#because let me tell you what my eyes have seen honey children

[xxblairexxss]

Ice cream date

Theme : Fluff

Thank you so much for your request, anon! 🩷🫶🏻 A short break from angst before I start writing for another angst request! I loveeeee writing for dad!charles soo adorable! 🥹

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“Charles?” You tilted your head to your side once your husband picked up the call.

“Yes, honey?”

You looked back facing your nail lady and pointed at the pastel lavender colour before bringing your phone back to your ear. “Can you pick up your little daughter from the daycare today? I don’t think my nail appointment would end in 15 minutes.”

“Yeah, of course. Don’t worry about her. Enjoy your day out with your friends, okay?Let me know if you need anything.”

“Thank you, honey! I love you!” You ended the call and went back picking different charms for your new nails.

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“Dada!”

“Hey, baby! I missed you.” Charles crouched down and picked up his baby girl into his arms and nodded as an act of acknowledgement and gratitude to the daycare worker as he turned away to make their way to the car.

“Sir, may I have a word with you?” He turned back and raised his brow in question to the sudden interference.

“Yeah? Yeah, sure. Is there anything wrong?”

Charles was told how his little girl was caught scribbled on her classmate’s notebook using her crayons. The notebook was actually used for kids and tutors for daily activities which required paper and pencils. Not only did his little girl scribbled on her classmate’s notebook, she also shred a few pages.

“We left the children a few minutes and came back to see the other student crying. And this is what she did.” She handed him the proof of crime and Charles was astounded. He had to continuously apologise on behalf of his daughter while Y/D/N kept on hugging his neck and giggling in his arms, completely oblivious to the informal parent-teacher meeting.

“Dada, I want choco this time!” She squealed in her car seat, elated for her daddy and daughter ice-cream date which had become a ritual every time Charles picked her up.

“No ice cream this time, baby.”

“Eh? Why? But, dada, I want ice-cream!” She stopped clapping her hands and caught Charles’s gaze on her through the rear view mirror.

“You were not a good girl today so you don’t get ice cream. We are going home and there’ll be no movie night for you too.” Charles saw she jutted her bottom lips out and whimpered.

“Did you say sorry to your friend?” Charles looked back into the rearview mirror and saw she was wiping her tears off with her arms. “Baby, dada’s asking you. Did you say sorry?”

She didn’t reply as she kept on sobbing but she actually nodded to his question but Charles didn’t catch that so he thought she was ignoring him.

“No cartoon after this and go straight to your room. I’m telling mommy what you did today and she will scold you even more.” He had always been very gentle with her before she was even born. He never had a sister nor any girls from his family members. When you told him you were pregnant with a girl, you knew right away he would make her the centre of his world.

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When you came home, Charles was in the bathroom while your daughter was nowhere to be seen. You usually would always came home with your husband and daughter cuddling on the couch watching Disney movies.

“Baby?” You had found her in her room with puffy eyes. Sitting on her little bed, you brushed her hair away from her face and she hugged your middle. “Who made you cry?” You cupped on her chubby cheeks and softly rubbed your thumbs across her cheekbone, wiping the freshly tears away.

“Dada hates me…”

“Who said that? He loves you so much, baby.”

She ended up telling you everything that happened, which made her cry again and you had to continuously wiped her tears and told her it was fine. You had learnt that she was upset because she was looking forward to her little ice cream date and was turned down by her dad without being told why. She was upset because she had never seen her daddy being so mad at her and she didn’t understand why.

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“I missed you.”

You were making dinner when Charles hugged you from behind and you could smell the scent of lavender from his shower gel when he dropped trail of kisses on your neck.

“Did you get into a fight with your other girlfriend?”

“What?” He broke the hug and went to your side, leaning against the kitchen counter with a frown. “Did she complain to you? Honey, she ruined her classmate’s notebook. How can I not ground her.” He stole a slice of mango that you were cutting and you slapped his hand away.

“Did you actually ask her what happened?” You raised your brows when he looked dubious to the questions.

“Did she tell you what actually happened?”

“Yeah, she did. And I think you are in trouble this time, honey.” You took a slice of mango and put it in your mouth, chewing it while looking very thrilled meanwhile your husband looked like he was going through every single possibilities in his head.

“Oh! Hi baby! Are you hungry?” You exclaimed when your little girl approached your little time with your husband with her fluffy friend, Mr. Boo.

“Baby, do you want to set the table with dada? Like always?” He crouched down and stretched his arms, expecting her little girl to come running as she usually did but she didn’t. She went to your side instead and hugged your leg, struggling a little when Mr. Boo almost slipped off her little arms.

“Oh, shit.”

“Language, Charles!” You glowered at him. “Baby, let daddy set the table alone while you helped me stir the soup, alright?” You picked her up as she shrieked with laughter, leaving a peck on your cheek and tried to grasped on the ladle, completely ignoring your husband.

“Can I get a kiss too, baby?” Charles went to her side and leaned in to kiss but she quickly turned her head away, hiding her face in your neck. “Honey, help me here.”

“Don’t involve me.”

Charles didn’t get a kiss and he stopped asking when your daughter got into a fit crying as she got annoyed from the constant bugging. When she walked to the dining table, Charles pulled the chair by his side, as she usually wanted to sit by her daddy but this time, she went straight to your side. You had to hold your laugh seeing your husband looked defeated with the constant ignoring game.

“Baby, say ah!” He cut the steak into a smaller piece and stretched out his arm that was holding the fork to feed his little girl but she shook her head without looking at him.

“No thank, dada.”

“Wow, I just got rejected over and over. Honey, can you–“ You shook your head without letting him to finish his questions.

“I can’t help you, Charles. Serve you right.”

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You had left your little girl alone in the living room while she got busy munching on her animal shaped biscuits as you went to the kitchen to hug your husband from the back while he was washing the dishes, your head leaned against his body.

“Did she make you upset, honey?”

You heard him heaved a sigh which made you chuckle. “You are so silly. Just go and apologise, she’ll be fine.”

“Flirting you was way easier. Ouch!” He winced when you slapped him on his back. “Honey, she’s 2! Where did learn how to sulk like a literal teenage girl?”

“She probably learned it from me.” You leaned away when he turned his body around as he properly engulfed you back in his arms.

“Why did you teach her these bad things. Where is she, anyway?” Charles slanted forward to try to look for Y/D/N and you pulled his face closer to peck on his cheek.

“She’s eating her snacks. Go and talk to her, baby. I don’t think she’s still cranky.”

“Wish me luck.” He tilted your chin and brushed his lips on yours, patting your bum as he left the kitchen.

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“Hi, baby. Can I get one?”

Her small hand was in a fist, full from grabbing the biscuits along with her little chubby cheeks. When Charles took a seat by her side and asked for one, she was contemplating, her other hand opening and closing as she looked on her little plate back to her dad. Once she came to a decision, she took two pieces of the biscuits and handed it to him.

“Can you feed daddy instead?”

She lifted up her hand and put the biscuits into his mouth, giggling when Charles tried to chomp on her hands.

“Are you still mad at daddy?”

“Not much. A little bit, I think. Is dada still mad at me?” She pinched her chubby fingers together and scrunched her nose while answering the question.

“Daddy’s not mad at you, baby. I’m sorry, okay? Can you forgive me?” He swept off the crumbs on her cheeks with his hand as she put another biscuits into her mouth.

“My friend ruined my book first, dada.” She wept the back of her hand against her cheeks and Charles immediately leaned in to stole a peck on her cheek. She looked like a little chipmunk, he couldn’t not kiss those little face.

“What else did your friend did, baby?”

“She threw my book away and I was upset so I did bad things back to her. But I said sorry to her.” Charles’s heart was swollen with guilt when he saw her little pout.

“Next time, don’t do that to others. Just let daddy knows if someone’s being mean to you, okay? Are we good now, baby?”

“I think so.” She wiped off her hands once she was done eating and grinned. “I finished!”

“Can daddy get a hug?” She pushed her little chair back to move closer to her dad and wrapped her arms around his neck. Charles stood up with her in his arms and began attacking her face with kisses, making her laughed.

“Oh? You guys are back to best friends now, I see.”

“Mama!” She ducked down and pecked on your cheek as Charles pulled you closer by his freehand.

“You got crumbs all over your face, darling. Did daddy say sorry already?” You brushed off the leftover crumbs on her face and fixed her bangs.

“Yeah, dada said sorry to me.”

“Dada owe you an ice cream date, right, baby?” You poked on his waist, causing him to twitch.

“I want chocolate ice cream!” She squealed with exhilaration, causing both you and Charles to chortle.

“Can mommy come too?”

Charles shook his head immediately and turned your daughter away. “Mommy can’t come. It’s only for us, right?”

“That’s mean!” You scowled and slapped on his arm.

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[ddejavvu]

Hi mei!

can i request some dbf!hotch except bc reader is an adult he doesn't actually realise the much younger person he's been dating is bestie's child. (i picture the dad working in fbi/law enforcement so maybe they run into one another at an fbi gala or whatnot)

today is multiverse monday! send me any au you can think of :)

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Aaron had thought nothing of the fact that the chief of the city they're in had the same last name as you. He's known the guy for years, and when you'd signed onto his team he made a vague connection in his head, but nothing ever became of it. After all, they've met a dozen Morgans in the field, even more Garcias, and even Reid was more common than he'd thought at first.

Plus, he's kinda sorta been mentally referring to you with his own last name for a few weeks now, after you'd pointed out a wedding ring ad in a magazine to him. Said you were 'just looking', but he'd seen the glimmer in your eyes. Bottom line, it takes an effort not to introduce you as Y/N Hotchner to his old friend.

"Chief Y/L/N, this is Agent Y/N Y/L/N," He gestures to you with a soft chuckle, "Maybe you're related."

You give Aaron a funny look, a silly smile on your face, "Uh, yeah, maybe."

"Honey," The chief greets you, and Aaron's polite smile dims as the man reaches out to hug you.

"Dad," You gush beside the man's ear as he squeezes you tight, "It's good to see you again."

"You too," Your dad reluctantly lets you go, after all, there's still a serial killer on the loose, "Aaron, I thought you knew we were related?"

"I didn't," He admits sheepishly, "And you- uh, I didn't know you had a daughter. At least not in the workforce."

"My younger sister is ten," You explain, and Aaron marvels at the age gap, "He probably only talks about her cause she's his favorite."

"She's my favorite because she doesn't excuse me of picking favorites between my children," Your father elbows you with a good-natured grin, "And because she's less rebellious than you were."

"Rebellious," You scoff, "I was an angel."

"A fallen one," Your dad leans in to stage-whisper to Aaron, "The next time she gives you trouble, just call me and I'll tell you about what she was like when she was younger. Whatever she's done will pale in comparison, I guarantee it."

Aaron is only able to chuckle along to your dad's teasing, internally stunned and struggling to comprehend the situation. When your dad turns to head into his office, you pointedly fall back beside Aaron, turning to face him with an amused grin.

"You seriously didn't know?" You cross your arms over your chest, "It's in my file."

"I must have missed it," Aaron admits, brow creasing in confusion and sudden, epiphanic understanding, "Is that why you always turn my picture of the chief and I to face the wall before we have sex?"

"Yes," You laugh, "Why did you think?"

"I thought you didn't like my shirt or something," Aaron muses, "You know I donated that shirt for you!"

You let out a snort, one that you seem embarrassed by if the way you cover your mouth and let your eyes flutter shut is any indication. You take a moment to breathe, "The shirt was fine. Not the best, but not as unsexy as my dad."

"Not the best," Aaron grumbles, turning to busy himself with the whiteboard the precinct has set up, "I loved that shirt."

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner scenario #aaron hotchner oneshot #aaron hotchner one-shot #aaron hotchner one shot #aaron hotchner headcanon #aaron hotchner headcanons #aaron hotchner hc #aaron hotchner hcs #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner fanfic #aaron hotchner fic #aaron hotchner blurb #aaron hotchner drabble #aaron hotchner dialogue #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner x reader fanfiction #aaron hotchner au #dbf!hotch #multiverse mondays #ddejavvu’s multiverse mondays

[ouranbutworse]

Tamaki: You're cute when you're mad.

Haruhi: Then I'm about to get fucking adorable!

Kyoya: Thank you to my mother, who posted how much she loves her three children on Facebook... I'm the fourth.

Renge: Hey, don't insult my cooking, I used to be a professional caterer!

Hikaru: And you still would be, if you hadn't poisoned those nuns.

Hikaru: This scented candle smells like shit.

Honey: Those are my grandma's ashes.

Kyoya: They don't ID me for liquor or cigarettes anymore because they see the light has left my eyes.

Hikaru: Sluts never get turned down.

Kaoru: Let's test that theory: Hey, Kyoya! Ever been turned down?

Kyoya: Nope.

Kaoru: Guess you're right, Hikaru.

Hikaru: Let's go car shopping. Our parents promised me a bar if I got all B's, and I got all C's.

Haruhi: I think I'll just stay in my room tonight, dad. Goodnight.

Ranka: Okay, goodnight sweetie.

Tamaki from the closet: Goodnight Ranka!

Haruhi: I feel so uncomfortable around tall people. What if they lick my head?

Kasanoda: I'm on probation from the gardening club because every time someone asked what was eating their plants I kept telling them it was me.

Tamaki: Sorry I'm late, I got trapped inside my duvet cover.

Kuze: One time I sprayed hand sanitizer into another kid's eyes in second grade and now he wears glasses.

Yoshio: Despite my screw ups, I was able to raise four fully functional children.

Kyoya: You have four kids we don't know about?

Ranka: I was wondering if we could have a little chat.

Tamaki: You want me to go home?

Ranka: No, no, it's the opposite of that.

Tamaki: ... I want you to go home?

Haruhi: My neighbourhood is totally safe.

Hikaru: I'm pretty sure our car had wheels when we parked here earlier.

Haruhi: I have edge.

Mori: You really don't. You are literally the most wide eyed person I've ever seen. You have the face of a cartoon lamb.

Haruhi: Not eating lunch today?

Kyoya: No, I got my lunch money taken.

Haruhi: There are bullies at this school?

Kyoya: Yes but Akito took mine, the dick.

#ohshc #ouran high school host club #incorrect ohshc quotes #incorrect ouran quotes #tamaki suoh #haruhi fujioka #hikaru hitachiin #kaoru hitachiin #takashi morinozuka #mitsukuni haninozuka #renge houshakuji #takeshi kuze #ritsu kasanoda #ranka fujioka #yoshio ootori

[femlesbianbarbie]

Side Effects

Abby Anderson x Female Reader

Summary: The Side Effects Abby gets after she gets the serum

Tags: Fever Abby, Thigh Grinding, Hair pulling,

This is definitely not my best work so if you see mistakes just Nicely comment on them and I will fix them.

“This could change the entire world. This could fix so much.” Abby’s thumb rubs over the back of your hand as she speaks. No matter how much you argue comforting you is still her top priority.

“ We don’t even know how your body would react. It could kill you.” There is no telling how Abby's body would react. She could be perfectly fine or she could end up dead.

“ I could get killed walking in the stadium. If I do this I have a real chance of protecting.”

“You already are protecting people you work like a dog on patrol.”

“I do it to keep you safe if I didn’t know one would.”

“Abby”

“ I know it’s scary it’s scary for me too. This is the next step we would have a real chance of gaining ground back with this. I need to do it if not for you and me then for our future children. I have a chance to make the world a safer place and I want to take it.”

“ do it” The words barely make it out of your mouth before the tears start falling. “I love you baby”

“Love you too honey bee” you mumble as she wraps you up into a hug. You savor the feeling of her arms holding you tight.

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“Have you seen Abby? I haven’t seen her since this morning and I’m getting a little worried.” You ask cornering Nora so she can’t run away from you like so many people seem to be doing today.

“Last I saw her Isaac was helping her back to your room.” Nora can’t seem to make eye contact with you as she speaks.

“ why was Isaac helping her” a suspicion growing inside of you. “ she passed out that’s all I know. Now I need to get back to work,” Nora pushes passed you and runs down the hall. You need to find your girlfriend and figure out what is going on.

“ Abby” you shout as you enter your room. The only response you get is a groan. you slide off your shoes and hurry to the bed. Abby looks like she just got hit by a bus. Her hair is sweaty and sticking to her forehead. Your entire bed is soaked in sweat.

“ abs” you mutter pressing the back of your hand against her forehead. Her skin feels as if it’s about to boil right off. She lets out a choked noise as you pull your hand away.

“I knew this was a bad idea look at you” you pace slightly trying to think. Your body suddenly feels too hot to think. All you want to do is climb in bed with your girl and comfort her while you can. You don't have time for that you need to figure out how to help her.

“Baby” Abs calls her voice hoarse. “ what is it honey” You quickly sit down on the bed next to her. “ hold me” she whispers her voice even more raspy than the first time. You can't say no to especially when she looks so pained.

“Okay baby” You crawl under the sheets and Abby immediately snuggles her face into your chest. You wrap your arms around her and just hold her as her breathing evens out.

You must have fallen asleep because the next thing you now Abby’s is overtop of you. Her breath is hot against you face as you wake up. “Abs” you mumble trying to sit up.

“ shh shh don’t move. Need you so bad” The words are quickly followed by a whimper as she grinds down against your thigh.

“ abs you're sick” She first stops if anything she gets more aggressive with her grinding. “ I’m not sick.” She growls nuzzling her face into your neck.

“Abby” you run a hand through her hair as she mouthed at your skin. “Please. Let me come.” She pulls her face back just enough for you to see those puppy dog eyes. God, you can't say no to this woman.

“ if you want to come you need to work for it.” You barely get the words out before Abby is sitting up and grinding aggressively against your thigh.

“Need you” she whispers her hips stuttering but never stopping. “What do you need” she lets out a low moan as you tug on a hair. “ that need that” she whispers her hips picking up speed.

“Let me cum, please. Need it so bad” she whimpers dragging your hand from her hair to rest over her heart. “ cum do it for me “Her thighs tighten around Hers before she collapses down her face in your chest.

“Abs “ you whisper your hand stroking her hair. “Baby” you tilt her up slightly to look at her face. She passed out which is just amazing for you. “What in the fuck” you groan slumping back against the wall. Isaac is going to have a lot of explaining to do.

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“ you should have mentioned this was a possible side effect” you argue. “ I didn’t know it would effect her this bad. You can’t be that mad about it besides she should slow down in a day or two.”

“I don’t have a day or two I have to be back at work this afternoon.” you rub a hand down your face in frustration. “It’s not a problem I will get you the next two days off. Just get Abby back into her right mindset” Isaac pats you on the back on his way out the door. You can barely hold back the urge to punch him in his dumb face.

As soon as you step out of Isaac’s office Abby is standing in front of you. “ hey baby” she takes your hand and raises it up to rest on her cheek. “You're mad. Did I make you upset” The way she looks up at you as you just kicked a puppy in front of her has you wiping the glare right off your face. “ No sweetheart. Isaac just wasn’t being very helpful so I’m a little frustrated”

“I could make you feel all better” Her voice has a teasing lilt to it. “Not right now we need to get you and me some food and a shower.” The pout covering Abby’s face makes you want to retract your statement but you can’t. Much to Abby’s dislike she cannot solely exist off of pussy.

I will probably write more for this AU. I just need more ideas. Feel free to send in requests for this AU

#abby anderson x reader #abby x reader #abby anderson #tlou one shot #tlou imagine

[strawbeerossi]

I seen that you write angst and I have an idea to share with you because of some personal things that I went through with my own family.

Do you think you can write something about fem!reader and Spencer finding out that one of their children has leukemia? Maybe with death involved to show how intricate this situation can affect families? I know it’s a very loaded topic so I completely understand if you don’t wanna do it but I think you’d master the topic beautifully based off of your angst writing. ❤️

I hope you’re doing alright today, Tay

First off, I’m so sorry for your loss, lovebug. I hope I do this justice and thank you for trusting me with this topic. My DMs are open if you ever need to talk. 🩵

And I'm good today, thank you, honey.

Vilomah: Bereaved Parents

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Spencer Reid

Description: After their son succumbs to his illness, the Reid parents have to navigate the grieving process together along with the team who are there to help.

Content Warning: Child death, leukemia, details about a hospital stay, extreme grief after loss, a child’s funeral, parental grief, mentions struggles with eating, spousal argument, lots of tears, descriptions of feeling empty and depression, the team is there for the Reids, spousal comfort, hurt/comfort.

Word Count: 3.3K

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I cried like a baby writing this. I hope I captured what you were looking for anon.

“Memories saturate my heart and the story of you spills from my eyes.” – Grace Andren

There were many horrors that Spencer faced in his line of work; murderers, rapists, cannibals, the lot of it. He was also faced with grief more often than not, losing Maeve and Gideon being the two most notable times where he was forced to face the fact that everybody dies at some point, no matter who they are. 

That wasn’t enough to prepare him for the cruelest thing life had to throw at him. Benjamin was diagnosed with leukemia when he was just two months shy of four-years-old, more specifically it was Chronic Myeloid Leukemia. 

The first few months were seemingly okay. He was responding well with the treatment, his little body growing stronger with each passing day. There were plenty of ice cream days to celebrate whenever Ben could function as good as he could before the cancer. Not to mention all the gifts his aunt Penelope would send.

There was hope, so much hope that Y/N and Spencer didn’t let the thoughts of losing their son loom over their head.

That was until he got sick again, this time much worse. It happened suddenly, Ben went from eating some fruit snacks and watching a movie to losing consciousness and growing pale. Spencer never thought he could get home faster than what he did when he got the phone call. Emily sent him home immediately after hearing the news, telling him to get home to his family and that she would check in.

The next few weeks were spent in the hospital, the bright lights being harsh on the eyes of the sore eyes of the Reid parents. Y/N didn’t sleep but for a few hours a night, any small movement or sound from Ben or his machines waking her up. Spencer had grown to not sleep for that long, surviving off maybe an hour a night and ten cups of coffee to push forward the following morning.

However, the suffocating realization of the inevitable was starting to soak in. Spencer wanted nothing more than for his son to make a recovery but as a man of science, that hope dissipated as he noticed the signs. People got better before death, so whenever Ben was showing all the signs of surging, it was enough to kill Spencer.

Even after they had a conversation with their doctor, the woman telling them that surging typically happens one to two days before death, it was like Y/N wouldn’t take that. She would say that he was fine, that he was healing. 

It was denial. 

The day they lost him was the hardest of them all. The air was suffocating that morning, there being a bitter winter chill. Spencer had gone to work, as usual. There was a case, one about a man who was killing women who resembled his birth mother after she rejected him from her life. He was distracted, like any father on the verge of losing his child would be.

He knew he shouldn’t have gone to work but he was losing his mind, being overwhelmed with the knowledge of the inevitable. He liked to think that if he and Y/N didn’t discuss it, it wasn’t real. As a man of science, he knew the risks of believing something like that.

Still, he gave himself false hope. 

However, his heart stopped beating for a split second as he could feel his phone buzzing, the world freezing around him as he couldn’t hear the others around him. He knew what this call was. It took JJ shaking Spencer’s shoulders to snap him out of his thoughts. “I have to go.” 

Making it to the hospital, he dreaded going inside. However, he was running through the hospital doors not bothering to check in at the front desk as he was going as fast as his legs could carry him to reach his son’s hospital room. 

Judging by the heart wrenching screams of agony from his wife on the other side of the door, Spencer knew what to expect as his shaking hand was opening the hospital door. The sight of his wife cradling their son was enough to make him drop to his knees. 

The nurses and doctors looked at the small family, feeling the sting of heartache as they’d gotten to know the Reid’s over the past year.

Spencer’s legs were like jelly, the tears cascading his face being enough where he was sure he could fill up the hospital room in tears, enough to drown in. They were able to stay as long as they wanted to, even if it was hours later. 

“Do you have his blanket?” Y/N asked, voice raw from the screaming and uncontrollable sobbing from before. “I don’t want him to get cold..” She whispered, looking at their son who looked like he was sleeping against his father’s chest. “In the bag.” The words were shaky, the father keeping his son close while letting his forehead rest against Benjamin’s smaller one.

After they were laying the little boy down again, Y/N was slowly putting the blanket over the child before she was leaning down to kiss his forehead, which had begun to grow cold from the hours his parents took to say goodbye. The parents clung to one another as they were being forced to walk out of the hospital. 

After that, their life lost all its color. Waking up to an alarm rather than to a happy little boy jumping on their bed just wasn’t the same. There was no laughter in the house, no warmth. The atmosphere was just as cold as the weather outside. No matter how many days that Penelope came over with baskets filled with small goodies to try and lift their spirits, or how Luke would come by to check in and bring food over that the two parents just couldn’t stomach.

The day of the funeral was when every ounce of denial was fizzing away. Next came anger. Y/N was moving a bit slow, honestly not wanting to rush and be greeted with the sad looks of their friends and family. Spencer was ready twenty minutes prior, wanting to rush the grieving process and just accept everything immediately, even if it was impossible.

“Please hurry up.” His voice was laced with irritation, making wife look up from her shoes as she was playing with the strap. “I am hurrying..” She spoke softly, a frown on her face as she slowly got the shoes on. “You don’t have to have an attitude, by the way.” 

That was the start of something ugly.

“Well, you don’t have to take thirty years and expect Benji to walk through the door.” The words were deep cutting, very uncharacteristic of the loving man she married.The words had his wife stunned in place, her mouth falling open. “You don’t have to be an asshole and keep reminding me of where we are going.” She spat, moving to brush her hair back before standing.

“You can’t keep acting like things are going to change. He’s gone, Y/N. No matter how bad we want him back, we will never get him back.” They were growing angry at one another at the wrong time. Before the yelling could start, there was a soft knock on the door. With a soft sigh, Spencer was turning around and heading to the sound of the soft knocking. 

The sight behind the door was enough to make his heart clench. There was Derek, the man offering a sad smile. “Hey, kid. I came to pick you two up. How’s the missus doing?” He asked, chuckling as Spencer was rushing to tightly hug his best friend, his hand slowly patting the younger male’s back. “Hi Derek.” Y/N offered a weak smile once she was closing the bedroom door. 

“Hey mama.” His voice was soft and careful, heading over to wrap his arms around the woman before kissing her cheek. “I was thinking that after everything, we could all go out to lunch.” He wasn’t stupid, he could tell that the two parents were neglecting themselves, he’d talked to the team. 

This was a sensitive time, so he understood. However, he wasn’t going to sit idly by either. He’d be damned if he let them both slowly waste away. Benjamin sure as hell wouldn’t have wanted that. 

“I don’t know, Derek. I don’t think I can deal with everyone looking at us with pity. You know how many people have told me that they hugged their babies tighter because of this situation? It hurts. Not nearly as helpful as people think..” The woman spoke while slowly rubbing her face.

“It’ll just be us. The team, our family.” He attempted to coax both parents, the two not being able to get out of it in the end.

The three eventually made it to the graveyard where they were confronting the one thing that they didn’t want to face. The Reids were approaching the plot that they’d purchased for the family, Y/N having to collect herself at the sight of the coffin waiting by the open plot. 

“There you two are,” Penelope looked like she’d been sobbing already, her arms wrapping tightly around both parents. That was where the floodgates broke, both of them tightly clutching onto the blonde enough to suffocate her. 

The ceremony was beautiful, despite the flood of tears and pain deep in the chests of all that were closest to the child who they were laying to rest. It was something honorable, Benji even having his uncle Aaron there to say a final goodbye. Even surrounded by love, there was still an emptiness, a void that would never be filled. 

What came next made things worse, the parents having to say goodbye as soon as the casket was being lowered in its plot, Y/N and Spencer wrapped up in one another’s embrace while their hands were clutching each other’s clothing. The wife was letting her head rest against her husband’s shoulder, their tears soaking one another’s clothes and hair.

It was just them now, with the ghost of their sweet angel who would keep a watchful eye over his parents, whether they knew it or not.

Dave was approaching the parents, his hand resting on Spencer’s shoulder as he cleared his throat to catch their attention. “I want you both to know that I will be here for you both, always.” David Rossi, the father of the team, it seemed. As well as being uncle Dave to all the kids, Benji included. 

“I heard that you two agreed to come to lunch.” He spoke softly, eliciting a small smile from Y/N. “We are.” She said softly, truly unable to say no to him. “We are having it in my backyard. Why don’t you two ride with me?” He suggested, making both Spencer and his wife look at one another.

They weren't getting out of this, so they complied and followed behind David.

The only problem was that so many amazing things happened in that backyard, Benji’s baby shower being one of them.

“Baby Reid is getting so big,” JJ gushed, her hand on Y/N’s swollen bump as the woman laughed in content. “Isn’t he? He’s also been kicking the hell out of my ribs, I feel like he's punishing me.” Y/N joked.

Finding out that she was pregnant was the best thing that ever happened. Of course, there were jokes of Spencer and Y/N not even waiting a year after they got married before she was already pregnant.

It was funny, really. Spencer was highly convinced that the baby was conceived on the first week of their honeymoon, the two being a little too into that talk while they were in the middle of sex, the filthy words of her being swollen with his baby becoming literal.

Diana was thrilled the moment that she saw her son and his wife on one of their visits, the woman being more thrilled at the prospect of her little Spencer having a child of his own. She would say that she knew before they even told her. 

“Mothers always know, Spencer. We are animals, we can feel things.” Were her exact words, something that she said Y/N would understand one day.

“Bella!” David smiled, the term of endearment being a newer one that he used for Y/N after the pregnancy, something about how she looked gorgeous because she was glowing. It was sweet, she had to admit it. “Hi, David.” Y/N grinned, her arms wrapping around the older man in a hug before she was pulling away. “You and Penelope did a beautiful job, by the way!”

Almost as if she were summoned, the bubbly blonde was hurrying over to flash a smile. “There you are my gorgeous girl! How are you feeling?” She asked, her hand cautiously rubbing her baby bump once Y/N gave her the okay.

“I’m doing good, actually. This boy is gonna be the death of me though. I was craving dirt the other day.” Her nose crinkled. “Weirdness. However, this baby is a Reid so that’ll explain it better than anything else.” Penelope joked. 

“It’s actually more normal than you might think. One theory links pica cravings to iron deficiencies. Another theory suggests these cravings develop as an adaptive response to the way the immune system changes during pregnancy.” Spencer smiled while letting his arms wrap around his wife from behind, his lips pressing a kiss to her cheek before his hands were coming underneath the heavy bump, lifting it up gently to take some of the pain from his wife’s back.

It was enough to make the woman sigh of relief as her head was tilted back against his shoulder. “You are such a lifesaver.” She breathed while briefly closing her eyes. 

Spencer was attentive and loving, paying attention to her much more after the pregnancy was discovered.

This was a dream.

This was a nightmare, the memories rushing back to Y/N as she was walking into the backyard where all those sweet memories lived. It was emotionally draining, so much so that her hand was reaching aimlessly for Spencer’s.

As soon as her husband realized what she was doing, he was slowly approaching his wife and letting his hand tightly grip onto hers. He didn’t realize how bad they needed this, to have a reminder that they still had each other. He figured it was implied but this made a bit of weight lift off his chest. 

“I know it may be a bit hard to laugh right now,” Penelope began as she was offering a smile. “But I know how much Benji used to love having dinner with all of us, no matter where we went.” She began, making a soft, sad smile spreading across Y/N’s face. 

“So, I figured that I would honor one of my favorite godson’s in the best way possible. Instead of boring adult food, I made extra sure to get the best of the best.” Being a four-year-old, Benjamin was just as picky as the next kid. 

“Don’t tell me,” Spencer began, looking over as she was happily showing off the meal she had catered. It consisted of all the essential food groups of a young child; chicken nuggets, macaroni and cheese, and french fries. 

Hank, Michael, Henry, the Simmons children and Jack were all over the idea of that. The adults, though, couldn’t help the soft laughter. “Benji would definitely approve.” Y/N offered a soft smile, shaking her head fondly. “Even up until the end, he had to have his nuggets.” Spencer added, a few tears springing up in his eyes at the pleasant memory, even in the darkest time of their lives.

“I don’t want that..” Benjamin wrinkled his nose as he was pushing away the soup that the hospital was giving him, making Spencer look up from his book. “It’s good for you, Benji. Try it.” He urged on, a smile as he put the book down after finding his bookmark. 

“Daddy, no. It’s yucky. It smells yucky.” He continued on, the four year old running the spoon through the bowl.

Like his mother, he was dramatic about it, gagging at the mere thought of eating what he was given. “I want chicken nuggets.” He whined out, now looking at his mother, who was sighing in content. 

“Take a few bites and try it! If you try it and you don’t like it, I’ll go get you some nuggets. Sounds fair?” She asked, keeping the stern tone yet offering a sweet smile, knowing damn well that he’d get his way in the end anyway. Even if he liked the soup.

“I’ll try it but I might be sick, mama.” He warned, looking at the broth with vegetables before he was taking a good amount on the spoon.

He eyed it over before pushing it into his mouth. Both parents couldn’t help the laughter falling from their lips as Benji pulled a face, looking offended he was even made to try it.

“Blegh! Nasty!” The animated child was pushing the tray table away as Y/N was already getting up to grab her keys. “I’m going! I’m going! Make sure that you watch your daddy, you know he likes getting into too much trouble.” 

As everyone had a plate in front of them, everyone was looking at the Reids, expectant of them to get up. Derek was the one who was already making two plates before placing them down in front of the two. “There you are pretty boy and pretty girl, no need to get up.” He knew what he was doing.

Even with the lack of appetite, Y/N was slowly picking up her fork before collecting a bit of the mac and cheese on her fork, slowly moving to push the fork in her mouth. She didn’t realize just how hungry she was before that bite. Of course, barely eating for two weeks would do that to you.

Spencer seemed to be on the same page, the two unknowingly eating like they hadn’t eaten in years. The group said nothing about it, although they shared collective glances and their eyes were glistening over with relief. 

They were eating enough to actually keep themselves alive, to keep themselves from falling ill and being stuck in the hospital being fed through IVs. After all they went through, they didn’t need to be in another hospital for a long time.

The rest of the day was spent with their family rather than them being locked up at home, real smiles gracing their features for the first time in forever. Being together in a quiet home was taking a huge hit at their mental health. 

This was what they needed. Their full support system. 

It was later on in the evening before Y/N and Spencer had gotten home, the two ordering takeout for dinner whenever they arrived at home. The wife was looking over the picture of their family that she had hanging up in the kitchen, a soft smile on her face. He looked so peaceful today, didn’t he?” She asked, her voice soft.

“No more pain, no more weakness.. Just peaceful.” Spencer added on, looking up from his hands. “Y/N.. I’m sorry about what I said earlier. It was horrible to say,” He said as his wife was offering a gentle smile. “I understand. It’s hard right now but.. Spencer, I love you. With every fiber of my being. Please remember that.”

It was what he needed to hear, his head nodding. “I know. I love you so much, baby. Thank you. I’m here for you, even if you just need to cry and be taken care of.” The taller man was standing up before heading over to tightly hug his wife. “You’re so strong. So fucking strong.” He spoke softly while kissing the top of her head. 

All they needed to power through this together was each other, they would make it through this for Benji over all else. It was what he would've wanted , their love to persevere. 

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[wrenreid]

Better off Broken

synopsis: Spencer Reid finally gets a chance to meet his little boy’s teacher after always being away on a case for all the other opportunities. Though, the single father Dr. Reid was not expecting his son’s kindergarten teacher to be a charming young woman who might possibly make him forget the vow he took to swear off romantic involvements. (dual point of view)

content warnings: past relationship trauma, little bit of self deprecation, 18+ scenes, fluff…

“C’mon, Daddy! Let’s go meet Ms. Y/n!” I hear one of my students, Atlas Reid, say excitedly from outside of my classroom.

Atlas is one of my favorite students. Now, I know we educators are not supposed to have favorites, but we all do. He’s kind and brilliant. I’ve always wanted to meet his parents just to tell them how amazing they’ve raised their son.

But at every parent- teacher conference or holiday party, Mr. and Mrs. Reid have failed to show up.

A few weeks ago when I was walking a few of the kiddos out for pickup, I asked Atlas where his mommy was for the Thanksgiving party we had for the students and parents.

The little boy looked up at me, and with a straight face he said, “I don’t have a mommy.”

Rip my heart out why don’t you, child? I wanted to pick him up and hug him right then and there. Mainly because he didn’t even seem all that upset about it, which made me even more upset. Sure there are hundreds of thousands of kids who don’t have two (or even one) parents, but it still makes me sad. Maybe he has two dads, I thought to myself. I was hoping.

“Who do you live with?” I asked him, trying not to assume anything.

I have a name and a contact for his guardian, but I don’t know who they are since I’ve never had to call them.

“I live with my daddy,” he said plainly, but had a soft smile on his face.

He has a parent. Good.

“Why didn’t he come to the party yesterday?” I asked. I’m being really being nosy, but children don’t notice nosiness because they ask a ton of questions too.

“He was at work. He’s always at work,” Atlas said, and I detected a hint of sadness in his little voice.

I frowned a little, not sure what to say. Luckily, I didn’t have to say anything because the woman who takes the kids across the street to their parents and guardians came to get the kids.

“Bye, students,” I waved with a smile to them.

“Bye, Ms. Y/n!”

So Atlas has someone there for him, but he’s always working. It made me sad to think about, still does.

What if this man neglects his child because he’s so busy all the time? Of course, Atlas isn’t malnourished or anything, but six year olds need attention. A lot of people use work as a way to get away from their families. What if that’s what’s going on?

I obviously can’t just accuse this man of anything, but when he comes in I’m for sure going to question him a little.

Sure, maybe I’m overreacting, but I need to make sure this father isn’t a piece of shit like I’ve seen before.

“I thought your teacher’s name was Mr. Cunningham,” the father says to his child, question in his voice.

They reach the door and enter my classroom.

Before Atlas can answer his father, I do. “Mr. Cunningham was injured, and decided to retire. I was his secondary teacher, but I’ve stepped up since he’s been gone.”

You would know that if you were ever here, I want to say, but I don’t

“Oh. Well, it’s nice to meet you,” he says kindly.

I look up at him for the first time… and holy shit. He’s gorgeous. He has fluffy brown waves that are just long enough to frame his face nicely, but aren’t too long. His face is clean shaven. His build is nice, I notice. He’s tall and lanky but underneath the suit, I’m sure there’s a fair amount of muscles.

I force myself to quit looking at him, hoping I wasn’t exactly checking him out. I look into his brown eyes and immediately regret it because they’re like a a pool of honey that could suck you in and keep you there like quicksand.

“Nice to finally meet you too,” I say. “And nice to see you again, Atlas.”

The little boy smiles at me.

“Oh forgive me,” his father laughs a little awkwardly. “I’m Spencer Reid, Atlas’s father as I’m sure you’ve presumed.”

He doesn’t reach his hand out to shake mine, but I don’t mind much.

“Y/n Y/l/n.” I gesture to the table in front of my desk. “Please, have a seat. Atlas, there’s toys over on the rug for you to play with.”

“No thank you,” he says then turns to his father. “Dad, you forgot doctor.”

“Hm?” Mr. Reid looks down at his son, seeming almost as if he had to shake himself out of looking at me.

“You forgot the doctor in front of your name!”

I smile at the kid then look up at his father. “You’re a doctor?”

“PhD,” he tells me. “I think Atlas likes to correct people on it more than I do.” He laughs softly and it makes me smile a little.

“Well, then nice to meet you Dr. Reid,” I say with that little smile still on my face.

My eyes rake down to his outfit again, and he takes notice.

“Pardon my being overdressed. I just came back from work,” Dr. Reid says.

“Where do you work?” I ask curiously, hoping I can see why he appears to be always busy.

“I’m an agent at the FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit,” he tells me.

Woah. Okay maybe he’s not trying to get away from his son. Maybe work just keeps him busy. But I’m not ruling out piece of shit father just yet, no matter how attractive he is.

“Oh. That’s impressive,” I say. “I’m sure that keeps you busy.”

He nods. “Yes ma’am it does. I hate that I haven’t been able to attend all the meetings and parties, but I have promised Atlas I will be going to the Christmas party.”

I smile softly. “Good. I think it’s really special to have parents or guardians here for those types of things.”

“I agree with you,” Dr. Reid says. “I wish I could be here more. It’s just that I’m always being flown off to a different state for cases. I hope you don’t hold that against me, Ms. Y/n.”

His voice is sweet and sounds a little upset. Maybe piece of shit father can be ruled out. Maybe.

“I won’t deny that it made me a little worried,” I tell him honestly.

“Understandable.”

“But I’m glad you’re here today,” I say with a kind smile. “So this meeting is for me to tell parents about their child’s progress. As you know, the semester is almost over.”

He nods, showing me he’s listening.

“Atlas has been an excellent student all semester. He shows incredible strength in all academic subjects. Truly impressive.”

Dr. Reid smiles and nudges Atlas with his elbow. The child laughs. “Good job, bud.”

I smile, admiring the father-son moment. “He is also very kind to the other kids and me. Though, he is less social than the other children. Which is nothing to worry about right now. A lot of kids go through a shy phase.”

“He gets that from me,” Dr. Reid says. “I’m sure we can work on that.”

“Really, it’s no worry right now. It would be something to worry about if he didn’t share and wasn’t very nice, but he doesn’t seem to have trouble in those area,” I tell him.

Dr. Reid nods. “Alright. So there are no concerns?”

“None. You’ve raised a great kid.”

He smiles proudly. “Thank you. Atlas talks very highly of you, I just didn’t know you were his primary teacher now.”

I nod. “Kids leave details out sometimes.”

“Yes they do,” he chuckles. Dr. Reid stands up. “It very nice to meet you.”

I raise from my sweet as well. “You too, Dr. Reid. And I’ll see you next week for the Christmas party?”

“Yes you will,” he nods with a gentle smile.

He takes Atlas’s hand in his, and they walk out.

“Bye, Ms. Y/n!”

“Bye, sweetheart,” I grin. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

The two walk out of my classroom. So I was wrong about Atlas’s dad. That’s a relief.

Dr. Reid and Atlas were the last meeting of the day, and the quickest. Which is a little disappointing for me. I wouldn’t have minded them staying longer. I pack up my bag and head home from the school.

———

“Your teacher seems nice,” I tell my son while buckling him into his car seat.

“Ms. Y/n’s great,” he smiles up at me.

I ruffle his light brown hair before getting into the driver’s seat. “I’m sorry I haven’t been able to meet her before, kiddo.”

“It’s okay, Daddy,” he says, and it almost breaks my heart.

It makes me feel awful that I haven’t been able to attend the meetings and events for Atlas’s class. I don’t know how Hotch and JJ do this. I guess Hotch had his sister-in-law watch after Jack while he was away on cases, and JJ has Will and their babysitter.

Which is why I hired a nanny years ago. But I hate that I have to rely on her to take care of him at least 3 full days a week. He’s my child, and I want to be there for him.

Starting next week, I’m taking a sabbatical so I can be with him for the rest of the holidays. I’ll be home for the rest of December, January, and February. And I’m excited to tell him over dinner.

I’m glad I was able to attend the end of the semester parent-teacher meeting this evening. I definitely wasn’t expecting Atlas’s teacher to be so young and pretty.

All the teacher’s I had were much older and a little cranky.

But Ms. Y/n can’t be a day over twenty-eight, or at least she doesn’t look like she is.

Not only does Atlas love her, but I think she may have won over my approval as well. She seems like a nice person.

I think she caught me checking her out. Not in an inappropriate way, but I was looking at her hair, and her eyes, and her face. I couldn’t help myself. She’s attractive. Very. Anyway, I was embarrassed and red faced when she saw me looking, but at least she didn’t say anything about it.

I definitely shouldn’t be checking out my son’s teacher, but it’s just attraction. There’s nothing wrong with attraction. It would be wrong if I flirted with her. But I’m not going to

“Daddy, are you coming?” Atlas groans, waiting by the door with his backpack on.

“Yes. Patience, son, patience,” I say with a soft laugh. I’m tying my tie in front of the bathroom mirror.

I’m dressed in a red button up, black slacks, and my infamous dirty converse. I throw on a dark grey cardigan after finishing with the tie.

Atlas waits for me, checking his watch.

“We’re not late, Atlas,” I assure him. “Do you have the cookies in your bag?”

“Yep,” he nods.

“Alright, c’mon,” I say, and the two of us head out of our apartment.

Today is the Christmas party for Atlas’s kindergarten class. He seems to be thrilled I’m coming with him, and that makes me happy. Though, I did pass on my habit of worrying and being early to everything.

Last night, he helped me bake cookies for the party. Usually, I’d do store bought, but since this is the first time this year I’ve been able to attend something like this, I wanted it to be special for him.

We made little snowmen and santa hats out of frosting. Some are a little wonky, and I’m not even sure if they’re my drawings or his.

“Dr. Reid, I’m so glad you could make it!” Ms. Y/n says as I walk with Atlas into the classroom. We’re pretty early thanks to my overly punctual son. In fact, we’re the first ones here.

“Sorry. I know we’re early. You know how Atlas is,” I chuckle softly, getting the cookies out of his backpack.

“No worries,” she says with a little smile. “Nothing wrong with wanting to be early.”

She says the last sentence to Atlas.

He gives her a little smile back.

“Did you make these?” Ms. Y/n asks, gesturing to the cookies in my hands.

“Yes, I did,” I nod.

Atlas looks up at me with furrowed eyebrows.

“Sorry. We did.”

“Well, they’re adorable. Thank you so much.”

I hand her the cookies and she puts them on the snack table.

“I can help finish setting up,” I offer. “You know, since we’re so early.”

Ms. Y/n turns around, and I can’t help but notice how her hair flows nicely and her eyes meet the smile her lips give me.

“I’d really appreciate that,” she says.

Her outfit is festive; she’s got a red sweater with the word “Merry” written in cursive, there’s green ribbons in her hair, and her makeup is themed as well.

“What do you need me to do?”

She thinks for a moment. “Could you hang up that sign over there? I’m too short and didn’t feel like busting my bottom by falling off my spinny chair,” she laughs softly.

“It would be better if you didn’t, yes,” I chuckle softly as well. I pick up the festive sign and hang it up where she tells me too.

She’s got the whole classroom decorated. She seems like the type to do this for all the holidays. I wish I could’ve seen what she did for Halloween, my favorite holiday.

“Thank you so much, Dr. Reid,” she says with a smile after we finish setting up for the party.

“Please, you can call me Spencer,” I tell her. “And you’re very welcome.”

She tucks her hair behind her ear with another grin. “Alright, Spencer, fair warning. Some of these moms are a little intense.”

I raise my eyebrows with a soft chuckle. “Intense?”

“Mhm,” Ms. Y/n nods. “They always try to out due each other with the snacks and games. It’s almost sad to watch sometimes, but you didn’t hear that from me.”

I raise my hands in the air with a laugh. “Your gossip is safe with me.”

“Hey, that was not gossip! It was a warning,” she says, but can’t hold on her chuckle.

“Right,” I nod, making a face to show her I’m being sarcastic.

She rolls her eyes, a slight grin on her face.

Just before I’m about to compliment her (and probably embarrass myself), more parents and kids come into the classroom.

Atlas seems to be enjoying the party, but he doesn’t talk to many of the other kids.

Ms. Y/n makes her rounds, talking to her students and their parents or guardians. I introduce myself to some of them, but Ms. Y/n was right. They’re not the kindest. I hear some of them whispering about how I’m never around.

“How are things over here?” she asks me and Atlas as we snack on some of the goodies.

“It’s going well,” I say with a soft grin. “Just a little strange I guess.”

“Anything I can do?”

“No, ma’am I think we’re okay.”

“Hey, if I don’t have to call you doctor, you don’t have to call me Ms. or ma’am,” she says with a smile.

“Noted,” I chuckle softly.

“Thank you for coming,” she says in a low voice so Atlas can’t hear. “I know he’s glad to have you here.”

I nod. “Im glad to be here.”

The party is over soon enough, and school is let out for Christmas break.

“Are you excited for two weeks off of school?” I ask Atlas once we’re home.

“I like school,” he says.

“I always did too,” I smile softly. “But aren’t you excited for Christmas?”

“Yes. Are we going to see Henry and Michael this week?”

“Mhm,” I nod. “We’re doing our work Christmas on Friday so you’ll get to see them.”

He nods with a small smile.

Atlas is different, just like I was, still am. He’s on the spectrum too. He can show emotions, but he doesn’t do it often. He definitely feels things though, he just feels them differently than other kids.

He’s always had social problems, but he’s known Henry and Michael since he was born. He’s never seemed to have an issue with them.

I just hope he can make more friends as he grows older. It’s hard when your kid doesn’t have many buddies. I understand, of course, but it still makes me a little upset at times.

———

Okay, Atlas’s father is not only gorgeous, but he’s smart and charming too. That’s kind of inconvenient for me because I think I’m developing a crush on him.

He was helpful and kind at the party. Watching him with his son warms my heart too. He’s gentle and loving. Not many dads are as affectionate as Spencer.

I suppose he has to be since Atlas doesn’t have a mom. I wonder what happened there. Was he ever married? Did his wife die? God, I hope not. That’s sad. I would just assume they were separated, but Atlas said he doesn’t have a mom at all.

It’s halfway through Christmas break when I decide to message Spencer. It’s a professional message, of course.

Y/n: Hello, Dr. Reid. This is Y/n Y/l/n, Atlas’s teacher. Sorry to bother you, but I was just wondering how yours and Atlas’s holiday break is going?

It doesn’t take too long for him to respond.

Spencer: Y/n, nice to hear from you. Our break is going great! We spent Christmas with my mother, and Atlas had a great time. How’s yours going?”

Y/n: I’m glad he’s having fun. Mine’s going great too. I spent Christmas with my parents and siblings; it was nice.

Spencer: I’m glad you’re having fun as well. Any plans for New Year’s?

My heart flutters as if he’s asking me on a date. But I know better.

Y/n: Not yet. You?

Spencer: I’ll probably go over to my coworker’s house. Her kids are friends with Atlas.

Y/n: Oh that’s great! Are they close in age?

Spencer: Her youngest son is just a year older than Atlas, and the other is a few years older. I’m glad he has them.

Y/n: We’ll, me too. Enjoy your time with Atlas!

Spencer: Will do! I’ll see you later.

He’ll see me later. Hell yeah, he will. I’ll make sure of it.

I feel a little bad for texting him for so long, but he didn’t seem to mind.

I smile to myself, my cheeks blushing. I did text him because I wanted to check on Atlas, but I also just wanted to text him.

Maybe it was a little unprofessional, but hopefully anyone who found out, which no one will, just think I was checking on a student.

The second semester starts way too soon. I can’t believe this year is already halfway over. The kids are all hyper and excited to share their stories from Christmas break.

I have them sit on the rug in a circle and share what they did over the break. I let them be a little louder than usual just to get some energy out.

After story and play time, we do a 10 minute quiet reading.

I sit down by Atlas at his table. “You didn’t share what you did. Is everything okay?”

He sets down his book. He always reads books at a much larger lever than every other kid. It’s incredible.

He nods. “Everything’s okay.”

I’m not convinced. “What’s up then, kiddo?”

He sighs softly. “Everyone was talking about being home with their mommies and daddies and brothers and sisters. It was just me and my dad.”

There he goes. Breaking my heart again.

“Awh, Atlas,” I frown but try to be supportive. “It’s okay to be upset about that, but you are so lucky to have such a great dad. He loves you so much, you know that?”

He nods.

“There are tons of kids just like you who don’t have a mommy. You are not alone.”

He leans his head on my arm for a second. “Okay.”

I think my words got through to him, but it’s a little hard to tell.

The school day goes by and so does the whole week. I keep thinking about Atlas and his dad. I feel sorry for both of them. I don’t know what happened with Atlas’s mom, but I’m pretty sure it affects both of them often.

My phone chimes and my stomach flutters when I read the name of who texted me. He must be some psychic who can tell when someone’s thinking about him.

Spencer: So Atlas tells me there’s going to be a Valentine’s day party next month.

Y/n: Yes sir. I’m hoping to have as many parents as I can come help the kids decorate their card boxes.

Spencer: You can count me in.

Y/n: Perfect! I’ll be sending out emails within the next few weeks.

Spencer: I’ll be on the lookout. How was the rest of your break?

I smile to myself like an idiot.

Y/n: It was good! How about yours?

Spencer: Ours was good as well. Atlas has seemed a little distant this week. Has he told you anything?

Y/n: He did mention something, but I really don’t think it’s my place to bring this up.

Spencer: If he said anything to you, it is your place. If you don’t feel comfortable texting about it, we could meet up for brunch tomorrow? If that’s okay with you.

Idiotly smiling is now my special talent.

Y/n: I’ll meet you at the cafe on 7th at 10?

Spencer: I’ll see you there.

Is this a date? There’s no way it’s a date, right? It’s just a man and his kid’s teacher discussing the child.

Which definitely explains why I’m getting dressed up for this brunch right now. Well, it’s not like I’m putting on a gown or anything, but I’m wearing one of my nicest blouses tucked into a skirt.

Spencer is already seated in the cafe when I walk in. He pulls a chair out of me to sit in, and I’m pretty sure I would give him my hand in marriage right then and there.

“It’s nice to see you again, Y/n,” he says with a soft smile.

“You as well, Dr. Re- Spencer,” I chuckle softly.

“Atlas is with my friend and her kids right now, so you’ve got my undivided attention,” he says with a soft grin.

Holy shit. The butterflies are going crazy.

We order our coffee and food.

“How was the first week back?”

“It was good. The kids were a little crazy at first, but that’s normal with all the energy they need to get out.”

“I hope Atlas wasn’t giving you any trouble?”

I smile softly and shake my head. “He never does.”

“That’s good to hear,” Spencer smiles back. “So what did he talk to you about?”

I take a breath. “Well, he told me he was a little upset because all the other kids were talking about being with their families, and he was feeling a little… I guess upset about not having a mom.” My words are awkward because I have no idea how to say this to him. It’s not my place to talk about Atlas’s mom.

Spencer furrows his eyebrows and frowns. “Oh.”

“But I talked to him for a second, and I think he started to feel better,” I say, trying to give him a smile.

He nods. “It’s hard being a single dad sometimes. I know he doesn’t understand why all his peers have a mom and he doesn’t. I honestly don’t know how to handle it.”

I give him a look of sympathy and touch his hand lightly with mine. “I’m sorry, Spencer. I can’t even imagine.”

Spencer takes a deep breath. “He may be smart, but he’s still just a little kid. He needs more than what I can give him.”

“I may haven’t known you for very long, but I know you give him the best you can. You’re a great dad, and he loves you,” I tell him.

I try to take my hand away, but he holds onto it.

“I’m sorry for dumping all of that on you,” he chuckles nervously. “Sometimes I just-”

“Need someone to talk to?” I suggest, and he nods. “Me too. You can talk to me whenever you need someone.”

He smiles softly. “Thank you. You can talk to me too.”

I grin, my cheeks most definitely burning red.

“You don’t have kids, do you?”

I shake my head in answer to his question. “No. I prefer to be able to give them back when the bell rings.”

Spencer laughs, brushing some soft curls out of his face with his hand. The hand that was holding mine. It feels like it’s still holding mine. What is this man doing to me?

“Understandable.”

“I’m kidding,” I chuckle. “I want kids. Eventually.”

“How old are you?” He asks, tilting his head. Then realization hits. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I just asked that. I don’t want to seem rude.”

“No, you’re good,” I laugh softly. “I just turned 30 in October.”

“My birthday’s in October too,” he smiles.

“Really what day, mine’s the 15th?”

“28th. Though I’m a lot older than you.”

“What?” I shake my head. “No way.”

He nods. “Mhm. I’ll be 41 this year.”

“10 years isn’t a lot.”

“It’s not not a lot,” he chuckles. “You don’t even look 30. 27 at most.”

“You’re so lying right now,” I laugh, tucking my hair behind my ears. “If you’re trying to get Atlas a good grade, he already has one.”

Spencer shakes his head, laughing softly again. “I’m not lying.”

My cheeks are burning red, and I feel so silly right now. We eat brunch together and continue talking for a bit.

“I’ve got to go pick up Atlas, but it was really nice talking with you,” Spencer stands up.

I stand up along with him, and we start toward the door. He opens the door for me and lets me go out first.

“It was nice talking with you too,” I grin up at him.

“I’ll see you soon,” he says.

“You will?” I ask, blushing hard.

“Yeah. At the Valentine’s day party,” he reminds me, and I feel ridiculous.

“Right,” I chuckle awkwardly. “Have a nice weekend.”

“You too, Y/n.”

So I have a thing for my student’s dad. I’m fucked.

—————

I cannot be doing this. I swore to myself that I wouldn’t get involved with anyone after Atlas’s mom. I can’t risk it. I can’t risk getting hurt again.

But despite my swearing off romance, I’m falling for her. It’s extremely inconvenient and a little annoying.

No matter how gorgeous, smart, and charming she is, I have to stop thinking about her the way I am. I’m imagining the way her lips would taste on mine and how soft her skin is.

But I know more than anyone that it’s nearly impossible to stop thinking about things like this. We want what we can’t have. It’s only human.

So I’ll allow myself to want her. But I won’t allow myself to have her.

Letting people in only leads to heartbreak. That’s something I’ve learned in my 40 years of living.

I was in love in her. Like the cheesy head over heals we read about in romance books. She was beautiful and confident.

I finally got the nerve to ask her out, and to my surprise she said yes.

I was too blind and in love to realize that she was only interested in the sex. She didn’t actually care.

I remember the exact moment she told me she was pregnant. I was ecstatic. I’ve wanted to be a father since I could remember.

I wrapped my arms around her, kissed her forehead, and told her we could do this together. We could handle it.

The look on her face didn’t match mine though.

“I don’t want to do this together! Spencer, are you crazy? We can’t have a baby. I just got promoted. I’ve got to focus on my job, not a needy child,” she told me.

I felt my heart sink down to the flow below my feet. “What?”

“Spencer,” she sighed. “C’mon. We’ve only been together for five months. We barely even know each other. We can’t be parents.”

And now it was being stepped on, crushed beneath her high heels.

“Then we’ll get to know each other better… Lily, I love you.”

She shook her head. “No, you don’t, Spencer. And I don’t love you. We were just having fun. I don’t want this baby. And I don’t want to be with you either.”

How could she tell me what I felt? I knew what I felt. I was in love in her. I wanted to have this baby with her. We could’ve been a happy little family.

I looked down at my shoes, and I was pretty sure I saw my no longer beating heart laying there near them.

She was like a black widow, but instead of using me to mate with and eating my head, she ripped my heart out and chewed it up.

“Please, Lily,” I whispered, pleaded. “I’ll take care of the baby. You don’t have to do anything. Just please don’t…”

“Fine. I’ll have the baby, but don’t expect me to be involved in its life. Or yours.”

It? Our child was just an it to her?

I nodded. “Okay. Thank you.”

I felt sick to my stomach for the entire nine months on top of the heartbreak.

She wouldn’t let me help her. She barely spoke to me when I asked her how she was doing.

I got to be there for his birth, and I’ll always be grateful for that.

Soon enough, it was legally official that I had full custody, and she didn’t have to pay child support.

So instead of a happy family with the woman I loved and our beautiful son, I got a beautiful son I worried about every day. Worried that I wouldn’t be enough for him.

I still worry about that even six years later.

I made the promise to myself and to Atlas that I wouldn’t be with anyone ever again for both of our sakes when he was just a year old.

I made the promise to protect both of us from heartbreak. I wouldn’t get my heart ripped out again, and Atlas wouldn’t have false hope about someone staying with us.

The promise has been fairly easy to keep. Of course, there’s been a few women I wanted to sleep with and even have a relationship with. But I knew self control was key. If not for myself, for Atlas.

Sometimes I find myself wondering how Lily’s doing, wanting to call her and tell her how our son, no, my son is brilliant and beautiful. But I know she doesn’t care. Just like she didn’t actually care about me.

To her, the last six years have not been full of anxiety, doctors bills, daycare, hiring a nanny, and praying to whatever or whoever is out there that Atlas will be safe wherever he goes. It’s probably been a great six years for her. And it has been for me too; I love my son with everything in me. I just can’t pretend it hasn’t been hard.

Now, I find myself wondering if Y/n thinks of me the same way I think about her. But it’s not like it matters because I’m not going to act on my attraction to her.

part two

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[deadlynavigation]

Hello! how are you? I hope you are well, I love your account and I wanted to place an order with you if possible. Could you do a Male!Wednesday x Reader where the Reader is pregnant? how would he act? How would he take care of the baby when it was born? I hope the request is not too strange and I hope you can attend to it, have a good day.

HC: Pregnancy

Warnings: Pregnancy, mentions of labor, swearing, grave robbing, mentions of castration, electrocution, serial killing, and beheading; mention of sex. (sorry guys it's wednesday 😭)

Author's Note: Oh my gosh you are so sweet, thank you for the request. This was a fun one. And honey I have gotten way weirder requests than this one. Side note tho, if you ever want to request something again make sure you specify headcanon or oneshot, etc. I made this one a headcanon- I hope that it's satisfactory.

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This experience would be entirely new to him

Someone he loves -romantically, at that- is creating and carrying something he’ll love just as much?

He’s obviously overjoyed, but scared as fuck

So he does everything in his power to prepare

The amount of books and tomes he would dig out of the library (and sometimes graves) would start forming a pile on your nightstands the second you tell him the news

Books like How To Raise Your Demon, Surviving and Dying In Parenthood, and What To Expect When You’re Expecting are always either in the corner or tucked away in Wednesday’s arm

And every single day without fail you’ll find your husband reading one of his newly-stolen books, brooding in the sitting room with the straightest posture and most panicked eyes you’ve ever seen

That’s normally when you yank the book from him, walk over to the window, and watch as it drops further and further from you both and into the bushy gardens below

Lots of affirmative kisses from your end

He's probably more anxious than usual but refuses to show it, so just in case, you make it a habit to pepper his face in pecks every ten minutes or so

But at the end of the day, when you're both in bed and cuddled up next to each other

Wednesday is fully relaxed, knowing that he holds his world (and a little addition to that world) in his arms

Besides the prep, this man is also a monstrosity when it comes to your wellbeing

He’s not going to be too protective, and he’s not going to monitor you

But he’s going to call in five different doctors the second you’re feeling under the weather

Your temperature is high? Doctor.

Your feet are sore? Doctor.

Your nausea has you bedridden? Doctor.

And since it’s the only aspect of your pregnancy he’s been a bit feral about, you let him. You know it makes him feel better and it's nice to know he has your back

The baby being born is probably one of the most stressful times of Wednesday’s life

He’s next to you the entire time, letting you squeeze his hand as hard as you deem necessary while he sits there with a stoic face

Every so often he’ll look down to where your face is scrunched in pain and effort, and lay a comforting kiss on your forehead or cheek

You want to slap him for it

There were times where he had to leave the room because of the danger you presented to his well being

Phrases such as: kiss me again and I’ll rip your dick off with my teeth; appreciate your head now because after I’m done, I’m getting your ass on a chopping block; and his personal favorite, I am not above using that electrocution chair to make sure there are no more potential children left within you

So yeah his mom made him leave

When your labor finally stopped after a grueling 13 hours, Wednesday is the first by your side, staring at you in awe as he brushes your hair back

He cries when he holds his baby for the first time

I am a firm believer that Wednesday wouldn’t care about the baby’s gender

Anyone can be a serial killer, no matter if they’re a boy or girl

So either would be treated with the utmost respect and love

As would you- you’re still recovering from labor, as well as caring for your beautiful child

So he dotes on the both of you (but would deny it if anyone asked)

He’s the one that gets up with the child in the night, unless he’s so deep in sleep that he could be mistaken for a corpse

And you take care of the child during the day

It’s pretty much an equal split, one that took time to master after many fights and sleepless nights

But aside from those difficulties

There have been many instances of you and Wednesday standing over your baby’s gothic crib, his hand snaked around your waist and your head leaning on his chest as you admire your creation

Or when you’re feeding the baby, and Wednesday just looks on, observing. When you’re finished, he’ll come to calmly take the child from you, take his time to lay them to sleep, and kiss you fiercely while murmuring how incredibly attractive you are

And though sex isn’t an option right then and there, the intimacy between you two is strong

Overall, the experience has brought you closer together and shown just how deep your problem-solving skills and trust with each other truly are

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[macatt4c]

Decided to share a short and sweet post-canon fic of Astarion and my Tav, a nobleborn high-elf bard named Sienna!

TW!!! Pregnancy, Body Image Issues, Shitty Nobility Rules, Angst with Happy Ending!

Fic under the cut <3

“Hells.”

Astarion’s head rose from the novel in his lap to gaze at his wife, who was standing sideways before the tall mirror at the other end of their private chamber. His beloved Sienna had pulled her pale nightdress high enough to reveal the full expanse of her swollen protruding stomach.

“Something the matter, darling?” He asked, flipping the novel close and depositing it onto the side table as he stood from the velvet armchair.

Sienna did not move from her stance, her hand gliding slowly over her belly as she spoke. “Had I always been so… protruding?”

Astarion couldn’t help the chuckle rumbling from his throat. “You are pregnant, my love. Your body is going to change for our little one to grow.” He came to stand at her side. “You knew of this, did you not?”

Sienna sighed, her fingers tracing a stretch mark just below her ribcage. “I know the whole point with pregnancy is that you get bigger because there is a whole person growing inside you. But…” She sighed before finally rolling her dress back to its original knee length. “I wasn’t expecting this.”

Sienna’s words made Astarion frown. He was no stranger to the disdain of one’s own body. Hells, he himself just settled his own personal battle with self image, but that was only thanks to his beloved’s support. So here she was, experiencing something he thought was impossible for them to achieve, and she could only see what she perceived as negative changes to her form. A lasting effect of her noble upbringing, he had no doubt.

“Pregnancy for noblewomen wasn’t seen as a blessing or a gift.” Sienna began to explain, now turning to stare straight into the mirror. “It was our duty, something we are expected to do. Our worth is measured by how many children we can pop out before it kills us.” She let out a chuckle, but Astarion could tell it was forced. “My mother is a prime example of it.”

Ah, yes. The envious world of the nobility. Astarion has had his share of experiences gliding amongst the upper echelons of Baldurian high society. He had seen countless pretty young ladies be married off and then disappear from time to time to bear their husbands’ children. It was a side of this artificially-glittering world he did not pay much mind to, but any person with a brain comprehended the utter bullshit noble ladies had to deal with on a daily basis. But now here he was, married to a noble lady, a noble lady with the same fears and anxieties he once scoffed and rolled his eyes at. It was almost enough to make his barely-beating heart ache.

Cold hands came to hold Sienna’s shoulders as Astarion stood tall behind her. He knew she could not see him, but her just feeling him was enough. His eyes stared forward, intensely at the downcasted eyes of her reflection.

“You of all people should know how foolish such thoughts are, darling.” He spoke. “You have proven time and time again that you are more than just some daughter of a count. You are the hero of Baldur’s Gate and have done more than enough to earn a peaceful life.” He huffed before gently turning her around to face him. “You are worth more to me than just your womb. You are my love, my wife, and soon the mother of my child. You have given more to me than I believe I deserve. You deserve all the love I and our little one will give you. Do you understand, darling?”

There was no missing the tears filling the elf’s gray eyes as she pushed forward to hug him, burying her face in his shoulder. It was somewhat difficult due to the size of her belly, but Astarion didn’t care. He was more than happy to give his beloved wife the love and affection she needed. His words were not empty and honeyed like the ones he used when they first met, no these were words of sincerity and truth. Every syllable was filled with a mere fraction of the love he felt for her. Even after the few years they spent together, it never failed to scare him just how much he loved this woman.

After a few more moments of their silent embrace, Sienna stepped back slightly to gaze at Astarion’s face. “You are so good to me.”

Naturally, Astarion smirked. “Glad of you to take notice. I work far too hard to have such an oblivious wife.”

The snarky response elicited a giggle from Sienna before it was cut off by a jolt from her stomach. Concern filled Astarion’s eyes before Sienna’s smile returned.

“I’m alright.” She assured him. “I believe the baby just kicked me.”

This reply did nothing to relieve the vampire’s concern. “I’m sorry- the baby kicked you?”

Sienna nodded. “It’s called the ‘quickening’ in the motherhood journal I’m reading. The baby has developed legs and is learning to use them. It’s not painful, just… strange, I suppose.” 

Just then, she took Astarion’s hand and pressed it into the underside of her belly. After a few moments, Astarion felt it: a thump against his palm. His eyes widened at the sensation, bright red irises shining in wonder, all while his wife smiled back at him.

“How… How is this possible?” Astarion’s voice didn’t rise above a whisper.

“It is a part of life, dear husband.” She said softly, her free hand coming up to cup his cheek. “A life we created.”

The couple stood there for a few more moments of silence before a yawn would finally rip its way through Sienna. A glance towards the window was enough for her to see it was already late and now would be a great time for both her and the child within her to rest. Astarion wasted no time leading her to the bed and pulling the covers back for her to crawl under. But instead of making his routined exit to hunt for his dinner, the vampire instead slipped into bed beside his wife, his head resting sideways on her belly. 

“Are you not hungry tonight?” Sienna asked with a frown.

Astarion shook his head. “I am, but that can wait. I merely wish to spend some quality time with my child.”

Sienna chuckled and rolled her eyes. “As you wish. But don’t stay too long. I’d hate for you to starve.”

The vampire smiled and brought a hand to rest gently atop her belly. “I promise, my dear. Just a bit longer.”

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[hoedamn-eron]

he found the box of condoms - part 2

You’re telling your parents and Paul about your relationship with your neighbour; who happens to be your best friend’s father.

Warnings: Age gap, but it is appropriate/legal. Some swearing, from a very angry Paul. An awful lot of dialogue. I have never seen nor read Dune (yet), so there may be some inaccuracies (Duke and Paul being OOC, stuff like that), but it's Modern!AU anyway. Slightly proof-read, as per usual. Word count: 2,815 GN!Reader, no use of Y/N.

Finally this is out! This isn't my best work and I was conscious I hadn't actually posted for a while so I wanted to get this out as soon as possible. Apologies to everyone! Also, this may have suddenly turned into a 3-parter.

Part 1 ● Part 3

Your parents were always supportive of you, whatever you wanted to do.

From when you didn’t want to go to college to travel, when you took up those piano lessons before deciding to give them up; they even supported you when you were fifteen and made the bad decision to go to that house party where the police were called. Of course, your parents weren’t exactly happy with the outcome, but they were firm believers that you could make decisions for yourself, whether they were right or wrong. You had always dealt with the consequences of your own actions, you’d always learned from them.

They were never really ‘disappointed’ in you; or if they were, they’d never said it out loud. You were terrified of doing so, since they had been so encouraging of you, and giving you the freedom you had. Now, though, as you prepared to tell them that you were in a relationship with a man twenty years older than you, who happened to be their very good friend, you were terrified they wouldn’t be able to look at you the same. Not that there was anything they could do about it, you were both adults. And it was your relationship.

And really, it was 2022, age gaps in relationships was becoming more the norm. If your parents -

“Is that okay for you, honey?”

Your mother was looking at you with a questioning look on her face, glass of red wine in her hand. You were having dinner with your parents, having decided to let them know about Leto. You and Leto. You and Leto being a couple. Your nerves had kicked in as soon as your mother called everyone into the kitchen to plate up and you had merely picked at your food since, a heavy feeling in your stomach, making you feel nauseous. You just knew your parents were going to flip out over it.

You stare at your mother again as she called your name. Your eyes widened. She was talking about something. What was it?

“Sorry?” you asked, realising you had taken too long to answer.

“You’re going to travel up with me and your dad for Rebecca’s wedding?”

Rebecca was your older cousin. Her and James had been together for five years before they got engaged, before finally deciding to actually plan the wedding two years afterwards. Now your family was treating this wedding like it was the next Royal Wedding, so everyone was going to be there. You were going to sit out, you were never overly close to Rebecca, since she was a few years older than you and you hardly saw her, since she lived a few states away, but your parents were keen for you to join them.

You knew why. Although supportive in your decisions, your parents were still traditional in the sense that they hate to see you ‘on your own’. They were not-so-secretly hoping you would start settling down soon, and thinking about your future, maybe getting married and having a family of your own (they had been mentioning grandchildren a lot recently) but would they still feel the same knowing that you’d been seeing Leto Atreides? Because you hadn’t even thought that far ahead. Of course you really liked Leto, it wasn’t just a passing fling, you’d been together for seven months already.

But surely it was far too early to think about that. You cringe at the thought of having to explain to your parents that you just might not want children. Would Leto even want kids anymore, he’s twenty years older than you? Would he even want to get married? He’d said so himself, after losing Paul’s mother, it took him a long time to even start considering dating again, never mind marriage. And you were only twenty-five, nearing twenty-six, and you didn’t quite have a career yet, you weren’t even remotely thinking about extending your family. Would your parents understand, if you didn’t want children? Regardless of if you wanted them or not, Leto and your father had been friends since Leto moved to the neighbourhood, and you were his child, would your parents even accept that you would even have children with Leto?

You’re getting ahead of yourself. You’re panicking. Your parents haven’t even said anything yet. You need to get a grip.

You’ve taken too long to answer your mother again.

“Do I get a plus one?”

Your mother raises her eyebrows at you as your father stopped eating, also looking at you with a look on his face that you can’t quite distinguish. You looked between your parents with an unsure look on your face before your mother clears her throat and answers, “Unfortunately not, but was there someone you were thinking of asking to come along?”

You didn’t say anything. Couldn’t say anything. Your mouth was open but nothing was coming out. Your parents were staring at you expectedly, not trying to push you but you could see how curious and more worried they became as time went on.

You groaned as you buried your head in your hands, leaning your elbows on the table. This might be easier if you didn’t look at them. “You can’t be mad at me because I’m a grown adult and I’m working with a full-time job and I nearly have enough to move out – “

“Where’s this going?” your dad asks, his usual no-beating-around-the-bush tone.

You swallow thickly. Just tell them. It’s not like you were hooked on drugs or doing God-knows-what at God-knows-what-time (not that you were an adult, like you said. Plucking up the smallest amount of courage you have, you blurt out. “I’mseeingsomeone.”

Your parents stare at you before your mother grinned, your father chuckling and going back to his food. “Oh honey, we know.”

Your mouth falls open as you look between the two. “You…you know?”

“You’re not exactly smooth about it,” said your dad. “You’re sneaking out like you used to do in high school. You don’t have to do that, anymore, you know.”

Was this a joke? Some sort of trick? You felt a cold chill go down your spine, and you were still sweating. They were acting way too calm about it. They’d already gone back to eating, so nonchalant about the whole thing. How long had they known about you and Leto? Why hadn’t they ripped you a new one when they found out? Your dad was ex-military, you were sure he was going to storm over next door, all gung-ho, guns a-blazing.

“So…you’re both okay with it?” you look between both of them, who were both still casually eating their food.

“Why wouldn’t we be okay with it?” your mother asked. “Like you said, you’re an adult and we trust you. You’re being safe though, yeah?”

“Oh God, mom, yes,” you said, feeling your cheeks burning as you avert your eyes.

“Well that’s all we ask for,” she replied, giving you a smile.

“So when do we meet him?”

You look at your dad with wide eyes. “Pardon?”

“Your new boyfriend, when do we get to meet him?”

Oh shit, they didn’t know as much as you thought.

“So you don’t…know who he is, then?”

“Why would we know?” your dad asked.

Your mother suddenly gasped. “Oh my goodness, is it Paul?” your mother laughed. “I always thought you two would be cute together, but you’d always said you were just good friends!”

You were already shaking your head. “N-no, not Paul. He’s got a new girlfriend.”

Oh God, what do you do?

You can’t lie to them, because you’re a terrible liar and they always know when you’re fibbing. They were expecting it to be someone they might know, someone your own age. Oh this was such a bad idea to do this today, you should have waited until you’d moved out. You couldn’t bear to think about the looks your parents would give you until you do.

“If it’s not Paul, then who is it?”

You had almost forgotten what you were doing and your mother’s question made you jump. You looked at your parents, who were looking at you with raised eyebrows. You had obviously taken too long to answer them. Again. You were getting a headache.

“I-I don’t want you guys to be weirded out by it, but I know you will.” You swallowed nervously, your throat suddenly feeling incredibly dry. “Just know that it…I like this guy a lot and it’s becoming a bit more serious – “

“Just tell us who it is, honey,” your mother said, looking at you nervously.

You clear your throat, averting your gaze to your mostly untouched plate of food. It was now or never. “It’s…it’s…uh, it’s – “

“You’re fucking my dad!?”

Paul had fantastic timing.

You hadn’t even heard him come in. You looked over at Paul, who was breathing heavily from his place at the kitchen door, as if he’d ran over here as quick as he could (he probably did). It was as if he couldn’t see your parents, his gaze locked on you, a mix between confusion and anger. Your eyes were wide as he stared at you, his hands curled tightly into fists at his sides, his jaw clenched tightly.

You had seen this expression on Paul before, but you never thought it would have been aimed at you.

“Well?” he demanded through his teeth at your silence.

You didn’t know what to say. You were just staring at him like he’d grown a second head, aware that your parents were looking between the two of you with equally as shocked looks. Your parents were thrown in at the deep end, and not gently told. You know your dad is about to go on the rampage to Leto’s house if you don’t calm the situation down in the next five minutes.

“I was…it just happened, one night, okay, and now we’re – “

“Fucking?”

“Paul!” you snapped, eyeing your parents, who were still looking at you with that shocked expression on their faces (although your dad’s complexion was slowly reddening as his jaw tightened). “Can you calm down?”

Where was Leto?

“Calm down? Calm down?”

“Please.” You stood from your chair, practically pleading, begging Paul to just let you get your side of the story out, for his sake and your parents. Your dad’s breathing was getting heavier and your mother’s mouth was opening and closing, like she couldn’t find the words to say. It was bad. It was worse than you thought it would be. “Just let me explain…”

Paul looked at you expectantly, waving his hand out dramatically, giving you an impatient, “Go ahead.”

You finally looked back at your parents, your mother looking at you with confusion, your father with barely contained fury. You gasped through your teeth, scrambling to calm the situation. “Look, it isn’t just a…we’re serious about each other.”

“Yeah, my dad, who you’re fucking, made it pretty clear how serious you both were.”

“Paul – “ you cut yourself off by closing your eyes tightly and pinching the bridge of your nose. Your headache was getting worse.

“When did this happen?”

Your eyes widened, practically giving yourself whiplash as you turn your head to look at your father, who had seemed to have regulated his breathing. But he still sat stiffly in his seat, his forgotten glass of water gripped hard in his left hand. You stuttered out, “When you and mom were away, seven months ago. Well, nearly eight months ago now.”

“You and…you and Leto?”

You grimaced. “Dad, it’s not as bad as it sounds.”

“No, of course not, it’s just that my very good friend has been sleeping with my kid.”

“Dad!” you snapped, appalled at his wording. “That’s not what it is!”

Paul took a step towards you, his anger flaring up again. “That’s exactly what it is! It’s weird, and sick, and you have no right – “

Your mouth fell open in shock. “No right? No right? I’m an independent, fully grown adult, as is your dad! We can date whoever we want, including each other.”

“Well I’m telling you to stop!”

You scoffed at him, actually even laughing at his sheer entitlement. You knew Paul wouldn’t be happy about the news; he was protective of his father, and of you too. But you didn’t think it would come to this, that Paul would ban you from seeing Leto. You wondered how their conversation went. Did Paul react the same? Did he ban Leto from seeing you? Is that why Leto was still MIA?

You cross you arms over your chest and shake your head at Paul. “You’re unbelievable.”

“I don’t think it’s so unbelievable that I’m asking you to stop dating my dad.”

“We’re both happy, Paul! Why can’t you just be happy for us?”

“Because it’s you, and my dad!” Paul cried, his hands flailing.

“My parents aren’t even making this much of a fuss!”

“That’s still in court,” your dad muttered, your mom giving him a swat on the arm, shushing him before she turned back to you and Paul, watching carefully.

She had yet to say a word.

Paul gave a laugh of disbelief as he ran his hands through his hair, turning away from you, barely able to calm the anger that was burning hot in his chest. “I can’t believe this. I can’t believe this is happening. My best friend. My best friend and my dad! Why? Why is this happening?

You couldn’t answer him, because truly, you still question yourself every day why Leto chose to be with you. You didn’t know why he gave you the chance, why that night happened that seemed so long ago, on the couch that you could actually see from your place in the kitchen. The memories cause your cheeks to warm, your hands to sweat, and you suddenly felt like you need to go and see him. You needed to check if Leto is okay.

You give a light shrug to Paul. “Your dad makes me happy. He’s a great guy, he’s kind and he treats me well.”

Paul rolled his eyes and shook his head. “You’re ridiculous, the both of you. You need to end this, like yesterday.”

“I don’t think you can dictate who I can and can’t be with and love, thank you,” you snapped at him.

The silence that followed was deafening.

That was new. You and Leto had never spoken the ‘L Word’ before. And you hadn’t planned on saying it for the first time shouting at his son in anger because he was disrespecting you and Leto’s relationship.

Because he wasn’t taking you seriously.

Because he didn’t think that you were deserving of Leto.

Because he didn’t think you both should be happy together.

You swallow nervously, averting your gaze from everyone in the room. “I need some air.”

You turn and head towards the front door, ignoring your mother’s calls, the first thing she’s said in ages. You grab the nearest jacket to you, which happens to be your father’s, opening the door before leaving the house, closing the door with a little more force than you meant to.

Slipping the jacket on, you set off walking, not sure where you were going. You should go and check on Leto, something must have happened with Paul since he didn’t come over. Or he was avoiding your parents, because he knew your dad well enough that he would have no qualms in putting Leto in his place (honestly, at this point, Leto would probably let him).

You turn to Leto’s house, walking up the path and quickly knocking on the front door. Your nerves were on fire, and you were already picking at your nails, still not being able to kick that nervous habit you’d had since you were six. You bit your lip as the front door opened, your heart skipping what felt like twenty beats in your chest as Leto’s brown eyes came into view.

You look at Leto, inhaling through your teeth at the beginnings of a black eye growing on his right eye. You reach forward, your body nearly colliding with his as you cup his cheeks in both hands as you look over him. “What happened to you?”

Leto gave a small grin, despite the hurt look in his eyes. “Paul didn’t take my news very well.”

You give a snort of laughter, your gaze finally meeting his. “You’re telling me.”

Leto reached up to wrap his hands around your wrists, bringing them down so he could hold your hands in his. His hands were always so warm, always enveloping yours and making you feel secure, and loved. You gave him another smile but it falters at the look on his face. “What’s the matter?”

Leto gives you a serious look. “We need to talk.”

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[mimisempai]

Story of a trust

Summary

Muriel, whose trust in Heaven has been shaken, tries to understand what true trust is and goes to question Aziraphale about the foundations of the trust he and Crowley share. 

Notes

Through the story of Job and 1941, let's hear Crowley and Aziraphale tell their shared story.

On Ao3

Rating G -  3257 words

"Aziraphale?"

"Hm?" Aziraphale hummed without looking up from the book he was studying on his desk.

"May I ask you a question?"

Muriel had approached the angel's desk, fidgeting, and Aziraphale turned to them.

He replied gently, "I'm listening, go ahead."

A little hesitantly they said, "There, I'm getting the hang of this new concept of trust. I... I mean, up there I was always told to trust God, that whatever was planned was part of the ineffable plan. But now that I'm kind of starting to open my eyes, I realize that this blind trust has its limits, and I'm wondering about it."

Aziraphale interrupted with a gentle chuckle, "You beat me to it. But forgive me for interrupting, go on."

Muriel continued, "Well, I trust you and Crowley, as well as Maggie and Nina, and it didn't take me long to see how absolute the trust you and Crowley have in each other is. And I was wondering, since when and... how did you know?"

Aziraphale raised an eyebrow and asked, "Know what?"

"That you could trust Crowley and when did you know for sure."

"Ah..." Aziraphale nodded knowingly.

Then he stood up and said, "We're going to need a cup of tea for this, because this is going to take a while."

He went to prepare two cups, put a spoonful of honey in one of them, because he'd noticed that Muriel particularly liked it, and then returned to the other angel.

He handed them their cup and motioned for them to sit on the sofa while he sat in his armchair across from them.

He smiled with amusement as he saw the attentive look on Muriel's face and began to tell his story, "It all began when I appeared on earth to stop that terrible demon who was going to kill Job's goats. No one had prepared me for the upheaval my life would undergo that day. God and Satan had this bet regarding Job."

"And it so happened that Crowley, then called Crawley, was given permission to destroy everything that belonged to Job, including his goats. I saw him kill the goats to show me that he had God's permission. Or so I thought."

"So when I learned that Job's children would be killed and replaced by seven new ones if he remained faithful to God, I decided to return to earth to stop Crawley from doing it. And even though I had seen him kill the goats, I couldn't believe he was capable of it. I wanted him to tell me to my face."

"Then... Then tell me you want to do this. You look me in the eye and tell me."

The demon slowly took off his glasses, brought his face close to the angel's, and said, "I do. I long to destroy the blameless children of blameless Job, just as I destroyed his blameless goats." 

Aziraphale swallowed and remained silent for a few moments before replying, dejected "Then God forgive you."

He began to walk away from the demon when he suddenly heard a bleating sound. He looked around and saw only crows. Another bleating sound came from the crows. And gradually all the birds began to bleat.

Aziraphale waved his hand, and suddenly all the birds turned into goats, and the angel was absolutely delighted to have been right and to have kept his faith to the end.

"He didn't kill them! I knew it, Crowley is kind. I've known it all along. Even when he tried to be grumpy with me. Nobody ever realized how lonely I was up there before him."

Aziraphale was amused at the passion with which Muriel spoke of Crowley, and also a little moved because he saw so much of himself in them.

He nodded and said softly, "He has this talent for finding lonely, strange angels and helping them see what they really want."

Muriel took a sip of tea and asked eagerly, "So that's when you knew? That you could trust him?"

Azirphale replied, "Well, let's just say that was the foundation stone. Then there was Job's house burning down."

"Oh!" exclaimed Muriel, "Tell me about that!"

Aziraphale took another sip of tea in preparation for the story to come.

"Ready?" 

The demon swung his arms and everything around them began to burn.

Aziraphale exclaimed, "But... you said you wouldn't." 

Swinging his arms the other way, Crawley retorted", "I'm a demon. I lied. Ah!" 

One of the children asked, "Can't you save us?" 

Aziraphale replied, "I'm afraid not. He has a permit, you see."

Then, realizing something, he said, "But... be not afraid." Then, looking at the demon, he continued, "You're perfectly safe. "

The demon swung his hands back and asked, "Are you sure, Angel?"

This time it was the angel who brought his face close to the demon's as he replied in a firm voice, "Yes. Quite sure."

"Oh, so that's how you knew? You knew deep down that nothing was going to happen to you, didn't you?"

Muriel had this little way of summing up the situation, and Aziraphale could only nod.

The angel continued, "And in all this time, you never doubted?"

Aziraphale answered immediately, "Not once."

"Really? Not once? Not even after the way we parted in 1865?"

Aziraphale turned his head sharply to see Crowley coming toward him, a slight smile on his lips.

"Have you...have you been listening long?" the angel asked him.

Crowley replied, sitting on the arm of Aziraphale's armchair, "Since... I killed the goats I didn't kill," he winked at Muriel, who hid  their laughter behind their cup.

Then, resting his arm nonchalantly on the back of the armchair, he continued, "So you didn't answer my question, angel."

Aziraphale leaned against him and replied, "Even after that, I hadn't lost faith in you, but 1941 sealed it forever, my dear."

Crowley chuckled softly, "Aahh...1941...magic, zombies..."

Muriel interrupted, asking again eagerly, "What happened?"

Aziraphale smiled mischievously and replied, "I'll let the demon tell you the beginning of that story."

Crowley, still sitting on the armrest, leaned forward and in a mysterious voice began to recount the events, "That night the bombs were raining down on London and this angel next to me had found nothing better than to meet Nazis in a church to get them books for the Fuhrer. Of course, he wanted to be a hero and had planned to trap them, but it backfired. Until his savior, me, came along."

Aziraphale scoffed, but Crowley was unfazed and continued his story, “To make a long story short, I had anticipated this. A shell redirected itself at the church, and thanks to a small miracle, and thanks to me, there was nothing left but a pile of rubble and a few Nazis underneath.”

"Look, you two, house burned down, church blown up... I don't know if I'm doing the right thing staying with you," Muriel interrupted.

Crowley nudged the angel's shoulder and said in an amused tone, "Told you they were getting cheeky, that little bee. Anyway, after that..."

Aziraphale stopped him and said, "I think it's best if I tell the rest. Otherwise, I'm afraid you'll be giving yourself the good part all along."

Crowley protested, "Because I've had the good part all along."

"Idiot."

"Next, please."

They couldn't help laughing at Muriel's serious yet eager expression, then Aziraphale continued the story of that evening.

Aziraphale stood up in the midst of the rubble of the blasted church and removed his hat, which he held to his chest as Crowley cleaned his glasses.

Aziraphale was more shocked that Crowley had come to save his neck than that the church had exploded.

He said quietly, "That was very kind of you." 

Of course, Crowley immediately replied, "Shut up."

But Aziraphale used a different way of thanking him: "Well... It was. No paperwork for us." 

Just talking about paperwork made him think of his books, so he exclaimed, "Oh, the books. Oh..." 

He looked around and saw nothing but rubble and Nazi bodies under the gravel.

He continued in dismay, "I forgot all the books. Oh, they'll all be blown to..."

He didn't notice Crowley bending down to pick something up as the demon suddenly handed him his book bag, saying softly, "Little demonic miracle of mine." 

Then he began to walk away, completely oblivious to the angel's state of mind as he added, "Lift home?"

Aziraphale was still frozen in the rubble. So many thoughts raced through his mind.

Crowley had come to his rescue.

Crowley had saved him.

Crowley had even saved his books.

But the information he found hardest to analyze clearly was the emotion he felt about all of it.

"Oh, really, Angel? Just for a few books salvaged from the rubble?"

Aziraphale tapped him on the knee and retorted, "If you're here to make fun, there's no point in staying!" 

Crowley pressed a quick kiss to his hair and replied softly, "No, I'm not making fun, I just didn't realize, that's all."

Aziraphale replied, "Oh, I noticed, the way you sent me packing in the car."

They had been driving in silence through the blazing streets for a few moments when Aziraphale, book bag on his lap, gave him a sidelong glance before tentatively saying, "You know...that was a very nice thing you did for me."

Crowley, of course, immediately replied by turning his head and telling him to shut up.

But Aziraphale wasn't in the mood to let go tonight, so he gently insisted as he looked at Crowley, "There must be something I can do for you in return."

The demon's eyes never left the road as he replied, "Forget it, will you?"

But Aziraphale would not and could not forget.

The demon's actions had ignited something in him that he didn't know how to extinguish.

Did he even want to?

"Wow, so grumpy!"

Aziraphale couldn't help but laugh at Muriel's spontaneous reaction, while Crowley protested, "Hey, you're getting too cheeky!"

"Well, my dear, it reminds me of someone just as cheeky..."

Crowley grumbled, "I see you're ganging up on me. Let's get on with the story. For you see, Muriel, Aziraphale has finally returned the favor. Unexpectedly, in a funny, slightly frightening way, but..."

"Hey!" Aziraphale protested, "I was the one at gunpoint, and you were the one holding the rifle!"

Muriel coughed, reminding them that they were still here.

They turned to face them and Crowley continued, "So, after I made a mistake in the delivery, Aziraphale offered to help me compensate my... customer."

The owner of the West End Theater was furious and showed it, "And to top it all off, tonight's magician has just been arrested as a deserter. I'm f..."

"Erm, I wonder if I might be able to help you out on behalf of my...erm,"

Crowley turned in surprise to Aziraphale, who had just intervened. He raised an eyebrow and waited for the angel to finish his sentence. 

Aziraphale gave him a strange, furtive look before continuing, "Good friend here," and followed directly with the next part, "I am no stranger to the art of prestidigitation."

As he said this, he waved a handkerchief from his pocket.

To say that Crowley was surprised would have been an understatement. The angel who had spoken of fraternization the last time they'd met was now calling him his friend. That was far more shocking than the fact that he was offering to help him.

"Did you find that shocking?" Aziraphale interrupted, "But Crowley, you had just saved my life, saved my books. I was proceeding with all that myself, but what was certain was that I could no longer settle for fraternization. At the time it seemed the most appropriate word. Even if I was surprised myself. Like in the bookshop a little later".

As for Muriel, they watched in fascination as the angel and the demon took turns telling their shared history.

"Cheers for getting me off the hook."

Crowley leaned against one of the bookshop columns as Aziraphale replied animatedly, "Oh, no need to thank me, that's what..."

He stopped in mid-sentence, realizing what he was about to say. Crowley and he exchanged a strange look, then the angel continued in a more timid voice, "Friends are for..." 

It was the second time tonight he'd used that term in reference to Crowley, and Aziraphale wasn't sure what to make of his feelings as he said it. He had a deep sense that something was shifting in their relationship, but he didn't know what. Maybe he wasn't even sure he wanted to know.

But for now, he had to prepare his trick for the theater.

"And what a trick!" Crowley leaned toward Muriel and continued, "My little bee, if this troublemaker ever offers you a chance to participate in a magic act, say no. Don't even think about it. Just say no."

"Crowley!" Aziraphale protested, "I remind you that it was you who pushed me to think bigger!"

Crowley chuckled softly, "Ah, well, to see bigger, you saw bigger!"

Aziraphale smiled as he recalled the events and said, "You see, Muriel, we went to the store now run by Mutt to find the trick that would wow the audience at the West End Theater. And I found it."

Despite Crowley's sneer, Aziraphale looked serious as he continued the story for Muriel, looking at the demon: "Muriel, you will now learn the core of my trust in Crowley. I had my sights set on a rifle trick. Someone would shoot at me and I would catch the bullet in my teeth. The perfect magic trick for the theater. But Will Goldstone, the owner, wasn't too keen and tried to stop me from doing the trick.

"You don't understand, look." The seller pulled out a box from under his counter and rummaged through it for a few seconds, "Where are we?"

He pulled out a small booklet describing the trick and showed it to Aziraphale, " Here you need nerves of steel. And a hand as steady as the Rock of Gibraltar."

Aziraphale, bolstered by his newfound confidence, replied, "Well, I have those."

The seller waved away a slightly pushy customer before continuing, "You're going to need a hundred percent reliable marksman. Someone you can really trust. Otherwise, it's lethal." 

It took Aziraphale less than a second to answer because he didn't have to think. The one person he'd trusted absolutely since the beginning of time was standing right next to him. 

Looking up at Crowley, he replied, "Oh, I have the perfect man for the job."

Seeing that the demon had no idea he was talking about him, Aziraphale added, "At least I think I have..."

Crowley, finally catching on, looked at him in complete surprise. But Aziraphale was completely sure of himself. 

He knew he could put his life in the demon's hands without fear. Ever since the day they had been surrounded by flames in Job's house.

"Oh wow," Muriel murmured. "Is that what this is? This conviction."

"I didn't have that conviction," the demon muttered. "Certainly not when our magic wasn't working and I had to point the gun at you when I'd never used one in my life."

"How did you do it?" asked Muriel, their eyes shining.

Crowley looked at Aziraphale and said very softly, "He told me to trust him."

Aziraphale replied, "And you did."

"Even though I was scared to death," the demon retorted.

"Are you ready, sir?" 

Aziraphale was face to face with Crowley, and they were only a few feet apart, so he continued, "When you hear my signal, sir, shoot."

There was a drum roll, and as Aziraphale took off his hat, Crowley shook his head and grimaced. He didn't feel it at all. 

But Aziraphale mouthed to him, "Trust me.

Then he said aloud to the audience, "Ready?" 

Crowley wasn't ready. Not ready at all to have the Angel in his line of fire.

Aziraphale continued this madness and yelled, "Aim."

Crowley raised his rifle and saw it, in the sights.

The Angel's face. So trusting.

His finger trembled on the trigger as his head echoed, "Trust me, trust me, trust me."

Aziraphale shouted, "Fire!"

Crowley shot through clenched teeth, fear in his heart.

"The bullet hit the backstage wall and..."

Aziraphale interrupted Crowley and continued, "After that, all I had to do was show the bullet I had in my teeth. People didn't bat an eye, and after a little run-in with the zombies and a vengeful demon, we ended the evening here having a drink. All's well that ends well."

"Well, it could have ended better," the demon muttered.

Aziraphale looked at him quizzically, "What do you mean?"

"I wish I had stayed longer that night."

The angel replied, "Are you kidding me? I'm the one who wanted you to stay."

"Why didn't you ask?"

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"I had just found out what you meant to me, how could I..."

"And I had just found out how much you trusted me!"

Aziraphal asked, "Are we arguing about something from the past that we can't change?"

Crowley, still sitting on the arm of the angel's armchair, chuckled slightly, "I think so."

They both laughed lightly, then the demon added, "Tell me, if I had stayed that night, what would you have done?"

Aziraphale grabbed Crowley's hand and intertwined their fingers before replying, "I'd like to tell you I would have done something like that, but I know I never would have had the guts, or probably even the idea. But what about you? If you had stayed, what would you have done?"

Crowley turned a little more toward the angel, then raised his hand, brushing the angel's hair back, letting his hand linger on the nape of his neck, and said softly, "I wish I could tell you I would have done something like that..." 

He leaned toward the angel's face and, closing the distance between them, pressed his lips to his in a soft kiss before pulling away slightly and continuing, "or something like that, but I don't know if I would have had the courage."

He turned all the way to face the angel before sliding off the armrest to sit on Aziraphale's lap. The angel laughed slightly as he wrapped his arms around the demon's waist before saying, "At least now we can do this." 

Crowley, meanwhile, wound his arms around the angel's neck and replied, "Because now we know."

Aziraphale asked softly, "We know what?"

Crowley smiled before answering, "We know what we are to each other, so I know I can do this."

He snuggled a little closer to the angel before continuing, "Without fear of not being welcome."

"Always," Aziraphale replied softly before wrapping his arms around him and pressing a tender kiss to the demon's forehead.

Both in their own world, they hadn't noticed that Muriel was long gone.

When they'd started arguing, the little bee had known it was time for them to go. 

But they were content, for they had understood perfectly the nature of the absolute trust between Aziraphale and Crowley.

It was love.

A trust founded on love.

Unwavering.

Happy with their new discovery and the fact that they'd witnessed it, Muriel thought it deserved a reward. 

So they hopped over to Nina's coffee shop, where they were sure she'd make them the best hot chocolate.

A hot chocolate as sweet as a certain angel and a certain demon, among whom life was decidedly good.

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

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[fawtyy]

a helping hand

izana kurokawa x female! reader x virgin! kakucho

warnings: language, sexual acts, oral, threesome (?), degradation/ praising

summary: Kakucho confides in Izana about still being a virgin, and Izana offers to help his dear friend out

•••

Izana placed his cup down, looking at Kakucho as he, the man he’s known since they were children, avoided his eyes. “You’re lying.”

“I didn’t tell you that just for to tell me I’m lying.”

“Well it’s quite a shock, Kakucho. A man of your style and class shouldn’t still be a virgin-“

“Keep your voice down!” Some other people sitting in the diner glanced at them before returning to their own conversations. Kakucho sighed, placing his head in his hands. “I told you that in confidence.”

Izana nodded, taking another sip of his coffee. “I understand that, but you’re twenty four years old. It’s just not something I was expecting.” Kakucho rolled his eyes, taking a sip out of his own cup, Izana narrowing his eyes. “I just don’t get it. We’ve been to clubs countless times, you even go with the Haitanis. You’ve never been with women from there?”

Kakucho sighed, leaning his head on his hand. “Sometimes I follow them to a back room but then I get nervous and just leave out the back of the building. I try to see if drinking will help my confidence but I just suck at talking to women.”

Izana raised a brow. “You talk to y/n just fine.”

Kakucho slightly laughed. “Yeah, well, y/n is different. It feels a lot easier with her.” Kakucho looked up, eyes widening when he seen Izana’s blank face. “Because she’s such a good friend, and your fiancé, of course.”

Izana smirked, drinking the last bit of his coffee. “Your damn right.”

Later that night, Izana returned home to find you setting the table for dinner. He smiled, walking behind you to snake his arms around your waist. You giggle, continuing to set the plates down. “Well hello, honey. How was your day with Kakucho?”

Izana let out a sigh of content, taking his hand and turning your head to place his lips on yours. The kiss wasn’t long or heated, just sweet and short, ending with both of you smiling. “I found out l, the craziest thing today.”

Izana sat on one end of the table as you sat on the other, nodding as you wiped your mouth. “Oh yeah, I knew that.”

“What? You knew and you didn’t come to me?”

You continued eating your food, giving Izana an amused look. “‘Zana, sometimes people don’t like to tell you things because you have a very big mouth.”

Izana rolled his eyes, taking a sip of his wine. “That’s not true, I keep plenty of secrets. I’ve kept plenty of yours.” The blank look you gave him caused him to quickly cast his eyes down.

“Ran can only act so surprised when I tell him things.” Izana rolled his eyes, reminding himself to talk to Ran later. “Besides, I was the one who told Kakucho to tell you. Maybe you can give him some advice or help him.”

“Advice? How do help someone with that?”

Picking up his plate, you kissed his cheek with a smile. “I’m sure you can figure something out.”

Izana watched as you walked into the kitchen, the way your tank top hugged your breasts and showed how the curves went down to your waist, your shorts hugging your ass. “I bet I can…”

“What was that?”

“Nothing! Let me help with those dishes.”

A week later, Kakucho took a deep breath, knocking on Izana’s front door. The door was quickly opened, Izana standing there with a large smile. “Kakucho! Come on in.”

Kakucho offered a smile, sliding into the home he’s been invited to so much. He turned around as Izana shut the door. “I brought some wine, as a thank you.”

Izana grinned, grabbing the wine. “Thank you, Kakucho. This is one of y/n’s favorites.”

They walked into the kitchen, seeing food set up all over the table, as well as plates and silverware. “Wow, y/n really outdid herself tonight.”

“She always does. She just finishing up getting ready, go ahead and take a seat.”

They made small talk as you sat in your bedroom, the vanity lights lit up as you finished your makeup. Izana came to you with his big idea a few days though it didn’t take much convincing. You were very willing to help Kakucho out, which made Izana very happy.

Izana slightly smirked as he heard the bedroom door shut. Kakucho looked up, his eyes immediately widening as you walked from behind the corner. He watched as you walked behind Izana’s chair, your manicured nails sliding down his chest. The tight, short, lacy dress your wore only came down to just above your mid thigh. The dress was strapless and the cleavage definitely made your breasts stand out.

“Sorry it took me so long, I couldn’t find the right shade of lipstick. Kaku, how are you?” Kakucho watched as you sat in the middle of the two men, leaning on the table so your breasts were basically sitting there. “Kaku?”

“I-I’m good! How are you, y/n? You look incredible.”

You gave him a smile, turning your head to wink at Izana. “I’m great, thank you. Let’s eat!”

Izana made yours and his plates, Kakucho making his own. Once everyone was ready, you all said your thanks before eating. You remained quiet while Izana and Kakucho made small talk. Izana slightly nudged your fork, causing your hand to let go of your fork. “Oh no, let me get that!”

You quickly got under the table, on your hands and knees, crawling towards Kakucho. The fork was right beside his foot. You took your hand, running it up and down his calf before sliding it up to his thigh.

Kakucho jerked, not expecting you to touch him. Izana raised a brow, a smile playing on his lips. “Are you okay?”

Kakucho lowered his eyes, seeing you leaning your cheek against his knee, a pout playing on your lips. “Yeah I’m good.”

You went back to your seat before getting up to get a new fork. Izana leaned forward on his hands, voice stopping you. “Honey, can you go ahead and take our plates? Kakucho and I are going to talk.”

With a smile, you began to pick up the dishes. “Of course.”

Izana got up, beckoning Kakucho to follow him. He became nervous, knowing there’s no way Izana didn’t know what was going on underneath the table. One thing everyone knew about Izana, he was obsessed with you. He’s killed for you many times, all men that have tried to come close to you.

Izana poured himself and Kakucho a drink, handing him the glass. “We’ve been friends for a long time, Kakucho.”

Kakucho sipped the drink, slightly nodding. “That we have.”

Izana smiled, sensing his nervousness. “I seen what happened with y/n.”

“Izana, I swear, I don’t know why she did that! We’ve never done anything like that, or touched eachother like that-“

“She did it because I told her to.”

Silence. That’s all you heard as you put dishes up, getting ready to walk to them. Kakucho just stared at Izana, his face blank though he was beyond confused. “You did what?”

Izana laughed, setting his drink down as you walked in and leaned against the wall. “I told her to! We decided to help you with your problem.”

“Problem? What problem?” Izana raised his brows with a knowing smile. “Oh you son of a bitch! My virginity?!”

“What better person to take than y/n? You’ve known her just as long as I have, so you wouldn’t be awkward.”

“Have you lost your mind?! That’s your fiancé!” Izana laughed again, throwing his drink back as you walked into the room. Kakucho looked at you before looking back at Izana. “How dare you do that to her! I bet you conned her into this, she wouldn’t do that! Y/n, I don’t want you to-“

Kakucho was shut up when you placed your lips on his, giving him a simple yet deep kiss. Pulling away, he stared at you with wide eyes, your hand sliding from the side of his face. “I really don’t mind helping you out Kakucho. I’d actually feel honored.”

Kakucho gave Izana a look, hating the way he was smiling. Picking up his drink, he downed it before looking back at you, nodding quickly.

Smiling, you pulled him to yours and Izana’s bedroom, Izana slowly following behind. “I’ll wait here.” Rolling your eyes, you grabbed his hand and pulled him in as well.

Izana took a seat in a chair as Kakucho stood near the bed. He was beyond nervous for the events that were about to take place. Walking closer to him, you began to unbuckle his belt as he took deep breaths. “Don’t be nervous, I’ll be nice to you.”

Letting the belt and his pants fall to the floor, you began to unbutton his shirt, pulling it off his shoulders. Your nails raked his naked torso, causing Kakucho to shiver. Looking down, you smiled as you seen how hard he already was. Your hands trailed down to the waistband of his boxers, beginning to pull it down.

His cock sprang out, standing at full height. Kakucho nervously coughed as you stared at it. Taking the top of your nail, you slid it down his cock, Kakucho gasping at the feeling. “Go ahead and sit down.”

Izana chuckled at how quickly Kakucho followed your instructions, sitting like a good boy. Running your fingers through his hair, you looked down at him with a smile, moving your hand to caress his face. “You take orders so well, better than someone I know.”

“Hey!”

Dropping to your knees, you looked up at Kakucho, eyes wide and innocent as he shivered under your stare. Taking his cock into your hands, you begin to lightly kiss around it, licking the thick vein that ran up it. You could see him clutching the sheets, breathing already picking up. Taking a deep breath, you fit as much of him as you could into your mouth, his length running down your throat.

A loud gasp came from Kakuchos lips, leaning back and gripping the sheets. Relaxing your throat, you began to bob your head, hand moving with what couldn’t fit. Lifting his head, Kakucho looked at Izana, who couldn’t look away from you. Looking down, he almost came from how beautiful you looked with him in your mouth.

Pulling off, you ran your tongue up his cock, swirling his tip around before laying your head on his thigh. You slowly moved your hand up and down his cock, smiling from how much he was enjoying it. “You wanna cum?”

He frantically nodded, causing you to smile widely. Sitting up, you took him in like you’d, except your other hand began to play with balls, causing him to let out a loud moan. It only took a minute before he came in your mouth, head thrown back and heavily breathing.

Pulling off of him, he looked at you to watch you swallow his cum, eyes widening from the action. “Oh god.”

Pulling the straps of your dress off, it fell to the ground, revealing no bra, nor panties. Kakucho couldn’t tear his eyes away, basically watering at the mouth. He could also feel himself immediately grow hard again. As you walked towards him, you smiled. “Just lay back, I’ll do all the work.”

As you went to push his shoulder, he grabbed your hand, stopping you. “I wanna pleasure you.”

Lips slightly patting, you look back at Izana, not wanting to go against his plan. He was smiling, eyes narrowed as he gave you a nod, Kakucho immediately pulling you to the bed. He ignored the gasp of surprise, going on top of you. He started to kiss down your neck, finding your pulse point, sucking and pulling at the skin around it.

Your moans and whimpers made Izana pull his chair up closer to the bed, admiring your pretty face. He loved the way your face showed your pleasure, wanting to do nothing more than kiss it over and over again. Quickly reminding himself this was for Kakucho, he sat back in his seat, admiring how beautiful you were.

Kakucho began to kiss down your body, stopping and grabbing both of your hands in one of his big ones, holding them above your head and continuing. Getting to your chest, he began to kiss around your breast before taking your nipple into his mouth, glancing up at you when the moan ripped through your lips. He pushed your back when you fought against them, showing the other nipple the same attention.

Letting the second one go with a pop, he licked down from between your breast to your naval, letting go of your hands as he kissed just below it. He looked down, slightly blowing on your pussy, loving the way your thighs jerked at the sensation. Locking his arms around your thighs, he got in the perfect position before looking back up at you. “Can I?”

You looked at Izana once again, his hand petting the hair away from your face. “Whatever you want baby.” Looking back at Kakucho, you didn’t even get the chance to fully nod before he went to town. Your body jerked from the way Kakucho used his mouth. You were beginning to second guess his virginity.

Kakucho licked a long stride, pulling your lips apart and quickly finding your bud, taking it into his mouth. His fingers circled around your hole before he shoved two in, scissoring them before setting a pace. He swirled his tongue around the bud, moving it to lick around it.

Adding a third finger, you were quick to come undone. The moaning and the gasping only got louder as his pace quickened, one more push and you had came all over his face. He was quick to pick up any left over, while your body pulsated everytime he went over your clit. Getting up from his position, he watched as you were breathing heavy. Moving his eyes, he seen how Izana just watched with a soft smile, seeming to look proud of what had happened. Kakucho knew this would probably never happen again.

He also knew he would never be able to find the love that you and Izana shared.

Snapping out of his gaze, he realized Izana was handing him a condom. “You just gonna keep her waiting?” He wasn’t sure what sick pleasure Izana gained from this, but he didn’t care. Loosing his virginity, to you of all women, was a dram come true.

Looking back down at you, he seen your pleading eyes, immediately ripping the condom open. His hands shook from the nerves of loosing his virginity. Taking the condom out, he slid it over the length of his cock. Fisting it, he rubbed the tip between your folds, you breath catching at the feeling. Even though the condom was there, it was so thin that he felt everything. His cock slipping into your hole, carefully, was a first feeling he would never get back.

Your eyes were wide, mouth gaping. Izana had length, but Kakucho had that and girth. You felt so full, and he wasn’t even done putting it in. Once he finally bottomed out, Izana felt it. He thought he would be fine with this, allowing his friend to touch you in such ways. To use your body to his pleasure. But looking down your body, right below your belly button. He could see just how far Kakucho was inside you and he felt it.

The jealousy.

Kakucho pulled slightly out before pushing right back in, both you and him getting used to the feeling. “Fuck Kakucho, ple-please go faster.”

That set off the fire in him. His hips carefully picked up speed, Kakucho leaning down and gripping your thighs, pulling your legs over his shoulders. Izana sat back and watched the scene. Your hips had started slapping Kakucho thighs everytime he pulled you in. Your moaning and his grunting filled the room.

You could feel yourself coming undone, and Kakucho wasn’t far behind. Bending your legs to your chest, Kakucho started going even faster. The new position was allowing him to hit more spots than ever. Your eyes had rolled back, and that feeling hit you. “Cumming cumming! Oh god I’m cumming!”

With one final snap of his hips, Kakucho came into the condom, that was buried deep in your pussy. You ended up squirting all over his lower abdomen, something that he enjoyed.

Izana smiled at the sight. Kakucho was hunched over you, head laying on your chest as his breathing was erratic. You laid back on the pillow, calming yourself down before looking at Izana with a smile. He leaned over, giving you a kiss. “Good job baby.”

You both looked down at Kakucho, who was passed out on top of you, still inside of you. Izana sighed, looking at you. “God, now we have to clean him up.”

“This was your idea, you can’t be a bad friend now.”

Kakucho woke up the next day, sunlight streaming through the window. His mind was groggy, groaning as he sat up. He was in the guest bedroom of yours and Izana’s home, a t-shirt and some underwear on. Becoming more aware, his eyes widened as he remembered last night events.

Jumping up, he seen his clothes neatly folded. Grabbing them, he quietly left the room, making a beeline for the front door. “Kakucho?” Jumping from your voice, he looked and seen you smiling in the dining room, Izana sitting down as he ate. “I was wondering when you would wake up. Breakfast is ready.”

Gulping, he politely smile. “I couldn’t possibly, I feel as though I’ve overstayed my welcome already.”

“Overstayed? Kakucho please, you might as well move in now!” Izana didn’t look at him while he spoke, but he knew that smirk was there on his face. You rolled your eyes, smacking Izana’s head as you walked towards Kakucho.

“Please join us for breakfast before you and ‘Zana go to work. You deserve it.” As you spoke, you took the clothes he was holding, setting them on the couch and guiding him to the table. Sitting him down, you made him a plate before grabbing your own, sitting with the two men. “How are you feeling Kakucho?”

Coughing slightly, he nodded, pouring himself some coffee. “I feel really good, thank you y/n. And thank you Izana, for allowing such in your home.”

Izana snorted, eating his food. “At least you’re not a virgin anymore. And you lost it to best damn woman there is. I consider it a win.”

You rolled your eyes, eating your food. “What did you win? You just sat there the whole time, Kakucho did all the work.”

Izana scoffed, starting his remark while Kakucho happily ate his food. ‘I’m not a virgin.’

#kakucho hitto #kakucho x reader #tokyo rev x y/n #tokyo revengers #reader insert #tokyorev x reader #fanfic #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo rev x reader #tenjiku #izana sano #izana x you #izana x reader #kakucho x y/n #kakucho smut

[newtonsheffield]

Hi, Molly! Could you share your favorite Kate and/or Anthony scenes from season 2? And what are your thoughts on not showing their wedding? Were you happy with the epilogue?

My favourite Kate and Anthony scenes from season 2? Okay

If you want a more thorough review of Season 2 I really would recommend watching my Tea and the Ton Videos, yeah, they're long and you have to put up with my bad jokes and me calling a man we've never seen Dilf Daddy Sharma, but I also burst into tears randomly and stab myself in the eye while doing some bee themed makeup so... Ya know. And each episode gets a discussion of about an hour and a half

But my favourite scenes are in no particular order

Kate listening to Anthony talking about being a man of action and realising she feels a kinship with what he's saying. I also love the moment after Kate's spoken to Lady Danbury and you can see Kate slip back into her mask before she rejoins the party. I think in that moment we see, just for a second how lonely Kate really is. And it's very different from the face she shows everyone else

Pall Mall. I love seeing Kate and Anthony be themselves, I love her getting to tease him, and Anthony relaxing a little bit and their stupid little giggles when they fall in the mud are so cute. And I like that Kate's almost disappointed when Anthony just abandons their game because she was actually enjoying herself with him.

Hearts and Flowers. I love the slow motion, I love the tension, I love the moment they realise this isn't something they can really ignore anymore. I love that Kate wants to dance with Anthony, but she also doesn't because she's afraid to let herself know what that feels like and Anthony's the same way. He wants to ask her to dance, but he's afraid of what he'll do because every time he's close to her it's so hard to control himself. And I love the scene afterwards where you can tell in that moment Kate does hate Anthony. Because if it wasn't for him the job she came to England to do would be so much easier. She wouldn't have to worry about the fact that her heart feels like it's going to pound out of her chest every time she's around him.

I know, I know this is a really sad scene But I like the scene where Kate tells Anthony to marry Edwina. Purely because you can see their true characters. You can see that Kate's taught herself to push down every feeling she's ever had and she believes that she can repress whatever she's feeling for him. She can. Because she has to. And you also see that Anthony would do anything she asked him to do. Even if what she wants is the opposite of what he wants.

I don't think I need to mention that the Gazebo Scene is in here. Both of them letting themselves go and being stupid sluts. Perfection.

When Anthony B bares his whole entire soul I almost forget what a dumb fuckboi he truly is and when he cries over Kate being okay: Honey, you're perfect, never change.

The epilogue is three minutes of cinematic perfection. I love how stupidly happy they are. I do. I love it They wanna stay in bed and fuck all day: as they should. And they absolutely do not let the fact that there are actual children watching stop them from sticking their tongues down each other's throats. Perfect. No notes.

Also we know I love the Kate and mary scene. I write an entire essay on it.

#bridgerton season 2 #kathony #anthony x kate #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony bridgerton #molly’s asks and answers

[sailorsenshishitposter]

Trish x Reader

You had recently been going out with a friend of a mutual friend. Her name was Trish and you found out that she lived a lavish lifestyle that she sustained while working as a dominatrix. You had no issues with that and only wondered why she chose to date someone as lame as you. Tonight was special because she was going to introduce you to her infant son. You always wanted to have a family so you were ecstatic and couldn't wait to meet the young boy.

"All right, we're here. I'll be back in a minute." she said as she winked. You were waiting outside of the local day care while sitting inside her luxury car. You weren't sure how you got so lucky but you only hoped it would stay like this. You saw you girlfriend return only to be greeted with a strange man.

"Hey babe, this is my son I told you about. He's two days old but he has a bit of a growth problem so he looks a lot older than he really is. The doctors aren't sure why he's going through puberty so young but I love him just as he is. His name is Vergil but he particularly likes it when you call him V." She introduced you and you stared dumbfounded while she ruffled his hair and placed her son in the booster seat (you swore she must be a witch because there was no way you could get a lanky drifter into a children's car seat.

"How was daycare sweetheart?" The man's face grew uncomfortable and his eyes shifted downward. "Did you make any new friends?" He cringed in disgust. "I don't need friends momma, I have Shadow, Griffon and Nightmare." For someone that was supposedly a baby he could speak remarkably well for his age. "Honey, it's fine to have imaginary friends but you should try to make real ones too." Her son got defensive. "THEY ARE REAL MOMMA, I SAW THEM!"

"Alright..., is there anything you would like for dinner?" V crossed his arms. "Fried chicken." She drove the three of you to her home which happened to be a large mansion. You weren't sure if this or seeing her son was more shocking. Trish ordered takeout and you grabbed some crayons and watched V draw. "This is Griffon, he's a birdie. That's Shadow, she's a kitty cat and that's Nightmare. I don't know what he is but he visits me in my dreams and I wake up screaming every night." You were mortified. "Why don't we go watch a movie instead?"

The boy quickly popped in ones if his favorites, mumbling something about it being a classic. A Clockwork Orange. You had never seen this movie but you were desperate to get away from those drawings. Only a few minutes into the movie and you had shut it off. Your face was pale. "Does your mother really let you watch such things...?" V proudly lifted his head. "Of course! Mommy says I'm very mature for my age." Before you could protest Trish had finally came by with the food.

You were now in the dining hall. You noticed that V had taken his napkin and had fastened it to his neck in an attempt to make a bib perhaps? Maybe an ascot? Either way it was ridiculous. You were talking with Trish when you heard glass shatter. "V what did I tell you?" You know noticed that the boy had replaced his knife with a large sword. "I'm sorry momma. I was just trying to make smaller bites." Trish sighed. "Its alright little one. You know the rules though, no using Force Edge at the table." She went to the kitchen and returned with a samurai sword. "Use this. It will be much easier on your wrists."

You were now helping with the dishes while V ran outside to play. You went to join him only to stumble once you realized the boy was trying to hit you with a wooden sword. "V, what did I tell you about playing with our guests!" He started to stomp his foot. "I CRAVE VIOLENCE MOTHER!" You took a few steps back only to bump into Trish. "I'm so sorry about this. He tends to be cranky when he hasn't had his nap."

Trish picked up her son and said "I think it's time for bed huh?" V gave no protest and went limp in her arms. "Good boy. You need to save your strength. How about I read to you?" He nodded. You were now in the upstairs bedroom. V had just finished brushing his teeth and putting his pajamas on. His mother helped apply lotion for his badly cracked, dry skin and then tucked him under the covers. It was now time to read. You expected a simple children's story or fairy tail such as sleeping beauty or the very hungry catapillar but to your horror she pulled out a large tome. The compete works of William Blake. This wasn't going to end anytime soon would it?

Several hours later and Trish began to nudge you awake. To be fair you always thought poetry was boring. She drove you back home and kissed you on the cheek. "I had a wonderful time. And I think my son is really enjoying your company. I'll see you soon." Trish drove off. You immediately took your phone out and changed your number and just to be safe, moved several countries away. You knew it was to good to be true.

#devil may cry #dmc trish #trish x reader #v dmcv #v dmc5 #Feral two day old child V #crack fic #He draws his nightmares for you with crayons and gets violent after watching a clockwork orange

[honeystwiggypeach]

I can please request a part two of https://at.tumblr.com/honeystwiggypeach/im-nervous-because-this-is-my-first-time-doing-a/l52475kcfz2n where they one happy family again (ps I hope you feel better)

I was hoping someone would ask for a part two!!I’m so thankful you did because I really want them all to have a nice fluffy ending!!!!(I hope so too, I took some meds so I’m hoping it’s just my allergies and nothing like the flu!)anywho!! Tysm for requesting let me know if you guys want to see more or anything because I love writing requests so much!!!

Part one!

I’m going to include all the previous trigger warnings from part one because they’re semi relevant!

Tw- miscarriage, crying, grief, toxic coping mechanisms, single parents, one night stands, breakdowns, jealousy(over someone being able to have children/provide boys with a family, infertility, cursing, absent mother, be very cautious if you’re sensitive to anything affiliated with miscarriages maybe even infant loss,

Atsumu

After you and Atsumu reconciled, it didn’t take long to pick up exactly where you’d left off with the edition of the most adorable babies you’d seen in your life.

Now almost four years later both you and Atsumu are crying over their first day of school, “don’t cry mama!” Your little girls voice is muffled by your legs as she hugs you, your son holds onto his father’s hand tightly as tears gather in his little eyes.

When they get back from school you take them to get ice cream like you and Atsumu said you’d do with your little family one day and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Osamu

The girls are thrilled to have someone willing to play princess with them in their lives, sure Osamu would but you seemed to be a lot more devoted to it once you’d gained back all your energy!

Plus they liked having you to style their hair, they’d always tell you how bad Osamu was at styling hair and it would remind you of the way that Osamu and you would discuss what you were nervous about in parenthood.

You smile softly as you gently brush out one of the girl’s hair, watching as she messes with her dolls making them fatter about with her sister before looking back up to you, “see miss y/n?” You’re not sure what she’s talking about but you nod anyways, anything to keep them happy you think as Osamu flicks through the channels on the tv, “I see honey that’s so great” you praise her like she’s you’re own because the reality is, you love them both like they’re you’re own.

Sakusa

She was really such an Angel, the easiest little baby to care for and it made you nervous.

Of course it made Sakusa nervous that for several nights sometimes you’d stay awake by her cradle wondering why she wasn’t waking up periodically for feedings.

“Doesn’t that scare you?” You’d asked him one night and he confusedly shook his head no.

“It freaks me out…they said babies should cry often for feedings”

But she was healthy, when she’d wake up she’d giggle seeing you worn out beside her cradle your eye bags deep and heavy yet you’d still smile brightly at her bouncing down the stairs to the kitchen where Kiyoomi was making breakfast he’d smile softly upon seeing the two of you before kissing your cheek and peppering kisses on his daughter’s.

Akaashi

You’d practically jumped at the offer to go on a date with him and give your relationship another try.

And when it worked out just fine you wanted to jump for joy. Some short while later, you and Akaashi got married you even adopted his son.

“Mama!” He calls out and you let out a hum in response.

He pushes open the door, “my spelling words!” It was a ritual now.

Everyday before Keiji got home you and him would practice his spelling words so that when his dad got home he could impress him with his spelling but if you’re being honest you know damn well that anything that precious little boy says or does would impress keiji, you’re the same way.

Anywho! Let me know if you want to see anything else because I love writing requests so much!!!

#anons #requests #reader insert #x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyu x reader #haikyuu parents #haikyuu dads #mom!reader #Atsumu x reader #Osamu x reader #Sakusa x reader #Akaashi x reader

[phoenixyfriend]

Commander Buir: Chapter 6

Final chapter! Read on AO3

When Cody comes back, it’s with tea.

Caff is good, but he doesn’t think any of them would benefit from too much caffeine right now. The tea in the canteen is shitty, but there’s honey and milk, and that’s enough.

Shmi’s eyes are rimmerd with red. Anakin is asleep, if not very soundly. Cody hands the cups to Shmi and hauls himself up into the room, and then takes one back.

“Cried himself to sleep?” Cody asks, voice low.

“He exhausted himself telling me everything,” Shmi says. “They were married, did you know? Anakin and his Padmé.”

“No,” Cody says. “But I can’t say I’m that surprised.”

They sit shoulder to shoulder, leaning into each other, sipping tea.

“He’s kept so many secrets,” Shmi whispers. “I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to help.”

“The Jedi might,” Cody says. He assumes this was one of those Dark Side things, so they’re more likely to be able to help than anyone else, if it is. “But… it can’t be easy at all. A toddler, but he…”

“Cut them down, one by one,” Shmi says, low and thin and rough. She sounds a little clogged. “Cody, I don’t know what to do. That’s my baby. That’s my baby, and he…”

She hiccups, and claps her free hand over her mouth to stifle the noise.

Anakin shifts a little, but does not wake. Small mercies.

“Was it before the war?” Cody asks.

Shmi nods. “Only just.”

Cody wonders… well.

“He saved a lot of lives in the war,” he finally says. “Pain in the ass with how reckless he was, but effective. I wouldn’t stake my life on it, but if he was sometimes reckless because he was trying to make up for his previous crimes…”

Shmi sniffles. It’s quiet, and she breathes heavily right after to clear out whatever blocked her up.

“He’s my baby,” she repeats. “I can’t… I can’t believe he would do all that. Kill all those… the children were innocent. Even if their elders had done something awful, why… why the children…”

Cody casts about for an answer. He has one.

“The Jedi call it the dark side,” he says. “It doesn’t control anyone, but… when a Jedi allows themselves to feel too deeply, to be consumed by hate and anger, they let in something they call the dark side of the Force. It’s like a poison, and like… like a drug. One of the ones that can induce blinding rage and have a person do things they normally might. They can resist it. They are trained to have the self-control to avoid even coming close, and to refrain from committing such acts if they do, but once they’ve already Fallen to the Dark…”

He's seen after-action reports of several Jedi who’d done so. War had not been kind to anyone, but it had poisoned the Jedi in ways that even Cody didn’t fully understand. He could only compare the people he’d met before and after they’d made their choices and lost themselves.

“If he touched the Dark in that experience, it would have played a factor. It does not absolve him,” he cautions, “he still had free will and could have stopped, had he made that choice, difficult as it was… but it may have influenced him to an extent you and I would have trouble understanding.”

“Because we are not Jedi.”

“Because we’re not Force Sensitive,” Cody corrects, though the distinction isn’t a big one, to most people. Still, she’ll know what he means. He’s talked about the Sith more than once.

She doesn’t meet his eyes, keeps her gaze fixed on the tiny body at the head of the sleeping mats.

“What do I do?” she asks.

“Counseling. Out-patient care, possibly with medication once he’s old enough for it to be a reasonable option. Ethics courses, in rare cases.” Cody lists it off without too much thought. Managing the mental health of his troopers had been one of many things he’d been asked to read up on with his promotion. The mental health specialists in the medic teams were the main people to actually act on that particular aspect of the army’s health, but Command staff were all obligated to take modules on managing morale and burnout in particular. Violent breakdowns were rare, but not unheard of. “Mandatory in-patient care if he proves unwilling to recognize his own failures and weaknesses that need to change.”

Shmi turns and moves and ends up curled around his side and across his chest. It’s a hug, a strange one, and her face is pressed to his neck.

He hugs her back. They both need this.

“We’ll figure it out,” he says. General Billaba had recovered from a similar act, he thinks. He hadn’t been fully read in on that one, but he remembers the broadest strokes. “The Jedi will help. I’ll help. You’ll have support, and he’ll have you.”

“I want to believe that,” Shmi whispers. “But these days, believing things is only making it all worse.”

What the hell can he even say to something like that?

“So believe in yourself, and in me,” he says. “Believe in the kind of child and the kind of man your son is, when he was protecting entire planets from armies, when he was protecting men who only weren’t slaves because they weren’t legally sentients. If he told you this, then he trusts you, and he wants to get better.”

Cody pulls Shmi away from him, just enough to maneuver so they’re properly facing each other, and takes her face in his hands. “Trust me. Trust in me. Have I given you reason not to?”

Shmi is too deliberate to throw herself into his arms, especially in this kind of a cramped space.

She ends up there anyway.

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Ch 3 - The King’s Command

Part 4

Fire Of A Stark

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Slamming the door to my chambers I screamed quickly tearing the dress off and throwing on a tunic and trousers. Grabbing one of the books from my table I launched it over my head feeling tears slipping out. It wasn’t bad enough that I had to hide who my real family house was. I also was about to be sent into marriage with a stranger. The Lannister’s were the richest house in the kingdom. But money and status didn’t mean anything to me. Someone knocked on the door making me wipe away tears seeing Sansa when I opened it. “Cadence, are you okay. Why are you crying?”

“Go away Sansa. You won’t understand.” I grumbled about closing the door in her face until she stopped it with her hand.

She stares at me with concern on her face. She closes the door behind her seeing that I had thrown multiple books and I had launched a kitchen knife into the wooden bed frame. “Did someone upset you? You normally don’t tear your room apart like this. Mother won’t like it.”

“My life is over Sansa. This isn’t over who stole the last cake or beat me in a sword match!” Spinning on my heels I threw my hands up starting to cry over the fate that was coming for me. She couldn’t possibly understand. She never has. “I’m forced to marry one of the Lannisters!”

She knitted her brows together, hands intertwined together in front of her. “Marriage doesn’t mean you’re life is over, sis. It means you get to have a husband and have his children-“

“And bend the knee to his every will. God, you are so naive. From the day we were born our future has been decided. All because we don’t have a cock. I’ll never be able to wield a sword, ride freely on horseback like a man or wear trousers if I so wish!”Running my fingers through my hair I yanked the knife out of the wood drawing it behind my head and launched it straight back into the wood even harder than before.

She jumped back slightly frightened seeing anger in my eyes. I usually had a temper about things but she had never seen me this angry. Then again none of the Stark children know my secret. It was easier if only very few knew the truth. “Do you wish me to get mother and father or do you wish to keep throwing that knife?”

“Just leave, Sansa. I want to be alone.” I mumbled throwing the knife cursing under my breath. “Seven hells!” By that point she had left so I snatched my brown cloak from the bed sneaking through the castle and to the stables. Saddling my horse I bolted out into the gods woods feeling the cold wind run through my hair. Reaching the family tree I dismount my horse sitting underneath it just letting the cold surround me.

About an hour later I heard another horse riding up to me so I lifted my head from my knee's sniffing where I saw father climbing down from his horse. “Sansa told me you were throwing knives like a mad man. Care to tell me what happened honey. Was it one of the royals here?”

“No…we’ll he isn’t here.” I wiped under my nose laying my head on his shoulder.

“Who is it then?” Father asked not following me.

Shifting my weight so I was facing him head on he scooted over looking down at me. He had the look that he had whenever any of his children got hurt. The comforting look of a father. “Tywin Lannister…I heard you and mother talking with the king a few hours ago. Saying that I am betrothed to marry one of his sons. I thought you said I wouldn’t marry until you found someone who is worthy of me?”

“Oh sweetheart you don’t have to worry. No deal has been set in stone. We are supposed to head to Kings Landing for me to become Hand of the King. But you won’t be married off not yet. I promise you little dragon.” He tucks hair behind my ear using the nickname that was specifically for me.

Wrapping my arms around him he hugs me gently into his chest. Then we got to our feet climbing back on our horses. “I love you, Ned - uh dad.”

He kisses my head, sending me up to my room. “I love you too.”

The next morning was pretty hush considering the king had asked my father to be his hand. Plus Sansa was fusing over her future wedding to the prince. I didn’t see what all the fuss was about. Pulling the hood of my cloak down I promised Arya that we would play with the swords near where the servants washed clothes. “So what is our first lesson?” The young girl asked me, almost bouncing off the walls.

“The first lesson is which one do you want?” Holding out two toy swords out to her she picked the smaller one. Getting in a fighting stance I raised my sword nodding towards her. “You go first.”

She ran forward crying but I raised my sword hitting hers almost out of her hands. Pushing her back I remembered a tip Robb had given me when we first trained together. “Don’t make a sound before you attack. That way your opponent doesn’t know you’re coming.”

I raised my sword holding it both in my hands then rushing forward to her but she raised hers hitting our swords together. Arya and I went back and forth like this for a few times until I spun my back to her and she accidentally tripped me with her weapon. She then pointed the tip to my throat, smiling bright. “Impressive young Stark girl. Did you teach her that?”

Wiping my head around I recognized the voice that broke through the gods' wood. Holding myself up on my elbows with my hair falling in front of my eyes. Honestly a tousled mess of curls at this moment. “Jaime, what in the realm are you doing out here. Nobody knows about this place except us?”

“I followed the tracks in the snow. It wasn’t that hard to figure out. Here let me help you.” He walked up to us wearing a tan tunic and trousers. Sword hanging from the holder on his hip. With his right hand extending down to me.

Eyeing his hand I grabbed his wrist allowing him to pull me up. But I scream tripping over my own sword at my feet falling into his chest. Jaime instantly secured his arms around my small waist holding me close to his chest. “Easy now. I’ve got you…”

“Uh thanks,” I croaked out, moving my eyes up to him slowly. I could feel his breath on my face and he was shivering a little under my touch obviously not built for the winters.

Jaime moved his head closer to whisper in my ear. “If we were alone I could have given you a private lesson. I can assure you, you wouldn’t regret it.” Bending my head down my cheeks turned as red as a tomato at his words not expecting him to say something here.

“Are you two going to kiss? Ewww!” Arya made a look of disgust causing me to finally come to my senses and push myself away from the lion.

Tucking hair behind my ear Jaime just smirked making me blush even redder. Kicking myself mentally in the head I told myself since I was nine that I wouldn’t fall for someone just by their looks. There should be more to a person than just that. “Cadence, Arya. There you are. Something’s happened.” I saw Jon Snow rushing our direction clearly pausing when he saw Jaime with us. “Ser Jaime…”

“Jon, hey you said there’s news. What about?” Snapping my fingers I pull him back to focus on me.

He shakes his head causing his black curls to shuffle around on his head. He was taken back, seeing us with a knight. “Bran…he fell from..the tower. And….the…the king…he wants to see all of us.”

“What could he want. Can’t we finish our lesson first?” Arya begged me with her hands clinging onto my tunic. I hated to tell the girl no but I took her hand in mine and the four of us headed back to the castle.

Entering one of the main rooms in the castle I saw the king and queen sitting on my father’s throne. My mother is standing beside Sansa and my father. Breaking through the crowd I whispered in his ear, completely confused. “Father, what is happening?”

“I don’t know.” He shrugged his shoulders, glancing over his shoulder to me.

Tonight was supposed to be our last night in Winterfell. Before my sisters and I followed our father to the city. So if the king of the seven kingdoms was requesting an audience it probably wasn’t good. Turning my head back towards the king, Jaime was now standing behind leaning against the wall. With his hand rested on his sword. “I thought it was best to be brought into the room that Lord Eddard Stark has accepted to become the Hand of the King. But that is not the only announcement I have. Tywin Lannister has requested that I renounce Ser Jaime of his kingsguard vows and I accepted-“

“Seven hells, you lied to me!” Shouting at my father with tears in my eyes I cut the king off not caring if it upset his grace.

The queen fought back as well, clearly not liking the sound of it for some reason to which I didn’t understand why yet. “You can’t do that. He took a vow and he can’t break it!”

“Be quiet, woman. I am the king and I have the power to do so.” Robert Baraethon raised his tone to his wife rising to his feet. Jaime wouldn’t or maybe couldn't look my direction I couldn’t exactly tell for sure. “Cadence Stark and Jaime Lannister will be wed in a few short days.”

Clutching the hand of the sword on my hip I felt tears slipping down my cheeks before I turned on my heels breaking for the doors hearing my father’s voice calling out for me. “Cadence!”

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