woman? Is she okay?"

From afar she heard the answer, but before Yor could explain the error the woman had left. She was shocked, how? She seemed fine

Against her will the dark-haired looked at the lump she was holding: rosy cheeks babbling in dreams, you were in peace

Her shock grew when she saw you shared the username that the man she killed had. That's why the woman was familiar: she was the politician's daughter

Yor searched someone who hand the baby when she recognized the doctor that guided the woman to the room, he was talking with a masked nurse

The fact they went to a private place and maintained their voices low made her suspect

"Did you take care of the mother?" the nurse asked

"Yes, they got ahead of us with her father but I think they will pay us anyway. When they found it was a medical negligence we'll be far from here"

Yor understood they were assassins as well, probably paid by a rival. Luckily they hadn't seen her yet

"Heh, do you they will pay more if we got rid of the baby?"

Yor left the hospital with you, unsure of what to do. Did you have more relatives? The widowed politician didn't have more kids, and your mother came alone. What if they wanted to kill the rest of the family?

A small hand grabbed hers, and every fear disappeared. Looking at each other, she knew you were safer with her. Perhaps it was only guilt or sympathy, but she would try

General headcanons

The moment Yuri saw Yor holding you was in disbelief. Yor said she found you in the streets and he believed it

At first he tried to convince her sister to leave you in a orphanage but once scolding was enough to cease

Still disliking you for the first months. It took some time until he saw you like one of his family

Yuri helped, although they had a rough time because you refused to eat Yor's purees. Your endurance might grew up to make you the only person who can eat her food without bleeding but it doesn't mean you like its flavor

She viewed you as a sibling until you were two, being called mom made Yor too happy to correct you. Yuri was just Yuri, you never feel like using formalities with him or addressing "Uncle" everytime you talked

Yor decided to let your belongings, it was better that way. When you were older, and only if you wanted, she would tell you the truth

She's bad with names, Rose was the only name she could think of but you're a boy. Yor's parents loved that Yuri and her had matching names, therefore you would be the sweet addition to it

The only name I could think of is Yuu because it's gender neutral and means "you" sorry

During the first year of your life she didn't try to hide the blood of her clothes from you. Yuri never suspected either and you wouldn't remember it when you grow up

Your lack of childhood amnesia was something she didn't have in count. Not that she knows you know anyway

Yor has been training you since you were able to walk, if she wasn't there when you needed at least you would be ready to defend yourself. Proud to say you're her strong boy

That said, if the assassins that tried to killed you found were you lived it's something you ignore. Being the protective mother Yor is they could be dead by now

Six years later, it was still Yor and you against the world, with Yuri being the only paternal figure you had. Before one day she met a man and everything changed

She said he will help her by accompanying her to a party so Yuri stopped worrying about her. She said it would be one night, and the next morning you woke up with Yor waiting to talk with you

In part she accepted because of you; you passed the Eden exam before knowing you needed a dad for it. That requisite seemed stupid for you, as you reassured her you could go to any other school; now you would be accepted into the best school!

You agreed and started packing. What else you could do? The decision was made before you were asked anyway, and you didn't want to argue with your mom because she was doing it for your future too

Of course it affected you. No matter how nice they were it was a huge change; in one day you had to move to a new place which didn't feel like home and live with strangers who you'll have to share mom with isn't easy

Anya was nervous too, but for different reasons. She was so excited to meet her soon-to-be sibling! For her, who was an orphan last week, having a pa, a ma and a friend to play with was great

Her expectations went down when she read your mind. You didn't think bad of them, but excited wasn't the word to describe your emotional state either

Loid may not be good at understanding children, but it was clear for him you wasn't comfortable. For him would be weirder if you didn't seem affected at all

On the contrary, Yor seemed cool with all of this to you. Even without any idea of how to be a wife or mother for Anya she enjoyed her time as Forger, which confused you a bit

Yor is happier, not only because she didn't have to worry about the SSS or Yuri anymore. They make her happier, it's just matter of time she could fall for Loid and have a baby that was her own, real kid

Being sure Yor loves you and your new family want you to feel welcomed doesn't make disappear the feelings you carry with. Still, if mom is happy you prefer to keep it to yourself and try to maker her smile too

If it wasn't because Yuri hates the idea of her sister hiding her marriage for a year and sympathized your situation he would have laughed at the irony when you told him during your uncle-nephew walk the next day of his meeting with "Loiloi"

He doesn't know they got married before you attended school so he assumed you had been holding it for a long time. He passed his fingers through your hair

"I understand it's difficult, but I'll be for you whenever you need me"

+ Honorable mention to compensate you for the mild ansgt without warning

Daybreak

We don't know much about him but I included this dork for fun

Thinking about "Daybreak" and "parenthood" makes anyone's mind stopped working

Mainly because it's difficult to say which one would be the child

Not "How you met headcanons" because he wouldn't be able to adopt to begin with

From what we saw in chapter 27 he seems to live alone, depending on his amazing spy career to afford pork steak for dinner. So he must not live too good given that after his first mission he was fired

If he had a child, it would be likely because of a previous relationship he had and didn't end well

He didn't adopt you. You're his biological kid, the only not adopted of this gang

Sorry we can't choose our family good luck ig

Not necessarily ended bad, even remaining as friends, your mother took a different path and is happily married with another man

If she knew he wanted to be a spy either thought "it's a joke" or *sigh*

She was who brought money in the relationship, now you live with her and your step-dad but at the beginning you didn't want to

Daybreak talked with you and promised you could visit each other and even live with him when he could afford it

They don't get it

Who would take care of him? The idea of living on his own was frightening to you

Imagine being father and is your kid who worries about whether pops know how to pay taxes without mom

You took after him in terms of appearance. Any signal of intelligence was from your mother

Average smart but surely smarter than him

Probably he thanked God that you were a boy. He will love whatever you are but he was relieved of saving himself of buying female products when you were on that time of the month and guide you through puberty

As much as he says to be a charming man he's not good with women either so

Your name is Sunny. Guess who chose it

Probably you see him more on weekends than during the week

Until you showed him Spy Wars he didn't have no idea that existed such good series

Of course not cooler than the legend he is but Daybreak jokes about how reading that and seeing your cool pops in action would make you half as good spy as he is someday

Quite sad is that your common sense along with the things you see on TV are enough to be better spy material

You try to watch it with him to see if he learns something

Unsure of what you'll be in the future but in the mean time you had fun watching cartoons and liking kids stuff like dinosaurs and skateboard

Current status: Busy with your first year at school and getting him out of trouble

#spy x family #sxf headcanons #sylvia sherwood #the handler #loid forger #yor forger #anya forger #yor briar #thorn princess #daybreak #child!reader

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gin and tonic and bad, bad men

Collab Masterlist

✧ pairing: bartender!dabi x waitstaff!fem!reader

✧ word count: 6k

✧ warnings: misogyny, scummy dabi, noncon/dubcon, yandere vibes, cat calling, toxic relationships, toxic work environment, face fucking (?), smut, semi-public sex (in an alley), alcohol, drunk reader, drunk sex, smoking mention, brief spitting, humiliation, light degradation, probably incorrect use of restaurant terminology, reader is implied female but no body parts are explicitly gendered

✧ summary: Dabi is willing to protect you from those awful, nasty men who torment you at work, but he never does anything on the house -- or the newbie at the bar catches dabi's attention and everyone else's.

✧ a/n: Heyy my first dabi, and he's scummy as hell in this. who's shocked? Not me. This is for the BNHAREM collab and it's a coworker/workplace au! Please go check out all the other works, everyone is so talented! Enjoy~

Dead men tell no tales, but drunk men’s mouths run wild.

Liquor loosens the lips like no other force of nature.

Dabi knows this to be true.

Whiskey runs hot in the blood and makes hands reach to lay claim on whatever is closest, whatever is prettiest within their grasp.

Alcohol on the tongue draws forth cravings from deep, hidden pits in men—bears their ugly truths to the world—and Dabi is the master of this liquid sorcery.

He sits, high and mighty, behind the safety of his bartop and watches the sea of bodies grow loose with vodka and gin and in turn he drinks their secrets. Sees the things they hide in sobriety and knows their nature with a removed certainty that is only found in those who have seen the darkest depths of mankind and come out the other side stinking of their filth.

The mahogany slab that separates Dabi from the waves of slobbering drunkards does nothing to stop the infection from spreading. He knows their thoughts, knows their truth, knows what their hands long to bruise, because they’re his thoughts too.

His truth.

His longing.

Kept only at bay by the simple fact that the boss doesn’t like him drinking on shift. Likes to keep his air of professionalism even if the bar is nothing more than a seedy dive in the bad part of the bad part of town.

Whatever keeps him off Dabi’s back is fine.

“The bar is over there and that door is to the kitchen…”

Toga’s voice pulls him from his stupor. The dirty rag he’d been using to halfheartedly wipe down the counters leaves his skin slick, calluses soft and plump as the water eats at them. She’s showing around one of the new hires. The turn over rate for staff here is so goddamn awful that this is a near weekly occurrence, so Dabi doesn’t pay her much mind as she wanders over.

It isn’t until her face is shoved up against his across the bar that he looks away from his task.

“Say hi to the newbie!” she cackles, smile just deranged enough to keep her safe from the crowds on packed nights.

Toga doesn’t look it but she belongs here too, in the filth and squalor of humans. But not like him. She thrives and gorges herself on their foolishness, twirling through the mob of patrons, always knowing who’s back to pat for gracious tips and who’s to stab when she needs to.

He glances up through his lashes and is both shocked and unsurprised by what he finds.

Hanging off the end of Toga’s arm, you stand out against the dingy background of the taproom. The smog of the bar clings to it’s staff, making their hair dull and their eyes red rimmed. You haven’t been poisoned yet though. The smell of the downpour raging outside still clings to you and errant raindrops drip down your chin like tears.

“Hey,” he grumbles and with another prodding look from Toga tacks on a gruff, “name’s Dabi.”

“He’s our bartender,” Toga provides after his silence and you smile. He guesses cause you don’t know any better.

You’ll learn not to do that down here soon enough.

“It’s nice to meet you.”

Your name slips off your lips and onto his like top shelf tequila. There’s rain on your palm as you reach out for him, so when he takes it to shake, you can’t feel the way the grime clings to his skin—can’t feel the roughness etched into his fingers through the chill.

Can’t see him for what he is.

Meanwhile, you’re practically transparent in the dim, neon light of the bar.

The buttons of your shirt are undone too low, he notices as Toga drags you away to the back. He could warn you, should warn you. That when the late night crowd stumbles in, you’ll want those extra inches of skin covered up. That dressing like that is just asking for something to get smacked.

You must be stupid to not know it, because he doesn’t think you do.

You’re not really carrying yourself like a slut, he thinks, watching you trail along behind his boisterous coworker smiling and nodding and eager to please.

He ought to warn you.

But he knows he won’t.

You’ll be gone within a week and Dabi will swiftly forget your name and face just like the others before you. He’ll sneak shots in while his manager’s back is turned and any memory of you will be filtered out by his abused liver.

But for now, Dabi reigns himself back in to polish some of the obvious stains from his glasses and prepares himself for the show. The doors open in an hour, and he wants to be ready for the action.

The drunk antics of all the city's criminals gets old fast when you’re the one who has to clean up their shit.

Fresh meat is the only real entertainment they ever get around here.

So Dabi watches as you don one of the stained, black aprons and doesn’t tell you to cover up that sliver of your chest practically glowing in the electric red and blue light. Just looks on from the relative sanctuary of the bar as Toga instructs you on how to carry the drink trays and waits patiently to see you be devoured.

After you trip on the way back to the kitchen, Dabi pulls a twenty out of his pocket and shoves it in a jar hidden under the bartop. He makes a mental note to tell the chef he’s betting on just under a week you’ll last.

At the very least he’ll get a free performance and a neat hundred out of your inevitable failure.

He goes back to polishing, only looking up once as you breeze past the bar on your way to unlock the gates for the nocturnal animals of the city to filter in as they please.

You smile at him again as you pass.

Dabi tosses another twenty into the jar.

***

Well, he may have lost the bet, but he can’t find it in himself to mourn the forty dollars too hard.

Today would be your two week anniversary, and honestly, Dabi felt a bit of grudging respect for the determination you showed, no matter how pointless it was.

Determination and foolishness often came hand in hand.

He couldn’t help but think you looked more than a little the fool as you smiled and made unbridled eye contact with the patrons while walking your rounds from table to table. You’d learned enough to cover up a bit more, but he can’t be sure if that’s because you’ve started to notice the stares or because a spring cold front has rolled over the city. Either way, he watches you shiver under the gaze of a particularly rowdy guest and feels a chill run up his own spine as he watches the man’s eyes trail up your thighs, drinking down the slivers of bare skin like his fifth beer of the night.

Dabi is intrigued now.

Wonders how you’ve made it out of the fray every night so far.

Wonders what you’re hiding under those skimpy clothes and friendly, thoughtless smiles.

He doesn’t have to wait long to find out.

It’s inevitable really. When you’re working nights there are certain occupational hazards to expect. So when the little clock above the bar reads just past one in the morning, and you drift out once again into the raging mass of bodies, Dabi isn’t shocked to hear the yelp and smash of glasses just a few minutes later.

The first die has been cast.

He looks up from pouring out two fingers of whiskey just in time to catch the man’s hand slipping between your thighs, dirty fingers digging into the flesh and yanking you down onto his spread legs. The tray of drinks you’d been carrying clatters to the floor, lacing the air with the sweet burn of alcohol and futile outrage.

It’s far too loud to hear what the man says to you, but the way his blackened, ragged nails press five perfect, filthy crescents onto your skin—how they mark you as a worthy target, claiming you with their muck—sends a clear enough message.

Dabi wouldn’t bother watching if it wasn’t you trying to squirm your way out of being passed from lap to lap around the booth. He’s isn’t the least bit ashamed to admit how curious he is to see which way you’ll react.

And while he expects passivity—a drawn look with wide eyes, hoping no reaction at all will leave them bored and searching for a more interesting conquest—Dabi finds himself on the wrong side of the tracks once more.

His eyebrows shoot up, quite the reaction from the generally stony bartender, as your hand cracks open palmed across the face of your captor. A strange, heavy silence falls over the bar. It lasts only a few precious seconds but it’s enough to draw the attention of your manager who pulls you, cursing and snarling like a dog without it’s muzzle, back to the kitchen.

It’s your face that does him in—seals both your fates in dripping cream and purple wax.

Working down here, in this pigsty bar with it’s air that clings and dirties and tarnishes, brightness of any kind is foreign.

Alluring.

And your eyes that shine with the glow of reckless willpower have the same draw as the fat wads of cash that slip too easily from drunk fingers into his tip jar. Defiance is a rare currency in the underworld and Dabi’s fingers itch as your secret is revealed.

You believe you’re worth something.

Even as he hears the rasp of his boss’ voice, berating and threatening from behind the swinging doors, Dabi can’t help but hold the image of your smile turned snarl. You’ll get off with a warning because you’ve lasted this long and it’s a hassle to find replacements with pretty enough faces. But only this once, do it again and you’ll be out on the street.

For his part he tries to look sympathetic when you crowd yourself behind the bar and pout with your tail between your legs.

You haven’t spoken to him since that first night and he hasn’t exactly made an attempt at conversation either.

It wasn’t like you were worth the effort before.

But now, as you sniffle and pretend the pin prick tears in your eyes are just from the bite of the liquor slicked floor, Dabi feels an old heat rise in him. Something stokes the embers that laid dying out inside the prison of his ribs, and he welcomes the familiar burn.

Like an old friend, like a knife at his throat.

The man from before approaches the bar to order another drink and his cloudy eyes don’t even seem to register the way you cower from him, back turned and sinking into the peeling wallpaper. They’ve forgotten you already. To them you are one of dozens, not worth the fight it takes when plenty of properly meek flesh hops from table to table, ripe for picking.

But Dabi see’s the flint in your hands and knows it’s you that lit this fire licking up the back of his throat.

With two rough fingers he beckons you over into the soft overhead spotlights of the bar. Like a beast to its master’s call you shuffle forward into his gravitational pull and look up at him warily.

“Wanna learn how to mix?” he asks, even to him his voice sounds harsh with disuse.

“...sure,” you say quietly, after a brief pause.

You’re warm and soft as he settles behind you, caging you in with his arms under the guise of reaching for a strainer or a jar of olives. Unlike that bastard, now long passed out from drink, Dabi’s face remains free of your claw marks when his chest brushes against you or his hand wanders to the small of your back to move you aside as he serves customers.

He even works up a little smile of his own when you stare, sunny bright over your shoulder at his attempt to distract you from the incident.

The city, the bar, the underground—all of it is an angry, storming ocean filled with angry, storming bodies that swiftly drowns its victims as they desperately tread water in the open, black abyss.

Without him, you’d learn to take the wandering hands and vulgar words or you’d be foolish enough to inhale them in lungfuls and sink to the bottom.

But as you smile and nod while he shows you how long to stir an Old Fashioned, Dabi feels his own neglected determination rise to the challenge.

By the end of the night, you already trail behind him as he does his rounds to each abandoned table. Like a stranded victim to a raft, you cling to the safety he’s dared to provide.

And if he plays his cards right.

He might not come out of this bet so empty handed.

If only you knew, he was no better than the rest of them.

You’d run straight from the trees into the wolf's den.

***

“What’s your favorite drink to make?” you ask.

Dabi glances up at you, his chest pressed against the cool surface of the bar as he surveys the empty taproom. It’s a little over an hour till opening, but the only thing waiting for him outside of this hellhole is an even deeper hellhole, so Dabi almost always finds himself lounging around the abandoned bar. The boss doesn’t care anyway as long as inventory gets taken and any dried blood from the night before is gone by the next day.

You’ve taken to drifting in early too, even sometimes on the nights you don’t work.

Normally, he’d be annoyed, but it’s better you’re here than out on the streets.

At least if you’re bugging him behind the bar, he can keep an eye on you. Dabi’s found recently that you’ve been on his mind with increasing frequency. It’s easier if you’re in his line of sight. There’s a certain reassurance in your dopey little smile and your hand fisted in the back of his shirt—your body knows where you belong even if your pretty little brain hasn’t quite caught up yet.

Pretty.

“My favorite or my best?” he grunts, pushing off the bar and wetting his lips.

“Is there a difference?”

You’re looking at him with what he assumes is meant to be a cocky grin, but he has a hard time taking you seriously with your crossed arms squishing your chest up like that.

“‘Course there is,” he turns to grab one of the highball glasses from it’s rack and sets it down on the counter. “Just because you like something, doesn’t mean you’re good to it.”

When he looks back at you over his shoulder, you’ve got this comical little furrow in your brow.

“To it?”

Dabi presses the tip of his finger into your forehead, “At it, whatever. Don’t frown so much, you’ll look old as fuck soon if you do.”

“You don’t know how old I am,” you scoff and slap his hand away.

“Bet I’m older,” he mumbles, searching the shelves of bottles idly while dropping a few cubes of ice into the glass.

It melts in his palm, slipping through the spaces between his fingers.

Dabi clenches his fist tighter.

“I don’t know about that,” you’re trotting around to the other side of the bar now, slipping into one of the worn, red topped stools and watching him start to mix.

He likes having you for an audience. Any other customer is only concerned with getting his drink as fast a possible, to numb whatever wounds need to be numbed on their insides. But you appreciate the art form of crafting this liquid destruction.

“I’m older where it counts,” he replies simply, pulling a bottle of gin down from near the top shelf and plopping it on the counter.

“Oh really? How’s that?”

Dabi measures out two ounces of sharp, clear liquor and pours it smoothly over the ice. He doesn’t bother looking at you as he works. He knows your eyes won’t leave him.

“Experience,” he offers and doesn’t elaborate.

The tonic water cracks open with a satisfying hiss and bubbles as he tips it into the glass. You trail your fingers through the condensation on the bar absentmindedly.

“I’m not as clueless as you think I am, you know that?”

He does glance at you then, senses the lack of your attention that’s focused on the fading finish of the bar top.

Dabi waits in silence.

You do elaborate.

“There’s some real fucking choice clientele here, but nothing that’s gone down on shifts is like, a new development.”

“No?” he asks because you expect him to respond and because he enjoys the way you perk up when he actually engages in a conversation with you.

He likes that you like it.

His attention.

It’s not often he finds anyone worth the effort.

“No.”

You stare at him expectantly now, eyes flicking between him and the glass as he stirs the drink a few times and grabs a lime wedge.

Dabi rolls his eyes at the clear fishing line you’re casting for more questions, but takes the bait anyway.

He hopes you know how lucky you are.

“What, got groped on the train a few times and now you think you're a seasoned member of the criminal underground?” he squeezes the fruit between two fingers lightly to spread its juice around the rim and lets it float atop the ice. “I fucking knew you were a dramatic little bitch.”

“I am not dramatic,” you pout just like you do every time the boss chews you out.

He gets the distinct feeling you’re just as much of a petulant little brat elsewhere as you are at work. Then again, that is what makes you so interesting. If you didn’t try to gnash those little baby teeth at him every now and again, he wouldn’t have bothered jumping to your rescue so often.

Dabi doesn’t partake in...partners often. People disappoint him, which isn’t shocking considering the amount of shit he’s seen them spew in his years behind the bar. People are dirty and never in the sexy way all those pop songs talk about, and that makes them boring. The allure of inviting someone else into his shoebox little life is shaping them to fit it. You can’t sculpt mud that loses its shape, slips through your fingers and back to the filthy earth where it belongs.

But you haven’t been stained yet.

You sit at his bar looking like a perfect slab of clay, ready for his hands to dip past those sweet, sweet lips and form them to fit only his fingers.

A rare find in a place like this, just like the single malt on his top shelf—unexpected, leaving behind a pleasant burn on his tongue.

He thinks back to that man on the first night he showed you some of the drinks and all the others that came after him. Here, in the bar, you can come scurrying over and hide behind the wall of his chest. You can put Dabi and the counter between you and the mass of hands and whistles.

He hadn’t really bothered to think of what might happen to you when he’s not around.

Who might touch his precious treasure he’s managed to dig out of muck.

Who might try and ruin you before he gets the chance.

His brain is working to rationalize the growing feeling of possession he feels towards the half frown half permanent smile that you fix him with. But he knows.

He knows exactly what he’d like to do to you and how he’d like to do it.

Knows it’s exactly what all those creeps on the train or drunks that stumble in one hour to call would like too.

It’s fine though. People like him wouldn’t be so attracted to people like you if you weren’t asking for it.

And you were asking.

Every time you stood by him, attached at the hip and let him chase off the assholes who tried to get in your pants or practically begged him with your eyes for some scrap of attention—you were asking for him to take control.

Even if you were too stupid to see it for yourself.

Your body knows what you want, even if you deny it with every fiber left of you.

He doesn’t offer another response, just slides the concoction across and into your outstretched hands.

Gin and tonic is simple, bare bones and hard to fuck up. He likes that. Everything else is so goddamn complicated, this type of magic doesn’t need to be.

You seem to forget the weight of the previous conversation and peer curiously down into the glass. Dabi is shameless as he watches your lips wrap around the curved edge and your throat constrict as you swallow.

He likes that more than the floral gin that hits his tongue when you pass the drink back and he sips.

“So which is it, your favorite or your best?”

There’s a pause as he considers the questions before passing the glass back to you.

“My favorite.”

He isn’t looking at the drink when he answers.

“Oh,” you respond quietly, sipping lightly on the drink he’s made and looking at him like he isn’t seconds away from taking you then and there.

“Stay awhile after your shift,” he says, not much thought behind the words. “I’ll drive you home.”

***

You look almost angelic, a beacon amongst the refuse and grime of the back alley, silhouetted by the dying orange glow of a lone street lamp. The door to the kitchen is still rattling in its frame as Dabi pulls you stumbling behind him.

He isn’t angry.

But there’s something burning in him.

In reality, he’d felt the potential of the night the instant he walked through the front doors, slipping behind the bar to clock in only to find you leaned up against the drink racks, ready and waiting.

The same sensation since the first time you’d smiled that dopey smile his way was raging to a crescendo under his skin. He’d been doing you a service all these weeks, keeping you from the prying eyes and fingers of the patrons—keeping them from soiling what was his to ruin.

Tonight he would take what he was owed.

Indulge a bit in what he’d won, the gold nugget he’d plucked from the dirty, city sewer riverbed.

After all, he needed to make sure you were a worthwhile investment.

If the boss thought the restaurant business was risky….well, Dabi knew better.

You struggled a bit as his fingernails dug into the skin on your bicep, but he just tugged harder, clicking his tongue at the jumble of slurred protests you groaned into the sweet summer air. There was a space between the two massive dumpsters out behind the kitchen Dabi used to go to smoke. It was a nice, private little spot. Didn’t smell too great but nothing here did, and that wouldn’t matter when he had you to distract him anyway.

In seconds he had your back to the wall, hidden on either side by steel containers. The brick caught on your uniform and Dabi watched the fabric tighten around your chest and throat. You brought your hands up to his shoulders, but your hands were weak as they shoved at him, easy to gather in one palm and pin down.

He wasn’t exactly sure what put this idea in his head—the urgency in his blood—but it definitely had something to do with that last customer.

It was halfway through your night shift, closing in on one in the morning. Dabi was stuck behind the bar, churning out cheap beers and lines of shots. You’d been forced to brave the sea of regulars, too busy to hide yourself away in the kitchen with Toga or watch with owl-wide eyes as Dabi doled out liquor.

The bar was unusually packed. Not that it was strange for a bar to be full on a Friday night, but he’d never seen the place without an empty seat in sight.

Maybe it was because you were so easily swallowed up by the roiling mass of bodies, or maybe it was because Dabi lost himself in the magic of the drinks—of the mixing and matching and perfecting—that he didn’t notice the man.

That the way this particular customer stared and touched and spoke to you miraculously didn’t end in a smart slap to the face and a screaming session from the manager.

No. It seemed that somewhere along the way he’d let that light in you, the matchstick spark, dwindle just a bit too much, let you sink just a bit too far into the mud of the place. Cause when this man pulled you into his lap and plied you with shot after shot, cheering all the time, calling you his ‘pretty little thing,’ you didn’t put up any fight.

No.

No you smiled that dumb, bright eyed smile at him.

Flashed this nobody asshole Dabi’s sweet little smile and drank the shots he’d poured like Dabi hadn’t wasted the nearly a month driving you home and keeping you safe from the human garbage that wandered in off the street. Like all that work had been for nothing, up in ashes the instant that man’s hand found purchase on your bare thigh and you didn’t so much as squirm in his grip.

You squirm now though.

Fight despite the alcohol blurring your vision and turning your bones to jelly. Normally the boss hates it when his employees drink on shift, but if you want to take it like the fucking slut you were well, who’s Dabi to stop you?

He kept pouring rounds for that table and watched the man tip sweet, top shelf whiskey down your throat. It didn’t take long till you were losing your balance and sinking deeper into the quicksand debris of the bar.

Gin and tonics used to be medicinal—mixed up with quinine to treat malaria. Dabi likes that. Likes the idea that he’s whipping up healing potions instead of Molotovs. Likes the freshness amidst the burn.

But Dabi wants you to burn now.

Wants your throat on fire with the betrayal.

It’s easy to force your knees. The whiskey made you pliant even as you shake your head and look up at him with bleary eyes.

“You’re looking at me now, huh?” he works his tongue across his teeth as the words leave him, spitting straight on your cheek to watch you recoil in disgust. “Didn’t seem too interested in me earlier.”

“I don’t, I’m sorry...what?” you mumble.

He thinks if you were more coherent you might be crying.

Maybe he should have cut you off sooner.

“Don’t act stupid with me,” he still has your hands held above your head and his free hand moves to grip your scalp. “You’ve been behind my bar so many times, there’s no way you don’t know I see everything.”

“Why didn’t you…” Dabi shakes your head as your eyes droop and you gasp at his nails raking your skin. “You could have helped me!”

“What? Help you get fucked by some drunk shit? I don’t think so.”

“No,” you shake your head yourself this time, face screwed up in confusion and as the grit of the alley bites into your knees. “They wouldn’t let me leave, I was scared, Dabi please—”

He is swiftly losing his patience, hand leaving your head to fumble with the clasp of his belt and pants. The look on your face—tears beginning to bead at the corners of your eyes and mouth opening up as words try but fail to find their way off your tongue—is enough to have his cock twitching with interest.

“Listen sweetheart, cause I’m not gonna fucking say this again,” he can’t help the laugh that bubbles up in his chest as his dick falls free from his boxers and your eyes go almost all white as he strokes up the ladder of piercings on his shaft. “You might think you’re cut out for this job, but you aren’t shit. Everything’s got a price down here and you’re gonna have to pay the fuck up for what you owe me.”

You look like you want to protest, even in this state—on your knees in an dirty as fuck alley with a fat cock nudging your lips—but he’s got his thumb worked between your teeth, shoving down on your tongue until your jaw pops open and he can sheath himself inside.

The half choke, half sob, half shameful moan that squeezes out past his dick only has Dabi growing harder. It’s been so long since he’s fucked someone’s throat. So long since he’s fucked anything at all, he’s nearly forgotten how goddamn good it feels to have something other than a fist wrapped around him.

His fingers migrate, moving to grip you by the cheeks, keeping your mouth open and jaw locked so you can’t bite him. Not that he thinks you really would.

Your body knows what you want.

And it seems like you really want a fucking dick in your mouth.

He pulls out, listening to the click of the little metal barbells against your teeth and the gasp of air you take before he plunges back in.

“Look at you,” he muses, daring to release your hands which flop uselessly to your sides as he holds your face still and starts to roll his hips. “Don’t know why I waited so long to collect, fucking shit.”

Your neck bulges with every stroke of his hips, and when the ring at the tip of his dick nudges the back of your throat, you gag so pretty he can hardly stand it.

He wonders idly, as you cry and choke on his cock, if you’re thinking about the man in the bar. Wishing it was his length you were lapping at like a good little hole.

Wishing Dabi had been better.

Not like the others.

And for a moment, it has him stilling—the horrid notion that there might have been something not so twisted between you if only he wasn’t scum like the rest, if he wasn’t just hiding his dirt on the inside.

Tar logged lungs and heart.

But then he remembers that if he just fucks you hard enough, you’ll forget all those nasty things until you’re fit just for him. Molded for Dabi right down to the thoughts in your head.

So instead of stopping this now and hoping you’re drunk enough to forget the filth of the alley and the salt of his cum on your tongue, he picks up his pace.

His thighs burn with the effort, not used to this kind of movement after years alone, and your face is a mess of tear tracks and spit that dribbles out in streams around the length of him slamming into your throat.

It’s quick and dirty and hard and everything Dabi has ever been and will always be. Delicious and hot and fresh. His blood is pounding in his ears, drowning out the cries and sobs and whimpers coming from you between his knees. Instead his head is alight with the thought that soon he’ll mark that mouth as his, claim you before the others could. And if the road to hell is paved with good intentions then Dabi doesn’t know where he’s going when he dies, but he’s deep in heaven now.

With a bang and a whimper Dabi will pretend didn’t slip past his lips, he slams past your teeth once more before exploding in your mouth. Thick, white ropes of release coat your tongue and he doesn’t pull out, just works his fingers under your jaw until he feels you swallow around his softening cock.

Only then does he take a step back to survey his work.

Half in shadow, surrounded in trash and debris, cum stained with dirt under your nails, Dabi feels pride well in his chest.

Distantly he thinks that this burning sense of completion, of perfection, of accomplishment, is what an artist must feel—hand finally dropping the brush to gaze upon their life’s work.

A masterpiece.

His perfect, human clay creation.

Your mouth still hangs dumbly open, hands resting on the brick dust coated ground, your eyes are wide and still stare up at him—reminiscent of a peasant gazing onto a king, confused at the power before you. And with the dim burning of the streetlight, illuminating his hair and glinting off the silver piercings adorning his ears, Dabi thinks he must look just that—a king with his crown of bloody jewels.

He watches as you sway and fall forward on your hands and coughing onto the ground. Your chest heaves, your legs shake, and Dabi feels his shoulders soften. He tucks himself away slowly, refastening his belt as your sputtering subsides. With careful steps, he moves to stand in front of you once again, running his hand along the back of your head until your breaths come deeply and his mouth tastes sickly sweet at the way your hands move to grip at his boots.

“Hey,” he mumbles, feeling some strange heat in his face that brings him to his knees before you. “Look at me.”

And you do in an instant.

Dabi half expects a glare, steely and cold like the walk-in but it’s not.

Your eyes are blank and glossy, staring hooded and helpless like a stray cat desperate to be carried away and fed warm milk.

He wipes a bit of his own release from the corner of your mouth and doesn’t question the sudden, intense need to lick behind your teeth. With filthy hands he cups your face and revels in the feel of your swollen lips and the taste of himself on your tongue.

It screams ownership.

And Dabi has never had much to his name so the thought only makes him want to cling harder.

As he pulls away there’s a smear of red dust on your cheek from his thumbs stroking the skin. Marked. Claimed. Coated in a thin layer of grime just like every other poor soul that walks into this place, but that dirt is his. That filth is him, a permanent imprint on your bones.

He thinks you’d look good with his name in black ink etched into your flesh, dark and blatant so anyone who looks at you would know, would see who owns you even when the muck has been washed away.

“You did good,” he says, giving you a smile of his own—maybe his first, surely not his last.

Your voice is nothing more than a sunken ship wreckage of what it once was, interrupted with sniffles and creaks. “I..want to go home….”

“Let me drive you,” his hands reach under your arms to lift you shakily off the ground, head tucked safely into his shoulder as he helps you limp to his car. “Not safe for you to go walking at this time of night. Men can be fucking monsters you know?”

His heart pounds happily in his chest as you nod against him.

“Thanks,” you whisper into his shirt.

Dabi grins wider than he can ever recall. The kind of expression that makes his cheeks ache and his head spin.

“Anytime, sweetheart,” the words drip off his tongue, top shelf truth if he’s ever heard it. “Anytime.”

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infernalrevenge · 3 years

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Hello, hello! I was wondering if I could possibly request your take on Reader and each of the Dimitrescu Daughters with how they show affection? Nuzzles, kisses, hugs/snuggles, terms of endearment, gifts, nsfw, etc. One big fluff-ball. Just bury me in the warm fuzzy. Thank you!

This is excellent timing, anon friendo because I had been thinking of making a Love Languages Headcanon List for some time now, so this is a great way to start on that! I hope this satisfies your mushy fluffy warm fuzzball desires (that I kept relatively PG) :P

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Bela Dimitrescu

Bela felt that she had a reputation to uphold as the eldest daughter of the Dimitrescu family, ever so meticulous yet also eager to please. But she does know her boundaries.

More often than not, she finds herself busy with her mother in helping run the business, hoping to one day become a proper heir. I mention all this so you know her situation -- she's a working gal and you gotta respect that.

However, she is not one to leave her loved ones hanging. The best way she shows her love is by spending quality time with you, doing things that you might enjoy. It gives her a chance to better get to know her love.

Of course she would have her way as well, doing activities she liked such as art, music, and more. You two might even try something new to the both of you, just for some added thrill.

It doesn't always have to be "something" to do though, she's more than happy to just simply be in the same space as you while you do your own thing. That counts as "doing something together", right?

You could be reading a book on one corner of the room and she could be reviewing some important notes on the bed, but you two are just so comfortable in the quiet space you've made for yourselves that it feels like you two are side-by-side.

She just likes to know you're there, your presence alone is a great source of comfort to her. She loves to see you happy and content, especially knowing it's because she's around. Once you get into it, there is no such thing as an awkward silence between the two of you.

I imagine she's not that big on initiating physical affection, but she would be hard pressed to deny you anything. From something as simple as holding her hand, to spooning and cuddling, to a full-on make out session -- all you have to do is ask. She's more than happy to deliver.

Her favorite position is being the big spoon in bed, finding a lot of comfort in knowing that you are in her grasp, safe and sound. She also enjoys planting a few kisses on your shoulder and neck in an attempt to rouse you from slumber.

While she was still courting you (because I like to imagine she's a bit of an old-fashioned romantic, but she would have courted you regardless of your gender), she would often bring you gifts. They weren't extravagant, but they were definitely meaningful, and often related to things you two had talked about in the past.

She didn't use pet names very often but she will call you "love" on occasion, especially if there was a chance you would call her that in return. She may not openly admit it but she just melts every time you call her that -- made it feel like having a crush on you all over again.

Even though she may seem distant on the outside, Bela is truly a woman who makes the most of her time with people she cares about. You are no exception to that, and she wants that to be known to you as much and as often as possible.

Cassandra Dimitrescu

Cassandra, much like her older sister, believes she too has a reputation to uphold within the family. Can't have her be seen going soft for just anyone.

But uh, plot twist: Girl just wants to be loved, and she doesn't even know it.

In private, she really really loves physical affection. She shows her love by clinging onto you as tightly as possible, melding so closely to you that it becomes hard to tell where her body ended and yours began.

She loves pressing her cheek and ear against your chest to hear the calming beat of your heart, the warmth of your skin just under her fingertips, and her head tucked right under your chin while you two lay in bed together.

Truthfully, she started doing this when you first got together because she enjoyed how flustered you seemed when she basically had herself wrapped around you. But over time, the both of you realized just how much she liked being this close to you too. You teased her for it once and she shut you out of your own room for a while. (She only let you back in because she suddenly missed cuddling you.)

This was a trait that kind of carried over from her hunting instincts, but she was very observant of others -- their tics, habits, routines, and all the like. She took notice of a lot of things other people did, didn't do, and couldn't do. It made her very attentive to her loved ones.

This manifested in the form of performing acts of service. Toward you, it ranged from simple things like keeping objects that were usually out of your reach to a more manageable height (either by her own action or an order to a servant) to helping you relax after a long and tiring day, to even performing your chores for you if she knew you were having a hard time with them.

Anything that she could help with to make herself useful, she would do. She wanted her loved ones to move around comfortably and without much worry, and she would take on that burden if that was what it took.

Granted it didn't necessarily mean she did well in these endeavors, but the effort did not go unnoticed. And you would never see the girl try to half-ass anything -- once she started on a task, you bet your sweet ass she was going to get it done too.

Her terms of "endearment" were very teasing and, out of context, could be downright insulting. You would never hear anything so generic as "baby" or "sweetie" (unless she was being condescending.) "Little shit" (affectionate) was more her speed.

If you also called her nicknames with a similar amount of creativity, she would return it with the same enthusiasm. She didn't take those things to heart anyway. If insults were a love language, this would be one of hers.

Cassandra is a little rough around the edges when it comes to love and intimacy, but she loves so fiercely. It's like a fire, raging on the more you feed its maw -- the only difference is that this fire would never die out.

Daniela Dimitrescu

Daniela is the most affectionate and most likely to be a hopeless romantic in the family. She always daydreamed of having a "knight in shining armor" of her own, but honestly she'll take anyone who would love her for herself.

Definitely the type to show off her wonderful significant other, either "subtly" through a bit of PDA, or more overtly through a lot of PDA and more grand gestures of love. Just let her do this, she has so much love to give and she needs that energy to go somewhere.

Even in private spaces, she would never let go of your hand if she had her way. Trying to separate from her when she wasn't in the mood would get you the "kicked puppy dog" treatment from her. It's not her fault you were so warm and nice to be around.

She loves being the little spoon in bed. There's just something reassuring about having a warm presence right behind her, your arms wrapped around her middle. You could even kick a leg on top of her waist -- all she wants is to get as close to you as she possibly can.

When you're working on a desk and sitting on a chair, she will inevitably sit on your lap and snuggle up against you while you try to do whatever it is you're doing. No matter how many times she promises that "you won't even know she's there", it's kind of hard to ignore the way she just buries her face into your neck and the little snores coming out of her if she falls asleep like this.

Calls you very cheesy and almost strange pet names like "honey pie" and "sweetie baby boo". You're never sure if she actually meant them or was messing with you because of her tone, but you can tell she was always amused by your reaction to them, which was part of the reason she kept saying them.

She did also have an inner poet though, so she may suddenly pull lines like "the moon to my night" that would make you stumble and wonder what had possessed your girlfriend. And then you would remember how much she enjoyed reading romance novels, so it made more sense.

Sometimes she'll pull them out early in the morning right as you two were just waking up, limbs entangled with the other's. Then you'd hear her call you "light of my life" in her deep sleepy voice, and you just have to hide the big goofy smile on your face behind a pillow or something.

She also loves to give you gifts, mostly because she liked how your face would light up whenever you received one. Oftentimes, they are little trinkets that remind her of you that she spotted one day and thought to give to you. Kind of like a cat presenting a dead mouse or bird to its owner, but not as gross.

She says "I love you" and any similar declarations pretty often, but the words never lose their meaning. Just know that she always says them with her whole heart, regardless of the tone she takes on when she does.

She also enjoys doing random acts of affection because she likes seeing how you react to them, whether you get all blushy and a little embarrassed, or you return them in kind. Either way, she is very happy and it gives her the warm fuzzies when you play along.

Like I said, Daniela just has so much love to give, and she would be so happy to see that energy enthusiastically returned. Just give her a chance and you'll never have to doubt her feelings for you.

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roscgcld · 3 years

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HEADCANONS + GOJO SATORU || onii-chan

note: this was a few ideas given to me by my beloved 🌸Anon - a bunch of new gojotwins!au headcanons c: this one is a little different compared to my other story, so this is a stand alone one. might turn it into a series if it gets enough love, but we’ll see~ you can read the original ask here!

pronouns: she/her

note: mentions of blood and death and spoilers for volume 8 & 9 of the manga. SUPER LONG by the way lol

gojotwins!au masterlist

twins have always been viewed as a bad omen for the parents - there are high chances of both twins developing no Cursed Technique at all, or have a Cursed Technique that is not desirable. So there had been no hope when one of the wives from the main family of the gojo clan was pregnant, and from what they can tell with twins at that

so it was a huge surprise to not only the elders but the entire jujutsu world when not one, but both of the twins were born with the coveted Six Eyes - something that had never happened in the history of the gojo clan. it was a moment to be celebrated!

if only they knew just what was lies ahead

much to the delight of the elders, the older one of the twins was the boy, satoru, while the girl was born 20 minutes after - it wouldn’t have mattered if it was the other way around, but just having the young boy being the one born first was definitely the icing on the cake

both of you were an absolute headache to deal with, causing so much chaos and mayhem that the elders had wondered if they should have celebrated at the idea of having two Six Eyes users under the same house was a good thing

the both of you trained together throughout your younger years, with satoru becoming super overprotective even though you were twins - he understood from a young age that the both of you were starting at different levels of footing because of your gender

yes, you are a girl - but at 7 years old you had exorcise a Grade-Two Curse by yourself with no more than an annoyed click of your tongue and a snap of your fingers, walking away whilst whining about how it got your favourite dress dirty

with that being said though, he loves to tease you are still the younger one between the both of you, and had teased you about how you should refer to him as ‘onii-chan’ instead of his first name

“come on, Y/N~ it’s a sign of respect~”

“i am going to spend you to outer space one of these days.”

the two of you were already known about the jujutsu world way before you even became old enough to enroll in Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College - you two were even allowed to enter without an interview with the then principal of the school

who would want to waste their time interviewing two highly over qualified teenagers anyway?

the first time you met geto and shoko, they were both intimidated by your sheer presence. the both of them have heard talks about the gojo twins entering their year as a pair

so when they had first met you, standing there in your uniform with your bright blue eyes hiding behind a pair of blacked out sunglasses and an indifferent look on your face - they definitely felt a shiver go through their bodies

however, when they saw your twin brother appearing behind you with the biggest grin, hugging you from behind whilst you scowled and tried to push his head away - they were definitely less intimidated now

“now, now, Y/N-chan, stop being so scary~”

“nii-chan, i am giving you three seconds to let go of me.”

the two of you quite the duo, especially when you two are always pinned against one another with more difficult and more challenging missions compared to when you were under the care of the gojo clan

geto felt less pressure to match up to his friend, since satoru and Y/N are always at each other’s throat - wanting to outmatch the other and one up the other with silly things like Curse head counts and how difficult its level is

with that being said, satoru is very protective of you - if any so much as speaks poorly of you, he would not hesitate to put them in their place

“oya? what makes you think you can speak of my baby sister like that?” satoru had hummed towards the small group of men, who were commenting on how beautiful the young woman was followed by a lot of unsavoury comments.

satoru still sported his casual smile, yet there was a certain air around him that made them shut their mouths up real fast. “mind repeating that? just want to make sure that i have a good enough reason to put your lazy asses six feet underground..”

after that specific incident by the way, satoru had you and your friends out on a little excursion around tokyo - where they just did a bunch of stupid things together to calm down

you can read him like the back of a book though, so when both of your friends went away to browse through some shelves in a video game store, you just wrapped your arms around your brother with a smile. “you know, nii-chan, you don’t need to go about protect my honour. i’m a big girl now.”

he’d just blink down at you before giving you a soft but genuine smile, petting the top of your head with one of his hand while the other was resting inside of his pocket. “if i don’t protect you, who am i going to protect?”

that statement was proven during your second year - a cursed user had overpowered you and shoko and had taken the both of you hostage. the curse user had practically beaten you into a pulp, knowing that you were the stronger one between the two

shoko had been tied up and beaten as well, but you were definitely taking the brunt of his anger - along with being forced to listen about how he was going to sell you to some low life family that had been trying to get you to marry their sorry excuse of a son.

you don’t even remember meeting the father of the boy, who had claimed to visit the gojo clan home a few times now

“you gonna be a good girl for me?” the man had gripped as he gripped your hair in his hands, giving you a smirk whilst you scowled over at him in annoyance, blinking the blood out of your eyes from the wound on the top of your head.

before you can give another snarky answer in reply that will get you another beating, the sound of someone kicking the door in. before either one of you can move, the man suddenly let go of your hair with a pained gasp as someone grabbed his hair and forced his head back, looking up into a pair of glowing blue eyes

“get your filthy hands off my baby sister.”

geto was in charge of taking care of the both of you, leaving the room with a simple reminder to satoru that they needed to bring the man back alive

both of you spending most of your time trying to unlock the many secrets of the Limitless, and how to control it better

during the entire star plasma vessel fiasco, you had stayed by geto’s side. and while you didn’t manage to save rika from being murdered, you had, like gojo, managed to touch the core of cursed energy

toji had ‘killed you’ before he went after geto, yet like satoru, he did not decapitate your head; so you had slowly started to use the reverse curse technique to heal your wounds

so you couldn’t believe satoru’s belief when he found you using reverse cursed technique to heal geto, wrapping you up in his arms while you just smile and hold him as well

the three of you plus shoko had turned to one another for comfort, because along the way you four have grown close to the young girl, and her death really affected all of you

but if there is something bright that came out from this, is that you and your brother had really elevated yourselves to become the strongest duo of the new generation - both pretty much an entire chest above the current active sorcerers

after satoru had calmed down, he had told you about what toji had said to him before his death - about how he has a son that he had planned to sell of to the zen’ins

the two of you went to visit the young boy, discovering that he had an older sister as well; and without hesitation you had taken the both of them under your wing, pulling a few strings behind the scenes while also trying to provide him with as normal as a life as you two could

megumi had viewed you as a mother figure, someone who looked out for him and tsumiki, teaching the two of them life skills like sewing and cooking, making sure they always have warm meals.

you never miss their birthdays either - always making sure to get them either a cake or a small cupcake with a candle on the top to blow out just for the sake of tradition

sure, satoru loves to spoil them too, but he acted more like their chilled older brother - he definitely relies on you more as a parental figure he had lacked for quite a huge part of his childhood

he had remembered how once, when you had made him his favourite curry and rice after a long week, he just sighed and said, “thanks mum,” before he started to eat his meal

at first you froze in shock, and megumi did too - but before the blushing teen can apologise, you had already wrapped him up in your arms as you just cried your heart out

satoru had teasingly asked him if megumi can call him ‘dad’, to which megumi just scowled and sent his divine dogs after your brother

satoru loves to introduce you two as the ‘strongest duo’ by the way - which makes you super awkward and you hate it with a passion. he wasn’t wrong, but it’s still awkward

“we’re the Gojos - the strongest duo out there.”

“please stop calling us that.”

feel like because you’re there, geto might still be on the path to the light lmao - like mans will be a teacher in school and you three will be dub the ‘idiot trinity’ or some bullshit nickname lol - the three biggest troublemakers in the jujutsu world

yet the three most capable ones as well - absolutely drive the higher ups of the jujutsu world insane

with that being said though - the three of you definitely hashed a plan to change the jujutsu world together. even shoko agrees that there should be some change to the old ways of the jujutsu world; so the four of you decided to sign up to work as teachers at Jujutsu High

the first group of students you took under your wing was the then first years - maki, toge, panda, and eventually yuta when he joined your little class

you are the mother for the students while geto is the responsible dad; satoru is the crazy uncle that is not allowed to supervise the students alone, and shoko is the cool aunt who lets you skip class in her office if you want

all the students have, at one point, just referred to you as ‘mum’ and you had always just accepted that with a soft smile and a pat on the top of their head

even if they are taller than you, they will willingly bend down to your height so you can pet them on the head - even megumi lets you get away with it

when itadori and nobara came into the picture, you had taken them un as your own as well - but you did spend a good 5 minutes laughing with geto at the idea that yuji manages to control sukuna like he is just an annoying imaginary friend in the back of his head that refuses to shut up

you had tried to give them some form of normality and comforts as teenagers, even if many times they were forced into very uncomfortable situations

all in all - it was utter chaos the moment both you and satoru were born. yet it was a miracle nonetheless. many times you prove to the world that your bond is stronger than people think it is, and that you two will go through anything to make sure the other is safe.

you are the younger one, but the more responsible one too. the motherly figure that everyone turned to, even your friends and brother, who needs comfort and a warm meal. yet if provoked, you can become deadly and kill with no hesitation. it’s because of this, both you and your brother are considered as quite the deadly duo; the strongest ones around.

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thomacrumbs · 3 years

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vincit qui se vincit.

various boys (albedo, diluc, aether, xiao, childe, gorou, kazuha, thoma) x gn! reader. fantasy! au. blurbs, mostly fluff. nouns used: sorcerer (childe) & witch (kazuha) w/ gender neutral pronouns. ♡s & ↻s appreciated!

notes: i brainrotted. i was listening to joy's album while writing this ^^

albedo.

the great alchemist albedo is just a myth, or so people think. cursed to live forever as a spirit bound to a teapot by a witch, he sits, bored out of his mind, on the shelves of a dingy antique shop. until one day, against the warnings of the antique shop owner, who warns of bad luck & misfortune, you purchase the quaint teapot & rescues him from his prison. he clatters menacingly on your countertop, only to be ignored by you for days on end before you finally lift the lid off the teapot, releasing his spirit into the realm of the living (its not as bad as it sounds. he is neither threatening nor scary). he doesn't have the heart to tell the human he's grown quite fond of that he's slowly disappearing.

diluc ragvindr.

the ludi harpstum is a festival of wine & song, celebrating the long history of the city of mondstadt, filled with games & song. this year, it seems like the knights of favonius has gone all out with their preparations, even calling in the famed circus of performers that has travelled every corner of teyvat, wowing people with daring flips mid-air, disappearing limbs & tight-rope on the thinnest of threads. the music & laughter of children is so loud that you could hear it from the windows of the dawn winery. an unwilling diluc is dragged against his will to at least view the once in a lifetime circus act, only to be charmed by the cute magic performer who winks at him from the stage as poker cards fly into the air. suddenly he finds himself going to bed thinking about them and wakes up in cold sweat wanting to talk to them. but, the ludi harpstum is only 15 days, can he catch you before you slip through his fingers?

aether.

yeah. maybe you shouldn't have tried to summon a guardian angel, but to be fair your friend put you up to this. now this blonde biblically inaccurate angel is bound to you by contract, and you have another headache to worry about alongside your minimum wage job, messy apartment and the neighbour from next door who keeps taking your flour. not to mention his constant rambling about his sister who you've unceremoniously torn him away from, and suddenly you're repeating this entire ritual, because you cannot say no to those eyes (and maybe you did want to impress him, what about it?) it didn't work, but he doesn't seem that peeved, especially when he settles on your bed after you've fallen into deep sleep, pressing a kiss to your forehead and affectionally calling you cute. he is your guardian angel, at the end of the day.

xiao.

you're the famed dragon rider in the skies of liyue. the winner of several races, competitions & illustrated celebrity in the devoted dragon owner scene. afterall, you ride the only remaining off-spring of morax, a gift from the emperor himself. you boast that no one else could tame your dragon except for you, and for a long while, this seems true. it blows curling flames at anyone who dares come close & curls it spiked tail protectively around you to ward off any unsavoury people. that is, until an unknown melody that carries over the wind calls your dragon down from the skies, and suddenly you are hurtling through the skies at insane speeds.

childe.

he came to liyue for one reason only (two, actually, but morax is dead now, so no boxing him), to challenge the great sorcerer branded by the archons. he's heard about their miracles from a young age, the ability to call down thunder from the skies, resurrecting the dead, moving the entire earth with a simple flick. the only obstacle in his way is that this sorcerer is near unidentifiable, with not even a name to put to a face. imagine his shock when the very sorcerer saves him from certain death, and he finds out they're not an old man hobbling around with a cane, but a young person around his age. oops can't fight if you're too distracted by how good your opponent looks. damn they look good kicking my ass i should do this more often.

gorou.

his dog has had enough of his single shit, crying into an empty bowl of icecream after watching the notebook, wailing about how he "wishes that were him". the animal whisperer who likes hanging around the local dog park is very surprised when they hear a yapping dog bark that his owner needs a significant other stat, he's desperate and alone, applications open please help my mess of an owner. but hey, you aren't complaining, he's pretty cute, and you find it cute that he tries to stop his tail from wagging whenever he sees you.

kazuha kaedehara.

from a young age, he's heard of the immortal witch that hides in their cottage in the thick of the dark forest nears the borders of inazuma. and nothing stops him from pounding on the door of the run down cottage, not even the animate vines that snap at him and trees that uproot themselves to stop him from advancing further. afterall, an immortal being must know the answer to bringing back someone from the dead, right? he near sobs when they tell him that it's impossible, the dead have to stay dead. he doesn't understand at first, but the witch is kinder than he expected, helping him through the memories, painful & happy. but he doesn't miss the flit of pain behind their eyes whenever he talks about losing someone, afterall, time is cruel to all.

thoma.

thoma thinks he's being seduced. afterall, isn't that what sirens do? sing of a pretty future, the numbers to win the future lottery. even though thoma has never won the lottery with their numbers, he stills himself entranced & walks down to the beach everyday to listen to them talk & sing, sitting on the edge of the rock as cold water clashes with his temperature that naturally runs high. finally, he gets the courage to confront them- he doesn't want to fall in love because of magic, that's not right. only to be met with a confused look, you're a half human half mermaid, not a siren. thoma fucking dies of embarrassment when he realises that he was simply in love all along.

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Maths Tutor (Lee Felix)

Student! Lee Felix x Tutor! Reader (gender-neutral) Genre: Smut, College AU Words: 2,6k Summary: An innocent study session between peers turns into something much more exciting when unexpected feelings make an appearance

Content Warnings: Humiliation, Oral Sex (Male Receiving), Unprotected Sex, Spanking, Pegging, Sub! Felix x Dom! Reader

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“Y/N I still don’t understand,” Felix whined as he stared at the page in his book. Y/N had been tutoring him in maths in their dorm for over an hour now, but somehow he didn’t seem to understand the basics concepts of this semester’s topics. The exam was in about a week, but he was far from getting a good grade, the way it looked right now. Y/N sighed and turned the page to see if the next topic would be easier, but unfortunately, it was only an expansion on the former topic.

“I’m sorry Felix, I wish there was something I could do to make you understand it within minutes, but it’s going to take time,” they sighed as they played with the pen in their hands, gathering the motivation to keep tutoring the poor boy. He had recently transferred to Y/N’s college from another campus and maths wasn’t the only course he was behind in. He tried so hard, but this college was way more prestigious than the one he’d transferred from, hence the higher standards for each course.

“We don’t have time,” Felix sighed. “We don’t even have time for a small break if I want to pass this course. If I want a good grade, I’ll have to study non-stop for the next week and that is just impossible,” he shoved his notebook away from himself and rested his head on his hands. Y/N couldn’t help but think he looked adorable with his lips in this slight pout.

Lee Felix was a pretty boy, there was no doubt about that. His little freckles, his puppy dog eyes, his always perfectly groomed hair… Yeah, there was definitely something about your peer that made him very attractive to the eye. Almost like an elf.

When Felix looked up, he noticed they were staring and started blushing, quickly averting his gaze. Y/N did the same, feeling a little embarrassed.

“We are going to try our best, Felix,” Y/N said, placing a hand on his arm. He looked at it in slight shock and bit his lip, his cheeks once again heating up. It surprised them, as they hadn’t expected such a simple gesture to have this effect on him. However, they weren’t complaining at all.

Y/N stroked his arm slowly, trying to calm him down a little. They felt goosebumps appear under their touch and when they looked up, they saw him shuffle slightly in his seat. Y/N bit back a smirk, enjoying how such a simple touch could make the cute boy react like this.

“Okay, how about we try this problem and then have a little break after?” Y/N proposed, withdrawing their hand, hearing him sigh audibly. They couldn’t tell if it was disappointment or relief. Felix nodded quickly, grabbing a pen and starting to scribble down notes, trying to hide his own embarrassment. As he was writing, a mischievous plan popped up in Y/N’s head. What would happen if they teased him? Would he react even more than he just did? Would he say anything? Y/N bit their lip, placing their hand on his thigh as they pointed at one of the things he’d written down.

“This isn’t completely correct,” they explained, feeling his leg tense under their touch. Felix’s breath audibly picked up as he tried to focus on the words coming out of Y/N’s mouth. However, he was clearly having a really hard time.

Y/N couldn’t help but smirk as they inched their hand closer to the little boy’s inner thigh, rubbing slow circles with their thumb. They kept creeping closer and closer to the poor boy’s crotch, which was noticeably getting harder with every touch. This continued for a couple of seconds before a sudden, whiny sound escaped from Felix’s lips. He looked up in surprise and embarrassment, quickly hiding his face in his arms as he shuffled away from your touch.

“Fuck, I-“ he trailed for a second. “I’m sorry Y/N. This is fucking embarrassing,” he said, his voice an octave higher than it was minutes before. They couldn’t help but like this change. Like the effect they had on this pretty boy.

“Felix,” Y/N whispered, inching their face closer to Felix’s neck before gently kissing the delicate skin there. “Don’t be embarrassed please,” another quiet whiny noise left the boy’s lips.

“W-why?” He whimpered, unwillingly tilting his head to give Y/N more access. The usually seemingly tough guy had done a one-eighty and had turned into a subby baby under his tutor’s touch. He didn’t want to feel this way, but he couldn’t help it; they had this effect on him and he didn’t know how to get rid of it.

“Because I think it is time for that break now,” Y/N said, turning Felix’s face towards themself before kissing his sweet lips gently. The poor boy breathed out in relief and kissed them back with the delicacy of a little baby. That was the true Lee Felix: a little baby who was helpless and needed a mommy or daddy to take care of him.

Luckily for him, this attitude awoke a side of Y/N they hadn’t seen much before. Suddenly they wanted nothing more than to be called mommy by the pretty boy.

Y/N gently tugged on Felix’s bottom lip, eliciting a soft moan from the whiny boy. His hands found their way to Y/N’s waist and pulled them closer, desperate for more. They pulled back and started kissing down his jaw, making sure to leave small marks as they kept moving down to his neck.

“Y/N,” Felix stuttered, briefly withdrawing from the touch. “What are you doing?”

“Helping you,” they answered, lowering their voice to emit more power. “Baby boy needs a little help it seems,” Y/N glanced down at the poor boy’s crotch, where his dick was now prominently bulging. Felix blushed at the pet name and hesitantly nodded.

“Do need help,” he admitted. “But… Are you really...” He bit his lip and they already knew what he had been about to ask them. They nodded briefly.

“Dumb baby needs mommy to help him with his problem, doesn’t he?” Y/N continued as they moved down their hand to stroke the boy’s clothed member. Felix shuddered again, trying to stifle a moan caused by the sudden touch. Y/N could see he wanted to protest against the role he was being placed in, but he couldn’t. He was a dumb baby and he did need help. Hell, that was all he wanted and needed at this moment. His subby side had made a full appearance and there was no more use trying to hide it.

“Please?” He pleaded Y/N. “Please help me, mommy?” That was all Y/N needed to spring into action. They gently pushed the boy down on the carpet, unbuckling his dress trousers before pulling them down with his boxers. His cock sprang up happily and fully erect. Damn, he had really been as needy as you thought he was, and all of that just because of light touches.

“Mommy will help you, little one,” Y/N whispered in a seductive voice. “Relax and do not worry about that,” they slowly stroked the little angel’s cock and watched how his face contorted in adorable emotions; shock, pleasure, and lust. The poor baby wasn’t used to being treated this way but he wasn’t complaining at all.

His hips bucked lightly and Y/N pushed them back down before licking up his shaft, making sure to gather all the precum oozing out of his tip on their tongue before giving him a soft kiss, making him taste himself.

“Taste that, baby boy?” They asked him with a soothing voice. Can you taste how needy you are for mommy?” Felix nodded eagerly as he licked his lips. He watched as their lips connected with his sensitive, swollen tip. He needed more. He needed to feel his mommy around him.

“M-more!” He whined, attempting to buck his hips again. Y/N chuckled quietly as they bit their lip.

“Patience, little one. Mommy will only help you if you’re a good boy,” Felix stayed quiet this time as he nodded. He was going to be a good boy. This was a sign for Y/N to suddenly wrap their mouth around the doll’s cock, making him throb when their tongue connected with the sensitive skin and swirled around his length. A moan escaped his lips when Y/N started bobbing their head, making sure to run their tongue over his tip as they used their other hand to play with his balls.

Felix had never had a blowjob like this and he was seeing stars. He wriggled under his mommy as they were sucking him off hard, knowing that he wasn’t going to last long purely because of the suddenness of it all. Y/N sped up, making the little one twitch in their mouth.

“Close!” He cried out. “I-I’m so close!” Y/N looked up at him and made eye contact before hollowing their cheeks, making sure to suck him off good as he whimpered and arched his back, spilling his hot cum down their throat. They swallowed it before pulling off, licking their lips.

“You taste amazing angel,” they said, smiling endearingly as the poor boy panted. Felix wiped some sweat off his forehead, looking at Y/N with a blush on his cheeks.

“Thank you,” he mused. “Do you…” He stalled, looking away, suddenly really aware of the situation. “Never mind, I’m sorry.”

“What is it, baby boy,” they whispered, drawing figures over his stomach with their nails. Such a simple touch, yet it managed to make his cock spring up excitedly once again, making Felix blush even more.

“Can you… Would you…” He was clearly too embarrassed to finish the sentence, yet could not seem to let go of the idea. “Please?”

“Can I what?” Y/N asked, teasing the poor boy a little. They knew exactly what he wanted, but they needed the words to roll off his lips first. If he wanted something, he needed to ask for it.

“Fuck me, please?” His voice suddenly whinier than before, which was clearly unintended. He buried his face in his hands once again as his body flushed with embarrassment. “C-can you please fuck me, mommy?” Y/N smirked, getting up from the floor before undressing. Felix’s eyes widened when he saw the figure in front of him, his cock twitching happily.

“Like what you see, princess?” They asked him, eliciting an eager nod.

“You’re so pretty mommy,” he praised, making them feel good about themselves as they reached for the bottom drawer, pulling out a strap-on and a bottle of lube. Felix audibly gasped, clearly not expecting to be literally fucked. Nobody had ever seen this side of Y/N and the cute twink would be the first to do so. However, he did not seem reluctant at all. Even better, he was more aroused than ever before, if that was even possible. His hips bucked involuntarily as he watched his mommy install the strap on before covering it in lube.

“Shirt off,” Y/N demanded with a dominating voice, making the poor boy shudder and quickly do as he was told.

“Good boy,” they praised him, earning another blush. They hovered over Felix, kissing their neck and collar bones before moving down to his chest, leaving hickeys all over. “You’re mine, got it?” They growled, nibbling on his skin as he whimpered and nodded. “Everyone can know and see that this baby boy belongs to his mommy and to nobody else.”

“Nobody else,” Felix mused, shaking at the feeling of the strap-on rubbing against his own cock. He grew needier and needier with the second and the thought of being filled up excited him more than anything could. “Please mommy, I need you,” his voice merely a shiver.

“Beg for it,” Y/N’s voice boomed.

“Please mommy! Fill me up. Use me and ruin me. I am just a dumb baby. A toy that you can use however you want,” he begged. “Please, just… Please just fuck me!” Y/N flipped him over, deciding he had been marked enough. His cheek was pressed against the carpet and his ass was sticking up. They slapped it with a lot of force, leaving a clear red mark in the form of their hand. Felix gasped, stifling a moan. He felt another hand come down on his delicate ass and could not keep his moans in this time. Y/N was satisfied with the effect they had on him and teased his hole with the strap-on.

Felix once again turned into a whiny baby, trying to press his ass against the toy to stop the teasing.

“Patience,” Y/N’s voice boomed once again, making the poor baby shudder.

“Yes, mommy. I’m sorry mommy,” he whispered. They were satisfied with this apology and saw it as a sign to unexpectedly push themselves into the baby’s tight hole. He screamed out in pleasure as he felt the toy stretch him out, pressing his cheek against the carpet more.

“Yes, oh fuck. M-mommy that feels s-so good,” he stuttered, enjoying the sting of his tight hole being stretched out. Y/N started thrusting the toy in with their hips, making sure to go slow at first to let the whiny boy adjust to the size of it.

Felix’s moans grew louder and louder the more they sped up. They pulled out all the way and slammed back in hard, hitting his prostate with much force. He screamed out and clawed his nails into the carpet, pressing himself against the toy more.

“Right there mommy! Please ruin me, please,” he whimpered. Tears of pleasure and pain streamed down his cheeks as Y/N kept slamming in hard, pushing his hips down to the carpet as they rolled their hips fast. Felix’s cock rubbed against the floor, making him tremble even more than before because of the sudden friction. As the toy kept hitting against his sweet spot, Felix felt his orgasm approaching fast. He clenched around the toy and shook, overwhelmed by all the pleasure he was feeling. Feeling like he was brought onto cloud nine by this sensation.

“I can’t- Close I cannot-” he stuttered out, no longer able to form full sentences. However, Y/N knew exactly what he was going to say.

“Cum for me doll,” they said. “Make a mess out of your pretty body and cum for mommy,” Felix didn’t need to be told twice before he started to twitch all over, cumming hard over himself and the floor as he cried out. Y/N was certain the entire floor of the building could hear his profanities, but they couldn’t care less. Felix was having the orgasm of his life and nothing mattered more to them than this subby baby feeling this good.

They eased the angel off his high before gently pulling out, plugging his filled-up hole with a sparkly butt plug that fitted the boy perfectly. Felix whimpered at the feeling, satisfied and fucked out. He collapsed on the floor completely as he panted heavily.

“Thank you mommy,” he hummed. “That was amazing,” Y/N smiled happily and proudly before carefully helping him onto their bed. They took off the strap-on and cuddled up with the flushed and sweaty baby boy. He curled into their chest, smiling a little as he nervously looked down.

“I didn’t know you were such a subby baby,” they cooed, earning a soft giggle from the boy.

“I’m not always,” he said. “Just… You brought it out in me…”

“Maybe I should do that more often then, little one,” they tickled his tummy and he giggled more.

“I wouldn’t complain,” he admitted as they drew figures on his arm with their fingers.

“Good, because I wouldn’t either,” Y/N said before kissing his forehead. “You’re a cutie, Felix.”

“You cutie now,” he said, smiling softly.

“Mine,” they agreed. “Only mine.”

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