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#the forehead touch has me weak im crying and throwing up
seiwas · 5 months
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HELLO I AM ON MY KNEES FOR YOUR IWA THE SUBTLE PDA i am such a pda enthusiast BUT YES YES i can only think of iwa when he's with oikawa but HE WOULD SO OFFER UP HIS SEAT to the pregnant/elderly and play it off as oh dw i enjoy standing more, throws in a little smile and wink at you (and when you casually lean your forehead against his stomach and he caresses your head) and i KNOW he would look so hot with his legs crossed casually too like the figure 4 type of crossed leg
HE WOULD NEVER RAISE HIS VOICE ON YOU god forbid or he would duct tape his mouth shut for the rest of his life (but only after giving you so many soft kisses)
WHEN HE'S GOOD WITH KIDS>>>>>>>>>> stop i will buy the rings rn
the arm on the back of the sofa or behind your seat as he backs out (HE LIKES TO USE IT AS HIS EXCUSE TO LOOK AT HOW PRETTY YOU LOOK SITTING IN HIS PASSENGER SEAT!!!!!)
small tattoo. MAYBE THE 'RULE THE COURT' BECAUSE HE'S SENTIMENTAL LIKE THAT god small tattoo on the back of his neck so has to be canon i'm petitioning furudate RIGHT NOW
AND ALSO YOU'RE SO REAL WITH WANTING IWA AS YOUR HUSBAND BUT OIKAWA AS THE FATHER OF YOUR CHILDREN YOU ARE SO SO REAL (i also need to update that because i am LYING if it's only kenma samu oikawa (and iwa))
gosh i feel so like the adrenaline is rushing rn talking about iwa
i love iwa in muscle shirts i love iwa in loose clothing i love iwa in compression clothes i love iwa in athletic wear i love iwa shirtless i love iwa
AND I KNOW IWA HAS SHORTER HAIR BUT IMAGINE IF HE GREW IT OUT SOME AND HAD IT DOWN IMAGINE HOW HOT THAT WOULD PLEASE MS SEL PLEASE
speaking of shirtless iwa...... we cannot forget the rippling back muscles AND THE ARMS THE VERY VERY BITEABLE ARMS AND SHOULDERS
oh oh oh and loose tie iwa loose tie iwa plagues my mind BUTTON UP DRESS SHIRT WITH THE TOP BUTTONS UNBUTTONED, TIE PULLED LOOSELY FROM HIS NECK his collarbone peeking through and he just looks so so hot
i just had another thought but iwa kissing you senseless......... your back is pressed against a wall but his mind is just as blank and his fingers are moving just desperate for more of you more of the way you melt for him more of the way you become so weak for him more of the way that all he wants is to feel you and touch you and asldfkajsdlfkjdf
ALSO GOJO LEVELS OF MANSPREADING HAD ME CACKLING SDLFKSJDFLSDKFJ that man would do splits on the sofa if he could HAHAHAHHAHHAHAHA
love letters and little notes in his cute and messy handwriting that you would recognize anywhere an the little doodles he tries to add with motivational saying and quotes to help you get through a hard day
THE MIRROR SELFIES HE WOULD SEND YOU
lax stance but his arms look so good and his face is turned at an angle just right that you see his super well defined jawline and adlfasdfasdlfaskdf
THIS GOT SO LONG AGAIN but please i have a newfound love of gushing about iwa with you thank you for indulging this :3
omf. koi i- omf.
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I THINK IWA GETS... kinda shy with outright pda just bc he doesn't want to attract attention 😭 buT yEAH! he's so smooth w being well-mannered im cryinG RN SNIFFLING the little smile and wink IS KILLING ME ... when u lean ur head on his stomach omg........ smth so intimate with that... sigh AND HE REALLY WOULD LOOK SO HOT SITTING LIKE THAT LIKE . EXCUSE ME. maybe 4 will just always look good on him.
YES OMFG I THINK. THE FIRST TIME HE DOES IT IT DEFINITELY ISN'T ON PURPOSE 😭 he's just a little stressed... but he feels so bad for it afterwards omfg pls.
how pretty u look in his passenger seat PLS SHOOT MEN NWO SHGDFBSA my top 1 subtle intimacy gesture for iwa is hand on thigh while drive. plEASE TAKE ME AWAY. when he does this. with good music playing. and the vibes are immaculate. i could die.
shbgsdfj THERES JUST SMTH ABT IT I THINK!! the attentiveness of iwa as a husband is so pure, so beautiful, so... in love LIKE !! the acts of service man he is... BUT ALSO oikawa as a dad just imagining a lil girl who looks just like him, who puts his hair in mini pigtails, who he chases around the house and carries on his back only to put them back down and tickle them LIKE HJAHFABHBFHASHJF MY GOD
i just love him koi oh my god in anything nothing everything whatever !!!!
omg ..... iwa w a bit of longer hair.......... if he did a lil comma hair w it.... i would simply fade away and have him grip it tightly when he's working out too OOOOOO.. this is it.... the end of my days,......... pls do not even start w his muscles i think my brain would melt. oh my god..........
loose tie iwa is another SIGHT MY GOD. IMAGINE attending an event with him and u get home... he's tired... downs a class of water on the couch... and ure tipsy so maybe just a lil bit more touchy w him than normal... and u go on his lap w his legs spread out... collar unbuttoned like u said... tie loose... collarbones peeking i am... oh i am....
i cant believe u went to the kissing koi i would literally die. i cant even answer this. my mind is going INSANE. i just know he grips ur waist rlly tight. grips ur thighs. hips. JUST GRIPS. hand on neck too... oh the hand on neck im GOOOOONEEEEEE
and hIS GYM SELFIES PLS OMFG. dont even GET ME STARTED. his jawline ????? CUT ME OPEN. i ASHFVAGSFHGjk pls oh my god i just know he's perfected all his gym poses from doing it so much while he was taking progress shots in college
PLS KOI I LOVE HIM feel free to gush abt him anytime w me i STG
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romanxffs · 2 years
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crying and throwing up at the way makkari runs to druig at normal pace instead of using her super speed after realizing he’s not dead
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pufflocks · 3 years
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omega bokuto ( change the character to whoever you wish too ) who's in heat and is surrounding himself in a 'nest' which consists of his boyfriend's clothing. he can't help but rub against your boxers as he imagines himself being fucked by you. he wants his big strong alpha to help him. he desires your touches, your kisses and your dic-
idk if this is how requests work i- im sorry if i did it wrong bby and i can change it to sfw or something else if you want
Summary: This is beautiful, hush up. I gotchu original gangster I gotchu. 🤝
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Warnings: NSFW { omegaverse } • proof read
Cast: Alpha!M!Reader x Omega!Bokuto
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When you left to pick up groceries for your omega, whom was by the way in his early heat. You've mated in the past, but somehow this particular week has already started off extreme.
Your inner gut was wary of leaving Bokuto home, but the house has been empty of food so now you are where you are.
Currently your omegen lover was in a huge cluster of laundry. His very old baby blanket, a stuffed animal specifically for these occasions – and last but not least, your clothes.
Some people would much rather wash any type of clothing that belongs to their significant other. He was a bit different. He likes the musky smell of your athletic wear and the ting of sweat from your hoodie that you wore in summer. You of course did that on purpose - your pheromones coming off more pungent and terrific if you did sweat. Wouldn't have another way if you asked him, since any cologne you wore throws him off completely.
Back to the restless omega himself however — more than restless. He was deathly slick in his shorts making it slip and glide down his very spent legs. Koutaro's legs honestly felt like a sore thumb along with his throbbing member. Doing the same damage just as his arse, leaking clear juices everywhere.
Raspy breathing could and would be heard if another soul stepped into your guys room as he bites his peach lips in earnest of letting go any type of call for his alpha. How he wanted you right here with him, though he knows you left just for him. It doesn't make it any better though.
"Mm‐ I want m' alpha." His mumbling is a near cry for help as the irritating pain is exquisite to his joints. He needs you now ! Rubbing himself is now very uncomfortable because the cloth of his boxers is making his dick feel raw as if there is no skin there to rub against anymore.
Thankfully you come through clutch a few 15-ish minutes later with extra necessities like small fruits and vegetables. Just in case, you bought some suppressants he may need after a nap. You make quick action to take off your jacket and close the door behind you. Then there it is. His scent. It had gotten thicker and more sour sweet once you had left. Which he smelt of nothing in particular. Just home-y and comfortable to your nose to lure you in. You, his mate particularly.
And it works with you following his smell to your shared room. Creaking the door open slightly to not scare him with your much bigger frame, since his senses were very high in his heat. Events have occurred where you had scared him and he looked like a fluff owl.
Walking towards the lump on the floor by the very edge of the bed you can see bits of his bi colored black and white hair. The sweat causing his usual high ends to stick to his forehead.
"Omega." You sing song to him as you kneel down to his slightly panting form. His response being of a small chirp and grunt, making you let out a throated chuckle. Your hand is out to brush his hair when he unexpectedly rises. Not fast, his stamina is still low, but fast enough to be a bit startled yourself.
In hushed tones you smile. "You needed me ? I see you're not doing too well this week, hm ?" He nods wearily. Your poor Koutaro was craving you and you had left him at home by himself untended to.
"Nest–" his request was paused as he felt a trickle of slick run down his legs for the umpteenth time. He cringed slightly squeezing his legs together a bit. "Alpha." He whines.
You understand as you take his weak arms and wrap them around your neck. He hums in approval when you start to blow on his slicked forehead. The cold air making him sigh but furrow his eyebrows.
Honestly who knows why omegas did this to themselves. They seem to want to be surrounded by heated areas like their nests - even if they are sweating by nature. It's alright though. You have no harm and problem with letting him sweat this all out. Since you are his lover and caretaker of certain times.
"'M gonna take your underwear off. Okay Kou ?" Koutaro nods his head on your shoulder. Good sign because you make quick movement to take all his clothes off in the process. His pleas of doing other was hushed when you did the same to yourself. Closing the space between one another – trying to bypass the small slick puddle with your legs. "Want my knot, babes ? Or do you want to rest and take your medicine when you wake up ?" You ask. Patiently waiting while idly rubbing circles on his lower waist and back. Heavy hands of yours feeling comforting to him.
Koutaro's pheromones get more pungent when you say that. The thought of a knot in his oh so wet hole sounds nice. More than nice since he gets hungry after heat sex, and you just went shopping so win win.
You noticed the eager smell of him and laughed to yourself as he runs his sweaty heady under your chin, for clarification. "Okay then. 'M gonna hump slowly because I know you ain't comfortable with goin' fast during your – times." He smiles at that. You always respected his boundaries and needs slash wants during his monthly cycles. The relationship you both had in general was a big notice of that.
And he's glad he has such a big alpha to protect him.
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sicjimin · 3 years
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Sickie Jimin Caretaker JK
“C-can you please come home? I don’t feel good.”
“Shhh. Hey, I’m right here. You’re safe. I’m not gonna let anyone hurt you.”
“No, please, it’s so cold…” “I know, honey, I’m sorry. We’ve gotta get your fever down, though, or it’s gonna get even worse.”
A.N : skdhsjds im sorry the ending is so lame TT
🐰🐥🌡
Jimin runs as soon as his manager dropped him off. He throws his bag mindlessly on the entry door and going straight to the bathroom as vomit already filling up his cheeks.
"Uurrkk-", he retches as soon as he meets with the toilet, hugging it tightly when another heave immediately erupted from him. His lunch splashing loudly against the clear water, soiled it with the brown chunky liquid. The sight making him shuddered.
He tries not to throw up again but once more, his stomach churn and a loud retching sound follow. Bringing more of his stomach content pouring out until it's empty.
The toilet is a mess right now with all of his vomit. He exhales shakily as he managed to lift his head up after nausea subsided, flushes all of his food down to drain, and slumps against the toilet seat.
If he didn't feel bad this morning that he still managed to go to work, he's sure now. He feels light-headed. Dizzy to be frank. The room is tilting even though he closed his eyes.
And the bathroom is cold. Very cold that he unconsciously clattering his teeth, even though he hadn't taken off his coat.
He's sweating now. His forehead, cheeks, neck are drenched in sweat. Tears prick his eyes. A sudden wave of sadness crashing over him.
He feels awful.
He fishes a phone in his coat. He didn't want to be alone. Heck, he's not even sure he could get out from this bathroom without fainting. He presses the button through his bleary eyes.
It's not hard since he had him on fast-button.
" Hyung?", Jungkook voice filling the bathroom. Jimin wants to cry.
"Kook ..", he replies. His voice is too weak for his liking. He put the younger on speaker. His hand is too tired to hold it.
" Hyung.. are you okay? why are you calling me?"
Jimin could feel vomit building up back on his throat. He swallows it down. The feeling isn't really helping with any kind of nausea.
"Can you come home anytime soon?", he asks. He slowly scoots closer to the toilet again. Spitting thick saliva that filling his mouth.
He hears the younger's voice.
"Why? Did something happened?", Jimin could detect worry on the younger tone. He inhales deeply, wanting to open his mouth to answer but instead his stomach clenched, making him pitched forward and vomit spilling from his mouth. He gasps, but another round immediately following in.
" Shit .. hyung are you sick?", Jungkook almost yells at the other side. Jimin tries to stop the heaves that he had just given himself.
"Yes .. i don't feel good, Kook", he managed to mumble despite the swirling in his stomach that urging another sick to come out.
Jimin heard shuffling in the background and some talking.
" I'll be here soon hyung! Wait for me", Jungkook says before hanging up.
He huffs, leaning his head against the toilet, resting his body. Closing his eyes shut tight and taking shallow breaths.
Jimin feels horrible.
Jimin didn't know how long he has dazed off. All he knows is he had a horrible nightmare, a very horrible one that makes him jolts awake. His stomach churns again and now here he is. Throwing his guts out again in between sobs.
"Sshh hyung, i'm here", the familiar voice reaching his ears, as gentle touch going circle on his back, rubbing it as he heaves bile into the toilet.
" Kook?", he croaks out.
" Yes, hyung", the younger answers. And Jimin breaks. He lets himself slumped against the younger, clutching his shirt tightly with his shaky fingers so Jungkook won't disappear.
"I'm here hyung.. you're safe. No one is gonna hurt you, okay?", Jungkook whispers, stroking Jimin's back softly.
Jimin nods shakily and Jungkook continues doing so, rocking them gently with him whispering soft words of encouragement and comforting words.
" I feel horrible, Kook ..", he says in between hiccups. Nuzzling himself further as he tries to control his ragged breaths.
"I know hyung .. you're burning up", Jungkook replies soothingly, brushing Jimin's blonde lock away from sticking on his forehead.
"Let's get you cleaned up, okay?", Jungkook says again as he tried to take of Jimin's coat.
" Noo", Jimin whines, tugging the coat closer to his body, "It's cold, Kook"
Jungkook sighs, "I know, honey, i'm sorry. But we had to get your fever down, or it's gonna get even worse", he says gently caressing Jimin's hair.
Jimin doesn't say anything and just nods, giving up to argue. He let Jungkook do whatever he needs to do.
Even wiping his face with lukewarm water. It feels nice. And fresh.
" Nah, you're done. Can you stand up Hyung?"
Jimin shakes his head, " 'm dizzy"
Jungkook hums understandingly as he carefully getting Jimin by his arms. Jimin leans his weight on the younger. He wraps his arm around Jimin's waist to support his weight. As they made their way to Jimin's bed.
It feels like a long trip there for Jimin. He pants by the time he gets into his bed, immediately curling himself small. Jungkook tucks him under the blankets.
"Do you need anything?", Jimin shakes his head, "Okay then, sleep hyung" Jungkook kisses him on the temple, smoothing the hair back from his face before standing up and heading towards the door.
"I will get medicine and make something for you to eat, okay?"
"No ..", he slurs out, curling his fingers tight on Jungkook's sleeves. But he's feeling sleepy and his eyes heavy, growing heavier every second. And he falls asleep.
And Jungkook is still there.
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burnedbyshoto · 4 years
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Can I request a self conscious chubby Shouto? Reader gives him kisses on his tummy and reassures him about his weight?
tw: shouto has poor body image, fluff, angsty
shouto had been hospitalized for five months.
after what was most definitely the most horrific villain attack seen on live tv against only one hero, the doctors never shut up about how he was lucky to have won, how lucky he was to be alive. it was far after the days that recovery girl had passed, and with no healing quirk having matched her ability it had been a long five months in hospice care.
he had spent one month in a coma and the next four just healing. it had been a hard four months, his body almost refusing to move, black and yellow bruises covered his body still, and the diet... the diet they had him on was one that was supposed to help him gain weight. it was to help with his healing and aid with the muscle gain he was going to need in order to be where he once was - he understood that and he appreciated the doctors doing what was best for him but he didn’t understand how he went from his strong, toned, and lithe form to one with flappy arms, pooling thighs, and a tummy so large he couldn’t see his toes without leaning forward. he never thought he would hate that he couldn’t see his jawline anymore, that he could hate that he couldn’t sit up without feeling his stomach, hate that he was so hungry all the time. he hated that he was so... he was so—
“welcome home!” you cheered merrily, guiding shouto back into the house that had been without his presence for almost half a year.
he tried to focus on you and only you, your mindless babble about how you had learned how to make cold soba noodles for him while he was in the hospital (although you made sure to insist that they weren’t that good so to not get his hopes up, but shouto was tittering on being excited and nauseous at the thought of having endless cold soba), how you had temporarily moved the master bedroom into the closest room to the front door and kitchen just in case he wasn’t ready to move that much, how you had accidentally broken the sliding door but had his brother come and fix it for you, and of course just how happy and grateful you were that he was out. shouto tried to stay engaged but he could feel the eyes scorching on his back, the nosy neighbors and paparazzi who wanted the first pictures of him since his release.
he hated this, he hated his body right now, and their judgmental gaze burned him from the inside out. for over twenty years of his life he had never been without muscle on his body and now... now he was... he was—
“watch your step, you’re been limping again, I don’t want you to trip,” came your gentle voice, your foot planted on the stair and the other on the floor as if to support him in case he fell. like you could keep him upwards if he did, he bitterly thought.
regardless, shouto gave you a gracious half smile and carried through, stepping up to the stair and flinching when he felt that skin he was still starkly unfamiliar with move. but the moment the front door closed behind the both of you, shouto felt empty.
the rest of the day was filled with shouto adjusting to the house once more. adjusting to the way the floors creaked under his feet, of how you always waited for him to enter through the doorways instead of attempting to go through them with him, of how you lingered behind him with conscious eyes and nervous fingers. he knew you were worried, it was as obvious as the sun during a summer heat wave, but it offered him no comfort... it only made him feel worse, made him graze his fingers against his... his...
“why don’t you take a shower?” you suggest, your hands grabbing the dishes on the table. you had made soup, he was still to be on a mostly liquid diet until next week. “I bet this has been exhausting, and if you shower then I can shower and we can sleep early tonight!”
shouto strained a smile again, his tongue still failing to speak. he hasn’t spoken a word in weeks, but you never seemed to grow angry at his lack of words thankfully. his eyes fluttered close when you leaned across the table and pressed a kiss to his cheek, his body shivering both at the familiar contact that he loved and the aching pain that continued to be suppressed.
showering nearly killed him.
feeling the way that his body now worked within the confines of the small room made his head spin. he hated that he couldn’t merely twist his body anymore, he had to completely turn around. he hated that he had to use more body wash, his hands shaking when he maneuvered around the fat that had built on his stomach, the stretched skin that fell on his thighs and arms.
stretch marks... as if the scar on his face wasn’t enough.
with a shaky sigh, he turned off the water and exited the shower.
he wasn’t feeling too bad with the warm water soaking into his skin, but he made the mistake of looking into the mirror as he made his way back to the room.
a mistake.
a mistake.
a mistake.
his eyes bore into his figure, was this really him? he could barely recognize himself. this... this had to be a mistake, there was no way this was him. his hands pressed to his side, hoping that this was all a figment of his imagination, just some twisted depression that was keeping him bound to the worst of this all.
but his hands fell on his body right where he had hoped they wouldn’t, and something snapped within him.
CRASH!
shouto didn’t even realize that he was panting like some rabid animal, his body trembling with extreme force, and the room covered with ice and burn marks. he collapsed forward, suddenly feeling weak, and with every ragged breath tears pricked at the back of his eyes, threatening to fall out but wouldn’t.
he was...
he was f--
“shouto? are you okay in there?”
he couldn’t even bother turning his head to look over at the opening door, but had he, he would’ve seen the way that your head peeked in, your eyes focused with concern, sympathy, and love. he focused on his hands, the white of his gripping knuckles, and the bulge of his veins.
“I-I’m okay,” he finally spoke, his head remaining low, horrid thoughts plaguing his head as the cold hallway air drafted into the room sending shivers down his spine - not that he reacted to it.
“that’s a lie if I ever heard one,” you sigh, not even trying to give him the satisfaction of believing his lie. but again, that was a quality he loved about you. “I won’t press because i’m sure this has been an overwhelming day for you, but... i’m here for you, shouto, you know?”
it was then that your hand pressed against his spine, and shouto felt his soul leave his body.
he didn’t want you touching him like this, he thought, storming away, trying to avoid your worried look as he pushed past you.
no not like this, his eyes clenched and his fists trembled at his side.
he was ugly, he gasped for air as he entered the room, his vision swimming.
he was... he was--!
“please don’t cry... please don’t cry without telling me why you’re upset!” your voice begged and shouto hated how distraught you sounded. “are you in pain?”
“no. well, not really.”
“is this happening too fast? were you discharged too soon?”
“no... i’m fine.”
it’s....
“was it the food? I know i’m still learning, but I didn’t think the food was that bad!”
“n-no, not that...”
it’s because...
“then what’s going on, sho?”
“it’s because i’m fat!” shouto finally spat, his body shaking with exploding emotion, steam spilling from his body as if he was fighting some evil villain.
his face was set in stone, a look of pure emotionlessness as long as you didn’t look into his eyes. as long as you didn’t know that sad glint in his eyes meant that he was emotionally beyond repair right now. he saw your mouth drop, most likely to ease any ‘untrue’ thoughts that danced on his mind. he didn’t want to hear it.
“I am, y/n, i’m fat. my clothes don’t fit and I have to wear these... throw away clothes! the doctors said im almost twice my usual weight. I-I have fat in places I didn’t even know existed, my stomach is so fucking huge i’m surprised kaminari hasn’t sent me some pregnant meme by now, and it took all my energy to just shower today. i’m fat!” shouto heaved, his forehead covered in cold sweat while glaring at the wall to the left of your head. he couldn’t look at you right now, not after that outburst.
the silence lingered thickly in the air, corroding the muscles in his throat, making his heart flutter in anxiety driven pulses while you shifted from foot to foot, your teeth gnawing at your lower lip. he wanted to apologize to you, for what he didn’t know but he felt bad. his actions were halted by you sharp inhale, and that kind strong smile that fell on your face.
“...well, im not going to fight you on that, but i’m glad you spoke your mind,” you said softly, your hands moving to grip each other while you tried to save face in front of him. it was obvious that you hadn’t even thought that which made shouto feel even guiltier. “I’m going to shower, so please get ready for bed, yeah? we’ll talk more once we’re in bed and relaxed a bit!”
shouto’s nostrils flared, his heart squeezing at the fact that you still showed him such kind and soft love, and so he nodded his head in agreement.
“I won’t take long,” you promised about your shower, and shouto smiled even if a bit emotionlessly before your lips pressed softly against his. “be right back, get ready.”
he wasn’t sure how long it took him to get ready and for you to join him in bed, but his eyes were opened and he was staring off at your side of the bed as you climbed into bed. the gentle, warm, and cool scent of your hair wash and body wash drafted into his nose, a very welcoming smell after months of knowing only the sterile smell of bleached walls and floors.
“you ready to talk?” you asked him, and shouto blinked once, twice, his sight refocusing on your shining eyes and furrowed brow. he knew immediately that you had a lot to speak on, most likely creating some sort of script to follow.
“no,” shouto couldn’t help but say, his own worries forgotten for a moment when the natural need to tease you infiltrated his veins. “but i’m ready to hear you talk.”
your lips pursed, twitching in a way that made it obvious to him at least that you were resisting the urge to verbally attack him. 
“five months ago, I thought I was going to lose you.” you began, your eyes uncharacteristically dropping from his own gaze and trailing down his body, as if in disbelief that he was even here. your hands moved to his chest, pressing softly onto the skin that he was hateful towards. “when I got the news that you had been hospitalized, and that you had gone into a coma... I wasn’t sure what to think. but you woke up before I knew it and then four months went by after you woke up, and i’ve been so... grateful that you survived that I hadn’t even bothered to think about how you must be feeling about this entire thing. I know this is a lot of change, its a lot of change, and I don’t know how to really help, but this is what I think.”
shouto felt his breathing nearly stop as your fingers trailed down the fat on his arms, his chest and his stomach. your eyes almost shyly met his and you pressed a kiss to his lips, unwilling to allow him to think for a second that this was just some staged thing. 
“your weight doesn’t define you. your weight doesn’t make you less desirable. does your weight make you fat? sure, it completely does, but there’s nothing wrong with being fat. fat is not ugly, fat is not weak, fat is not less. bodies need fat, its basic biology. without fat we can’t exist, we can’t do anything, and sure right now you have more than you’ve ever had - but it’s okay, you’re still healthy and that is what matters. i mean look at fat gum! sure, he needs to be fat in order for his quirk to work, but nevertheless, he’s fat and he’s a pro hero. he’s healthy and still he’s fat. if you would rather be skinny than fat, that’s okay, you can choose what you want to be, as long as it’s done with good intentions. at the end of the day you’re still my shouto, you’re the man I know and love because fat determines none of that. I love the fat on your body as much as I loved the abs because either way it’s you.”
the words rang heavy in his ears, all thoughts and reasons he had seemingly disappeared the moment the last word was said. and tears fell from his eyes when you kissed every spot on his body that he had once been dreadfully insecure about. every kiss to his stomach sent butterflies through every cell, every soft breath spreading chills until he was gasping for breath - until you were finally back to his face and pressing kisses to his face until he wrapped you closer.
“I love you in any form you take.”
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a/n: it may not be my place to share this with you, but while writing this it actually reminded me of a ted talk I had seen once. I think its a very good talk, and dismantles a lot of mainstream thoughts about self love which I at least thought was important. if you were able to make it to the bottom of this, I suggest checking it out because as this video re-taught me, fat is not a synonym for ugly, and we should stop believing that it is.
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themadauthorshatter · 3 years
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SOOOOOOO, I have seen a lot of Henry Stickmin AU'S, and while this one already exists, I feel like it doesn't get enough love, damn it!
While I'm a fan of Toppat!Henry, I propose to you all MY take on TOPPAT!CHARLES! (Even though I made headcanons for Insane!Charles a while back😅) I will also be following the headcanon that Henry is a selective mute and signs more than he talks, though I will add that he makes sounds when he needs to communicate with someone who can't sign, sounds like "Tss! Tss!" or similar hisses, shushing, clicking, coughing, and other sounds of the nature.
I'll be adding some dialogue here and there to add more to the scenes and to put more context into the story.
With that out of the way,
THE STORY:
For context, this would take place if Triple Threat became a thing before the Toppat clan went into orbit. Reginald Copperbottom would be arrested, the airship taken down, and Right Hand Man fixed up with his cybernetics with either Sven or Burt as his second in command.
With guidance from Charles outside, Henry and Ellie try to kill two birds with one stone: stop the launch and arrest the clan.
It goes well in the beginning, until Henry and Ellie run past a window and give a signal that they're okay right as two toppats sneak up behind them.
"Guys, watch out! There's-"
Before he can warn them, he's either shot down or pulled down by Right, Henry and Ellie being apprehended and fighting the two toppats as they watch the helicopter falls to the ground. Ellie is surprised and terrified, but Henry has a stronger reaction, falling to shocked silence before being more desperate to fight off the toppats.
"Henry! HENRY! SNAP OUT OF IT!"
Though they knock out both toppats, cracking one of the windows in the the process, Henry continues to punch the one that jumped him, only stopping when Ellie pulls him off and tells him that Charles might still be alive, due to the static and talking through the ear pieces, and that they might be able to still at least arrest the Right Hand Man.
Henry gestures for her to stop the rocket before taking one of the toppat's weapons to break the window and runs off to find Charles, which is easy to do since there's a smoke column from the crash.
Jump to Charles, a few minutes back in time to around the same time Ellie and Henry are fighting off the toppats.
Despite being a little disoriented from crashing, Charles gets out of the helicopter and tries to call for Henry and Ellie on his head set, only to feel the barrel of a gun against the back of his head.
"I wouldn't do that, if I was you, kid."
Charles holds up his hands before curb stomping his foot- or trying to- and whhels around to punch him.
Right catches his hand mid swing and throws him on his back to the ground, similar to how Right threw Henry in the Free Man ending of CtM, and makes Charles even more disoriented.
Right gets cocky and gloats, which, honestly, I don't blame him for because he just plucked a helicopter from the sky.
"You're a brave one, kid. C'mon. Let's see whatcher' made of."
Charles rolls to his stomach and tries to get up, but this is a diversion to try to hide that he's trying to call for backup, more specifically Henry because he heard the "conversation" between Ellie and Henry, though he'll take any help he can get. (Note here, I do not know how military personnel ask for help, so bear with me)
"R-Requesting back... backup. Man... Man down. I'm injured. Send. HELP."
Right notices him staying on his hands and knees and taking a little too long, and realizes what he's doing.
"You sneaky little RAT!"
Right kicks Charles in the face and throws his headphones away before stomping on his back.
Jump back to Henry, who has been running before he finds a jeep or motorcycle and drives that to fund Charles, having heard his call for backup before Right destroyed his headphones.
He also hears from Galeforce, who informs him that Ellie has been critically injured trying to stop the launch, having taken a bullet to the rib (as in the bullet itself is lodged IN her rib, a very lucky shot that could have killed her), and, due to the increase in casualties and people getting injured, he is calling for a retreat as the mission has failed.
With a hoarse, frustrated cry, Henry flings out the ear piece and speeds up whatever vehicle he's driving. At this point, he's about to break because the mission was going well, but it's crashed and burned, so his thought process here is, 'I failed the mission, but I won't fail Charles.'
Back to Charles, who is trying to fight off Right, but is severely outmatched due to having no augmentations, having been crashed in a helicopter, and having several injuries. Whatever hit he throws, Right blocks it and pushes him back. He then gets a call from Burt, or anyone on the intercom system, and Charles overhears.
"Hey, chief? We're about to launch soon. What's taking you so long?"
"Don't worry about it," Right replies as he watches Charles barely cling to consciousness and try to get back up. "Just leave a hatch open for me as long as you can."
Tired, injured and determined to stop Right, at the very least, Charles screams as he rushes toward Right and throws his hardest punch into the human half of Right's face, actually throwing the cyborg off guard. Right catches him as he starts to fall again, Charles proud at the punch he threw, and picks him up by his hair.
"You've got some guts, I'll give you that, but not enough brains to go with it."
Charles only gives a grimace as he reaches behind him and pulls out the gun Right threatened to shoot him with.
"How's this for brains?" He asks with a smirk.
Before he can pull the trigger, Right slaps the gun away with his cybernetic hand and breaks Charles's wrist before smashing him into the ground and stomping on his head. He then stands and turns Charles onto his back with his foot, noting that he's a hair's length away from unconsciousness and, more importantly, that he's a part of the government, WITH HENRY.
Speak of the devil, Henry somewhat crashes the vehicle he's in and rushes over to Charles, only to see Right standing over him.
"DON'T YOU DARE!"
Henry pulls out a gun, but Right gives him a look that says, 'bitch, really?' before turning to look at the sky, the announcement from the rocket blaring, "Launch in t-minus 10 minutes."
"You remember Reg?" Right inquires. "The clan's last leader? The guy you arrested?"
Henry looks down at Charles, who smiles at him with bloody teeth and tears in his eyes.
Right puts his foot down on Charles's neck, pressing down only enough to cause irritation.
"I really liked Reg. Yeah, he was loud and annoying sometimes, but the guy knew what he was doing."
He looks over to see Henry turn his head in suspicion, noting his eyes darting between him and Charles as Right presses his foot down more.
"Better than the last leader, I mean. I cared about him. He knew how to take care of the clan. Got it back on its feet. And you took 'im away, even when he offered you the entire clan."
"Sh-shoot him, Henry!"
Right and Henry both look down to see Charles trying to push Right's shoe off his neck with his good hand, which causes the latter the run forward.
"Don't." Right's cybernetic hand transforms into a sword and he points it directly at Charles's forehead, snipping off a little bit of his hair.
Henry stops dead in his tracks and points the gun again, Right pressing his foot down harder and causing Charles to cough.
Henry shots, but misses because of that shield Right used in the bounty hunter ending, and, because he's stressed and his voice his heavily strained, lets out a, "TSS!"
Right eyes Charles and kneels down, putting mire weight on Charles and also increasing the chance that Henry misses him, with how close he is to his friend (we all know how bad of a shot Henry is). "Yeah. Reg wasn't exactly the smartest guy, either." He transforms the sword back into his hand and tousles Charles's hair as he kicks against the ground. "But at least he knew what mattered more."
Right then removes his shoe and grabs Charles's neck with his non-cybernetic hand and stands up, lifting Charles off the ground, the pilot hardly reacting as he dangles.
Henry lowers his gun slightly, which makes Right smiek at him, cybernetic arm turning back into a sword.
"Launch in t-minus 6 minutes."
"What means more to you, Henry?" Right asks as he tightens his grip on Charles ever so slightly. "The rocket's launching soon, I'm still a free man, and I've got your friend. What're you gonna do?"
Henry points his gun again, shaking, trying to keep a brave face, but with how downhill everything's gone the 'tough, quiet guy' mask drops as he looks from Right, to Charles, and then to the rocket before turning back to Right.
Charles tilts his head to his friend, extremely out of it from the crash, getting the snot kicked out of him, and the amount of pain he's in and adrenaline wearing off in his body. "Henry..."
Right tightens his grip more. "What'll it be, Henry?" He asks.
"Launch in t-minus 3 minutes."
"What'll it be?" Right asks once more. "It's me, the rocket, or your friend!"
Charles makes a very weak gesture to Henry, a finger gun pointing to Right. 'Do it. Shoot him.'
Henry's eyes reach Right, who glares at him as he raises his sword arm.
Again, Henry is a TERRIBLE shot and is hopeless as he sees his friend drift into unconsciousness, knows Ellie is injured because he left her alone, and essentially ruined the mission. With a that running through his mind, Henry's arms lower until he drops the gun, taking very shaky steps toward Right as he raises his trembling hands and does simple gestures for Right to speak to him: he points to Right, then to Charles, the cradles and hands and he crouches and points to the ground.
'Let Charles safely down.'
"Launch in 10... 9..."
"So that's how much he means to you."
"8... 7... 6..."
Henry repeats the gesture and claps his hands together, palms and fingers touching.
"5..."
Right's glare deepens. "You took Reg from me."
"4..."
Henry shakes his head and laces his fingers together as he throws himself forward.
"3..."
Right's feet because the mini rocket we see in different endings. "Hope you don't mind, Henry..."
"2..."
"I'll give him back when I'm done borrowing him for a bit!"
"1..."
Right shoots into the air as Henry runs to grab him, barely holding on for a few seconds begore slipping and falling back down.
Charles is thrown onto Right's shoulder anddimly watches as he's flown away from Henry, reaching out for him before finally losing consciousness.
Henry has been reaching back, but drops him arm when he see the two board the rocket.
"Charles..."
The rocket raises higher into the sky, even further from Henry's reach.
He staggers forward for a second before falling to his knees.
"CHAAAAAAAARRRRRRRLLLEESS!"
Henry breaks down as a squad comes his way, having taken so long because they were being attacked by toppats and most of the soldiers were either injured or killed in the crossfire.
They can't get an answer out of him, as all he can do is scream and cry, but are able to get two things out of his unintelligible wailing: "It was me." and "Charles."
It doesn't take long for Henry to pass out and be carried back to the base, the soldiers putting him in a bed next to Ellie.
YEP! This took me forever, but I feel like it's a pretty strong beginning.
What do you guys think? Is this too much or should I keep going with this?
Either way, I hope you enjoyed and
HAPPY HALLOWEEN 🎃💀👻
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voltagesmutter · 4 years
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Victor x MC (Bella Swan)
Word count: 2K
Warning: Smut and NSFW, orgasm-denial, safe words
The harsh leather of his gloved hand came down to slap your bear ass once more, the hiss of your lips was so no longer pleasurable and the ripe stinging sensation left tears in your eyes. It was too much as when he pulled his fingers out of your clenching core, the pit of your stomach almost feeling numb as he denied your 3rd orgasm of the night. Tears fell with a sob as you reached behind you, your dainty wrist grasping over his muscular one, your fingertips clutching to the metal of his watch.
“Victor, too much too much, red,” You sobbed, red being your safe word. 
You’d spoken with Victor before about trying new things as work, but one day, after seeing him so in-control of your business meeting: that tight button up shirt rolled up to his elbows tucked into the tightening trousers below, the slicked back neatness of his hair that he occasionally run his hands threw, the sharpness of his jaw line each time he tilted his head to throw you the smallest of smiles every-time no-one was looking. He was breath-taking, more than breathtaking, he was an idolisation of perfection, domination and wealth. And all you wanted was for him to dominate you. 
“Hey,” You whispered against his lips, smashed up against yours as you straddled him on his office chair, a pure desperation of need as your hands fumbled to undo his top button as you grinded down against him. Victor, completely shocked but extremely around by the events as you practically pounced on him the minute your colleagues left, pushing his large, arm hands up your thighs to edge against your panties. “So I’ve been thinking,” You gasped, feeling two fingers sink inside you, twisting your hips as you lowered down.
“Hmm?” His teeth taking your lower lip with a light bite before sucking it, bringing you back from your mind quite literally blanking as you rode his fingers.
“I want you to be in control,” Yours hands undoing his belt, a hand from his free hand and lift of his hips to pull his trousers and boxers down enough.
“I am in control,” He growled against you as your dainty hand barely managed to grip over his thickness as you jerked him.
“No like really, fuck, in control,” You managed, as he pulled his fingers away, rubbing his head against you to coax it in your wetness before sinking you down on to him. His slickened fingers pushed into your mouth as you sucked them clean. It didn’t take you long to find a climax, and another, before Victor found his, sweaty foreheads sticking together with mixed breaths. 
“Productive meeting Miss.Swan,” He chuckled so lightly with a smile, your heart beating purely for that smile, he was so handsome when he laughed.
“You too Mr.Li,” Your lips pecking against each other before dressing and adjusting yourselves to look suitable to then have Victor check for the all clear, both of you sneaking out like naughty teenagers into the elevator, acting as if nothing happened. 
The day passed on as normal, Victor strolling into your office bang on 5 p.m., driving you home to his house, cooking you dinner and settling into bed. Nothing different to your normal routine, but the next morning, oh the next morning. 
You awoke to hot kisses trailing against your neck, one hand circling your inner thigh as he grinded his hardness against you. ‘Victor’ you moaned with a pleasant sigh, Morning sex was also blissful, sloppy kisses, lazy thrusts and touches, both of you on each others minds from the first minute you both awoke. His fingertips running up and down your bare thighs, ghosting over your wetting folds every few seconds apart. 
“Time to get ready, can’t be late,” He whispered against your neck, pressing a kiss and pulling himself away, getting you hot, bothered and ready before work. Work dragged by until lunch came, a text from Victor of the bulge in your trousers ‘Be here in 10’ followed by. Practically racing up to his office, never was Victor this bold, especially over message. You dropped to your knees the minute you stood in front of him at his desk, his eyes half-lidded before he threw his head back with a groan as he came at the back of your throat. You straddled him after, his fingers rubbing against your clothed panties, bringing you to the edge without fully touching you. Just as he dipped a finger below your underwear, his phone rang and his receptionist's voice flooded the room, ‘Your 1 p.m. meeting in here,’. So close yet so far.
The journey home was far too short, Victor's hands replicating the same movement from his office once again bringing you close but just as fate would happen, pulling up outside his house stopping your release once again. Cooking dinner was worse, pressing behind you as he placed his large hands over yours, helping you to cut the vegetables in the proper way. Placing the knife down he pulled you in a passionate kiss, tongues fighting for dominance as he grinded against you. Just as you moaned into his mouth, he pulled back, the saliva shared between your mouths snapping in the middle.
“Good girl,” He praised, leaving you to prepare the rest of the food as he went to prepare the frying pain. He left your knees weak and your pussy clenching. 
After dinner you found yourself being joined in the shower, muscular hands sensually running shower-gel across your body before washing it off of you. Your normal bedtime routine went as normal, Victor not teasing you in some form, instead letting you climb into bed in silk nightie as always. It all changed when he climbed on top of you, lips meeting in a frenzy as he began to kiss down your body, spreading your thighs and moving to settle between them. His lips connected to yours, using his tongue to spread your folds as his tongue flicked over your clit. Hands tugging at his hair as he brought you felt yourself clenching once more.
“V-Victor, I-’Im,” You withered, thighs trembling against his head, your release about to hit you when he pulled away. Wiping his mouth clean with the back of his hand, his light-purple eyes glossed over his darkness as his gaze met yours. The next breath he spun you around, placing you on your hands and knees but pushing down your elbows so your back arched like a bow. You felt the mattress shift behind you, a draw opening from the side draw and Victor pulled out your g-spot vibrator, your cheeks flushing pink as you saw it. You kept it there for times when Victor had to go away on business meetings but you hid it well, never did you expect Victor to know you had it! You swear you almost hear him struggle to work it before the recognisable buzz flooded your ears. He ran it against your quivering folds, purposefully avoiding your clit as he let you suffer for a few moments as you begged him to touch you properly, before pressing it fiercely against you. You screamed silently, hands screwed up tight into the bed sheets, your lower half trembling before he stopped again, leaving you almost in tears from the shot of light-pain inside your raging core. 
He let your body recover, for your waist to stop twitching against the over-sensitivity, even a breath against you could make you come. 
“I want you to count for me, okay,” He mumbled behind you, the sound of scuffling behind you and a sharp slap of a leathered hand came down against your behind. You let out a little yap, a shot of light-stinging against you, the words, ‘one’ fall from your mouth. He continues with another, before teasing your core with his fingertip of his index finger. On three, he inserts his finger, on four you clenches, on five he pulls out. And the cry of red is on your lips. 
With-in seconds, he has you pressed against his chest, arms cradling you as he shushed you, kissing your tears away. His glove now removed, bare fingers running softly through your hair as it whispers reassuring words of ‘It’s okay’ and ‘I’m here’. He comforted you for a minute, the sound of his heartbeat calmed your slight hyperventilation of tears, his voice being the most calming of all. After moments passed, his forehead pressed against yours as you slowly opened your eyes and you gave him a small nod. He pushed you back, lips pressed against yours as parted your legs softly. His left hand came to grip yours as he intertwined his hand with yours, your right hand hooked under his shoulder, his head pressing against you. He thrusted in with a heavy grunt, his thickness fighting the tightness of your walls as he inched future into you before pulling back. Another thrust, his forehead pressed against yours as your back arched off the bed, your nails digging in sharply to his shoulder as a heavy cry fell from your lips. Sheer-white took over your foggy vision, a warmth spreading over your body like a raging pool of lava, 1000’s of neurons setting ablaze sending trembles throughout your muscles. It was intense, an orgasm that left you speechless and your legs trembling. Victor had been pulled into his own release from the intensity of yours, being milked dry from your clenching muscles, his hand gripping tightly at the pillow beside your head. 
He pulled out of you and gathered you in his arms as he rocked you close against him, the softer side of Victor are the ones you most treasured. He whispered sweet, ‘I love you’s’ as he praised you, sweet kisses pressed against your head as you tried to regain your breath. When finally you could feel your legs stop trembling and your breath fading into a normal pace did Victor speak, “I’m sorry’ was all he could say.
“It’s okay, it’s okay,” You reassured him, pressing a hand to his racing heart.
“I took it too far, I’m sorry,” He repeated again, stopping him as you pressed a finger to his lips.
“Victor it’s okay, I’m fine,”.
“I can’t lose you again,” The slight tone of worry in his voice.
“Dummy,” You softly whisper, turning to face him, “It was just too much for the first time, I’m not going anywhere because you gave me something I asked you to do,”. He pressed a sweet kiss, a note of a thank you as he shut his eyes and pressed his forehead to rest against yours, the slight shadow of his stubble rubbed against your chin.
“I love you,” As he watched you nestle in his arms, eyes shutting in your euphoric bliss, a matching ‘I love you’ whispered back to him. He held you tight for the whole night, watching you peacefully sleep in his arms, holding you tight and safe, where you belonged. 
Your following love making sessions were tender and gentle, Victor focusing on your every drop of pleasure before often finding his with yours, lips pressed against yours. He had been so frightened of causing harm to the hurting the thing he loved most, he took his time to truly worship you find: Your reports were gaining more better critic than normal, bouquets of flowers appearing on your desk, bed-side notes of poems, romantic meals at souvenir and much more free time with Victor. He adored you ever fibre with within his body, a love that made his heart skip a beat whenever he thought about you and only ever wanted to do anything that would make you happy. 
When he whisked you off to France a few months later on the claims of a business meeting, having no idea of his true intentions and the family heirloom ring in his pocket. 
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slaveformingi · 4 years
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imagine prince!mingi is fucking princess!reader and get caught by guard!yunho just wow
MY QUEEN (M) *REQUESTED*
READER (y/n) X SONG MINGI (Ateez) (featuring a bit of Yunho)
Genre: Smut, Prince!Mingi, Princess!Reader. Word Count: 663 Words (Yes, it’s a short one this time. I know 😂)
(Author’s Note: Fix On! My first request! I hope you like it, sorry if it isn’t up to your expectations. I hope I get more request cause it helps motivate me to write more 😂)
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“Mingi please!”
You screams were muffled by your pillow, your knees trembling hard. Your inner thighs and chest were covered with black and blue love bites. The feeling of pain and pleasure shot through your body.
���You’ve been a naughty little princess, haven’t you?”
Mingi chuckled as he slowly stoke your clit. You trembled against his touch as your knees nearly give in. You let out another scream as Mingi thrusts two of his fingers into your vagina. 
A thin sheet of sweat glistened on your skin as he thrusts his finger into you harder and faster, hitting your sweet spot ever single time. A sinister smile forms on Mingi’s face as he feels your walls tightening around his fingers, he knew you were close but he wasn’t going to let you cum that easily. He pulls his fingers out of you and a desperate cry left your lips.
“That’s it!” you shouted at him as you sat up and pushed him onto the bed.
Mingi had been teasing you for hours, denying your orgasm every time you were close and you had enough of it. He groaned as you rubbed your heat against his hard dick. A moan left your lips as you brushed your clit against his tip.
“Fu–fuck! Ride me!” Mingi growled. 
You plunge yourself onto him and started moving your hips. A string of moans and curses left both your lips.
“Fucking hell!” Mingi groaned
He threw his head back and closed his eyes. The way your walls wrapped around his dick made it hard for him to keep a clear mind. He felt your nails run up and down his back, surely leaving scratch marks. He felt your lips make contact with his neck as you slowly started sucking on it, a horse moan left his lips. Impatient, Mingi grabbed you and flipped you over to take control. 
He stated to thrust into you deeper and harder. Your grip around his neck tightened. 
“y/n” He moaned out as his pace became faster, as he could feel himself about to reach his high. Your walls tightened around his dick as you could feel yours coming too.
“Mingi! Im– Im going to–”
Your toes curled as your orgasm hit you. Mingi’s moves started to become more sloppy as he reached his. A few thrusts later and he spills his load into you as he buries his face into your neck.
Mingi collapsed on top of you as you both grasped for air, desperate to steady your breathing. A smile formed on your lips as Mingi kisses your forehead. 
“I’m sorry I teased you so much princess,” he whispered as he looked into your eyes, “Are you okay?” 
Mingi had a concern look on his face, he could feel your body still trembling against him. You let out a soft laugh and shook your head. 
“I maybe a princess, but I’m not that weak you know.”
Mingi smiled as he brushed your hair out of your face, leaning his forehead against yours.
“I love you princess.” he whispers again.
“I love you too my prince.”
There was a loud knock on the door and before you had time to cover yourself up, Mingi’s head guard, Jeong Yunho, bursts into the room.
“Prince Mingi, the king has ordered you to— Oh my!” Yunho immediately turned around and faced the wall, he didn’t expect to see you in Mingi’s chambers. “I’m so sorry your highness, I – I –”
“Get out of here Yunho. I’ll get dress and leave in a bit.” Mingi says as he throws a pillow at Yunho. Yunho nods as he rushed out of the room without even looking at the both of you.
“His cute when his flustered.” you said with a giggle.
“But I’m cuter right?” Mingi pouts as he looks at you, you smiled and gave him a kiss. Mingi stares at you lovingly.
“I can’t wait for the day you become my Queen.”
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lilyharvord · 4 years
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hi can you please make a fluffy fic with mare and her baby boy shade calore im begging you its for science 🥺
Who wants baby Barrow Calores? I do!!!!! So here is a fluffy lil fic. I can’t believe this didn’t devolve into angst. We got a lil bit, but it’s so fluffy I couldn’t handle ruining it. Enjoy children! (also no editing? This seems to be a theme of mine now)
@evangelineartemiasamos, @universegamer, @caven---malore, @mareshmallow, @marecal-trash, @marecalrandomstuff, @marecalforever, @scxrletguardsdawn, @redqueenetwork (yikes this isn’t exactly mission 4, but kind of? Mare’s surrounded by her friends/family) @turquoise-is-pretty (dont think I dont remember your post about them having babies), @redqueen-marecal-lover. Is anyone else here still? I feel like everyone left. ): 
Gravity 
He’s so small, that’s my first thought when the nurse finally hands him to me. My entire body trembles with exhaustion, and more than anything I just want to curl up and sleep. 
Seeing that I probably will drop him if she lets me take his full weight, the nurse passes my hands and gently sets him on my chest, letting him rest there before I rest my hands on his back. His dark eyes are already open, looking around groggily at the world around him. My face is probably barely in focus, so I crane my neck, even though it sends a spike of pain down my back, and pulls on old scars. Softly, I brush my fingers along his full head of hair. Dark, more black than brown. That ruddy color to his cheeks is unmistakably red though. The entire time I had carried him, I had been uncertain how I would feel if he was a red like me. At least as a silver he would have been guaranteed an ability, and a chance to fit into our family. He wouldn’t have been an outsider among his own parents. Now though, the odds of him having that future have increased. 
My heart already aches for a future that hasn’t even come to pass. Was this what it was going to be like? Always wishing something else had happened so that he wouldn’t have to suffer? I shift him slightly, and press a light kiss on his hairline, and a hot tear rolls down my nose to plop on his head. He registers the shift in his position with an almost imperceptible cry. Healthy, he was healthy though. That was all that mattered, after everything that had happened during my pregnancy, he was healthy. A small miracle in itself. 
Countless months of blood transfusions to combat anemia, meeting Sara almost daily, and dealing with the constant fear that I would get into this hospital and give birth to something that would never breathe. It used to wake me in the middle of the night, gasping and sweating, reaching my hands out into the darkness for a baby that was being taken away from me. He was here now though, and a small part of me wishes he was back inside of me. I could protect him so much better if he was still there. 
Cal’s hand on my neck brings me out of my thoughts, and I am surprised to feel rivers of tears running down my cheeks. I had forgotten he was next to me. His concern is in his brows, which are drawn together tightly. I give him a weak smile and then whisper, “I’m fine.” 
HIs worry barely disappears, and he slowly rises from the chair. Swinging his leg he climbs on the bed with me, even though Sara had hissed at him not to do that early on. I immediately press into his side, soaking up the warmth that is there. Now that the emotional struggle is over, I feel cold. My hair is still wet with sweat, and there is a cold draft in the room somewhere. I wrap our son tighter in my arms, worried he’s cold as well. 
Cal wraps an arm around me, and holds me closer to him, while his other hand reaches out for the baby between us. His hand hovers for a moment, as if he’s uncertain. I glance up at him, wondering what is making him hesitate. There is an emotion there that I don’t have a name for, but it is quickly replaced as he sets his hand on our son’s head. His thumb runs along the feathery hairs, and he whispers softly, “He’s beautiful, you did amazing.” 
I laugh at his words, and he chuckles. This had been both of us, two cells coming together in the perfect combination. A one in a million chance. The odds had been stacked so high against us that I began to think there would never be a moment like this. Turning my head further to rest my forehead against his jaw, I whisper, “I’m exhausted, so guess who gets to do parenting duties for the first year while I take numerous naps?” 
He laughs at my words, only to press a kiss against my temple and say, “Anything you need, I live to serve you.” 
Between us, our son yawns, opening his mouth wide enough to reveal two pinks gums. He closes his eyes and his head lolls back. Cal catches it with his hand, and gently guides it back to my chest while I lay back among the pillows. I try to keep my breathing even so that he doesn’t shift more than he needs to. 
We both watch him breathe for a few minutes, and I count every single inhale and exhale, adding them to the strange tally of firsts I am keeping in my head. “I name this one right?” I eventually ask in the silence, my thumb caressing his little back as he sleeps. Cal tilts his head to the side, his lips pulling up in a smile as he says, “Are you inferring that you will do this again? Because just an hour ago you were breaking my hand and screaming that you were going to kill me, in very colorful terms. I think Sara blushed once or twice.” 
“Heat of the moment,” I defend, with an awkward laugh, and he gives me a knowing smile. Shifting to face me on the bed, he watches my hands for a moment and then says, “You can name them all if you want.” 
“That’s not fair. I’ll name him, and you can name the next one. When we have it, ten years from now.” 
He throws his head back and laughs, before reaching a hand out and pushing the hairs sticking to my neck and chest behind my ear. His fingers trail along my cheek, and for a moment I am awed that he can love me when I look like this. My throat still hurts from screaming, and I know that I hardly look like the woman that he had rolled around with in the sheets nine months ago. I had thought that as soon as my son left my body it would at least go back to being semi-normal, but even through the sheets I can see that some of that pudge is still there. It might never go away. I remembered Farley bemoaning it for months after Clara. 
“I have never seen you smile like you did when you heard him cry for the first time.” Cal admits, his expression whimsical as he reaches out again to touch our son’s back. He trails his fingers along his arm and softly touches his hand, his fingers closing around that tiny fist. 
It’s like watching the moon orbit a planet. Gravity pulls both of us into him, just as it had done from the moment he became something tangible with the first kick.
Someone shouts outside of the door, shattering the stillness of the moment, and my head snaps up, my fingers curling around my son as I pull him tighter to my chest and away from Cal’s hand. His eyes snap to the door, the room increasing in temperature as I watch his shoulders roll into a defensive stance. So protective already, it’s not like I am any different though. I was ready to die for this baby the moment I felt him move in me for the first time. 
I catch a few words that are exchanged outside and relax before saying, “It’s just Bree.” 
Sure enough, the door opens and both of my brothers almost fall into the room. I can’t help but smile as they manage to right themselves, and almost knock Gisa over when she tries to slide between them. She glides past them and into the room, carrying a bottle of something that I vaguely recognize as champagne. She holds it up and says, “Dad has the glasses.”
“We’re drinking already? The kid isn’t even an hour old.” Bree states as he pushes Tramy away and walks to the foot of the bed. I eye them both, a growl almost rising up in my throat. They were two large animals at the best of times, and my son was still so small. They catch sight of my expression, and Bree blushes to the tips of his ears before saying, “What?”
“You two need to keep a radius of ten miles from that baby,” My mother announces as she appears at Bree’s shoulder. She moves past them, apparently not sensing my hackles rising. She edges past Gisa and presses a kiss to my hair saying, “You did so well! Seventeen hours is good, I was in labor with Bree for almost a day and half.”
“That’s because his fat head got stuck.” Tramy teases. 
I shy away from my mother a little bit, when she leans closer to see the baby, and almost press into Cal, who has shifted again to face the rest of the room. His eyes scan my family, and like me, he seems to be assess all of the risks. More people means it’s easier for something to happen that we can’t prevent. I have no idea what I am so cautious all of the sudden though. This is my family, they would never do anything to hurt this baby. 
“You guys are smothering her, give Mare room to breathe,” Gisa demands as she sets the bottle down and returns to the door to help my dad. He enters almost silently, carrying a small box of mismatches glasses. His presence seems to finally bring quiet. I relax just slightly, as he comes to the side of the bed with my mother, and says, “These people, we had to smuggle this in here.” 
“Probably for good reason,” Farley says in the doorway. I relax even further when I see her. Farley would understand what I was feeling right now. There is a squeal from near her legs though, and a second later, Clara pops into existence at the foot of the bed. I tense and pull away from her as she crawls up the bed, her bubbly laugh escaping as she says, “Can I see the baby aunt Mare?”
I almost scramble back and climb up the wall to keep her away from him. She pauses near my hip, her face falling and her eyes widening as the space between us crackles with electricity and the air picks up the scent of ozone. The room immediately goes silent, and the tension is enough to make my heart pound. I glance around hesitantly at all of them, before saying hoarsely, “He’s so small...” and so delicate goes unsaid. Cal wraps his arm around me again, sensing my need for a place to hide, and pulls me closer to him as I lean into his support. 
My mother finally seems to catch onto the mood, and she slowly pulls Clara back before saying tenderly, “Of course he is sweetheart, it’s okay though.” 
“They’re like little bouncy balls, they take hits that you’d be surprised by.” Farley assures as well, as she pulls Clara closer to her near the foot of the bed and whispers something in her ear. She puckers her lips and looks at me before saying, “You promised I could hold the baby.” 
“I bet Cal hasn’t even held him yet, and he probably wants to hold his baby.” Farley says softly to Clara who glares at her mother and says, “Aunt Mare didn’t promise him, she promised me.”
“But you are the cousin, and that is their baby.” She admonishes, and rolls her eyes in my direction before saying, “Aren’t you excited? This is what you have to look forward to.” 
I crack a small smile, and sit up a little straighter. The room shifts and relaxes in response to me. Gisa looks around the room before saying, “You know we had to draw straws to get in here? Ella, and Rafe, and Tyton are waiting in the lobby area, and being so impatient.” 
“They can wait a little while,” I whisper, as I search the hallway. My family is here, but I haven’t seen Julian. Then again, Sara was probably keeping him in the waiting room for a little bit to keep the room from getting too crowded. And I know Anabel is here. She had written to me a month ago, asking hesitantly if it would be uncomfortable and unwished, for her to come. It had taken me a few days to craft a response, but I had told her if she wished to brave my family then she would be welcome. She was a part of this baby family as much as my parents were. Besides, it wasn’t every day that someone became a great grandmother. Maybe with the Silvers it was common, but among the reds, even my parents living to see two grandchildren was a surprise. 
The room is practically filled to the brim without them though. Clara edges closer to me while I look away, and this time I don’t pull away from her when she sticks her head around my arm. She puckers her lips and then says with disgust, “It looks like an ugly tomato.” 
“Clara,” my mother admonishes, as she reaches for her. I laugh at her words though, and smiling down at her I say, “Well you looked like a tomato too when you were born.” 
She looks up at me and with narrowed eyes and says, “Did not.” 
“Did to, I remember, and Cal does too.” I say as I glance at him. He blushes for a second, when I put him on the spot. Clara looks over her shoulder at her mother and asks horrified, “I looked like a tomato?”
“Yes, but the best tomato at the market.” Farley teases, even though her eyes glint at me. We both remember that day very differently. I remember a storm and a little white pill, and she remembers excruciating pain and then inexplicable relief. 
“Walking down memory lane is great and all, but does this little guy have a name? That champagne is getting warm while we sit here talking.” Bree asks, his brows bouncing as he teases. Clara climbs up onto her knees, and using my shoulder to support herself, she looks down at my son and says, “She looks like a Arianna.” 
“She is a he, so I’m afraid that is not going to work,” Cal teases her, and Clara’s mouth falls open in horror. She looks between the two of us before saying, “You guys had a boy? You were supposed to have a girl! I can’t play with a boy!”
Cal laughs, and I smile as I reach up to tuck one of Clara’s blonde curls behind her ear. “You wont be playing with him for a few years anyway.” 
“Come on then, don’t keep us in suspense, what’s his name?” Tramy asks, while he starts drumming his hands on the end of the bed in a drumroll. I twist my lips at him only to admit softly, “I... never thought of one.” 
“Then Cal gets to name him.” Bree reasons, and next to me Cal shrugs before saying, “Next one.” 
“Oh good. It won’t be Tibarias then, because that’s an unfortunate name.” Bree snickers as he replies, and Cal’s face drops into mock annoyance. I can’t help laughing as well though. It has been years since anyone has bothered to call him that, and I know a part of him still smarts when they do, but for the most part he can laugh it off. 
I glance down at my son again who has opened his eyes with all the noise, and shifting. He blinks up at me, his eyes the color of dark honey. My heart aches for a moment as I think about that, and I trace his cheek as I follow that train of thought. I had tried to not think about my brother during this whole thing. He should have been in this room with us, teasing me and nipping at Cal. He was here though, in Clara, and in my memory of him. I chew on my lower lip for a moment, trying to keep the tears at bay as I think about that. I don’t need Bree to tease me about my emotions again. 
Cal’s forehead presses to my temple and he whispers, “Tell me.” 
I turn my head slowly and whisper it into his ear. When I pull back, I watch his face for a moment. His expression goes distant, and sad, before he turns to me and asks, “Are you sure?”
I nod, and even though my heart feels like it’s breaking all over again, it’s not in pain. This feels like breaking something down to build it back up again. To build something stronger and better than before. The future was already changing, and my son will not have to go to war, and he will not have to face the trials that I did. He wont have to make the impossible decisions that Cal made, or face the same horrors that Farley did. 
I turn back to my family and smiling, open my mouth to tell them exactly my thoughts, but my mother holds her hands out and shouts, “Wait! Not yet! We toast to the name. Bree get the glasses.”
My brother squeezes by my dad and with Gisa’s help starts pouring the champagne. Someone else appears in the doorway and I spot Sara carrying a small bundle in her arms. She glances around at everyone, and Julian is suddenly next to her, saying, “Goodness, it’s packed in here.” 
“Unfortunately, I have enough family for everyone.” I say, and Sara smiles before edging around to Cal’s side. She gives him a smile and then says, “We had to go grab your gift from Julian’s office where he left it.” She offers up the blanket in her arms, and I smile as she unfolds it and helps me wrap my son in it. He grabs a tiny fistful of it in response, and I lean back among the blankets. 
The glasses are passed around, and I even take one, with a tease from Tramy to watch my tolerance after months of not drinking. Surrounded by all of them, I glance at Cal, who tips his head to me and says, “You did all the hard work, you get to make the announcement.” 
I draw the tip of my tongue along my lips. I have never been one for standing up and making speeches, but for my son, I will try to keep my voice from wobbling. I raise my glass slowly and say, “To Shade Barrow Calore, may you always know your family loves you and stands by you, and may you enjoy the future we are building for you, my darling.” 
Farley’s intake of breath is soft as I utter his name, but still she smiles at me, as she raises her glass to answer the toast, and says softly, her words almost breaking, “To Shade Barrow Calore, happy birthday.” She brings her glass to her lips and takes a sip, hugging Clara close to her as she does. 
The rest of my family raises their glasses, echoing her words. My mother has to clear her throat before saying it, and she has tears in her eyes as she does. They fall as she takes her sip, but she still leans down and presses another kiss to my hair. 
Bree clears his throat and speaks to break the mood in the room, “It’s certainly better than Tibarias.” 
That brings a true laugh from everyone, even Cal who leans close to me and whispers, “Easier to spell too.” 
I chuckle as I press a kiss to his lips, tasting the champagne as I do. He pulls back slightly while the rest of our family finally finds each other more interesting to give us this moment. He reaches up to wipe my tears away and says, “You know that wherever he is right now, he’s puffing his chest out because you named your son after him.” 
“He wouldn’t have shut up about it if he was here.” I answer, and I am surprised that I can laugh a little bit about that comment. Maybe I will be able to laugh more about Shade in the future. My son will carry his name on, and will hopefully heal whatever part of me is still bruised and aching over my brother. 
Between us, Shade lets out a little sigh and grabs at my shirt with needing hands. Smiling down at him, I give him my finger to hold onto. He has a surprisingly strong grip, and I marvel at that, and at him. He was going to grow so fast, and I know instantly that these will be the moments I miss. For now though, I will try to not think about the future, or the past too much. I’ll let this moment own my full attention. I’ll let gravity do all the work and pull me closer and closer to my son. 
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morallygreyprompts · 4 years
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hmm, this seems to be turning into a sort of mini series- could you maybe do another continuation to the prompt where the villain and hero had to kiss? (im not sure how to link posts but one of the tags is 'deaf hero' and the one im talking about is the only one under it) ahah, this snippet is getting out of hand, i dont mind how long it takes- its a hard one i would think :^
You want getting out of hand. I just wrote a 1.5K finale in like ten minutes. (Thank the fighters block website and putting on the fastest setting ^^’- that stuff is effective, okay?)
Villain knew there was going to be trouble when Other Villain came towards the gathering with a defying grin and Vigilante by their side, placid and weak. "You know why I'm here," they declared. They looked at Hero, who gripped onto the sickle tightly. "Hand it over."
Hero moved it closer to their body. "No! You want this? You fight all of us!"
Villain chuckled. "Well, perhaps I should show you my cards... [Vigilante]?"
Without the slightest expression on their face, Vigilante took out a knife and held it against their own throat.
"Morals, the better man's shackles in society. Are you still so keen to resist?"
Hero gritted their teeth. Villain gestured to take over the situation. Hero nodded, clenching their fist. One thing they knew was that magic was the only thing that could destroy magic, but that meant Other Villain was going to have to attack them.
Hero gave them the sickle and put their earplugs in. Villain already had one in but they decided to add the other. "Alright!" they declared, louder than they realised. "You're dealing with someone now who you can't try to bully because they're better than you and you're trying to make them feel weak. But it's you that's weak, isn't it? Look at you, clinging to a stick because your own powers are so pathetic you can barely blow out a candle! You want to say Hero has morals? At least they've got the guts to fight, you're hiding behind henchmen- ha! I bet you missed us all those times on purpose, too chicken to hit anyone who might be able to fight it."
"Hmph," Other Villain growled. "Showing off for your girlfriend/boyfriend? Acting tough, are we? Well, I'll give you something to brag about!"
Other Villain raised their staff and bellowed out a chant, hurling a great blast of power in Villain's direction. Villain stood their ground and raised the sickle up to take the brunt of the attack.
"No!"
The blast was bone-shattering and everyone was thrown off their feet at the impact. Villain was hurtled several meters back, hitting off a tall marble memorial. They didn't try to get back up, but the Sickle they had held was broken into two pieces. For a moment, the crowd was stunned. Hero struggled to their hands and knees and crawled towards Villain. They shook their arm, but nothing happened.
"You... you tricked me?! You were meant to jump out the way- or better yet, die! I'm going to kill you all!"
Vigilante, freed from their spell exclaimed, "look out!"
The next blast headed in Hero's direction. They had to throw themselves over Villain and narrowly avoided the orb, but the impact bruised their leg and covered them in dirt.
A fight quickly broke out, Other Villain's henchmen, furious, advanced towards Villain's. Villain's henchmen ran at the enemy, shouting and bellowing in red-hot fury at their leader getting hurt, perhaps even worse. Hero tried to nurse Villain, to find a pulse and help, but henchmen were rushing towards them. With a snarl they drew their weapons and stood their ground, protecting Villain from dozens of men and women.
When the blasts kept coming toward them, Hero had no choice but to move them, carefully dragging them toward the mausoleum. It wasn't easy with Villain's dead weight in their arms and a battle raging around them. Super Hero flew up to fight Other Villain with more hand to hand combat, which gave that precious window of time for them to get them to cover.
"Watch them!" Hero barked to one of the Henchmen, they gestured to be sure they understood. They hurried to join the fight, their fighting skills proved to be more effective against some of the men. Hero caught a glimpse of Super Hero being thrown across the air, they'd gotten too close to one of the blasts, and although they didn't seem to be bleeding, they were badly disorientated. Hero stepped in, letting the fire in their veins fuel their fighting, giving them a strength that they hadn't yet tapped into.
"I'm going to kill you!" they screamed. "If you've killed them, I swear, if you've killed them!"
Hero lashed out with strike after strike, but Other Villain was simply faster, stronger, and had magic on their side, even if they were rapidly beginning to drain of their powers. Hero overstepped a strike, and Other Villain countered by grabbing them by the throat and slamming them down into the ground. Their henchmen began to encircle them, stopping anyone from helping them. Hero gasps for feeble little sips of breath. They clawed and kicked but Other Villain was beyond stopping for that.
With their eyes suffusing with blood, Hero was barely able to catch a glimpse of the sickle beside them, the metal shining in the natural light. They grabbed it, cutting their hand, and swung it at Other Villain. It left a great gash in their arm and they cried out. Hero gulped down air a gallon at a time and attacked Other Villain again, this time managing to stab them with it, although someone shallowly. The shock made Other Villain drop their staff and Hero pounced on it, pointing it up toward Other Villain's throat while their body shook still for the need for air. The battle quelled around them as Other Villain's henchmen realised their predicament.
Hero thought they had them, they were so sure they had no choice but to surrender. It must have used the last of their power, but they managed to disappear in a cloud of smoke with a defiant snarl. Hero couldn't help but imagine them crawling around their base while their henchmen tended to them. IT didn't matter now. This fight was over for now. Villain's henchmen chased the enemy away with bellows and threats.
Hero rushed down beside Villain. Vigilante was nursing them and Super Hero was watching, cradling an injured arm. "They... they aren't breathing," Vigilante managed. Hero leaned over them, putting the staff down beside them both.
"No, no, no! No, [Villain], please. Please! You can’t. No! Wake up! Please wake up!" Their voice broke and they collapsed onto Villain's body sobbing. They rested their forehead on theirs. Vigilante patted them gently on the shoulder, trying to reassure them. "I'm sorry."
"No, please... I. I love you... Please." Hero smiled sadly and moved down slightly to kiss them one last time.
It happened so quickly. The staff began to glow blindingly bright and Villain gasped, sitting bolt upright, throwing Hero back a little. They cried out in alarm before managing, "[V.Villain]?"
"The staff!" Vigilante exclaimed. "It. it brought them back! A literal kiss of life!"
Villain set their eyes on Hero's lips and without a word pulled Hero back down on top of them to hold tight, pressing their face into the crook of Hero's neck. "I. I'm okay," they mumbled reassuringly. "I'm okay."
Vigilante raised an eyebrow, "We'll give you two love birds some space." Hero barely noticed the door shut. They were in too much shock. They shook badly, although the tremors slowly began to ease with Villain's gentle hushes and by stroking their hair. Feeling their chest rise and fall under them, their warm arms and gentle voice was enough to stop their crying.
“Alright shows over, go on back you- hey! No peeking, move it!” Vigilante ordered outside. Villain chuckled and then carefully sat up, bringing Hero up with them. "We're okay, [Hero]. You saved me, thank you-"
Villain was cut off by a stinging slap.
"Don't you ever, EVER, do that to me again, do you understand?" Hero shouted. Villain could see their hands were shaking, so they took them in theirs to steady them.
Villain stroked Hero's cheek calmly, giving their own cheek a rub too. "I guess my unintentional... dying deserved that. I'm sorry, [Hero], I never meant to scare you, but I'm okay, yeah? We're okay."
Hero threw their arms around them again, and Villain couldn't let go, not when they knew that once the fear was out of them Hero would apologise and they'd likely never have a moment like this again. They'd go their separate ways and this would be only a memory.
"But you've... you've given me a little perspective," Hero said, sitting back and resting their thumb on Villain's lips. Villain closed their eyes and savoured their touch. "Maybe I'm going too fast but I... I thought I'd lost you- I. I don't want to lose you. [Villain], I think I want to give us a chance."
Villain's heart fluttered, and they weren't sure if that was the effects of being resurrected and healed or sheer joy. Their smile was so broad their cheeks hurt. "I'll make this work," they promised. "I'll find a way to make this work for us. Come here-" Villain kissed them again and it felt like sparks were flying out of their mouths as Villain tasted their lips, unable to let go, ignoring the need for air for a moment.
"[Hero]? [Villain]?" Vigilante suddenly exclaimed. “Sorry to disturb- whatever it is you’re up to- but we’ve got a problem. The sickle is gone!”
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Cop!Bucky X Reader
In which your best friend, Maria Rambeau goes into labour on your couch and the freeway has other plans to get you to the hospital
Warnings: Swearing, Traffic, labouring mother, fluff, cop!beefy!bucky, im suffering from intense baby fever this is pretty self indulgent, GREYS ANATOMY SPOILERS
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@nomadsgrogers i tagged you now you have to name yours and seb’s first daughter after me
Your knuckles were white with the grip you had on the steering wheels of your Jeep, the engine purring louder as you pressed your sneakered foot harder on the gas and passed several cars very illegally. You could feel the sweat beading at your temples and you heart pounding in your ears, blood rushing to them in a roar not loud enough to block out the screaming from your passenger side seat. 
Maria Rambeau had come over to your house earlier that day— something not uncommon from one of your best friends, and you greeted her with a hug and a kiss on the cheek and a whispered hello to her swollen stomach. You, Maria and Carol, had served in the Airforce in your late teens and early twenties both you and Maria had left to pursue goals which were just a little closer to Earth. She had curled up on your couch, barely hiding her discomfort as you handed her an iced tea— made just the way she liked. She had just been about to lift the glass to her lips when there was a sound of rushing water and she doubled over, pain electrocuting her body so deep it felt like the marrow in her bones was frying. 
You had immediately busted into action, quelling your tears of fear as you sprinted to your room for a change of clothes that may fit the very pregnant and soaked woman on your couch while yelling at her to time the spaces between her contractions. 
So, you were in the jeep now, racing down the freeway and drumming your fingers over the steering wheel, shushing Maria as she tried once again to apologize for ruining your couch. 
“Maria if you apologize once more I’m going to steal the birth certificate and change the name to dark roast coffee. Stop, I can get a new couch.” You bit, clenching your jaw as you swept back into the lane you were supposed to be. You thought you saw a flash of a middle finger but you genuinely couldn’t care less as the screaming woman in your car took precedence over all else. 
“Did you call Carol, yet?” You asked, trying to attempt to take your friends mind off the pain rocketing through her body. 
“Yeah, when you were in the bedroom. I think she screamed and swore and I’m pretty sure she said she was on her way to Brooklyn General. You know how she gets when she’s excited.” Maria smiled tiredly as the pressure lifted from her stomach. She sat back and patted the swell of her belly and looked down at it fondly. “You better calm down in there, soldier. Mama needs to get to the hospital before you meet her.”
“Yeah, and I already gotta get my couch replaced, I can’t afford to get the bloodstains out of the car.” You joked, winking over to Maria. 
“I’m sorry!” She cried, laughing before gasping as the felt another contraction build in her stomach. Instead of replying you just laughed and pressed your foot harder to the gas. 
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It was another five minutes of speeding down the highway when you merged onto the freeway and found yourself at your first problem. 
“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god this is not normal!” Maria pressed her forehead against the dash and you looked over worriedly before placing your hand on her back and rubbing it in soothing circular motions. 
“I’m pretty sure it is.” You hummed, noticing the there were a lot of red tail lights ahead and slowed down the jeep, flinching when you heard a low moan erupt from somewhere in Maria’s throat. 
“Shut up yes it is.” She growled, biting her forearm to stifle her keens of pain. There was a moment of silence before the contraction passed and she looked over at you, eyes tired and regretful “Sorry for saying that.”
“Stop apologizing. You’re literally in labour. You could say anything and I wouldn’t be offended.” You hummed, brows furrowing as you tried to see if you could fit in the space between the cars and the blockade to see if you could bypass the traffic. 
Nope. 
“No, no, no. What is this traffic, are you kidding me?” Maria cried when she looked up. You pressed your lips together and pulled over as far to the side as possible. You clicked the seatbelt and looked at Maria very seriously. 
“Do. Not. Leave. This car.” You said, pointing your finger in her face. Maria looked like she would like nothing more than to bite it clean off. Instead of giving your best friend the satisfaction, you opened the door and stepped out of the car. 
“Y/N. Bitch! Where the fuck are you— OWWWW!” She keened and you hesitated to leave her alone. Instead of doing so, you kicked on a car door beside you and alerted the car of young adults to your presence. The driver smiled politely and turned down the music before rolling down the window and smiling. 
“What’s up, Miss?” He was cute. Young, innocent, perfect for guarding a labouring soon-to-be mother. 
“Y/N. Call me Y/N, please.” You dug in your bag and pulled out your wallet, giving them each as much cash as you could before asking them; “Would you mind watching my very best, labouring friend while I go and see if I can get us a ride to the hospital, please?” You begged. His eyes widened and he looked at his round friend and beautiful, but very nerdy friend before stuttering out an affirmation. 
“Great, her name is Maria. I’ll be back in five minutes.” You rushed before beginning the short jog up to the front of the jam. There were a few police cars guarding the wreckage and you winced at the sight of crushed metal before running to the nearest cop car and leaning forward to rest your hand on your need and catching your breath. 
“Ma’am, are you okay?” A grumbly voice sounded above you and you shot up, hands on your back and a tired smile on your face. All was very well until your eyes landed on his beautiful, gorgeous, almost offensive face. His hair was hidden with a combination of black police hat and bun, a light sprinkling of scruff on his strong jaw and crooked nose between two very intense eyes. There was a gap in his eyebrow due to a scar and his rough appearance had your knees weak. 
“I— um. Yeah. I’m fine. How— how are you?” You tried to smirk and lean against the cruiser, remembering why you were there before straightening up. 
“I’m fine?” He replied, a smirk on his face and eyes thoroughly amused. Sure, he had been flirted with on the job before, but not in this situation and most certainly not by someone who took his very breath away. “What can I help you with?”
Right. 
“I— I have a friend back there and she is trying to stop herself from pushing a watermelon-sized human out of a space which is not watermelon sized.” You blushed as if you were in fifth grade and just hearing about the works of childbirth for the first time again. God, why did the first cop that helped her need to be a walking Adonis? A very, very amused Adonis. No way it was legal to wear a uniform that seemed to be ripping at the seams trying to keep muscles on muscles at bay. 
“Jesus.” He swore, looking around and seeing that all of his coworkers were busy. “I— okay, where is she?” 
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You and officer James “Bucky” Barnes, as you learned his name was, jogged back t your parked car, all three teenagers had since piled into the jeep and were trying their very best to quell the pain Maria felt shaking her to her very soul. The tiny kid looked as if he was going to explode if Maria squeezed his hand any tighter. At the sight of you, each teenager relaxed into their seats and smiled at you when you pulled open the passenger side door. 
“Hey, soldier.” You smiled, wiping Maria’s curly bangs from her forehead. She looked up slowly, as if in a daze and offered you a weak smile. 
“Did you know these kids are going to graduate top of their class at Midtown?” She hummed, looking back fondly at them. The pain was making her delirious and you blinked stupidly as you heard Maria’s giggles turn into a low moan of pain. 
“Hey, Maria, shhh. You’re okay, you’re safe.” You pulled her head to rest in the crook of her neck and looked back at Officer Barnes who looked a little too pale to be normal. She clutched your sides, pulling your shirt up to dig her nails into the soft skin of your waist, crying low not the safe crook of your neck. He knew right now really wasn’t the best time, but he’d be damned if the sight of your waist covered in long, dark claw marks make some of the blood drain from his brain to his stomach.  
Once the contraction passed, you pulled her chin so she would look at you and you spoke very slowly. The gentleness and care you showed for the people in your life made Bucky’s heart swell and he had to very much remind himself that he was, in fact, at work.
“This if Officer Barnes. He’s going to take us to the hospital, okay?” You hummed, staking her hair and smiling softly when she leaned into your touch. Seeing this side of Maira was rare, but you were living for every minute of it. 
“M’kay.” You took her hand and helped her down from the car, the teens taking the hint and exiting the car, all but the small boy climbing into the old beater. Maria’s knees buckled once she tried to put weight on them, and Bucky acted swiftly, catching her and stopping her into his arms as if she weren’t a heavily pregnant woman, and, at the very most, just a toddler throwing a tantrum. 
Fuck.
The boy walked to stand next to you as Officer Barnes began walking away, in the same state shock as you were right now. 
“He’s like, a real-life Hollywood superhero, huh?” He muttered, patting you on the shoulder. You nodded before turning to him and wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug. 
“Thank you for everything you’ve done today. You’re a good kid— whoever raised you did a bang-up job.” You smiled, and he flushed bright red, sheepishly looking down at his feet briefly before pulling his phone from his back pocket. 
“I— would it be okay if I gave you my number? I just— I wanna know what happens.” You blinked before a wide smile spread across your face, handing him your own phone and waiting for him to give it back. When he did you looked at the name and smiled. 
“I’m sure she’d love to see the brave young man that held her hand in the freeway, Peter. I’ll be in touch, okay?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
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You had all piled into the cop car quickly, Officer Barnes going to inform his Captain that he was going to take two women to the hospital before helping you both into the hard plastic seats of the back. You buckled Maria in as she went through another contraction and nodded at Officer Barnes that he was good to go. 
“You buckle up, too, Doll. Need you safe.” His gaze through the rearview mirror was intense and he didn’t miss the way you flushed pink at the nickname. He bookmarked that one to use again— there was no way he wouldn’t be seeing you after this day. 
The car pulled out, sirens and lights blaring as Bucky pulled out of the middle of the freeway, engine roaring as he sped his way to the hospital bay doors. Maria's contraction subsided and she slimed over to you, grabbing your hand and intertwining your fingers together. 
“You’re a real life genius, you know that? In another life, I’m pretty sure you were a superhero.” You rolled your eyes at her compliment and physical affection, smiling widely and letting your eyes flicker to the rearview mirror, meeting those same blue, intense eyes once more. He seemed to smile at MAria’s comment, agreeing with her. 
“I cannot wait to tell the little baby that this is how she got her way to the hospital.” You laughed, placing your hand on her belly and rubbing. Maria hummed. 
“She’ll be sick of it by the time we tell it at her graduation.” Maria laughed, and you heard Bucky let out an amused huff of air through his nose. 
“And her wedding.”
“And her wedding.” She replied, eyes welling up with tears. “This is really happening, isn’t it?”
“You’re gonna be a mama.” You whispered, a new kind of excitement in your eyes. 
“And you’re gonna be a godmother.” She replied, the same excitement lacing her tone. Bucky’s heart damn well swelled in the front seat at the interaction. There was a pause before Maria jut her chin in the officer's direction. 
“I’m pretty close to revoking Sam’s title as Godfather and giving it to this guy. He’s the real hero of the day.” She smirked, winking at you and wiggling her eyebrows. 
“I don’t think he or Riley would be too happy about that— you know how much they want a little one in their house.” You laughed, nudging her shoulder but keeping her close. 
“Oh, I’m sure they can wait for the next one. I’m pretty sure I’m in a little bit love with this guy.” Maria smiled at the bashful laugh she pulled from the officer. The warm smile and flustered pink on his cheeks making his hard exterior nothing more than a soft teddy bear. Or a street mutt that everyone adores. 
“Me too.” You agreed quietly, winking at the man and blushing when he wiggled his eyebrows. Before you could get caught in your own feelings once more, Maria began rocking back and forth, breathing heavily and clutching your shoulder tightly as another contraction ripped her in half. 
Bucky pressed his foot harder on the gas. 
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The cop car careened into the ER bay, and a very familiar face runs out, worry deep get in his brow at the sight of two of his closest friends in the back of a cop car. Tony Stark meets the car as it stops, opening the door to see Maria Rambeau keening in pain and you with tired, worried eyes. He nods towards the familiar officer and pulls Maria from the car and into a wheelchair. Bruce runs outside at the sight of two familiar faces and immediately starts asking questions. 
“What the hell happened?” He half-shouts, meeting you and looking back at Maria who is now surrounded but the best team of doctors. Helen Cho breaks through the crowd with a smile and a wink and immediately sweeps her up further into the hospital. 
“She came over and went into labour all over my couch and then we got stuck in traffic and I managed to find this Officer to help us.” You rushed, eyes darting anxiously to see if you could see Maria or Carol or anyone at all. Bruce looks back at Officer Barnes and smiles, jutting out a hand for Barnes to shake. 
“Thank you, Officer. Maria is one of our people, and you helping her and Y/N means more than you know.” Bucky blushed and smiled, stepping away and watching as Bruce turned to walk back into his ER. 
“Thank you, for everything, Officer.” You say, voice quiet. The toll of the day has already made your shoulders slouch and your blinks slow, but you know you have so many more hours to go before baby is here. There was no way that you would be missing your Godbaby’s birth. 
“Bucky. Please, it’s Bucky.” He smiled, leaning casually on his car and crossing his arms. You lick your lips at the sight of the bulging muscles, and he subtly flexes at your reaction to him. 
“You tell all the girls to call you Bucky or somethin’?” You joke, swaying up on your tip toes and back down. 
‘Only the pretty ones who care too much about their pregnant friends screaming in my backseat.” He said, his voice low and rumbly and making your core tighten. You flush and your eyes dart around the ambulance bay nervously before settling back on him. 
“I uh— I should go. Make sure her wife is okay, and everything.” You say, voice sad and regretful and you relish in the way his shoulders drop in disappointment. 
“Yeah, you should. I’ll see you around, though okay?” He asks, watching you start to back away to the sliding doors. You smirk. 
“I’ll drive a little bit faster these days then. Maybe you can give me a ticket or somethin’.” You smile and he threw his head back to let out a roaring laugh that echoes against the buildings around you. God, what you would give to drown in that sound. 
“I’ll be lookin’ forward to it, Doll.” His voice is low and you can feel your face heat up under his intense stare and nickname. 
“Me too, Officer.”
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It’s almost six hours later when Monica Lawson Danvers-Rambeau is brought into the world, Carol on the left side of Maria and you on the right. Monica is six pounds, 9 ounces of pure squealing baby and she is immediately the centre of the group's lives. The first baby to be born in the friend group warrants a few life-altering feelings one would think.  
It’s almost midnight, and you’re curled up in one of the armchairs pressed into the corner by the window, Monica asleep in your arms. Her eyelids flutter with her very first dream and your heart feels like it's going to explode with love when you let one gentle knuckle brush her cheek as light as a feather. You could have stared at her forever, and would have too if it wasn’t for the son knock from the open door only a few feet away. 
Officer Barnes stands there, a grey sweater and dark jeans adorning his body, his hair loose and tucked behind his ears and he has a pair of sunglasses to keep the rest of the strands from falling into his face. There's a large, colourful bouquet of tulips and sunflowers and babies breath in his arms and you nod your head to the table beside the bed holding the sleeping wives. You stand and walk over to him, Monica making a tiny, squeaking noise in your arms before settling back in, nuzzling her face deeper into your chest. Bucky’s heart swells at the sight. 
“How’re you?” He mumbles, eyes never leaving Monica. To think she was inside his car only a few hours ago trying to escape blew his mind. She was so quiet. So peaceful now. 
“I’m the best I’ve been in a long time.” You replied honestly. Life had always given you a rough hand, but this-this made everything worth it. 
“That’s great to hear.” He whispered, leaning against the doorframe. You turn your head to yawn and your eyes look impossibly heavy. 
“This is little Monica. You probably saved her life, you know. You got us here safe and sound. Thank you, Officer Barnes.” You hum, smiling softly, and Bucky can feel his heart rate double in pace. He clenches his jaw nervously before looking at you hopefully. The sight of his puppy dog eyes peeking through his long, dark lashes has your knees weak. 
“What d’you say I wait around for as long as you need and I drive you home. We can stop at some 24-hour diner and get coffee and breakfast— I haven’t eaten in a few hours and I would like to see you some more.”
You sucked in a breath through your nose and let it out of your mouth quickly. God, he really went for the kill, didn’t he? You’d be lying to yourself if you said coffee and a beautiful date didn’t sound like the best thing in the world right now. 
“The nurses are due to check up on us in a few minutes if you want to wait? I don’t wanna just leave them.” You mumble, blushing, nervous gaze softening when you look at the little pink bundle in your arms. 
“She loves you already.” He smiles, gently brushing one long, thick finger over the small tuft of curly hair. She looked so much like her mother. 
You smile up at him— a smile of mischief and confidence. “Well, what’s not to love, huh?”
Buckys eyes flick up to your own and your breath catches at the intensity of his stare. His moist, plump lips are turned into a small smile when he says “I can’t find anything that anyone wouldn’t.”
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taehyungsgrowl · 4 years
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SFW Alphabet for Nate
I think I did it wrong last time bc I was waiting for people to send me letters when I was just supposed to go down the list. But I’m a dummy so disregard half of what I say.
i hope you guys like them and thank you virgo anon for the input w these 🥺i love our baby 🥺
Here we go:
A- Activity (What is their favorite activity to do with you.)
-- i think he likes doing new things w you. and i know that sounds cliche BUT hear me out. duncan is a bit of a home body 🥺loves to be curled up w reader sharing kissies and cuddling. nate enjoys that too but i think trying new adventures w you is his favorite. i can see him being the type to like hiking dates!! (also lets not forget the tik tok videos you guys make together )
B- Beginnings (How do they act in the beginning of a relationship)
-- considering the beginning did start off as something kinda casual between him and reader, he kept it as such. but he’s such a natural charmer that even when he’s not trying, he just comes across as super sweet. they’d finish hooking up and he’d offer her to stay over or get them food (not bc he felt like he needed to but it’s just the kinda guy he is) i think he probably let his goofy side out right at the beginning as well. its what helped y/n open up to him and feel at ease w him 🥺
C- Communication (Are they good communicators? How do they normally talk about their problems or solve issues)
-- big sigh. nate? was the KING of communication!! hell! he was able to talk to duncan (who ISNT the best at communicating) when they weren’t even friends and helped him talk to dumb!reader. plus he’d always been open about his feelings. told y/n right away when he knew he was in love. (i only say he WAS bc he should have told y/n he was struggling before he ended up in the hospital 🥺)
D- Drunk (What are they like when they’re drunk)
-- koala bear cuddly drunk!! not just between him and reader! but he will love on anyone! (omg.. you know dunc was a little 😳when drunk!bro!nate started hugging him... hiding his face in duncs neck... telling he smells good... telling him how much he loves him... bros 👯‍♂️)
E- Emergency (How are they in emergency situations? You get hurt, they get hurt, someone is dying etc..)
— oh god. nate is the type to keep cool and collected in an emergency - even if he were the one having an emergency 🥺 like if reader would’ve been w him during his car accident, she would have been worried sick over him and he’d just be like, “hey, look at me. i’m okay, yeah? a lot stronger than i look, babe.” even if it hurt like hell because he doesn’t wanna worry her. if you were in an emergency or got hurt, he’d go into sexy doctor mode. “tell me where it hurts.” squeezing your hand to reassure you, “i got you.” also kissies where it hurts 🥺 and he’s such a good listener too wow we have no choice but to simp.
F- Free Spot (I’ll give you any headcanon I come up with)
-- i’m just gonna share one head canon that virgo anon tossed at me that really made me 🥺 baby nate 🥺 and how when he was younger he was always a nice boy 🥺 but wasnt the popular or “hot” one until he grew into himself in college 🥺 when he got maxie and it helped him manage his stress enough to be able to make connections 🥺y’all when she said that it made me heart 🥺 my sweet boy
G- Gifts (What kind of gifts do they give? What kind of gifts do they get?)
-- i think his gifts are rarely “over the top” but !! they’re simple and personalized!!! like a lil necklace w his initials / name 🥺or maybe he has someone make a picture of you two into an animation? like have someone draw you guys (do u know what im talking about?) as far as gifts for him, he enjoys like “interactive gifts” like sending him on a lil scavenger hunt (nate loves setting them up for you too 🥺) but if you set one up for HIM? god! he’d love you!
H- Hugs (How do they show affection/cuddle)
-- nate loves! loves! to give forehead kissies (not just because he’s tall fjhsjh) and being hugged (or picked up) in his strong arms!! loves it!! he loves being the big spoon 🥺i love him. 
I- Irritation (What is something that irritates them? How do they show their irritation?)
-- that reader continues to choose duncan over him fkjsvsfkv he wears his heart on his sleeve so i think when nate is upset or irritated... you know. 
J- Jackpot (How would they spend their winnings if they won the lottery?)
-- does nate have more $ than the shepherds? debatable. but he isn’t as... flashy w his money as duncan is. he’s a little more down to earth if that makes sense. BUT thats besides the point. he’d probably donate a lot to a charity of his choice than take you on a little get away. maybe a cross country road trip 🥺 or off to an island getaway. he’s flexible. 
K- Kryptonite (What is their ultimate weakness?)
-- virgo anon made me 🥺when we were talking about this bc nate would do anything for the people he loves and 🥺that gets him hurt. especially when he feels like those people dont love him in the way he does them 🥺
L- Laughter (What makes them laugh?)
-- clown!! nate is the guy that always keeps you laughing 🥺and most times he cant even contain his own laughter omg i will cry im in love with one man
M- Morning ( How do they wake up in the morning? Are they a morning person or a morning grouch?)
-- he’s a morning person 🥺 likes to start off his morning with a run and protein shake SMH fitness KING. 
N- Needy (When do they feel particularly needy? How do they show it?)
-- he’s so used to being the one who’s needed 🥺 it takes him a while to be comfy being vulnerable and needy. idk if there’s anything in particular that sets him off to be like this - but i’d like to think it happens at random. like youre on the couch and he just nuzzles his face on your tummy for you to pet his hair. he demonstrates it by wanting to be close to you 🥺
O- Oasis (Where is their happy place? Where would they go if they didn’t have anything holding them back?)
-- i think he’d be the kinda guy that enjoys the sun (not just bc he looks hot, shirtless on a beach) but yes. somewhere nice and sunny where he could have maxie w him 🥺if he could stay on the beach where he started falling for dumb!reader (with her) for ever he would 🥺
P- Pain (How do they handle pain? How do they handle when you are in pain?)
-- emotional or physical? jfgksjdgsdk but no i think if he’s well regulated, he can handle pain well - it’s when he’s not that it’s a problem (w emotional pain) he stops taking care of himself the way he should and really spirals into his head a lot you know 🥺i think he can handle others being in pain better than himself bc he loves a lot and its easier to focus his attention on trying to fix things for them (like we said his biggest weakness is doing too much for those he loves)
Q- Quote (What’s a quote that fits them and your relationship)
-- “loving is easy” fjskfsf not to be too corny but 🥺being w nate was easy... always on the same page.. and made her feel good. 🥺
R- Reunion (How do they celebrate seeing you after a long time of being apart)
-- lots!!! of kissies!! picking you up!! holding you close!!! physical touch is pretty high on his love language list i think 🥺(i think quality time or acts of service might be his top two though) 
S- Stress (What stresses them out? How do deal with stress and how do they relieve it?)
-- i generally think duncan is more of a control freak than nate, but i do think to some extent, they’re similar that when things feel out of their control, it really stresses them out. i think it manifests at different times. i think for duncan its more trivial things whereas w nate, if he feels like he could be doing something to “fix” something and he cant do anything it freaks him out. hes a healer, you know. i think working out is a big stress reliever for him 🥺my strong baby!! that and goofing off w reader 🥺
T- Terror (What are they afraid of?)
-- this kinda ties into his weakness (and could be amplified by his younger years) but he’s afraid of not really being enough for those he loves. especially if he was teased as a kid 🥺maybe thats why in a lot of his nightmares the theme of abandonment appears a lot 🥺i made myself SAD 🥺
U- Unique (What is a quirk that is unique to them?)
-- i asked virgo anon for help on this one 🥺and i love her so much 🥺 nate tugs on his hair when he’s nervous 🥺 he gets a lil annoyed after he buzzes it off and doesnt have much to pull on 🥺he likes to hold hands when spooning. loves to sing along to disney movies (but lets be honest, he’s the real prince KING)
V- Violence (Do they fight a lot? Are they a good fighter? What is their fighting style?)
-- well... idk if it’s fair to say he fights a lot because he tries not to resort to that - especially grad school nate. mostly because he knows he’s good at fighting. omfg... boxer!nate.... may have all my rights. and he doesn’t really wanna hurt anyone. BUT if needed!!! he will throw down. (ex. when dunc wouldnt let y/n leave the house. and then attacked him!! nate had to stand his ground 😌
W- Wow (What do you do that really surprises them? What do you do that they really like?)
-- idk i think nate was probably really surprised when reader gave him that second chance at friendship in the bathroom 🥺didnt think she would. on a lighter note, surprising him w fresh cooked meals always make him 🥺because... he’s trying but hasnt mastered the cooking thing yet.
X- (Explicit headcanon. For all you degenerates)
-- he’s uhh packing 😳and it hits all the right spots, you know 😳omfg and lets not forget the dickscussion we had about his head game being stronger than duncans 😌
Y- Yucky (Is there something that grosses them out so badly that they can’t deal with it?)
-- i wasnt sure what really grossed out medical professionals (if anything djsfs) but we kinda head canon for him to be into family / pediatric medicine so anything w LOTS of blood loss probably freaks him out 
Z- ZZZ’s (What are their sleeping habits? Both with and without you)
-- my baby. nate has really bad night terrors especially on bad(tm) days. it usually helps to have someone w him to be able to keep him calm when he wakes up 🥺if its not y/n you can bet maxie will be there for tons of kissies. he’s a sleep talker 🥺and when sleeping w you he loves being big spoon 🥺and when he’s alone, he kinda sleeps curled up and w a lot of pillows. comfort KING
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just-my-fandom · 5 years
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Telling the Paladins Your Pregnant Preference
Request; Can I be your first Voltron request? Reader being pregnant with the paladins baby and revealing to them?
They start getting shorter towards the end :/ sorry
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Pidge
"What're you gonna name him?"
Your eyes watch as Pidge pulls the small chip from the computer, grinning at her older brother and jogging up to him and the robot next to him,
"How about Chip?" She teases, holding up the chip between her fingers and handing it to Matt,
"You and your puns," Matt shakes his head, Pidge shrugging sheepishly and placing her glasses on the robots nose,
"Sorry, I just cant wait for someone else around the house," She hops on her toes, looking over at you when you stand from her desk,
"Maybe we wont have to," Chest tightening, you watch Pidge tilt her head in confusion, before she follows your hands placed at your stomach,
It takes her mind a full half minute to process your gesture, before she gasps, loudly, "Oh my God! It worked!?"
You nod, tearily, hand coming to your cheek as you sniffle,
"It worked!" Pidge turns to Matt sharply, grin hurting her face, "Oh my gosh, Im gonna be a momma!" She turns back to you, "You're going to be a momma!"
You laugh, Pidge running up to you, hands at your face, "This is amazing," She pecks your lips, "This small piece of tech could help millions of women wanting to be mothers," Pidge takes your hand, tugging you outside of the shed, "Mom! Dad! You're going to be grandparents!"
"It worked?" Samuel turns to the two teenagers, your eye's already red from tears of excitement,
"Oh that's great!" Colleen embraces you, your eyes pinching shut as your arms slide to her back, "Congratulations! If you need any help during the pregnancy dont be afraid to ask!"
Colleen leans back, hand wiping your leaked tears, "Now that means no more skipping meals and sleep to work all night, both of you, understood?"
She eyes Pidge,
"But Im not the one pregnant," Pidge reminds, Colleen rolling her eye's,
"Yes but Y/N is also going to become very moody and very touch starved. We dont need you out of her reach or snapping at her from being too tired," Colleen demands, your eyes looking at the ex paladin next to you,
Pidge crosses her arms, faking a pout, "Yes mother,"
Keith
Keith was easy to find. If he wasnt in his lion or with the team, he was either asleep, with you, or training,
He hasn't been in his room all day, and he hasnt seen you since lunch, so that only meant one place,
The training deck
Watching him clash bayards with the training bot, you lean against the thick wall behind you, twirling the small device in your hand behind your back,
You had woken up sick for the past week. Asking Coran and being placed in the healing pod for two minutes, Coran revealed you were in fact pregnant,
He had transfered the reveal to a smaller device, claiming it would be easier to show Keith that way, and calmly pressured you to talk to the Red Paladin
So here you were, face flushed with terror and stomach tightening as if threatening to puke again for the second time that day,
Keith watches as the bot vanishes in defeat, before his gaze finally catches you and his smile is back on his face,
"Hey," He pants, clasping his bayard on his belt and walking up to you, "Want to train?"
"I think I enjoy just watching you," You smile, placing your lips over his slowly, "I need to show you something,"
"Sure," He heaves, brushing black hair from his face and looking down at your extended hand, "Whats this?"
He lifts the small device, two pink lines visible,
"Coran gave it to me after I was put in the healing pod," You speak quietly, Keiths eyes snapping up to yours,
"Why were you in the healing pod?" His hand presses to your forehead, "You okay?"
"Im fine," You smile, "Keith, Im pregnant,"
"You're-" Keith inhales, looking back down to the lines, "You're pregnant? And its mine?"
"No its Zarkons," You shoot, rolling your eye's, "Yes its yours,"
"I'm going to be a dad?" Keith slides his hand into his hair, stepping back, "What if I become just like my father? Abandon you and the baby?"
"You won't," You grasp his shirt, pulling him back to you and placing his large hand at your stomach, "Because you aren't your father, you're Keith Kogane, the father to my baby,"
"This is the worse timing ever," Keith groans, head falling back, "You're not allowed to leave the ship, understood?"
"Yes sir," You grin, Keith dropping the device to cup your face and pull your lips back onto his,
Shiro
"I'm what?"
You step out of the healing pod, eyes wide on the red head in front of you,
"Pregnant!" Coran smiles, twirling his mustache in his finger, "And I hope its Shiros, no?"
"Of course its Shiros! Whose else would it be?" You grasp your hair, eyes watering,
"What's going on?" Shiro steps into the medic bay with Allura on his tail, catching you covering your face, "Is everything okay?"
"Wonderful, actually," Coran raises an eyebrow, "Congratulations,"
"On what?" Shiro furrows his eyebrows together, looking at you, "Y/N, are you okay?"
You slide your hands from your now stained cheeks, sniffling, "I-I dont know," You shake your head, Shiro looking at Coran before pulling you against him, "Coran, whats going on?"
"Well you see," Coran clears his throat, "Have You noticed Y/N getting sick lately?"
"Yes," Shiro nods, "But I thought it was just from the food goo. Maybe eating it too much,"
"Im pregnant," You pull back before Coran could reveal, looking up at the man, "Its yours,"
"Oh Y/N, thats great!" Allura smiles, Shiro blinking, his hands tightening at your waist,
"Pregnant? In the middle of war?" Shiro swallows, and you hug yourself, looking down,
"Y/N will be safe here in the castle with us, of course," Coran nods once, Shiro tilting your chin up so your eyes were forced to meet his,
"We'll work it out," His thumb drags over your cheek,
"You're not mad?" You whisper, Shiro smiling weakly and pulling you closer, lips bonding to yours,
"How could I be mad? Im going to be a dad,"
Lance
"No wonder the bed was cold,"
You glance up and over your shoulder at a voice, eyes landing on Lance standing in his plad blue pjs, "You're in here by yourself and not in bed with me,"
"Couldnt sleep," You force your lips together, turning back to the tea Coran had made you,
"Everything okay?" Lance pulls a stool next to you, sitting down and resting a hand at your upper back, "You look pale,"
"Im pregnant," You pinch your eyes shut, before turning to face Lance. His hand had retracted, eyes staring at your face for what seems like hours but its only a minute,
"Please say something," You squeak, eyes brinming with tears Lance instantly notices,
"No no no!" Lance quickly remembers it late at night, lowering his voice, "Dont cry," His hands slide to your face, laugh weak, "This is amazing,"
"It is?" You swallow, "But we're in the middle of battling Honvera, our reality could be destroyed,"
"All of that doesnt matter," Lance stands up, raising you to your feet and pulling you into his chest, "Because I know once we go back to earth, my family is going to be thrilled,"
"They're going to flip," You choke out a laugh, looking up at the boy, "I cant believe this is happening,"
Lance flashes you his famous grin, kneeling doen and placing his hands at your stomach, softly speaking a flurry of Spanish you dont understand,
Putting a hand in his hair, you sniff, Lance standing back up and pressing his lips against yours, eyes shutting,
"Too bad its night time and everyones asleep,"
"Whys that?"
"Because I really want to yell in Shiros face that theres a new Space Dad in town,"
Hunk
You hadnt meant to wake him up. He looked so peaceful in the three seconds you got to look at his face, before your body forced itself to the bathroom to kneel at the toilet,
You thought you were quiet, but the hair pulling itself from your face was an answer alone that Hunk had followed you to check up on you,
"Thats the third time this week youve thrown up," Hunk frowns, grabbing a hair band to pull your hair into a messy bun, "And its only Tuesday,"
"Guess I just have the jitters," You force a laugh, coughing into the toilet and groaning, Hunks hand running up your back, "Or the stomach bug,"
"I can make you some green tea," Hunk suggests, your watery eyes looking at him and catching his soft smile, "Itll help ease your stomach,"
You nod, wiping your mouth and flushing the toilet, taking Hunks hand to stand on your own two feet, "I'll go see if Coran can give me a check up," You put a hand on your stomach, Hunk wrapping his arm at your waist to help you out of your shared bedroom,
"You two alright?"
You look over, Pidge standing just outside her door and staring, "I heard someone running,"
"Sorry I woke you up Pidge," You say genuinely, Pidge waving you off,
"Can you make sure she gets to Coran okay? Im going to make her tea," Hunk steps back from you, Pidge taking his spot by grasping your arm,
"You know, I dont want to spook you," Pidge looks up at you, "But weird food cravings? Sudden tiredness? Sickness? I think you might be pregnant,"
"What?" You dont notice your knees buckle until Pidge has her arms at your torso, and Keith is running up to throw your arm around his shoulder and lead you to the medic bay,
"Oh quiznack!" Coran starts up a healing pod, waving you inside, "What happened?"
"Coran, I think Y/N's pregnant," Pidge admits her theory, the shatter of a cup making the three turn to face Hunk, his eyes wide and face pale,
"She's what?" Hunk squeaks, Coran looking over in time for the pod to ding,
"Yep," He leans back, your body stepping out, "Y/Ns pregnant. Three weeks exact,"
Your wide eyes look at Hunk, before you yelp when his arms wrap around you, lifting you up,
"Holy- this is amazing!" Hunk sets you down, grin wide, "I mean, Im not ready to be a dad yet but no dad ever is,"
"I'm pregnant?" You murmur, hand running through your hair, "Oh God, I need to sit down," You pinch your eyes shut, Hunk lifting you and placing you on the table nearest to the pods,
"Its always a shock at first to new mothers," Coran explains, Pidge bringing in a new cup of tea, "But you will both be great parents, I can reassure,"
"Im not ready to be a mom!" You cry out, "I'm only nineteen, I was wanting to go to college and get married first- you know if our reality doesnt get destroyed, which, how the hell am I supposed to fight Honvera if Im pregnant!?"
"Well of course you wont be fighting," Coran clicks his tongue,
"But we'll need Voltron, shes the white lion," Keith reminds,
"Can we focus on the bigger picture here?" Pidge snaps, "Theres a baby Y/N or Hunk in here," She grins, hand at your stomach, "Maybe she'll inherit Hunks cooking skills,"
"That would be amazing!" Hunk cheers, your tears visible in his eye's, "Y/N, you have nothing to be afraid of," Hunk places a hand at your cheek, wiping away a tear,
"But what if something happens? I lost my father to the military and my mom struggled to raise me alone," You grasp at his yellow shirt, sniffling into his chest,
"Hunk is going to be there for your baby," Pidge declares, "And thats a promise Im making myself,"
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ff-imagines · 5 years
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Hello author-chan !! I see that your headcanons request is opened again so would it be okay if I ask for a Coffee x autistic!MA pleass ?? I understand if you don’t but thank you so much just in case you do ^w^
I’ve been pondering over how to do this one for a while, tbh. In no way does this ask make me uncomfortable or anything, but Im not really...? Well versed with the tendencies people with autism have. However, I really do want to answer your request, because I really love writing for you all! So, I’ll do something kinda like it. I suffer from fairly mild sensory overload, and sometimes that’s known to be a symptom of autism, so I will write about coffee helping the reader overcome an overload attack, as I feel more able to write about the whole deal. I hope that’ll be ok, and not upsetting to anyone!
Coffee helping with sensory overload
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• it happened at a major event, large room, even larger amount of people.
• and the room was so loud
• way too goddamn loud
• why was everyone yelling?
• or are they yelling? Were they talking normally?
• you can’t tell anymore. It sounds all the same.
• your ears are ringing, the sound and the lights are in your face, everyone is bumping into you
• what the hell. Are they trying to hit you? Are they aiming for you?
• Shit. Fuck. Go away. Why are the lights so bright? Why is everyone screaming? Damnit. God damnit. Go away. God fucking damnit. Go away.
• you backed yourself towards to corner of the room, facing the wall.
• an attempt to hide your eyes from the lights, it all felt like you were starting into the sun.
• you’re trying to focus on your lungs, stop and breathe, why is it so hard to get a breath?
• your eyes feel like they’re burning, but you knew closing your eyes meant tears would spill down your cheeks, and you’re in public. Shit. You can’t cry in public. Not now. Why now? Damnit. God Damnit.
• there’s a small touch on your shoulder, you nearly jump out of your skin.
• “sweetheart?”
• you can barely make out what he’s saying, the noise is making your head spin.
• he very gently wraps an arm around your shoulders, swiftly leading you towards the door
• your legs feel like boulders, it’s hard to keep up with him
• almost there, and your throat start to close up, you feel like you’re choking
• he stops, sees the tears in your eyes threatening to spill over
• he leans down and swoops you up, one arm is holding under your knees, the other securely wrapped around your back.
• you’re shocked for a second, but just wrap your arms around his neck as best you can and hide your face in his shirt.
• your eyes are so watery you can’t see through them, you can’t hold back your tears anymore.
• so you just sob into his shirt and he whisks you away from the eyes of the public.
• he finds a room that’s quiet, small, and has a comfy enough looking couch. He lays you down onto the couch, and steps away only to turn off the lights.
• the room isn’t totally dark, the window has a curtain over it but it provides just enough light to see the rooms major features.
• he walks over, and crouches down in front of the couch.
• you’re crying less loudly, but it feels like it’s impossible to stop.
• he lays a hand on your head, clearing your hair from your face
• “hey... sweetheart.... you’re alright. No ones around but me. No one is mad at you, no one is angry you had to leave.”
• his voice is kept low, the fact that he already had a deep voice made it all the more feel like menthol to a sore throat.
• “sweetheart, I want you to listen to me, ok? I want you to breathe in on the count of one, and breathe out of the count of two. Ok?”
• you tried your best to nod in between rapid, choked breathing and erratic sobs
• he starts his back and forth count, at first matching your fast paced breathes but then spacing out the time inbetween the numbers, slowing the count down and in turn, your breathing.
• after you managed to match his slower counting, and were more calm, he kissed your forehead.
• “one last time sweetheart. One deep breath, and let it out.”
• you do, shakily. You can feel the tears still running down your cheeks, but they don’t feel as burning and urgent as before.
• “there... there you go. Deep breathes.”
• he gets up and sits on the couch, lifting up your head and lying it on his thigh.
• “feeling a little better sweetheart?”
• your voice is slightly croaking, but you manage to give a weak “I think so.”
• he plays with your hair a little, and starts humming whatever songs would come into his mind.
• he looks down at you after he feels your light shaking calming down.
• “there you go. Stay right here, sweetheart. I’ll be right back in only a moment.”
• he again lifted your head again, and put a nearby throw pillow under it as he got up.
• He left the room, making sure the door closed as quietly as possible.
• he wasn’t gone two minutes before the door opened quietly, and he stepped in with a plate of crackers, cheese, and fruit in stow.
• "here. Let's sit you up. It'll be good to have something to munch on."
• you do, slowly.
• He sits next to you and puts the plate on his thigh, wrapping an arm around your shoulders
• he lets you snack for a minute, before striking up random conversation about whatever he knows you enjoy.
• you munch and talk about hobbies, annoyances, fun times, and everything in between.
• after he could tell you'd calmed down significantly, he patted your back, and stood up, extending his hand to help you up
• “come on, let's get you home."
• it was a quiet night full of warm blankets and soft snores as coffee held you close to his chest.
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possiblypeachy · 5 years
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“Wait, the tears are good tears?” for Jacob and Flor, the cuties!
thank you thank you!! my internet has been horseshit today so this was a fun way to bide my time!
also, i would like you all to know that this:
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is how i envisioned jacob while writing this ksjksjdksjdk i literally cannot stop thinking about this image im--
i’m also determined to get one of these below 1000 words bc i write too much for everything sigh
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Florence had been feeling tired lately. She was unsure on why she’d felt so fatigued all of a sudden, though simply chalked it up to her busily preparing for a trip to Dorset to meet with the family again. Worrying had a tendency to tire out her mind, which in turn made her body want to laze in bed all day. Briefly, she’d thought that maybe all her trips to the chamber pot in the night could be adding to her weariness but Florence dismissed it and simply decided to lay off of all the tea.
Then came the sickness. It was the kind of bottom-of-the-stomach queasiness that made her grimace whenever she heard that familiar growling. She’d dealt with such things before (stomach bugs were a far too prevalent part of her childhood) and, despite Freddy’s initial worrying, she refused to waste the doctor’s time with something that would pass in a few days.
It did not pass in a few days.
Upon Lissie having to hold her shawl back while Florence threw up in a backstreet near the market, she all but ordered her to go and see the doctor. Florence fought against the idea at first, joking that Lissie must’ve put something in her cooking that had made her so ill. This, in itself, earned her a slap on the arm from the older woman, to which Florence had grinned cheekily, secretly hoping that that would be enough to make Lissie let her off of the hook. Of course, Lissie could not be shaken off so easily and asked her to go again, a knowing glint in her eyes.
Florence was in and out of the damned clinic as quickly as possible, wanting nothing more than to get back home and curl up with Duncan and a good book. When Freddy had asked what the doctor had said, his sister had told him that “it’s a simple stomach bug; nothing to be worried about” and hurried upstairs. 
Why had she hurried upstairs?
Because she was lying.
What exactly was she lying about?
Florence was--
“Lissie told me you’ve been throwing up again.” Her bedroom door opened without much warning and, instinctually, Florence gathered up her now undone hair to try to keep her from looking indecent. It didn’t work, however; she had far too much of it to just hold in her hands. As soon as honey eyes met with hazel, her locks dropped back down her back and she sighed quietly, rubbing the space between her eyebrows. The door clicked shut behind Jacob and Duncan yowled at him in greeting, to which he gave the tomcat a brief scratch behind the ear. “What did the doctor tell you?” He glanced about while shrugging off his jacket, “Where’s your medicine?”
Florence swallowed once and rolled her lips inwards to let her chew at them. She inhaled so much that she could feel the strain in the lace of her corset. “You should learn to knock, Jacob. I could’ve been nude.”
From the bed, her eyes met his and he raised a brow, the corners of his lips tugging into an amused smile. “Yes, because I certainly haven’t seen that before.” She rolled her eyes and shook her head in a feeble attempt to keep back a laugh. The toes of his boots touched her own and he collected her hands up in his hands, playing with them as if to draw attention to him. “What’s wrong?”
A riot began in Florence’s mind and her gaze dipped away from his briefly, hands limp as he moved them about. “Nothing. Nothing’s wrong. I’m fine. It was just… some bad food.”
“What? Bad food for the past two weeks?” Jacob narrowed his eyes at her. “I’ll tell Lissie you said that.”
Florence huffed out something that resembled a laugh but it was dry and worried and muttered something like:  “That will be the very least of her concerns.”
At that, Jacob’s brows drew together and the playing with her hands stopped. Instead, he just held them, that worried glint growing in his gaze. “Flor, love, what’s going on? I need to know so I can help because, if you--”
“Jacob, I’m alright--”
“-- end up horribly ill from something I could’ve prevented, I’d never--”
“I’m pregnant.”
He paused.
She looked vacantly at the wall behind him. 
His grip on her hands disappeared and they fell into her lap.
Florence’s mouth opened then closed again, accompanied by the first tear of many beginning its descent along the curve of her cheek. “Jacob, I’m sorry.” He said nothing but there was a twitch in his lip that she couldn’t make sense of. “If you want to--” God, she felt like she was choking, “-- to leave, I’d understand. I can-- I can give the baby to--” Florence hiccuped, one of her hands coming up to press against her own chest as if doing so would calm her breathing, “-- one of my sisters or-- or maybe--”
Arms enveloped her and she began to sob, muttering weak apologies until it was the only thing she could bear to think of. Her arms were trapped against his chest, hands balled into fists, and her face was buried into the crook of his neck. Jacob pitied her-- that’s what it was. One last embrace before he left. It was for the better, she told herself; he had things to do. He was busy-- too busy to marry a woman and raise a child that he didn’t want. 
Hands cupped her face when he pulled away, her tears rolling past the curve of his thumb. Jacob’s eyes were red too, cheeks wet with… tears? Had he been crying too? A little grin cracked across his features and it was like seeing sunlight again after years stuck in the dark. “You glorious, glorious woman.” He muttered, pressing his forehead to her own. Wasn’t he unhappy? The kiss he gave her told her the answer. 
Through a rather ugly sniff, she laughed, tears still careening down her face. She didn’t hate them this time though because they were borne of a lovelier emotion entirely. “The tears are good tears?” 
“Of course they are.” Jacob was still smiling, gaze cloudy. It made Florence feel miles better about her crying. “Well, mostly.” His expression became more serious and one of his thumbs stroked along her cheek to keep her attention on him. “It hurts me to know that you’d think such things.”
She frowned a little but it was more out of a sense of guilt than anything else. “You’re… well, you.” Florence put on a voice that made the both of them chuckle, “Sir Jacob Frye: leader of The Rooks, her Majesty’s saviour--”
“You think I’m not yet grand enough to raise a child of the Abberline family?” He raised a brow and she grinned, that dimple appearing in her cheek that made him feel like all was right with the world. “I’ll get a couple more titles, if you’d like? How about: Sir Jacob Frye the railroad baron?” 
Florence began to laugh, shaking her head. “Jacob, that’s not what I--”
“If I became a doctor, would I be Sir Doctor Jacob Frye, do you think? Or, would it be the other way around?”
“Jacob--”
“How about I try to switch about some documents to become a duke? Would that be good enough for my lady?”
She had started that terrible laugh of hers-- the one that sounded like a pig’s squeal-- only this time some sniffs and coughs were there too. There was a pause in which he was just grinning at her, searching her expression for any signs of doubt or worry. “You’re terrible.” Florence said somewhere between a snort and a giggle, her wide grin calming into a smaller, more delicate smile. One of her hands came up to cup his cheek like he had done to her and their eyes met. “I love you, Jacob Frye.”
“Right back at you, lovely Flor.”
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cryptidsqueen · 4 years
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It’s really late and literally not a single soul asked but imma just throw it out there:
A scene from a fic im thinking of writing??
Word Count: 1.2k
Summary: Set in the old republic, Namii is asked to join Revan and promised power to avenge her past.
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The servant was whispering frantically to me, making blood rush to my ears and adrenaline course through me. He was requesting to see me. To say my exit from the baths was quick is an understatement.
Pacing down the halls, I fear the worst. My failure had been outed to everyone earlier and I’m sure the news made its way to him. How the target had slipped away. How a group of Masters punished me ruthlessly. A well deserved outcome for my inadequacy.
My wounds bloom purple against my ribcage and ache with each passing breath. I welcome the discomfort and will use it to better myself. There will be no loss next time.
Unfortunately I didn’t have time to change from the baths so my linen trousers cling to my legs as I walk, my skin not fully dry. My hair is sticking to the piece of fabric I had tied around my chest and rivets of water trail down my back adding to the shivers already in my spine.
His door looms over me and my pulse quickens. As it slides open, my legs go numb. Somehow I’m able to make them move and propel me forward before it slams shut behind me, sealing my fate. There is no turning back.
The room was cast in a red glow which really didn’t help with my anxiety. A majority of the floor was taken up by a pool, centered and balancing everything. In the middle of it was a throne, handmaidens on either side with their gaze lowered. He was sitting there, his blank mask facing toward me. Revan.
“My lord,” I bow my head. “I was told you asked for my audience” My stomach turns to rot, the straight visor of his mask not allowing me to gauge his emotions.
His silence was deafening and all I could do was stare. Darth Revan is spoke of in high regard throughout all the Sith and his power is recognized even by the Jedi. To even be near him is an overwhelming experience. I can feel the power rolling off him, making my experience in the force seem like a measly party trick.
“Namii,” my name comes from him, deep and distorted by his voice modulator. I nearly stumble, taken off guard by his authority. Nervousness and flattery flood my bloodstream, chilling me to my very core. I’m unable to look at him anymore, my head bowing deeper.
I feel a push, gentle and guiding. It moves me forward until I’m standing at the edge of the pool. He’s using the force on me?
“Tell me,” his voice cuts through me again. “Where do you originate?” My stomach drops. Of what importance is this?
“I-,” my voice is hoarse, like I’ve been screaming for hours.
“You feel your home is not important?” Revan sits forward, elbows resting on his knees. He read my thoughts. He’s probably been reading me since the moment I entered.
“It... it was a small ice planet in the outer rim.” Nonexistent now as a matter of fact. Of no importance when it was anyways.
“You were of Royal blood were you not?” My eyes cut up to him, blood rushing to my ears. His head tilts slightly, “The young princess of Vitaruh, meant to lead the people and continue the legacy.”
I start to tremble and my legs feel weak. A force seemed to be crashing down on me. No, all around me, pushing in. My breath pushes out of my lungs and returns harshly.
“Then one day,” he continues. “The Mandalorians came and started wiping the capital. Your parents were slaughtered on the front lines.” I crumple to the floor, my knees landing with a thud. It’s almost as if I can see it on the surface of the pool. The city falling. My people screaming and running through the streets, only to be cut down by Mandalorian soldiers.
“The Jedi came.” Revan somehow sounded even colder with that statement. “They took your brother, but...” Silence. He knows, he has to. Ripples disturb the image in the pool and a force pushes my chin up. I stare at Revan through blurry eyes, panting and trying to hold back sobs.
“You were left there. To die.” A sound escapes me, violently jerking my body and shooting pain through my ribs.
Hate bubbles up into my throat, making me want to spit it out like a toxin. The Jedi left me there. I can see so clearly their ship flying away, my brother inside. How was he deemed so worthy and I wasn’t?!
“The sith found you, masters before me,” Revan leans back into his throne. “They saved you. Nurtured you. Raised you to be what the Jedi could not see. Tell me, Namii, what is it that you crave?”
My body wracks violently. I can’t seem to catch my breath and that force is pressing harder than ever. Revan is in my mind, I can feel him. Searching, discovering everything I wish to keep hidden. I’m laid bare before him, at his completely mercy.
“Oh...” Hes found his answer. I feel his probing leave my mind and I exhale softly. The force leaves from around me and my palms press to the floor as I curl forward.
“What would you give for it?” He must already know the answer. I have nothing left to hide from this man. “Tell me,” it comes out sterner. Not quite a command, but almost a plea.
“Anything,” I whisper, tears sliding down my cheeks. My head tilts up and I cry out, “Everything!” I won’t fail anymore, I can’t.
“You know I can give you what you want.” His hand tightens onto the arm of his throne. “All you have to do is give me... you.” He’s offering all I’ve ever wanted. He’s promising me the power to overthrow the Jedi. To find my brother... and end him.
“Take it.” I press my forehead to the floor. “You can have everything. I’ll give you whatever you want master”
His handmaidens are now at my side and one gently lifts my head. Our eyes meet through the mesh line in her veil and she presses her fingers over my eyelids, silently instructing them shut. I can feel her painting something across my face, starting at the hairline outside my left eye. She pulls the brush across my lid, over the bridge of my nose, and over my other eye to the edge of my hair again.
Turning to face the water, I open my eyes. My reflection stares back at me, a red line now painted across my face, some leaking down my cheeks from tears. It’s a mimic of Revans mask, marking me as a member of his clan. He’s clammed me, I am his.
A gloved hand grabs my chin and raises my face. Revan stands above me, standing on the surface of the pool.
“My apprentice...” his touch leaves my face. “There is much to be done.”
“Master...” I steel myself, willing my voice to be strong. “I will not fail you.”
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