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snek-eyes · 7 months

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Hello! I'm the anon who sent the two meta messages, I love your take on the matter and I'd love to hear what you have to say about the second message with Azi vs Sitis.

I think Crowley doesn't treat people any different than he treats Azi, but I think the difference is once he knows the angel can be trusted he lets himself get attached to him. Crowley is linely and human lives are fleeting so being attached only causes hurt but with Aziraphale, someone who's immortal and part of his "species" he lets himself get attached and I think that's the difference 🤔

Hey there Anon, welcome back! I definitely want to follow that up, so let's go!

the cool, rather uncaring demeanour Crowley has with Sitis is the same he first has with Aziraphale when he “kills” the goats and when he tells him he longs to destroy Job’s blameless children. Until he realizes Aziraphale isn’t on Heaven’s side with this.

The reason why I say that Crowley's cool attitude with Sitis and Job is different from how he acts with Aziraphale is for two reasons:

First of all his overall attitude with the humans, he's sort of pitying them. They're seeing this side of God for the first time; Crowley may not be all that gentle about trying to open their eyes, but he's not as in-your-face about it; it's not actually his goal here. With Aziraphale, Crowley's comments feel more pointed. The last time they saw each other was at the flood, and Crowley's still not happy about that.

(gifs by me)

More to the point I'm about to make, how Crowley acts with Aziraphale is all in direct response to what Aziraphale has just said about Crowley in each scene. Job and Sitis don't emotionally unsettle Crowley, he isn't reacting to that. With Aziraphale, Crowley is specifically trying to get under the angel's skin... Because Aziraphale got under his.

Crowley's goal in the scene with Sitis and Job starts and ends as getting them to tell him where the kids are so he can get the job done.

Crowley's goal in the scenes with Aziraphale becomes provoking Aziraphale.

I'm going to lay out the scenes with some color coding under the cut.

I'll explain what the colors mean afterwards. Lifted from flameraven's transcripts, with slight edits.

AZIRAPHALE: Stay your hand, Demon! Despised tool of Satan, in the name of Almighty God! Avaunt! Oh… It's you! Dear me. Haven't seen you since… the flood?

CRAWLEY: Ah, yeah. Mm-hmm.

AZIRAPHALE: Well, sorry about this.

CRAWLEY: No, of course.

AZIRAPHALE: [sighs] Oh God. Where was I?

CRAWLEY: "Avaunt".

AZIRAPHALE: Yes, yes. Avaunt, foul demon! In the name of the Almighty, I command thee, BEGONE!

CRAWLEY: No.

AZIRAPHALE: No?

CRAWLEY: No, thank you? See, I have a permit.

AZIRAPHALE: A permit? From whom?

CRAWLEY: From God.

AZIRAPHALE: Oh… You see, it's not that I mind jokes.

CRAWLEY: Oh no, no, no, no, no. No, no jokes. These goats belong to Job, right?

AZIRAPHALE: Yes, Job. Who is, I might add, a particular favorite of God, so…

CRAWLEY: [unrolls a comically long scroll] Shall I summarize? Satan and his diabolical ministers [waves and smiles] may destroy everything Job owns, no questions asked. Hugs and kisses, God.

AZIRAPHALE: No! This can't be real! Job is a… good and… righteous man. I mean, he really is an absolute poppet.

CRAWLEY: Well, I am a demon. Maybe I'm lying. Tell you what, let's find out. [blasts all the goats with fireballs] Seems legit to me!

__________

AZIRAPHALE: Crawley... You don't have to destroy Job's children.

CRAWLEY: Last time we met you seemed pretty confident I couldn't destroy Job's goats.

AZIRAPHALE: Yes, I was wrong. Technically you can, but--

CRAWLEY: Oh, then technically I will.

AZIRAPHALE: But you don't have to! That's the point. Surely the great thing about being a demon is you can do whatever you want.

CRAWLEY: Mm, you sound jealous, angel.

AZIRAPHALE: Certainly not. I get to do what God wants.

CRAWLEY: Like killing innocent children to win a bet with Satan?

AZIRAPHALE: I… I don't think… that is what God wants.

CRAWLEY: Well…

AZIRAPHALE: And I don't think you want it either.

CRAWLEY: What do you know about what I want?

AZIRAPHALE: I know you.

CRAWLEY: You do not know me.

AZIRAPHALE: I know the angel you were.

CRAWLEY: The angel you knew is not me.

AZIRAPHALE: Then… Then you tell me that you want to do this. You look me in the eye and tell me.

CRAWLEY: [takes off glasses] I want to. I long to destroy the blameless children of blameless Job, just as I destroyed his blameless goats.

AZIRAPHALE: Then God forgive you.

CRAWLEY: [watches the angel walk away]

__________

AZIRAPHALE: I bring a WARNING! Satan has sent a demon to destroy you! Tonight!

ENNON: Don't be silly. He wouldn't dare.

CRAWLEY: I'm sorry, Satan? Satan wouldn't dare?

...

JEMIMAH: [to Crawley] You're a funny looking angel.

CRAWLEY: Aren't I just? [winks]

JEMIMAH: Are you a demon?

CRAWLEY: Oh, she's good.

AZIRAPHALE: Ah… Yes. He is, in fact, technically a demon...

CRAWLEY: Spot on! [in an over-the-top demonic monster voice] Sent here to destroy you all! Ready? [sets the room on fire]

AZIRAPHALE: But… you said you wouldn't!

CRAWLEY: I'm a demon! I lied!

KEZIAH: Can't you save us?

AZIRAPHALE: I'm afraid not. He has a permit, you see. But… be not afraid. You're perfectly safe.

CRAWLEY: [throws more fire] Are you sure, Angel?

AZIRAPHALE: Yes. Quite sure.

_____

You've probably caught on by now, but here are the colors:

Red: Aziraphale's "demons are evil tools of Satan's will" rhetoric

Green: Aziraphale's disconnect that Crowley is somehow Good anyway

Blue: Aziraphale's "God is right and just" rhetoric

Pink: Crowley's "I'm an evil demon" schtick

Purple: Crowley's reminders of God's actions

Orange: Actual Crowley. Not really on Hell's side, definitely not on Heaven's. (And, actually rather lonely, and would, deep down, like it if someone actually knew him.)

The angel is acting friendly and supposedly putting a lot of trust in Crowley, but Crowley doesn't trust it. Notice all the "technically"s.

The pattern becomes most obvious by the third time. Crowley puts on his big show as a direct response to Aziraphale's own:

and cuts him off with it right after he tries to "technically" him out of being a demon again.

So Crowley pulls out all the stops. No technicalities about it angel, no pretending. You're going to look me in the eye this time and acknowledge that I'm a demon. What will you do then?

Remember this is (as far as we've seen) the second time that Crowley's called him "angel." It's not the nickname it'll become yet; he's goading him with the title, putting a separation between them by not calling him Aziraphale like he did at the flood. It's as much a reminder as it was with "You sound jealous, angel." You, an angel, are really going to trust a demon?

But Aziraphale looks him in the eye at his demonic worst, and doesn't flinch. Maybe the angel's not ready to be on Crowley's side against God, but here in the moment it counts, Aziraphale will put his trust in this demon.

And Crowley accepts that. Accepts Aziraphale where he is.

I just connected the dots on this conclusion as I got here (which is part of what makes writing meta so fun to me). But: I believe for Crowley, these three flashbacks are about getting Aziraphale to accept the shades of grey between their respective "sides." And this moment is the first time Aziraphale does so decisively.

#vee replies #Anonymous #good omens meta #a companion to owls #job flashback #v watches good omens #shuhite sunday

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sterekbros · 1 year

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@sterekweekly prompt family, @sterekbingo square taking care of a child, @warmandfluffybingocards square kiss on the hand, @domaystic day 23 small couch.

Green Eggs & Ham by Winchesterek

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Eli Hale (Teen Wolf), Original Hale-Stilinski Child(ren) Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Mates Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Established Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Alpha Derek Hale, Omega Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale is a Softie, Married Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski are Eli Hale's Parents, Derek Hale Deserves Nice Things, Stiles Stilinski is a Nice Thing, Fluff, Family Fluff, Kid Fic, Family Feels

It had been about a week since Stiles had been home with his family, having spent that time at the Omega post-birthing center. His second time around had been just as good as the first time, getting care after baby Ava was born, but he’d missed his family terribly.

Stiles was glad to be back home, able to be with his children every moment of the day now. He smiled down at baby Ava in his arms, carefully rocking her and tucking her against his chest as she nursed. He hummed his mother’s favorite song to her, the tunes of Hey Jude filling the brief silence of their house.

He walked out of the nursery and headed into the living room where Elijah was sitting on the couch with Derek, tucked against his mate’s side as they read a book together. Elijah was learning how to read so fast and Stiles was so proud of him.

But there were only so many times that Stiles could read Green Eggs and Ham. On top of that, Elijah had wanted him and Derek to start cooking him Green Eggs and Ham. Eggs and ham colored with green food coloring was the least appetizing thing Stiles had seen in the last few months.

“Say! I like green eggs and ham! I do! I like them, Sam-I-Am! And I would eat them with a goat… and I will eat them in the rain!” came Derek’s voice excitedly from the couch as he enunciated each word.

It made Stiles smile and he tried his best not to laugh because it was the most adorable thing ever and he knew sometimes Derek was self-conscious about things like that. It had taken him a long time to be comfortable doing silly things with Elijah and even to be playful with Stiles when they’d first started dating.

Stiles moved over to the couch and carefully sat down with them, curling his legs under him as Ava continued to suckle and he smoothed a hand over her head, holding her close

“And I will eat them here and there. Say! I will eat them anywhere! I do so like green eggs and ham! Thank you, thank you, Sam I am!”

Elijah cheered as Derek finished the book and looked at the pictures. Derek chuckled and kissed Elijah on his head, his arm wrapped around their son as he hugged him close.

“So, that’s the end!” Derek said, closing the book and setting it aside on the end table.

Elijah looked up at Derek with those big eyes that were the same kaleidoscope of colors as Derek’s, but today they looked green. “You have to make me green eggs and ham now, Dad!”

Stiles did his best not to make a face as he thought about the green eggs and ham and Ava gave a tiny sound of protest as he squeezed her a little too tight.

“Sorry, baby,” he told her softly. She seemed to forgive him as she focused on nursing again.

“Green eggs and ham again?” Derek asked playfully and gave a heavy sigh in show.

“Yes!” Elijah said excitedly and jumped off the couch. Derek laughed and smiled at Stiles. “You want anything while I make our son something that looks like it came out of a swamp?”

“Well, if we’re having breakfast, I think I could go for a waffle… or waffles.” Stiles looked down at Ava and she’d fallen asleep, so he eased her back and wrapped her in her blanket again. “I could also go for some non-green eggs.”

“Your wish is my command,” Derek replied, taking Stiles’ hand and kissing the back of it. “I’ll be right back. I better go catch Elijah before he manages to get the eggs out of the fridge and breaks them all.”

Derek sounded amused more than anything else as he smoothed a hand over Ava and stood up, leaning over to give Stiles a kiss on the lips, and then hurried into the kitchen.

Stiles listened to them chattering about the book, Elijah talking up a storm about green eggs and ham.

Stiles looked down at Ava as she slept curled against his chest, running a finger across her soft cheek, her little hands gripping at his chest. “Love you, baby girl. You and your brother and your father. More than anything in the world.”

This was his family and they were perfect.

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fillinforlater · 1 year

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Hey, I just recently started posting my stories to Tumblr, and I was curious how you find stories (I've seen your Monday of Appreciation posts). I'm just wondering because it seems more difficult to gain traction on this site compared to some of the other ones (easily getting 100s of reads in a short time after updates), but I am probably just doing something wrong. Anonymous ask because I don't want to seem like I'm trying to advertise without permission!

Hm, lemme gather some advice for what I believe is somewhat the meta on how to get into MoA, along with bonus advice for our Tumblr-writing-bubble in general.

MoA-Advice:

1. I try to widen my scope of idols I read about, but I won't lie: IZ*ONE, IVE, as well as other idols I really like are a lot more likely to land on MoA. Basically: write them and you have a bigger chance.

2. Appereance is key. Put interesting information about the fic right at the top, below the title (like e.g. I do) or maybe below the pic/gif. Also: USE PICS, but y'all probably know that. It really helps to kickstart the imagination, even idol X might wear sth different.

You don't have to put in every detail at the start like I do, but hints about length, tags, kinks, other interesting trivia are crucial for me to continue reading.

3. Grammar and spelling don't have to perfect, and your style does not have to be exquisite or utterly brilliant like some of the legend on here, but:

Show variety, use different structures for your sentences and unique words. Repetition can make a fic jarring to read.

Tumblr-Bubble-Advice:

1. If your goal is to be succesful, you should try to get a feel for what is Meta in terms of length, idol and kinks.

Length above 5k and below 10k is in my observation what a lot of readers like. It's not too long to take too much time (to fap or whatever filthy things you naughty ppl are doing), but at the same time it's more than just a scene without substance (meaning there is more than dull, blunt sex, probably).

Meta-Idols... are hard to define. Popular groups should always work, but there is still a difference between Mina/Tzuyu and Jihyo/Jeongyeon, so even in a GOAT gg like Twice you should go for more popular members (if success is your only goal). Other than that, Karina, Yuna, Ahn Yujin are always popular; young, big boobs/butts, idols with mature/sexy concepts in their group (LSFM, (G)I-DLE) are often well received.

Daddy-Kink has been overused, but it never fails soooooo feel free to use that. Any kind of dynamic with power (dom!idols sub!reader as well) can definitely work, really depends on the idol though. Rough, hard sex for "sluts" (confident, sexy idols) and cuddles and kisses for cute idols...

2. This one is obvious: DON'T STEAL WORK/IDEAS! Someone will find them and it's also lame af

3. Ignore everything I said as it is only an observation and subject to change because everything does with time. Write what you want, how you want, when you want. Have fun, otherwise it's not worth it.

(We don't get money on here btw, at least not from notes)

(Also: don't write ua idols. Use your brain.)

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tobiasdrake · 4 months

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A hopeless confrontation with a hopeless demon.

Quarble, he's too fast. I've tried to dodge and weave and watch for openings but he nails me every time. No matter what I do, it's like he's right there, waiting for me to do it. I can't get away from him.

"Look, man. This is just a job. I'm not your therapist. Figure it out or don't."

You really don't have any ideas? You don't know anything or... have any suggestions I can use here?

How am I supposed to beat this guy, Quarble? Eleven times. He's gutted me eleven times. Yeah, okay, lesson learned about underestimating people, but I've been trying really hard. Was I wrong to think I could actually do this?

Maybe he was right. Maybe I'm at my limit. Maybe... this is where my journey ends.

"...push... through...."

Did you say something, Quarble?

"Yeah, I said 'If I don't get any Time Shards soon I'm bailing. Have fun getting dissected again.'

No, there was something... like a flicker....

"Hallucinations may be an occasional side effect of being gruesomely butchered, revived, and butchered again repeatedly in a short time period. I say 'may be' because most people give up and accept the sweet embrace of death well before it ever gets to this point."

"It's a mistake to rely on speed alone; It's too easy to push through. I figured that out early in our training. Zale learned it shortly after."

We go through.

I've been letting this job get in my head. Trying to be more cautious. Trying to be mindful. But the answer was right there in the fable. I need to stop running.

Luana spent her whole life sparring with a Blade Dancer. It's a style eerily similar to Brugaves's new demon style. To the point that it almost seems like a cruel joke for Aephorul to forge him this way.

Nobody knew better than her how to counter that style. And she wrote it down. You don't run away from a Blade Dancer. You go through.

If he's too fast for you, then he may just as easily be too fast for himself. All you have to do is stand your ground and let him strike himself upon your weapon.

I've been getting in my own head. Worrying about stupid things like safety and protecting myself. When I should have been asking the obvious question from the start.

What would Luana do?

Hey! Goat-licker. Imagine selling out the people who love you so you can be the Acolytes' gofer. I can't even be vindictive about it 'cause having to live like this is punishment enough.

Sure, you used to have respect, admiration, kids looking up to you with stars in their eyes, and a dedicated life-partner who'd do anything for you. But you're right, kissing the foot of a four-headed butt-chugger every morning is just as fucking good, isn't it?

You're a coward and a fool, Barma'thazel. You were barely any good as a Solstice Warrior. And now you're a bottom-feeding parasite living in a hellhole, clinging desperately to the one gift his master graced him with.

The goddess forgot about you long ago. She's over you. And I'm done running from you. Because I'm better than you.

It's called crippling overspecialization, ass-weevil. You'd think a general of an armed forces would be able to grasp a concept as basic as that. But I guess you're just too slow.

Hold up. Do you mean that in the figurative sense? Like, we are all pieces in a larger game that cares nothing for winners and losers, and so in the grand scheme of things we are all doo--

NOPE LITERAL SENSE VERY LITERAL SENSE GODDAMMIT

SHIT SHIT SHIT FUCK FUCK SHIT FUCK

WHY

WHY CAN'T I EVER JUST WIN SOMETHING

I LOOKED SO COOL BACK THERE

MY HAT WAS SET TO MAXIMUM AWESOME

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK

YEEEEEEEEEES Holy shit, thank you prophesized Lifesaver. Wentworth, you are a sight for sore eyes.

...wait, what?

...

Errors have been made. You know, I thought you looked a little small to be the colossal dragon that Luana wrote about but I just figured she'd embellished.

In any case, THANK YOU DRAGON BESTIE WOO FUCKING HOO

Let's blow this shithole and go home!

*deep breath*

In your name.

#the messenger #drake plays the messenger

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cljordan-imperium · 7 months

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Heaven Visits The LaVeaus - 2

“See, I told you this trip would be good for you.” Cade finally made it up to them and clapped Arthur on the shoulder. “And Mama Marie and the spooky bunch has adopted another stray. I guess we’re brothers now, Arthur. Wait till you taste her food! We may never get you back to England.” They all laughed as they began to head in to see exactly how big of a feast Marie HAD prepared.

Arthur snorted at Cade’s quit and rolled his eyes. “You’re all spoiling her. How am I supposed to take her home now?” He side-eyed Cade, a slight smirk toying on his lips.

Cade shook his head, “I guess you won’t. We’ll keep her and you can go home alone, you grumpy asshole. She’ll fit in better here anyway. Bet she’ll think it’s a vacation.” He ducked a swing from Arthur, who wasn’t really trying hard to actually hit him. Laughing he shoved his friend back, glad to see that the man was..could it be...no…actually SMILING?! Seemed the slight and fair beauty he’d brought over with him HAD done some good for the old goat.

“Do I need to go get Alexander to separate you two old war horses?” Mel’s amused voice broke into the men’s exchange. “Hey, don’t threaten us with a good time, beautiful.” Cade winked over at his fiance’. ��Although I’ve dealt with his cranky ass when he’s tired before, I’d prefer you NOT.” This got a laugh from Arthur. Damn, the little woman had started to heal the man. Hot damn! This might not be the serious visit he’d been afraid of. Eggshells shelved?

“Where is the bastard?” Arthur asked, looking around the estate that was even larger than his brother’s back in England. The land here was different, but just as old, and there was something about it that had a different feel. Something darker, even in the bright Louisiana sunshine.

“He didn’t land until almost midnight last night from his flight, so he is still passed out upstairs. We can see if he’s awake when we drop off your luggage, old man. If he misses Mama Marie’s cooking, he’ll be pissed.” Cade laughed and clapped Arthur on the back as he jerked his head toward the back of the SUV. “Come on, your wife packs like mine. I’m not hauling all that up by myself.”

Arthur looked between Cade and Melania for a moment, a brow raised. “Maybe it’s something about witches.” It was said flatly, with no derision, and then he headed to the back of the vehicle, leaving both Mel and Cade staring at one another, mouths slightly agape and trying not to laugh. Yes, he was going to fit right in.

*****

Alexander had been groggy, but awake, when the men had taken the luggage upstairs. He made some kind of unintelligible response about breakfast and headed in to get a shower. Cade just shook his head as he headed downstairs again. Alexander has known Mel for over a decade and was considered family. After all that had gone down jn Serbia and after, Cade considered him a brother too.

"The grumpy Brit will be down in a minute he's showering." Cade announced as he came into the dining room that looked like a Cajun and Creole buffet had exploded all over it.

"There is more than one? I thought mine was it." Heaven teased her husband who made a grumble but pulled her close to kiss her softly none the less.

''He learned it from Alexander I think." Mel teased. "Especially before coffee it's not safe to have him around loaded weapons."

"No weapons talk around the new children." Marie came through and tsked at Mel. "Breakfast. If I'm going to have to listen to the men and their guns all day, I'm not listening to you talk about them while we eat."

"Of course, Mama." Mel kissed her mom lightly on the cheek before starting to point out all the delicacies that Marie had prepared. Crayfish, shrimp, grits, cream sauces, and richness abounded. As a nod to their guests, Marie had even been able to get the local butcher to make blood sausage.

"And someone remember to feed Archibald so he doesn't try to come in and visit." Dontanion's very heavily old French accented voice called from the kitchen.

"Who is Archibald?" Heaven asked, looking confused why a friend would not be wanted as a visitor with so much food being laid out.

"My pet albino alligator. Come on, you two have a complexion in common. I raised him from a baby. Albinos aren't rare to be born, but they rarely make it to adulthood. Being white in the bayou is a liability." Mel explained as she led the petite woman into the kitchen grabbing a bag of mega marshmallows and then chicken thighs. "He LOVES marshmallows!"

"You spoil him!" Cade called after her in tease.

"Says the man I equally spoil!" Mel turned and stuck out her tongue at him. "He's ornery, but I love him." She laughed as she looped her arm with Heaven's and led her to the dock. “I just tolerate Cade.” Winking over at the beauty next to her, she laughed harder.

Heaven & Arthur Shelby belong to @call-sign-shark

@raincoffeeandfandoms @blind-the-winds @saltysupercomputer @aziz-reads @toribookworm22 @writingmaidenwarrior @jessica-writes22 @late-to-the-fandom

#writeblr #my ocs #my writing #friend's oc #Behind These Masks #Heaven x Arthur #Melania x Cade #LaVeaus & Shelbys #Louisiana #Bayou #writeblr community #writeblr connect #witches #found family

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secretswiftymarvelfan · 1 year

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The Demigod From Asgard - Steve Rogers x Reader (Part 66)

Summary: Nerves begin to get to Steve, and you all celebrate Christmas

Word Count: 5.3k

Warnings: Angst! Language! Fluff! SMUT 18+ ONLY! MINORS DNI!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Series Masterlist / Masterlist

Chapter 66: Steve The Goat*

The next morning you and Steve were relaxing and eating breakfast on the balcony of your apartment. Steve was smiling as he sipped at his coffee, watching you across the table. You were smiling to yourself as you looked out at the view, eating your fruit salad, your hand absentmindedly running over your small bump.

“Hey, I’m not interrupting am I?” Nat asks walking out onto the balcony.

“No not at all come join us” you smile patting the chair between you and Steve.

“Guess what happened last night,” you say excitedly as she sits down picking up a grape.

“Practiced making kid number two?” Nat asks with a smirk making Steve choke on his coffee.

“No,” he says clearing his throat.

“Yeah, but that’s not what I meant,” you say at the same time, earning a look from Steve.

“Look” you smile running your hand over your bump.

“Hey, you popped, looking good mamma” Nat smirks winking at you.

“It does make my next question a little harder though” Nat sighs leaning back in her chair.

“What’s wrong?” Steve asks furrowing his brows.

“We’ve got a mission, a terrorist cell in Syria, the three of us have been coping fine without you, but I think we’re gonna need your help with this one Steve” Nat explains with a sigh.

“But I know the stakes are higher now, so it’s up to you” She adds glancing over at you.

Steve nods slowly his hand running over his beard and lips in thought. Looking over at you trying to work out what to do.

“When do you need to head out?” Steve asks with a sigh dropping his hand from his face.

“Lunchtime” Nat tells him.

“Okay, we’ll talk it over and I’ll let you know,” Steve says looking over at you.

“Thanks Steve,” Nat says grabbing an apple as she stands up and heads out.

The door had barely shut when you spoke up "you should go Steve” you tell him.

“Y/N-“ Steve sighs shaking his head.

“Do you want to go?” You interrupt him.

“I want to help yes, but there’s so many risks, what if something goes wrong” Steve sighs shaking his head.

“Aren’t you the man who fell from a helicarrier?” You say raising a brow.

“Look Steve, I can see you itching to go, you want to help, and I know everything will be okay because it’s you,” you say standing up and moving to stand beside him hand running over his shoulders.

“I am too but we both know I can’t, so go save the world for me” you smile as he looks up at you.

“Are you absolutely sure? Because I won’t go if you’re not 100% okay with this” Steve asks putting his arm around your waist.

“I’m completely fine with it, I promise, just stay safe and don’t take any stupid risks,” you tell him making him chuckle gently.

“I won’t I promise,” he says smiling up at you “and I’ll ask Nat and Sam to keep me in line”

You laugh kissing the top of his head “you should probably go get ready the sooner you lot go the sooner you’ll be back” you tell him.

“You’re right, thank you” Steve smiles as he stands wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his side to kiss the top of your head.

A short while later Steve was back in his suit rolling up the sleeves as he got ready to leave. You were sat on the couch watching with a small smile on your face as he exposed his forearms.

“You know it’s harder to leave when you’re looking at me like that” Steve smirks as he pulls on his gloves.

“I’m just thinking you should have done that years ago” you smirk nodding to his arms.

“I don’t think we would have gotten anything done on missions if I had,” Steve says walking over to lean against the back of the couch.

“Your point being?” You smirk raising a brow and making him laugh.

“You two have fun and don’t wait up I don’t know when we'll be back” Steve smiles leaning down to kiss you.

“We will, be safe,” you tell him as he stands back up.

“Of course doll, see you later” Steve smiles shouldering his pack and heading out.

He met the rest of the team outside by the jet, Sam walking over to join him when he spotted him.

“Hey cap good to see you, we’ll be home in time for dinner don’t worry” Sam smiles slapping Steve on the shoulder as they walked onto the jet.

“Sounds like a plan, you got the coordinates?” Steve asks putting his pack down and moving to the pilot seat.

“Already in the system, you could jet let the autopilot do the job,” Sam tells him.

“I know but it’s been a while” Steve smiles glancing over at Sam.

“Sure thing cap” Sam smiles patting Steve on the shoulder before stepping away.

Once everyone was ready Steve fired up the jet and took off towards Syria. Once up above the clouds Steve sat back enjoying the peace and quiet. He wasn’t sure what sparked the train of thought, but he started thinking about his time as a kid.

He smiled to himself when he thought of everything his mother did for him. She was perfect, like he knew you would be. He then wondered what his life would have been like if his father had been around. Steve never really had a father figure to look up to and he realised with a start that he had no idea how to be a father because he didn’t have one himself.

Steve sighed pinching the bridge of his nose before running his hand up into his hair.

“Hey, you okay cap?” Sam asks grabbing Steve’s attention.

“Yeah just tired, I’ll be fine,” Steve says not looking away from the in front.

Thankfully neither Sam nor anyone else questions him further. He was grateful you weren’t here either because you’d see right through his façade. He pushed all the invasive thoughts out of his head. He needed to focus on the mission and getting back home safe.

Steve landed the jet far enough away so they weren’t spotted and they started making their way towards the base. As they walked Steve was grateful for all the time spent in Wakanda, since it meant he was much more used to this heat. They stopped at a small ridge near the entrance to make a plan of attack.

“There should be about 10 terrorists in there,” Nat says.

"There’s more than that” Wanda frowns as she glances over the ridge.

“How many?” Steve asks.

“I’m not certain, some seem scared,” Wanda says closing her eyes as she focused.

“Sam do you think you could get redwing close enough,” Steve asks looking over at Sam.

“I’ll try,” Sam says activating redwing.

The small robotic bird flies over the ridge and towards the base staying out of view.

“Shit” Sam mutters looking down at the screen.

“What is it?” Steve asks trying to have a look.

“All the extra people are hostages, I can see a couple of kids too,” Sam says glancing up at Steve.

“This mission has changed drastically” Nat sighs and glances over the ridge.

“Okay, we’re gonna have to be more subtle, Wanda I want you to use your powers to draw them out, we want as much of the fight to be outside,” Steve says looking over at Wanda who nods her head.

“Sam and I will take them out while Nat you sneak inside to take out the few that remain and secure the hostages” Steve continues nodding to Sam and Nat.

The four of them work out the finer details of the plan. Once sorted they moved into their position and began their attack. Steve and Sam lie in hiding while Wanda used her powers to lead the terrorists out. She guided them to Steve and Sam who quickly and silently took them out one by one.

“I’ve got the hostages secured,” Nat says over the comms.

“We’re nearly done” Steve grunts as he lands a kick to a guy’s head knocking him out.

A few minutes and a few more terrorists taken out later, Steve, Sam and Wanda were walking into the base to join Nat. They find her in with the hostages helping them by giving those who needed it first aid.

“What’s the situation?” Steve asks glancing around at everyone.

“No one is seriously hurt but a few have some minor injuries, I don’t think they’ve eaten in a while,” Nat says as she stands back up.

“Okay, we should try and get them back to the nearest town, but first we should get them some food, Sam can you go back to the jet and bring it here? There should be enough rations for everyone” Steve says turning to Sam.

“On it,” Sam says turning to leave.

“Wanda go see if there’s any supplies here” Steve orders, Wanda nodding in agreement.

Once they were gone Steve looked around at the hostages spotting a little girl curled up in the corner. Unlike the other children, she was completely alone and shivering. Steve grabbed a sheet from the side walked over and wrapped it around the girl. It wasn’t thick but it was something.

“What’s your name?” Steve asks gently as he crouches down in front of her.

She looks up at him terrified not answering him “I’m Steve” he says pointing to himself he then points to her before repeating his question.

“Alaya,” she says quietly.

“Nice to meet you Alaya” Steve smiles keeping his voice gentle and calm to soothe her.

“Where’s your mama?” Steve asks her and she shakes her head.

“Papa?" Steve asks.

“H-home” Alaya tells him struggling with her English.

“Okay, we’ll get you home to your papa” Steve promises her.

“Nat is there anyone here that can speak English?” Steve asks looking over his shoulder at Nat.

“Yes he can,” Nat says gesturing to a man who was sitting nearby.

“Were you all taken from the same place?” Steve asks him standing back up.

“Yes, the same town,” the guy says nodding his head.

“What is the town called?” Nat asks him.

“Suran,” the man tells them, Nat quickly looking up where it was.

“That’s not too far,” Nat says looking over at Steve.

“Good, we should get these people back to their families as quickly as possible” Steve nods looking back over at Alaya.

A short while later Sam returned carrying in a pack of rations and some water. The team get to work handing out the food and water making sure everyone had something.

“We should eat too, we don’t know when we’ll get back,” Steve says chucking rations to Sam, Nat and Wanda.

They all nod in agreement moving to find spots in the room to sit down. Steve spots Alaya struggling to open her pack. So he moves to sit down beside her opening her pack for her.

“Thank you” she mutters quietly before tucking into the rations.

Steve gives her a reassuring smile as he opens up his own pack and starts eating his. As he ate he’d glance down at Alaya occasionally to make sure she was okay, smiling when she ended up shuffling closer to him. He glances up at Nat who was smirking over at him.

Once they’d all eaten they got ready to head back to the jet and get everyone home. As they headed out Steve felt a little hand grab his, looking down he saw Alaya walking beside him. He smiles bending down and lifting her up onto his hip carrying her the rest of the way to the jet.

Once on board, Steve realises there was barely enough space to get everyone on. They’d do it and the jet would still fly but they’d all be crammed in.

"Sam, are you good to fly us?” Steve asks turning around to face him.

“Sure not a problem” Sam agrees moving to the pilot seat.

Steve finds a spot on the floor moving to sit down, placing Alaya on his lap to save space. She shifted slightly getting comfortable before starting to pick at the frayed edges of the shawl around her. When the jet took off she squeaked in fear cowering further into Steve.

“Hey it’s okay, it’s okay you’re safe” Steve reassures her wrapping his arms around her soothingly.

He continued to comfort her until he felt her relax. Starting to fiddle with the leather of his gloves, making his fingers bend. Giving him a small smile when she glanced up at him. Once they landed Steve picked her back up and carried her back into town with the others. As they approached the town people started to notice them, running out to greet friends and family.

“Alaya!” Steve heard a man shout.

Turning around he saw a man rushing out of a shop in their direction. A look of shock and relief was written all over his face.

“Papa!” Alaya shouted when she saw her dad.

Steve put her down watching as she ran straight into the arms of her father. He held her tightly the both of them crying tears of joy as they reunited. The dad picked Alaya up and walked over to Steve.

“Thank you, I can never repay this debt,” he says shaking his head as tears rolled down his face.

“No debt to pay, I’m glad she’s back where she belongs” Steve smiles.

“Thank you” the man smiles gratefully.

Once the team was comfortable that everyone was gonna be okay they made their way back to the jet. As they walked Nat matched pace with Steve.

“I see your fatherly instinct is already coming out” she smirks nudging him.

“It was nothing,” Steve says shaking his head.

“I tried to talk to her before you arrived and she wouldn’t say a word, so just take the compliment, Steve. You’re gonna be a good dad” Nat tells him with an honest smile.

“You really think so?” Steve asks quietly.

“100%” Nat assures him with a gentle hand on his arm.

“Thanks Nat” Steve smiles.

“Thank you for coming out, it probably would have gone wrong without you, now let’s get you home” Nat smiled patting his shoulder.

Christmas rolled around much sooner than expected. Probably thanks to the Wakandan heat that meant it felt like it should be summer and not winter. Everyone had decided to try and stick to as many traditions the team had made as possible. But not to go overboard, it was still to be a simple affair.

“Do people really want to eat roast turkey when it’s this hot?” You say as you made a list of all the food everyone wanted.

“When you’re cooking it yes” Nat smirks making you chuckle and roll your eyes.

“You know I should be the one that’s putting their feet up and relaxing” you point out.

“I can always help” Steve offers shrugging his shoulders as he leant against the kitchen counter.

“Nope! Never again! You are not making us all sick again” Nat states shaking her head at him.

“Okay, okay fine!” Steve sighs holding his hands up in surrender as you laugh shaking your head.

“I can help you out Y/N” Sam offers with a smile.

“Thank you” you smile.

“So what else do we need to sort before the big day?” Wanda asks.

“Just secret Santa” Steve answers.

“We’ve got all the names in a hat already and we included Bucky too, we know he’s keeping his distance for his own and our sakes while he goes through his treatment but it’s Christmas,” you say shrugging your shoulders as you grab one of Steve’s caps that had all the names in.

“And we agree that all gifts have to be something small, nothing big or extravagant,” Steve says glancing around at everyone.

“It’s not like I can just access my Avengers paycheques” Nat smirks making Steve chuckle.

“Okay, so who wants to go first,” you ask holding out the cap.

“Ooh me!” Wanda exclaims putting her hand in and grabbing a small slip of paper.

She opens it up careful not to show it, smiling to herself as she slipped it into her pocket.

“Your turn Wilson,” you say holding the cap out towards him.

He puts his hand in shuffling the papers before pulling one out. Before he opens it up, he glances over at Wanda.

“You better not read my mind to see who I’ve got” Sam warms.

“I promise not to read anyone’s mind” Wanda promises holding her hands up.

Nat then takes her slip, then Steve, leaving you with the choice of two. You pick one out quickly looking to see that you’d drawn Wanda.

“So, this is Bucky’s,” Steve says grabbing the last piece and leaving it folded up as he slides it into his pocket.

“We’ll go give it to him when we visit later” you suggest glancing up at Steve.

“Yeah, alright you all have your targets, you have a week to complete your missions” Steve smirks making you snort with laughter.

“C’mon cap we’ve got people to see” you laugh shaking your head.

You and Steve make the journey out to the tribal lands where Bucky was now living. He has been offered a place in the palace but turned it down. As you approach you could see some of the kids out running and playing. You then spot Bucky spreading hay in a small paddock.

“Hey buck” Steve greets grabbing Bucky’s attention.

“Hey, didn’t know you guys were coming today?” Bucky says dropping the last of the hay, brushing his hand on his chest as he walked over.

“Thought we’d surprise you, I like the goats,” you say nodding to the pair of goats in the paddock with him.

“Thanks, they thought having something to focus on outside of everything would help,” Bucky says shrugging his shoulders.

“What are they called?” You ask.

“That one is called Phillips,” Bucky says pointing to the goat with the longer beard.

“Like Colonel Phillips?” Steve asks chuckling.

“Yeah he’s quite grumpy” Bucky smiles “and that one is called Steve” Bucky continues pointing to the smaller one.

“You named a goat after me?” Steve asks raising a brow as you bite your lips to stop yourself from laughing.

“Yeah because he’s hellbent on getting himself killed” Bucky explains and you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing.

Steve sighs hands on his hips as he shakes and drops his head. He looks up at Bucky who was smiling as you continued to laugh. As Steve looks down at you he sees you bite your lip and cover your mouth to try and stop yourself from laughing but ultimately fail.

“I’m sorry” you laugh shaking your head before looking back over at Bucky “you have to tell me more stories from when he was little”

“Don’t worry doll I’ve got plenty of stories about this punk” Bucky smirks making Steve rolls his eyes.

“Jerk” Steve mutters shaking his head.

“You can tell me on Christmas day” you suggest making Bucky furrow his brows in confusion.

“What?” He questions.

“We want you to join us for Christmas” Steve explains.

“I don’t know, I wouldn’t want to ruin it,” Bucky says shaking his head.

“You won’t ruin it at all, please we’d love to have you there” you reassure him putting a hand on his shoulder.

“And gift wise you only have to worry about one person since we’re doing secret Santa, and one or both of us can help you with that” Steve explains pulling out the small slip of paper and passing it to Bucky.

“Yeah sure okay guess it’ll be kinda like old times,” Bucky says as he opens the slip to have a quick look.

“Except the food will be much nicer” Steve points out making Bucky chuckle.

“I’m guessing that means you’re banned from the kitchen” Bucky smirks.

“Yes, Me and Sam are doing the cooking" you laugh.

“Cool, I’m looking forward to it” Bucky smiles.

Christmas day soon rolled around and you woke up Christmas morning to Steve kissing your shoulder. The feeling of his beard gently scraping against your skin making your heart flutter. You smile shifting slightly so you could look over your shoulder at Steve.

“Merry Christmas Princess” Steve smiles kissing you gently.

“Merry Christmas Stevie” you smile shifting onto your back, hand moving up to cup his cheek, thumb stroking over his beard.

Steve smiles down at you “I think an elf visited overnight” he smirks making you raise a brow.

“Oh really? What makes you think that?” You smirk playfully.

“They dropped this off” Steve grins reaching behind him and pulling out a sprig of mistletoe.

You instantly laugh as he holds it above the two of you “you’re so cheesy” you chuckle shaking your head.

“Yeah but you love it” Steve grins leaning down and kissing you.

“Meh, I love America’s ass more” you smirk playfully making Steve snort with laughter pressing his forehead against yours.

“I was hoping you’d forgotten about that” Steve chuckles.

“How can I when I get to see it every morning, noon and night” you smirk your hand moving from his shoulder down his back before quickly slapping his ass.

Steve looks down with a mixture of amusement and shock “you’ve woken up in a particularly cheeky mood” he comments arching a brow.

“Yeah? And what are you gonna do about it?” You question biting your lips and tilting your head slightly.

“Well everyone is getting here at 11 am so I think I have time to teach you a lesson” Steve smirks his hand moving over your body until he cupped your clothed core making you gasp.

“You could probably teach me a few with the time we have” you comment.

“Depends on how long the first lesson takes” Steve smirks leaning down to kiss you.

You got so lost in the kiss that you hadn’t realised Steve’s hand had moved. Slipping underneath your shorts and panties to your already dripping core. You moan into the kiss your back arching as he runs his fingers over your slit. Collecting your slick before returning to your clit, running his fingers over it in circular motions.

“Stevie-“ you gasp feeling heat rush to your core.

“What is it princess?” He whispers his lips moving across your neck, his beard scratching and burning your skin.

“Please-“ you mewl as he adds more pressure to your clit.

“Use those words princess, what happened to all that talk?” Steve questions.

“Please Stevie I need you” you whine throwing your head back, you felt so close to the edge but you just knew, right now you needed him to finish.

“Hm, do you think you deserved it? Have you been a good girl?” Steve asks lifting his head away to look down at you.

“Yes,” you gasp nodding your head quickly.

Steve doesn’t answer instead you feel him pull away completely. You whine at the complete loss dropping your head back in disappointment. You were about to lift your head back up to see where he’d gone but you feel his hands grip your hips.

He then pulls you down the bed where he was now standing completely bare. He pulls off your shorts and panties in one fluid motion, discarding them somewhere in the room. You bite your lip in anticipation as he lines himself up. A low moan escaped from your both as he slides in until he was fully sheathed inside you.

He stills for a moment before starting to thrust into you. You moan throwing your head back onto the bed, hooking your legs around his slim hips. His hands grip your hips to keep you in place as he thrusts.

“Stevie I’m-“ you don’t get to finish your sentence as you cut yourself off with your own moan as your orgasm crashed over you.

Steve groaned as your walls clenched around him, pushing him further to his own release. He holds on just long enough to work you through yours before he comes with a low groan.

The two of you remain there panting as you came down from your highs. Steve eventually pulls out of you, watching as his spend mixes with your juices, spilling out of you.

“What happened to teaching me one long lesson?” You asked once you’d caught your breath enough to speak.

“Thought I’d go for the multiple-lesson approach” Steve smirks.

A couple of lessons later you and Steve were finally up and dressed. You had just stepped out of the bedroom, Steve following closely behind tickling your sides and making you laugh when you heard someone knocking on the door. You slap Steve’s hand away as you moved to open the door.

“Hey, guys come on in” you smile letting Sam, Nat and Wanda in.

“Can I get you guys a drink?” Steve offers as they walk in.

“I’ve got myself sorted,” Nat says producing a bottle of vodka.

“Want a mixer?” You chuckle as you step into the kitchen.

“Nope,” Nat smirks grabbing a shot glass.

You then hear a knock on the door “that must be Bucky, I’ll go” Steve says heading out of the kitchen.

He returns a few moments later with Bucky who looked a little apprehensive but gives a small smile as a greeting.

“So what’s the plan for lunch?” Sam asks rubbing his hands together.

“Well we better get straight on with it I’m a little behind with the timings, got a little distracted” you admit glancing over at Steve.

“As long as you cleaned up after yourselves” Bucky smirks picking up the sprig of mistletoe that was now on the kitchen counter.

“Gross” Nat mutters as she takes a shot of vodka.

“No- we didn’t- not in-“ Steve stutters before sighing and shaking his head.

“It didn’t leave the bedroom” you finish for him.

“Remind me never to step foot in there” Bucky chuckles shaking his head as he slaps Steve on the shoulder.

“Okay let’s change the topic, you lot got relax while me and Sam get started on the food,” you say ushering everyone out of the kitchen.

You and Sam got to work prepping anything that was left to be prepped and getting everything in the oven. Once you reached a point where you were able to leave it you made your way out of the kitchen to join the others.

You sit yourself down beside Steve who wrapped his arm around you pulling you into his side so he could kiss the top of your head. You smile up at him resting your head on his shoulder and your hand resting on his chest.

You laughed as Nat and Sam questioned Bucky about Steve’s antics back in the war. Bucky happily provided them with plenty of stories and ammunition to tease Steve with.

“Yeah and then he’d-" Bucky says before Steve interrupts.

“Okay that’s enough shall we do presents?” Steve says standing up and moving to the tree where all the presents were.

“Spoilsport!” Wanda shouts laughing at him.

“Don’t worry I’ll tell you all later” Bucky winks making Steve roll his eyes.

“C’mon then Santa! Dish out all the presents” you smirk.

“I’m guessing everyone tagged them?” Steve says as he looks through the selection of presents.

“Okay first we have a present to Nat from Wanda,” Steve says passing Nat the present.

“Wanda this is from Sam, Sam this is from Y/N, Y/N this is from Bucky, Bucky this is from me and that leaves this one to me from Nat,” Steve says as he reads the labels and passes them out.

Steve sits back down beside you and everyone starts unwrapping their presents. Steve laughs as he unwraps his revealing a set of noise-cancelling earmuffs.

“Thanks, Romanoff” Steve chuckles holding them up.

“You’re welcome, thought it would help with your upcoming sleepless nights” Nat smirks as she tries on the new red jacket Wanda had gotten her.

“I’ll be stealing these,” you say reaching for them but Steve slaps your hand away.

“You have your own present” Steve reminds you.

“Which is lovely thank you Bucky” you smile your hands running over the tribal blanket Bucky had given you.

“It's okay, Steve helped me” Bucky smiles bashfully.

“It was mostly you Buck,” Steve says with a smile.

“Thanks anyway Steve and thanks for the present” Bucky smiles holding up Steve’s old notebook.

“It’s okay, I thought you needed it more, it’s got a bunch of stuff to help you catch up or you could use it anyway you like” Steve explains.

“Okay so we know we agreed on just doing secret Santa but the 4 of us agreed to get you two something,” Wanda says as she grabs a large present and puts it down in front of you and Steve.

“Oh guys you didn’t have to,” you say in disbelief as you shake your head.

“We know just open it” Sam chuckles.

You and Steve unwrap the box opening it up to reveal a bunch of baby onesies, socks, soft toys and other essentials. You instantly tear up as you look through the box, unable to stop yourself when you find one onesie that said ‘superhero in training’.

“Guys this- this is amazing” you sniffle wiping away your tears.

“Fucking hormones,” you say with a watery chuckle making everyone laugh.

“Language” Steve chuckles wrapping his arm around you and pulling you into his embrace, rubbing your back soothingly.

“Thank you guys we can’t thank you enough” Steve smiles at the group.

“It’s nothing we can’t wait to meet the little one” Nat smiles.

“Neither can we” Steve smiles looking over at you, his hand moving to rest on your bump.

Once the presents were unwrapped you all sat down for your Christmas dinner. Steve doing the honours of carving the turkey. You all talked and laughed as you feasted until you couldn’t think of eating more.

Everyone sitting down to watch a Christmas movie before eventually falling asleep. Succumbing to their food comas. You fell asleep on Steve’s shoulders, his arm wrapped around you, hand resting once again on your bump.

That evening everyone headed home and you and Steve got ready for bed. Steve was already in bed, sat up against the headboard as you climbed in. He smiled over at your mischievously making you raise a brow.

“What are you smirking at?” You ask him.

“I have a little surprise for you” Steve smiles.

“What kind of surprise?” You ask raising a brow.

“This,” Steve says putting a small neatly wrapped box in your lap.

“Steve we said we weren’t doing gifts this year,” you say shaking your head.

“I know but I couldn’t resist” Steve smiles.

“Well, I guess I shouldn’t really complain since I couldn’t resist either” you smirk reaching into your bedside table to grab Steve’s present.

Steve laughs shaking his head at you as you pass him his present. He smiles leaning over to kiss you gently.

“Thank you” he smiles.

“You haven’t even opened it yet” you chuckle.

“I know” Steve grins.

The two of you open up your presents, Steve giving you a gorgeous set of earrings shaped like stars. You gave him a little wooden plaque that said ‘best dad in the universe. Steve instantly tears up as he reads it.

“Thank you princess I love it” Steve smiles kissing the side of your head.

“You’re welcome, and thank you I love the earrings” you smile moving to kiss him back.

“C’mon we’ve had a long day we should try and get some sleep” Steve smiles putting the presents aside.

You hum in agreement suppressing a yawn as you lie down. Steve smiles wrapping his arm around you and kissing the top of your head.

“Merry Christmas princess” Steve mumbles against your head.

“Merry Christmas America’s ass” you hum making Steve laugh.

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pillow-anime-talk · 2 years

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fluffy and quality time.

request: can you write a comfort fluff headcanon or scenarios of shiina asahi and shinigo kisumi with reader from free? (both of them separated) i have such a soft spot for them 🥺

# tags: scenarios; current relationships; soft romance; pure fluff; comfort fic; kisses; hugs; quality time; zoo!au & cooking together; mention of having children; sfw

includes: gender neutral reader ft. asahi shiina & kisumi shinigo {free!}

author’s note: awhhh. i love this :(

— ASAHI

“... L-Look! Little otters!” You said with big eyes full of joy and your boyfriend just laughed. You looked really precious.

Asahi knew you love animals and have a soft spot for exotic creatures that you would never normally see in Japan, so for the first time in your relationship, you went to one of the largest zoo and botanical gardens near to Tokyo (literally less than half an hour from your University).

You’ve been at the zoo since twelve o’clock, and it was now... five in the afternoon on your watch. It was a huge and beautiful place full of amphibians, reptiles, fish, mammals and birds, as well as plants and invertebrates. There was also a mini-zoo, where you had the opportunity to stroke a cute donkey less than twenty minutes ago, and feed the goats.

You also had the chance to enter the glass aquarium in which the mentioned otters, seals, dolphins and many, many different colorful fishes swam.

It was definitely one of the best day of your life and one of the best date.

“We can go to the butterfly house, Y/N!” Your boyfriend screamed as loud as you, and at the sound of his voice you only squealed with great excitement and at the same time you hugged him tightly, squeezing his hand, which you were holding all the time until now.

Once you heard from someone that butterflies love to sit on human hair and nose, so you could not miss this occasion. You wanted Asahi to capture this moment.

— KISUMI

You smiled gently at the sight of your sweet boyfriend pouring flour into a bowl with the precision of a surgeon, then doing the same with baking powder. Plus, seeing him in a cute apron that match his hair was... amazing and so cute.

That evening you decided to make cupcakes with chocolate and fresh strawberries. You took care of heating the sweet chocolate in a pot and cutting the fruit, while your partner, with the help of a recipe found on the Internet, created his little masterpiece, i.e. a mass for vanilla cupcakes. You did it quite well as a people who don’t bake sweets very often (hardly ever).

“Babe. Will you pass me a spoon, please?” You asked Kisumi and he immediately handed you a silver cutlery, stealing a quick but really warm kiss from you in the meantime. Your cheeks flushed slightly and then you went back to your milk chocolate which you mixed. After a while you added diced strawberries to it. “It looks good now, but I wonder what the final product will taste like.” You chuckled, and the pink-haired teenager only frowned slightly.

“... You know, this could be considered our first child, so it will be as wonderful as the two of us.” He smirked and you nudged him lightly on the right side. “Hey?! Am I wrong?”

“S-Shush, dummy. Add two eggs and stop distracting me!”

“Awhh, you’re so cute when you’re embarrassed! I’ll give you one more kiss...!”

It was a really nice evening.

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shipaholic · 10 months

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Episode 2: “The Clue” / “A Companion To Owls”

Good Omens 2 Episode 2 liveblog! Beware spoilers!!

- Crowley is such a troll in this opening scene. I've come around on the beard/glasses combo. He looks like a wisecracking talking Disney goat.

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- Jon Hamm’s impression of Buddy Holly is amazing. “Ah-hey, ah-hey-hey” yes give me those weird, grandpa-like hiccups.

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- I can hear a fly during the zoom in on sleeping Crowley in the Bentley... does Beez have one spy in the bookshop and one on Crowley at all times?

- Hmmm, Shax tells Crowley right away about Heaven detecting the miracle. That could be evidence for my Beelzebub theory, I guess...? Beez wants Crowley kept informed about the danger, so that he’ll continue to keep Gabriel safe, but they get to keep up plausible deniability with Shax and the other demons that they’re only threatening Crowley.

- Poor Shax. Crowley’s bullying her.

- LOL are all the other demons afraid of driving at high speeds? (See: Hastur.) All he had to do to get rid of Shax was rev the engine.

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- I like Maggie, but she’s a little clingy with Aziraphale. You’d think the euphoria of having 8 months of overdue rent forgiven would have lasted longer than 24 hours. On the other hand, her encyclopaedic knowledge of music history is really cool.

- Aziraphale conducting every time he sings Everyday is the cutest thing ever.

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- Crowley orders Talisker! I assume John Finnemore insisted.

- OMG, Mr. Brown is holding a newspaper with THEE headline in it about the Nebraska woman who taught her duck to play the accordion.

- “Get humans wet, and staring into each others’ eyes. Vavoom.” I. I don’t think Crowley knows where babies come from either.

- THAT JANE AUSTEN LORE. AND CROWLEY DISAPPROVES?? SHE SOUNDS AWESOME

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- Aziraphale is so hesitant when he says he doesn’t think God wants to kill Job’s children, and so utterly certain when he says he knows Crowley doesn’t want to. He already has more faith in Crowley’s mercy than God’s. 😭

- THE UNBELIEVABLE LEVELS OF SASS

- OK Ty Tennant is very funny

- Both the older kids treating Aziraphale like a waiter is hilarious actually, as is Jemima wanting to be a blue lizard and Crowley obliging

- I’ve been jossed a bunch already this season, but the biggest shock to my system by far is Crowley tempting Aziraphale into enjoying human food. I genuinely assumed Aziraphale has been nibbling on whatever was around to nibble on since he was first deployed on Earth. It took him a millennia and a half to try barbeque?? Poor deprived bb

- Whoever wrote that post about Aziraphale discovering honey and tearing into a beehive like an especially feral Winnie The Pooh, I hope they’re patting themself on the back right now.

- I am more into the sight of Michael Sheen falling onto an entire ox corpse like a starving werewolf than I am comfortable with, but fine, I guess this is who I am now.

- ALL I’M SAYING IS, Crowley and Aziraphale’s first kiss had better go EXACTLY like this.

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- I’m here for hungover Crowley wobbling across the sand.

- I suspect this minisode is difficult to follow for any viewers who didn’t swot up on the Book of Job a fortnight or so ago, like I assume we all did.

- Michael is the only angel in this scene who possesses more than a single braincell, but they’re all clearly thick as can be. The only people thicker than them are Job and Ennon, who are somehow even worse at lying than Aziraphale and Crowley.

- Crowley has such immense fucking panache this entire episode. I do love him and his terrible beard.

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- That little tongue in cheek thing Aziraphale does on “investigation” - he cannot get any cuter now. it’s literally impossible. please.

- Crowley slapped his hand omg

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- Oh god, the conversation on the bench... Aziraphale is in actual tears, and Crowley is so wry and gentle and reassuring, even while delivering words that are, taken on their own, a stark form of comfort. He’s just a calm presence while Aziraphale experiences shrimp emotions on the other side of the bench. I can’t even speak about Aziraphale, honestly, but I’ll give it a shot... he is so brave and scared 😭😭😭 Hell?? He really thought he belonged in Hell? Crowley was absolutely right to gently laugh at a notion that ridiculous (and awful) (and then again, Crowley also used to be a sweet little curly-headed bunny of an angel, and look at the unspeakable thing that happened to him). There’s that little moment where Crowley says he’s not going to tell anyone, and asks Aziraphale if he’s going to tell anyone, and Aziraphale gives this little ashamed headshake, like he’s realising for the first time that he’s not, he’s willing to lie (by omission) about this too. And then he glances at the sky, as if verifying that God isn’t going to send down a thunderbolt, and realises that he’s actually safe. There aren’t going to be any consequences; he’s going to get away with it. And that’s almost worse, the idea that he doesn’t live in a world with clearly defined rules, and he truly can’t predict what God thinks, or what she is going to do. She spoke directly to Job, but she’s a closed book to Aziraphale.

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- The ending credits are on fire so far this season.

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Right, um, next up, an episode I haven’t already seen. asdhkagsd.

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens 2 spoilers #good omens 2 liveblog #good omens s2e2 #The Clue #A Companion To Owls

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justsomeoneunordinary · 10 months

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤

Tagged by @togaki-kun, thank you! 💕

I always feel a bit silly recommending my own work because I’m “just” a short one-shots writer and don’t do anything huge such as worldbuilding, but hey, any fic is creative work, no matter the length, so…

1. Simulacrum (Madara/Tobirama, 4.2k, NR)

Tobirama has memory issues.

I can’t really say much about this fic because no matter what I say, it would be a spoiler. All I can say is that I stepped out of my usual comfort zone and challenged myself with this—and that I pretty much nailed it. I am extremely proud of all the reactions I received :)

2. In Another Time (Bucky/Tony, 1k, T)

It’s the jokes and the smiles and the intelligence behind those bright blue eyes. It’s the way Bucky drawls when he talks. It’s their night walks in the dark under the stars and how the air between them seems to spark. And before Tony knows it, he catches himself staring at those cherry red lips, imagining pulling Bucky behind the trees to steal a kiss. Though as lovely the thought is, as heavy crushes reality upon him and reminds him where and who they are. This is neither place nor time Tony belongs to—he belongs to Rhodey and Pepper and Happy. To F.R.I.D.A.Y. and his bots. To the future. Or, How a chain of certain accidental events lead to certain unexpected feelings with an uncertain future ahead of them.

I just really like the style I wrote this in. The rhymes, the back-and-forth play with the past, present and future to the point that I had readers tell me they had to re-read it to fully grasp everything (positively), the flow of the fic and the way I put so much story into so little words. This one will forever be one of my favorite fics because of its uniqueness.

3. A Sensei’s Job (Does Not Entail This) (Koharu & Tobirama, 1.9k, G)

When Tobirama decided to set a good example by taking on the role of a Jounin-sensei to prepare young Genin fresh out of the ninja academy for the life of a shiobi, he had been a bit nervous, but on the whole, he had been excited and looked forward to the experience and sharing his knowledge with Konoha’s future shinobi. Nothing could’ve prepared him for this, however. “My body is betraying meee!” Or, Koharu struggles with puberty, and Tobirama struggles with a teenager going through puberty.

Honestly, I’m just proud of the pacing and the dialogue of this wee friend here. Those are the two things I struggle the most; my pacing is always off, sometimes more, sometimes less, but it’s just never truly right (except for short ficlets), and dialogue is something I fail so much at that I have multiple fics with no dialogue at all because it’s just so much easier for me to write that way. Here, though? Here both are just right. This fic is nothing special, it’s really just a silly little thing to make you laugh, but I love coming back to it because it just reads so smoothly like no other of my fics. And also, because re-reading it never fails to brighten my day.

4. Sternhagelvoll (Madara/Tobirama, 2.2k, T)

Senju Tobirama stands in front of his house in the middle of the night with a goat on a leash. Senju. Fucking. Tobirama. Stands in front of his house. In the middle of the night. With a goat on a leash. “Are you drunk?” “Like a skunk,” Tobirama confirms, promptly collapsing at his feet. The goat bleats.

Look, humor and crack are my thing. It’s what I write the most and it’s what I’m best at. This one is special tho because it’s hands down the funniest I’ve written so far. I cracked up so hard while writing that I had to take several breaks, and I crack up at the same lines when I re-read it again. I’m just really proud of how fucking funny this one is, and that’s it.

5. Captivated Hearts (Hashirama/Mito, 3.1k, M)

Tobirama repeatedly enters the Land of the Dead to steal Mito’s souls and reanimate them, confident that she won’t catch him, when in reality, it would be so easy for her to pull him in by the foot he so carelessly sets into her realm. But Tobirama has a brother. Senju Hashirama, also known as Inari, is the kami of agriculture, rice, sake and various other things—and he has the kindest eyes Mito has ever seen in a man. With his sun-kissed skin and blinding smile, the warmth he radiates from within, and the joy he brings wherever he goes, he shines brighter than Amaterasu could ever dream of. Mito wants him.

I just love how I wrote Mito and HashiMito here. This fic is really not one of my best written ones—I definitely have better fics—but I still count it to my favorites because as much as I love wholesome HashiMito, I really wanted something in a slightly more grey-ish, dubious area for these two, and I wanted to explore Mito differently than she usually is portrayed in fics. It’s nothing special per se, but it’s special to me, so I consider it one of my proudest fics.

Funny enough, my most popular story that makes me practically a one-hit-wonder didn’t make it on the list but to be honest, I don’t even know why that time travel TobiIzu fic is so popular. It’s one of my better ones, but personally, I don’t count it as one of my proudest xD

Tagging: @iam93percentstardust @pleasetakethis @madbuns and you if you would like to share your proudest fics as well! Please feel yourself tagged from me ♥️

#tag game #may writes

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skylarmoon71 · 8 months

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Savitar (Flash) : Fanfiction - Chapter 8

Savitar has been through a lot.

There was a point in life where he really thought nothing would catch him off guard.

Yet, today proved to be the exception.

That should be me, holding your hand

That should be me, making you laugh (yeah)

That should be me, this is so sad

THAT SHOULD BE ME!!

See, the problem wasn’t necessarily the singing.

If it could even be called that.

He’d heard goats make a better harmony.

THAT SHOULD BE ME!!

That should be me, feeling your kiss (feeling your kiss)

That should be me, buying you gifts (buying you gifts)

This is so wrong

I can't go on (I can't go on)

'TILL YOU BELIEVE!!

He grimaced.

The longer the song went on the more he wanted to just self impale himself. He stayed a safe distance away, casually walking over to your bluetooth speaker as he switched it off. His deadpan expression turned to you and you smiled awkwardly, putting down the metal spoon in your hand.

“If you wanted to kill me there are easier ways to do it.”

You giggle.

“Come on, it wasn't that bad right?”

He didn’t respond.

“Right!?!”

“Don’t quit your day job.”

You frowned, raising the spoon again as you began singing again.

“Please end me now.”

This was apparently the price you had to pay when you were a villain.

“Well today was fun.”

“For one of us.” He grumbled.

You just smiled, keeping your eyes on the road.

“I only have a few days of my little vacation left so lets make the most of it. I wanted to visit a distant cousin here in Portland.”

“As long as his singing is better than yours I’m fine with it.”

He really wasn’t going to let that go.

“Anyway, try to be more social. He’s a detective so if you act weird he’ll do a deep dive. We don’t want that.”

“Are all your family members in law enforcement?”

“Well I am an officer, so yeah. It’s in the gene.” You wiggle your eyebrows.

He realized then that there wasn’t much that he knew about you personally. The years you both knew each other, he was always fixated on Iris. Although the both of you were close, there was a lot he didn’t know. Until now he didn’t even know that you couldn’t sing. He supposed there were sides about yourself that you hid because of how you felt. Watching the person you love chase someone else was painful.

Yet you’d done it for years with no complaint.

“So you’re starting to feel that hero tingle coming on, is my master plan working?” Your eyes glanced at Savitar who appeared lost in thought.

“You okay over there?”

“I’m fine.”

He doesn’t sound fine, but you know better than to pry.

“I’ll just trust that you’re telling the truth.”

You know it annoys him when you do that.

“I've got to stop by a shop close by. They have some of the herbs that might actually help you enjoy our little cross country trip.”

“Are we doing drugs now?”

“Ha ha, your humor never ceases to amaze me.”

Sarcastic Savitar is better than nothing.

It takes you both a few minutes to grab what you need and head back down the road. Nick has changed houses twice now, so the one you’ll be visiting is brand new to you. The second you’re at the door you're bouncing on your feet. You hear shuffling on the other side, and when the door opens you have to keep yourself from tackling him.

“(Y/N)!”

It’s clear your surprise worked.

“Hey Nick.”

He pulls you into a hug and you accept happily. Savitar’s hands are deep within his pockets. Nick pulls away.

“I can’t believe you’re actually here. It’s been two years?”

You laugh.

“Just about. I’m showing my friend the sights. We’re on a short vacation.”

Nick's eyes shift to Savitar. You know he observes the scar, but he says nothing.

“Nice to meet you.” Nick says, holding out his hand. Savitar doesn’t respond, and you smack his arm. He sends you a frown.

“He’s shy.”

Nick doesn’t fully buy it, his eyes stay focused on Savitar.

“Well come in. I have some company over, I hope that’s okay.”

“Of course! The more the merrier.” You practically skip inside. Nick steps aside, eyes narrowing at Savitar.

“I never got a name.” Nick states.

“I didn’t give one.”

He just walks past him and Nick clenches his jaw.

Another great gathering it appears.

#savitar #villains #change #feelings #humor #love #hurt #pain #flash #speedster #savitarxreader #crossover

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ticoryblues · 2 years

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DkBk Royal AU

King Izuku and Royal Chef Katsuki.

Fluff. Secret Identity. Meet Cute.

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Katsuki met Izuku under the tables at the King’s Ball. As one of the kitchen staff in the Royal Palace, he spent the entire morning scrambling back and forth from the ballroom to the kitchen, setting up for the grand feast.

Katsuki hated balls. The royals floating across the marble tiles in their expensive silks and noses up in the air, beckoning him with a snap of their fingers.

But as a perfectionist he made sure there was no room for complaints even though he’d rather be doing something else.

He clenched his teeth when one of the Dukes dismissed him with a flick of his wrist right after Katsuki spent half an hour picking off all the bones of his seared fish.

When he dreamed of working at the castle, this is not what he had in mind. He wanted to be at the stove. Head the royal kitchen and whip up finger-licking dishes befitting the royal hype. Not this over-rated rubbery pathetic excuse of a roast even a sword couldn’t cut through.

“Hey you!” He heard another snap of fingers.

“Nope. Not happening.” Katsuki refused to even turn to look at the person who calling out to him. If he had to serve one more snob he was going to murder someone with a butter knife.

He had had enough.

Plucking a tray of chocolates from the spread, he dived under the table, waiting until the ball ended.

“Have space for one more?” Katsuki jumped at the new voice, a bush of green crawling under the table. The stranger scooted beside him, with a dimpled smile, “Hi.”

“You one of the King’s kiss-asses?” He asked with mouth full of tiny chocolates. He was sure he looked like a greedy little chipmunk, judging by the stranger’s amused smile.

“You don’t know who I am….never mind. I’m Izuku.”

“You’re a Duke?”

Izuku raised an eyebrow, amused. “Technically, no?”

“Good enough for me.” He scooted and patted the place beside him. “Got bored?”

“Never liked them to begin with. I don’t particularly enjoy huge crowds.” Izuku noticed the tray with him. “Chocolate? I didn’t know it was part of the traditional feast menu?”

“It’s not.” Katsuki said, popping a few in his mouth. “Thought this dull drag could use some spicing up.”

“May I?” Izuku’s hand hovered over the tray.

“Go wild.”

“White chocolate with…wait why is it um different?”

Katsuki grinned. “Infused with saffron. To give it a kick.”

Izuku chuckled. “Yes it does have..um a kick, as you put it.”

Three minutes into the conversation and Katsuki had dubbed this ‘Izuku’ person as a nerd. But he really did enjoy his company.

“I mean if you don’t like onions, don’t freaking put the onion stew on your plate!” Katsuki ranted. “Fucker had me pick out every last one with.”

Izuku pulled his knees to his chest, listening with a smile.

“And they make us get up at four a.m to make the huge ass turkey and pork roast and what did these silver spoon Prince Charmings do? Gnaw at the celery I put for decoration.”

“Maybe she really likes celery?”

“What is she? A goat?” Katsuki rolled his eyes, kicking Izuku in the shin. “It’s going to go to the dumpster anyway.”

Izuku’s smile slipped. “All this food goes to waste?”

Katsuki shrugged. “Dunno why the King insists on these fancy events when his subjects are scouring for every last grain. Fucking stupid, really.”

Izuku hummed, “Yeah, the King should do something about it.”

The two were lost in conversation, Izuku nicking a couple of champagne flutes from the table, not realising they were being too loud until the table above them was lifted up, the royals perplexed and staring at Katsuki with an unreadable expression.

“Bakugou! Kitchen now!” Iida, the head butler turned to the crowd and waved his hands in apology. “I am extremely sorry for this inconvenience. I will deal with it shortly.”

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Katsuki was punished with scrubbing duty. Scraping of the grout from the pots, polishing them till it shined. Iida’s words.

“Fucking chocolates. Fucking balls. Fucking snooty silver spoons.” He grumbled, scratching at bottom of the pot, grimacing as he found a fish eyeball staring back at him.

“Hey.” A voice whispered right by his ear.

“Fuck!” Katsuki stumbled back on his butt, spooked. Izuku snickered, folding his hands over the kitchen window sill. “The fuck you doing?”

The green haired man was standing atop of the brick platform, resting his chin on his palm. “I came to break you out of your torture chamber.”

“My hero.” Katsuki drawled, turning back to the task at hand.

“I’m serious! Come on, let’s go to town. I heard there’s a new bakery that sells the best lemon squares.”

“Unlike those pillow princesses with their thrones, I actually need to earn to put bread in the table.”

Izuku choked on his own spit, chuckling through coughs. “Did you just call the most influential people of the four nations…pillow princesses?!”

“I speak nothing but the truth.”

Izuku laughed. “You sure do.” He noticed he still didn’t have all of Katsuki’s attention. “Hey none of that!”

He strode into the kitchen and snatched both of Katsuki’s wrists in one hand and dragged him out of the soot-covered kitchen.

“What the?! Izuku this is serious I’ll get fired because of you asshole!” Katsuki dug his heels into the ground like a kid hauled home by his mother after sundown.

Katsuki groaned and succumbed to his fate, slumping into a boneless pile that Izuku happily pulled about, failing to get out of the iron grip.

“By the time I get back, Iida is going to make me clean out the fucking stinky stables.” Katsuki sweatdropped at the amount of work that was going to pile up. He could forget about sleep for today.

Izuku turned on his heel and grabbed Katsuki by his shoulders, face unbearably close, breath ghosting against Katsuki’s lips.

Determined green eyes we’re sharp and intense. Commanding.

“Pay attention to me. Only me.”

Katsuki’s knees went weak.

He looked around. Nobody was around and Iida wouldn’t check in until it was time for supper.

Katsuki regarded Izuku and against his better judgement caved in to those freckles. …. “Two hours.”

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“Where are we going?” Izuku asked as he let Katsuki guide him around town.

“Grocery shopping.”

“Really?” Izuku slumped like a child throwing a tantrum.

“You’re the one who kidnapped me in the middle of my job. I swear to god if you get me fired—!” He let the threat linger in the air, turning his attention to the fresh produce lined up at the market.

“You should make something for the king today. He likes strawberries.” Izuku spoke above his shoulder, hovering over Katsuki and utterly oblivious to the effect he had on the blond.

“The….um..” Katsuki cleared his throat. “The menu is decided by the butler. And I, am not one. I just cook what they tell me to.” Katsuki sighed and moved away from the strawberries. It’s a shame, they looked fresh and delicious.

“Try once.” Izuku insisted, steering him towards the pink fruit.

“Izuku— The royal family is extremely traditional. I’ve tried atleast a hundred times.”

The kind smile rivalry the sun eclipsed behind the dark green curls, Izuku holding out a lone strawberry. “Time for your hundredth and first try then.”

Katsuki stared at the stubborn man and back at the fruit in his hand, grasping his arm. “You have some nerve telling me what to do.”

Katsuki’s voice dropped, like shoes against gravel. He slowly leaned down, eyes not once breaking away from Izuku’s and bit into the fruit, still in Izuku’s hands.

“If they get rejected, you’re responsible for eating them.”

Izuku looked at him through his lashes, thumb moving across Katsuki’s lower lip in a slow deliberate swipe. “Sounds like a win-win for me.”

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Iida sighed, adjusting his monocle. “Bakugou, the royal dinner is no playground. It is a very traditional affair.”

“These strawberry tarts are royal worthy, Glasses!” Katsuki insisted, thrusting the tray up to Iida’s eye level. “This recipe is fucking ancient, older than the Kings’s Grandma!”

Iida looked at him sharply. “The answer is still no.” And promptly walked out, nose high up in the air. Katsuki had half a mind to chuck the wrought iron tray at the butler’s bald spot.

“I’m gonna fucking punch that stupid, dimpled smile.” Katsuki crunched on the tarts, settled in his favourite spot—under the table where he could stress eat away his anger.

He held up one of his tarts to eye level, the pastry a perfect brown with drool worthy strawberry compote. “Yeah, the Midoriyas ain’t ready for you yet.” And popped another one into his mouth.

In the midst of Katsuki’s silent moping, the doors flew open with a strong gust, startling Katsuki as he knocked his head against the table.

“Bakugou?!” Iida frantically revved about like a headless chicken.

“Keep your glasses on!” Katsuki muttered, crawling out from his moping spot.

“There you are! Quick give me the tarts.”

Katsuki raised an eyebrow.

Iida rolled his eyes, “Oh come on, I don’t have time for that. The King wished to have something made of strawberries— Ah!” Without waiting for another word, Iida stole the fresh batch of tarts Katsuki had set by the window and dashed out the door like a whirlwind.

Katsuki blinked, a half eaten tart still in his hand. “The king has finally come to his senses huh?”

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“Hi—oomph!” Izuku paled, air knocked out of his lungs as a prickly, blond porcupine head butted his stomach, a tangle of arms toppling down the grass.

Katsuki jerked up and frantically looked around, unknowingly straddling the green haired man. He seemed to preoccupied to see Izuku’s face heat up into a bright strawberry pink.

“Hi there.” Izuku wheezed, the blond still comfortably settled atop him.

“Did you see that bitch?” Katsuki scowled, scanning the perimeter and finally getting up on his feet and pulling Izuku up.

“Who?”

“Those bitches!” He repeated as of that magically explained stuff. Katsuki froze, frown drowning as he pointed over Izuku’s shoulder, slapping his arm. “That! Get her!”

Katsuki screeched, running past Izuku and jumping over the fence, chasing the “bitch” in question.

“Get back here you idiotic feather ball!” He yelled, chasing after the wild amok chicken around the well and in between the clotheslines.

Izuku blinked as he watched Katsuki and the chicken’s shadow duel king behind the white linens. Better than any dramatic play he had ever been to.

Katsuki’s shadow placed his hands on his hips and bent a little at the waist, reprimanding the chicken while the chicken’s shadow squeaked back at him indignantly, flapping its feathers when Katsuki raised a finger in warning.

Like a mother pulling her disobedient son’s ears, Katsuki punched and caught the chicken by its neck, the bird terribly offended as its squeaking increased a shrill level enough to shatter glass.

“You fucking behave yourself or I’ll turn you to soup!” Katsuki threatened the chicken thrashing in his grip. “Oh, when did you come?”

Izuku sweatdropped as the blond finally noticed him. “Wipe your face.” Izuku held out his handkerchief, jumping away when the chicken twisted its neck to peck at him, staring off another squeaking spree.

“Shut it or you’re the Kings’s new cushion!” Katsuki wrangled the chicken, shaking it by the neck until it slumped.

“I don’t think the King would appreciate a murdered feather cushion.”

“It’s the best way to hide the evidence.” Katsuki said wryly, opening the coop door and all but throwing the chicken inside. The chicken didn’t seem to mind too much, probably used to Katsuki’s rough treatment.

“Why’d did you come here?”

“Ah that!” Izuku finally remembered what he came for. “The King loved the strawberry tarts. Actually, the entire royal family did. It was a new experience.”

“I fucking knew it!” Katsuki snapped his fingers, punching his fist in the air in victory.

“Hold your horses, I’m not done yet.” Izuku chuckled, pulling out a sealed envelope from his coat pocket. “This is for you.”

“That’s the royal emblem.” Katsuki narrowed his eyes at the envelope, like it had committed treason.

“I’m aware.”

“What the hell do you do for a living?”

Izuku chuckled warily, bit daring to meet Katsuki’s suspicious gaze. “Let’s just say….I’m a servant for the Midoriya Kingdom."

Izuku watched with poorly concealed amusement as Katsuki’s eyes threatened to bulge out of their sockets at every word, scanning the letter again and again.

“If this is a joke, I’ll make a soup out of your bones Izuku!” Katsuki’s hands trembled.

Izuku grinned. “This is coming straight from the King’s office. Bakugou Katsuki, you are going to be preparing a Royal Feast for the Monarchs of the Four Nations, two weeks from now.”

Katsuki’s face went blank, looking off at the horizon.

“Um…” Izuku waved his palm, Katsuki staring off into the void, unblinking. “Hello?”

“This is—HELL FUCKING YES!!! FINALLY!”

Izuku jerked back, letting out a surprised laugh at the blond’s victory dance.

“This is all because of you!” Katsuki shook him by his shoulders back and forth like a salt shaker.

Izuku’s laughs died down, eyes widening like saucers when he suddenly felt the soft pressure of Katsuki’s lips on his.

Katsuki. Katsuki’s lips. On him.

Izuku’s brain short circuited like a canon fuse.

Katsuki pulled away, grin faltering when he noticed Izuku’s stunned expression. “I-I’m sorry, I should have asked.”

Izuku cleared his throat once, twice, frowning at his shoes. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he exhaled and said in a hoarse whisper. “Yes. Yes, you should have.”

Katsuki felt his eyes burn, prickling with tears. “I’m sorry.”

“Katsuki, wait—”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Katsuki shuffling backwards. Izuku pinched the front of his tunic and pulled him flush against him.

Izuku’s breath ghosted against his temple. Katsuki inhaled sharply. “I. Said. You should have asked.” Izuku’s fingers curled under Katsuki’s chin and tilted it up, forcing those red eyes to look at him. “Ask me, Katsuki.”

Katsuki felt a chill slither down his spine yet simultaneously, a slow, delicious heat simmering in his gut.

“Izuku.” Katsuki’s gaze was steadfast, head held high. “Can I kiss you?”

“You may.” And that’s all the confirmation Katsuki needed when he felt Izuku grin under his lips.

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“Izuku come on. I gotta go back to work.” Katsuki chuckled as the prickly green stubble rubbed against his cheek, the green haired man tracing his nose along the slope of Katsuki’s neck.

“Five more minutes.” He grumbled as the blond untangled himself from his arms.

“The feast is in two days.”

Izuku lazily hummed, pulling Katsuki by the waist and twirled him around, Katsuki’s back pressing against his chest.

Katsuki caved in, leaning back against the clingy nerd while fixing his tunic collar, hoping the bite marks were all covered up.

“Tell you what?” Izuku placed a feather like kiss on Katsuki’s cheek, then another one and another until he earned a laugh and a light slap to his shoulder. He rested his cheek against Katsuki’s, wrapping his arms across his collarbone, admiring the trail of love bites he made.

“You do a spectacular job with this feast," pecks his lips once, twice "and I’ll tell you who I am at the feast.”

“Is that a challenge?” Katsuki teased, knowing fully well the lengths Izuku had went to keep his job a secret. “You aren’t the King’s concubine or something right?”

Katsuki threw his head back as his laughter echoed while Izuku spluttered. “Katsuki!” He squeaked indignantly as Katsuki hunched over the wooden fence. “The King is a man with a moral code you know!”

Katsuki wiped the corner of his eyes. laughter still bubbling up his chest but toning it done at Izuku’s red face. He’ll probably combust into flames at this rate.

“Be careful nerd. I’m gonna make the best god darn feast the pillow princesses ever had.”

Izuku grinned and leaned forward to place a kiss on Katsuki’s temple. “No doubt, you’re gonna do great.”

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Despite the bravado, Katsuki didn’t sleep a wink the night before the feast, keeping a watch over his prep to make sure nobody poisoned it or something.

He checked the salt a dozen times, gaze flicking back to the clock tower even though the needle hadn’t as much moved an inch since the last time he checked.

Katsuki was a bundle of nerves, hands trembling as he laid out the crockery in the ballroom. “Stupid Izuku and his stupid promise!” The green haired man had promised to come and meet him before the feast but was nowhere to be found.

Katsuki paled, dreading as the minutes seemed to go by faster, as opposed to the morning when he wanted to just be done with the whole thing.

“Bakugou. The guests are here.” Iida called out.

Katsuki balked.

—

“This is simply extraordinary.”

“I quite agree. The hands that created such an exquisite banquet deserve a million diamond rings.”

“And that still would be less.”

Chatters rose among the balls as the Dukes and Duchesses alike went back for seconds.

For the first time, in the history of balls and social events, girls didn’t faint at the dance floor having their fill and energized for the subsequent dances. The Counts were less irritated now that they weren’t starving, excited laughter and jovial banter filling up the ballroom.

Katsuki felt his heart swell in pride. This….this was the happiness he had seen among the kingdom. He often wondered why the aristocrats, who were blessed with so much never laughed often while the peasants whose next wages were uncertain, danced under the rain with nothing but smiles as their wealth.

Now he knew. Good food could unwind even the most uptight of the powder faced royalty. Katsuki didn’t want any of his meals to go to waste, setting up the menu with bite sized portions. The women didn’t have to worry about their corsets popping open at the small portions, no longer holding back on their appetite.

Katsuki felt a broad hand clap on his shoulder, Iida standing behind him with a smile. “You did good Bakugou. I should have listened to you sooner and for that I apologise.”

Katsuki waved. “It’s all good, Glasses. Now that I’m the Royal Chef, you gotta be taking orders from me know.”

Iida chuckled and bent in a small bow and winked. “Yes sir.”

Katsuki snorted, elbowing Iida when the ballroom felt into a sudden silence. Hushed whispers rose and the music switched to the royal march, the monarchs of the four nations getting to their feet.

The Royal Family were going to make their entrance.

Trumpets ringed as the Midoriya Family walked down the stairs and stepped into the balcony inside the ballroom, waving at the crowd.

Katsuki was floored, gaze zeroing in on the man in the middle, standing tall and proud with his family crest pinned on his chest. Red eyes raked over the familiar stranger, the same benevolent smile, recognizing the crooked fingers calloused from wielding a sword to protect them one year too many. The unruly green curls still wild yet carefully styled to keep his boyish charm but exude a refined aura.

Sparkling green eyes alighted on Katsuki, the corner of his lips twitching up in mischief.

Oh that little shit

Izuku glanced over to his mother, the Matriarch, and she nodded, smiling at Katsuki as if it were a secret between the three.

The crowd split, parting like the Red Sea as King Izuku stepped down from the balcony to the dance floor. The music started up again, the couples resuming their dance.

Many girls and men threw themselves at Izuku, for a dance with the King himself but Izuku didn’t as much as spare them a glance, green eyes locked on Katsuki as he weaved through the crowd and carefully put out his hand for Katsuki. “May I have this dance?”

Katsuki let himself be pulled to the centre of the dance floor, still processing as Izuku swayed them under the crystal chandelier. Izuku chuckled and lifted Katsuki’s chin to make him look at him. “So, how was the surprise?”

“You—you’re the…..the King?”

“Mhmm. I heard everybody loved the food.” Izuku smiled fondly, pressing a kiss on Katsuki’s forehead. The blond bristled at the audible gasps around them, hyper aware of all the eyes on him. Dukes, Duchesses, Counts, Butlers, Kitchen Staff, Guards……all of them stared.

“Hey, hey, none of that now..…pay attention to me.” Katsuki snapped up to look at Izuku, up at those captivating green eyes, soothing and grounding. “Only me.”

And just like that the extras drowned away to the background.

—

Katsuki sat at the balcony facing the palace courtyard, settled atop the broad, plaster railings as the cold midnight wind swept by.

Despite the chilly night, Katsuki could still feel the lingering heat on his cheeks, the phantom feel of Izuku’s rough palm pressing against the small of his back.

“Hi again.”

The familiar voice made Katsuki’s face heat up once again, turning around to see the Izuku in front of him.

The King had been swept up in conversations with the dignitaries right after the dance and Katsuki saw this as a chance to escape the scrutinising glances.

“So you’re the King.” Katsuki repeated, still processing that the man who carried his groceries for him and caught chickens with him….was his King.

“Does that bother you?”

Katsuki paused, one single thing prickling in the back of his mind. “How serious were you?”

Izuku threaded his fingers with Katsuki’s. “About what?”

“About…” Katsuki gestured to the space between them. “….this.”

“Bakugou Katsuki, will you do the honour of becoming my Consort?” There was not a shred of uncertainty in Izuku’s tone. He meant every single word.

“I— I just became the Royal Cook. And that’s what I’ve wanted my entire life.”

Izuku cradled his face, stepping closer till Katsuki’s knees bracketed his torso. “You can be both you know. Who’s going to stop you?”

Katsuki scoffed. “The Royal Protocol that has shoved a stick up Iida’s ass? I don’t know isn’t the royal family too “traditional”?”

“Once you become a part of the royal family, you can change it.”

Part of the family. Part of his family.

“I won’t attend every one of these stupid balls.”

Izuku laughed. “I’m afraid we’d have to, Katsuki. We can hide under the tables until it’s over.” Izuku winked, recalling how it all began.

“You’ll still remain the same?”

“I’ll still smuggle you out of the kitchen from time to time.” Izuku promised.

“And help me catch the chickens?”

“As long as they’re not for dinner that night.” Izuku snorted, Katsuki grinning widely.

Katsuki smiled and pulled him closer, tilting his head up to kiss him, fingernails scratching the base of his scalp. “Okay then….let’s get married then.”

—

The new King of the Midoriya Kingdom, within a few weeks of taking his place on the throne beside King Izuku had passed multiple amendments to the state laws and drew up proposals for improving the infrastructure of the kingdom.

It went down in history as the golden era of the Midoriya Kingdom and the two monarchs lived happily ever after….the rest of their days spent with laughter, joy, prosperity and chasing chickens.

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