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deadsetobsessions · 1 month

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Alley Drunk! Danny AU- Pt. 4

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Danny blinked down at the cart, where a red hoodie and pants with red stripes along the side laid over the lip of the cart. Considering they’re in this universe’s brand of Marget- seriously, who names a store Target? If anything in Amity Park was named that, Skulker would have wrecked it in five seconds flat- it’s hilariously on brand. Though, to be fair, this was Gotham’s version too, which meant a lot of security guards (who definitely doubled as goons for the Rogues, Danny was sure) and the vibes were spooky.

“I’m guessing red’s your favorite color.”

Instead of the humorous way he meant the sentence, Jason looked up anxiously and Danny immediately hated himself a little bit more.

“Sh- I can put it back..?” Jason hunched in on himself.

Danny tracked the movement with clearer eyes than he’s had in a long while and ancients, does it remind him of how Dani was in front of Vlad all those years ago. And Danny has spent his entire half life being not like Vlad, so he’s not going to start now.

“Nah, you should definitely add some more stuff. This is no where near enough clothes.”

It really wasn’t. Danny had taken Jason to the store to pick out clothes- “Ther’s a second hand store down the stree’, ya know,” Jason had mumbled when they went through the doors- but the kid had only tentatively put in a small red hoodie and some pants in the cart. Now he had to put this in a way that’ll wipe the stubbornly hesitant look on Jason’s face off.

“Think about it this way, then. You’re repping me now, and while I might be the alley drunk, I’m not the poorly dressed alley drunk, yeah?”

“Oh. Tha’ makes sense.” Jason nodded to himself determinedly, and the kid strode over to the t-shirt section. For all of his confidence, he still glanced back to see if it was okay with Danny.

Well, Dani was the same way before she found her confidence (when she knew Danny wouldn’t abandon her or hurt her) so Danny just gave him a thumbs up before reaching into the rack and sweeping an armful of clothing straight into the cart. Then, he strode over to the jackets and grabbed the ones in Jason’s size and slightly bigger. Oh, he has to grab shoes. He’ll leave that for later, but Danny was going to get those ratty trainers off of Jason’s feet and into the nearest trash can if it was the last thing he does.

The halfa hummed, pausing at the first decidedly not miserable sound he’s made in a while. Dammit, if that wasn’t a sign of Danny’s attachment to Jason, he doesn’t know what would be. To be fair… Danny already committed murder for the kid, which was pretty much something he thought he’d never do, so in for a penny out for a pound or whatever.

He put a significant amount of the budget aside for the section labeled “JASON” so Danny shopped without a worry. Charlie’s ill-gotten assets were a good monetary compensation for his crime of existing near Jason or existing, period.

He picked up toiletries, toothbrushes and the like, when Jason came back sans t-shirt. Instead of a shirt- Danny had actually hoped that Jason would try to get multiple shirts- Jason was clutching a book.

Before he could even voice anything, Danny plucked the book out of his grip and put it into the cart with a disarming smile.

“Oh, good idea. We should get you books too. Wanna go pick out some more?”

“Uh- y’re just gonna get a book, just like that?”

“More than one book, I should hope. You are going to school, right?”

“…Yeah!” Danny couldn’t fathom ever being excited at the thought of school, but as Jason bounced away to peruse the admittedly poor selection of books, Danny couldn’t help but think that maybe he should give this education thing another try. Who knows? Maybe it’ll be less stressful now that he’s not Phantom.

Danny walked to the aisle next to the books and promptly proceeded to shove every single piece of stationary he thought was nice- pens, gel pens, cooling pens and pencils, a thick stack of notebooks, flash cards, etcetera- into the rapidly getting full cart.

Jason came back with three more books- nice, the classics- and froze at the sight of the cart.

“Oh, hey. Getting all of those?”

“Wha’- wha’s wit’ the stuff?”

“School supplies! Quality education starts with quality supplies, you know!” Danny said, a sliver of the grin that used to come so easily to him making an appearance on his face. "Don't worry, I budgeted. See?"

Danny handed Jason a piece of paper, confident that the kid would know if it was good or not.

"Where'd... ya get all of this?"

"Hmm... here and there."

Jason looked up at him, squinting suspiciously. "I hear' Charlie's gone poofed up."

Danny shrugged and put a calculator in the cart. "Oh, I'm sure he's busy."

Yeah, Danny thought vindictively. Busy being dead.

"Ya sound like a walking con," Jason said as he visibly decided to give up fighting against Danny's spending. "We nee' food."

"Gotcha. Well, if you need anything else, just bring it into the cart."

"I want veggies. Frozen, 's cheaper."

Danny nodded, resisting the urge to ruffle Jason's hair.

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"Hey, you's the Alley Drunk, right? 'Bout that boy you've been toting ar-"

Danny punched the guy in the face, dropping him like a stone. He looked up slowly and swayed.

"Any of you ask about my kid brother again, and I won't bother with being drunk when I hit you."

Rapid nods. Danny shuffled away, satisfied.

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Two weeks later, after a school day, Danny finds Jason heading to the bathroom with a box of...

"Hair-dye?"

Jason, who was marginally more relaxed and assured that Danny wasn't going to kick him out, nodded.

"Dye's fadin' n' I dun wanna get nabbed on the streets for having red hair."

Danny blinked. "You have red hair?"

"Sure do. See? Roots are showin' again." Jason pointed at his scalp where Danny could see the hair was getting lighter.

"Right. Well- I'll leave you to it. Let me know if you need help, kiddo." Danny said, desperately hoping he hid how off kilter he was feeling well.

"I don't need help, ah've been doing this for ages." The kid went into the bathroom and closed the door harshly. When the lock clicked and the faucet began running, Danny let himself slide down the wall into a crouch, hands cradling his head.

Red hair. Blue eyes. Tan skin. The facial features. The intelligence and empathy.

Danny chuckled hysterically under his breath.

Was Jason this universe's version of Jazz?

"Fuck."

#danny phantom #batman #dc x dp #dpxdc #danny adopts jason todd #jason todd #bamf danny phantom #alley drunk! danny au #danny: i'm grieving #jason: wanna bet?#that's right jason's this universe's jazz fenton #this universe's danny fenton died and that's why danny can exist here without causing issues #danny: i have adopted a random child #danny: this child is jazz wtf

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herve-ramboz-photographie · 1 year

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fairydustfromhell · 2 years

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I do love when the good ol' academic race begins after a long break

#nothing like academic validation #story of my life #who wouldn't love feeling the strees and pressure of being seen as good enought?!#i've totally looked forward to being strees 24/7... but hey i'm just gonna romanticise it and everything will be okay or something....#random shit #i crave validation

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em1e · 1 year

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ᶻz feat. wakasa + kazutora+ rindou !!

tokyo revengers && first meetings

☓ kazu's 2 times longer than the other don't look at me. tw for a hostile ex on rindou's !!

ᶻz・wakasa imaushi

⠀ ⬤ meeting you is chaotic.

“oh my god shin, your nose!”

you’re quick into action, despite shinichiro and wakasa basically barging through your front door while the former cradles a probably broken nose. you grab some paper towels as quickly as you can while wakasa helps his friend to your couch, barely taking in your home despite him never stepping foot into it.

you’re talking fast, questions overlapping on your tongue before either boy can answer them, “what happened? why’d you come here?”

shinichiro groans when you press the napkins against his face far hastier than you should, taking them from your own hands and leaning his head against the back of your couch. obviously in too much pain to answer, you look to the stranger who he’s come in with.

he shrugs, popping the lollipop he was sucking on out of his mouth and nodding to shinichiro, “needed to get off the street, ‘nd he said he knew someone.”

you kick at shinichiro’s foot half heartedly, frowning, “don’t bring your stupid gang violence around my house, you know i don’t like that stuff.”

a muffled apology leaves his lips, and you sigh before moving to grab ice for the two of them. bringing back bags of peas and dropping one onto shinichiro’s stomach (he groans dramatically at the contact), then pass the other to his friend. he raises an eyebrow at you, and you nod to his bruising knuckles.

it’s then he takes them in himself, clicking his tongue, then grabbing the bag from you with a small thanks. you eye him for a second, before plopping down on the couch beside shinichiro.

“‘m (y/n), by the way.” you offer a small smile, “i babysit emma and mikey sometimes when shin is out doing nefarious things.”

“wakasa,” he hums out, sitting across from you, “i make sure shinichiro doesn’t die doing his nefarious things.”

you giggle, and shinichiro groans, “please don’t flirt with me sitting right here. i don’t think i can take much more damage- physically or mentally.”

“not my fault you brought your pretty friend here after you got socked in the face.”

“you think ’m pretty?” wakasa grins, eyes half-lidded and completely ignoring his friend's request.

“very.” you hum, leaving shinichiro to groan louder. you elbow at his side, and he dramatically topples over so he’s laying on the couch instead, “sorry shin, we’re talking.”

one glance to wakasa and he’s licking his teeth, then sending you a smile, “that we are.”

ᶻz・kazutora hanemiya

⠀ ⬤ meeting you is awkward.

“no, kazutora, put the cat food on the right side of the store - you know what, nevermind, i’ll do it.” chifuyu sighs heavily, placing the bags of dog food he’d just opened hastily on the shelf and pushing the box kazutora set beside him away with a huff.

“huh? but these are the same brands, don’t you want to keep them together?”

chifuyu closes his eyes, taking a second to breathe and remember he needs to have some semblance of patience - kazu’s only been out for a few weeks, he’s still adjusting to normal life. he sighs again and nods, “in theory, yes, but we’re keeping the cat stuff and dog stuff separate, remember?“

a small ‘oh’ leaves kazutora’s mouth, and chifuyu stands with a huff, stretching his legs then picking up the box. the bell to the door rings and both pairs of eyes find themselves wandering towards the front. chifuyu nods his head in the direction, “d’ya think you can take care of them?”

kazutora hums out a reply, waving a hand behind him as chifuyu says something something register. he knows his friend is growing increasingly agitated with having to baby him, and he doesn’t want to be any more of a burden than necessary.

he meets you at the register, and your eyes wander around the store before finally settling on the man behind the counter, offering him a smile.

“hi! um, i recently found a kitten on the street and i was wondering if you could help me get whatever i need to take care of it?”

kazutora only stares, head tilting slightly as your fingers dance across the counter. the silence goes on for longer than you’d expect, and you stand on your toes and puff out cheeks when he doesn’t immediately reply. you clear your throat.

“is um . . . is there something i need to do first?”

you look across the counter to see if maybe there’s a sign in sheet for suggestions or something, but you find nothing.

“we have cat food and litter.” he says when you meet his gaze again, still giving you the same look he did when you walked in.

“great!” you smile, looking around the store, “can you show me?”

he straightens, looking down the sea of aisles for chifuyu since he’d be much better help than him. hell, he’s still learning the difference in medications for dogs and cats and other miscellaneous animals - it would be unfair to lead you astray with a bad suggestion.

he sees no one else in the immediate vicinity, which means chifuyu has left him alone at the front of the store.

“um, yeah. yeah, i can”

right side of the store, he reminds himself. that’s where the stuff for cats is. he leads you in that direction, stopping in front of the aisles when he finds the bags he was previously shoving in the dogs section.

you lean forward, taking in each option and tap your chin with a hum, then look at him with a tilted head.

“any recommendations?”

you have to notice he has no idea what he’s doing by now, right? still, face unwavering, he picks up the bag they feed the cats they have up for adoption, “we use this for the cats here. i’m not really sure about the differences in other brands and stuff.”

you take the bag gently from his hold, then grab a similar one from the same brand that’s labeled specifically for kittens and compare the two.

“i think i’ll get this one since she’s still pretty small.” you hold up the latter and place the former back where he picked it up from, “how about litter?”

he takes you to the aisle behind the one you were previously in, gesturing awkwardly to the many different types. before you can ask if he has any suggestions, he points to one, “this is the one we use here.”

you smile. he read your mind.

with a small huff, you're grabbing that same brand and almost drop the container when you take it off the shelf - it’s much heavier than you thought. though kazutora has his own faults, he isn’t an asshole who’d just leave you to struggle. he gingerly grabs it from you, and you beam at him with a smile, “thanks.”

he only offers a curt nod, and follows you as you shop for smaller miscellaneous things - toys, treats, and a litter box all fill your hands along with the food you grabbed previously and kazutora offers no complaints when you finally make your way back to the counter.

“thanks.” you hum out again when he rounds the corner to get behind the register. he pauses for a second, staring at the computer and all its buttons and he’s genuinely lost for a second, trying to remember how chifuyu taught him to use it.

lucky for him, the man himself comes out from the back, a box in his hands and easily reading the furrow of his friends brows.

“all you have to do is ask for help,” he sighs with a click of his tongue, setting the box beside the items you’re buying. he taps a few things, explaining to kazutora again just how to do it and starts scanning the items for you, “he give you too much trouble? he’s still training-”

“he was perfectly helpful.” you smile, “i would’ve been lost otherwise.”

ᶻz・rindou haitani

⠀ ⬤ meeting you is violent.

“leave me alone-” you’re shoving past your ex with a huff, almost gasping when instead of letting you pass, he pushes you against the wall of the dingy club you’re in and grins at your clear aggravation.

“we’re not done talking,” he sighs out, “i didn’t come all the way to roppongi to get brushed to the side.” his arms are caging you in, and you want to scream to get anyone’s attention. you’re unsure if it’d even work - everyone around you seems to already be too drunk to worry about what’s going on outside their bubble, and you sure if anyone does notice, they don’t care.

“why come at all. are you stalking me now? i told you i don’t want anything to do with you-”

he stops you with a growl, eyes narrowing, “ah ah, we’re here to talk. don’t wanna make me upset, do ya?” you flinch away from him when he reaches up to cup your cheek, and someone clicking their teeth behind him makes him pause and look over his shoulder. “what, can’t you see we’re talki-”

he doesn’t get to finish his sentence. not when the man behind him rears his fist back and punches.

you pull your arms to yourself, gasping as he collapses to the floor with your eyes wide. one hit, and he’s out cold. you look up frantically to the offender, your savior, but he’s already pushing his way through the gaping crowd, leaving you to stumble behind him as he leaves the club.

“w-wait a sec!” you call out after him, and he pauses his retreat but doesn’t turn to face you. it gives you time to catch up to him, and when you’re standing in front of him, he’s scowling. despite this, he’s still pretty. you feel your face warm, and his brows raise as if he’s waiting for you to say something.

you did scream for him, after all.

“u-um, thanks,” you manage out after a moments pause, bowing your head, “thank you.” you say again more clearly. when you finally look back up at him he’s eyeing you in a way that has you wrapping your arms around yourself.

he clicks his teeth again, walking past you without a word, and you find yourself following behind like a lost puppy. he pauses again when you’re only a few steps behind him, looking over his shoulder, “if you’re gonna follow me, you might as well walk with me and talk.”

he says it like a statement, but you take it as a command. you walk for a few blocks in silence before you break it to mumble out your name.

he grins at the sound of it leaving your lips, “rindou haitani.” and it dawns on you then it was his club you were just in. apologies follow. for your ex, for not destabilizing the situation, for ruining the mood in his club, but he’s shaking his head with a hum.

“s’okay. you just gave me an excuse to leave, and i’m glad your pretty self followed.”

#wakasa x reader #wakasa imaushi #imaushi wakasa x reader #wakasa imaushi x reader #imaushi x reader #kazutora x reader #hanemiya kazutora x reader #kazutora hanemiya x reader #kazutora hanemiya #hanemiya x reader #ran haitani x reader #rindou x reader #haitani rindou x reader #haitani x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #x reader #salmon rowe

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harrysmimi · 6 months

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Love Story (Insta Promt)

Synopsis: One where Harry and YN find that they complete one another (Oneshot coming soon...)

Ps. User: penguinflaps is YN's Instagram in the promot

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penguinflaps Had so much fun working with harrystyles all those three days. Harry, thank you so much for having me be a part of such an amazing project! 🥺❤️

Ps. I am not in the picture because I took it 🤧

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Harrymybbdaddy shut up! This is so cuteeeee! I FUCKING LOVED THE VIDEO!!! 😭

harrysluv look at his bunny teef 🥺😭 I'm gonna cry he is so adorable!!!!!

babyrry He is so fucking adorable! I wanna punch a concrete wall with my bare hands!!!!!!!!!!!!! 😤

harrystyles 🤗❤️❤️

harrysfan1 SHUT UP! HARRY COMMENTED! HE NEVER COMMENTS!

harrysfan2 Mom, look Harry Styles know technology exists!!!

harrysfan4 harrysfan3 STOP! THAT'S HILARIOUS! 😭

harrysfan3 @ harrystyles commented a gif

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penguinflaps Stree. Out now. In theatre near and far away from you. Watch out because, she is Stree, oh she can do anything!

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harrystyles So excited!!! ❤️

harrysluv He has been lurking around her Instagram for long two years now! This is just too much for me to process. Harry dating a brown girllllll!!! I am SCREAMING RN!

harrysfan5 If she is dating Harry, all the brown girls are living through her! Including me! 😭

harrysfan7 what a horrible movie trailer. 🤮

YNsfan0 harrysfan7 get a fucking life man!

annetwist already booked the tickets!

YNsfan1 Stop! Even his mother is supporting her!

YNsfan2 She looks so fucking adorable in the trailer I can't wait to see the movie. 😩 I am gonna watch first day, first show, ditching my practicals for it! 😭

penguinflaps YNsfan2 no! Hun, don't miss out on studies for this. I really appreciate your support so much!!! 🥺 That's all I need!

YNsfan3 So when are you and Harry

harrysdesifan What if Harry decides to dress a Vicky (the main lead) for Harryween this year. 🤭 it will be over for the looser haters 🤭 I can't wait for it!

Calledit101 they're getting married. Mark. My. Words. Engrave it in stone!

harrysfan00 Ew! Harry deserves better. The movie looks so cheap. And she doesn't know how to act 🤮 # harrydeservesbetter

harrysfan5 harrysfan00 yes absolutely, # HarrydeservesbetterFANS !! GET A DAMN JOB AT MCDONALD OR SMTH BRO! Let the man be happy for god's sake!

YNsfan5 Y'all remember YN is in watermelon sugar video. They met on the sets 🥺 this is so adorable! 🥺❤️

YNfan6 shut up, YN deserves so much better than Harry. I don't like him for her!

YNfan7 YNfan6 stop with the hate, will you now?!

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harrystyles One Year💍❤️

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penguinflaps love you ❤️

pillowperson Happy Anniversary to my fave humans ❤️

hsrrysfan1 THEY HAVE BEEN MARRIED FOR ENTIRE FUCKING YEAR?!?!!! 😭

YNsfan1 this is the cutest thing ever. Imagine Harry in a Sherwani 🥺😭 I'll cry!

harrysfan2 HE WORE A SHERWANI AT HIS WEDDING! 😭

annetwist blessed ❤️

gemmastyles Happy Anniversary you two ❤️🤗

harrysfan4 I am not surprised but I am surprised at the same time. I can't 😭 he kept it a secret from all of us!

YNsfan2 that was so mean you kept it a secret from us Harry! DO IT AGAIN!

YNsfan3 seriously, so happy you guys chose to keep it a secret! Love that for you two!❤️🥺

YNandHarry so the rumours of them getting married in the back yard of her family home were true 😭 I can't!

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penguinflaps while in Wides, don't forget to be your Desi self. 😌 #throwback

📸 @ harrystyles 😚

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HSnews someone hacked into YN's iCloud and found pictures of her baby bump. She is allegedly pregnant.

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Harrysfan4 can y'all not post those pictures around, I am sure these two want to keep to themselves.

YNsfan1 correct! These two haven't been seen in over six months, they clearly don't want attention. Leave them alone!

Randomuser who is Harry Styles?

YNfan0 you guys need to STOP posting those photos, let these people have some privacy. Be happy for them if not just keep your hate to yourself!

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YNfan0 Y'ALL SHUT UP! MY MOTHER IS A MOTHER NOW! 😭

YNfan1 congratulations guys! So happy to hear the arrival of new YLN-Styles baby 😭

Harrysfan1 SOMEONE FINALLY GAVE HIS MAN A BABY! FINALLY!

Harrysfan2 y'all don't understand I love this family so bad!

Harryfan3 god! Baby Styles is gonna rule this fucking world when he grows up, y'all aren't ready for it!

Randomuser I don't get their hype tbh. So desparate, had to pull on a stunt to launch their baby already, so sad. 🙄

YNfan2 Randomuser it is actually sad that they have to ASK for privacy, it's because of someone leaked the news of them expecting a baby. So shut up and mind your own business, okay? 🙂

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penguinflaps Happy Father's day to the best Papa ever! ❤️ - Alba

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annetwist Best Dad ever 🏅

gemmastyles my babie bro, happy father's day 🥺

liampayne Happy father's day lad! 🥂

louist91 Happy father's day to new dad! 🥂

niallhoran Happy father's day Harry! Can't wait to meet the baby 🥺

zayn Happy father's day ❤️

YNsmother so cute! Happy father's! ❤️

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cherriesfromeden · 9 months

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WAIT WAIT WAIT

stop what you're doing

big bro vance headcanon time

only you can interrupt his pinball games but bring some change cause he will still get mad at you

very overprotective

like - he's your mom

'where are you going?'

'my friends' house i told you yesterday'

'i'll walk you there'

'they're right down the stree-'

'i said i'll walk you there dumbass'

and nicknames

dumbass, idiot, rascal

but then he gets soft sometimes and goes

'hey kiddo'

aww i love soft vance

also you are never picked on cause scary dog privileges yk?

vance walks you to and from school bc he doesn't trust anyone else and he thinks it's his duty

he does not know how to express love so he has given you one hug in your entire life and it was when he thought he lost you

he was being held up in detention and you decided to walk home alone since it was taking forever

even tho he told you to wait

and when i tell you he nearly died from shock when he saw you were gone

was looking frantically everywhere for you

and then he rounded the street corner and he saw you unlocking the front door

man he was so relieved he didn't even know what he was doing until you squealed that you couldn't breathe

and then he probably smacked the back of your head and gave you a lecture

but he never gets really mad at you

he can't

you're his little sister

and unfortunately/fortunately

he'll protect you with his life

#tbp #the black phone #the black phone x reader #vance hopper #vance hopper x reader #tbp x reader #not a lot but if someone asks i'll add on more #lil thoughts i had

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stxrrynxghts · 7 months

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Abhimanyu: why do we love him so much?

OK, perhaps not everyone loves him a lot as we do. I have seen people comment how Lakshman Kumar defeated him, how Abhimanyu died in a fair fight, how he was powerful because of a boon, how he was part of group attacks, how he is nothing special and is just highlighted because he is Janmeyjaya's grandfather etc.

Abhimanyu's life is very great and very tragic. When he was born, the Yadava-Pandava relation was flourishing. His mother Subhadra wasn't just the dear of her Yadava family, but her co-wife and the Empress, Draupadi, adored her extremely as well. Abhimanyu became his father and uncles' favorite since birth.

He was raised in Dwarka, where Subhadra was respected and cherished, and so was he. Balaram, Krishna and Pradyumna themselves educated him. Abhimanyu seems like someone who works very hard, and strives to be better at each moment, the type of student who ever teacher likes.

Then, later, he was the first of his brothers (except Ghatotkacha) to marry. Abhimanyu already had the Yadavas backing him up, and then, he becomes the son-in-law of the kingdom who is about to aid them in the War.

Abhimanyu is described as having a moon-like face, and broad shoulders. He was very handsome, over all, and must have been seen as charming.

Abhimanyu's marriage to Uttara is an extremely grand wedding, if you see the details about the wedding gifts given and received from both sides, and the number of guests that arrived. Almost ALL the important people of Aryavart had attended that wedding.

Abhimanyu's relationship with his wife is not detailed, but she grieved for him a lot, and the Stree Parva shows Gandhari explicitly mentioning their love life in....more than one aspect. It seems that he was a genuinely loving husband, who cared for his wife's happiness and needs, and in return, his wife too, loved and cherished him a lot, albeit returning his affection a bit shyly.

The crux of Abhimanyu's character is the tragedy that is in him, growing up without his father, a love story left incomplete due to him dying a premature death, his child growing up fatherless, and such potential being wasted away.

Abhimanyu is also fiercely talented. He was the 2nd highest ranking warrior in the Pandava army, and he defeated all of the major Kaurava warriors (except Bhishma) in one-to-one combat. Group attacks were common in the War, but Abhimanyu's case is different.

Abhimanyu enters the chakravyuha formation alone. The rest of the army is held at gate 1. He fights, not only against the numerous Kaurava warriors, but their common soldiers too, at the same time, for 12 hours continuously.

He defeats them, and then continues to fight back despite being attacked in groups. He loses his weapons, and fights with literally anything that he can, and is heavily injured. He is stabbed from behind by warriors far more experienced by him.

Abhimanyu's last duel is with Dushasana's son Durmasena, where the two of them faint after simultaneously knocking each other out from their mace fight. Durmasena is the one to wake up first as he is less injured. He bashes Abhimanyu's skull while he is just getting consciousness, killing him. This, is what certain people love to call, a "fair" fight.

Abhimanyu's death has severe consequences. The text provides detailed descriptions of his parents and wife's mourning. Arjun is devastated, and blames Jayadratha for this whole incident. (I wonder how and why he still respected Drona, Ashwatthama, Kripa etc after this incident?)

Arjun kills 7 battalions of the Kaurava army on his own the next day. (Abhimanyu had killed 1 battalion on his own the previous day.)

The war ends, and Abhimanyu's blood rules the throne. Abhimanyu is a person who strives to be better despite numerous personal tragedies marring his life. He is perhaps one of the only such detailed characters from the Mahabharata who is faultless, and yet gets the cruelest fate of them all.

Abhimanyu is someone who would have been one of the heir apparent candidates if he had survived. He is someone who had loved and cherished his relationships a lot. Abhimanyu is someone who should be loved and remembered for who he was, and what he did.

#mahabharat #mahabharata #abhimanyu #arjun #uttara #subhadra #krishna #sorry i had to #why is he so sweet and lovely and self sacrificing #i go overpowered by the emotions #read with a grain of salt

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ariel-seagull-wings · 15 days

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BICHO DE PALHA

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(Portuguese and Brazilian Folktale)

They say that a very rich man was widowed and remarried, having a daughter, Maria, who looked young and was beautiful.

The stepmother immediately disliked her stepdaughter and became angry when she had a daughter and she was relatively ugly, compared to Maria.

The man had scattered properties and lived traveling, running his businesses.

He only lasted a short time at home and in those moments, Maria felt better.

In her father's absence, her stepmother forced her to do the roughest and hardest jobs, feeding her the worst and in insignificant quantities.

Life became unbearable for the girl who consoled herself by praying and crying.

On the way to the river where she went to wash clothes, she always met an old lady with serene features and very kind. Maria ended up talking about her suffering and remaining silent so as not to hurt her father.

The old lady encouraged her with words full of sweetness.

As the stepmother became more violent and brutal, the stepdaughter decided to leave the house and look for work far away from that hell.

She met with the old lady and confessing her idea, the old woman agreed, gave her a lot of advice, gave her blessing and as she said goodbye, she took out a small wand, white as silver, saying:

"Take this wand, Maria, and when you are in danger, desire or suffering, you must say: "my magic wand, for the magic that God gave you, give me". And everything will happen as you ask."

Maria was very grateful and ran away. First, obeying the old woman's advice, she made a large plaited straw cloak with a hood through which there was a way to look through, and got inside.

After walking for a long time, she arrived at an important city.

She asked for a job in a palace and was told there were no more places.

She was leaving, sad and hungry, when an employee remembered that they needed someone to wash the rooms, corridors and stairs and clean the servants' quarters. Maria accepted the task and, thanks to her unique dress, they only called her “Bicho de Palha”. Dirty, silent, withdrawn into corners, always working, Bicho de Palha didn't bother anyone and everyone tolerated her.

The palace belonged to a young, well-made and handsome prince, who still had a mother, and was of marriageable age. In another palace, on the opposite side of the city, parties would be held for three days.

The girls were excited about the dances, attended by the society boys. In the palace the conversation was about the balls. Nurses, visitors and maids commented on the organization and splendor of the three elegant evenings.

Finally the first night arrived.

Bicho de Palha, through the holes in her mask, looked at the prince and loved him sincerely. She discreetly hovered near him, yearning for an order. In the afternoon, as there was no other maid around, the prince shouted:

"Bicho de Palha! Bring me a basin of water..."

Bicho de Palha took the basin and the prince washed his face. Afterwards, everyone went to the ball, some to dance and others to watch.

Being alone in her dark room, Bicho de Palha took off her cloak, took her wand and commanded, as the old lady had taught her:

"My magic wand! For the gift that God gave you, give me a silver carriage and a dress the color of the field with all its flowers."

Words spoken, the silver carriage, coachmen and servants appeared, a complete dress, from the diadem to the field-colored shoes with all their flowers. Bicho de Palha got dressed, took the carriage and went to the ball where he caused a sensation.

The prince immediately came to greet her and only danced with her, not allowing the other young men to approach her.

He confessed that he was impressed and asked where she lived. Bicho de Palha taught:

"I live on Basin Street..."

At exactly midnight, on the pretext of going to breathe the fresh air, the girl ran to her carriage which disappeared down the road. The prince was inconsolable and left the party soon after.

The other day, at the palace, the maids told Bicho de Palha about the events of the ball and about the mysterious princess who had the most beautiful outfit and the most beautiful face of the night.

The prince had dispatched many servants to look for Basin Street, but they all returned without knowing anything. That afternoon, the prince asked Bicho de Palha for a towel.

When everyone left for the party, Bicho de Palha took the wand and obtained a golden carriage and a dress the color of the sea with all its fish. He got dressed and went to the ball palace.

As soon as she entered, everyone recognized her and hailed her as the most elegant, graceful and friendly. The prince never left her side, talking, dancing, asking a thousand questions. He insisted on the girl's address.

"I no longer live on Basin Street, but on Towel Street. I moved today." It happened like the first night. Bicho de Palha invented an excuse and got into the carriage that ran like crazy.

The prince also left and spent the next day sighing and ordering the whole city to look for the Towel Street.

Bicho de Palha listened to the enthusiastic impressions of the servants in the kitchen, all talking about the prince's passion and the beauty of the girl.

On the afternoon of that day, the prince asked Bicho de Palha for a comb. Finding herself alone in the palace, Bicho de Palha invoked the power of the magic wand and received a carriage of diamonds and a dress the color of the sky with all its stars.

Entering the ballroom, Bicho de Palha received the greetings as if she were a queen. No one had ever seen such an attractive girl and such a rare dress.

The prince walked behind her like a shadow, serving her and asking everything, crazy with love. Bicho de Palha said that she had moved to Comb Street, permanently. And they danced a lot.

Close to midnight, knowing that it was the time when the girl disappeared as if she were enchanted, the prince called his servants and ordered an excavation to be opened near the palace gate, waiting for the carriage to stop.

This, however, did not happen, Bicho de Palha jumped into the carriage and it took off like lightning, jumping over the ditch, but the jolt was so sudden that one of Bicho de Palha's shoes, thrown outside the door, was lost. A servant found it and took it to the prince, who was very pleased.

Everyone looked for Comb Street in the city.

The prince decided to find the girl another way. He ordered the shoe to be taken to every house, putting it on everyone's feet.

Whoever wore it perfectly, neither loose nor tight, would be the charming girl at the dances. The servants walked up and down the street, putting shoes on the feet of the young women and the old women.

None of them could take a single step with him on their feet. The servants returned to the palace and tried putting tits on the maids and nurses. Anything.

Finally, a servant in charge remembered that Bicho de Palha had not been invited to wear the cute shoes. They all laughed, but, so that the prince wouldn't accuse them of having left someone to wear the shoe, they sent for Bicho de Palha, as a reason to laugh, and told him to try it on.

Bicho de Palha, with her wand in hand, asked that the dress from the third night of the party appear on her body, beneath the straw cape.

The prince came to watch.

Bicho de Palha, surrounded by laughing servants, put his foot into the shoe and it fit her perfectly.

Then she stretched out his other foot and everyone saw that he was wearing shoes just like the first.

They could hardly believe what they saw, when the straw fell and the beautiful girl from the three balls appeared, with the dress the color of the sky with all the stars, the diadem with the diamond moon, everything shining like the very stars of the firmament.

The prince rushed in hugging her and calling for his mother so she could meet her future daughter-in-law.

They got married soon.

Bicho de Palha told her story, and the magic wand, fulfilling the wishes of the old lady, who was Our Lady, disappeared, leaving them very happy on earth.

#cinderella #folklore #folktales #fairy tales #fantasy #literature #brazil

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lotus-n-l0ve · 11 months

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Hiii e, v, a, m for Gojo plss <3

𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭 || 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐

— Gojo Satoru x Female Reader

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ : Cursing, vulger language, minors dni.

ɴᴏᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʟᴏᴛᴜꜱ : Second post of the day and the game. Surprisingly both of them are of gojo. Here is the fic anon hope you like it. Enjoy ♡

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

I've already done this one but here it is—

This can go two ways. If you two are not dating and are just casual hookups then sorry to say this but he doesn't give a fuck about you and that aftercare thing is bullshit. The second you two are done, he's out of the door. Of course, that's the reason he didn't bring you to his house. You are worthless to him after all.

Now, if you two are dating then the scenario is different and you two dating is the proof. He's with you because he loves likes you.

The first thing he does after sex is check if he somehow hurt you because he can handle anything but hurting you was something he can never handle. He would hold you close to him. Running his one hand through your hair and the one caressing your glistening body. He would whispers sweet nothings in your ear and lull you to sleep before himself drifting into sleep.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Gojo has a lot of experience. He lost his virginity pretty early and since then he's had sex almost every day. He knows what he's doing and that kind of does assure you, even though you are jealous of his previous pertners.

But he is quick to comfort you that even has had many pertners or rather hookups before, you are the one who he loves and wants to spend the rest of his life with.

M= Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

His biggest turn on is you. Just existing. You be just waking up from sleep, dry traces of droll running down your chin, hair all disheveled but someone that just is so sexy in his eyes that most of your morning begin with a quickie.

Even then he doesn't want to let you go. You have to physically detach yourself from him and go on with your day, leaving him all whining.

Other than that Gojo really likes your ass. He just wants to grope them in his hand and play with them like strees ball. When you wear mini skirts that barely cover your ass and then you intentionally unintentionally bend down before him. Showing him your pretty underwear with the wet outline of your pussy. Then say RIP to your pussy because he ain't stopping anytime soon.

V= Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Gojo is a slut and he is not ashamed of it. He moans. Sometimes even more than you and he is loud. When he is buried in you, rutting away his dick as you flatter around him, all Gojo can do is spout nonsense and how good feel. His each moan would send shiver down your spine and make your pussy throb more than before.

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footprintsinthesxnd · 7 months

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Young Love and Old Money

Summary: this series follows the story of Lewis Nixon and Josephine Wills and their trials, tribulation and love throughout WW2, including stories of their friends in between. Warnings: swearing, mentions of war, class prejudices

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When Love Blooms - Aldbourne, October 1943

Lewis Nixon had never been known for being nervous but standing by the green in the middle of town he couldn’t help but cringe at the anxiety nibbling away at him. He’d checked his watch four times in the last 30 seconds and yet time seemed to have stopped altogether. Lewis tried to reassure himself that Josephine was only three minutes late. ‘She could easily be held up’ he tried to convince himself but as the minutes ticked by he became restless, striding back and forth, mumbling about how stupid he must have been. To think he actually believed she’d want to have dinner with him. Lewis jumped when a slender hand tapped his shoulder. Spinning around so quickly that he went cross-eyed, Lewis came face to face with a rather startled Josephine.

“Lieutenant Nixon, are you quite alright? You look like you’ve had quite a fright.” Josephine was an image of unimaginable beauty in his eyes. Her brunette locks were pinned neatly in two roles above her head, and the rest of her hair fell loosely around her shoulders in delicate curls. Her lips were painted red and her eyes shone like the stars above them, just brighter. Lewis had never truly appreciated the night sky, having always lived in New Jersey there was always light, always the noise of traffic but here in Aldbourne, the world stood still. The stars above them shone brighter than ever, whether this was due to the blackouts or just the nature of the evening Lewis didn’t know but he didn’t care. Standing before him was the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes upon and he intended to cherish every moment with her.

“Wow,” was all Lewis could muster, his mouth suddenly feeling dry and his palms clammy. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt nervous because of a woman but looking at Josie, the picture of beauty and elegance, Lewis could understand why.

“Shall we?” Josie placed her arm out for Lewis to take, which he gladly expected, pulling her against his warm chest and enveloping their hands together.

“We shall.” Lewis lead her towards the waiting jeep that Lewis had ‘borrowed’ for the evening and had somehow coerced his best friend, Dick Winters, to cover for him. “You really should meet Dick again on better terms, he’s a great guy,” Lewis assured her, causing Josie to laugh.

“I’m sure he is,” she smiled across at Lewis as he climbed into the other side of the vehicle, confusingly to Josie being the opposite side to where she was used to the driver sitting but she accepted the unusual American layout. All in all the jeep was rather spacious.

“So, where are we going?” Josie asked eagerly as the engine hummed to life with a shout and jolted forward. Lewis looked over to her, his brown eyes twinkling with a mischievous glint in them.

“You’ll have to wait and see.” He smirked and took great pleasure in Josie's small, pouty protest but it was all in jest and the pair quickly fell into conversation as if they had known each other for years.

The evening was wonderful, the food from the restaurant in Swindon was delicious and brought about some sense of normality to the pair. It had been a long time since Josie had eaten out in a restaurant, and the company was delightful. Josie couldn’t remember the last time she had laughed so much as Lewis recalled tales from his childhood or his time at Camp Toccoa. “When this darn war is over I’m going to take you to Chicago and New York,” Lewis promised and Josie believed him. She hung off his every word and her heart fluttered every time their hands burst or their knees touched under the table. Could the evening be any more perfect?

After dinner, the pair walked along the cobbled street, arm in arm and sharing body heat against the cold October wind.

“I think a storm is brewing,” Lewis said, as another rumble of thunder confirmed his suspicion.

“I think you could be right,” Josie replied, and as if the heavens had heard large fat raindrops began to fall before coming down in sheets, smacking the pavement in heavy sheets.

“Run Josie!” Lewis called, grabbing her arm and hauling her into a sheltered alleyway. Josie screeched as a large raindrop splashed down her neck, giggling at Lewis who was squinting against the sudden onslaught. Josie felt safe as he wrapped his arms around her, their wet clothes sticking against their bodies and Lewis’ white shirt becoming transparent. Josie blushed as she watched the muscles of his abdomen ripple as he laughed.

“That was a close one,” she admitted, averting her gaze back to Lewis’ face but he’d already noticed her looking.

“It sure was.” It was so easy to laugh with Lewis and Josie forgot all her worries about the war. In this moment it was just her and Lewis, pressed impossibly close together in an alleyway sheltering from the rain.

“Josie?” Lewis whispered, his breath fanning across her face. She looked at him noticing the way his lip quivered slightly and his eyes hovered above her head but wouldn’t meet her eyes.

“Lewis?”

“Josie, I… well I. You're a great girl Josie and…I had a really great time with you…” Lewis stumbled over his words and no longer resembled the confident intelligence officer she had met in Littlecote's driveway. As if Josie could sense what he was leading up to she grabbed hold of his collar, pulling him closer.

“I had a great time too.” She assured as she sealed their lips together. His lips were warm and comforting, not like anyone Josie had ever kissed before. She felt as though she was flying high above the clouds, the butterflies in her stomach lifting her far from the ground. When the pair broke apart Josie could still feel the imprint of his lips on hers.

“We should be getting back,” Lewis said, not even bothering to look at his watch, he was too lost in Josie’s eyes.

“Yes, we should.” Reluctantly the pair exited the alley, still arm in arm but closer than before and laughing joyfully back to the jeep

The drive home wasn’t long, although with blackout regulations Lewis drove impossibly slowly along the country lanes, whether it was for their safety or because he didn’t want the evening to end Josie wasn’t sure.

The headlights of the jeep were partly covered to comply with blackout regulations but still flashed upon the house, lighting it up from the end of the gloomy driveway. Josie felt her heart sink as they approached the two cars parked side by side on the driveway. Her father's black Rolls Royce parked menacingly by the front door, an ominous figure compared to the similarly green Austin parked beside it. Josie would recognise that car anywhere. It belonged to William Frederick Beaumont, or Will as Josie had always known him. William’s family had always been close to Josie’s family so naturally they had grown up together.

“Whose cars are in the driveway? Are your folks home from London?” Lewis asked, pulling the jeep up next to William’s Austin and cutting the engine.

“It’s my parents and a family friend. Look Lewis I had a wonderful time this evening…”

“Yes, I did too. It was swell and you’re a real lovely girl Josie. I…”

Josie interrupted Lewis, placing a hand against his strong, broad chest, “but I need to go.” She left a quick kiss on the intelligence officer's cheek, hurriedly gathering her dress into a bunch as she swung her legs out of the door, her feet hitting the gravel driveway with a loud crunch.

“Hey Josie, wait up!” Lewis hurried around to greet her, concern evident on his face. Josie felt her heart thudding frantically as he pressed her against his chest, his hand finding its way to her spine, running his fingers delicately along it.

Her eyes darted up to face him. “Lewis, I’m sorry I really need to…”

“JOSEPHINE, WHAT IN GOD'S NAME IS GOING ON?” Her father's voice bellowed, causing Josie to freeze in Lewis’ embrace.

“Lewis, you have to go, please,” Josie’s voice was desperate, she pushed her hands against his chest, pushing him further from her and back towards the jeep. She hated what she was doing to him, she hated herself for treating him like this but she wanted to spare him from her father's wrath.

“JOSEPHINE!” His voice bellowed again, she could hear his feet stomping furiously across the gravel creating a cacophony of crunches, the sharp little stones compressing under his large frame.

“By God, you’ve done it this time my girl. Out until God knows what hour, in the dark and with an American no less. You bring shame upon this family…”

“Please Sir, allow me to introduce myself. Lieutenant Lewis Nixon of the 101st Airborne Division. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Lewis thrust his large hand towards her father, the other remaining behind his back as he gave her father a dazzling smile. Josie didn’t know whether to admire his bravery or think he was completely bonkers.

“Did I say you could speak, Yank!” Her father snarled, his face contorted with rage. Lewis withdrew his hand, replacing it into his jacket pocket with a nod.

“Sir, I’m sorry for having your daughter out so late. We lost track of time but I can assure you my intentions for your daughter are honest and this will not happen again.” Lewis reached out to squeeze Josie’s hand reassuringly which she gladly accepted.

“Unbelievable!” Josie’s father grabbed hold of her arm, dragging her from Lewis’ grip despite his protest and pulling her towards the house.

“Mr Wills, please don’t do this. Let’s just talk about this,” Lewis called desperately. Josie could feel hot tears streaming down her rouged cheeks, her arm stinging under her fathers tight grip.

“You stay away from my family, Yank. We don’t need the likes of you around here,” Mr Wills shouted as he slammed the front door shut, blocking out the light from the hallway and leaving a rather dejected Lewis standing on the driveway.

The door slammed shut, screaming on its hinges and causing Josie to jump. Her hands shook and her breathing was rapid and shaky. She tried to dry her tears in the sleeve of her coat whilst her father paced up and down in front of her muttering to himself. His large frame towered above her and his brisk, heavy steps wore away at the hallway carpet.

“What the hell are you playing at? Do you have no respect for this family anymore?” He turned swiftly to glare at her but Josie just shook her head, keeping quiet. Josie had been through this drill before and while in the past she would have argued, shouted, and cried from the heavens about how unfair her life was, this time she didn’t. She felt humiliated. Lewis Nixon the only man she had truly felt a connection to watched as she was dragged helplessly away by her father. Would she ever see him again? Not if her father had his say she wouldn’t.

“And an American no less. You know they only want one thing from you Josephine! One thing!” His voice echoed through the halls and Josie only hoped that her mother and William were out of earshot.

“You humiliate this family and I will not have that. I will not have you sleeping your way through the entire US forces.”

Josie opened her mouth in a small squeak of protest but her father's harsh glare caused her jaw to slap shut.

“No, we will deal with this situation with grace and decorum. You are to be married as soon as possible to William. He is an excellent young gentleman, of good pedigree and he will look after you.”

Josie stared at her father in disbelief, the cogs of her mind turned ten to the dozen as she tried to process what he had said. William was a fine young gentleman of excellent pedigree, he was also very kind and funny and Josie did enjoy his company but she didn’t love him. Not like she had started to feel towards Lewis.

“But father please, William is wonderful but I do not love him.” Her father snorted, his large ruddy face wobbling as he chuckled.

“Love? What has love got to do with any of this? You are to marry William. We shall discuss the arrangements over breakfast in the morning. Now go straight to bed, I want you looking your best for your official engagement tomorrow.” And with that, her father hurried down the corridor to the room he shared with his wife, his broad shoulders barely avoiding near misses with the ornament cabinet as he hurried away.

Josie felt herself release the breath she was holding, she gasped as the salty tears returned, flowing freely down her cheeks as she tried to stabilise herself on the Chester draws in the hallway. She collapsed backwards, pressing herself against the door as she sobbed, short gasping breath escaped her burning lungs, as all the pain flowed freely from her. How could her father do such a thing? How could he be so cruel? Josie’s mind thought to her early question of whether she would ever see Lewis again after tonight but the answer didn’t matter anymore because she was to marry William and she’d have no choice but to say yes.

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moonlightazriel · 2 years

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2+2 /// Azriel X F!Reader

Summary: "Hey , Just read your new Fic and DAMN you nailed it 😭❤.....If your Requests are open Can u please consider my request of this one Like Azriel and reader have become newly parents of twins babies ( a boy and a girl ) And they slowly adjusting to their new life ...Azriel helping and taking care of reader and newly born babies....More of Dad and soft Azriel....And them being such a Loveyy doveyy Couple ❤🥺....I'm crying imagining this 😭💗"

Warnings: Mentions of blood, strees, pain and fluff

Word Count: 1,3K

Note: I'm obsessed with Dad!Az fics, i could spend my whole day only reading those.

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“Push!” Madja shouted and i did, pushed with all my strength, my body felt weak and i was covered in sweat, the air smelled like iron, duo the amount of blood in my legs. “Again!” A scream ripped through my chest, and i felt all my muscles being stretched, Az was holding my hand and wiping the sweat off my forehead.

“You’re doing great darling.” He reassured me, a small smile on his lips, soon i felt something being pulled out of me and a baby started crying, i breathed relieved, the warm tears wetting my cheeks. But the pain was growing again, something was wrong, Madja handed the baby to another healer and got in between my legs again.

“The second one it’s coming.” I looked at Az, he was pale and his eyes were wide. I started pushing again, feeling a pressure in my belly and on my legs, another scream escaped my lips as a felt the baby being pulled out of me again. Madja got up, a tiny baby on her hands, crying loudly, she again handed the baby to be cleaned and checked up. She started working on me and when she finished the other two healers appeared, handing the babies to us. The biggest baby was a baby girl, and the other, a boy, he was so small, both had the dark hair, tanned skin and tiny wings. “I don’t know how he managed to stay hidden during these months, but he’s as healthy as his sister.” Madja stated and we smiled at the babies. Az looked at me in awe.

“You really know how to surprise somebody don’t you?” He said, he was completely shocked, a smile dancing on his lips but i could see his shaking hands. “I love you, and i love our family so much.” My heart was filled with happiness and love.

2 days later

I opened my eyes, as i heard someone crying, pulling the covers off me, i started to get up but Az was faster. He disappeared into the darkness and came back with the two, Nikolai was crying and Nova was awake, holding her father’s finger. “I think they're hungry, i checked and they're both clean.” Sitting on the bed, i grabbed Nik and pulled him closer to my chest, the baby started sucking like he was starving, Nova was i little bit more gentle, and Az seated by my side, his hands squishing my thigh. “You look so beautiful.” He said all of sudden, and i turned to him.

“You just saying that because you love me and you have to, if you don’t want to sleep in the couch.” He laughed loudly, and i felt his love through the bond. When i discovered the pregnancy, i knew he was worried that he might be a terrible father like his was, but Azriel was more than excellent, he was the first to run whenever our kids cried, he always made sure that i was comfortable and rested. I was glad my kids had him as a father, i knew that nothing would ever happen to them, he would always protect us, no matter what.

“It’s true ok?” He said, pretending to be hurt. “Even now, that you’re half asleep and with disheveled hair, you’re the most pretty female i’ve ever seen. No one can compete with you, and to be honest, wouldn't even be a fair competition.” I smiled at him, and he grabbed Nik as he got out of my breast, he got up with him, hitting his back softly to make the baby burp, i did the same to Nova. “Maybe we should let them sleep here tonight, just in case they cry again.” He said, laying down, Nik in his chest and Nova on mine.

When i woke up the next day, the three we’re fast asleep yet, i got up, trying not to make any noise. I got in the bathroom, taking a relaxing bath, thankfully i wasn't feeling any more pain, Madja was coming in today to check on me and the babies. Az and the kids were awake when i got out 1 hour later. “Morning honey.” I said and he turned his attention to me.

“Did you sleep well?” I nodded, reaching for Nik, getting him ready for the day, Az took care of Nova. 10 minutes later, were all having breakfast. “I’m gonna get Madja and if i remember well, the IC is coming to meet the babies today.”

“Did you told them?” He denied, and i smiled. He kissed my forehead and left to get to the healers hall. I putted the babies on their chairs, to clean up the kitchen, making sure everything was ready for the day.

Later

“Do you feel any pain?”

“Not at all, is everything ok?” I asked, a little worried, Az was by my side, to make sure i was comfortable.

“Everything is just fine, the kids are alright as well. Looks like Nik is stronger than we thought. I guees Nova’s wings just hidded him, i apologise again for the misunderstantig.” Az looked at her and nodded.

“It’s okay, we couldn't be happier with them, thanks to The Mother that he is healthy.” Madja smiled, and started packing her things.

“If you need anything, just let me know.” We thanked her and Az took her back. The kids were sleeping and i decided to prepare something to our afternoon event, i ended up doing a cake and some pastries, along tea and coffee.

“You should be resting.” Az said, he was standing on the doorway, his arms crossed and i small smile plastered on his face. “Let me help you.” He grabbed the plates and started doing it for me, while i checked the kids. Rhys, Feyre and Nyx we’re the first ones to arrive, followed up by Mor and Elain, then Cassian and Nesta and lastly by Amren and Varian.

“Was everything ok?” Feyre asked, Nyx bouncing on her lap while Nesta played with him.

“Surprisingly easy, but still felt like my bones we’re being crushed.” The females laughed. “Are y'all ready to meet them?” I asked and i could feel all the eyes on me.

“THEM?” Cassian screamed, Rhys hit Cassian's head, telling him to be quiet while Az and i left to get the kids. When we enter the living room, everyone rushed to get to us. “Oh gods, they are so beautiful. Just like their mother.” Cassian joked and Az gave him a death glare.

“Before you all start to complain that we didn't tell you about having twins, it was a surprise to us too. Nova was born first and Nikolai came right after, we were as surprised as you all.” Az said and they smiled, soon our kids were passing from hand to hand. Azriel hugged me as we watched our family drooling over our kids.

“How long do you think it will take to Cassian start to beg Nesta for a kid of their own?” I whispered in his ear and he laughed loudly, pulling me closer.

“I think he’s already doing it.” He turned my head in their direction. Nesta was holding Nik and Cassian was looking at them, a goofy smile on his face while he said something to her. “Thank you.” He said and i turned to face him. “For everything, for loving me, choosing me and giving me this wonderful family. It’s all i ever wanted, thank you for making my dreams come true, i love you with my entire heart and soul, till the end of times.”

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27th Street- Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

Fluff, Barista! Reader, GN!Reader

It was a gloomy day in London. Gaz had just come back from his first mission with Price. It was exciting nonetheless. He couldn't go back to his flat, not yet at least. He needed energy, somewhere cozy just to pass time. It wasn't that he was afraid of being followed home, but he just needed to feel 'normal' again. The mission was hard, and he felt so out of his system, he wanted to feel like a civilian again. As he made way through the streets he found a new coffee shop. It was just right by his place anyways. So what's the harm in trying this, he thought.

It was a nice, warm shop. Inside books and some tables filled the place in. Three baristas worked this shift. He steps in, the sudden change in ambience startled him. And as he looked at the menu, you stood there. A kind smile on you, you waited as he looked through the menu. He sighed, finally giving up.

"a'right, so what do you recommend," he met your eyes. So kind and so sweet. "tough decision eh?" you giggle and look back at the menu then at him. "how about a...hm..you look like the kind to drink sweet, so...why don't I make a special one?" you look back at him, your smile still on. "why not." he reciprocated the smile. "alright so...it'll be a-"

"no..dont tell me.. I want it to be a surprise." he took his wallet out

"it'll be 4 quid...whats your name sir?"

"Kyle," he paid for the drink and sat at the near by table.

After some time, you walked up to him. "I call it the Kyle special." you handed it to him, the drink warm, the scent was mischievous. It smelled like a typical dark coffee, but when he tasted it, it was so sweet, not too sweet though. You waited for his reaction. "oh..my..I think I just found my favorite drink!". You grinned, proud of your work. "really? well thanks! the recipe is in your receipt, just incase." you winked and walked back to your station.

He walked back to the counter, " excuse me?" you turned around. "another one?" you asked, that same smile still on you. "Actually I was uh..I wanted to just say, that you are like very pretty. Too pretty to be honest." his cheeks gave away his own feelings. "well thank you, I have to say the same about you mister."

"is it okay if I ask..if maybe you'd like to go on a date with me? you can say no, just a thought after all" he was so nervous. And he had the right to be. It isn't everyday you find pretty people around the city.

"Of course, tell ya what, why don't you come back at around 11 and we can maybe go on a date then?" you wrote down your number and handed it to him.

And at exactly 10:59 he was outside, a small bouquet of flowers in his hand. After you said your goodbyes to your co workers, his face lit up as you made way to him. "well if it isn't my new favorite customer."

He blushed at your comment.

After hours of walking around and talking nonsense, he walked you to your place. "Well this is it, see you tomorrow?" You were the nervous one now. His comments, the way he treated you so far, had you slowly trusting him. "you mean I can come back around?" gosh did his cheeky smile make you blush. "yes, i would like to see where this goes."

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It's been a year, the best year of your life. You moved into his place like a week ago. You two met each others families. His mum adored you so much she started to ask him about when the church bells would ring. And the way he treated your parents, had you convinced this man was the one.

"Mr. (your last name), it's a pleasure to meet you, I'm Kyle." your dad was already impressed by such a small gesture. He was polite all night, making jokes with your dad. He even brought your youngest sister flowers. "wouldn't want your expectations to be low now do we?" she blushed so hard she pulled you aside and begged you to please let him come over more often.

Back at your shared flat, you two shared great memories. It was pure bliss. You two lived at 27th street. The most quietest little street in the city. It was there were you two kissed for the first time. Where he chased you in the summer with a water gun as passers watched you two run around. It happened to be the same street where you two laid on when you'd get drunk, or when it would rain. He'd hold your hand. By July, he carried a picture of you in his wallet. It was the same one he took in that street, the one where he was kissing you and you were smiling at the camera. His favorite memory. It was also the same night you told him you loved him.

Your eyes closed enjoying the rain, he wouldn't look at the dark sky, no, he looked at you, his darling, he smiled to himself. 27th street was the street where he knew he loved you and all your problems.

It was in that street where you two would argue the most in. "no Kyle, it is always the same thing. I want you, just you, and I get it, you have to save the world, every god damn time, but is it selfish to just want you around even when all else is shite?" " I have a job to do!". But it was also the same street where you two would cry in, hold each other and talk things out.

He was the one heartbreak you would be getting over your whole life. You swore you thought he was leading you on at times. One time you had the BIG argument. It was the hardest conversation with him so far. He left for another mission, and just minutes before he came back home, you left, packed your things and drove off. But then your phone buzzed, it was him. Soon you turned back on 27th street, you two sat on the roof talked about it all, the good and the bad. And as you two were now laying back in bed, the autumn air blew by, he held your hand. Squeezed it three times and kissed it.

Ever since, all else was the past. Just him and you against all. One night his team held a small get together, told him to invite the one he always talked about.

It was a Sunday after noon when he drove you both to his Captain's place. Everyone around was so..different...odd would've been a better word you thought. All from different parts of the world, wearing tattoos that spoke their own journeys. Soap ran to you. "if it isn't the lad/lass this one has been talking about." he greeted you, his hug was so..warm. "whats yer name again?"

"R/n."

"r/n, this one," soaps arm hung around Kyle's neck, "has been annoying the lieutenant about you, any chance he gets he is always mentioning you."

" 'oh yeah L.T., my r/n can do that, but better' " price mocked gaz

" 'C'mon L.T., even r/n would know better than that.' " Alejandro said

" 'R/n could probably fit through there, not you big one' " soap chuckled "he even told the L.T. how big he was and how you'd probably run faster than him, pissed him so much that gaz was on cleaning duty for a whole month."

"L.T. look, take a picture for my r/n!" the men all said at the same time, they all laughed.

The night went smoothly, you even met his lieutenant. You swore he hated you because of all the things Kyle would say, but he didn't.

After about 2 months since that night, you and him were walking by 27th street. He was a sweating mess. "Kyle?" you stopped in your tracks, his eyes full of tears. When you saw this your hands went to his face, your thumb caressing his delicate yet beautiful face. Last spring, you traced his features while he was sleeping, you memorized each scar. Every little detail of him. "whats wrong love?" But he couldn't speak. He wrote a whole speech. But now he was speechless.

"can I marry you?" his voice shaky. Your eyes opened wide, a single tear ran down your face, then a big smile fell upon your lips. "Yes! yes a million times...only if I can marry you!"

Once more, it was 27th street where you and him started a new journey together. The same street that gave you all you could ever want, the memories, the intimate moments where he'd share his stories as you two drank. The place where it all started.

'Cheers to 27th street.' Kyle raised his glass as he finished his toast. He played with the ring on your finger. You look at him, lifting your glass. Spouses for life.

"To 27th street." you said.

A/N: okay but to whoever asked for this...fucking thank you!

Is it sad that I cried because I would give my all top have this with him?yes but whatever

I feel like this wasn't exactly the request but lets ignore that

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!

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It will likely be that whatever story wins will be my main focus to work on for right now.

Sandstorm: SandStorm is a reader or Oc x dark aemond. She is from House martell and is Dornish. She is to be married to a lord in the tierarcy for her father's ambitions. However she is allowed to go on vacation to the Seven Kingdoms first, as part of her reward for following her duties. But she won't ever return from her trip. Aemond, who has become redacted has a plan to conquer dorne and it involves our Mc/Reader. Possibly a one shot. (Request!)

Gasoline: Gasoline is reader in modern kingslanding who searches for her addict sister Dyana. After a tip she stumbles into the criminal lair of Aegon II targaryen and his sadistic "problemsolver" Aemond. After it turns her father has become vice president of the Seven kingdoms after a successful assassination attempt, Aemond nor aegon want to see her go. Lots of gore and blood. Possibly mini series.

Fire & Blood: Follows the story of reader or Brienne Beesbury. She lives in the Red Keep and is close friends with the boy she educates, Prince Aegon. After a while she and Aegon and Aemond begin a agreement where they have sex with her. After the usurping of the throne and the murder of her father things change for Brienne and sees the boys for who they truly are...Big series

Pillars of salt: Maella Targaryen is the twin of Jacaerys and After a message from her best friend Floris she flies to storm end, to be with her for her last moments. She is shocked to discover it was all a plot by Aemond to capture her. Big series

Snow falls: Willa or reader has been living her life sheltered in the Wyldecrest keep in the North. Since her illness she has been in the castle. Something saved her life years ago but no one knows what. Aemond Targaryen comes over to gain support for his brother and to force a marriage alliance. Willas father is not interested and Aemond takes offense. He murders Willas family and takes her as his own reward. Very dark bookish aemond. Big series

The death of duty: Y/N is a maid in the red keep and not a very good i might add. She runs from chickens, drops foods, steps on peoples toes and is in general unfit to be even near noble people. She and Aemond met in the library and he offers her to either become his special servant or to get thrown out of the red keep before morning comes. (This was a request but i love it lol) darkAemond centric, mini series

Ashes burn: Y/N is a bastard of a city that Aemond is planning to take. He takes her as his bedmate and commits war crimes and forces her to join him in this (feeding orphans to his dragon, stuff like that) Until one day a certain Prince of Dragonstone who has been left traumatised and one-handed after his battle comes to liberate the town. Except he plans to make YN/Mc suffer first. deeply. (Starts as dark!Aemond central but ends in Dark!Jacaerys central) Mini series? ((second most recent work)

The spare: The spare is about Vaella who is the daughter of Daemon and Rhaenyra. Her twin sister took Aemonds eye and after this he has been obessed with both of them and making them pay. After the Greens take Kingslanding, Vaella and her sister are taken hostage with the plan that Aemond marries Alyssa, her twin. but things dont go according to plan. (Dark!Aemond fanfic and dark!Aegon fanfic) ends with ?????????? (theyre both fucked up here) mini series

Whispers of dragons: Y/N is Neserya Waters, when our story starts a 9 years old orphan from the streets of Kings landing who did what few can claim: She found a wild dragon and claimed it. The Targaryens are worried for this child and plan to make her their ally. Aemond takes a interest in her (hes 10) and purposes a marriage. Once he has his own dragon he drops her as dirt and she vows revenge. (Aemond central fanfic, but due to mc being unhinged this aemond is not dark at all) mini series perhaps ((WHISPERS HAS A EARLY FANFIC PHASE WARNING!)

Queen of king’s landing: Y/N is a nameless crime leader in the city of kingslanding and needs to try to free her father from the prison of kings landing. Things dont go accoding to plan (do they ever in westeros) ((dark! (spoiler) Aemond) Mini series.

Lion brat: Leyonara Lannister/Yn is the best example of a spoiled brat. After insulting Aemond/Aegon (calling aemond a ''one-eyed charity project'' and aegon ''a good for nothing drunk'') ((where is the lie?) she gets visted by the two brothers during the hour of the owl and is taught a few lessons about respect (Brought back from the grave for my friend) ((while they are very domish in this story they are absolutely not dark) (aegon/aemond endgame??)

First night: Bessie was once a lady from a noble house and got kidnapped by dotraki. A boy of her age was her only friend during these terrifying times and after he became Khal, the two of them fell in love. After the fall and massacre of his Khalasar the two returned to Westeros. Now they have hosted a wedding and are ready to become one soul. A king and a prince show up at their wedding, arent pleased with bessies lies and decide to call back in a horrible tradition known as the first night. (????oc endgame) mini series

Here's my masterlist with almost all stories listed here in case you wanna read something before voting for it but its not like a need. You can vote on title, on pairing, on darkness, on plot, i dont mind xx

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