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theladyismyshepard · 3 months

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For Valentines Day could I request hc for how halsin and Astarion would react to their shared lover surprising them with new lingerie?

Of course you can, anon, and I thank you for such a racy prompt

Astarion x Halsin x Reader (M/M/F)

NSFW, MDNI below cut

Three's Company, and I'm Afraid I'm Underdressed

(How Astarion and Halsin Would React to You in Lingerie)

You were a certified genius. That was all you could think after you stepped out of Facemaker’s Boutique in Baldur’s Gate with your coin purse considerably lighter. None had been the wiser when you began stuffing a lacy corset into your travel pack. Weeks of trekking through the swamps and the Underdark had left you grimy and less than seductive when it came to romancing Halsin and Astarion.

Halsin… my good man, no my good boy… The druid was a simple man who loved nature and especially the dirt that came with it. He found the dust from the roads that clung to your skin and your clothes to be the most beautiful thing in the world. The smile that slowly pulled at the edges of your mouth when you thought of how sweet Halsin was could never be helped. He was a natural smooth talker, speaking almost as if he was telling you nothing but truths and common sense when he complimented you or Astarion.

You could feel your mirrored appreciation through your connection with the vampire. Astarion originally would downplay how much he approved of Halsin’s bold declarations before the druid’s chivalry filed down the barbed-wire ensnaring the vampire’s bittered, blackened heart. And almost as if determined to clear out the shadows of Astarion’s heart just as he intended with the Shadowfell, he broke down walls that had been fortified for centuries.

Astarion had a voice like honey himself and all of the flare to go with it. His playful flirting always danced along the edge of actual seduction, and it always kept you on your toes. Halsin hadn’t always been too keen on joking, especially the dark humor that the vampire had perfected, but as the snarky facade began to crack and glimmers of a broken man could be seen peering through, Halsin was finally beginning to see what you did in Astarion.

The grand display of their love flourishing had your heart swelling happily in your chest. These two men had nothing but time ahead of them and it thrilled you to know that when you withered away with age decades from now, the two would offer each other support. But until that moment came, and while you could still claim to possess an ass that won’t quit, you would show your lovers the perks of having you involved in their love affair.

It was the perfect night. The stars were shining bright, the air was calm, and the aftertaste of victory was still sweet on your tongue. The party had dispersed almost immediately following the battle of the Netherbrain, and while initially it left you feeling hollow, the privacy sure proved useful for moments such as what you had planned. As you approached Astarion and Halsin, who were both lounging back against a log and chatting by the fire, your hands were wringing the drawstring of your robe.

They both looked up at the same time and you chuckled at how cute they were. Of course Halsin’s connection to nature helped him in sensing the change of your presence just as quick as Astarion’s enhanced hearing. The vampire arched a brow while the druid cocked his head when he noticed your robe-clad body. Your chest expanded as you took a deep breath, and you held it as you dropped the cloth from your shoulders and down your arms to pool at your feet.

The lingerie hugged your body like a second skin and the lacy fabric left no room for imagination as it practically left you bare before your lovers. Astarion’s eyes widened while slowly looking you up and down. When they returned to meet yours, his confident smirk was back in place as he attempted to convey with his eyes alone just how hungry he had become. He was a man of fashion, darling, and he greatly treasured when you put in the same effort as he did. As he shifted his upper body in your direction with his gaze piercing straight into your soul, his elbow propped up on the log as his pointer finger pressed against his temple, his thumb supported his chin, and his remaining fingers were semi-curled and resting over his lips. The tadpole’s connection between you two had vanished the moment the Netherbrain fell, but you’d swear you could practically feel his arousal as if it were your own.

Halsin drank in the sight of your semi-naked body as if it were a cold drink of water on the hottest day of the year. Initially, you were unsure if the Druid would be as affected as you’d like. He had let you know early on that he found you most alluring when you had nothing obscuring his vision…. But his entranced smile as he fully sat up to look at you around Astarion was a promise enough of what would be to come (or who). You were trapped beneath the weight of both of these men’s heavy gazes.

“Don’t you look positively delectable,” Astarion drawled almost predatorily as he motioned with his other hand for you to come closer, “I could eat you right up… And I think I just might,”

“Only if you save some for me,” Halsin chimed in, and you could see his muscles twitching with the urge to pounce, but he remained in his spot beside Astarion, but on edge with anticipation.

Certified genius.

It was a brief thought that was gone as quick as it came once you reached Astarion and he lifted both his hands to grab ahold of yours and guide you down onto his lap. You gasped and couldn’t stop yourself from grinding down when you rubbed against his semi-hard dick. It felt like electricity shot down your spine as heat pooled in the pit of your stomach when you felt his hips pump up to meet you. You both groaned in unison, and while you could have easily allowed your eyes to roll back and just relish in the growing wetness between your thighs, there was another hand that began rubbing circles between your shoulders.

Halsin’s breathing had quickened and he was leaning in closer than when you last glanced in his direction. His lips were parted as he shakily exhaled, his hands continuing to massage circles into not only your skin, but he was running his fingertips up and down Astarion’s back as well. You didn’t even think, it was instinct to lean forward and capture the druid’s lips in a kiss. It wasn’t long before his tongue was licking across your bottom lip, wordlessly asking for entrance. He was a dominating lover, and it was evident in the way his tongue fought for control.

Hands that were previously gripping your waist were now running teasingly up your sides. You felt goosebumps flaring beneath the fabric of the lingerie. Astarion’s hips continued a calm, steady thrusting as his hands explored up your sides, across your hips, and gathered handfuls of your rear. Your flesh was ablaze with each touch. As the vampire’s erection grew harder against your clothed center, you felt the moan bubble in your throat before it interrupted your kiss with Halsin. The druid’s lips kissed down your cheek to a spot right below your ear. You felt Halsin’s hand meet Astarion’s on your back before the weight of his touch disappeared and you knew his hand was running up Astarion’s arm that was wound around your body.

Halsin pulled back and looked over at Astarion, whose gaze shifted to the druid in return. It was a challenging arch of the brow that spurred Halsin forward in claiming the vampire’s lips in a searing kiss. Astarion’s head was tilted back with one of Halsin’s hands supporting the back of his head as their tongues explored the other’s mouth. You shivered in arousal, practically feeling your nipples fighting against the restraint of the lingerie before you ran your hands over Astarion’s chest. You leaned forward and started placing open-mouthed kisses along Halsin’s broad shoulder and down his chest. You growled at the clothing between your hands, mouth, and their bodies. You pulled back, and they both broke the kiss to look at you.

“Clothes, off, now,”

“How expensive was-”

Before Astarion could even finish his question, Halsin was tearing the lacy cloth from your body to get to the prize underneath. You weren’t even surprised. Astarion merely shrugged before pulling his shirt off, and Halsin stood as he fully undressed himself. The moment his underwear was pulled down his legs and his cock sprung to life just a foot away from your face, you could’ve sworn you started salivating. Astarion must have had the same thought because he was staring wide-eyed at his dick and licked his lips before glancing up at his face.

An idea sparked in your mind and you looked up at Halsin before turning back to Astarion. You placed your hands over his bare chest, your fingers splaying out and your pinky finger grazed over his nipple. The vampire inhaled sharply, neck snapping back to face you. You pull him into an open-mouthed kiss that lasted a moment before pulling back and looking him straight in the eye.

“Suck Halsin’s dick,” You command, and Astarion’s shock flashed over his face a moment before his mouth twisted into a devilish grin.

“It would be my pleasure,” he cooed before he gently grabbed the back of Halsin’s thigh and pulled him close enough to flatten his tongue against the tip of his cock, flicking it before licking a swirl around the head.

Halsin sucked in a breath between his teeth at the sudden wet heat. You were throbbing between your legs at the sight, and you could feel a renewed wetness slicking your lower lips. Your eyes never cut away even as your hands worked at Astarion’s belt. It was a familiar movement that was reflex now, and it wasn’t long before the vampire’s dick was in your hand, pumping it to full length. Astarion moaned around Halsin’s dick and as a result, the druid released his own groan. You continued to stroke Astarion with one hand, and your other lifted to Halsin’s hip bone next to Astarion’s fair hair, and caressed the skin there and up his stomach and back again, watching as the muscles of his stomach flexed.

Astarion’s hand on the back of Halsin’s thigh lightened to his fingertips as he drew them higher and higher until he grabbed a handful of his cheek. Halsin jolted forward and further down Astarion’s throat, prompting the vampire to gag a bit before bobbing his back and forth, allowing his tongue to graze the underside of his dick. Your thumb rubbed a circle on the tip of Astarion’s dick before it traced a vein that traveled the length of it, and just when you felt a clear wetness ooze from the tip, you released your grip to raise yourself to your knees long enough to line him up with your center before you slowly sunk your full weight onto his dick. Astarion sputtered around Halsin’s dick, pulling back to gasp and arch his back into you.

Halsin’s cock glistened with Astarion’s spit as it stood at attention, and who was you to deny it? You leaned forward to take Halsin into your mouth and continue where the vampire had left off. With both of your hands free, your right one lightly trailed up his stomach as far as you could reach, and your left wound behind him and grabbed the same cheek that Astarion had. Halsin’s head fell back, allowing him to gaze up into the endless sea of stars. It felt as though he was flying, but the wet heat of your mouth kept him grounded. You hollowed your cheeks briefly before a gasp gave you a pause around Halsin.

Astarion’s dick was still buried inside of you, and he had regained some of his composure. He was jogging his hips, and you felt him stretching you out as he went deeper and deeper. Given how wet you were, there was hardly much resistance and he soon bottomed out. He halted to familiarize both your bodies to the stretch, and as he paused, he surged forward to take your nipple into his mouth. Your back arched to get closer to him, but one of his hands was already around your back, keeping you tight against his body. A larger hand was suddenly cupping the base of your neck, and you pulled off of Halsin to glance up at him.

The druid gave you a warm smile before he bowed over to meet your lips with his. He licked away the moisture on your lips before following it with several quick pecks. As he righted himself, Astarion reached forward with his free hand and grabbed his length to start pumping it. You were entranced by the sight before pleasure sent fire coursing through your veins, and you began grinding down to match Astarion’s thrusts up into you. Your eyes briefly fluttered shut as you rode his dick, but they snapped open when you felt Halsin slightly squeeze the back of your neck to get your attention. The head of his cock was plump and looked about ready to burst. Your lips parted a ‘oh’ at the sight as well as the pressure building quickly in your gut from the suckling at your nipples. Astarion was stroking Halsin faster and you were captivated by the sight of the head disappearing and reappearing in the fist as he pumped.

Astarion kissed up your chest and sank his teeth into the flesh connecting your shoulder and neck. You moaned loudly as you teetered on the edge, but you were sure to keep your mouth wide open. You stuck your tongue out all while staring Halsin in the eye, and let the head of his cock rest against it as you waited for him to shoot his load. The sight, along with the feel of your wet tongue coupled with Astarion’s quick jerking, had Halsin spilling into your mouth as he came. You lapped it up eagerly, and licked the head clean as his fingers combed through your hair.

The teeth in your neck released and the sting was soothed by a broad stroke of the vampire’s tongue. He followed it with a kiss and trailed them up your neck, past your chin, and connected your lips as he used the hand on the small of your back as leverage for a few more quick thrusts before your walls were fluttering around his member and your back was arching as you fell over the edge. As your orgasm rolled through you, you became deathly still before snapping and your erratic grinding had Astarion pulling you off his dick just as he shot his load across your clit.

Your thighs were sore and your body felt limp as you fell against Astarion, who immediately caught you and brought you closer. Halsin’s hand was back to brushing your hair back, and as you cuddled into the vampire’s neck, you felt his head crane back to meet Halsin in a brief kiss.

Oh yeah… certified genius.

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iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia · 4 months

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Alright, real full hc ask & this time it's full of angst >:D

So, one night MC has a really bad nightmare where the M6 die horribly, and wake up from it in a panic that only increases when they realize their beloved is not in the bed with them.

Turns out the M6 are just in the next room over getting a drink or something, & have to rush back to the bedroom to comfort MC

The Arcana HCs: M6 when MC has a nightmare of them dying

~ @themushroomgoesyeet here are your headcanons, friend, thanks for the lovely ask! ~

CW for descriptions of loss, grief, and panic. more notes at the end regarding the content of MC's nightmare

-- to set the scene --

It's dark. Dust and smoke settle in your lungs as you stumble through the streets of Vesuvia, trying to get through the press of bodies making a hurried trek towards the docks. You just want to get to your shop, you just want to see the lantern and your beloved's face in the window, you just want to be -

Home.

Your body goes still, cold as the grave as your blood sinks into your feet. Home is gone, the splintered apothecary's sign creaking as it swings from the chunk of rubble on the sidewalk. You stumble forward into the charred pile of wood and stone, searching for a sign, a scrap, anything, to tell you that something has survived. That someone has survived. It's hard to recognize it at first, coated with the same grey dust and poking lifelessly out of the rubble, but as you crouch for a better look, there no mistaking the thing you've lovingly grabbed a thousand times.

It's their hand.

You jolt awake when your voice chokes on a scream. The room's gone dark, the bed you're lying in is missing a body, and the pillow by your head has gone cold. You're not sure what comes out first - the panicked sob from the horror of losing them, or the fearful cry of their name as your nightmare seems to come true.

Julian

He's going to feel bad about this for weeks - he'd stayed up researching in his medical textbooks waaay past when he'd promised to come to bed

He thought he heard you call his name, and, surprised at how late you're awake, he came upstairs to see if you needed anything

As soon as he gets close enough to hear you panicking, he's bursting into the room so he can pull you into his arms

He's asking what happened right away. He's not going anywhere or trying to move you until you can talk to him

He's also going to ask you what the dream was about, if all you can say at first is "nightmare." He's learned the importance of voicing your fears and he doesn't want to leave you alone in that story

The best active listener. Brushes your hair out of your eyes, sighs and winces with every horrific detail you share, and murmurs empathetic responses to each description of loss

Ultimately ends up talking through your fears with you. He knows you've had to watch him die before, he understands why reliving it would be so traumatic, and he wants to help you process it

He'll guide your hand to his pulse point and breathe in time with you, reminding you with every exhale that he's alive and well

Asra

They'd fallen asleep next to you earlier, but they'd also told you before bed that there would be a celestial event tonight that they didn't want to miss. They're stargazing on the rooftop

He's jolted out of his reverie by a sudden, sharp tug on his bond with you. He can feel your magic scrambling for any sign of his presence and the underlying panic and fear

They don't hesitate, they're running down into the house and sprinting for your room as fast as they can to make sure you're ok

As soon as he spots you, he's putting himself where you can see him and asking if it's okay to hold you. He's quick to check you over for any injuries while he asks you what's wrong

Once they know it was a bad dream, they're taking you by the hand and collecting pillows and blankets to take to the roof. They've already got tea and snacks up there from their stargazing session

He buries you in a pillow pile with him under the night sky, where there's nothing to see but the stars and each other, and pulls your hand to his heartbeat while he tangles all your limbs together

They remember what it was like to lose you, and the comfort they craved from you as they grieved. It's oddly cathartic to give you what they needed and stay with you as you go back to sleep

Nadia

Her insomnia was acting up again, so rather than idle away time in the dark, she went across the hall to her office to get some work done. There's always a stack of proposals waiting her approval ...

She had a hard time hearing you from two rooms away, but you sounded so urgent she put her teacup down immediately and hurried over to investigate

You can imagine how her heart wrenched when she saw you sitting up in her bed, wearing the same expression she used to feel when she was trapped in a coma full of nightmares

To say that she's beyond sympathetic is an understatement. She's climbing in bed next to you and pulling you into her lap right away

She'll hold you until you calm down, and then invite you to come sit with her in her warmly-lit office and share her tea

If you want to talk and process what you dreamed about, she'll listen closely and come up with ways to help you feel safer

If you want to focus on something else, she'll pull out her favorite book of Prakran poetry and read you her favorite verses

And if you're too tired to think and just want to sleep in peace, she'll lay you down on her sofa with your head in her lap, gently petting your head to the sound of her quill on the parchment

Muriel

He'd woken up because he was thirsty

Normally, you keep a jug in the hut filled with drinking water, but it hadn't been replenished before bed so he went out into the clearing to draw some more from the spring

When he came back inside to see you huddled and sobbing in the furs, his first instinct was to look wildly around the room for any signs of danger and violence while he reached for his staff

Once you spot him and show relief, he gets a better idea of what's happened and joins you on the bed while he quietly asks if you're okay (you're obviously not, but it's the best he comes up with)

He knows what horrific nightmares are like. He's not going to let you hide away and work it out by yourself

As soon as he knows it'll help, he's holding you as closely and firmly as you need him to

He'll settle against the wall by the bed, wrapping both of you in the weight of the furs while Inanna lies across your feet

And then he'll tell you in a low, rumbling murmur about all the good things you have around you, replacing each bleak image with your warm, safe reality. You have the soft clothes on your back, the sound of Inanna's panting, and the brush of his lips on your face

Portia

She woke up annoyed because Pepi felt the need to sit on her face and screech into her ear until she refilled her food bowl (in classic cat fashion, said food bowl wasn't even completely empty)

She was too sleepy and distracted with her task to hear you, and didn't know what had happened until she walked back into the bedroom and saw your state. Once she did, she was wide awake

Immediately turns on all the lights to make it easier to stay present and asks you whats wrong

A nightmare? She doesn't get many of those, but from the look on your face, it must have been horrific. You need a change of scenery and lots of tender loving care before she goes back to sleep

She'll set you both up in front of the fire in the living room, carding her fingers through your hair and bathing your face while you calm down enough to tell her more

Once you've told her everything, she's finding you both a distraction. She's making hot chocolate while you read aloud

She doesn't want you to have to go back to sleep in the same spot where you panicked, so she sets up a pile of blankets in front of the fire and snuggles up with you before falling back asleep

Pepi feels so bad she brings you her catnip toy to help you relax

Lucio

He had to use the bathroom

Which, at the particular inn you're staying at, involves him leaving the rented room and walking down the hallway because he doesn't like the lingering smell of using the chamber pot by the bed

When he walks back in to the sight and sound of you panicking, he starts panicking too. If it could scare you, it must be horrifying

The sound of him panicking is enough to ground you in the present, and he's never one to resist you yanking him into bed

Nor is he one to resist you holding him close. Squeeze him as tight as you need to, MC, he'll squeeze you right back with no complaints. Though he's still worried and confused

Pesters you until you tell him about your nightmare - which, after the warzones he's participated in, isn't hard for him to imagine. He's a little shaken up too by the time you finish

Spends the next several hours telling you why what you saw isn't going to happen. You're the best magician there is, MC, and he's the best fighter, and together you're too strong to die (again)

He'll offer to keep watch, if it'll make you feel safe enough to sleep again, though he'd rather doze off together

Holds your hand every night for the next few weeks

A/N: if the content of MC's nightmare sounds familiar to you, that's because it's a fraction of the horrific reality that thousands (if not millions) of people have been suffering through in Gaza since early October. I haven't been sure how to carry my real-life concerns into a space as relatively insignificant as a headcanon blog, but here we are.

#ask arcana brainrot #the arcana #the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #the arcana game #asra the arcana #julian the arcana #nadia the arcana #muriel the arcana #portia the arcana #lucio the arcana #asra alnazar #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #muriel of the kokhuri #portia devorak #lucio morgasson

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luvr-bunnyy · 1 year

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all i feel is you

JOHN PRICE x GN!READER

word count: 1.6k. ct

warnings: none, just a lil bit angsty oh!! and use of the pet name ‘love’

[a/n: okay!! so I decided to try my hand at writing for mw2 seeing as a vaguely remember playing the og campaign years ago, this was inspired by an hc on tiktok by @wibixthecowboy y’all should check it out !! I’m a lil rusty with my writing but hope you enjoy!! ]

Relief flooded your entire body as you stepped out of the car.

The London cold had seeped into your clothes, chill reaching all the way down to your bones.

Icy wind nipped at your cheeks and nose.

It was nice to be home.

John, who was none the wiser, was sat in his home office. Cup of tea on a coaster as he finished the last of his reports. He knew the whole point of being on leave was to rest. Relax. Get away from work. He knew you’d give him a lot of grief if you were there.

A glint of light caught his eye.

Putting the folder down, he glanced at the source. His silver wedding band. The one he usually wore on his tags, underneath his shirt, for safekeeping. Sure, he was allowed to wear it on his finger but it felt too vulnerable. Too dangerous. Plus, all the people that needed to know, knew. The boys and Laswell.

You were an operator that mainly worked on a contract basis.

They had met you on a few occasions.

John sighed.

When he had first stepped foot into the empty house, his heart ached. The many photos you both had around the house were covered with dust, another reminder of how long it’s been since he’s seen you. Your beautiful eyes, ones that he could stare into forever and would most definitely not mind getting lost in.

The way they squinted when you would smile was one of his favorite sights. You often complained about the crows feet you were getting, he would always scoff and bat your hands away from poking and prodding at your face. Pulling you into his arms and littering kisses all over your face. Utterances of praises and compliments leaking like sweet honey from his lips.

God, how he missed you.

With another heavy sigh and a lump forming in his throat, he took a huge gulp of tea and leaned back in his chair. “I should probably get dinner started…or maybe order in?” He muttered to himself, clearing his throat. “I think I’ll order in.”

Picking up his mug, he made his trek out into the kitchen and straight to the take-out drawer. It was stuffed full of different take out menus, chopsticks, disposable cutlery and an array of napkins, and a ton of estranged soy sauce and chili packets.

Just as his fingers wrapped around the handle the ‘thunk’ of a car door shutting had caught his attention. Back straightening and head tilting like a puppy dog. The sounds that followed were footsteps up the porch stairs and keys in the lock.

He couldn’t help the way his heart started to beat faster in anticipation. He was almost giddy at the thought of seeing you. So, he set his mug down and raced down to the front door. Pulling the door open just as you pulled your key out of the lock.

Your eyes widened at the sudden action but a huge smile replaced your surprised expression. “John…”

“Oh, love…”

Dropping your duffel bag, you launched yourself at him, wrapping your arms around him and holding tight. He held you firmly at the waist, walking you a few into the house. “I missed you so much. Can’t believe you had me puttering around this damn house by myself.” The vibrations of his deep voice against your neck made you laugh. Holding him at arm's length, you cupped his cheeks, thumbs smoothening out his beard.

“I know, I’m sorry. I was out for longer than expected.” He could see it in your eyes, you had been replaying the horrors of your last mission right at that moment. He understood, more than anybody and you were so glad that he did.

“I know, but you’re here now.” He smiled, gazing into your eyes.

“Well? You gonna kiss me or what?” You gently pinched his cheek.

Chuckling in disbelief, he shook his head but gladly granted your wish. He leaned down and met your lips in a languid, drawn out kiss. Conveying all the things his words could never. Relaxing further into his hold, all stress left your body. All the ghosts in your head vanished, cowering away from the light that John always seems to exude.

Pulling away, he noticed your red cheeks instantly. Whether it be from the kiss or the cold, we’ll never know but John wanted to believe it was the latter.

“Bloody Jesus, it’s cold. Let’s get you nice and warm.” He rubbed your arms to warm you up a bit before stepping around you and grabbing your bag and shutting the door. Shedding your jacket and hanging it up by the door, John grabbed the landline and started punching in the number he knew by heart.

“I’m orderin’ Indian, what d’ya want?”

“Ooh the paneer tikka masala and some chicken samosas. I’m gonna change.” You pecked his cheek before running off to your room.

Glad you had decided to shower before heading over, you simply changed into some sweats and one of John’s pullovers.

Staring into the mirror, you grimaced. Hand coming up to pull at your dark under eye bags before your fingers started to wander to the scar you had on your temple. It was new, a horrid reminder of the near death experience you had on this last op. John didn’t know, he hadn’t noticed. Too caught up in his excitement of your homecoming.

So, as you slipped your rings back on, you made your way back out into the kitchen. The soft crooning of Paul Anka was a pleasant surprise.

“Food should be here in twenty minutes.” He took a second to look you over. A cheeky smile lifting his lips, as he opened them to make a comment but then his eyes trailed over your face and his jaw fell shut.

Well that’s new.

Noticing that his eyes were lingering, you quickly turned away and stepped into the kitchen.

“Okay, well I’m gonna make some coffee. Want any?”

He shook his head as he sat at the island. “Just tea for me, love.”

You nodded and got to work.

As he watched you wiggle around and make coffee, attempting to discreetly dance, a pressure started to build behind John’s eyes.

That new scar had been a confirmation of what he heard before going on leave. He had basically begged Laswell for some kind of update and what he was given was heartstopping. You had gone dark after your armored vehicle had been hit by an RPG then after a day or two of him pacing around the house, Laswell gave him another update. You had been located and alive.

Now seeing you in front of his own two, tired eyes. Alive and dancing rather terribly, made a flurry of emotion swirl around his chest. And before he knew it, he had his face buried in his hand, quiet sobs shaking his shoulders.

“Here you go, but careful it’s-” You turned to face him and froze at the sight. “-hot…” As your voice trailed off, you placed the mugs down. “John?” Now your eyes had started to water. “Honey, what happened?”

“Nothin’, sorry.” He pulled his hand away and avoided looking at you, voice rough.

Slowly, you approached and wiped his tears and snot away with the sleeve of your sweater. “Okay, but you know you can talk to me.” You whispered, gently grasping his left hand and pulling it up to your mouth, placing a kiss on the knuckle of his ring finger. “For better or worse, remember?”

At your words. He couldn’t help but continue to sob. Pulling you to stand in between his thighs, burying his face into your sternum. His arms wrapped around you and his hands gripped onto the back of the sweatshirt. You were his guiding light, his lifeline and he’d be damned if he wasn’t gonna hold onto you for dear life.

And you let him.

You ran your fingers through his hair and let him feel whatever he was feeling, a few tears streaking down your cheeks as well.

His cries subsided and he just let himself revel in your hold, in your presence. This wasn’t always promised in your line of work.

Sniffling, he pulled back a little bit only to be met with your gentle eyes. Worried, adoring, loving eyes. “I just. I love you so much and I missed you.”

That definitely wasn’t all but you didn’t want to pry. “I love you too.” You rested your forehead against his. “Forever and always?”

He nodded. “Forever and always.”

‘DING’

Both of you jumped at the sound, pulling away from each other. John chuckled and ran a hand down his face. “Gave me a fuckin’ heart attack.”

Snorting, you shook your head and made your way to the door, grabbing your wallet out of your bag along the way. Paying and tipping for the delivery before returning with two bags of food, shoving the door closed with your foot.

“Let’s eat.”

As you placed the forgotten mugs into the sink and started to unpack the food, John pulled you away from the island and spun you around. “Come on. Indulge me for a second.”

With a hand on your waist and another in yours, you rested your free hand against his bicep and swayed to the music with him. A kitchen waltz.

The both of you were definitely not ballroom ready but this was perfect.

All he felt was you.

Your love.

Your acceptance.

Your presence.

You.

And that was all he’d ever need.

#MW2 #mw2 fanfic #john price #captain john price #john price x reader #john price x gn!reader #john price x fem!reader #john price x male reader

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yagirlsanauthor · 1 year

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Vadic Having Feelings For You Would Include... (Star Trek: Picard)

A/N: OMG!!! I'm obsessed with Amanda Plummer as Vadic from the newest season of Picard. Once again, there is a severe lack of any content for my lovely lady, so I decided to write a little something short for anyone else out there who may fancy her as well. Here it is, I hope you like it!

P.S. I’m sorry if these hc seem hella rushed 😭 since I’ve been having major writers block, I just wanted to at least post something

Word Count: 900-ish

Pairing: Vadic x GN!Reader

Warnings: Some NSFW below the cut!!! Kissing??? ig. A little steamy but bro...it's Vadic, she's fucking crazy so duh. She's her own warning. Vadic is obviously gonna be a little ooc in this but whatever. !!SPOILERS FOR PICARD SEASON 3!!

~ Lets just get one thing straight, she would most likely NOT be gentle or graceful with her affection, especially not your first kiss. She's sporadic and a bit insane, so it's safe to say her affection would mirror that.

~ When you're both alone, or walk past each other in the halls, she will shove you up against the walls and attack you with kisses any chance she gets. And when I say shove, I don't just mean push, I mean, she would grab you and full force thrust you against the surface of whatever is closest.

~ Very much into forehead kisses tho for some reason?? She doesn't do it often, and certainly not in front of her crew, but let's say, if you're alone, sitting down or having a special moment, she'll always cup your face in her hands and press a surprisingly gentle kiss right on your temple. Though, she never really sticks around for your reaction, always whisking away to attend to some other captain duty.

~ Typically, when around her crew, she would either ask you to stand next to her, to keep you close, or at times, she'll ask you to sit on her lap.

~ She is not very fond of anyone, especially solids, so for you, being a solid, there have been many nights of reassurance and apologizing and fear that she may resent you deep down. And though she doesn't seem like she'd be comfortable talking about her past, with you, she's an open book.

~ She's fucking scary when she needs to be, and is overly protective of you always.

~ There had only been one instance of someone hitting on you, and it was when you first came up to the bridge. You had been on the bridge for a while, listening to her give commands when one of the crew members began to flirt with you. She did not like that. Of course, you had no intentions of returning the flirtation, but even if you had, you wouldn't have been able to get the words out quick enough before she pulled out a phaser and turned the crewman to dust.

~ It wasn't sunshine and daisies when you two had first met. In fact, you had started out as a prisoner of sorts for her. It wasn't until she learned of your severe distaste for Starfleet and its unethical methods that she had given you a bit more grace for being a human.

~ After learning more about each other, and creating a blooming bond between yourselves, she had asked you to join her crew, or at least shadow some of her top officers to learn the ropes.

~ And after that, you two started something special. A relationship of sorts. You began to learn each other, and care for each other in ways you hadn't thought either of you were capable of before.

*NSFW Content Below!! Tread lightly ;)*

~ Vadic is a total dom in bed.

~ She can't handle allowing anyone but herself be in charge in many situations, including the bedroom.

~ There will be times where she'll let you lead and take charge at first, but it always ends with her on top and in charge.

~ Kinks??? All of 'em. She would deffo be into tying you up or at least strapping your hands together. She would also probably be into spanking you a little, especially if she thinks that you have been naughty and need to be reminded where you belong. PRAISE!!! She would not only love when you praise her and affirm her, but I think she would get off on telling you how good you were being for her, or how good you felt?? Hair pulling is a yes, she loves pulling your hair, and you best believe that if you yank on hers, she'll go feral. She'd also most definitely be into choking you and playing with your breathing. Bit sadistic, but sometimes, she likes to choke you just enough to see you almost slip out of consciousness, then release her grip and watch you gasp for air. It just does something to her hehe. Safe to say, she's a kinky mf and is into some sadistic BDSM type stuff.

~ Having said all this, I feel as though I could see her having a soft side in the bedroom?? Maybe if you were having a bad day, or if you needed that extra love and attention, she would bust out her nurturing and caring skills and soft!dom the fuck out of you. Don't get me wrong, it would still be intense, but not in a rough and fast way. More in a passionate and intimate way.

~ Aftercare would be tricky with this one. Before you, she had never known soft, or gentle, or kind. So aftercare, at first, would definitely take some getting used to. After a few times though, I think she would get the hang of it and actually be pretty good. But real talk, I think she'd become a big baby after sex and would ask you to do all the cleaning up and taking care. It's a trade off between the two of you. But she would greatly reward you after with a long and tired cuddle sesh.

~ She doesn't mind being the little spoon, but I think she would much prefer to hold you, maybe have you lay your head on her chest while she wraps her arms around you tight. Similarly, when she is big spoon, she wraps her arms tight around your waist, and will yank you toward her, to the point where you can't escape.

~ And as you two lay there, tired and content, right on the precipice of sleep, you'll always hear a small, raspy, 'I love you' in your ear, right before you fall asleep.

#vadic x reader #vadic #star trek picard #picard season 3 #vadic x gn!reader #amanda plummer

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ruidshijie · 2 years

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Their “I Love You“s - Diluc’s Story [PREVIEW]

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: After a long trip to Inazuma, you finally arrive back in Mondstadt. After such an exhaustive journey back, you opt to wait for Diluc at the winery.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: Diluc | gn!reader 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 986 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: None

𝐀/𝐍: These were supposed to be shortttt ;-;-; But here, have Diluc’s full story before the hc is done hehe;;

also the shortest hc: amakumo fruit tastes like popping candy but more fruity because of its electric charge

𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝: Their “I Love You”s - Childe’s Story [PREVIEW] [Childe | gn!reader]

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Your travels brought you back to Mondstadt earlier than expected. Perusing down the valley amongst drifting crystal flies, the soft warm glow of the city drew near. Though dark, night was still young and the liveliness of the busy city wafted toward you, pulling you closer. Even at your distance, the aroma and voices of the city engulfed your body, calling you home. You abandoned your plan of stopping there and resting, and continued on, rejuvenated by the far off atmosphere.

As you approached the crossroads between Mondstadt and Springvale, you hesitated to venture further into the city. Although the sky dimmed considerably, it seemed to be barely midnight and the Angel’s Share was still packed with patrons. Any later and you would’ve slipped into the tavern to accompany your boyfriend, however, the trek to Mondstadt was less than forgiving on your energy. Exhaustion caught up to you, and you figured that you would just wait for Diluc at the winery.

Satisfied with the conclusion, you wandered into Springvale. Soft lights glowed in the windows of the cozy cottages, surrounded by flittering moths. Few people were outside, but one was able to spot your weary self approaching.

The man flagged you down. He was dressed in a simple tunic and dusted slacks. “Well, if it isn’t the infamous [Y/N]. Good evening,” he greeted, “may I ask what you are doing outside so late?” You quickly recounted your situation, and the man nodded in understanding. “Actually, I just happened to need some things delivered to the Dawn Winery tomorrow. If you’d like, I can lend you a horse to get there faster, if you take the shipment with you,” he offered, gesturing to a pile of crates covered in dark tarps stacked neatly in a carriage.

“That would be a lifesaver, thank you,” you responded, relieved. The man guided you to the wagon, beside which was a tall brown horse that stirred awake. While he tied the horse in place, you set your bag and weapon on the wagons creaking wood. The ache in your shoulders and arm immediately dissipated, allowing you to stand up straight.

“There you are,” the man said, “all ready to go.” He patted the horse’s side with a deep, hollow thunk, and watched as you climbed onto the wagon, taking the reins in confidence. “Thank you again,” you said. “I’ll make sure the wagon and horse are returned by tomorrow afternoon.”

With that, the man bid you safe travels and waved at you while you guided the horse down the path en route to the Dawn Winery. As the horse grew to a trot, the cool night breeze caressed your face and pushed the hair out of your face. The wagon shuddered and creaked every time it rolled over a small pebble, but its constant sway and jitter slowly lulled you to closing your eyes.

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You arrived in time to see Diluc’s staff still floating around, slowly going about their final chores. The warm glow of flickering flames behind warped glass that hung from the wooden lamp posts welcomed you back. Crystal flies drifted between the dark grapevines, fluttering away as you approached. Leaving the cart with Ernest and his assistants, you slunk into the estate, greeting Adelinde who met you at the door. “Master [Y/N], what a wonderful surprise! Welcome back,” she smiled, “Master Diluc hasn’t returned yet, but I can prepare you something to eat for now—you must be exhausted.” Warm snacks by the fireplace sounded heavenly, but despite that you hesitated. You had brought some ingredients back from Inazuma to make one of the dishes that you enjoyed during your travels. “Actually,” you said. Rest tantalized your desires. “I have some fruit that I want to prepare.”

“Allow me,” Adelinde offered, but you quickly declined. Amakumo fruit, though safe to eat, was still charged with traces of Electro, and without proper knowledge of how to prepare it, the little fruit ends up singeing the tongue. She caved and let you to the kitchen, watching over your shoulder as you pulled out a small box of aromatic fruit. You carefully washed and cut bulbous purple-pink fruit that crackled in protest. Lost in the repetitive action, you failed to notice Adelinde had stopped watching and slipped out of the room entirely. A new pair of arms wrapped around your waist from behind, and a warm head snuggled into the crook of your neck. He smelled of faint alcohol, though you know it wasn’t from ingestion.

“[Y/N]…You’re home early,” he murmured into your shoulder. The hum of Diluc’s words shivered down your spine, and you sunk into his arms, breathing him in. Though his comment was simple, perhaps too much so, his words oozed with adoration and joy. His chest radiated warmth, beckoning you further into his embrace.

You gently laughed. “I missed you,” you offered as your eyes fell to the fruit in front of you. “Oh,” you broke the soft air, “here. A present from Inazuma.” You plucked a cut piece of Amakumo fruit from the bowl and turned in Diluc’s arms to face him. Its flesh pricked your fingers as little sparks burst. He glanced down cross-eyed at the electric fruit, slightly parting his lips. He took the little piece into his mouth and gave a small smile, satisfied.

“It’s very sweet, thank you,” he said, leaning in closer. Diluc pressed into you until your body was flush against his, and you lit aflame. His heartbeat against yours, his arms, palms, even fingers latching on to you, his lips smiling into your shoulder—Diluc made up for each day you were too far away for him to embrace. Oh, how he missed your presence over the last month; your letters alone were not nearly sufficient. With his voice, so soft and tired, mumbling, yet crystal clear, Diluc whispered, “I love you, [Y/N]. So much.”

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𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝: Their “I Love You”s - Childe’s Story [PREVIEW] [Childe | gn!reader]

#genshin fanfiction #genshin x gender neutral reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact #genshin diluc #diluc headcanons #diluc ragnvindr #diluc ragnivindr x reader

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uchihashisui-kun · 2 years

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Do you have any headcanons regarding modern au shisui?

I hope your knee gets better and have a good day/afternoon/evening/night depending on when you live

I think my knee is a lost cause by now, it has been a pain ever since I was 13/14 🤣 but anyway, I do have hcs for Modern AU Shisui!

Mostly I like to think of him as a university or college dropout, not because he's not smart enough for it, he's definitely far smarter than people give him credit for, but it's simply not what he wants to do

I think he would love to work at the public, I could see him working at a pub or something like that, one of those pubs that are not eccessively big and where the majority of the costumers are usuals. You know the ones with the sort of cozy and familiar vibe to it? Those ones

I also like to imagine Shisui living in a shared apartment with Itachi, and sometimes Sasuke crashes at their place whenever he feels like he needs to take some time away from his parents or if he just wants to hang out to them. After he meets with Naruto and Sakura sometimes they also get dragged at Shisui's apartment for a sleepover, not that Shisui minds, he likes how much more livelier they make the place

I especially like the idea of Shisui being some sort of big brother figure for both Itachi and Sasuke. While I do sometimes enjoy the "Sasuke sees Shisui as a threat to his relationship with Itachi" trope, the idea of Sasuke genuinely seeing Shisui as a big brother is much more appealing to me tbh, it started when Sasuke was very little and Shisui was the only one able to keep him calm and make him fall asleep when Itachi wasn't available, Mikoto ended up unofficially adopted him and started 'paying' for his babysitting with food, and ever since then Shisui has been a part of the family

Shisui loves trekking and will go whenever he has the chance. He also loves spending time with his friends and tending to the small plants that he has around the apartment, most of which are gifts from Tenzō

Despite being a Modern AU, I still like the idea of him having knee problems. He hurt his right knee when he was a teenager and ever since then it gives him little jolts of pain sometimes, or when he's not careful and twists it the wrong way. He's also a bit of a pyromaniac, always having a lighter with him despite not smoking, and his hands are full of mostly faded little burn marks

He's not particularly interested in romance, but he doesn't bother labeling himself because he mostly doesn't care. If he falls in love one day, good. If he never does, good anyway. He has his friends and they're all he needs to be happy. And, of course, I hc him as genderfluid! He goes by he/him most of the time, but sometimes he likes to switch it up depending on how he feels that particular day and has a bunch of cute clothes to wear when he feels particularly cutesy and feminine

I also like to hc him with a very slight dusting of freckles on his shoulders and back and just a little bit of them across his nose and cheeks, small and very light in color

He would probably also be a TikTok kinda guy, he mostly makes short videos about his job at the pub and sometimes shares some cool bartending tricks, which aren't his but Deidara's. Oh, and the pub is definitely a place owned by Nagato, Konan and Yahiko, I just love the idea of Shisui working alongside the Akatsuki and I think he and Deidara would go along like a house on fire, which causes more than one daily headache

Not all of the Akatsuki work at the pub, the place is definitely not big enough to require that many workers and some of them work somewhere else, but even those who have their own job drop by whenever they have time to hang around and have fun together

#uchiha shisui #modern au #I might add more if I get more ideas #I love modern aus so much #and I have so many ideas #it's also one of the few aus where I give Shisui a trauma-free life #he deserves it #as a treat #u.u

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bunnys-babies · 2 years

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Elle’s Commissions - Haikyuu Matchup!! SFW

wc: 4k+

a/n: Hi angel!! Firstly, let me just thank you for sending in a commission!! It means the world to me you had even considered doing so, and I hope I did this matchup justice for you!!! Second, thank you for your immense patience for this to be finished!!! It definitely took me much longer than I wanted, but I hope it will be worth the wait. I love you with all my heart and am sending you much love and appreciation <3

For Haikyuu!!, I match you with…

Yamaguchi Tadashi!!

Relationship HC’s:

You two have the sort of relationship that just makes my heart swell at the thought :(((

When I tell you he is one of, if not the most, patient person one could ever ask for! No matter the situation or reason, he will never bore of taking your hand in his and staying by your side with you. The definition of “through thick or thin”

He’s especially patient and understanding when it comes to any sort of insecurity you express (or don’t express - he has a lot of practice with reading people who have a hard time communicating their feelings or needs sometimes!)

He will never become frustrated or tired of telling you how much he loves you or how beautiful you are to him! Not that you’d need to ask him to remind you too often - he’s very good at communicating how special you are to him :)!

Not only that, but he’d be as patient as you needed for you to open up tp him! He’s in it for the long haul, no matter how long it takes.

I think his personality would blend so so well with yours!! He’s definitely more on the introverted side, but he’s extroverted enough to be able to take the lead in any social situations if needed - and I’d think he’d be able to healthily push your boundaries and pull you out of your shell here and there. But, he’d never push or pull too far, and it’s mostly incidental.

Also, your MBTI’s go together so well. What I see most from those is the ability to communicate feelings in a safe space - which is something that would be very valuable to both of you!

He can get in his own head sometimes too, and having someone who would be able to understand that and comfort him is more than he could ever ask for

He would be so conscious of your feelings always, he’s very perceptive and knows how and when you would need to be pushed to talk about your feelings or some much needed support!

Most importantly, he’d never take advantage of your extreme kindness and selflessness.

Not only does that just not align with him as a person, but as a selfless and caring person himself!

You can be assured that he will always only have good intentions and would never take advantage of your good nature.

He loves your hobbies! And when he gets you to talk about them, he could listen with a genuine smile on his face for hours.

And your way of flirting? Talk about making his heart melt! Nothing gives him butterflies more than seeing you smile and dote on him in any way, shape, or form.

All in all, you’re a dime piece and Yamaguchi would call himself the luckiest man alive to get to be able to call himself yours :).

Now, time for your story:

How you meet…

It was only supposed to be a thoughtful visit, dropping by his best friend's job on his day off with a pair of lunches in hand for the two of them to share. What he wasn’t expecting was for you to be there, gazing at the different exhibits with an inquisitive look in your eye, matching his own as he stared shamelessly with a deep scarlet dusting his cheeks. In a brash moment of self taught confidence, he took a few fateful steps in your direction.

The wind whips harshly across his face, his ears a painful pink, and the scarf that’s wrapped tightly around his neck isn’t doing much to protect him from the cold breeze sending chills down his body either. Tsukishima better consider himself a lucky man with Yamaguchi taking the time out of his day (which was previously spent inside his cozy apartment) to trek into the cold and bring him a warm bento. Of course, it’s only in his nature to not actually expect Tsuki to voice his gratitude - he did it in his classic selfless fashion.

He knew how hard Tsuki worked and how often he overlooked his lunch break as a result, really, it was the least Yamaguchi could do to bring him a homemade lunch every once in a while.

The heavy weight of the doors sent a gust of wind back in his face before he stepped into the heated lobby, not bothering to check in with the front desk as he made his way through the entrance. He’d been here plenty of times now that the staff knew who he was and no longer bothered to charge him for entrance, especially when he flashed them that charming smile and welcoming wave.

“Hello, sir! Can I offer you a pamphlet discussing the details of our newest exhibit? There’s also a directory on the back that you may find useful!” A shaky hand jutted forward, a little too close to his face, as they smiled forcefully.

“Ah, um, thank you! I’d hate to get lost, have a nice day. Stay warm!” With the pair of them giving the other an awkward nod, he resumed his path to find Tsukishima. Did he need a directory in case he got lost? Of course not, there wasn’t a nook or cranny he wasn’t familiar with at this museum by now. But, he was sure that the poor employee had heard plenty of “no thank you”s today, and it doesn’t hurt to be considerate.

Turning the next corner sharply, he shoved the pamphlet into his jacket pocket with a crinkle that echoed against the walls of the empty exhibit he was passing through - scratch that, nearly empty.

His footsteps came to an embarrassingly quick halt as his eyes laid on the silhouette pulling him in from a distance; the silhouette of you. He’s unsure of what possessed him, but his feet began drawing him closer to you before he could stop himself. The intrigue of you greater than anything the exhibit had to offer.

You stood only feet away from him now, the dim orange-ish hue of the lights casting shadows around you; an invisible barrier daring him to cross it and make himself known, to introduce himself, an opportunity to say something witty, to say anything.

He’s been here too many times to count, often enough to see familiar faces of patrons who often frequent their favorite exhibits (sometimes it seems they just want an excuse to talk to other unknowing patrons and boast their extensive knowledge, but it's endearing to a fault.). But you, you’re new.

He racks his brain for even the slightest twinge of a memory of your face before as he finishes the last few steps to be standing silently at your side, although not uncomfortably close, but nothing comes up.

Gulping (a little dramatically), he glances at you from the side to get a better look at your face. His heart feels like it’s beating out of his chest at the sight of you up close. His eyes scan your features as the blush from his earlier walk comes back to paint his cheeks (oh god what if you notice? Maybe he can blame it on the weather…).

A small, bashful smile spreads across your face as you keep your eyes hyper-focused on the display in front of you. How long was this guy going to keep staring at you before he said something, what does he want? Should you speak up first?

Hmm, might as well. It’s now or never.

“So, are you-”

“Ya know, I haven’t-”

Your voices start and stop in sync as they bump over one another, an even deeper scarlet encompassing all of his face and ears.

Taking a deep breath, you turn your face to look up at his, kindly gesturing towards him.

“Sorry, go right ahead.”

If his eyes had the capability to sparkle, they’d be brighter than the lights in Sendai city right now. A crooked smile spread across his face as he took you in, forgetting to speak as he was overtaken in an overwhelming feeling of adoration. How lucky was he to have decided to bring Tsuki lunch today?

“Oh, uh, or I can go first.” You laugh awkwardly and turn your eyes to look at the ground, nibbling nervously on the inside of your cheek.

Of course he had to be cute.

“Oh! I was just going to say, um, I don’t recognize you. I’m here pretty often and, uh, I’m pretty good with faces, too. So, yeah.” His mouth suddenly felt dry as he offered you his best smile, and at the feeling of the corners of his mouth begin to shake, his body goes hot and his hands begin to get clammy.

“Oh, I see. Is it a problem that you don’t recognize me?” Slightly bewildered from his exclamation, you stare back with innocently furrowed brows - only for them to shoot up in surprise at his response.

“Yes, it is a problem that I don’t know you properly, actually.” Clearing his throat, he holds up a bag next to his face, “Maybe we can fix that by getting to know each other over some lunch? I brought enough for two.”

Sorry, Tsuki.

Just this once, maybe being a little selfish would be worth it. The universe owes him this one, right? He’s almost only ever selfless, he can have this one thing, can’t he?

“I guess I have no choice but to help you out then, do I?” Fiddling with your hands, you look up at him to meet his eyes once more. And he swears he can see them sparkling under the lights, but maybe he’s just imagining it.

Regardless, he thanks the universe for this chance as the two of you walk together to find a spot to sit and chat. And secretly, he thanks the universe for you, too.

Your first date…

Yamaguchi doesn’t know if perfect dates are a thing to actually exist. But what he does know is that with the way you look, your quiet laughs, and gentle - even if accidental - touches, he thinks this could go down in history as the most perfect first date known to man.

To Yamaguchi, the lunch you two shared at the museum wasn’t a date - not a proper one, at least. For it to count as a date, one needs to be formally asked, expectations of romance need to be in place, so of course he asked before you parted last week. And now, it was the fateful day.

He thought that maybe a week would be long enough for him to prepare himself, for him to calm his nerves and relax his breathing the next time he saw you, but that proved to be incorrect as he watched you walk through the doors of the bookshop and head in his direction. He could’ve sworn he was under cardiac arrest when you gave him that smile and gentle wave. God, the things you do to him.

“Hi-”

“You look lovely, wow.” He was a little embarrassed at the sound of his own voice and the quickness with which he spoke. He sounded slightly out of breath and it was laced with a desperation he hoped had gone missed by you, not to mention he completely cut you off - for the second time now.

“Ah, sorry I keep doing that, what were you gonna say?” He followed you as you smiled and began sifting through the aisles of books.

“Don’t worry, I was just saying hello, nothing too important. Um, thank you by the way. I was actually feeling a little unsure so it’s good to know I made the right decision with my outfit today.” You hoped your own nervousness didn’t shine through too much. You liked him, really liked him, and it’d be a shame to do something to screw it up.

Although it’s been only a week since you’ve first seen each other, you’ve spent it texting each other back and forth. He’d even called you once on his lunch break while you were in between classes. You found him kind, soft but not shy enough to leave room in the conversation for awkward pauses. He was marvelous, and you could only hope he felt the same.

If only you knew just how shy you really made him feel. How he was losing sleep over the butterflies in his stomach at the mere thought of getting to see you again, the way his eyes lit up at the sound of his ringtone, and the way he fidgeted with his hair in the reflection of the window until he saw you walk by; you made him feel like he was in high school all over again.

“Well, I’m sure your other option looked just as lovely. How’s your day been?”

The two of you talked as you continued to browse, the conversation never falling victim to a lull or misplaced joke. It was going so well, you hadn’t even noticed the time.

A creak in the wooden floor to your right, followed by the friendly face of the shop owner, let you know instead - as well as startling you as you yelped and stumbled back into the chest of your date.

“Oh goodness, my apologies! I just wanted to let you two know the store will be closing in about 10 minutes. But no rush, just let me know when you’re ready to check out.” With a quick nod of their head, they turned on their heels and made a quick exit towards the front of the store (presumably where the register will be).

You were so busy clutching your chest and catching your breath, it took you a moment to notice the warmth against your back. It wasn’t until a pair of equally warm hands gently rested on your shoulders and a quiet laugh vibrated against your spine that you realized you’d stumbled into Yamaguchi.

“You okay? I didn’t know you were so jumpy.” His voice is low and soft as he whispers in your ear, his hair tickling your neck from the way he’s leaning down to speak.

“Y-yeah, sorry, I didn’t mean to bump into you.” You kept your eyes trained onto the grain of the wood beneath your feet, embarrassed enough to make your face go hot but apparently not enough to move quickly out of his grasp. He was warm, and inviting, and he’s yet to move himself or you. Should you step away or -

Before you have time to make a decision, he makes one for you.

Standing back up to his full height, he steps to the side of you and drags his hands along your shoulders, and down your arm, until one is resting at the bend of your wrist.

Warm, calloused fingers tentatively dance along the palm of your hand until they’re intertwined with your own, pulling you gently in the direction of the store owner.

“C’mon, we should probably check out.”

Swallowing your nerves, and doing your best to hide the giddy smile across your face, you follow.

Some “thank you”’s, “have a nice day”’s, and “goodbye”’s later, you now stand outside the closed bookshop - hand still comfortably in his grasp.

“I had a-”

“Thank you-”

Rather than apologize this time, Yamaguchi lets an airy chuckle fall past his lips with his eyes crinkled close.

“Alright, alright, you go first this time.” With a couple of squeezes to your hand, he waits for you to go on.

“I was just going to say thank you, for coming out with me tonight. I had a really lovely time.” He can almost barely hear you, but his heart flutters all the same when you squeeze his hand back.

“I had an amazing time, too. If you’re willing, I’d really enjoy seeing you again sometime.” It’s his turn to speak softly as he eagerly awaits your response.

Fiddling with his fingers instead of your own, you nod your head and let a smile form for the upteenth time that night - your cheeks were starting to hurt.

You can tell that might be a problem for you in the future, and you find yourself only hoping that will be the case. Lucky for you, Yamaguchi is thinking the same thing.

Your first kiss…

First kisses are tough, awkward most times, although hopefully endearing. Yearning for a perfect kiss is nothing to be ashamed of, and neither is waiting, something Yamaguchi could do good learning. But when his lips interlock with yours, and you feel the way you do, who cares about how it happened - it felt better than he could’ve dreamed of.

A month, almost two months to be exact, since Yamaguchi’s asked you to be his, and he’s yet to ask you for a kiss. It’s not that he’s waiting this long on purpose, he just wants it to be perfect, and to him there hasn’t been a perfect moment yet. Or if he thinks it might be the right time, he takes one look at you and can’t be helped to become full of insecurity. What if you’re not ready yet? What if you think he’s a bad kisser? And by the time he’s shunned the thoughts away, the moment’s passed. And here he is, coming up against the same problem again.

You’re sat in his living room, on his couch, with your legs in his lap as he rubs your calves soothingly and he feels a bit of pride swell in his chest at the sight of you. His girlfriend, and here he is - your boyfriend.

His hands transition from lovingly squeezing to running his fingers along your skin, hearts in his eyes as you laugh at the television.

Now, he should do it now.

No, not now. You’re watching TV, and clearly enjoying it, how rude of him… right?

Beginning to get frustrated, he sighs to himself and turns his attention back to the show playing in front of you both, his hands coming to a full stop as he pouts not-so-discreetly (unbeknownst to him).

Why can’t he just do it?

You’re so… kissable, and yet he can’t do it? How pa-

“Tadashi? Are you okay?” Your soft voice and tender touch to his arm pulls him out of his own self deprecating thoughts.

“Hm? Yeah! Just thinkin’.” Reaching over to squeeze the hand rubbing up and down his bicep he gives you the sincerest smile he can muster, however knowing the difference between a true Yamaguchi smile and a fake one is definitely one of your skill sets.

With a frown and small sigh of your own, you flip the television off and pull your legs out of his lap to sit up next to him.

His breath hitches in his throat as your hands lift to cup the sides of his face, your thumbs rubbing gingerly back and forth. His freckles become more prominent under your touch, and his breath begins to intermingle with yours as you bring your face closer to his.

“You can talk to me, or tell me whatever you need, but something’s clearly upsetting you. Let me make it better, please?” With a hopeful lilt in your voice, you flicker your eyes across his face to read anything from his expression, but you draw a blank as he stares back without a response.

“Do you want a hug?”

“No.”

You come to a stop and stare at him with furrowed brows at his sudden intensity.

Bigger, warm hands come up to cover your own before sliding off your wrists, coming back up to cup your own cheeks. He leans in closer, lips brushing against yours as he speaks, making you shudder.

“Kiss me instead?” His voice is barely above a whisper, but you wouldn't need to hear his words to know what he’s asking.

Unable to speak yourself, you simply nod your head with a lick of your lips.

Hesitantly, he closes the gap that's left between you both with a feather like peck, lasting only a few seconds. The soft click of your lips as he pulls away sends goosebumps down his body and lights a fire in his stomach. Leaning in again, he kisses you once more. It’s longer, more confident, and he can’t help but smile when you sigh against his lips.

Fine, this is definitely perfect.

The moment he knew you were the one…

It was simple, sweet, something he never knew he needed until you took his hands into yours and showed him all the different ways love could be beautiful. The reason love is so cherished. And that was the moment he knew nobody else would be the one to take his heart, it was yours to keep. You, his one and only.

Some days are tougher than others, that’s what he tells himself as he walks past your front door. And sometimes, tough days can turn into tough weeks. But he doesn’t know why. What is this rut he’s stuck in? It seems that every thought he has from dusk until dawn this past week has been nothing but negative.

You should be working harder, Yamaguchi. You should be pushing yourself harder. You’re lucky they haven’t fired you. Don’t be surprised when you don’t get that promotion you’ve been working for, you don’t deserve it. You aren’t working hard enough for it.

One thought sparks another and they spiral and spiral until he’s on the verge of tears, but he doesn’t know why this feeling hasn’t gone away yet. Sure, he struggles with negative self talk here and there, most people do. But this week has been unprecedented, even for him.

He knows it’s probably because of the interview he has tomorrow for that promotion he’s been working so hard for. Headaches have been all too common for him these past couple days and he just needs a break.

Thankfully for him, he has you by his side. You, who can sometimes see his limits before himself.

He’s thankful for you inviting him over for dinner again, no mind the short notice. And it’s almost like magic, the way being in your home for a matter of mere minutes has his lungs taking deeper breaths and the tension already beginning to dissipate from his shoulders and that spot in the back of his neck.

“Hey, you.”

Your voice, soft and welcoming, washes over him in a warmth as he turns around to find you standing with open arms. Taking two large steps in your direction, he lets you wrap your arms around his torso, his head leaning down to rest on top of yours as you hum and breath into his chest.

A groan of distaste almost slips past his lips as you pull yourself away from him, toned arms doing their best to keep against him, but you stay, sliding your arms up his chest until they’ve made their way to his tie. He’s not sure why, but the action has tears forming on his lash line, hot globs of them threatening to spill down the apples of his cheeks.

It’s so tender, so full of love, the way you silently loosen the fabric until you can pull it off completely. Wiping the tears he hadn’t known he’d shed away from his jaw, you pull him down for a soft and quick kiss.

His breath shudders as he pulls away, resting his forehead against your own.

You are everything, the only thing he thinks he’d ever need in his life to be happy. He thinks it might sound a little obsessive, but you never fail to catch him at his lowest and remind him he is loved, and he can only hope he makes you feel the same.

“I love you.”

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Here you go angel!! I hope you enjoyed it and it was everything you were looking for - I love you! @sweetbambi

#thank you again Angel baby!!!!

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captain kirk sir please. with all due respect sir stop making your boyfriend so mad he has to physically get up pour himself a drink and get into your other boyfriend's lap for emotional support. it has been zero days since he last put you in horny jail sooner or later you're going to give him an aneurysm. sir do you hear m

anyways if y'all want the blank template just lmk ig ¯⁠\(⁠´⁠ー⁠｀⁠)/⁠¯ tag me if u make funnies i'd love to see em

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ignisnocturnalia · 3 years

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Hehehe I lied, but it is here now! Had a crisis about being done with my Band director's bull and wanting a grade on something really bad, did the former and decided to simply disintegrate once Friday hit. Drifter HCs will follow this, also may I say Caiatl. That is all.

Nokris x Reader

“You are a child reaching for a flame; the Taken Queen would not have you burnt.”

You were on point during the Strange Terrain strike, but you had never thought you would run into Nokris again. Granted, you realized, his death was on the physical plain while his Throne World still stood. Considering he never directly addressed you, you assumed that he either didn’t remember you or he chose not to, as oddly disappointing as that would be. The timbre of his voice unsettled you, but it was not as wracking as Xol’s; in fact, it was rather pleasing to hear.

The proposition itself was unexpected, and against Eris’s previous warnings you stopped to listen to what the Hive heretic had to say. Trekking quietly along the broken path of the distorted realm, you stopped occasionally to stare at blights littered over walls and floating in the air to see if you could catch a glimpse of the desecrated prince. The telltale sign of Taken emerging from their portals filled the air, and you genuinely prayed that you’re next decision was a wise one.

Your ghost was probably screaming on the inside as you placed your guns to the floor, bringing your hands into the air while staring into the gleaming eye of a Knight. Grabbing your arm roughly, it tugged you through a massive doorway leading to a room that was strikingly similar to the Court of Oryx back at the Dreadnaught. The portal at the center of the room shimmered invitingly as the bony bastard himself came out; even in death, he appeared to be in his prime.

“I see you have heeded my advice; come, hope of the Light, see the Darkness.”

His claws are cold as he grasps at your shoulders despite the solar flame surging over his arms. Feeling bold, you let your own solar light extend past your body, lying comfortably across his neck with a warm glow. As a creature who worships the Darkness facing a servant of the Light, he reasonably withdraws with a hiss at your gesture

You won’t say it out loud because he obviously carries himself with extreme pride, but you can’t help but feel bad for him. How can one person be an exiled son, heretic, servant, and now puppet?

“I won’t serve Savathûn. But I think I wouldn't mind spending time with you.” Before he can question you, you are promptly pulled from the realm by Eris.

Cue Vanguard interrogation once you return to the Tower. The talk is so egregiously long you make a move that would make Cayde damn proud: “GuArDiAn, We’Re NoT yEt FiNiShEd WiTh ThIs DiScUsSiOn!” Hopefully your shining reputation will save you from any dire repercussions...

Tracing your steps back to where you first met, you look around suspiciously following the lack of noise inside the Hive breeding grounds. You had cut your comm ages ago, the constant ping of Commander Zavala’s hailing grating your ears. The ground beneath your feet crunched wetly with every step, and distantly you heard the first Hive screech. Turning in a guess to the source of the sound, you set off in a quick pace, gun in your hand.

Upon entering a new chamber, you froze in surprise as you saw Nokris lifting a Knight by the throat. Taken magic pooled in his palm and raced over the armor of the smaller Hive, the bone turning black and a bright white glow shimmering across its legs. Still gripping the soldier, Nokris slowly angled his head to look down at you.

“Little. Light.” Dropping the Knight with no grace, his imposing form closed in on you with haste. Before you could take a step back, his claws came up to close around your jaw and upper neck. The rough of his talons dug into your armor, and for a moment you worried he would pop off your helmet and let your blood boil throughout your body in the harsh atmosphere. Instead, he pulled you closer to his face and brought up his free hand to grasp your forearm.

Nokris easily dwarfed you; even if you stood on your own shoulders you wouldn’t be taller than him. Passively, your thighs rubbed against each other at the realization. A detail he decided he would catch. Teasing mirth danced in his three eyes, hidden malice swimming just behind small organs. Internally, you were probably going to pop your helmet off yourself if you got kink shamed by a Hive prince of all things.

You squeaked quietly in surprise as he lifted you off the ground, the hand on your lower face readjusting to your hip. His hand, quite literally, engulfed your midsection as he brought you closer to him for inspection. This close, you could see every imperfection on his face. Second hand leaving your arm, you shivered as the prince ran a digit up the side of your leg and continued his way up, stopping thoughtfully at the junction of your jaw.

Staring into the glowing green embers of his eyes, there was no mistaking the murderous glint in them. At the same time, curiosity had made its home among his more dangerous faculties.

"You found me once, you came to me twice. Find me again, at the other side in the field of ash under the dark tower.” Letting you to the floor, Nokris turned his back and departed to Traveler knows where through the portal with the long forgotten Knight. Sinking to your knees in stunned silence, you looked down as a nearly imperceptible squeal broke the quiet. In front of you, was a Hive worm.

“No.” Before you could even speak, your Ghost gave its earful.

“I can’t not take it! I probably need it to find him. Either way, I told you one of these worms would be coming home eventually, look at its wittle face.” Your Ghost made gagging noises as you fawned over the wriggling creature you held between your hands. Tucking the three eyed larva under your arm, you set out to find the way back out.

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The next week felt like hell. The worm continued to get bigger with every mission you went on and keeping it a secret from the Vanguard was close to impossible. You had been wracking your brain for the answer to his riddle, and to be completely honest, it made you feel inadequate that you couldn’t figure it out. You knew the other side meant the Ascendant Realm, but what was the dark tower? Where was the field of ash? You had initially thought it was at Skywatch, what with the Hive ship jutting out of the ground and the small pile of chitin inside the cave not too far away, but there wasn’t enough ash for it to be a field, nor was it under the ship point.

It wasn’t until a light snow dusted the Tower one evening that it all clicked. He didn’t mean ash ash. He meant snow!

In a rush to the hangar, you waved a hasty goodbye to Holliday and transmatted into your ship, pulling out a layer of blankets to reveal your now cat sized worm. The grub squeed and reached its head up to your palm, crawling sluggishly into your hands. Holding the worm to your chest, you settled down in the pilot ship and gave your Ghost to plot a course. There was only one place on Earth constantly coated in snow with a structure that could be considered a dark tower.

“Ghost, set course for the Plaguelands. He’s at the Doomed Sea.”

You hadn’t been to the ravaged lands since the Siva Crisis; the whole territory gave you heebie jeebies. And yet, you were returning because one of humanity’s imminent threats wanted a chat that, realistically, ended with your head rolling on the floor.

The closer you got to your destination, the more restless the worm in your arms got. In fact, you could swear it was whispering something. Your skin crawled for a moment as you felt the phantom brush of his claw up your leg.

The moment your feet touched the ground, the world around you stuttered as the colors faded into grayscale, giving way to the Ascendant landscape. Below you, there was no mistaking the keen whispers of the worm. Its words were encouraging in a macabre way, praise and blatant lies; speaking of how well you fed it, talents being wasted on a god that heeds you not, urging you towards the ominous building looming over the shoreline.

Dust swept across at a rapid pace, as usual, in the warped realm. Coming up to the alcove, you saw him with his back turned to you. In a smooth turn, he faced you at last. Beautiful, blazing emeralds.

Relationship HCs

His idea of a relationship has wildly different parameters than any normal human would put up with

No matter where you are, or what you're doing, you can feel him at the back of your mind like a fog; it's a bit disconcerting to hear him talk in your head at first, but it becomes normal and he's actually quite helpful when you're out on missions

He expects you to help him study thanatonautics since you can die and be brought back within moments, but that's up to if you have enough charisma to convince your Ghost to let your bone boyfriend crush your skull repeatedly to see what you can learn about death

The relationship feels more like a symbiotic one rather than a romantic one, but you occassionally catch him practicing human gestures you've seen couples perform in public if he's feeling particularly good on a day

You're probably the only person who listens to him talk about all of his schtick and is able to give viable feedback; he is more thankful than he will let on about this fact

He does not like it when you try blocking him off from your thoughts and will demand to know everything you've done in the day when you see him again. In his perspective, he thinks you're trying to leave him behind like everyone else has

Will not handhold, because his hand can literally fit around your torso and because he thinks it's weird. He will, however, carry you places if you're going the same direction

He also thinks kissing is weird, but will (surprisingly!) actually let you give him kisses on his teeth; the sensation of soft flesh on his cold bones is unusual, but something he finds utterly riveting. Not that he'd let you know

Also doesn't like the amount of straight barbarity you inflict on the battlefield, but can appreciate your efficiency with your job; this is him silently worrying about your safety but refusing to acknowledge his crush on the flame throwing ape

His communication regarding affection is terrible, and if you couldn't tell shame on you. His favorite thing about you, that you will never hear from him or anyone else, is your face. He likes the way it changes into different expressions, the life in your eyes, and your lips because Hive physically cannot emote as expressively as humans do; you are an open book he has yet to read, adding new pages everyday

Nsfw 👁👄👁

First off, however you get the size difference to work, congratulations. His height over you is something he enjoys immensely when you two get into it, and it goes without saying he also likes how you "hug" him

He will fuck anywhere, literally anywhere. The floor? Yes. Against the wall? Yes. Hope you're somewhat of an exhibitionist, because he is not ashamed if any of his or Savathûn's troops walk in on you and will keep going

He bites a lot, and is not afraid to make you bleed because your Ghost can just patch you right up

Likewise, he will scratch you everywhere but he does stop to play with the softer spots

He is rough and fast, going after his own release rather than yours; however, he has high stamina so chances are you'll be overstimulated before he finishes

Absolutely a dom, he will not meet in the middle about anything of sexual nature

If you don't actively fight for your life during his build up, he will take that as the go ahead. He may be a Hive heretic, but he has standards

You don't really have the opportunity to find his sensitive spots as he usually restrains your arms, holding them above your head or pinning them down at your sides

He rarely makes actual noises, but he does hiss lowly whenever he makes particularly hard thrusts

He knows that copulation won't result in little Hive/Human hybrids running around with his blood in their veins, so 9 times out of 10 he will hilt himself and come inside you

Fluff

Uhhh, a w k w a r d

Anything that's fluffy is strictly delivered by you, and occasionally returned by Nokris since he doesn't get the point of such pleasantries

If you're fast enough, he will never get upset if you can sneak up on him for a smooch

Whatever he is doing, if you are available he much prefers having you by his side to have an extra set of eyes to help him observe (at least that's what he says)

Since his physical marks are healed quickly, he gifts you odds and ends from old planets his people have pillaged and little items you can wear on noticeable places

Hides it very well, but is extremely thrilled when you come to him when you want to do or learn something new

When you're particularly frustrated by something, he will comb his claws through your hair to his best abilities

Whenever you're with him, his demeanor is typically calmer; Savathûn's presence and influence over him is highly diminished in the face of your Light

The one thing he will willingly do with you that's remotely romantic is stargazing; not because of the romantic element, oh no, but because he wants to catalogue any changes and is very invested in teaching you about space faring

Has nicknames for you like Little Light or >Insert any game seal<

#destiny 2 #relationship headcanon #nokris #nokris x reader #eris morn #oryx the taken king #commander zavala #savathûn

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kevin-day-is-bi · 2 years

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headcanon: neil has a "dad" sneeze and usually never gets bad enough allergies that people notice but when andrew's gang is driving to columbia some dust tickles neil's nose and he sneezes so loudly and suddenly that andrew swerves and nearly veers off the road. the other boys are sworn to secrecy because andrew doesn't want people to know he got startled that badly by a sneeze.

(when the foxes are all having lunch, nicky secretly tries blowing pepper in neil's direction to make him sneeze loudly again)

Do you just send me your aftg hcs now??? I am so okay with this!

1. My dad has such a dad sneeze and it is t e r r i f y i n g

2. The reactions I'm seeing are:

Andrew: heart attack + swerves off the road

Nicky: alarmed, and then delighted because Andrew is still breathing hard half an hour later

Kevin: Loses his fucking mind. how can a sneeze be that loud. what the fuck neil

Aaron: Literally he does not care. He jumped and then was MUCH more freaked out by the fact they are now hurtling across two lanes of traffic while Andrew screeches/hyperventilates

3. i'm thinking of nicky succeeding and and making him sneeze and everyone is terrified and nicky is almost murdered and then everyone is just in silence on the way home and then kevin just bursts out with a 'WHY ARE NONE OF YOU CONCERNED??? IS THAT A NORMAL NOISE TO MAKE? LITERALLY WHAT THE FUCK'

it is midnight, I am watching star trek, and i am w h e e z i n g over this idea

#asks #asked and answered #all-things-breathing

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writing-for-me-at-this-point · 4 years

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She Wolf | Main Trio | HC’s

Request: Castlevania HCs for Sypha, Alucard, and Trevor traveling with a young, teen-like S/O whose many years older due to her being a werewolf, but still considered young by werewolf standards. She's playful, has better tracking senses, and can cast wind and earth magic, since Sypha normally uses fire and water/ice magic. Plus, her class role in the group is a rogue, or a ranger, making her the fastest member in the group

Word Count: 1144 words

Page Count: 3.3 pages

A/n: hope you like it!

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- You would meet them soon after they left for the Belmont Hold.

- Then they heard a deer trekking rather quickly as they passed, uncaring since the attack on them from night creatures last night.

- They were traveling through the woods and heard someone running, panting and they all tensed, wondering why someone was such a situation.

- You ended up crashing into Sypha, but you realized it before her, so you wrapped your arms and twisted your body so you landed on your back and her on your chest.

- "I'm so sorry! I was running for that deer and- I didn't mean to!"

- You flashed a sorry smile as you helped her get up, sighing once the deer was out of range, deciding the help her dust off.

- "I'm sorry again, really."

- "It's quite alright! Though, why would you be running for a deer? Where are your weapons? You were quite fast! What's your name?" She gushed in amazement once she saw you stand up fully.

- "Sypha stand back."

- Oh no.

- "Sypha, please, it is for your safety."

- The two men she was traveling with had separated the two of you, one holding out a whip and another unsheathing his sword.

- "Uh- hey guys! Come on, I mean no harm!" You held your hands up as you walked backwards slowly, trying to defuse the situation, which was only made worse once they saw your elongated nails.

- "What's going on? Trevor? Alucard?"

- "She's a werewolf Sypha, and a powerful one at that, she has a complete human form." The brunette stated.

- "And carries some powerful magic as well, I can sense it, she is a hybrid of sorts."

- Oh no.

- Not again.

- "Please, I mean no harm, I just wanted to hunt a deer."

- "And how can we trust you?"

- "You would have to take my word for it."

- They were dead silent, and your mind was racing, unable to think of a way to get them to trust you.

- Until...

- "I can get you all food for tonight, as a starting point."

- They all stilled, looked to each other as Sypha and Trevor's stomachs growled.

- "Fine."

- You ended up hunting later, with Alucard close and in the area, making sure to keep an eye on you so you don't loop around and attack them.

- You both spoke sparsely to each other, but he did enjoy the energy you radiated, until he relaxed and only followed in the trees.

- You took down a boar that was about five meters from where the camp was, and in the meantime Alucard managed to grab some vegetation he deemed safe.

- When you came back a fire was set up, you skinned the boar and allowed Trevor to take meat to cook for him, Sypha, and you.

- You were a bit more energetic as they relaxed about you, comparing you to a puppy.

- "How old are you again?"

- "Physically I'm nineteen."

- :D

- "And, chronologically?"

- You chuckled and rubbed your head in embarrassment.

- "I'm still a baby in wolf standards, but I'm sixty!"

- :D

- "S-Sixty?"

- They all choked a bit.

- They definitely enjoy your energy, and when you laugh all their hearts flutter a bit, you were a light.

- "So, you're a hybrid? Like me?"

- "Yes! My mother was a wolf, but my father was a powerful magician/sorcerer and together they made me!"

- "They must have loved you very much, from what I can see, your personality says much."

- "They did, but I love them more, they're amazing."

- "Hm."

- In the Belmont Hold Trevor literally put you on a leash, thinking it was funny, though Alucard and Sypha were not as pleased.

- You had a good chuckle.

- Then the night creatures came.

- Since Sypha and Alucard were working on the mirror, you went with Trevor to the stairwell, deciding to hold off the night creatures while Trevor managed to kill them.

- You've caught him at least 3 times, the man always falling off the fucking edge.

- Once they were taken care of (on your end at least), you went to the others to make sure they were okay, before you felt the Hold shake.

- "Where did you land the castle, Sypha?"

- "Right on top of us!"

- :)

- "God why have you abandoned me?"

- You used magic to stabilize the hold, manipulating the metal mores in the area to reinforce the ceiling and pillars.

- After leaving the Hold, you jumped off the giant ice pillar before Sypha threw it into the distance, you used the metals again to create a new seal.

- "It isn't magic, but it is quite heavy, and should keep it safe."

- "Thank you."

- "No problem, Trevor."

- :)

- During the fight against Dracula's remaining army and some other vampires you didn't recognize, you maneuvered yourself from the sides, changing into a wolf form and going after the silver-armored vampires.

- Until Alucard changed into a wolf?

- You were confused, but it didn't matter at the moment.

- Once Dracula was in all of your sights, you managed to get in some deep scratches on his stomach and back before he kicked you away.

- You tried to trap him in a metal formation from the metal and stone in the walls, but he broke free quickly.

- "Shit."

- Alucard broke through walls and tackled his father, causing considerable damage before moving room to room, you coughed as the dust got caught in your lungs.

- "Come on! They're up here!"

- You ran up with Sypha and Trevor, seeing a decaying and decrepit Dracula reach for his son, you held onto Trevor and Sypha- keeping an eye as Dracula held onto his son before falling back, Trevor going to slice his head off, you went to Alucard to check if he was okay.

- Sypha burned his body, and dark and weeping souls left the old vampire, Alucard held onto you as the wind picked up.

- "We... oh god."

- When all was over, and Sypha and Trevor went to leave, you decided to stay with Alucard- seeing he needed support and someone to help him as he grieved.

- "I'm going to miss you two."

- "You can always come with us."

- You looked back to Alucard, and your heart dropped, you shook your head.

- "I can't. He needs someone."

- When they left, you waved them off as Alucard smirked and flipped them (Trevor) off, causing you to cackle a bit.

- "Well, now what?"

- "We rebuild."

#castlevania x reader #castlevania imagine #Castlevania reader insert #castlevania x y/n #castlevania x you #alucard x reader #alucard x you #alucard x y/n #trevor x reader #trevor belmont x reader #sypha x reader #x reader #reader insert

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booklovingturtle · 4 years

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Cardan finds out how Balekin tortured Jude

This turned out to be longer than planned. As soon as I submitted my last final assignment for the semester, I opened up Tumblr and wrote this for @duarteegreenbriar bc of this post. You can def expect another fic where he finds about Locke *wink wink*

I hope you enjoy it! This is kinda like hc/fic based in QON while Jude is still exiled. Also its unedited because I wanted to get this out before I went on Christmas break.

“We have news for you,” was the Bomb’s way of greeting Cardan one earlier morning. Yellow and pinks drops of sunrise had just barely started to fall over Elfhame when he received the Roach’s message, asking to meet.

Not too far into Jude’s exile and a few months since the old Court of Shadows had been demolished meant that the High King and his Queen’s band of spies were meeting in an old cellar long since forgotten in the palace. The only way to even enter it was through an opening Cardan had used his new-found magic to make. The opening was hidden in a fake armoire of one of their guests rooms. The room itself was perpetual damp, insufficiently furnished, and lacking any of fun memories the old court held. But it was well protected from prying ears and hard to access so it would due.

“How are my favorite pair of mischievous friends?” Cardan smirked reflexively at the serious look on their faces. His tail twitched uncomfortably beneath his clothes.

Mouth in a thin line. Back straight. Eyes narrowed. Hand on nearest weapon. Yes, everything about the way they stood told him whatever he was going to hear would not be pleasant.

“We have news,” the Roach mimicked his companion’s no-nonsense tone.

“So I’ve heard,” Cardan rolled his eyes. He retied the thick red cape he’d thrown on himself to fight of the chill of the cellar. It gave his hands something to do other than twitch at his sides. “Jude?”

“Yes and no.” The Bomb started. “She’s fine. Safe as usually doing some odd jobs for a faerie in the mortal world.”

“This about what happened before her exile.” Roach continued. His beady eyes were unreadable as usual. “We looked into Balekin’s connections with the Sea as you asked us to. We found out what Orlagh had been doing with Jude while she was imprisoned.”

A lump sat in his throat. No matter where she was Jude always felt like the center of his world. He couldn’t go longer than an hour awake or asleep without thinking about her. Her time in the Undersea had only intensified the problem for him.

“Out with it. What did you discover?”

“You already know that Balekin thought he could glamour her. I-” the Bomb looked anxiously at the Roach. They shared a glance and she pulled a weathered envelope from inside her coat. “We think it might be best if you just read this. It’s a collection of court documents detailing what the Undersea would do to her.”

“I don’t understand. Why would they keep records of that? What use do they have of collecting memories of Jude’s torture? I thought those events were mostly private for Orlagh’s own pleasure.”

“We can only assume that there were more people attending them than Jude was led to believe. Perhaps as secret spectators. One can only guess what Undersea’s Queen was plotting.”

“There’s more. Some came from Balekin’s personal journals, uncovered despite Orlagh’s attempt to destroy any evidence of her alliance with him.”

Cardan couldn’t stand their cautious looks. He turned to face the wall behind him. He wasn’t sure if it was possible to feel such a heady mix hate and fear and sorrow and freedom all at one time. Every mention of Balekin’s name was like a blow to the stomach.

“Just tell me what happened.”

“We think it might be best if you read it. You don’t have to. There’s nothing really useful to us if you’d prefer to not know exactly what they did.” The Bomb said I’m a voice usually soft for her.

“She’s right. But I think it’s important that you know regardless. Take the papers. Read them if you want to. When you’re ready.” The Roach said in a way that suggested that it shouldn’t have even been an option to not read what was contained inside the envelope.

Cardan faced them again. The Bomb handed him the collection of papers and left. The Roach stayed back long enough to warn the High King.

“It won’t be easy. What you find in there.”

Cardan looked him in the eyes, trying to find some comfort or understanding that he could lean on. Instead he just found pity.

“Thank you. Tell the Bomb that I appreciate it. No matter what I find.”

Roach nodded and walked out of the cellar. Within seconds it was just Cardan standing in a damp cellar by himself. He stared at the weighted envelop. It felt like it was full of explosive lead, not weathered folded leaves of paper.

Cardan tucked it into his belt and trekked back up to his room. The guards lined outside of his chambers looked curiously at the sight of their High King. He closed the door behind him and stripped off the heavy cloak. Cardan sat at the bench at the foot of his large bed. He wasn’t sure if it was his right to know what happened to her during her imprisonment. If Jude had wanted to share those details with him then she would have.

Cardan stared at an empty corner of his room. A spiraling curl of vines snaked up the walls. White dahlia’s sprung up amidst the green leaves. He’d been practicing how to control his pull of the land for a few months now but it still felt odd to be able to sway nature this way and that.

He thought about the dizzying display of power he’d used when he was face to face with Orlagh. It had felt as if the very land he stood on bowed beneath his fists. He knew she’d never admit it but he remembered the look on Jude’s face when she’d first realized what was happening. She was impressed by all that he’d learned to do while she was gone.

Not gone. Captured. Held prisoner.

Cardan didn’t let himself second guess his decision. He yanked the envelop open and scanned the first few documents.

The mortal is starting to loose it’s sanity. It’s clear even the glamour can’t help it hold on much longer. It is much thinner than it had been when Orlagh first brought it. There are also a considerable number of marks left along its body. Rumor has it the princess herself may be responsible fo them.

Cardan felt like throwing up. He remembered how Jude had looked like a ghost when she'd first returned. All bones and angles when she’d been hard muscle and soft skin.

He closed his eyes, trying to ignore the images of her skin touching his. Of his fingers touching her. The papers in this hands made him sick to his stomach. They called her an it. And said she had marks. Not one but many.

The dahlia’s crumbled up and withered to dust. Hot pink heart-shaped buds bloomed in their place.

He flipped to the next page, recognizing the handwriting of the thick stationary paper. His hand was shaking by the time he go to the end of the torn journal entry.

Jude has been an interesting toy. A fun toy. Her attachment to my brother has been a mystery. I though perhaps she had some sort of secret or piece of black mail to hold over him. Even with the glamor, she hasn’t revealed anything if she does. Though the nature of their relationship is still unknown, I believe I have a way of figuring it out.

Cardan stood abruptly. His body hummed with nervous. His tail wriggled uncomfortably until it came loose. It swung behind him and Cardan had to step away from the bench to keep it from slamming against it. The next journal entry had him regretting he’d stood up.

Any suspicions I’d had of their relationship have been answered. I used a glamour to force her to kiss me as she would kiss my brother. It worked perfectly. It was horrendous. I hate myself for even asking her to do it. For degrading myself enough to touch a creature like her but it worked. She kissed me with all of the fires that mortal are described to feel when they love something. Their bright and easily extinguished fires. She looked at me as though I was the only man she’d ever seen and ever wanted to touch. I almost withdrew the demand but I’m glad that I didn’t. Had I gone back on my command, I never would have understood how deep her affection for him went. She truly cares for him.

The next question is how much does Cardan care for her? It’s clear he’s fascinated by her. Curious about her. But cats are curious of mice when they first chase after them. It’s after they’ve caught them beneath their claws that they bare their fangs. Perhaps that’s what Cardan has been doing. Though knowing the naive nature of my brother’s heart, I highly doubt it. I’ll find out soon enough. for the girl’s sake, I hope it’s later rather than sooner. Should Orlagh let her live long enough to ever see Cardan again, I’d love to watch him destroy that mortal love of hers.

Cardan’s knees gave out from under him. He stared at the letters for what felt like centuries. They didn’t feel real. Balekin had forced Jude to kiss him. He knew she wasn’t glamoured as he thought she had been. That meant Jude had to kiss him completely aware of her actions. She had to force herself for kiss Balekin in a way that would convince him of her love for his brother. Cardan reread it a forth time, praying that somehow the letters would rearrange themselves to tell him a different story.

Distantly he realized why the Bomb and the Roach had opted out of telling him themselves. How did you tell the High King of Elfhame that his abusive older brother forced the woman he loved to kiss him.

The paper crinkled in his hands. Cardan released an angry growl. His blood boiled as he read it for a sixth time. She never mentioned it. Not that they had much time before her banishment to talk through all the details. Nor was it likely that Jude, with her affinity for secrets and lies, would tell him the truth about the situation.

Cardan paced back and forth in the room. If she would just answer his damned letters. If he could just get her to come back to Elfhame and talk to her. To see her. To apologize for what happened between them. Between her and Balekin. He was never more grateful than he was in that moment that she killed him.

After reading the letter Cardan almost wished he’d come back to life just so he could drive the blade through his older brother himself. Cardan heard the crackling fire of the hearth. He threw the stack of papers into the fire. A thick puff of smoke fizzled out of the flames as they blackened into ash.

The ugly words disappeared from existence but the High King would never forget the torturous curves. He’d never forget what the Undersea did to her. What Balekin did to her.

Cardan rushed to his desk, brashly scribbling out a missive to send to Jude.

Jude, he started the letter. Jude. He couldn’t think of anything else to write to her. Jude. Please come back. Just come back. Jude. I’m sorry. I’ll be better. I promise. Jude. Jude. Jude. Jude. Jude. Jude .Jude. Jude.

He’d filled the paper with her name. If he couldn’t see her then maybe the letters of her name would be enough to erase the sickness he felt after opening the envelope.

Author’s Note: I couldn’t figure out how long she was exiled bc I’m still on campus and my books are at home so excuse the ambiguous timeline. If anyone knows the answer to how long she was imprisoned/exiled/when the letters were written please let me know.

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copper-wasp · 5 years

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Louis x Protagonist/F!Revenant: I’m Glad You’re With Me

Posted to AO3!

Rating: T

Words: 1,646

Tags: Kissing, First Kiss, Hot Spring, HC that Louis has Heterochromia

“I’m glad you’re with me,” was the last thing Louis said before the unsteady ground crumbled beneath your feet. You reached up with your free hand, bardiche dangling loosely in your other. Your cry was still stuck in your throat, having not had the time to call out.

You watched as Louis’ arm shot downwards, just managing to grasp your wrist before you fell down into the depths. He pulled you up, grunting with the effort and the awkward position he was in. Once Louis hauled you up far enough, you heaved your weapon-bearing arm up and over, pulling every ounce of core strength you had from your muscles to bring your body back onto solid ground.

You rolled onto your back, legs still dangling over the edge, taking a deep breath to steady your nerves. Turning your head, you saw Louis, leaning back on his elbows, looking up at the red sky.

“Louis?” you said softly, watching as his gaze fixed on you above his purifier. “Thank you, you... saved me.”

He nodded, and from how his eyes squinted a little you knew he was smiling at you.

“You would have just regenerated, you know,” he said with a laugh and you shimmied the rest of your body back further from the cliff.

“I know,” you said, standing on slightly shaky legs, dusting off your skirt. “But I’m glad I didn’t have to. Dying still hurts, even as a Revenant.”

He laughed, a little muffled from the mask, and you held your hand out to help him up. He took it, gently, and you wished that there weren’t gloves between your skin. You pulled him up, reaching to straighten his shirt collar and brush some crumbled stone from his shoulders once he stood before you.

“Besides,” you continued, glancing over your blade to make sure it was still in top shape, “who knows where I would have ended up, and I would have worried about leaving you alone.”

His gaze softened, and you blushed, realizing what you had said out loud. “I’ve been alone many times before, but I... appreciate your concern... for my safety,” he replied softly, reaching a hand up to pluck a large chunk of ash from your hair. He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, his exposed fingertips just grazing your cheek, dry and cold.

You were about to reply, but the telltale screams of the Lost interrupted you.

“I guess that made more noise than I thought,” Louis commented, readying his weapon. It was a small group, only four enemies, but two were holding bayonet rifles, your form right in their sights. Sparing one last glance at your partner, he warped, reappearing directly above one of the riflemen, cleaving it in two with a powerful downward strike. Using Louis’ distraction, you readied your claw, red lightning surrounding you before you pounced, drinking in deep the ichor of the Lost, feeling it course throughout your veins, granting you its power.

The last two enemies were ash before they realized what was happening, Louis and yourself taking out one each with your blades.

Wiping your brow, you listened intently for any other sign of incoming enemies. Hearing nothing, you allowed yourself to relax just a little, the pain of the day’s battles crying a little louder from within your muscles.

“Are you okay?” Louis asked, striding over to you. “Do you have any more regeneration?”

You shook your head, having been running a click above empty for the last hour.

“We should consider going back, then. I need your heart healthy,” he continued, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. It would be a bit of a trek back to the mistle, but thankfully the vanquished Lost wouldn’t trouble you.

“We’ll lose a lot of progress, Louis,” you replied, racking your brain for the closest safe haven.

“That’s okay. Don’t make me having pulled my arm out of its socket to save you be for nothing,” he said, and you gave him a withering look, guilt in your eyes. He chuckled, shaking his head at you. “I’m only joking. Let’s head back.”

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You sank down gratefully into the spring, having made a beeline for the warm water as soon as you returned to the cathedral, being waylaid only for a moment by Louis who insisted you imbibe a bead before you did anything else. The sweet taste was enough to erase the pain from your body, and the soothing water of the spring would rid you of your exhaustion.

The constant chill in your bones was something you hadn’t gotten used to yet, missing that decidedly human warmth that your skin used to possess. Louis had assured you that your body would feel normal to you eventually, but it would take time.

You let your eyes close, sinking down into the warm water of the spring until it covered your shoulders. You cracked an eye open when you heard gentle splashing next to you, seeing Louis’ bare torso before he too let the warm water overtake him.

“Decided to join me?” you asked softly with a contented sigh, crossing your legs beneath the water.

Louis nodded, meeting your gaze. “Feels very good after today,” he commented.

You cringed, looking away. “I’m sorry if I caused you any unnecessary stress,” you replied meekly, pulling your knees up to your chest and resting your chin on them.

“Stop that,” Louis said, giving you an unimpressed look.

“Stop what?”

“Being so self-deprecating. You have no idea how important you are,” he said, scooting closer to you. “Believe me, I would die and resurrect over and over again if it meant you would be safe. And you still go out of your way to protect me, even though you shouldn’t waste the effort.”

“Louis,” you said, shaking your head. “You’re worth the effort.”

Louis looked at you with an unreadable expression, like he had to make sure he heard you correctly.

“Why are you so considerate of me?” he asked, turning to face you. You felt your cheeks burn, and not from the heat of the water. You knew you shouldn’t have looked at him, but his intense gaze drew you in, left eye framed so nicely by his brown hair.

“You... were kind to me... from the first second we met,” you began, tucking your hair behind your ears. “And you didn’t kick me into a pit or take my friend hostage,” you added, trying to distract him from your flushed face.

He chuckled, and you liked how his eye closed a little when he smiled.

“And you’ve given me a purpose,” you said, words laced with honesty. “I don’t remember what I was doing before I met you, but I know it couldn’t have been as necessary and important as this.” You paused, perfectly timed with a sharp gust of wind swirling the steam around you. “I care about you.”

Feelings were bubbling to the surface of your mind, uncomfortable ones that were most unhelpful. It was even more unhelpful when you felt Louis’s hand on your cheek, tilting your face up so he could kiss you. It was soft and tentative, and you found your eyes closing and lips starting to move in tandem with his.

You pulled away, saying his name as a question, but all he did was give you a crooked smile and kiss you again. You parted your lips when you felt his tongue press against them, feeling high from the metallic taste on it combined with the warmth clinging to your body from the spring. You draped your arms over his shoulders, feeling his hand hook around your waist beneath the water.

Pushing his hair back off his forehead, your lips parted in surprise. His left eye was the ruddy brown that you would see regularly, but the right was a brilliant blue, but with the same deep brown rimming the pupil and spidering out to the edges of his iris.

“So you noticed,” he said with a laugh, eyes closing a little with his easy smile.

“Louis, they’re... stunning,” you replied, your own [E/C] eyes locked onto them. “I wish you wouldn’t cover this one.” You reached your gently to trace your pruning fingertips over his right cheekbone, followed by your lips. He wrapped his arms around you, kissing at your jaw before tracing a line of sweet pecks down your neck.

You felt him inhale against your skin, arms tightening their hold and you had never felt this safe, in either your previous or current life. Cupping his cheeks, you tilted his face up gently to kiss him again, gazing into his multicolored eyes before you let yours close.

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Coco stuck an arm out to stop Yakumo from walking down the path to the spring.

“What the-?” he began, indignant, but the woman shushed him, pointing a delicate finger in front of her. Yakumo’s eyes followed, landing on the two Revenants looking very cozy in the center of the pool. Louis was kissing [Y/N] fiercely, and Coco couldn’t help but coo at the sight.

“Damn,” the redhead began, “Louis moves fast.”

Coco stifled a laugh, turning to look at Yakumo. “What do you mean, fast? They’ve been making gooey eyes at each other for weeks,” Coco replied quietly. “Why else do you think they always partner together to go out into the Gaol?”

“And here I was, thinking I was her type,” he said with a sigh.

“Pretty sure you aren’t anyone’s type, Yakumo,” Coco said lowly, “Especially not hers.”

“Ouch, Coco,” he said with a nudge to her bicep. He groaned, scratching at the back of his neck. “Come get me when they’re done sucking face, would ya?” The woman nodded, watching them with a sly smile for just one more long second before quietly pulling the door closed behind her.

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quirkydahlias · 6 years

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Could I have a thingy (wether it's hc or fic that's up to you :)) with a quirkless s/o, for Aizawa, where two people break into their house and have her at gun point, but Aizawa arrives in time to save the day. How would Aizawa react and what would he do to comfort his s/o? I hope this helps to give you an idea! Pretty please and thank you! ~ ❤

I’m writing a fic because I need something to fill my masterpost and tag list with ; o ; ! Hope that’s alright with you! I needed to flex a bit on coherent writing anyway~. Oof, I just noticed that I made this a fem!reader. I hope that’s okay ;;; _ ;;;)

Work In Progress ( Aizawa Shouta x Fem!Reader)

Aizawa always preferred to work at night.

Granted, he was an underground hero and had a day job as a teacher, what choice did the pro have? But even Aizawa had to admit, there were perks to working exclusively at night.

For one, it was easier to sneak up on villains when you could hide in the cover of darkness and shadow. And with his fighting style, stealth was the most ideal way of going about his patrol.

Secondly, things are awfully quieter at night, even in a city as large as Musutafu. There were less noisy people on the streets and fewer cars on the road. The most ideal time for Aizawa to get some time to himself.

And finally, there were fewer bystanders.

Aizawa Shouta has never been good with people. Saving them, certainly. But comforting panicking masses? Keeping key witnesses from bawling their eyes out?

It was an area he needed to work on. That was certain.

However, he could have never realized just how necessary that skill would become tonight as he finished his rounds and began the trek home.

It was around 2 in the morning, so he probably needed to be a bit more discreet when coming home if she was asleep. But even if the pro hero did wake her, it wasn’t anything new. After all, he made no moves to hide his habits from (F/N) when the two of them first moved in together. In fact, after a long dinner and a few drinks, Aizawa had gotten up and went to get ready for bed…only for (F/N)to find him asleep in the bathtub.

But that is neither here nor there.

Hanging off the side of their shared apartment complex, Aizawa was far too lazy to use the front door and opted to slide in through the balcony.

Before he slid the door aside, he paused.

The lights were on.

Not one light, but many, as evident by the bright glow against the curtain.

Instantly, the pro hero was extremely suspicious as (F/N) weren’t the type to waste energy so frivolously. Besides, he had warned (F/N) to keep the lights low at night as it made their shared home more inconspicuous.

If he moved through the balcony and into the living room, his shadow would be a huge giveaway.

So it was the bedroom window for him.

Pulling himself back up onto the rooftop, Shouta used the clothesline to swing up to the bedroom window and slide it open.

Good. (F/N) left it unlocked, just like he asked her to.

It was nice and dark inside the room, a stark contrast to the rest of the house. Already, Aizawa could pick up on a mix of voices coming from the living room and light whimpering.

It was the right move to enter through the bedroom.

He had to move quickly, but not rashly either.

Thankfully, the door was slightly ajar, making it easy for the pro hero to peek and see what was going on.

(F/N) was wrapped up in duct tape, her voice muffled by the tape covering her mouth as one of (F/N)’s assailants held his hand against your hand, the palm of his hand serving as a gun of some kind, from what Aizawa could tell.

He was speaking to someone, no-two people, who were rummaging in the corner of the room. Were they armed? Possibly. Looting? Most definitely.

Just some robbers. Typical.

It wasn’t as if they’d find anything, considering how barren and plain Aizawa prefers to keep his house. He claims that it’s more efficient to have less clutter, but everyone also knows that he’s far too tired to bother dusting shelves or wiping down tables. But we digress.

He needed to see them, all at the same time. Sliding out from the shadows, he clung to the side of the hall before making his way towards his girlfriend.

If he couldn’t see them, he needed to reach her first. And with (F/N) in his sights, that was something he could do.

Aizawa stiffened as the three robbers went silent, but relaxed when one cursed at how barren the living room was.

Aizawa reeled back, like a cat ready to pounce on his prey.

(F/N)’s eyes moved wildly, from the robber that was raiding the adjoining kitchen to the one that was digging through her bag. Then, bright red eyes caught her attention… as well as the attention of her captor.

But it was far too late.

Springing forward, Aizawa slammed into the robber who hovered above (F/N), wrapping his capture scarf around the criminal before throwing him against the one that was digging through her possessions. The force of this throw sending the two criminals tumbling before thumping against the wall, all wrapped up.

Two down, one to go.

Lifting her, as if she were a mere child, Aizawa moved her from her spot against the wall and down on the floor behind the couch where she had some cover from the last criminal and whatever their quirk was.

Aizawa glared down the criminal who raced into the living room, gun in hand.

There were only two options here. Either their quirk had something to do with metal or firearms, similar to Snipes. Or this robber was quirkless.

Not that it mattered too much to Shouta, who threw his scarf, wrapping it around the robber’s weapon before disarming him in one move. And before the robber could cry out in alarm or react, Aizawa was already on them, kneeing them in the gut before slamming their head against the island counter, pulling their arm back so far that it looked like it was on the verge of ripping.

“You chose the wrong apartment,” Aizawa tsked, clearly irritated as he reached into his back pocket and cuffed this robber, before wrapping up the criminal in his capture scarf and dragging the wannabe criminal along by the scruff of their neck. With casual flair, as if he was throwing out the garbage, Aizawa hung the three robbers off the edge of the balcony, watching them struggle in their restraints before he texted Mic for pickup.

The blond still had to be working at this hour, considering how late his show runs.

Turning back to (F/N), Aizawa softened, seeing how frightened she was. Her body was a leaf in the wind, tears staining her cheeks as she shut her eyes tight as if that would make everything disappear.

“Hey, this might hurt a little,” Shouta warned as he kneeled down next to her, carefully removing the duct tape before using a pocket knife that he kept in his utility belt to slice through the rest of the duct tape. Considering how much time it would have taken to bind her up like this, Aizawa figured she was held captive was a long time.

Far too long.

Giving her some awkward pets on the head, as if his girlfriend was a cat, Aizawa frowned, “I’m sorry, I should have finished my work sooner.”

“N-No,” She murmured, voice soft in fear of sounding too shaky should she raise her voice.

She was trying to be brave. He could see that as (F/N) wiped her tears and tried to stand, although her movements were clumsy. Evidently, she was still in a state of shock.

“Let’s go into the bedroom, it’s less open,” Shouta suggested as he placed a stern hand on the small of her back, letting her lean on him for some support as he coaxed his girlfriend in bed.

But even when surrounded by blankets and the cat-themed pillows Aizawa had gotten for her, Shouta could tell that she was still in dire need of comfort.

“Shit,” he cursed quietly, turning to leave the room for a moment, “I’m bad at this…”

Immediately, the moment he turned caused an instinctive reaction, (F/N) lurching forward to grab his hand.

An awkward silence befell the two of them as the two locked eyes.

“Please, Shouta,” (F/N) whispered, averting her gaze, “Stay with me…”

Aizawa cracked a small smile, loosening his girlfriend’s vice grip on him with a small tug, “I’ll be right back, I’m not leaving the house.”

And before she could protest any further, Aizawa was already down the hall and into the living room.

Jeez. It was an absolute mess. The table was overturned, what little shelving was removed as books and binders scattered the floor.

Grading was going to be hell tomorrow. But right now, Aizawa was on a mission. He needed to find something to help comfort his girlfriend.

They didn’t have a cat, since their apartment was strict against animals. So cute creatures were out of the list. He wasn’t like Mic, who could crack jokes all day long and get any one of the people he saved to laugh. Music could help, but Mic had ensured that Aizawa’s phone was filled with a bunch of Mic’s greatest works and episodes. Shouta wouldn’t wish to subjugate anyone to hours of listening to his closest friend rant on and on. Even on his worse enemy.

He didn’t have video games and nothing interesting was on at 2 in the morning. Perhaps food? Food was comforting, right?

Aizawa was almost certain that ‘comfort food’ was a thing. Even if he didn’t care to partake in it.

Entering the kitchen, Aizawa noted that all the cabinets were open, one door loose as it seemed to have been pried open. But Aizawa didn’t necessarily mind the damage, he was supposed to replace the finicky cabinet door anyway.

Reaching for the top cabinet, Shouta seized as many snacks as he could, all the while muttering the names of the ones that (F/N) was fond of.

What else soothed people? Tea? Coffee? Caffeine was probably a terrible idea at a time like this…maybe some milk?

So without wanting to spend too much time away from her, Aizawa returned to the room with arms filled with snacks and a glass of milk in one hand.

“Um,” (F/N) started, eyes widening at the haul that Aizawa brought back, “That’s a lot.”

“I wasn’t certain what you wanted, there isn’t much to carry anyway,” Aizawa replied, placing the glass down on the bedside table before plopping the goodies next to (F/N) and sliding in next to her.

Deciding to eat a bit of her anxiety away, (F/N) nibbled on some cookies while Aizawa rested next to her, his presence alone a huge comfort after being ripped away from a hostage situation so quickly.

“You know,” she began, leaning back to hide in his arms, Aizawa opening one eye to look down and meet her gaze, his attention peaked, “You’re not the best at comforting people.”

A lie, but one that Aizawa decided to humor as he pressed his lips against (F/N)’s forehead. Not kissing her, but just applying the lightest amount of pressure.

“Eh, It’s a work in progress,” The pro hero shrugged, shooting her one of his signature grins, which just made (F/N) laugh as she huddled closer to the pro hero.

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