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topguncortez · 9 months

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All My Heart & All My Being | Jake x Shy!Wifey

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synopsis: Jake & Y/N are given devastating news on what was supposed to be a routine midwife visit. Jake navigates how to tell his kids about the circle of life.

word count: 2.8k

warnings: miscarriage, tears, fear of doctors, cursing, talks of death, canon character death, mentions of depression, mentions of stillbirths

note: miscarriages happen in 1 out of 4 pregnancies. Most miscarriages are spontaneous, meaning that you did nothing to cause it. miscarriages are never your fault, and it doesn't make you any less of a parent. Angel baby parents are still parents.

Jake couldn’t hide his excitement. It was Y/N’s second ultrasound since she had discovered she was pregnant. It was the appointment where they were finally going to hear their baby’s heartbeat. Even though they had been here twice before, the same butterflies and nervous feelings still arose in their bellies. Jake was trying his best to not crush Y/N’s hand with his strong grip as they waited for the doctor to come in.

Jake was halfway out of the chair he was sitting in, at eye level with Y/N’s bare belly. His eyes were wide as he was retelling the story of his last dogfight with Rooster and Coyote. Y/N couldn’t help the smile on her face as she ran her hand through his soft blonde hair.

“And then, I broke right, turning right into the sun with Rooster still hot on my tail, but the ol’ man still hasn’t learned any new tricks,” Jake laughed, “He lost me in the sun, and I was able to turn quickly and get behind him to get missile lock on him.”

“Going to turn this one into an aviator before they’re even born,” Y/N giggled. Jake looked up at her with pure admiration and love in his green eyes.

“They’ve got a handful of uncles and aunts who will turn them into an aviator if I don’t,” Jake said as there was a soft knock on the door. Y/N sat up on her elbows and told whoever it was to come in, but Jake’s eyebrows furrowed at the young nurse who walked through the door, “Where’s Doctor Carpenter?”

The nurse smiled at him as she walked to the ultrasound machine, “She’s with another mother right now, but she’ll be here soon.” Y/N nodded and laid back down on the exam table, “My name is Margaret, and I’ll be doing the initial look, taking a few pictures and then Doctor Carpenter will be in.”

“Okay,” Y/N nodded, feeling the grip of nerves in her throat. Jake could feel the anxiety rolling off his wife in waves and squeezed his wife’s hand. Y/N looked over at him, as Jake raised their conjoined hands to his lips and placed a kiss on the back of her hand.

“How have you been feeling, Mrs. Seresin?” Margaret asked.

“Oh please, call me Y/N,” Y/N said softly, “I’ve been feeling more tired than usual with this one. It’s our third baby,” Jake gave her hand a squeeze, “But lately, my back has been hurting, I’ve had these weird dizzy spells, just overall felt like crap.”

Margaret nodded as she put some of the cool gel on Y/N’s belly. Y/N let out a shaky breath as Margaret pressed the transducer to Y/N’s lower belly. She always hated this part of the exam, feeling like her bladder was going to explode from the pressure.

Jake sucked in a breath as he watched Y/N stare up at the ceiling. She was uncomfortable and Jake hated that. “Did you hear about Dragon’s wedding present for Rooster?” Y/N looked at her husband and shook her head, “Well apparently, it was a fancy little picture book. Rooster was actually speechless, and you know that man is nev-”

“How far along are you?” Margaret asked, interrupting Jake. He looked up at her, noticing the pinched look on her face.

“12 weeks,” Y/N nodded, “But isn’t that on my chart?”

Margaret nodded and plastered a fake smile on her face, “Y-yeah, yes, it’s just that-”

Jake’s shoulders squared as he stood up from his seat, “That what? What’s wrong?”

Margaret set the transducer down and turned to face both of them, “I’m not seeing anything on the ultrasound.”

“What?” Y/N looked from the nurse to Jake and back at the nurse. She felt her heart start to race as she pushed herself up on her elbows, “There’s. . .there’s no baby? I lost the-”

“I don’t know,” Margaret said, “I-I’m not really authorized to read-”

“How about you go find someone who is?” Jake said sternly, crossing his arms over his chest. Margaret nodded rapidly and scurried out of the room with her head down. Jake scoffed and ran his hand through his hair, his jaw clenched shut, “What a fucking joke. Can you-” He looked down at his wife to find tears running down her cheeks, “Hey, sweets, what’s wrong?”

“There’s no baby,” Y/N cried, and Jake wrapped her in his strong embrace.

“We don’t know that,” Jake said, his voice strong and steady, “The nurse even said she’s not authorized to read it.” He pulled Y/N away from his chest and held her face in his hands. She looked up into his green eyes, “You hear me? We can’t jump to conclusions yet.” Y/N closed her eyes and nodded her head, not really believing a word Jake said. And to be honest, he wasn’t even sure if he believed what he said either.

Jake gently shifted Y/N’s body so he could sit on the edge of the small exam table and hold his wife. They waited in painful silence for the doctor to come in. The only sound was the occasional sniffle from Y/N, which was followed by Jake pressing his lips to the top of her head. A small knock pulled them out of their quiet embrace as their usual doctor walked into the room. Jake felt some relief in his body, but the look on the doctor’s face didn’t help ease much of it.

“I’m sorry for the wait,” Doctor Carpenter said, giving them both a sad smile, “Let’s see what’s going on.” She quickly went to the ultrasound machine. Jake moved off the exam table and stood by her side, holding her hand in both of his.

Doctor Carpenter did the same thing as the nurse had done previously, putting the cold gel on Y/N’s belly and spreading it around her lower abdomen. Y/N looked up at the ceiling as Jake’s eyes were on the black-and-white screen in front of him. Doctor Carpenter worked in silence as she moved the transducer around, freezing on a spot, and taking a picture, before moving to another spot. The silence stretched for about ten minutes before Doctor Carpenter sighed, and placed the transducer down.

Y/N closed her eyes as she felt Doctor Carpenter’s eyes on her. She couldn’t hear the words that came out of the doctor’s mouth but felt Jake squeeze her hand.

“I’m sorry, Y/N and Jake, but there isn’t a viable fetus present,” Doctor Carpenter said, “I’m afraid Y/N has had what we call a spontaneous miscarriage. It doesn’t present like a normal. . .”

It was all a blur after that.

She could hear the door to the exam room shut. She could feel Jake move to lean over her and run a hand through her hair. She could faintly make out the sound of his voice as he spoke to her. She could feel him hold her in his arms, rubbing her back and pressing a kiss to the top of her head. She could hear him sniffle and wipe away the tears from under his eyes.

The car ride home was quiet, as Y/N leaned her head against the window, looking at the familiar landscape pass her by. Jake would occasionally glance over at her, noticing the hand that sat protectively on her belly. He shifted in his seat and looked at his wife again.

Jake cleared his throat, “Are you in pain?”

“Not physically,” Y/N answered, “It’s just. . . when you think about a miscarriage or losing a baby, you imagine blood and pain, not. . .” Y/N fought back tears, her mind trying to come up with the right words to say. Jake reached his hand across the center console and grabbed hers. Neither of them said another word as they drove the rest of the way home.

When they arrived home, Jake noticed Amelia Benjamin’s bike by the front door. She usually babysat the kids after school while Jake & Y/N were at work. It was supposed to be a happy night, while Jake and Y/N shared pictures of their unborn child, and listen as Alex and Ella argued about whether it was going to be a boy or a girl. Now, all Y/N felt was dread of having to face her children and her parents.

“Why don’t you go into the house from the garage and up the back steps,” Jake said, looking at his wife, “And I’ll go corral the kids to the backyard.” Y/N nodded her head in agreement, “I’ll be up soon and draw you a bath-”

“I just want to lay in bed,” Y/N said, looking at Jake, “I’m okay. . . or I will be anyway.”

Jake gave her a smile. Y/N was one of the toughest women he knew. She had to be tough when being married to an aviator. Nothing in Jake’s life was ever promised and Y/N had known that first hand. She had watched as partners of fellow aviators had been given folded flags instead of getting to hug their loved ones again. She always feared losing Jake, never one of her own babies.

“I’m going to go in now,” Y/N said and Jake nodded.

“Y/N,” Jake called her name as he stepped out of the truck. She looked up at him, “I love you, with all my heart and all my being.”

Y/N smiled, “I love you too, with all my heart and all my being.”

Jake took a moment, trying to gather his thoughts as he watched Y/N walk into the house. He turned the truck off and gathered his duffle bag from the back seat, before making his way to the backyard where he could hear the loud laughter of his kids.

The second that Jake opened the gate to the backyard, Alex and Ella ran right to him. He greeted them with his usual bright smile and kiss on the cheek. He thanked Amelia for watching them and paid her. Then he stood on the front porch with Alex and Ella as Amelia rode her bike the two blocks it took to get to her house.

“C’mon, let’s go get a snack,” Jake said, leading his kids inside the house. Alex climbed up on the stool at the kitchen island, while Jake sat Ella down on hers. He cut them up an apple, splitting it between the two of them, and giving them each a big dollop of peanut butter to go with.

“Where’s Mommy?” Alex asked, looking around the kitchen for the usual bright ball of sunshine that was Y/N Seresin.

“She’s uh,” Jake cleared his throat, “She’s not feeling well. She’s laying down right now.”

“What wrong wit Mommy?” Ella asked, looking up at Jake with those big green eyes. Jake knew that at some point in time, they needed to talk to the kids about what happened, but he was hoping that he would have some time to gather his thoughts before telling them. If it was up to Jake, he would wait to talk to them, but he also knew that Y/N hated keeping things from them.

“Your mommy,” Jake shook his head, “We found out today that. . . we lost the baby.” The room was silent for a moment as the five and two-and-a-half-year-old were trying to come to terms with what their father just said. How does one even explain the circle of life to kids?

“How?” Ella asked.

“I’m not really sure, Elles,” Jake said, running his hand over her blonde hair, “Sometimes, it just happens. There’s no explanation. There’s no reason. Sometimes, God decides he needs the baby a bit more than we do.”

Alex blinked a couple of times, staring at the bottom wrung of the chair that Steve had chewed up, “Is that Baby with Uncle Bradley’s mom and dad?”

Jake nodded, “Yeah. The baby is with Uncle Bradley’s mom and Dad, and Grandpa Seresin, and the dog your mommy had as a child, and Aunt Dragon’s babies.”

“I don’t wike that,” Ella pouted, as the tears slowly started to roll down her cheeks. Jake cooed and walked over to her, picking her up in his arms, and holding her head against his chest as she cried.

“I know, baby girl, I know,” Jake sniffled, “No one does. It’s hard to lose the people you love,” He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, “All we can do now, is show mama some love, give her some extra cuddles. She’s going to be sad for a while.”

“I wanna go to Mommy,” Ella mumbled and Jake nodded. He carried Ella in his arms and walked up the stairs toward their shared room. Alex stayed in his spot, still staring at that beat-up wrung of the stool.

Jake knocked softly on the bedroom door, waiting for the invite from Y/N to let him in. He knew not to overcrowd her and make her feel uncomfortable. Sometimes Y/N reminded him of a scared, feral dog that had been kicked one too many times. But her quiet, soft voice granted him permission to come in, and Jake gently pushed the door open.

Y/N was facing the door and looked up to see her baby girl with tears rolling down her cheeks. Y/N gave Jake a sad smile and shifted a bit in bed to make room for Ella. Silently, Jake stepped across the threshold and brought Ella to Y/N.

“My baby girl, what are the tears for?” Y/N asked Ella, as Jake pulled back the covers and gently placed her next to her mom.

“I don’t want you to be sad,” Ella mumbled, tears welling up in her eyes.

“I know,” Y/N said softly, “I’ll only be sad for a little while, I promise.” She pulled Ella in close to her chest and rubbed her back. Ella was like Jake in so many ways, that the small gesture was a sure way to make them both fall asleep.

Jake smiled at his girls before returning downstairs to make Y/N some tea. Alex was still in the same spot as he was when Jake went upstairs. He eyed his child as he filled and set the kettle on the stove. Jake always felt like he had a hard time connecting with Alex. Y/N was already four months pregnant with him when Jake came home from a mission. And Jake had to leave when he was only three months old for another mission. Alex was also the complete opposite of his father and Jake struggled to find things they had in common.

“What’re you thinking about, Lex?” Jake asked, leaning against the counter.

“Do you know where I can get white roses?” Alex said, looking up at his dad. Jake’s eyebrows furrowed, “Uncle Rooster always gets Aunt Dragon white roses on Ida’s birthday. He says they are for membrance.”

“Remembrance,” Jake said, “And I think I know a place where we can get some.”

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Three days later, Jake and Alex were in the middle of Y/N’s garden, while she sat in a chair with Ella. Doctor Carpenter told her to take the next couple of days easy while her body and mind processed the news of the miscarriage. The kids had been a great help, keeping Y/N’s mind off the loss and giving her the extra cuddles that she didn’t know she needed.

“White Roses love the sun,” Y/N said, as Alex finished digging the whole, “You picked a perfect spot, Alex.”

The little boy wiped the sweat from his brow as Jake brought over the poted plant, “Thanks, momma.”

“Alright Ella, you want to come help with this?” Jake asked, and the little girl happily obliged. She wiggled out of her moms lap and walked over to where the two boys were standing.

Jake gently pulled the rose bush from the bucket it sat in, remembering all the critiques Y/N gave him while he helped her plant to other flowers in the garden. Ella and Alex cupped the bottom of the plant as they gently eased it into the hole. Y/N stood up from her chair and walked over to her family, watching as the kids covered the base of the rose bush with fresh soil. She felt the sting of tears in her eyes as Jake put his arm around her, pulling her flush against his side.

“There!” Alex said, clapping the dirt off of his hands, “Do you like it?!”

“We love it, baby,” Jake smiled, “Now come here! Family hug!” Y/N giggled as the kids ran right towards their legs, hugging them tightly, “I love you guys, with all my heart, and all my being.”

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copper-16 · 2 months

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You Can Do This

Mapi for the life of her, cannot find Bagheera. The cat is in a place where the Spaniard and Norwegian least expect her to be.

(a/n: this is a mix between fluff and just a little bit of angst that is easily soothed. This is kind of introducing a theme about Mapi's specific struggles with becoming a parent, that is a topic I want to talk about and explore more in future stories about these three. Also, wanted to write some Bagheera/Elena content for @acornsquish, ofc :)

Mapi really, really hated waking up her wife when she did not need to.

Ingrid was notoriously grumpy in the mornings, especially before she had her coffee, so the thought of getting the Norwegian up and knowing that she would likely be annoyed with Mapi for the rest of the day was not an enticing thought for the brunette.

But the Spaniard also didn’t know what to do, because for the life of her she cannot find Bagheera anywhere.

Mapi prided herself on knowing the cat well. She had been here before Ingrid, before Elena, and she had been the Spaniard’s ever since she was just a tiny kitten. The defender loved the cat with her life, and she was sure that she knew her well enough to know all of her hiding spots.

The nook behind their kitchen table, behind the big armchair in the living room, under the TV in their bedroom.

So when Mapi got up this morning to take Bagheera to the vet and hadn’t been able to find her, she had checked all of those hiding spots first. She was sure that the cat was somewhere in one of those, simply hiding from the crying from Elena that would start up soon enough when she awoke.

The poor cat tolerated the baby, but she wasn’t exactly a huge fan of her either. Mapi and Ingrid were careful to keep the two relatively separated, not wanting Elena to accidentally pull at Bagheera’s tail or something like that.

And for the most part, the cat stayed away without having to be told. She wasn’t a huge baby person, evidently, and Mapi couldn’t really blame her. She hadn’t exactly been bringing a bunch of babies home in the past, to be fair.

But Elena wasn’t leaving, and neither was Bagheera, so the two learned to coexist peacefully, away from one another.

Bagheera wasn’t in her cat tower, or in the nook behind the kitchen table, or by the armchair, or their bedroom. In fact, Mapi couldn’t begin to find the cat in the whole damn apartment.

As the time of the cat’s vet appointment drew nearer, Mapi finally broke down, deciding that she needed to wake Ingrid up to help her look.

“Ingrid, Ingrid!” Mapi whispered harshly, slightly shaking the Norwegian’s leg from her spot at the foot of the bed.

“Mmm, go back to sleep Maria,” Ingrid mumbled sleepily, turning back into her pillow. Mapi swallowed thickly, looking around as though the cat would suddenly appear, and then squeezing her wife’s leg harder when she didn’t.

“Ingrid!” She tried again, and apparently her voice was panicked enough that she got the dark haired woman up, the Norwegian blinking several times before looking up at her wife, who appeared more than a little frazzled.

“What? Is something wrong?” Ingrid was suddenly very awake, wondering if there was something amiss with the baby. The next words out of her wife’s mouth are not, however, what she expects, given how panicked the Spaniard is.

“The cat is missing!” Mapi hissed, and the dark haired woman’s whole face scrunched in confusion.

“The cat is what?” Ingrid repeats, her words slightly slow as she struggles to follow the brunettes train of thought.

“The cat is missing!” Mapi echoes, looking around again.

“Mapi, she’s a cat. She’s not missing, she’s somewhere in this apartment,” Ingrid reasoned with far too much sureness for someone who wasn’t abreast of the current situation.

“No, I’m telling you! I’ve looked in all of her usual spots, and she’s not anywhere! You need to help me look, I have to take her to the vet,” Mapi insisted, not waiting for Ingrid’s answer before she walked out of their room, her steps hurried but quiet, well aware that their six month old baby was still very much asleep.

Ingrid let out a heavy sigh before she slipped out of bed, running a comb through her hair and brushing her teeth before she joined her wife in her quest to find their cat.

Together, the two Barcelona players scoured the living room and kitchen, trying to find the black cat. When they didn’t find her there, they moved into the dining room, and then their bedroom. It was Ingrid who finally decided that they would check the one place that they were sure Bagheera wouldn’t be in.

Elena’s room.

The baby was six months old, and entirely the light of their lives.

Bagheera’s life? Not so much.

But Ingrid drags her wife down the hallway, despite the Spaniard’s insistence that there is no way Bagheera would be caught dead in there.

The Norwegian pays her no mind, pushing the door open and walking into the room. She looks around, at the changing table, the rocking chair they have in her room, in the closet.

But it’s Mapi who finds the cat first, her jaw flopping open in shock.

“Ingrid,” she whispers urgently, moving toward the crib. And sure enough, there was Elena sleeping peacefully, with Bagheera wrapped around her. The black cat looks completely content and happy, more than willing to just sleep with the baby. Elena’s little fist is resting on the cat’s belly, and her face is turned toward Bagheera, even in sleep.

The entire cat’s body is curled around their baby, her body wrapped around the baby’s head, her head laid gently on the mattress.

Even the cat’s tail is laid over the baby’s body, resting lightly against her little belly. It’s the cutest thing Mapi’s ever seen in her entire life, and she quickly takes her phone out to snap a picture as Ingrid joins her at the crib side.

“Who knew,” Ingrid hums softly, her voice affectionate at the sight in front of her. The two appeared entirely enraptured with one another, and Mapi felt bad about disrupting their peace.

“I should take Bagheera, her appointment is in a bit and I don’t want us to miss it,” Mapi said forlornly, but she reached down to grab the black cat regardless, knowing that they really did need to go to the appointment.

Bagheera limply allowed herself to be lifted, her eyes opening as her owner lifted her from the crib she had been occupying. She allowed herself to be maneuvered with little fuss, but the disruption was less than ideal for Elena, apparently.

The baby began to fuss almost immediately, missing the comforting presence of the cat that had come to be a common presence in her crib at night, unbeknownst to her mothers. The little baby reached out for the cat instantly, looking for fur and warmth. Mapi placed the cat on the ground before she returned to the baby, her face knitted in concern at the clear unhappiness on her daughter's face.

The Spaniard looked over at her wife with big, worried eyes. She made no move to reach for Elena, despite the fact that she was now crying.

“Ingrid,” she prompted, looking down at the baby with an expression akin to fear. The Norwegian softened, knowing why Mapi was so concerned.

Ingrid had been the one to deliver her, and subsequently the one who stayed home with Elena the first few months of her life. Becoming a mother had been natural to Ingrid, and she was quite good at it. She knew how to soothe, and swaddle, she had since she was a young girl. The Norwegian had slipped into the role of mother seamlessly, unlike Mapi.

The Spaniard had not grown up around babies at all, really. It wasn’t something she was accustomed to or used to, and Elena was practically the first baby she had ever handled, apart from the odd ten minutes when she had been passed a baby who belonged to a distant relative at a family reunion or wedding.

Throughout Ingrid’s pregnancy, Mapi had spent more than her fair share of fretting about what her relationship with her daughter would look like. Would she be close to her, would she come to understand what her baby needed, would they bond. She wasn’t the one to carry her child, but that didn’t make her love Elena any less, right? It didn’t make her any less hers, did it?

“You are her mother too, Mapi,” Ingrid reminded the center back, not because she was chastising her, but because sometimes those were the words the defender needed to hear.

She was ashamed to admit it, but it had been six months and she still wasn’t sure that she felt connected with her baby. When Elena cried she didn’t know what to do like Ingrid did, she just panicked. The baby didn’t look like her, or feel like hers. She saw so much of Ingrid in her daughter, and she loved that very fact, but she also ached to feel close to her. It felt like she was playing pretend, like she was a fraud.

But she wasn’t, and Ingrid was always there to remind her of that fact.

“I am going to get changed and take Bagheera to the vet. Why don’t you spend some time with her this morning?” Ingrid suggested, noting the panic that immediately flashed across her wifes face. She placed a comforting hand on Mapi’s shoulder, her words sure as she spoke once again.

“You can do this Mapi. She is a baby, not a nuclear bomb. Hold her, check her diaper, feed her and snuggle with her. I know you know how to do that, and you can do this. I believe in you,” Ingrid promised and it took her a moment but Mapi nodded eventually, her face still a little worried, but holding more confidence now after the pep talk from her wife.

The center back went to get a bottle prepared while Ingrid changed, getting Bagheera into her carrier before she returned to the kitchen, back to her wife.

“If anything goes really wrong, you can always call me,” the Norwegian soothed, kissing the Spaniard sweetly before she slipped out the door with their cat, leaving Mapi alone with their daughter.

With renewed determination, the brunette went back into Elena’s room. She quickly changed the baby’s diaper before giving her a bottle. But even after that, and being burped, the little baby was still fussy.

Mapi bounced her gently, unsure of what to do. The baby just wouldn’t settle, and she found herself beginning to panic, not knowing what the next step was in trying to calm her.

“Okay, what would Ingrid do? What would your Mama do, mi sol?” Mapi asks the little baby, receiving nothing but a noise that was somewhere between a whimper and a cry. She holds Elena tightly to herself, feeling on the verge of tears, the overwhelming feeling in her gut being one of failure.

This was her daughter, and she could not make her feel better? Could she not soothe her own child?

She felt like a rotten parent. The brunette looks down at the little baby, at the tear tracks that run down her cheeks, at the wetness of her little eyes as she stares up at the defender. She feels a renewed sense of determination to make the baby feel better. It hurt her heart to see her upset, and she wouldn’t stop trying to make her happier until she had exhausted all of her options.

“Come on,” Mapi decides, walking out of Elena’s room and back into her own, sitting down on the large bed. She carefully places Elena on her back on the bed, ignoring the shrill shriek that she receives in response, in favor of first stripping her own shirt, and then her daughter out of her little onesie.

Mapi lays back against the bed, sitting up against the headboard. She settles Elena on her chest, and is genuinely shocked by the speed at which the little baby settles, melting into her mother as her cries subside almost instantly. The baby's body is warm against her own, and her little limbs relax until she is completely limp and cuddled against the Spaniard.

The brunette brings her hand up to rub soothingly over the baby's back, and Elena lets out a relieved puff of air at the feeling. Mapi feels herself exhale a breath she hadn’t realized that she was holding as her daughter snuggled into her.

Elena waves one of her arms, making a little grabby fist at Mapi’s other hand that was not currently on her back, and the Spaniard brings it up, allowing her daughter to grasp her pointer finger in her tiny fist, holding it tightly to her chubby body.

“I’ve got you, mi sol,” Mapi promises, her voice thick as she drops her head to place a kiss to the crown of Elena’s head. As much as she is worried about bonding with her baby, she knows that there is no shortage of love that she feels for her daughter.

She would happily go to the ends of the earth for her little girl, no matter what it took. She can’t imagine not loving Elena, not having her in her life. And it’s moments like these, with her daughter completely relaxed into her chest, completely content, that remind Mapi that she can do this.

Progress is not linear, and neither is being a parent. At the end of the day she loves Elena, and she would do anything for her safety and happiness.

And that is enough.

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mirkwoodshewolf · 2 years

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Drawing chaos; Peter Quill x toddler reader

*Author’s note*

So this comes from @white-wolf-buckaroo who I thank for being sooooo patient with me and I hope this is the continuation you were looking for. After seeing the Groot shorts on Disney+ the Magnum Opus short was BIG inspiration for this fic so I hope you as well as all my readers enjoy this little drabble.

No warnings just some pure, unadulterated fluff. This can be served as a sequel to this story here.

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It had been four years since the Guardians had found little (Y/n) and to say their lives had changed well—it definitely had its fill of surprises. Like the one time when they were on a mission in Tamaran to stop a Leviathan attack and (Y/n) (who had just started learning how to walk) had gotten out of the ship and while completely and blissfully unaware of the dangers on the planet, walked through the forests of Tamaran and nearly got eaten by an alien plant. Of course Rocket managed to spot her and get her out of there.

Or the time when she was three and her father Peter had to stay behind on a mission because he had injured his arm pretty badly. Though he enjoyed spending time with his daughter, he almost had a heart attack when they were playing a game of hide and seek and he couldn’t find her anywhere. It took over 2 hours of him having a panic attack searching every nook and cranny of the Milano but he couldn’t find her.

Only to have the team come back, yell at him before helping to find her until Gamora saw that she had slipped under Peter’s bed and had fallen asleep. Of course as soon as Peter saw how cute she looked asleep, he couldn’t stay mad at her and took her back to her room (but he did give her a lecture about scaring him like that again).

Now at four years old, (Y/n) could walk and talk and she seemed fully invested in her world of the Milano. She was especially good friends with Groot, or Baby Groot, again. Yep, another incident had made Groot burn up and he had once again become Baby Groot. And of course when you get a baby as mischievous as Baby Groot and a curious toddler like (Y/n) Quill, things can get a bit chaotic.

The Guardians were out cruising through the galaxy when both (Y/n) and Baby Groot had decided to make something for their dads. Together the two of them got the supplies they needed to make their drawings.

They got to lounge room where they had their meals, coffee breaks or wanted to take some time away from the others. (Y/n) and Baby Groot set down their supplies and set down their papers. Groot began to white out the ALFIE comic book cover he had taken from Quill’s collection while (Y/n) was using an old page torn out of a Laskavarian translation book.

Groot then used some glue and placed it not only on the paper but also on the tail hair he had cut from Rocket’s tail. While (Y/n) used her markers to draw her pictures.

“I am Groot.” He said to her.

“No my picture will be better.��

“I am Groot!”

“No mine!” (y/n) stuck her tongue out at Groot before returning to her drawing and Groot back to his. (Y/n) capped her red marker before picking up the green one next and drew the next person she was going to draw. She then looked up to see Groot holding her father’s boot which had his rocket propeller. “Hey that’s daddy! He wouldn’t like you using that.”

“I am Groot.”

“You better or I’m gonna tell on you.”

“I am Groot.” He mumbled before placing the broken shades over his face and activating the rocket boosters and placed it over his picture to draw off the glue. After a while their pictures were almost done when Groot got the idea for how to get glitter.

He placed one of Rocket’s makeshift bombs on top of a green glittering hard drive Groot had pulled from the ship and then took him and (Y/n) out of the room with the detonator.

“I am Groot.”

“No I wanna push it.”

“I am Groot!”

“You can push it.”

“I am Groot.”

“No you push it.”

“I. Am. Groot.”

“Okay, I will.” She had tricked him thanks to an old gag she had seen on a cartoon show. Groot gawked at her then pouted as she hovered her finger over the big red button before she pressed it and the room exploded loudly. After the smoke cleared and the massive wave og glitter than shot out of the room had fallen to the floor, the two kids raced back inside with their pictures to use the glitter as they saw fit.

Suddenly Groot almost tripped over a large hole that had been made in the ground by the bomb.

“Uh-oh.” Said (y/n). Groot pondered before racing over to the cabinet drawers and pulled out a roll of duct tape. He raced back over and pulled apart the tape and together the two kids tried to patch the hole up before anybody noticed.

Walking through the hallway was Quill as he looked around with both a curious but worried look. All day he hadn’t been able to find (y/n) and he knew she wasn’t playing another game of hide and seek. For one thing she hadn’t finished her lunch which was odd because (much like her dad) she never leaves food behind.

He came into the engine room where Rocket was doing some repairs to the control panels that had been acting up and glitching on his side of the ship, preventing him from taking control of the ship when he wanted to.

“Hey Rocket.” Peter called out. Rocket peeked out from the floor and lifted up his goggles holding both a hammer and blowtorch in each hand.

“What do you want Quill? Can’t you see I’m very busy fixing up my ship.”

“Uhh first of all it’s my ship. And second, you hadn’t seen (Y/n) or Groot around have you?”

“I’ve been down here doing repairs Quill, hadn’t seen hair nor twig of em.”

“Well I haven’t either and I’m starting to get worried.”

“Alright, alright. If it’ll keep your pants on, let’s see if we can’t find them.” Rocket said lifting himself up from the floor, set down his tools and took the goggles off.

The two of them walked along the hallways when they felt the room shake as well as the big boom that sounded off.

“Oh no.” they both said worriedly as they both took off running. As they turned left, they saw that the room that lead into the lounge area had gone up in smoke and the fire alarm was blaring off. “Groot! (Y/n)!”

“(Y/n) can you hear me!?” Peter called out.

“Groot are you dead!!” Rocket exclaimed as they looked around frantically for both their children only to look down at the floor to see them both completely fine as they continued to patch up the hole with duct tape. “Oh there you two are. Wait are-are those the ship’s fuel rods?!” Peter gawked as he pointed out the entire destruction in his ship.

“And how did the walls collapse like that and why is everything on fire!? And more importantly what smells like something died in here?!”

“Wait a minute is that….” Rocket sniffed the air before bending down and picked up the purple soap bar. “Drax’s soap?”

“He’s been bothering me looking for that thing, won’t shut up about it.” Peter said. The two parental figures then turned to the kids and Rocket scolded them both.

“Kids, why does it look like a bomb went off in here?” As Baby Groot pulled on the roll of tape he said.

“I am Groot?”

“Don’t give me that boldface lie. There’s no way this was a gas leak!” Rocket reprimanded him. Peter crossed his arms over his chest before looking to (Y/n).

“(Y/n) Meredith Quill, give me the truth or it’s no music for a week.”

“We used the-the bomb for the glitter.” She said.

“WHAT!? How did-Rocket I told you to keep your bombs out of reach of the kids!!”

“Hey don’t you put this on my Quill!”

“You’re the one leaving bombs easily available for the kids to get to! Who else am I gonna blame!?”

“How bout the two gremlins who caused the explosion in the first place!?!?” the two of them looked down at the kids who were now looking down shamefully at their pictures. “Now don’t you two think you’re getting out of this by being cute.” Rocket scolded.

“He’s right. What you two did was completely dangerous and unsafe! You could’ve been hurt or worse killed!” the two kids looked at each other before holding up their pictures.

“What? What’s this more trash? Better be a written apology.” Rocket said as he took Groot’s picture while Peter took (y/n)’s. Rocket pulled out a pair of glasses and set them along his muzzle as he looked at the picture. “Huh this is….hmm…..wow this is, this is pretty cool. Oh this is very nice!”

“Let me see.” Rocket showed Peter Groot’s picture to see that it was all of them together with Groot encompassing his arms around his friends and family. “Wait why am I crying in the picture?”

“Cause you’re always a crybaby Quill. Face it, you whine more than these two do.”

“I do not!” Peter whined. Rocket raised his brow with an expression that said, ‘really?’ Peter grumbled before clearing his throat and said. “Well at least my baby girl sees her father for what he truly is. BAM! Top that!” Peter then turned over (Y/n)’s picture.

She had drawn each of the Guardians in a way she always remembers them. Her and her dad dancing to music, her aunt Gamora’s hugs, climbing onto uncle Drax’s shoulders pretending he’s a mountain, and Rocket along with Groot (in his current state) with machines.

“Hmm. Impressive job there kid. Even though I still disagree with how you drew your old man.” Rocket ruffled (y/n)’s hair. “We’re gonna have to get these two pictures framed, maybe even put them on top of the refrigerator.”

“You really like them?”

“Of course squirt, you and Groot did a pretty good job on each of your pictures.”

“I am Groot?” Peter and Rocket looked at each other before Peter said.

“As long as no one was hurt, I guess we can’t really fault you guys. Besides Rocket can fix this up.”

“WHAT!?!?”

“Your bombs, your mess. C’mon kiddo.” Peter picked (y/n) up and they walked back to their shared bed quarters.

As promised, Peter managed to find an old picture frame that he had kept and placed the picture inside and sealed it up before setting it right by the bed.

“There. Perfect spot for it.”

“Perfect spot for it.” (y/n) repeated which made Peter chuckle softly as he ruffled his daughter’s head. “You know baby girl, that was pretty unsafe of what you and Groot did, I thought something bad had happened to you.”

“I sorry daddy. Just wanted to make the picture more prettyful.” She softly said.

“I know. But next time don’t follow Groot’s instructions on using bombs to make glitter. At this stage Groot’s a little psychopath.”

“What’s a psychopath?” she asked mispronouncing the word but Peter understood what she was saying.

“Well….it’s a person who doesn’t understand right from wrong and makes bad choices everytime. Which is something I don’t want you doing promise me okay?”

“I promise daddy.”

“That’s my girl. Now go to sleep.”

“Will you sing for me?”

“Of course. Which song shall it be tonight?”

“My song! My song! My song!” she cheered as she got under the covers.

“Alright, alright, alright calm down. Get settled in and I’ll sing it.” Once he tucked her in, Peter softly began to sing ‘Ooh child’, the very song she’s always loved ever since he officially adopted her what felt like a short time ago.

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xxbimbobunnyxx · 9 months

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True form

(Steddie x Succubus!Reader)

Summary: You’re nervous to show your human boyfriends your true succubus form. But you learn pretty quickly you have absolutely nothing to worry about.

Warnings: Nudity, sexual themes, some neck kissing, monster/human relationships. Nothing too crazy but if I missed any let me know!! Either way my blog is as always 18+MNDI

A/N: This is just a little Drabble about the characters from my fic The Pull, when I originally wrote that story I was a bit nervous to make her look as inhuman as I wanted to so I’ve been working on this blurb for a bit about her showing them her most true form. Just a cute lil slice of life moment. Wk: 896

“Hold up… so you’re telling me… you’ve been hiding something THAT sexy from us the entire time!?” Your boyfriend Eddie shoots up from where he was lounging on the couch to face you and you snort at his antics.

“I mean… I didn’t know how you would feel about it. There’s definitely been people who were into it but mostly I don’t really show that part of myself, I wasn’t hiding it exactly… I just didn’t mention it.”

“You really thought Eddie wouldn’t be into you having a full on demon thing going on? I thought you were getting to know us baby, but maybe I was wrong.” Your other boyfriend, Steve, who is sitting on the opposite end of the couch teases.

“It’s not that! It definitely crossed my mind because he’s a freak-“

“Hey! I take offense to that, you know!” Eddie huffed.

“You know I mean it in the best way baby…” you bit your lip and winked at him. “But what I was saying is… I’m self conscious about it and I didn’t know how YOU would feel about it Stevie so I just kind of kept it to myself.”

“Sweetheart, I think you’re the hottest fucking thing to ever walk this earth and nothing can change that, not even some horns and a tail.”

“AND wings…” you responded, still self conscious.

“I’ll still love you, WINGS and all. Also did you forget our boyfriend is a literal goblin?”

That made you snort out a laugh. Something you’ve learned about Steve is he always knew what to say to reassure you no matter how big or how small your anxieties were he was always able to comfort you through them with ease. Not that Eddie didn’t, he just had a very different approach, more of a “I’ll roll you a joint and you can smoke it while I give you head” kind of comfort. Which was great too, but sometimes you just needed Steve’s calm voice and soft touches.

“Okay then… I’ll show you.” You stood up and stripped yourself, before closing your eyes and taking a deep breath. On your exhale three things happened, little black horns started growing out of the top of your head, the cutest little pointed black tail popped up behind you, and pretty little black wings that reminded Eddie of the bats he had tattooed on his arm grew from your back.

“Holy fuuuuuckkk” Eddie groaned. “You’ve been hiding this from me? God damn baby you look so sexy.” He shifted in his seat, adjusting himself. You could sense his arousal and it not only reassured you but made your mouth water.

“There’s… one more thing. If you want.” You bit your lip in looked into his eyes, yours now that pretty crimson color that almost seemed to glow. When you smiled at him expectantly he could see your fangs and he couldn’t imagine how it could get better than this.

But before he could respond Steve spoke up “There’s more? How could you get any sexier than you are right now? Because shit honey… I never thought I’d be as into this as I am but you’re killing me.”

Your pupils dilate instantly when you look over at him. His beautiful brown eyes blown wide, his prominent bulge in his tight jeans, his jaw clenched. You wanted to fucking sink your teeth into his neck and taste his blood. You’ve yet to do that, or even tell them that’s something you want, but god you know they’d taste so good.

“Okay Stevie, I’ll show you.” You took a deep breath and when you released it just like before you had changed. Your skin was now the same shade of red as your eyes, your wings outstretched proudly on your back, your tail slightly moving from side to side, that sexy little mark on your lower stomach, and those beautiful black horns sitting so pretty on your head. You were magnificent, otherworldly.

“Fucking shit, come here.” Eddie outstretched his hand for you to take as you approached him. “You are by far the most magnificent thing I’ve ever seen. My little infernal princess.” He kissed the back of your hand, his lips plush and soft against your burning skin.

Steve reached for your other hand to gain your attention and fuck did he look good. His hair was a little disheveled from running his hand through it and the look in his eyes was fucking feral.

“I can’t believe you thought I wouldn’t like this… Eddie’s right, you’re magnificent, ethereal even.” He kissed each individual one of your fingertips, bringing his lips to your palm and down your arm before pulling you down on the couch between him and your shared boyfriend, careful not to crush your wings or tail. Eddie rests his hand on your bare thigh, leaning his head down to kiss along your neck, collar bones, and shoulder. Steve does the same on the opposite side of you, both their hands inching closer to where you wanted them, their mouths moving down your chest. You had never felt more beautiful, content, and full of love. You wanted to bask in this feeling for the rest of your long life. You knew you couldn’t, but for right now you allowed your heart to feel full and just enjoy this moment with your boys, allowing them to worship you. Every part of you.

#eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader #steddie x you #steddie x reader #eddie munson fics #steve harrington fic #steddie x succubus!reader #monster fucking #succubus!reader

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headsincloud9 · 11 months

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Summary:The Sullys arrived to what they are hoping a new home; the Metkayina clan of Awa'atlu. Seeking uturu they are forced to adapt to a life at sea Foreign to her family but to Kílsyí it feels like home.

Note: Kílsyí is my original oc. Ralak belongs to @zestys-stuff and this story was inspired by @tiredmamaissy love you both!!!

Warning: suggestive hint at NSFW but mostly nothing

Chapter 2: First Breath

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Kílsyí made her way to her family but for some reason she felt a lot of eyes on her more than usual and that made her anxious and she wanted to hide and disappear from sight. Her tail slapped at the sand in frustration then swayed with irritated movements. Her body language said one thing ‘stop fucking looking at me’ most around her did focusing on her father her sibling her mother but there was still that burning feeling of being watched, it wasn’t unpleasant but it was noticeable like something at the edge of you mind you can’t quite recall or an itch you couldn’t quite scratch. She looks around her head coming up from the ground for the first time, her bicolored eyes scanning the people. Her eyes landed on one that unapologetically held her own head tilted in curiosity that was guarded behind a neutral expression. Her tail went rigid as her ears flicked and she felt her body grow hot. She didn’t like the feeling she got or rather how fast it occurred. She looked away though the feeling of being watched and the heat didn’t. ‘Click..pop..click’

What snapped her back into focus was one word “uturu, sanctuary” she looked to her father as the Tsahik of the clan Ronal looked them over the clan leader Tonowari coming from the shore as well. Kílsyí watched as she criticized them for how they looked and she felt their pain and a hiss slowly rose from her throat taking everyone by surprise including herself. She looked around at Jake giving her a look and Tiri doing so as well. But what she didn’t expect was Ronal to look at her not with offense but with curiosity, shock, and was that sadness “Naya?!” She whispers out in disbelief tears in her eyes as she reaches out for her face. Kílsyí was frozen in place..that was her mothers name. “ Naya passed………when she gave birth to a baby girl” Tonowari said to his mate softly. “You knew my mom,” Kílsyí murmurs, shocked as she knew little to nothing about the other half of her blood. “Uturu has been asked” his voice echoes and with a soft nod Ronal consents to let them stay. “ We will talk soon but first you need to rest and learn the way of your people.”

Kílsyí was reeling her body moving on its own; the only thing on her mind was how the tsahik had looked at her with such happiness and sweet sorrow like reuniting with an old friend or even loved family member. “Kílsyí!!!” She jumped hearing her name and finally snapped out of her trance having stared at the floor of their mauri pod for 5 entire minutes unmoving. She looked up seeing Jake and Tiri looking at her concerned while her siblings were outside the door eavesdropping of course but just as worried “I’m fine” she blinked her eyes were blank almost muted her tail was twisting in ways that showed different “i think i need air, i'll go start learning “ she says

Jake tried to stop her to tell her that she'd be training with someone closer her age and as she was one of the people by blood Tonowari selected someone for her. But Kílsyí continued until she ran, letting her body take over as she saw the clear blue, she attracted eyes as she ran and dove off the walkway into the water with perfect diving form. She let the water envelop her and she felt her heartbeat slow and her body relax, her mind calm, she was at peace. She swam around taking in the beautiful reef it was nothing like the forest rivers and streams it was teaming with life and colors. She smiled and looked around, spotting her brothers with the clan leaders' kids. She swam closer seeing Kiri first and she touched her chest smiling happily that she was doing so well before she saw Neteyam and Lo'ak and swam to them. She waves and stuck out her tongue blowing bubbles in his face much more at ease now she was in the water. Aonung and Tsireya watched in shock as the eldest of the Sullys took to water as if she was born here. They all went to the surface and Kilsyi pants a little more so from laughing "Kilsyi how are you so good at breathing" aonung asks a bit rude but it was more curious. She sighs softly and looks away. "My father took me swimming every day since I was an infant. It's where I feel my safest, I suppose , and flying" she says "the way water lives in you Kílsyí, you are one of us" tsireya says. She smiles to the girl "thank you.....Neteyam Lo'ak you'll do fine don't rush that pain you feel is panic calm accept it" she swims off to take some more time on her own.

She had no idea that she was being observed by someone sharp eyes assessed her as he took her time and explored the reef. She lost track of how long she was under, unlike home this was lol new to her and she didn’t have to worry about being under to long this clan lived and breathed water. Above water Tonowari was talking to Jake with a impatient Ronal close behind “ she has a right to know where she came from she is one of the people, her mother is with our ancestors.” Ronal insisted as Naya Kílsyí’s mother was the closest thing Ronal had to a sister before she died. Jake looked back out at the water seeing that she had not come up for air. “And who’s going to teach her the way of her people she has has been an omatikaya her entire life.” Jake says worried that she would struggle after getting overwhelmed with her past and her training. “30 minutes she been under the water for 30 minutes she is not just omatikaya she is metkayina and it shows” Tonowari reminded him. Kílsyí came up for air this time gasping she had been so invested in what was below she didn’t come back up for air black spots in her vision and her heart starting to pound was her indication. She swam to shore and sighs laying back on the sand listening to the waves crash on the beach.

Her tranquility was short live as a shadow had taken the place of the sun. She opens her eyes and looks up seeing Jake and the Olo’eyktan Tonowari and the warrior from before the one that looked at her oddly. He had the same look on his face now as before and she still couldn’t put an emotion to it. She turned her attention back to Jake who looked like he was struggling to find the right words “we’ve decided to switch up your training as you already can swim better than any of us so you will be learning to be a hunter with one of tonowari's best warriors and hunters and you will be learning healing from Ronal she knew your mother personally and this is your home by blood it's only fair” he says hoping she would understand. Kílsyí sighs, biting her bottom lip, lacing her finger together, popping the joints she had picked up from a scientist and it became a nervous tick. She noticed the warrior to Jake’s left seemed to be put off by the sound and she instantly stopped putting them behind her back. She watched as his eyes widen ever so slightly shocked she had that keen of perception. “I’d rather just learn it all together with you, not the family” she mutters. It's not that she didn’t want to learn, it's just that she didn’t want to get special treatment. She got lost in how a few of the others would say it wasn’t fair for her to she pass or fail like the rest of them.

She sighs softly as she remembers the words Jake had said in the pod as she had aimlessly moved around “don’t cause trouble and learn fast. ‘Pop..click..pop’ she popped the joints in her fingers her lip disappears between her teeth “ alright then” she conceded closing her eyes taking a deep breath, it was clear to the 3 that she wasn’t feeling at all at home despite having some connection here a sentiment 2 of the 3 Navi with her could understand. “I promise it won't be bad lsyi” she gave a genuine smile and holds back a laugh “ that is my line” she says as that was what she said to him when she saw him get thrown into mud when he was training years ago. Jake seemed satisfied giving a smile and stands leaving her with the other na’vi.

She couldn’t bring herself to say anything and she couldn’t give him the greeting she squeezed her hands knowing that if he started to pop her joints she wouldn’t stop. Her tail wrapped around her own leg as her eyes bored into the surf and sand and she began to jerk her knee back and forth moving her body, she cursed how many sky people mannerisms she picked up she may have not had 4 fingers or be part human but she might as well been with her peculiar movements. But it grinded to a halt as she felt it again that burning stare she felt when she first arrived and the heat that made her heart race. But this time she heard a soft sound, was it a chuckle? She looked up at him making eye contact and her face confused. She let her eyes look him over her own words caught in his throat he was huge in all manner of the word

As she looked upon the tattooed Metkayina Na'vi warrior with long, wet hair, she couldn't help but feel her thoughts begin to wander through the nervousness still reigned strong in her body. With each passing moment, her gaze lingered longer upon his rippling muscles, enjoying the way his tattoos seemed to come alive upon his skin, reminding her how water would change the pattern of the river bed at home. It was a welcome comparison her mind made. And as her mind began to wander, she pictured herself running her fingers along his tattoos, tracing the lines and curves until she found herself lost in a haze of- well she didn’t know what it was it reminded her of the burning need she felt when she hadn’t swam in so long, that burn she felt when she held her breath too long, it was sharp hard to swallow.

But it wasn't just his tattoos that held her attention - it was the way he moved, the way his body seemed to flow with an easy grace that left her breathless. She found herself imagining what it would be like to feel that body pressed against hers, his arms wrapping tightly around her as she lost herself in his embrace.

As she continued to stare, mesmerized by this striking warrior before her, her thoughts grew increasingly inappropriate. She couldn't help but picture him completely devoid of clothing, baring all his secrets to her eager eyes. It was a heady almost mind crushing fantasy, one that left her heart racing and her body aching for more, like a shot of adrenaline .

And as she finally tore her gaze away, she knew that she could never quell the burning that this tattooed warrior had sparked within her to the point it made her stomach churn as if she would lose her stomach all together. In that moment, she was trapped, unable to breathe air, completely and utterly lost. “Are you okay?” She heard his voice. Her ear flicked as she finally registered his voice. It was deep husky and it made her nervous in a way she couldn’t pinpoint. She swallows again for the second time finally able to get words out “yes” she says looking down again unaware of the amused look on his face as he had caught her completely eye fucking him.

She sighs, closing her eyes under his watchful yet confused ones. She slowly calmed down the movement and with a deep breath relaxed although she couldn't place there was something rooted now. And she was not prepared to figure out what.

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chuuyrr · 2 years

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Okay so- Hi, I’m Asriel and I happened to read your scarlet witch baby reader story’s and let me tell you I haven’t enjoyed something that good in a while so I wanted to make a small request ( If you don’t mind :) )

Dazai trying to do readers hair but fails so he gets a help from kyoko?

( I don’t know if I spelled her name right but have a good day/night/afternoon <3)

dazai & kyouka does scarlet witch! baby fushiguro! reader's hair

jujutsu kaisen x reader x bungou stray dogs

masterlist of the series

╰➤ CW(s): possible spoilers for bungou stray dogs, major themes of fluff w/ scarlet bb reader's dazai-nii & kyouka-nee

╰➤ PAIRING(s): platonic! bungou stray dogs x reader

hello asriel! thank you so much for requesting im glad you enjoyed my scarlet witch! baby fushiguro! reader writing. that really means a lot, and no worries, it's all good :) enjoy reading and have a great day or evening too dear ♡

you left your spot on the couch where dazai usually lounges and ran up to him, who was groaning and refusing to do anything while atsushi did his reports and kunikida yelled at him to do his work. as you tapped dazai's knee, the three of them stopped what they were doing and turned to you.

"[name]-chan? what's wrong?" as he asked, you clambered up on his lap, dazai blinked, a soft smile breaking through his face, prompting him to pick you up and rest you on his thigh.

"i think [name]-chan's just being clingy as usual." atsushi laughed as he saw you burying your face in dazai's chest while clinging to him. "she does like you a lot after all, dazai-san."

"sorry, [name]-chan. i was busy being scolded by kunikida-kun over here," dazai said, motioning over to the young blonde man who scowled before pulling you closer to his chest and affectionately running his fingers through your hair.

back at the jujutsu kaisen world, or your home, it's usually nobara, maki, or tsumiki who styles your hair because gojo can only do a basic ponytail. your father enjoys experimenting with your hair, as well as the mini butterfly hairclips, so much that your hair is a complete mess, which is why the jujutsu girls nearly banned him from doing your hair until he learned how to properly style your hair.

so, when you're at the armed detective agency, missing gojo but having a certain bandage wasting machine man who's pretty much exactly like him, you couldn't help but ask him.

"dazai-nii." you lifted your head up to him, tugging at the fabric of his collar for his attention.

"hmm? what does little belladonna want?" dazai tipped his head, causing you to laugh. "do you want to go out to eat? there isn't much of an investigation to be done, and besides, i can always do my work later."

"can you do my hair?" you inquired, grabbing strands of your hair before letting them fall loose.

"your hair?" dazai blinked at you, "you want me to style it. erm, something like that?"

"mhm! i want you to make my hair pretty. just like chuuya-nii's hair." you exclaimed, remembering how you once saw the gravity manipulator with his lovely orange hair neatly tied up while you were with dazai. "please?"

dazai's expression turned revolting. "i'm not doing your hair to look like that ugly thing! absolutely not!" dazai stuck out his tongue as he pinched both of your cheeks as you pouted. "you're way too cute for that [name]-chan."

dazai sighed and tapped his chin, his gaze lingering around his surroundings until it landed on kyouka, who had just returned from fukuzawa's office with a stack of papers in hand. an imaginary light bulb lit up on top of his head afterwards.

"how about kyouka-chan's hair? i'll style your hair to make it look just like hers!" dazai exclaimed, clasping his hands together as you turned to face kyouka.

kyouka looked at you as you stared at her long twin-tails, which were beautifully styled with two flowers. your kyouka-nee does look lovely with her hair like that. the fourteen-year-old girl felt her cheeks warm as your wonderstruck gaze fell on her.

"okay, i want my hair to look just like kyouka-nee's!" you turned back to dazai as you pointed at her.

"oh, thank god." dazai exhaled as he embraced you again, this time muffling his face against your hair as he gently swayed your form side to side and imagined you having a similar hairstyle to his former twin black partner. "i can't afford for you to turn into him; i might have to shave his head for that!"

"oi, do you even know how to style hairs, dazai?" kunikida shook his head at the brunet. "you don't even brush your hair!"

"i agree with kunikida-san." atsushi muttered quietly.

"what do you two take me for?" as he picked you up with one arm and began scavenging for a brush and some hair ties before motioning to kyouka, dazai scrunched his face at kunikida and atsushi's comments. "i am a master at styling hairs! kyouka-chan's hair is easy. it's just twin pigtails! what could go wrong?"

dazai sat you on top of his desk and stood from behind to begin his hairstyling career after finally getting a bunch of hair ties and clips, as well as a brush, from kyouka, when everything went wrong, and honestly, dazai has no idea how or why. brushing your hair was supposed to be the first and easiest step, but he ended up with your [color] hair in knots.

"ow! ow! dazai-nii, that hurts." you cried, reaching for the heap of hair that dazai was struggling to brush.

"idiot! you're hurting [name]!" kunikida smacked the brunet in the head as soon as he saw your face contort into a pained expression.

"ah, sorry! sorry!" dazai immediately came to a halt, releasing the hair brush that had become entangled in your hair before flitting his hands in the air.

"are you okay? i didn't mean to!" dazai clasped his hands together as he tried to grab you, but you resisted and clung to kunikida as he scolded him.

"you should be careful in handling hairs, especially a child's hair!" kunikida shook his head as he placed a hand on his hip.

"what happened to you being a master at styling hair, dazai-san?" atsushi's sweat dropped.

"i was mistaken. it really is a difficult task after all," dazai sighed, leaning back and shaking his head as he draped the back of his hand on his brow.

"ah, this isn't good. i need help!" dazai sauntered towards kyouka, who had been quietly watching the entire time as she filed another set of papers at the desk she shares with atsushi. "kyouka-chan, could you please help me in styling [name]-chan's hair?"

"sure, i'll do my best." as atsushi pointed out, kyouka nodded a little too firmly. it was as if she had been waiting for this her entire life, but then again, kyouka genuinely cared about you, even if she doesn't always express her feelings.

atsushi recalls kyouka's genuine smile whenever you hold hands with her while hanging out with her and atsushi, whenever atsushi buys the two of you crepes and kyouka wipes your cheek with a tissue, or when you simply ramble and play with her and atsushi. kyouka sees you as her younger sibling.

kyouka was now standing behind you with dazai, holding the brush this time. you clutched kunikida as kyouka ran the brush through your [color] hair, carefully working your way through the knots that dazai had created earlier.

"when you brush hair, always start at the ends, and you have to be very careful just like this," kyouka demonstrated to dazai, "and then you work your way up."

"ah! it doesn't hurt at all when you brush my hair, kyouka-nee," you said as you let go of kunikida and looked over your shoulder at her.

"i'm glad." kyouka said softly with a smile, "do you mind if dazai-san tries brushing your hair again? i'll make sure to guide him."

you nodded your head, "i'm okay with it!"

"i'll give it another go! i'll be extra careful this time, [name]-chan." said dazai determindly as he took the brush from kyouka.

much to your surprise, as well as kunikida's and atsushi's, dazai ended up brushing the rest of your hair with kyouka's guidance, and by the time your hair was free of knots, kyouka had your hair parted into two.

"next, we're going to tie [name]-chan's hair. you put the hair through, twist, and then through again, like this," kyouka said, tying the left part of your hair and demonstrating how to dazai once more. "don't pull too hard on her hair, and make sure it's not too tight."

"okay, got it. through, twist, and through again." dazai imitated kyouka's action and was able to tie the right part of your hair without hurting you quite easily.

your hair had been completely styled to look exactly like kyouka's after clipping some flowers similar to kyouka's on your own twin pigtails, except yours was a tad shorter, but either way, you were in awe when atsushi handed you a mirror to see the final product.

"woah! i look like just like kyouka-nee!" you squealed, happily shaking your closed fists.

"mhm, and not chuuya!" dazai sighed in relief, wiping a fake tear from his eye.

"am i pretty just like kyouka-nee?" you questioned, setting down the mirror before turning around to face kyouka, then dazai.

right then, a flush spread across kyouka's cheekbones, "just like me?"

"mhm! you're very pretty, kyouka-nee!" you nodded your head in agreement.

"of course you are, [name]-chan. you two are the prettiest!" dazai grinned at you, gently nuzzling his nose with yours, eliciting a sweet fit of giggles from you before taking you in his arms to cradle you.

"thank you, dazai-nii." you wrapped your tiny arms around dazai's neck before dissipating into a red mist and reappearing in front of kyouka.

"thank you too, kyouka-nee!" you encircled your tiny arms around kyouka's waist next, rubbing your cheek against her stomach like a very affectionate cat. "i was able to look pretty like you thanks to you, and you also helped dazai-nii a lot."

"you're always welcome." kyouka smiled brightly at you before returning your embrace with her own.

since then, you, kyouka, and dazai had discovered a new thing to bond over: hairstyling. it reminded you of gojo learning how to style your hair from maki, nobara, and even tsumiki. dazai, like gojo, was engrossed in it. he thoroughly enjoys doing your hair. his heart is warmed simply by seeing you all happy and smiling. you were just too precious. dazai has also learned to be extra cautious when handling your hair because he never wants to hurt you.

dazai has started bragging to chuuya about knowing how to style your hair whenever he sees him, but is devastated to learn that chuuya styles your hair better when he's around. at least, you have two older brother figures who start spoiling you with hair accessories and take you to hair salons for kid-appropriate hair treatments.

this is also why gojo is extrenely puzzled when you return home with your hair perfectly soft and beautifully styled with expensive-looking hairclips.

"ARE THESE REAL PEARLS ON YOUR HAIR?"

"dazai-nii and chuuya-nii bought them for me!"

what about kyouka? she is always looking forward to doing your hair with dazai again since then because she sees it as a way to get even closer to you as your older sister figure and to get to know dazai better.

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Ok liveblogging me watching rwrb!

Henry’s face when he’s in the ruins of the cake is so babygirl

“What if I set myself on fire” idk if it was intentional, but such a clever little tie-in to one of my favorite lines from the book!

So at 18:23 Alex is leaving the story room HOLDING the strawberry costume, which implies that the BROUGHT IT WITH HIM. I love him.

Wait are Oscar and Ellen still married?? What the fuck??

Ok so is Miguel taking the place of Liam? I think that would make sense

He didn’t say cornbread knows my sins 🥲

Nora is so pretty 😩

They really glossed over his sexuality crisis like… so much

I KNEW IT about Miguel

Awh the horses’ tails are braided at the polo match

HE DIDN’T HOLD HIS HAND IN PARIS!!!! I legit gasped out loud

“I’m learning” BABYYYYY I love him so much

Oh my fucking god if Miguel sells out Alex and Henry at the DNC istg

I am in love with zahra

HE’S READING ONE LAST STOP

I relate to Alex because I, too, am a bi mess who is in love with Henry

Ope Henry has one of those fancy flip phone thingies

Why does everybody in this have Samsungs this is iPhone-phobic

Wow the royal gardens are so pretty

The I love you isn’t a big deal???

The V&A happening before they make up- I was not expecting that

Oh I LOVE them walking around the statue, they’re literally circling each other, it just looks so cool

And I was so excited by the rest of the movie that for a minute I lived in a world where the emails weren’t leaked

Oh FUCK Miguel

A WEEK?? It’s been a WEEK and they haven’t seen each other??? Oh poor babies

1:36:22 zahra is LITERALLY looking into the camera like it’s the office she is DONE with his pining

“I’ll break the sound barrier for you” ALEX. SIR.

“Homaseczual” what the fuck

Tearing up. The fucking crowd. The flags. DONT TELL ME THE ODDS.

Ok I’m sorry but WHEN would Henry have learned how to ride a bike. Like who would have taught him. I am a Henry can’t ride a bike truther.

I DIDNT EVEN NOTICE THE CASEY MCQUISTON CAMEO!! I literally saw their name on the credits and had to go back and look for them

The credits song slaps so hard??? I’m literally crying

in conclusion: overall, 9/10. You’re always gonna be disappointed when you read the book first, but it was a really good movie on its own!! I’m mostly upset about how much Alex’s family dynamic was changed, but other than that it was such a fun movie with really great acting, and I loved it! Zahra is literally my babygirl (and so is henry honestly). Would recommend!!!

#It’s the public acceptance of queer people for me #That one scene in heartstopper with the pride flags in Paris GOT ME #And it’s the same with the crowd in this #rwrb movie #red white and royal blue #taylor zakhar perez #Fuck what’s the other guys name #nicholas galitzine #hah got it #rwrb

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Oh boy, Sonic the Hedgehog Annual 2022 is out and it’s absolutely amazing so I guess it’s time for me to share my thoughts on it and gush about every story. Here we go! Spoilers below!

Guardians

Starting off with a Blaze story! I absolutely love how the Annuals give some time for some supporting characters to shine without hurting the story too much. And speaking of supporting characters who need a chance to shine MARINE IS BAAAACK!

Okay, full disclosure, I have never actually played Sonic Rush Adventure, hell I haven’t so much as watched the cutscenes. So the extent of my knowledge about Marine is from her appearances in the Archie comics, and SonicSong182′s use of her. So, I don’t know why people don’t like Marine, but I love her and am so glad Blaze’s very own Tails has finally made another appearance!

But of course the real meat of the story comes from a character interaction I had somehow never thought of!

It only makes sense that Blaze would go to Knuckles about her worries with being a guardian, the two don’t know each other well but they share the same role. It’s a very nice little talk that shows Blaze’s character growth with actually taking Knuckles’ advice because she WANTS to be around everyone again. Also love how Knuckles acknowledges that leaving Angel Island to help save the world is always a gamble because I think everyone was getting fed up of him leaving it behind so often lol

I also just love the implication that Blaze invited Marine to join her on her little vacation. Understandable that she’d wanna stay behind but I hope we get to see more of her again. SPECIFICALLY because I want her to meet Silver and finally form that fantasy team.

And hey I guess this means Blaze is gonna be sticking around the main crew awhile! GOOD! I love Blaze, she’s a wonderful character and I’m so glad Ian found a natural way to put her back into the story again without having to jump to constant dimensional stakes.

Uh... This would be the point where I jump to the next story but I just gotta take a moment to absolutely GUSH about Adam Bryce Thomas and Joana Lafuente’s artwork!

LIKE LOOK AT ALL THIS! IT’S SO FUCKING PRETTY!!!

Also some appreciation for how fucking cute Blaze is when she smiles we love a girl who’s learned it’s okay to be happy

Weapons

ALRIGHT I’VE STALLED LONG ENOUGH YOU SEE MY NAME, YOU SEE MY PFP, YOU SEE THE COVER I CHOSE TO USE, IT’S TIME TO TALK ABOUT THE OMEGA STORY BABY!!! (oh yeah and Gemerl’s there too)

I kid I kid, I love Gemerl and couldn’t be happier that he’s been added to the main lineup of Sonic’s friends, really thought everyone forgot about him after Advence 3.

So hey, we finally get that sparring match Omega and Gemerl teased and OH

LOOK AT THEM GO!

We love a good fight that doubles as a moment for characters to get a better understanding of one another. That’s some good ass shonen shit right there.

I love how Omega really does see the potential in Gemerl, one who has gone toe to toe with Sonic and was pretty damn even with him, and offers him to join his side in actively destroying the Eggman Empire. But on the other end of the spectrum, yes Gemerl WAS built as a battle robot, but more importantly he was built as a successor to Emerl and was made to evolve. And he has greatly, gaining a genuine care for his new found family and perhaps even some form of emotion.

Now, I wanna talk about this panel right after.

So, Omega and Gemerl don’t have... Eyes or a mouth, so they can’t really convey any emotion with their face. But I’ve been known to read far too deep into Omega as a character, and something about the way he looks here is getting me to think he is genuinly taken aback about Gemerl’s statement.

First of all there is his face, which again, can convey no emotion, but he does have the head piece which can be angled to look like eyebrows. Often he’s seen at such an angle that he looks angry or threatening, but here it makes him look kinda wide eyed.

The second most damning piece of evidence is the fact that he is not on guard. At all. Omega is a robot built for destruction, who loves to fight, and is currently in a sparring match. But he is standing with his arms at his side staring at his oppent. He gets on guard in the very next panel but that’s awfully slow to him.

My two cents? Well, I think Omega takes a bit of what Gemerl says to heart, because, aside from breaking off Eggman’s ranks, Omega HASN’T evolved. He is still destructive, he will still destroy anyone who gets in his way, and he still may have some aggression towards Sonic. By all accounts, he is still Eggman’s creation. Now if Team Dark were friends like they’re supposed to be I could bring that up but Sega sucks now so--

Do I think this’ll lead anywhere? Probably not, and I’m likely reading too much into this, but I can always pretend that Omega is more of a character than he actually is, can’t I?

Anyway, I love how these two just beat the ever litting bolts out of each other and then carried each other back to Tails and Belle.

And at long last, we got some brobots in the house.

(Hey guys, your little sister, Belle, is also over there... Wanna include her...?) I’m constantly in need of Omega being Belle’s big brother I don’t care how OOC it would be.

Hero Camp

In all honesty I don’t have too much to say about this one, it’s cute, it’s fun, I find it funny that Cream feels the need to go to a camp to learn to be a hero after all the shit she’s been through.

Also this panel

I don’t know why but I love it. For some reason I cannot hear Cream’s usual voice reading this, I think it’s just cause it’s not quite as nice as she usually is which you know what good for her.

Also LOVE the fact that the Restoration HQ has all this shit lmao

Anyway, Cream’s fun, Orbot and Cubot are funny, this was a nice little story. That’s all.

Future Growth

Oh you thought we were only getting an excuse for Blaze to stick around? THINK AGAIN!

Looks like Silver’s here to stay! Which I’m very glad about, time starts getting fuckity if he always comes back when his time is in crisis. It just makes no sense.

But at long last, we get some Rivals 2 acknowledgement

Good choice of character to talk to Silver, writers. I’m proud of you.

Anyway I love the line of “Everything’s okay, but I’m not.” Silver’s always been an anxious mess, and it makes sense that he would feel like he’s doing something wrong if he doesn’t have something to save. Not to mention, with so much time spent with everyone in the past, he’s made some lasting friendships that he can’t have in his own time. I guess this means Silver will be sticking around, because he wants to. Which is nice.

Also this

Anyone with this little ship must be very happy.

Another Grand Adventure For Jet the Hawk

First off, Jet’s room.

Oh good lord there’s so much to point out here. I think my favorite part is the picture of him and Sonic with Sonic’s half very poorly torn off. Also happy birthday Jet!

But enough about Jet cause we’ve got WHISPER CONTENT!

I’ve missed her. Please come back to us soon Whisper (i know she’ll be in an upcoming issue with Surge it’s just nice to see her here).

And now we’ve got Whisper, on Extreme Gear, shooting a badnik from it, and with her oh so rare moment of yelling because Jet is just THAT annoying.

This story is very fucking good I highly enjoyed it.

Also love how she never got Jet out of the badnik’s hand that’s pretty fucking funny, like is he gonna be okay?

A Rough Patch

Been too long since we’ve seen this idiotic duo, and I love how they have a big break up over rhyming. Rough and Tumble are so fucking good.

This grouping is so odd I love it. Someone really realized Rouge and Tangle sounded similar to Rough and Tumblr and decided to roll with that and I respect them for that.

These two are so fucking dumb I love them

They are lucky they’re so strong because I don’t think they’d get anywhere in life without that fact.

Anyone stealing Rough and Tumble’s rhyming gimmick is like when Ash and his friends would steal the Team Rocket motto it’s so much fun.

However I am legitimately upset that Tumble didn’t cap off the joke by mentioning that “mangled” and “Tangle” is a slant rhyme like come on it was right there!

And hey! Rouge has a Chaos Emerald now!

I wonder if I should be keeping track of that. I’m pretty sure this is the first one we’ve seen since they were used at the end of the Metal Virus, but I could be wrong.

Conclusion

I want more. Honestly 2023 Annual cannot come sooner. I love these things so much, the differing art styles, the weird character matchups, the chance for less important characters to get a story to shine. It’s all so much fun!

Overall I don’t think it’s quite as good at the 2020 Annual, but that was telling tales in between all the Metal Virus chaos so it’s kinda hard to beat.

Also I just realized Shadow was absolutely no where to be seen in this, I don’t think he’s made an appearance since issue 36 in fact. We’re coming up on a year and a half since Shadow has been in the comics, it looks like Ian is really keeping his word with not writing Shadow stories if Sega is gonna be so awful about his characterization, and frankly good for him! I would rather not have Shadow in the comic then have the awful version of him Sega has forced upon the writers.

But this one had all the fun, goofy, character driven antics I so crave and even gave us Silver and Blaze has longer staying characters and the status of one of the Chaos Emeralds (if we’re keeping track).

And most importantly, OMEGA GOT A STORY 10/10

No seriously, I loved this, it’s not perfect, I probably won’t remember the Cream story by the end of the moneht, but it was fucking great to read overall.

9/10

#Sonic the hedgehog #sonic idw #sonic the hedgehog 2022 annual #blaze the cat #marine the raccoon #knuckles the echidna #e-123 omega #gemerl #cream the rabbit #orbot #cubot #orbot and cubot #silver the hedgehog #espio the chameleon #jet the hawk #whisper the wolf #rough and tumble #rouge the bat #tangle the lemur

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the-al-chemist · 1 year

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Hiii! How are you? For the unusual fic ask:

BTS for the last chapter of learning to fly, perhaps?

Hi there lovely! 💛 I’m doing really well, thank you! I hope things are well with you 🥰

Onto your ask: BEHIND THE SCENES OF LANDING (LtF C7) - cut below for spoilers

Unusual writer’s asks game is here!

“Enter!”

Charlie pushed open the wooden door of Magda’s office and walked in, Dragon at his heels. Magda was scribbling furiously on a sheet of parchment and didn’t even look up as Charlie walked over to her desk and sat down opposite her.

Magda is my favourite of my minor characters. She is loosely based on a lady I worked for as a waitress in my teens. She terrified me, but she got shit done. We should all aspire to be a little bit more Magda from time to time.

“I’m surprised you even agreed to it, to be honest.”

“I am surprised, also. But your friend, the one who is helping to set up these challenges, she is very persuasive. And I think she cares about the dragons, also.”

“She is, and she does.”

“I liked her much more than I expected to.”

Charlie laughed gently. He knew all about that.

“She’s got a way of doing that,” he said, and Magda’s eyebrows shot upwards.

“You should say something to her, Charlie,” she told him, her voice stern.

All my HP stories exist in a continuum with canon stories and each other. This means that there are lots of references to events from other stories in them. This originally reference Y4 of the HP books, and now the Wilderness Years references this scene (or leads into it, I should say). People who speak Romanian or decided to go and translate Magda’s words to Charlie that Artemis didn’t understand (there were a lot of them, actually - yourself included!) will already know that Charlie knows that Magda knows that he knows about his feelings for Artemis. I think the only person in this situation who doesn’t know anything is Artemis, which is ironic considering that she is the Legilimens.

Maybe if things were different she would feel the same way about me as I do about her. If we’d met at a different time or… I don’t know.”

“In another life, maybe.”

“Maybe. But as it is, she sees me as a brother or a best friend. I’m not going to take either of those things away from her. I can’t do that to her.”

Aye, there’s the rub. This is the moment this whole story built towards, not Charlie’s realisation, but this. Learning To Fly was written as a canon retelling of the Rockstar AU, where in another life, where things are different, Artemis does feel the same way about Charlie as he does for her, but in this life he no longer harbours romantic feelings in return. In both universes, one has made the decision to keep their feelings a secret for the benefit of the other and for their friendship. Which I, being the sad Brit I am, really love. The line about the best friend and the brother broke my heart in the best possible way.

The door to Magda’s office flew open, and Dragon the Crup began to bark loudly at the newcomer: Nikolai, one of the newest dragonologists on the reserve, only eighteen years old and barely six months out of school.

Back to dragonology, here comes Nikolai, whose name matters less than the fact that he has come to act as a foil to Charlie and show you as a reader how far Charlie has come since the start of the story, when he was in Nikolai’s position.

“Incendio,” he whispered, setting one half of the nest alight. He stamped out the flames, and crouched down to move the three hatchlings onto the warm embers. “Here you go, look. Nice and toasty. Just stay there a minute.”

He turned his attention back to the fourth egg, picking it up and finding the weak point where the hole had appeared at the apex. Hoping that it wasn’t too late, he prised open the shell, freeing the lifeless baby dragon inside. He placed the tip of his index finger under the hatchling’s tail.

It had a pulse.

He opened the baby dragon’s mouth, and saw that it was filled with fluid. No longer caring about his own dignity, he placed his lips to the hatchling’s face and sucked the fluid away, clearing its airways so that it could breathe. He placed it next to its siblings on the embers, where it began to stir, stimulated by the movement of the others in the clutch. Charlie smiled. They were alive. All four of them were alive.

All the dragon husbandry, anatomy, physiology and behaviour is based on that of real life animals, particularly birds, reptiles, and wolves. In this situation, warmth and clearing airways is exactly what’s needed for neonates. The emphasis on keeping the dragons warm is based on my own headcanon that dragons are cold-blooded like other reptiles, and that the fire they breath is actually used to keep them warm internally, not just for defence/attack. This young, the dragonlings wouldn’t have developed the anatomy to produce their own fire and need an external heat source to warm their own bodies.

But the flames never came. Instead of burning him alive, the dragon merely snorted. Charlie frowned, and the dragon snorted again. He opened his eyes and looked at her.

“Norbert?”

You wouldn’t believe the number of times I got comments from people whilst publishing the story to say “you do know this dragon is female, right?”. Yes, I do know that, actually. But Charlie doesn’t, not yet, anyway. And there is a reason for that.

This is why Norbert(a)’s true self wasn’t revealed yet - this unexpected reunion. Also, I love the idea that Charlie has become so capable and knowledgable, but even he made the basic error of not checking whether the dragon was actually male or not. It happens a lot in real life (you’d be surprised).

Before he flew back home, he turned back to take one last look at the small family of dragons, huddled together in the cave.

“Goodbye, Norberta,” said Charlie.

And this time, he meant it.

I could have gone for some big flowery description of scenery or feelings or morality, but I didn’t. This story and the characters in it don’t suit that. This is a simple story of finding and making your way in life. Charlie and Norberta have helped each other to do that, and now the part of their journey that they have shared is over. It’s time for them both to go home. The end.

*the above gif isn’t mine, I found it on google! If anyone knows it’s theirs, let me know so I can credit you!*

#al speaks #writing asks #learning to fly #BTS #directors cut #harry potter fanfiction #charlie weasley #norbert #norberta

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ericmhe · 2 years

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Godzilla Series Rewatch

#8: Son of Godzilla

Two ‘Island Adventures’ in a row. Really gives the impression any random island might just have a Godzilla on it. Or at least weird things like human-sized praying mantises. It’s almost a shame our modern world’s almost done away with new things to explore so stories like this don’t work. Mind you there are still some things like the big cave system found some years back or that forest-containing sinkhole in China recently, but mostly the world feels possibly a little too tamed these days.

It’s a real shame that the Godzilla suit for this movie is so ugly along with Minilla/Minya - never did think he looked much like a young Godzilla even. I really like the big puppets(?) for Kamacuras and Kumonga. Sure the spider spends a lot of leg movement to no real result in a few spots, but that’s clearly a lot to keep track of. The giant spider leg is a fun prop too, and helps make the monster a much more personal threat than most of the giant monsters. It’s still a big crowded creature romp but it could have been better with some better design work on the Godzilla side of things.

Though, older now and having learned a lot more about Godzilla it is interesting to see that they kept the baby smooth-skinned as he’s avoided the radiation scarring on the adult Godzilla. Also now it’s really jarring some of the things I just never thought about - like the island orphan woman just throwing these big fruit what seems to be at least a hundred feet in a straight line. ‘Designated main character’ hits pretty hard as the reporter and her end up doing a lot. At least she makes some sense as she would know the island best.

They do give the male lead stuff to do but in a movie this old it’s strange to see the competence balance favor the female lead for a while. It’s not exactly odd now sure, but late 1960′s? Not so common then.

The degree of weather control is one of those things that can take me out of the movie but the monster story is the most in depth so far. Minilla training and standing up to fight the last Kamacuras, rightly freaking out at Kumonga’s entrance and very nearly never getting put on the census as he’s almost turned into spider food. Then the back and forth when Godzilla shows up to help and Minilla freaks out, desperate to help when the fight isn’t going Godzilla’s way for a while. It’s just one of the better examples for the idea we might be able to get away with purely monster-driven stories for at least some shorter entries.

On a final note, Godzilla’s pretty physical as a parent huh? Tail stomping, tail dragging, shoving, threatening to hit. Maybe I’m a little overly observant here since mom worked in Child Protective Services until she retired, but it seems to me they would probably have to change Godzilla’s parenting style some in any return to the premise. ...now I’m thinking about one of those “We don’t like to tell our child ‘no’ and prefer softer words” parents and their uncontrolled brat getting the atomic breath treatment... If only, eh?

#Son of Godzilla #Kaijune #kaijune2022

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Story: 4 out of 5 Smut: 0 out 5

Loving Whiskey has a little bit of everything! The story follows Willow/Whiskey, a girl unlucky in love, who meets Mr. Colton Royce and its love at first sight.

Colt Royce is one hell of a charmer and knows exactly who and what he wants. And gets it.

Those who love fast-paced relationships will fall in love with Whiskey and Colt. There’s lots of humor, a bit of drama, a few tendrils of steam, and a dash of angst. This was such a fun read and I adored it very much.

Now normally, I’m not a fan of so many characters being introduced, but Whiskey’s girls and the Panty Droppers, and Noni and her cronies was excellent. I loved the drama of so many relationships (and am definitely hoping to see these couples in future books) and the craziness of the older generation.

As I mentioned before, this really was a fun read.

Now here are my rambling thoughts...

* Wow. Willow’s brother-in-law is a douchebag.

* Yeah. I would murder my best friend if they tried setting me up with the creepy cousin too lol.

* Okay, so I know Beck isn’t the main male lead here, but I want him. Please? But all jokes aside, I need to know what went on between him and Mila.

* And Levi too? Oh my god. This bar has staffed hot men. And this one has a thing with Luna? Do I sense future books?

* Oh, colt. You did not just “darlin’” Whiskey. If I’m swooning, she’s definitely swooning.

* Tails and Halo are a riot haha.

* Colt is really bold. How is Whiskey not in a puddle right now 😂

* Cho-cha loca = crazy pussy 😂 lmfao. You learn something new every day.

* What is it with everyone cockblocking them 😒

* Oh god. Noni and her cronies went to scope out Whiskey 😂

* Aww man. Things were going so good with Colt and Whiskey. I don’t like the hurt feelings.

* These old ladies are insane.

* What the fuck is Vet doing at the Punch Bar..?

* Oh man. I love the guys knocking Curtis down a few pegs. Fuck that guy.

* Lmao. The girls showed the old ladies Fifty Shades of Grey 😂

* But fuck, man. This Curtis dude needs his ass kicked.

* Lmao. Mila put Colt’s ex in her place.

* And what the fuck, Beck?! You need to chill, dude.

* Oh. Poor, Sofia.

* Lmfao. Everyone’s ex’s just coming in for some drama.

* Thank god for Luca. Fuck Curtis! He deserved that.

* Aww. Luna and Levi… it can’t end like this for them.

* “I love you, Willow Mae Lawson. I knew I wanted you the moment you ran into me on my first day. You were immediately embedded in my every thought. Everything about you lights me up. Marry me baby.”

#martini girl bar series #loving whiskey #gracie cooper #booktok book review #book review #willow lawson #whiskey #colton royce #romance

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January 20, 2024

Pet Sematary (1989)

After tragedy strikes, a grieving father discovers an ancient burial ground behind his home with the power to raise the dead.

JayBell: What's the message of this movie? Watch. Your. Kids. I get being a parent is hard and they're wriggly and you can't keep your eyes on them all the time. But seriously? This kid is running off like he's escaping prison and the dogs are on his tail. I know it's sad and a tragedy, but that moment that the dad trips and falls right before the road while the kid is happily running into the road made me laugh.

Let's talk about the road and the trucks real quick. Was the road cursed or something and I missed it? Cause these huge trucks are going 100 mph down this residential road and when anything goes in front of them they just run it down. Cat? Little boy? Who cares, run it over, no stopping! They even honk their horn but refuse to put on the brakes or swerve. It almost feels like the truck drivers are bewitched.

And what's with the lady with the stomach pain? She kills herself because she's in so much pain, despite living next to a doctor who was willing to see her? Make it make sense. And her death has no impact on the plot, so why is it in the movie?

Okay all this makes it seem like I don't like the movie, but I do. Mostly. The story is unique (although predictable), a bit creepy (although it becomes more silly at times), and also sad in a powerful way. It just has a lot of plot holes. For example, if the old man has such a bad experience with this power of raising the dead, why is he so gung ho about showing his new neighbor how to do it?

In the end, I have mixed feelings about this Stephen King adaptation. But I had a good time, even if the cat didn't have as big of a part as I wanted it to.

Rating: 5.5/10 cats 🐈

Anzie: I honestly thought this movie was all about demon cats and stuff but I was soo wrong. And I had honestly no clue. So when I found out it was really about a demon zombie baby, I got insane whiplash. First off- I could tell just by the seen where the family pulls up- they’re idiots. That’s the vibe. And the neighbor. Just sayin. Weeeiiiird. And to mention the path??? And just say oh that- later after you’ve moved in and your soul is claimed by Satan I’ll tell you then. And then he does - with the kids in tow??? Speaking of kids the girl is a total annoying brat and the other one they don’t watch AT ALL. Annyyyways like I said I thought the cat was gonna be it so when the big dealio happens I was shocked. And I know I can’t fathom the grief- but uhhh you already have a zombie Satan cat- now you want a zombie baby?? Okkk. And just to touch on the zombie thing—— he’s been warned the ground was sour?? Which weird way of saying it’s zombie making dirt but whatever. And he already had the cat??? But anyway- I was kinda confused bc is it only the special dirt way up on the rocks or the one first at the path but honestly whatever. Nowwww zombie baby time. This is so terrifying, hilarious, and sad. My ankles are seizing up as I type bc I’m traumatized- his little creepy voice and laugh is soo insane and funny. And his little suit and shoes. Anyway the ends so sad when the dad has to pull a monkey shines on the kid. But doesss he learn no. And I guess like Jaybell said about him being arguably one of the hotter Stephen King characters, even tho he’s a doctor- all his common sense got traded for his dreamboat status. (I know that doesn’t really work in book/casting but in my brain that’s what I filing this under bc he can’t be that dumb, right?) to do it not once- not twice- but threeeeeee times. Anyway the ghost of the one guy in is short shorts is insane - it’s all insane. Not as many demon animals as expected, but still pretty solid, and maybe that’s a good thing( bcccc I could not handle that rat (Ben is that you). Ok I’ve officially lost it.

Rating: 5/10 Demon Cats 🐈‍⬛

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Out of Darkness ~ Chapter 19

Out of Darkness

Chapter 19

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Story Rating: Explicit, 18+ only Warnings: Non-con, kidnapping, explicit sexual content, dubious consent, loss of virginity, pregnancy, violence, references to cannabalism, references to prostitution. child birth, loss. Relationships: Curtis Everett/Reader Characters: Curtis Everett, Reader

Summary: The story assumes you’ve seen the movie. Curtis kept his arm and survived the crash as did other passengers from the front and tail. The reader is a worker in the greenhouse car and her luck goes from bad to worse when she tries to help other passengers, only to be captured by a gang of young, pillaging tail section men. When they take her to the man they consider their leader, did her situation get better - or much worse?

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It wasn’t long after Tanya had been born that they learned Kat was pregnant. The father was Leo who’d betrayed your group and died in that final battle. Assuring her that you and Curtis would be just fine, you suggested Kat move in with Rachel and David. The couple treated her as if she was one of their own anyway and always had.

But there was little news over the winter of how that pregnancy progressed.

It was a lean winter. Curtis, Park, Grey, and Harvey led the able-bodied men out each day to hunt to keep everyone fed. In the evenings, Park worked on a greenhouse with Yona and Jacob’s help. You asked often when it would be ready.

“Soon,” Curtis always said. Then he’d distract you for hours in your bed at night.

So you kept the house and cared for your daughter. You made plans for planting just in case conditions were favorable.

You enjoyed the luxury of having a home with Curtis, of being able to make love with him at night. He also got up with you at night to take care of Tanya, to bring her to you to nurse. As worried as he’d been about being a father, the role suited him. There were times when, if he didn’t have to put your daughter down to do something, he wouldn’t. The baby seemed to light up his entire world. And you both loved Timmy too who called her his baby sister.

By the end of March, according to the calendars you, David and Rachel made while you were still pregnant, you noticed that it was warmer than usual. The snow was slowly melting to reveal dead brown grass a couple of weeks ago. When you wrapped up little Tanya and ventured just outside your house, you immediately spotted a small patch of new green grass and your heart quickened.

Just maybe the seasons were getting back into their rhythm.

When you heard your name called, you glanced up to see Grace walking along the road. Waving to your friend, you motioned her over. Her gaze was immediately riveted to your daughter.

“She’s the spitting image of Curtis,” she said with a smile.

You nodded. That was true. “She’s crawling now,” you explained. “Before long, she’ll be climbing too. If she really is like her father, I’m in trouble.”

Sharing a laugh with you, she nodded.

“We’ll have another one soon,” you said, meaning Kat.

But there was a note of sadness on her face. “I heard.”

What else could you say? Saying you were happy for her sounded wrong because Leo had betrayed the lot of you, and he was dead now. Saying anything negative didn’t feel right either. And anyone speaking out against Kat would have to deal with Rachel and David.

It sounded like Grace was very happy with Grey and you knew just how happy Curtis was to have him back. When she asked if you wanted to bring Tanya to have lunch one day, you were delighted to accept.

You chatted until Tanya got fussy. Carrying her back into the house, you made a mental note to go visit Rachel soon and see how things were going for Kat.

One day in April, David was at your door. You were happy to see him, but you knew him well enough to know something was wrong from the look on his face. When you motioned him in, David stopped just inside the door, wringing his hands.

“David, is everything alright?” you had to ask.

“Rachel sent me. She needs your help,” she said. “Kat’s gone into labor.”

And she was alone. You nodded. “I can take Tanya to Yona and Jacob.”

They’d offered before.

It brought a small measure of relief to your friend’s face. “Thank you. Just come over as soon as you can. We really appreciate it.”

Thinking maybe you could learn from Rachel what to do in childbirth, you left a note for Curtis. You fed Tanya and delivered her to Yona and Jacob who were more than happy to help out.

You noticed the rest of the snow was gone as you walked to Rachel’s house. There was more green gas. A couple of small clover. It was a small bit of hope.

When you arrived at Rachel’s house, the scene was grim. You felt it the moment David let you in. He showed you to the bedroom where Rachel looked to have everything ready.

Kat looked so small in the center of that bed, weak with dark circles beneath her eyes. Her middle was huge with the baby, but the rest of her looked withered away. Had Kat just not taken care of herself? You knew from experience how persuasive Rachel was in getting someone to eat when she felt they needed it.

The anxiety in Rachel’s face had you trying to steel yourself. Taking a seat next to Kat, you took her hand in yours.

“It’s time, huh?” you asked, hoping to make her smile.

Kat did, giving your hand a small squeeze. “It’s time. It seems like it took forever. And it seems like it went by so fast.”

“How are you feeling?”

“I’m tired,” she admitted. “I’m so tired. I’m just so ready for my baby to be here.”

At the look of pleading on Rachel’s face, you nodded. “I understand that. Rachel’s going to take such good care of you. And I’m here to help.”

“Thank you,” Kat told you. “She didn’t want to trouble you since you have a baby of your own. But Yona is so young and Grace?”

What about Grace?

“It just didn’t seem right to ask her,” she whispered.

You shook her head. You didn’t understand.

“When they took us on the train,” Kat explained, “they made us work. A lot. Funny thing is, I never got pregnant before. Not even with all the…”

It was uncomfortable the way she trailed off there. You knew she was referring to being forced into prostitution back on the train.

“Grace got knocked up after only a few weeks when they took her,” Kat explained. “Unexpected pregnancies weren’t allowed where we were concerned so…”

The way she said that filled you with dread. You really hoped she didn’t mean what you thought she meant.

“Did they make her get rid of it?” you asked quietly.

Kat’s expression sobered. “They did more than that. They made sure it wouldn’t happen again.”

Your heart sank considering those words. Grace couldn’t have children because of what they’d done? That was cruel. No wonder she’d reacted as she had when you told her Kat was expecting.

“At least she has someone,” Kat managed before a contraction gripped her.

Like Kat, you were very grateful Grace had Grey. But Kat was alone with just you and Rachel.

“Looks like we’ve moving along,” Rachel said, trying to pull off a cheerful demeanor but not quite hitting that note.

Putting on a brave face, you helped Rachel and did whatever she asked. You ended up staying by Kat’s side through what ended up being a long, horrible labor. Unless you just happened to have a higher threshold for pain – you doubted it – something was wrong. Kat was in horrible pain and so weak.

Curtis walked in not long after the sun went down, his gaze meeting yours. “Go feed Tanya,” he told you. “I’ll take over.”

Well, you did need to feed your daughter. But you didn’t intend to leave Kat for long. “I’ll be back,” you told them both meaningfully.

When you made it back to Rachel’s house, you found Rachel crying on the couch in the living room, holding a baby in her arms while Curtis and David talked quietly. Park came up into the house behind you.

“What happened?” you asked even though you were pretty sure you knew the answer to that.

“We lost her,” Rachel managed tearfully. “Now we have to decide to do with this little boy.”

Your heart broke in your chest. The boy had just arrived in the world and both his parents were gone.

When everyone’s gaze went to you, you sank down on the couch next to Rachel.

“We can take him,” Curtis said with no hesitancy. “He’ll need to eat and she’s the only one who can feed him.”

You were still nursing. It was true. But when Grey walked in after Park, his dark eyes taking in the scene, you had an idea.

“I’m glad to feed him,” you told them. “I’ll do whatever I can to help. But maybe we should ask someone else if they’d like to give him a home.”

The sheer intensity on Grey’s face as his gaze found that newborn baby made you think you were on the right track. Curtis followed the line of your gaze.

“I’m just saying,” you said carefully, “What if Grace and Grey wanted to…?”

Grey’s gaze darted to you, and he nodded. Encouraged by that you went on.

“We could make it work. We have plenty of room. Grace and Grey could move in with us for a time,” you said slowly. “I’d be able to feed him until he’s ready for solid food. And I could use the help with Tanya because we just might be able to plant some gardens in the next few weeks.”

“Go get Grace,” Curtis told Grey.

And he was off. Rachel handed the small boy to you, getting you settled there to feed him. He was beautiful and eager to nurse, almost asleep when Grace came back with Grey. Her eyes scanned the room. Tears gathered in her eyes.

“Kat?”

Rachel shook her head, still blinking back tears of her own.

Grey urged her to sit next to you, her eyes never leaving the baby you held. Curtis moved closer.

“The boy will need parents,” Curtis said carefully. “We were thinking maybe you and Grey would want to raise him.”

The loving gaze that passed between the couple before her gaze returned to the child you held made you sigh.

“I can’t… “Tears were choking Grace’s words. “I can’t feed him.”

“We can help each other,” you told her as the baby nursed, his eyelids getting heavier. “It looks like we might actually get a spring and there are gardens to be planted. I’m going to need as much time to do that as I can get. So I can feed him if you’d be willing to help me with Tanya.”

The hope in her eyes had emotion threatening to break you. In a good way.

“You could live with us until he’s ready,” you explained. “By the time the harvest is all done, he’ll be weaned. You can go home... A family.”

“Grey,” she pleaded. “Can we?”

His gaze didn’t leave the child. He nodded.

Swiping at her tears with her fingers, she just nodded. “We’d love that. We’d be glad to raise him and help… Are you sure?”

“Wouldn’t have asked if we weren’t,” Curtis muttered. But his blue eyes were on you, with so much emotion.

When the little boy was asleep, you handed him to Grace and situated yourself, showing her how to hold him. His new parents gazed at him like he was the most value thing that ever existed in the world. You just let the tears come. You were happy for them

“He’ll need a name,” you told them, smiling.

They communicated so well even though Grey couldn’t speak. The love there so strong it almost felt like an intrusion to be there in that moment.

“Elijah,” she whispered.

Grey leaned forward to brush a kiss on the baby’s head.

“That’s perfect,” Curtis whispered.

When Park pulled out a handkerchief and blew his nose loudly, you had to laugh with Curtis and David. The huge man who made your lives better with every breath he took was crying every bit as much as you were. Shaking his head at all of you, he clapped a hand on Grey’s shoulder.

“Let’s go get some things for you two and get them to Curtis’s house, okay?” To Curtis he said, “Then I’ll help you with…”

None of you needed a reminder that there would also be a funeral in the next couple of days.

Layers of tears that night. Curtis led you home where Yona, Timmy, and Jacob were already waiting with your daughter. With Grace and Grey, you all talked about everything. You planned Kat’s funeral and you talked about the new family.

“I’m an uncle,” Jacob announced at one point, smiling at his sister. “And it’s a good thing. Who would’ve thought I’d ever be able to say that?”

Grace was glowing. There was no other word for it. Grey never left her side. Timmy was happy there would be another boy around. After a while, he fell asleep by the fire. Curtis picked him up and put him to bed.

Finally, it was late into the night. Yona and Jacob went home, and you got your guests settled. The timing worked out so that you fed your daughter and little Elijah before finally climbing into bed with Curtis.

The first thing he did was hand you a cup of water. You shook your head. “I’ll have to pee all night.”

“If you do this,” he warned, “you’ll need to eat more. Drink a lot of water.”

You knew, nodded. “You don’t like the weight I lost after the birth.”

Oh, the side-eye that earned you. He wasn’t denying it.

“You know what I’m saying,” he told you, making you look him in the eye.

“I will, Curtis. I promise.”

His lips claimed yours, his kiss nearly wiping your mind clear of such an emotion-filled day. His lips danced against yours, the softness of his beard against your face. Hot kisses chained down your neck as your heart raced and he rolled you under him. His hands yanked up the hem of the nightgown you wore, hauling it up your body with an impatience that you hadn’t had from him in a while.

Curtis mostly left your breasts alone these days when you were intimate. They had quite a bit of his attention many other times. Tonight? You held still for him as his hands slid up to carefully cover them, massage them.

Your eyes slid closed. Damn, you’d missed that.

His lips were the softest press on one of them. More tender kisses traced along the curve of it, and you just sighed in delight. He was infinitely careful, moving closer to the center. The wet warmth of his lips felt good when they closed around your nipple. Soft lashes of his tongue felt even better, had you moving restlessly under him.

“This okay?” he whispered around that tight little peak.

You hummed in contentment, sliding your fingers through his hair. You had no complaints. Months of nursing toughened up your nipples. You could handle it. You wanted it.

Wrapping your thighs around his, you moved with him, needing friction as he lovingly teased your breasts. He felt wonderful pressing into your tummy, grinding into you with an eagerness he hadn’t used in a while.

When his lips found the other breast, you squezed him. You loved his weight, his heat. You rolled your hips beneath him, wanting to get to the part where he filled you.

Curtis had other ideas. The careful pull at your nipple had you gasping. And you felt it down where you were empty and aching. Normally, Curtis was quick to move away as if drinking from you as he lightly did now was taboo. But he stayed there, gentling tugging at that nipple.

It was a whole other experience when he did it. You were grinding up into him rhythmically. Currents of lust coursed through you as your fingers clutched his hair. You were trying but not really succeeding at being quiet.

Lifting his head, he smirked at you. His blue eyes were lit up with unholy fire. “Someone’s eager.”

You pushed his head down and he let you. He grabbed your panties, sliding them down as he went. Curtis dropped heated kisses down your tummy, over your thighs. When he laced more kisses up the insides of your thighs, layered with light nips of his teeth, you swore the room spun. When you felt his breath pelting that aching space, your heart raced.

Hooking one of your knees over his shoulder, Curtis dove in and made you fight to be quiet. Your hands clutched at his hair, his shoulders. You twisted on the bed in the best torment as he teased your clit with his tongue, teasing your pussy relentlessly until you came raw and fast.

You were left wrung out and panting on the bed. Curtis rose above you, stripping off the pants that were the only thing he was wearing. Taking himself in hand, he didn’t give you time to recover. Roughly, he rolled you onto your stomach, hauling your hips up off the bed. Before you could even think of moving, his hand covered your head and held you there.

Curtis felt so good pushing his way into you from behind. With haste, he split you open, and he wasn’t delicate about it. He slid home inside you, grinding there for a moment. With one hand gripping your hip to pull you back onto his cock and the other clutching your shoulder, he started fucking you in a way he hadn’t wince your first weeks together.

You loved it. You loved the way he manhandled you. The way he needed you. His strokes were firm and gaining speed, his hips hitting your ass hard with each circuit. Your hands dug into the bedding beneath you. All you could really do was hang on, begging him for more.

“You’re so wet,” he taunted you. “Your greedy little pussy was just waiting for this, wasn’t it?”

“Yes,” you sobbed. It was true. You cried out, you couldn’t help it, as he worked you. It wasn’t long before release was chasing you down. Your nipples were aching points, your thigh muscles clenching as you braced for release.

“I want you to come,” his whisper was heated. “Now.”

Within seconds, you shattered. You were struggling to breathe, the edges of your vision dark with flashing lights. You were aware Curtis was still moving inside you, barely slowing down as he chased his own end.

Now both of his hands held your hips in an iron grip, pulling your back on his cock with a fury. The breath left your lungs with each thrust, your nerve endings a riot of tingles as he pushed you back towards that wave he was riding. You didn’t think your body could manage it, but it really hadn’t been yours to control since you met him.

You went over the edge with him in seconds, Curtis’s raw shout behind you making you happy as he pulled free of you and came over your ass with heated wet ropes. You collapsed face down on the bed, your heart slamming in your chest. Every inch of you was quivering and blissed out.

Curtis used his pants to clean you off, stretching out next to you on the bed. You loved his breath in your hair, the warm strength of him pulling you back onto your side, in to be his little spoon. Pulling the covers over you both, Curtis snuggled into you.

You settled there in his arms, just enjoying the moment with him. It wasn’t lost on you how close you came so many times to never making it to this moment. You were grateful for the life you had with him. You always would be.

“Curtis?” you whispered.

“Hmmm?”

“Who’s Elijah?” you asked. You knew he must have been someone special.

Curtis pressed a kiss into your hair. “He was Grey’s father.”

“Really?”

“Grey was very little when we boarded the train. His mother and sister never made it.” Curtis carefully tightened his hold on you. “He was a good man. He died from an infection before Grey was ten years old.”

So many people lost. Grey’s family. Your family. Timmy’s mother. Yona’s father. Kat…

“I’m proud of you,” he whispered.

You shook your head. “Why? It was the right thing to do.”

“Yeah, it was,” he replied. “You made Grace and Grey very happy tonight. It meant a lot more that you made that choice when you were in the position to choose otherwise.”

You blew out an exhale. “He’s a beautiful baby. But Grace can’t have children of her own now… It might be the only chance she’ll have.”

“You’re also feeding him,” Curtis pointed out.

“If you were in my shoes, you’d do the same thing without question.” You had no doubt in your mind.

“Is this your way of telling me you don’t want more children?” His tone was teasing.

You smiled. “You know, considering that everything that happened when I carried Tanya? I’m not afraid to have more children. I think I’d like for her to have a brother or sister one day.”

Curtis got quiet. What was he thinking?

Turning in his arms, you gazed up into his face. You recognized that determined look on his face.

“What? You don’t want more children?”

“Oh, I do.” Curtis pressed a kiss to your cheek. “But you agreed to marry me, and I want to do that first.”

That had you grinning. The thought of having him be your husband did it every time.

“When?” His blue-eyed gaze locked with yours. He wasn’t in any way teasing now.

“I was thinking about that,” you told him. “I know with all we’ve been through you’d think I’d want to do it as soon as possible but… “

One dark brow rose. “But?”

“You’ve seen the land outside,” you told him. “The snow is gone. There’s green grass. It looks like we’ll be able to do that planting we’ve always talked about. Park and I are going to fill up that greenhouse too so if the plant doesn’t go well, we won’t be empty-handed.”

Tracing a finger over Curtis’s cheek, you smiled. “I was thinking I’d like to get married to celebrate the harvest,” you explained. “I know it will be a busy time because we’ll need to start canning and storing everything we’re lucky enough to grow. But…”

Slowly his mouth curved up into a smile. His eyes slid closed. “That is a good thought.”

“But?” You knew that tone.

“Back on the train, we learned fast not to hesitate because you might not get a second chance,” Curtis told you slowly. “Part of me is afraid to wait that long. Guess I just need to start thinking differently, don’t I?”

Leaning forward, you kissed his lips. “I will marry you. And it’s only a few months from now if you think about it.”

When his gaze was back on you, shadows of old pain were behind his eyes. “We’re off the train but life goes on. Things still happen. We lost Kat today.”

He was right. Your heart sank to think about the other young woman. She wouldn’t get to see her son grow. Your heart squeezed in your chest as you considered Curtis’s words.

“Let’s compromise then,” you said.

That had his interest. “Compromise?”

“We’ll be able to start planting soon,” you told him. “We’ll get married to celebrate the planting.”

It earned you that smile. Curtis squeezed you on that note, letting you feel the length of him at your thigh with renewed interest.

“I like that,” he told you, teasing the soft skin under your ear with his lips. “I like planting seeds.”

It took you a minute to get the innuendo. You grinned, but he kissed you senseless before you could say another thing.

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zackcrazyvalentine · 3 years

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I hope i'm not late for the screenshots thingy!

Here's who i got!

(i got lucky cause Epel and Idia are my faves LMAO)

And for the theme, maybe them reacting to MC cooking them meals from their world? Or maybe them visiting MC's world with them? You choose!

(romantic btw!)

LET'S GET THIS BREAD!!! I'm sorry it took some time to get out

I'll do a half and half~

Let's go!

~ Other Worldly ~

With: Epel Felmier, Idia Shroud, Vil Schoenheit, Jack Howl, and MC

Them reacting to MC cooking food from their world, and visiting MC's world

First off, let me start by saying that a good 3/4 of these characters are super picky(? with their food, Vil and Idia being the most critical (according to what Master Chef events tell us)

Hope you have some super cooking skills and/or premium ingredients at hand! ^^''

Some headcanons didn't come out too romantic orz

🍎 Epel Felmier 🧹

Foreign dishes

Epel noticed the peculiar cooking going on in Ramshackle after visiting one time

While he may be critical of ingredients and overall resulting taste, Felmier is curious to try new things (specially if it's in big portions, unlike Pomefiore's dinners)

He approaches MC shily, asking if he could have a taste of what they were eating at the time

"Sure, no problem! In fact, let me cook some for you fresh!"

Before he could even protest to get them to stop, the Prefect already got to work

He tries to help, but MC shoots him down and tells him to patiently wait

Epel's appetite and curiosity are increasing with every second

Once the food's ready to be savored, he digs right in! And will provide some feedback about what he liked about it, what it reminds him of, and if needed be points out what he thinks it lacked

Eager to try out more of the food MC was accustomed to eating back in their world!

Visiting a far away land

EPEL IS PUMPED!!! FIELD TRIP TO A LAND HE'S NEVER SEEN OR HEAD ABOUT, UNLESS IT'S FROM MC'S MOUTH!!

He's eager to visit all the places his love adores! Make some memories and have a blast discovering the place such a wonderful person comes from

He wants to know how their two worlds differ, how a world without magic unfolds before his eyes

Let's be honest: this boy right here is excited to wreck havoc in supermarket and fast food places' parking lots. Y'all probably woke up at 3am once and decided to go scream and mess around at your nearest McDonald's parking lot

Please show him vine compilations, I'm positive Epel will love to get to know the humor of this world (although he once used a vine reference when talking with a cashier once, thinking it was common knowledge for everyone in MC's world)

Out of the four guys here, Epel is the one most open to improvised plans

Eager to try out any strange fruits and vegetables, interesting snacks and bizarre cookie flavors that catch his eye

"How can your world have such specific flavors? Rosemary garlic jalapeño bread chips? How???"

💀 Idia Shroud 💙

Foreign dishes

MC probably brought some of their homemade food over to Idia's dorm after getting concerned that this boy's diet heavily relies in junk food and sweets, and when he does eat it's a very small portion

So in MC comes and asks Idia if he would like to try some food they prepared, one of their favorite dishes

At first, Idia is very reluctant, saying how he doesn't feel hungry

But the Prefect has a trick under their sleeve: a crestfallen expression with an adorable pout

Seeing them having a meal on their own while occasionally sighing sadly has the flaming haired boy debating what he should do

Then a memory of Ortho's voice resounds in his skull: "Meals are typically shared between people to develop or strengthen a bond. If you want to win [Name]'s heart, you should take them out for dinner."

That and he can't deny the contents of that container in their hands look appetizing

Shroud finally accepts and brings you over to Ignihyde's kitchen to grab a couple of plates

He's hesitant, but takes a nice first bite of food. Chews it carefully as he analyses the taste, texture, consistency

"I've never tasted something like this before. What is it?"

"One of my favorite dishes, [food name]!"

Silence followed, "Huh? I-I'm afraid I have... never heard of it..." He said

"Yeah, Ace and Sebek said the same when I introduced them to it. Makes me believe this is something only seen back in my world."

A nice chat develops and, before they know it, the food's gone and Idia himself ate a nice amount of it

It's in the walk back to his dorm, when they're enveloped in a nice comfortable silence, pinkies entwined, that MC confesses they purposefully did all that out of concern for how much he eats

It ensues some light pushing-and-pulling around and tickling, him saying how that was a tactic well taught out, but also saying how he eats just fine and they shouldn't worry about that. You know, light banter between a loving couple

That dish ends up in Idia's list of favorites. He has asked Mc to bring it with them a couple of times when they hang out together and play games

Visiting a far away land

Frankly, he's curious and very nervous about this trip

MC of course is aware of Idia's dislike of crowds and being out in public, so they prepared a nice and calm trip for him

Visiting the less frequented parts of town, quiet cafés (cat cafés!! because those normally have controlled influx of costumers for the kitties' safety), couple of history museums, supermarkets late at night for snack runs, lots of staying at home to play a plethora of videogames and watch many anime series and movies

He's amazed at the variety of games MC's world has, and is also surprised by how some titles are similar to those he likes to play. Same goes for some anime series

While he appreciates how the Prefect tries to show him what their world and society there is like, he much more prefers their stay at home time

He gets to cuddle with them in their room! Their actual legit room with many memories of their life!

He may not look like it, but Idia likes to snoop around and ask what this or that photo, a toy or poster is about and what memories they hold

Honestly, Shroud came over to his lover's world to know about their life, not so much to learn about the world as a whole

Baby pictures, photo albums, the occasional video of their childhood, diaries and old Valentine's cards, he looks through and reads them all!

He will treasure every bit of information he learns about his partner and their life in this world. Probably takes one of their baby pictures with him back to Twisted Wonderland

👑 Vil Schoenheit 🍎

Foreign dishes

Vil is the hardest to convince to try your food out of this group, no doubt

He does know MC cooks, and knows that some of their dishes are uncommon, but the model has yet to asked them for a taste

It takes one brave "Do you want some?" for the model to finally have a taste of the food

He's very hesitant, you can see it clear in his expression, but it all fades away after the first bite

He will openly state if he likes it or not and why

"Perhaps you have other dishes that suit my fancy better? Come on, I want you to show me more."

He genuinely does want to taste more of those unique dishes

Visiting a far away land

Eager to take a little vacation to a world full of opportunities

I see Vil as someone who would like to visit the most prestigious places (though MC will have to tone it down and remind him they don't have an unlimited amount of money to spend)

Art museums and a couple theatre plays are his go-to, along with nice restaurants, popular cafés, and lovely parks to have a picnic on (he jumps into the idea of attending one of those outdoor cinema projections, those are probably his favorite because he gets to cuddle with his lover under the night sky while a movie plays)

He will want to learn about the history of MC's world and the way society, politics work there

He gets word of the horrible things that happened and the threat of climate change, human rights violations and he will want to take action to protest against it

Okay, but Vil will get along so well with the Prefect's younger siblings and mother/aunts/fem guardian if they have one

Get ready to have him judge favorite makeup products. Prefect better lead him away from the beauty and skincare sections of farmacias and supermarkets

All in all, having Vil over to their world allowed MC to visit many nice fancy-ish places and allowed them to enjoy some simple things they forgot

A wonderful person to have by your side in any world and universe~

🐺 Jack Howl 💛

Foreign dishes

With his fine sense of smell, Jack detected the food MC was preparing for their little date was something unfamiliar

"What's that? Something new?"

Yet MC tries to keep the surprise until the plates are presented and served

Seeing the smile on their face, Jack can't help but think that this dish will taste wonderful due to the love shining on their face

"This is [dish name], one of my favorites back in my world. Haven't seen it offered in the cafeteria, so I decided to try my hand and prepare it for you, Jackie!"

First bite, fluffy tail wagged. He compliments their cooking with a smile before diving in for a couple morsels

Jack isn't too picky, he enjoys food truthfully

I think he will be curious about the story behind the dish and why his love categorizes it as a favorite. Ingredients, techniques, tell him all about it!

I'm sure this boy will be happy to try more of the unique dishes found in a world ways away from his!

Visiting a far away land

A visit to his partner's world, huh? Well, Jack is certainly excited to see what sort of outdoor activities and exploring can be done in this new place!

Dates with Howl in the Prefect's world will consist of visiting natural parks, gardens, forest trails, perhaps do some fishing or bird watching

Jack grew up with snow as a constant. He would like to explore the winter sports scene in this foreign world (if MC lives somewhere with snow/with designated paces on which to practice said sports)

Aside from these outdoor sporty visits, the wolf would like to attend concerts or maybe a local team's game

However, he soon finds out these events aren't suited for his acute hearing (poor baby 😭)

So he's content with spending time inside MC's house, get to know their family a little, look through their family pictures, and have pleasant late afternoon walks in the nearby park

Something as simple as going out for icecream is tremendously pleasant with Jack by your side

(but poor MC if they aren't athletic or into nature because this big puppy will drag them to loooots of nature watching dates asdfg)

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Ngl, this prompt was a little hard to fulfill. I'm well aware this isn't the most romantic, but hope it was enjoyable

Thank you for your request!

and sorry again for taking long

#zask #twisted wonderland #loading screen headcanons #epel felmier #idia shroud #vil schoenheit #jack howl #twst x reader #twisted wonderland headcanons #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland x reader

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Naga! BakuDekuShoto X (fem)Mermaid!Reader

Part 2. Here

Y/n is warned to never go near the surface by her pod. She's been going near the surface every night and very early at dawn, sunrise to relax, sing, watch the sunset. Being a mermaid had its many blessing and curses. They were creatures of great beauty and magic, from their beautiful voices to the powerful magic in just a single tear. So naturally, they were secretive creatures.

A great lake deep in the forest of Atigus, a large pod of Merpeople lived in this lake. A lake so deep it could have been mistaken for the deepest part of the ocean. Living so far down in the deeps, they were a bit isolated from the many magical and grand creatures that also inhabit the forest.

Yet Y/n was a curious individual and would swim near the surface, in hopes of seeing another creature. Thought she was smart enough to know that there is one creature that she must avoid at all costs, Man. Yet She would brave the bright surface, and sing out to no one in particular.

One day as she ventured to the surface at sunset, she began to sing into the wind. As she rested on the lake's edge, she suddenly felt a painful sting on her shoulder. Y/n gasped in pain, but her body became so heavy suddenly and lost all control. As she laid there motionless, as she heard the snicker and the strange language of humans.

The humans quickly slumped the unconscious mermaid onto their backs and tried to find their way back to the village. Yet as they walked down the path, they could feel predatory eyes watching them.

As one of the humans looked around, they noticed that special markings were etched into the tree's around them.

"Oh no, we have walked into Naga territory," one of the humans gasped in horror.

As the two trembled, a large shadow engulfed them. The tallest stood up to 9 feet in height, standing above them, while the shortest stood 7 feet. They couldn't begin to fathom how long these nagas could be. These giants glared down at the small humans that had invaded their territory.

Dealing with the humans was simple, yet something did catch one of their eyes. The smaller green naga noticed the abandoned creature on the ground.

"What is that?" The freckled naga wondered.

"It looks like to be a humanoid creature like us," a red and white naga commented as he leaned over the mermaid.

"Yet, it's not. Its scales look strange and its tail is so short, it's the same size as those pathetic humans," The ashy blond Naga scoffed as he picked the mer by her tail.

"K-kacchan! Careful," the green-haired naga gasped.

"Why does it look like part fish?" The red and white naga asked, " You should be careful, Bakugo."

"Whatever, Deku," Bakugo scoffed, as he tossed the body over to green Naga.

"Nice catch Midoriya," The red and white naga commented.

"Thanks, Shoto," Izuku sighed as he got a closer look at the creature.

"So what do you think it is?" Shoto asked.

" It must be some water-faring creature, other than that I'm not sure," Izuku said as he held the mermaid close. " It would be nice to speak to her about it. Maybe I could hold onto her, F-for a little while."

"Why?" Shoto asked.

"Probably cause this will be the only female that can't walk out on him for better a mate," Bakugo commented.

"I think you may be projecting a little, Bakugo," Shoto commented.

Bakugo scoffed and slithered off somewhere else, as Izuku and Shoto stood in awkward silence.

"S-so does that mean I can? N-Not for the reason that he said!" Izuku said quickly.

"I'd... Certainly hope not," Shoto said simply.

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As Y/n slowly came to her senses, she could feel something odd. As she slowly opened her eyes, she noticed that this body of water was barely deep. Plus something was wrapped around her, it felt strange.

She slowly opened her eyes, to see that the surface of the water was just a foot above her head. And wrapped around her waist was a tail, a snake tail. Y/n tensed slightly, but the creature felt her movement and quickly tightened its hold.

She was suddenly pulled up above the surface and was face to face with a freckly face with forest green eyes. His eyes were full of wonder and curiosity as he inspected Y/n very closely.

Y/n wanted to scream, yet remained frozen. Not only was she unsure of this creature, but also intimidated by its great size. She never felt so small and helpless.

"what are you? And who are you?" Deku asked as he muttered other questions.

"A-a mermaid, my name is Y/n," Y/n squeaked nervesly.

"Ah, like an Oceanid," Izuku smiled." I-i have to write this down, I have so many questions."

As his tail wraps more around Y/n, she watches as the snake man turns to gather his parchment paper. They were covered in writings and notes about almost anything. Before Y/n could get a grasp of what was happening, she was drowned in the naga's curious questions. He must have not been paying too much attention as he tightened his hold.

"C-can't...Breath," Y/n whimpered as she passed out.

------------- Deku suddenly felt Y/n go slack, he stopped rambling and quickly looked at her.

"AHh! Y/n," Izuku gasped as he quickly placed her back in the small watering hole.

"Oi, killed it already," Bakugo laughed mockingly.

"N-no, Y/n passed out," Izuku said nervesly.

"So what is she?" Shoto asked as he tried to get a better look.

"An Oceanid, but she calls herself a mermaid," Izuku said as he put down his notes.

"Hmm, well what were those humans doing with one?" Shoto asked.

"Probably harvest her for magical properties. If they can't possess magic on their own, then they will take it," Bakugo scoffed simply.

"Well, I'm glad we came across those humans then," Izuku said with a relieved sigh.

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After a couple of weeks, Y/n grew used to Izuku and his curiosity. She would learn many things about him, that he was defiantly a curious Naga and a very emotional one. Will cry a river at any strong emotion he feels. Y/n could only hope that this small pool of water was not his tears. She would learn a bit about his other two companions.

Bakugo is the most prideful and skilled of the three. Always going off how he will be the best and rise the ranks among their kind. Shoto on the other hand seemed very calm out of the three. Almost to the point where he seemed indifferent about everything, though he takes everything very seriously.

Izuku would also learn a lot about her and her home in the great lake. How they knew many great magical treasures and plants within Atigus. It was just so fascinating to him, and it felt so nice to have someone discuss the magical phenomena with him.

As Y/n rested in Izuku's coils, a question came to mind.

"Hey Izuku, you've been so sad as of late. What is making you so sad?" Y/n asked.

"Um, it's a little embarring to talk about, but... The season of union is coming to an end soon. And during this time Nagas begin to pair and bond, and we bond for life. Sadly a girl I had my heart set in already bonded with someone else. So I may just end up being unpair," Izuku explained.

"What about Bakugo and Shoto?" Y/n asked.

"Well, most are annoyed or frightened by him, and would rather stay far away from him. And Shoto, has a bit of a hard time, umm, connecting to others," Izuku said slowly and awkwardly.

"Oh, well I'm sorry to hear that. I can't see why you would not find someone. Your sweet and so kind," Y/n smiled as she rested her harms on his coils.

Izuku's face turned a bright red as his tail tightened slightly. His heart fluttered in his chest as he stared down at his Oceanid friend.

"Y-you really think so?" Izuku mumbled, as his eyes watered.

"Despite your timid nature, you are willing to help though in need. Even if they may not deserve it," Y/n smiled up at him.

"Thank You Y/n," Izuku thanked as he cried waterfalls as hugged Y/n closely.

"Though you can be a bit of a cry baby," Y/n winced as she was drenched in tears.

But he didn't hear the last comment as he hugged her close.

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"Shouldn't you be returning Y/n to the great lake, Surely she would like to return to her home and family," Izuku's friend Iida asked.

As the two patrolled the large Naga territory. Izuku's heart began to thump in his chest in a panic at the thought. The thought had many times came across his mind, but the thought of parting with her. Tore his heart apart.

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"Oh, you're still here?" Shoto asked as he entered the cave.

"Umm, have been for this past Month Shoto," Y/n said as she poked her head above the water.

"Izuku must hold you dearly if he hasn't returned you home yet," Shoto said as he found a comfy spot and laid down.

"Y-you think so?" Y/n asked nervesly.

"Hmm, don't you miss your family? I'm surprised you haven't asked him to return you," Shoto commented.

As Y/n studied him, she could feel something about those words. Like it wasn't just meant for you to answer.

"Are Nagas not close to their parents?" Y/n asked.

"Um, not all, but most," He said with a slightly sad look.

"What about you, if it's not too personal?" Y/n asked.

Shoto stayed silent for a time, as he slowly touched the burn on his face. " I could care less what my father is up to, but I... I do wonder how my mother is doing after she ran away from me and my dad," Shoto said sadly.

"W-why would she do that?" Y/n gasped.

"She said my left side and red scales looked too much like my horrible father. She burned the left side of my face and ran," Shoto answered as he covered his scar. " I was too horrible for her to look at."

Y/n frowned sadly at his story and pulled herself up onto the dry ground. She slowly approached Shoto's tail as she awed at his lovely scales.

"Your white scales shine like pearls, and the red ones look like rubies, your so lovely, Shoto," Y/n said in a soft tone.

Shivers ran up his spine as he felt the warm fingers slide across his scales. His heart pounded in his chest as he slowly coiled his tail around her.

"Y-you couldn't possibly mean that," Shoto said slowly.

"Of course I do. You know if you smiled more, maybe the ladies or gentlemen would flock to you," Y/n smiled.

"Flock? Like... Birds?" Shoto asked, really confused.

"No silly, I mean many would find you more approachable," Y/n laughed.

Her laugh was so small and cute, he could help but tighten his hold on her. He could feel her warmth on his scales as he slowly leaned in closer to her.

"If you're doing what I think you're doing, then you two are disgusting," Said a voice.

The two quickly turned to see Bakugo, who came back from a hunting outing. A large boar was slung over his shoulder as he entered the cave.

"Find a different part of the cave to suck each other's face," Katsuki grumbled.

"Why would we do that?" Shoto asked with pure confusion.

"Cause It's decent," Bakugo growled.

"No, why would we suck each other's faces?" Shoto asked again.

"I'm done with you," Bakugo scoffed.

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Shoto and Izuku had to eventually leave to do a final scout turn, leaving Bakugo and Y/n. Bakugo had no interest in talking to the mermaid and did his own thing, by cooking the boar he caught. Y/n with nothing to do hummed to herself, her voice echoing off the walls of the cave.

"So you were the source of that voice," Bakugo said suddenly.

"Ummm... I was right next to you. How did you not know until now?" Y/n asked with a deadpanned look.

"No, every time around sunset I could hear something in the wind. A voice, singing," Bakugo said simply.

"Oh, I thought I was just singing to myself," Y/n said bashfully.

"More like to the whole forest," Bakugo huffed.

"Was I okay?" Yn asked slowly.

"You were definitely better than those harpies who think they can sing," Bakugo scoffed, turning away to hide his red ears.

"That is so sweet of you to say," Y/n said, slightly touched.

"Tch. Well, I don't really care for the noise of rain, you can keep doing what you were doing," Bakugo said slowly.

Y/n smiled at the tsundere naga and continued her song.

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(3 weeks later)

Y/n and the three nagas grew closer and closer during the 3 weeks. The season of Union was quickly coming to a close, but tensions were high among the three males.

One morning, Shoto had his tail wrapped protectively around Y/n's sleeping form when he heard a soft but challenging hiss. Looking up sightly he could see it was Izuku. Izuku's usual large round pupils were now slits, as his serpentine tongue flicked between his lips.

"Yes, Izuku?" Shoto asked coldly.

"Your turn to patrol soon, maybe you should let her go now," Izuku said as nicely as possible, as he slowly inched closer.

Shoto tensed as Izuku slowly got closer. Shoto's pupils quickly turned to slits as he hissed back. Y/n was unable to sleep through the loud noises coming from the two.

"What's with all the noise," Y/n groaned sleepily, as she untangled herself from Shoto's coils.

"Would you shut it you two," Bakugo growled, as he pulled Y/n's sleepy form closer to him.

"B-bakugo, careful," Izuku hissed.

"I am," Bakugo said simply.

"Don't you both have someplace to be?" Izuku said with a slight hiss.

"W-what are you all fighting about?" Y/n asked, slightly more awake.

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Pt.2 maybe?! I don't know

#naga au #mha bakugou #Mha #Bnha #mha x reader #bnha x reader #Naga Izuku #mha izuku #izuku midoria x reader #izuku midoriya #shoto torodoki #shoto x reader #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugo x reader #naga bakugou #Naga shoto #fantasy au

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