#i will gladly marry either of them in a heartbeat

[lunatic-pudge]

Medic SFW Alphabet

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This was supposed to be a Demo SWF alphabet, what happened to me? Just a small TW cause it's Medic and he's a morbid person

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A: Affection (How do they show affection? And how affectionate are they?)

Is an affectionate babe but not by much. He's usually so busy with work that it tends to slip his mind, and he's grown up not getting much love by his parents. People are usually too scared of him to know he's got a small affection bone in him. Will gladly give you lovins if you ask

B: Best Friend (What would they be like a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

The type of best friend who you're constantly checking up on. Says some of the most batshit insane things and is running on a very thin line of either killing everybody around him, or himself. You gotta make sure he doesn't get arrest for his crimes against humanity. You gotta have some amount of insanity going on if you wanna be friends with him. But if you're on his level, then well, this ain't gonna end well :')

C: Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Does love cuddling but seems to never have time for it. Loves laying on top of you and hearing your heartbeat. Will let you lay on him if you want. His big boobily breasts are warm and very comfy and he's got them big strong arms to wrap around you to keep you safe

D: Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking & cleaning?)

I can see it, but I can also see that he's dedicated so much of his life to his work, that he woudn't want to settle down. I view him as the eldest of the 9 mercs, even if he doesn't really look like it. So he's been through it. He's probably had lovers before but wasn't really able to commit like how they wanted him to. But if you're also a doctor, it might be easier for him to settle down cause you two can work together and such. I'd say he's pretty good at cooking, nothing extravagant about his cooking. He can be messy at times but is also a neat freak. Everything has a specific place and will get mad if it's not where it's supposed to be.

E: Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

All of his relationships have ended of his partners side. It's cause of how into his work he is. He takes the breakups pretty well. Usually just falls into his work even more.

F: Fiancé(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Would love to get married someday. But it would take a while. It would take a good few years for him to feel ready to pop the question. If he wanted his partner to pop the question to him, he'd be sending them pics of rings he likes and casually talk about ring sizes. He's a spoiled princess

G: Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Gentle emotionally, not so much physically. Will try to be there for you as best as he can. Gives some pretty damn good advice. Physically though? Doesn't mean to be so rough. He's a feral animal. Tends to be a biter and a scratcher thinking that's a great way to show his love and appreciation

H: Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Loves a good hug or two, but only with certain people like you, Heavy, or Engie. He doesn't like when people touch him, people are gross. His hugs are very comfy. Again, boobily boobies are what your head will be resting against. Can give you the type of hugs where he lifts you off the ground and spins you around

I: I Love You (How fast do they say the L-Word?)

Takes a while for him to say it. It takes a while for him to realize he has feelings for you. And he's used to his partners leaving him. So his first I love you is very special

J: Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Is horrifically jealous. Has a bad habit of becoming a little too obsessed with his s/o. Doesn't like seeing people get just a little too close to you. He's already looking this person up, gathering personal info on them, and will kidnap them and harvest their organs for his work.

K: Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

MESSY KISSES. MESSY KISSES. MESSY KISSES. Get's a little too excited to kiss you so he kinda slobbers on you by accident. Loves to kiss you on the top of you head and loves when you kiss him anywhere. Spit in his mouth plz

L: Little Ones (How are they around kids?)

Kids don't like Medic and Medic don't like kids. Kids are terrified of doctors so there ya go. Medic stikes me as someone who got a vasectomy when he was younger cause he knew he absolutely did not want kids. Take a lesson from him, Spy >:( So he tends to avoid being around kids as much as he can.

M: Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He's like Sniper where he's up super early and goes to be super late. He's actually quite the morning bird. Will be up way before you. Breakfast and coffee already made. He'd be like a housewife and have your clothes out and ready and luch packed for you when you go to work. Leaves cute little notes in your lunch for you to read, probably has some dad joke in it too

N: Night (How are nights spent with them?)

You'll never see this man sleep. He gets four hours sleep max. He's always on the clock with being the only doctor of the team. And he likes to be up at odd hours of the night, running some weird experiment. He's a restless soul

O: Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait awhile to reveal things slowly?)

Takes a bit for him to open up. Loves telling stories of his childhood. Will not talk about what he was doing in the 40's for obvious reasons. Prefers to learn more about you rather than talk about himself

P: Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Tries to be patient but sometimes his anger can get the better of him, especially if you do something you're not supposed to do. I TELEPORTED BREAD! But he's a grown man and will apologized for being mad

Q: Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every detail in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Scarily accurate memory, especially about your person. If you let him cut you open, he will spend agonizingly long hours memorizing every single detail of you organs. Shape, size, colors. Will memorize even little details like where moles and freckles are, or how you have a slight tooth gap. Werid but cute shit, ya know?

R: Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

It was the first time you let him cut you open. He offered to put you under so you didn't have to be awake for it. He spent that whole day learning every little detail of your person. Taking organs out to truly observe them. Being way more delicate with you and your organs than he has with anyone else. Once he was done, he made sure you were healed back up. He'll sit with you while you recover from being put under if you were. Giving you food, drinks, and lots of lovins.

S: Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Very protective. It goes with his obsessivness. Is ready to kill and die for you at any given moment. Just give him to okay and he's attacking someone for you

T: Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, and everyday tasks?)

Sometimes he gets so into his work, he'll forget what day it is. If he forgets a birthday or anniversary, he feels HORRIBLE. Will take you out to a fancy restaurant and spoil the hell out of you. Can surprisingly be romantic.

U: Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

The poor thing is so mentally unwell and definitely has been through some traumatic shit and he doesn't cope with it well. Choosing to become obsessed with his work and further his delusions of being a god. You need to help ground him back into reality plz

V: Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Only midly concern. He know he's handsome and a bad bitch. So he does try to keep up with his looks. Usually is too busy being needed by everyone to really do much with his looks, that's okay though

W: Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Kinda? He's weird and flip flops between wanting to sew you two together, and being able to handle not being around you constantly. Will call and spend hours with you on the phone cause he do be loving you

X: Xtra (A random headcanon for them)

Loves music, no matter the genre. Would've became a musician but his loves for medicine and pressure from his parents meant putting music on the back burning, which sucks cause he's very talented. His favorites are the piano, violin, and cello. Yes, he owns all three and they stay in his private quarters. Likes to play his intruments on his spare time. Would be the type to release music under an alias and no one would ever know it was him

Y: Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He's very picky with the people he dates. He's not an opposites attract kinda person. He wants someone who he has common ground with. Someone who's completly fine with a phychotic shit he's into

Z: Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Horrible sleep habit. Never sleeps. Definitely someone who gets restless leg syndrome. If he's doing something, he has to finish it before going to bed or he genuinely won't be able to sleep

#team fortress 2 #tf2 #tf2 medic #tf2 medic x reader

[okinawa-division]

Ace's Thoughts on Shizuoka Division

Kanon Hojo

"Another ex-Chuohku scientist. With how many of their women they seem to either try to get rid of or how many of them leave, it's a wonder that their government hasn't collapsed yet. Perhaps they should take a hint from America's book and start learning how to treat their employees better. If they did, maybe they wouldn't have so many people trying to exact revenge on them."

"Aside from that, to say I get bad vibes from this woman would be putting it nicely. She reminds me very much of Okada from Shinagawa and that other ex-scientist that lives in Minato. Between the three of them, it's hard to tell who is the creepiest out of all of them."

Reika Aichi

"I've met this woman a few times at some of the galas I've had to participate here in Japan, per my father's orders. I don't like associating with her any more than I have to. Why? Aside from the fact that I don't like the vibes she gives off, I've heard more than a few rumors concerning this woman. Mainly the ones about how she's been married five times and how each one of her spouses always seems to die under "mysterious circumstances". And with each death, she seems to steadily get richer. How she hasn't been arrested yet is beyond me. But considering her wealth and connections, I'm guessing she has someone high up the food chain in her back pocket. Just goes to show, no matter where you go in the world, corruption still exists."

Kito Sakura

"Like the previous woman, I met this one at a gala as well. Just from glancing at her, I knew she wasn't a morally-upright character. How did I know? Well, the men who walked in after her wearing dark suits and glasses with barely concealed weapons was sort of a hint. I have to admit, I never thought I'd see a woman leading the Yakuza. Not that there's anything wrong with that, of course. But it just goes to show that for her to reach such a position, she had to kill before. And something tells me that she'd gladly do it again in a heartbeat."

Silent Tragedy

"I can tell right off the bat that these women didn't obtain their HypMics by standard means. Much like the team from Minato, they more than likely swiped them from the actual team who was representing their city. But anyway, outside of the D.R.B., I want little to do with them. But if we should meet in the ring, I'll show all three of them the full power of America."

#hypmic #hypnosis mic #hypnosis microphone #hypmic oc #hypnosis mic oc #ace douglas #shizuoka division #silent tragedy #kanon hojo #reika aichi #kito sakura

[livia-dovehallow]

this is my belated happy pride month post

i am very bi and very in love with both gabriel lightwood and cecily herondale

that is it that is the post <3

#happy pride month #bisexual #i will gladly marry either of them in a heartbeat #gabriel lightwood #cecily herondale

[dizzydancingdreamer]

Daddy Issues | Draco Malfoy

Wow I’m sorry I didn’t mean to disappear like that Lovelies! Sometimes I forget depression and writers block are a thing until they punch me in the face and force me to go MIA for a hundred years! I guess I’m back? I hope? Fingers crossed? Anyway, I’m sorry this isn’t a TVD fic but I figured Y’all would appreciate something over nothing. I missed you all more than I can say! I hope you enjoy, I love you all!

Description: Draco and y/n are best friends until Draco’s father threatens y/n. She avoids Draco until he confronts her.

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff!Reader

Warnings: Like none, it’s kinda sad but not really, the only flaw is bad writing

Word count: 3.4k

Tags: Angst, FLUFF

(not my gif, I just love it lol)

Your heart stings from across the courtyard, the gap between you and the blonde boy tangible. For a second you don't know whether or not your heart is even in your chest anymore or if it’s in his hands. In that case your heart is sitting on a bench, sandwiched between Blaise Zabini and Vincent Crabbe. Maybe he isn’t holding your heart, though, maybe he is your heart, in which case you’re avoiding your heart’s piercing gaze. 

Your hands twitch at your sides, itching to grab his or to twist through his silky hair or do anything other than lay idle when he is only mere steps away from you. Your hands ache to touch him and usually you would be doing just that: clinging to his robes or twisting the rings around on his fingers or simply tangling your own fingers with his slender ones. Your hands feel painfully empty without him to hold on to. 

That makes sense though, he’s your best friend after all. You’re rarely ever spotted less than five feet away from each other. Everyone at Hogwarts can see how utterly entwined you are, every part of him wrapped around your finger and every part of you sitting precisely in the palm of his hand. You orbit each other, drawn in by a gravity that the rest of the student body can’t deny.

Right now, though, that gravity is being tested and everyone feels a little bit like they’re floating away. 

Draco sits exactly seventeen feet and four inches away from you. You can feel his eyes on the back of your head, like lasers, searing into your black and gold jumper and refusing to look away. It burns but you embrace it, taking any contact, even imagined, that you can get from him. Even if it hurts. You would gladly burn for the blonde Slytherin if it made him happy. This doesn’t make him happy, though, being ignored by the girl that commands his entire life. You know that, but you also know that it’s for the best. 

You run your hands through your hair, tugging on the strands relentlessly and closing your eyes. You see his father, the tall, grim man, and replay the conversation you had in your head. 

“He has a bright future ahead of him, y/n.” 

Lucious had backed you into a corner, both metaphorically and literally, the stone of the castle biting harshly into your skin, “I know that, sir.”

He stood tall, menacingly, like he was bigger than the castle itself, “he doesn’t have time for nonsense, y/n.”

Your hands trembled, the cold of the dungeon nipping at them fiercely, “he’s very bright, Mr. Malfoy, I don’t think I’m slowing him down.”

The neutral, if not cold, expression on his face switched then to one of red hot anger, “did I ask what you think? It’s time the two of you separate. He is to be married next year and not to some silly Hufflepuff girl.”

“We’re just friends, sir,” your eyes had long since found the floor.

“Don’t be daft, my son is infatuated with you. If I catch you near him from this day on I will not hesitate to destroy you, do you understand me? Do not speak to him again.”

That was two weeks ago and you haven’t dared to go near him since, spending every waking moment of your spare time in the Hufflepuff common room. You aren’t brave, you didn’t march up to your best friend and tell him that his father threatened to destroy you. You would be lying if you said you even thought about it. The reality of it is that you’re a coward and have iced Draco out in fear of having his father hurt either of you.  

His father’s words still ring in your head. Don’t be daft, my son is infatuated with you. Your heart flutters hard in your chest, your rib cage the only barrier keeping it from finding him across the courtyard. Draco is infatuated with you. Apparently. He hasn’t said so, only his father. Still, you can’t help but hope that it’s true.

But then that makes your chest burn and palms sting again. You aren’t allowed to hope that Draco wants you. You aren’t even allowed to hope that he wants to be your friend. You’re not allowed anywhere near him, let alone allowed to kiss him. Would he even kiss you? Probably not. You tug even harder on your hair, as if pulling each strand out will somehow take the pain away. Don’t be daft.

“Y/n,” gentle hands wrap around your tight fists, “you’re hurting yourself.”

You forgot Luna was there, sitting next to you on the bench, the bench that is seventeen feet and four inches away from Draco. You let the airy Ravenclaw unravel your fingers and hold one of your hands, rubbing circles on the back of your palm. It doesn’t feel the same, her grip is too soft, her fingers too short. Draco’s fingers are longer. 

You shake your head, trying to clear the fog of him from your senses, “sorry, I know I’m not the best company right now.”

Luna only smiles at you and rolls her eyes gently, “I know it’s hard for you right now.”

Of course you told her. You weren’t able to tell Draco so you turned to Luna, your other best friend. You nod your head at the blonde girl, too tired to speak. 

“I think you should tell him though, he looks bloody miserable without you,” your eyes widen as if on their own accord.

You feel dizzy at the thought and not the good kind like when Draco spins you around. No, this is the bad kind of ‘I’m definitely going to throw up’ dizzy. Your heartbeat pounds in your ears rapidly. Thump, thump, thump. It almost sounds like footsteps, angry ones, pounding towards you. That can’t be right.

“I can’t tell him, Luna, you know that.”

A hand lands on your shoulder, warmth spreading through your jumper. You open your mouth, ready to thank Luna for relentlessly comforting you, but close it quickly when a thought hits you. You glance down to your lap, just to double check. There, on your lap rests your hand carefully wrapped up in both of Luna’s. Crap. 

“What can’t you tell me?” It takes everything in you to not let his familiar voice curl around you and pull you further into his touch.

You shift out of his hold, not turning to look at him yet, afraid to see the expression on his face. Would it be anger? Sadness? Disgust? The last one makes your heart drop, the thought of the blonde boy being repulsed by you causing you to curl into yourself slightly. You would take anything from him but that.

You stand curtly, turning to face Draco, all too aware of the lack of space between you and him. Six inches at the most, every breath he takes makes his chest brush yours. You still don’t look up at him, not anywhere ready to meet the eyes of the boy you’ve been avoiding. 

You lock your eyes on his silver and green tie, mumbling to it instead of him, “What makes you think I was talking about you, Draco?”

You finally glance up at him and wish you hadn’t. His eyes, usually a bright blue, are dull and rimmed with red. The bruises under his eyes stand out against his cheeks. He’s always had dark circles but this is extreme. He looks like he hasn’t slept in days, like he hasn’t eaten in days. It’s almost garish, but then again nothing could ever make the Slytherin Prince look anything less than perfect. He looks destroyed, almost as if his father had gotten to him too. You have to stop yourself from reaching out, choosing instead to look away again.

“Are you serious right now? Tell me this is all a joke y/n!” The courtyard goes silent when Draco raises his voice.

You squeeze your fists, the tone of his voice a punch in the gut. He never shouts at you. Draco is never anything but soft around you. Right now, however, he’s seething. No one around you dares to make a sound.

You close your eyes, trying desperately to stop a traitorous flood of tears, “Draco, please don’t do this right now.”

Draco takes a step back, as if your words had shoved him, “if not now then when? You’ve given me no choice! You run every time you see me, you don’t answer my notes. Do you even read them anymore? Can you just explain why you bloody hate me?”

His voice cracks when he says hate, like its acid in his mouth. In any way it’s acid to your ears. You could never hate Draco, it’s very much the opposite actually. You’re painfully in love with him.

“I don’t,” you have to pause to clear your throat, trying to rid the lump, “I could never hate you.”

His hand grasps you chin gently, his rings cold against your skin as he pulls your face up to meet his eyes, “then tell me what’s going on. Please.”

You squeeze your eyes close, sinking into the warmth of his palm for a moment. You can’t remember a time you’ve gone this long without the blonde boy touching you. You can’t stop the tears from trailing down your cheeks and into his palm. You can feel the hitch in his breath as if it had come from your own lungs. You wrap your own hands around his, squeezing his fingers gently before pulling them away from you.

“I can’t, Dra. We can’t do this anymore. I’m,” your voice trembles, your eyes still closed, his hand still locked in yours, “I’m not good for you. We can’t be friends.”

You release his hand, taking a few steps back from the love of your life. This time, though, he doesn’t let you get as far, taking two steps towards you for every step you take away from him. It doesn’t take him long before he’s in front of you again, closer and even more determined. His eyes burn into yours, his hands restless. You know he wants to touch you. At least, you hope he does. You want to.

“Don’t say that,” there’s a strength behind his words, one you have yet to hear until now, “don’t you dare say that! Tell me what’s going on y/n, you need to tell me! I can fix it. I can make it better whatever it is just please tell me. Please, love.”

Love. That’s new. Your heart cracks even more when he says it and maybe that’s because you know you won’t get to hear it again. You wish you could grab the word from his lips and hold on to it. You want to put it in your pocket so at least you can have a part of him, the very best part of him, for when he walked away. But you can’t, so there’s no use in trying. 

“You can’t fix it this time, Draco,” you take another step back and your back hits the rough surface of a tree.

He fills the space between the two of you once more and this time you’re stuck. Your palms continue to sting, reminding you relentlessly how much you need to touch him. You scrunch the hem of your jumper, trying desperately to quell the pain. Your wrists feel like they’re on fire, something you’ve come to realise that means you’re about to have a panic attack. He can't see that happen, you refuse to fall apart in front of him. 

Of course he notices, though. That’s your Draco, he notices everything about you. That’s his job. 

He grabs your face again, stopping you from frantically looking everywhere but him, “of course I can. When have I not fixed your problems? Remember when those Ravenclaws’ were messing with you? I took care of that, didn’t I? And Parkinson? Zabini? I took care of them too. Remember when Snape wouldn’t let you hand in your assignment because you had the flu? And the time you passed out in the stairwell? I fixed those too because I can. Because I wanted to and I do what I want. Now, all I’ve wanted for days is you so if someone said something to you I need you to tell me so I can sort them out and get my best friend back. Now.”

He stares into your eyes the entire time, daring you to turn away. You feel like you can’t breathe, your hands once again wrapped around his but this time clinging for dear life. You’ve been terrified for two weeks and the exhaustion hits you in one, whopping punch to your stomach, the second punch of the day. Without warning your legs give out, all of your weight falling into the blonde who seems to expect it. His arms wrap around you, holding you against his chest for the first time in what feels like ages.

You don’t realise that you’re sobbing until you try to speak, “Dra, I’m so scared. I’m tired,” you grip his robes in your fists, your head falling against his chest, “I don’t know how much longer I can do this, I feel like I’m falling apart.”

He pulls you closer to him, wrapping his arms around you and holding you against him. You can feel the sigh of relief he releases and his heartbeat slowing as if it’s your own. Maybe that’s because yours does the same. For the first time in weeks you’re engulfed in Draco and you cling to him, circling your arms around his waist and pulling yourself impossibly close. He wastes no time either, wrapping his cloak around you and burying his face in your neck. 

Your body shakes furiously in his arms, everything you’ve been bottling up comes pouring out in a torrent of sobs and hiccups. Draco presses closer to you, towering over you and shielding you from the rest of the world. You let his peppermint scent engulf you completely,

“For Salazar’s sake y/n I need you to tell me what’s wrong. I need to fix it, love. Please tell me,” his voice is low and choked.

He’s right, you know he’s right. You squeeze your eyes tighter and grip his back, savouring the muscles under his dress shirt for a few more seconds before you know you’ll have to let go.

“Your father told me we couldn’t see each other anymore. He told me,” you pull out of his arms, leaning back against the tree, “he said, well, it doesn’t matter what he said. We just can’t be together.” Draco’s eyes widen and your cheeks heat up, your words ringing through your ears, “I mean we can’t be friends.”

Draco steps closer to you, running a hand through his hair and closing his eyes. He mumbles something under his breath that you can’t hear but you’re almost positive that it’s a curse. When he opens his eyes, your heart stops. His blue eyes burn into yours, glassy and angry but with something else too, something hot and fierce. Your heart restarts when he places his arms against the tree, caging you between it and him. You can’t resist placing your hands on his chest, feeling his heartbeat pick up as well.

“What did my father say, y/n.” He isn’t asking you, he’s telling you.

You lower your eyes, not bothering to fight him anymore, “he told me he would destroy me if I kept being friends with you. He said you were getting married and that you could never marry a Hufflepuff and that he would destroy me if he had to.”

He staggers back with each word, like each one shoves him more than the last. He squeezes his fists before straightening his fingers, shoving them once more through his hair. His shoulders are tense, his back straight. His eyes are screwed shut again. 

“Bloody hell,” he pulls at his hair, biting his lip, “he’s lost his damn mind.”

You wrap your arms around yourself, tugging at your jumper, suddenly hot all over. Now is not the time to be getting riled up over Draco but you can’t help it, he looks exquisite. Messy hair and an un-tucked shirt, the veins in his hand prominent and his rings glittering in the afternoon sun. He’s absolutely and undeniably perfect.

“It’s ok, Dra, you’ll be ok,” you try your best to comfort him but he snaps his eyes open, looking at you like you’ve gone mad as well.

“My dad threatened to kill you! No I am not okay!”

This time you walk to him, pulling him into your chest again and wrapping your arms around his neck. He sweeps his arms around your waist, pulling you so close that you have to stand on your tiptoes to keep your arms around him. His hands grasp your hips tight and you immediately know what he wants. You oblige, wanting it just as much if not more, jumping up and wrapping your legs around his stomach. You tuck your face into his neck this time, breathing in the slightest hint of apples, green ones. 

You don’t speak, practically feeling the words bubbling in his chest, “My dad told you he was going to kill you, love. He threatened you and he didn’t even tell me. I am definitely not okay. I need to do something. I need to talk to him. And he told you I was getting married? He’s lucky he isn’t here. I don’t care if he’s my father, nobody talks to my girl like that.”

He’s rambling, something he does when he’s at his end. His words wrap around you, tangling with every part of you and sinking into your skin. They lull you into a daze of sorts, almost nodding off on your best friends shoulder. You don’t realise how tired you are until you’re in his arms, safe. And then it hits you, and you’re wide awake again.

“Your girl?”

You cut him off mid sentence, squeezing your legs tighter around him to bring his attention back to you.

“What did you say, love?” Draco hikes you further up his body, readjusting his grip on you.

Your cheeks flame, your neck hot. His eyes bore into yours, searching for something that you’re not quite sure you’re ready to give. His lips are so close to yours, his breath hitting your lips with every exhale. The courtyard around you fades away and Hogwarts itself holds its breath.

“Did you call me your girl, Draco?”

He doesn’t blush like you thought he would, “yes, I did. That’s what you are. Mine. And Merlin help my father for trying to take you away from me.”

You stare at him for a few seconds, letting his words sink into your flesh. They curl around your bones, laying down a warmth that you’ve been craving for longer than you can remember. He’s right. Of course he’s right, he’s Draco. You are his and you always have been. His arm around your back tightens, jostling you enough to make you cling harder to him. Your fingers find their way to the nape of his neck, tangling in his hair. He leans his head back, giving in to your touch willingly. 

He holds your gaze as your fingers weave through his silky hair, capturing you with his eyes and refusing to let go, “I’m yours, Draco. Please don’t let me go.”

He leans his forehead against yours, “never, love.”

Hogwarts releases the breath it had been holding, the noise of the courtyard once more fluttering around you. You go to get down from Draco but he stops you, tightening his arms. You only shake your head and smile, letting the sunshine warm your face.

Your heart aches slightly still though, “what are we going to do about your father, Dra?

He starts walking, the sudden movement causing you to tug his hair a little harder.

His voice is strained when he finally answers, leaning down to rub his cheek against your head, “just let me handle that, ok?” 

You give in, for now, laying your head on his shoulder and closing your eyes for the final time, “where are we going, Dra?”

“We, my love, are going to take a very much needed nap.” 

#draco malfoy #draco #malfoy #draco x reader #draco x hufflepuff!reader #draco malfoy x female reader #draco x female reader #draco malfoy x hufflepuff!reader #draco malfoy x reader #draco imagine #draco malfoy imagine #harry potter #hufflepuff #slytherpuff #slytherin

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💓 Skipping Heartbeats by @1dfetusfics (3k) | Mature

Louis doesn’t talk much and for some reason he has a queasy feeling in his belly whenever he’s around boys now, especially around Harry.

💓 One day to believe in you by @mediaville (7k) | Explicit

A mysterious force compels Louis to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. Even when it’s really inconvenient.

Harry blinks and has the nerve to look surprised. “You think about me when you get off?”

“Yes,” Louis says. He wonders how hard he’d need to punch himself in the face to knock himself out.

“Often?”

“Yes, Christ, Harry,” Louis groans. “Probably eight times a week for going on six years now. On average, you know. More when we were touring, less when I’ve been visiting family. Anything else you’d like to know?”

💓 keep me safe, keep me sane, keep me honest by @hilourry (8k) | Explicit

Louis is the Prince of England. All past omega princes and princesses have been married and pregnant at age 18, so his parents arrange him to be married to Harry Styles, the royal family’s PR guy.

💓 give you my fever by @beautlouis (10k) | Explicit

And he’s wanted it even more since he met Louis, it’s driven him insane, he spends 90% of his life turned on because of Louis and he’s had no relief at all. He’ll wake up at night too hot and itchy, with Louis warm and sweet smelling next to him, and unable to do anything but wank unsuccessfully, with no release. “I can try,” Louis says, close enough that Harry’s eyes cross a little trying to look at him. “I want to, I’ve never been with anybody, like, I’ve snogged people, lots of people, but I’ve never—touched anyone.” He clears his throat. “I’d touch you, Hazza.”

Harry’s breathing picks up. “Yes.” He doesn’t think there was a question but he’s a little overwhelmed. “Yes,” he repeats, dizzy.

*x-factor era. harry’s never had an orgasm before, louis gives him his first

💓 New Places, New Possibilities by orphan_account (12k) | Explicit

Harry has always longed for Louis from afar, never sure exactly what Louis wanted, or if they could even have what they wanted. Even though Louis would sneak into Harry’s bed every chance he could, they’d never gone further than cuddles and innocent kisses. But when the boys are finally away from home on their first visit to LA, things finally begin to change.

💓 An Irrationally Strong Bond Between Two People by @jishler (17k) | Explicit

Before The Advancement, most human lives and careers were plagued by irrationality and a lack of productivity. This was largely the symptom of what scientists refer to as “interpersonal passion,” which included two separate (though often conjointly occurring) phenomena: “love,” and “sex.” “Love” was a pre-Advancement word which referred to an irrationally strong bond between two people, which caused its sufferers to prioritise their fellow “lover,” as well as the integrity of the malignant bond itself, over vital things such as workplace productivity. Taken every two weeks in pill form, The Drug immediately removes interpersonal passion from the human psyche. Children’s friendships do not have the capacity to develop into full-fledged “love” since they are not yet adults. Every person over eighteen takes The Drug gladly, grateful that it allows them to be productive, clear-headed, and rational members of society.

A few weeks before Louis’ eighteenth birthday, Harry and Louis fall in love.

(Based on the book Louis writes in indiaalphawhiskey’s Our Lives, Non-Fiction.)

💓 now I’ll surrender up my heart and swap it for yours by @estrella30 (17k) | Mature

Louis can’t believe this. He just - he honestly, in all of the ideas he had in his head as to who Harry was, he never in a million years thought this was going to be the answer.

“You’re a prince?” Liam asks, for what is possibly the hundredth time in the past five minutes. It seems to be the only thing either of them can say. Harry’s sat primly in his chair, back a straight line and hands folded neatly on the kitchen table.

He nods once, and bows his head slightly. “Yes.”

“And you have to stay here,” Louis clarifies, “Because you were almost kidnapped?”

OR - a (kind of) Princess Protection Program AU

💓 Sail Across Me by @canonlarry / iwillpaintasongforlou (21k) | Explicit

Harry is a prince that is about to be forced into marriage against his will and running away to sea seems like a much better option. Louis is the captain of the infamous pirate ship The Rogue and he has a thing for helping defenseless creatures. Especially when they're as pretty as this one.

💓 Hiding Out in the Kitchen by @LittleMousling (28K) | Explicit

Harry’s in an internationally famous boyband with his three best mates, he gets laid on a pretty regular basis, and he’s headed to Australia in a week. He doesn’t need anything else, and he certainly doesn’t need a boyfriend. If this nice guy he met in a coffeeshop wants to date him, great—but that’s all it is. Right?

💓 Just for Tonight (I can be yours) by @sadaveniren (42k) | Explicit

Harry, prince of Cestrescir, has been betrothed to Ludvic, prince of Yorvik, since birth. He’d accepted a loveless marriage as his duty to his country, until an accident threw him in the path of a gentle alpha

💓 Faking It by @TheCellarDoor (46k) | Mature

A uni AU in which Louis has been Harry’s best friend since he offered him cubed fruit on the playground, and they spend more time cuddling in their dorm beds than they do apart, but it’s not like that. Or is it?

Aka Harry pretends to date his best friend to escape unwanted attention from a too insistent classmate and hopes it won’t blow up in his face. Featuring embarrassing dildo accidents, awkward boners, longing, first times, late night conversations, emotional discoveries and Niall as the exasperated friend with bad advice.

💓 No Hold to Hold Onto by @kingsofeverything (47k) | Explicit

Injured after being thrown from a bronc, Harry doesn’t know if he’ll ever compete again.

His only hope is a man called Tommo, a world champion rider who retired at the top of his game.

When Harry goes looking for help learning a new way to rope and ride, the last thing he expects to find is love.

💓 Gentle Autumn Rain by @creamcoffeelou (57k) | Explicit

Louis Tomlinson moved to London with a big heart and a big dream. Harry Styles moved to London, fresh out of the police academy, with the hopes of helping as many people as he could in his eyes. When a deranged alpha forces their paths to cross, their ideas of what is meant to be will never be the same.

💓 Gentle Autumn Rain by @creamcoffeelou (57k) | Explicit

Louis Tomlinson moved to London with a big heart and a big dream. Harry Styles moved to London, fresh out of the police academy, with the hopes of helping as many people as he could in his eyes. When a deranged alpha forces their paths to cross, their ideas of what is meant to be will never be the same.

💓 Can I lay by your side? by @tommosgun / Star_Henderson (59k) | Mature “Harry, tell me what you are going to do when you leave here.” “I’m going to drive to a hotel, drink some of that vodka, enough to give me dutch courage.“ Harry looks down at his feet, colour blooming in his cheeks. “I’m going to find a bar, find a man who wants to sleep with me, find some weed and lose myself for a few days.” “Look, do you even know your way around Manchester, do you know anyone here?” He shakes his head. “So you are just going to pick up a random man and sleep with him?” Louis huffs out incredulously. “There’s a first time for everything.” Or Fate brings Louis to Harry. Alone, Harry’s buying vodka in Louis’ local shop. He takes him home, this beautiful stranger, giving him his undivided attention and the weekend of his life. Together they tick off Harry’s ‘to do’ list and fall in love at the same time. Harry has secrets and despairingly, on Monday morning, he has to go back to his old life. Louis and Harry meet up six months later by accident in quite different circumstances.

💓 Into the wild by @Deidei (76k) | Mature Red is supposed to be the color of fate, right? Even if it’s annoying right now, it might connect to something good when you least expect it.

Louis Tomlinson, a mischievous and adventurous Omega ends up stranded onto an unknown and mysterious island, after a shipwreck, where he’ll be forced to learn to survive as a wild wolf. Here he’ll meet an Alpha that sparks an interest in him that no Alpha ever could. Not used to the new surroundings, the new social and cultural norms and the wolves will he be able to live in the wild?

💓 Want You More Than A by @TheCellarDoor (77k) | Mature Falling in love with your step-brother’s best friend is a disaster enough. When he happens to be the boy everyone loves and you’re a nerd who wears sweater vests and cries during rom-coms, it takes it to a whole new level.

💓 electing strange perfections by @scrunchyharry (84k) | Explicit Back for the summer from university, 19-year-old Louis is faced with a massive problem: their new gardener is quite possibly the most gorgeous man he's ever met. Over the course of the summer, Louis and a 25-year-old Harry will learn that love can be found where you least expect it.

💓 Both Showing Hearts by @kiwikero (113k) | Explicit

Louis Tomlinson is, in fact, not straight.

Harry Styles isn’t sure what he is.

Together, they figure it out, and maybe fall in love along the way.

Or, the Uni AU where Louis helps Harry figure out his sexuality, Niall crashes a bachelorette party, Liam works in a printing centre, and Zayn happens to need lots of printing done.

💓 Luscious blood by @Deidei (116k) | Mature

Louis Tomlinson, a human, has been living in poor living conditions together with his mother since he was born. Ever since he can remember he has loathed the stronger, faster, more developed kind that rule this world; Vampires. But will his opinion change after he meets his soul mate that is an arrogant, royal vampire named Harry Styles…

💓 Baby Heaven’s in your Eyes by @theboyfriendstagram (120k) | Explicit

They couldn’t be more different if they tried. Louis Tomlinson is 17 years old and in his last year of the most prestigious private school in Doncaster. Everyone who attends his school knows him thanks to his incredibly rich family, sassy attitude and gorgeous girlfriend, Eleanor Calder. If there’s one thing that completely annoys him, it’s that there is a poor community college right across the street.

Harry Styles is 19 years old, and (once again) in his last year of college. He goes to community college in Doncaster. He never shows up to classes and if he actually bothers to, he’s either high or drunk; sometimes both. His skin is littered with tattoos and if there’s one thing he absolutely hates, it’s the snobby students attending the private school right across from his.

Or a sixth form!AU where Harry is the fucked up bad boy with too many problems, Louis is the perfect rich boy with too much money and their schools are right across from each other. They meet at a party and that’s the last (and maybe the only) thing they need.

💓 Change My Mind by @larry_love13 (155k) | Teen And Up Audiences

Louis was a devout Christian family man with a wife and ten kids who lived a seemingly happy and idyllic life in Oklahoma. He always felt something was missing but he could never figure out what until he met Harry Styles, who made him question every single value he'd ever held dear, including his relationship to God AND his marriage. Harry, a devoutly religious young college student struggling with his own family and personal issues turned to Louis for guidance. They both end up learning a lot about themselves, each other, and their religion as they change a few minds-including their own-during their journey.

💓 Senses. by @kotabear24 (316k) | Explicit

💓 Silver Series by @Deidei (323k) | Mature

There are three prestigious Wolf clans: The Styles, The Payne’s and The Maliks. They are ancient clans of Pureblood Wolfs and they are respected and worshipped by other lower-class clans.

Louis is an Omega Fox spending his life mostly hiding because he’s not just an ordinary Fox. Louis decides to go to the most prestigious University in the country where he meets a blue eyed Omega he’ll forever keep in his heart and an Alpha with piercing green eyes. Hiding from his demons and living in a nightmare can he ever show his true self?

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quad cuddle puddle [tom holland fluff]

➽ pairing: dad!tom holland x fem!reader ➽ word count: 2.5k ➽ summary: tom forgets his birthday, so you and your twin sons help him remember. ➽ warnings: EXTREME FLUFF, dad!tom to boys with super curly hair :,)) ➽ a/n: this entire thing makes me go uwu wow i nEED dad!tom

“‘Morning, Mummy.” 

There was a swift kiss placed on my cheek, accompanied by the smell of Tom’s shampoo, and I watched my husband pick up a mug and hand it to me. “‘Morning, babes,” I mumbled. “You’re up early.” 

“The lads wanted me to make them breakfast before football,” Tom shrugged. “Their eyes got all big and they started pouting; you know how it goes.” 

“And where would the lads be?” I asked, sipping at the warm earl grey in a mug that declared Tom to be the world’s best daddy. 

“Garden,” Tom said. “Running around with Tess.” 

I nodded and placed the tea down, and I captured Tom’s arm in a hug. I sighed heavily, and I whispered, “Let me think. We have a football match today, yes? Anything else?”

“Not that I’m aware of,” Tom said, nestling his mouth into my messy hair. 

My heart thrummed. He had forgotten, which was so typical of him. Tom Holland would forget his head if it wasn’t screwed onto his neck. “Silly old bear,” I giggled. “Old, old bear.” 

“Hey,” Tom squeaked. “I’m not that old!”

“Are you sure?” I asked. Just then, I saw Tessa in a blur, rushing past the sliding glass door, quickly followed by Theodore and William. “You’re not forgetting something?” 

“Christ on a cracker, Y/N,” Tom chuckled. “Am I?” 

“I’d say so,” I told him, unwrapping myself from around his arm. “But what exactly?” I turned and stuck my tongue out at him as I walked backwards towards the door, and Tom’s eyebrows knitted together as he mumbled to himself. 

As soon as I opened the door, I heard shouts of “Mummy!” and Tess’s baying at my entrance. Tom and I had just started dating when he got Tess and all of the Hollands said that I was her true owner, more so than Tom. She always came running to me with tail wagging and drool dripping. My boys weren’t much different in their greetings. 

I kneeled to the ground and was tackled by a 40 pound boy. Theodore was the oldest twin, but he was still über attached to me. A lot of other boys at school and football were starting to shed their mothers, but my Theo was always at my hip. I didn’t mind one bit, of course. Even when Theo gets to be older with his own family, I’d still gladly let him hold my hand. “Hi, Mummy,” Theo said with a toothy grin. 

“Hi, my darling,” I smiled back and I ruffled up his tawny curls. “Did Daddy brush your hair?” 

“Yeah,” Theo nodded quickly. “Liam’s too.” 

I looked over Theo’s shoulder to see my other boy Liam laid on the grass and wrestling with Tess. William was younger by a half hour and was a bit smaller than Theo, but everything else was identical. Same brown curls that turned caramel in the summertime, dark brown eyes, freckles and button noses and-- as much I hated to say it-- crooked teeth. Tom had had braces when he was young, as did I, and I hated the thought that my boys would have to endure that. Theo and Liam were the spitting image of their father, hardly anything left for me to contribute to them, but I didn’t mind. Having the house full of Tom and a pair of Tom clones made me happy. 

Liam’s hair was a mess just like Theo’s, and I laughed softly. Liam’s hair was getting long, to about his shoulders, and I briefly wondered if he would let me braid his hair before his match, but the thought was interrupted by Tom from the door. “Lads!” He called. “Breakie!” 

Our boys raced to the door and careened to get their food, and I hung back at Tom’s side. “Theo said you brushed their hair,” I said. 

“Yeah,” Tom said. “Wanted to let you sleep.” 

“Hmm,” I hummed softly. “Did you dress them too?” 

“Yeah,” Tom nodded. “Why do you ask?” 

“Liam’s shirt is backwards,” I said, stifling my laugh. 

“What? No,” Tom said quickly. “No, I-- The logo’s on the back, isn’t it?” 

“No, my love, the logo is on the front of their kit,” I told him. 

“Yeah, Daddy,” Liam chimed in, climbing up into the stool at the counter. “Logo’s on the front, or how else will you see it?” 

Tom scoffed and playfully rolled his eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me, you goose?” he said and lightly tickled Liam’s side. Where Theo was a momma’s boy, Liam was a daddy’s boy through and through. He had always been that way, ever since he was born; I could hold him, Dominic and Nikki could try, we even let Harry, Sam, Patty, and Harrison have a crack at it, but Liam only ever stopped his awful wailing when Tom held him. There was a time when the boys were two and Liam absolutely refused to wear clothes unless they matched Tom’s. That led to several months of candid paparazzi pictures and headlines about how Liam was basically Tom’s Mini-Me. That was a hidden perk to marrying and having children with a famous actor: I could never run out of pictures of Tom or him with our boys. “You goose!” 

“You’re the goose, Daddy,” Liam giggled. “‘Cause you forgot--” 

“Liam,” I giggled, snuffling into his neck. “Let Daddy remember for himself.” 

“You’re killing me,” Tom laughed. His eyes wrinkled at the corners as he smiled, and he turned his attention towards Theo. “How’re you liking those eggs there, T?” 

“There’s some shell in them, Daddy,” Theo said, patting the scrambled eggs with his fork. “They’re crunchy.” 

“Isn’t that how Uncle Sammy makes your eggs?” Tom asked. “I could have sworn he told me that you liked your eggs extra crunchy.” 

“No,” Theo said, his cheeks turning pink as he giggled. “I didn’t say that.” 

“We can get something to eat on the way to football,” I offered. “I think today’s worth celebrating, right, lads?” 

Luckily, Theo and Liam had caught on, and they nodded. “What’re we celebrating?” Tom sighed. “Why won’t you just tell me?”

“I’ll give you three guesses,” I told him. I began to carefully plait up Liam’s hair, and I watched the gears turning in Tom’s head. 

“It’s not our anniversary,” Tom began. His nose scrunched up, and he mumbled, “And it’s not any birthdays… Theo. Is it your birthday today?” 

“No,” Theo giggled. 

“Liam? Is it yours?” Tom asked, his brown eyes twinkling. 

“No! Theo and I have the same birthday!” 

“Oh yeah. Duh. Not yours, I know that…” Tom said, looking at me, and his eyes suddenly widened. “Is it my birthday?” 

“Happy birthday, Daddy!” Liam exclaimed. I had seen him ready to burst with it, and the look on Tom’s face was unforgettable. It was glee, the most potent and joyful glee. 

“How did I forget my own birthday?” Tom laughed. “Is that why you called me old?” 

“You’re getting there, love,” I said, pressing my finger to his chin. 

“You’re mean,” Tom told me, and I wound my arms around him. 

“But you deal with it somehow,” I said, and Tom nodded. 

“How do I manage?” Tom sighed, and he leaned down and quickly kissed my cheek. With that, the boys groaned, and Tom rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, Mummy and Daddy are gross, I know. You’ll understand one day.” 

The glass door was open as I sat on the couch, a July evening breeze warming the room. Theo and Liam had won their football match, and we all had gone to lunch with Tom’s family and Harrison (who was an honorary Holland at this point). I could hear my husband and sons in the back garden playing, with a bark from Tess every so often, and I looked down at my book. Then, there was an exaggerated yell from the yard, and Tom called, “They’ve got me! I’m being attacked! Mummy, help! Oh, Jesus, Tess, that’s my mouth.” 

When I looked into the yard, I saw Tom splayed out on the grass, twins sitting on his chest as Tessa was licking all over his face. Theo and Liam loved to wrestle with Tom, even though they always won, and it had become a nightly routine ever since we realized that the boys were out like a light about half an hour after the whole thing. 

“How’d you get yourself into this?” I asked. “I thought Spiderman was a really good fighter.” 

“Not when-- Tess, stop the licking, please-- not when he’s ambushed by clones,” Tom said, pushing Tessa away, but she went right back to licking his forehead. “Genetically modified clones!” 

“Oh, dear,” I playfully sighed. 

“We’ve got you, Spiderman!” Theo cried. 

“You might’ve caught me,” Tom began, wrapping a muscled arm around each boy. “But I… Am… Spiderman!” With that, he worked himself to his feet, each son under his arm, and he began to spin in circles as they screamed with glee. I’m not sure either Theo or Liam would ever get over their dad being Spiderman. I remember taking them to set when they could barely walk and having Zendaya and Jacob go all heart-eyes over the “baby Toms”, but Liam had been in a world of his own that day. He clung to Tom’s leg nearly all day, and, whenever Tom was able to take off the mask. Liam just looked up at him and giggled. Theo also liked the fact that his dad was Spiderman; he had told me once that it made him feel safe and happy, and that spoke volumes to me. 

Tom was terrified when I first told him that I was pregnant. We were young; he was only 19 and had just officially landed the role of Spiderman hardly a month before. I was scared out of my wits as well, but I knew that Tom’s heart was good and that he would be a loving father; not to mention I had a whole clan of Hollands behind me to catch Tom if he started slipping up. The first few doctors appointments he missed, due to Civil War filming, and when he finally had a break at the same time as an appointment, he held my hand the entire time. The doctor had passed the wand over my swelling belly and, after a moment, there was the faintest heartbeat. Tom cried. He often cried when it came to our boys. Then, when the second heartbeat joined, that’s when panic started to come in. Twins. We were hardly adults, Tom had a new job, I was still a uni student, and we were fit to have twins. It all seemed impossible. 

Until Civil War was released. Tom-Mania extended to the far corners of the globe, and suddenly there were millions of people backing us. His management team around him was advising him on how to tell his new fans that I was pregnant, but Tom, in typical fashion, didn’t listen to any suggestions and opted instead to post a picture of me on his story with my sweatpants pulled under my big belly, crying about Toy Story. And everyone loved them. Theodore Dominic Holland and William Thomas Holland were more loved than they could ever fathom and now, at five years old, they continued to amass a fanbase of their own. 

According to routine, after our nightly wrestling was bath time (translation: Liam tries to take a shower like a big boy but always ends up needed help washing his hair, so either Tom or I sit in there for half an hour and let him do his thing until he calls upon us), and, if need be, a small snack. When Tom was training for a movie, I tried to keep the whole family on a semi-similar diet, but you could definitely tell when Tom had wrapped a movie just by the state of our larder. It was usually at the pre-bedtime snack that the Oreos were brought out, even if I tried in vain to get them to have a bit of orange. My self control was fairly weak, however, and I gave into the cookies every time. 

And then, the main event. Bedtime. The boys had gotten into a habit of falling asleep in our bed and having us tuck them into their own, but lately, we kept “forgetting” to move them and ended up letting them sleep with us. Two adults, two children, and a dog didn’t leave much room, but we made it work. I was extra conscious of small moments like waking up with little boy drool on my chest, because I knew that there would come a day when I didn’t have that. One day, my boys would grow up and would maybe tolerate a hug at times, and I wanted to savor the moments I had with them. 

Tom read them a story every single night. Lately, at the recommendation of their school teacher, we had begun to read them chapter books, and they were nearly halfway through the first Lord of the Rings book already. The time it took to read a chapter was enough for me to manage a shower, and then I would make sure they stayed down while Tom did the same. 

Usually I did. Sometimes, like tonight, Tom fell asleep while reading. 

He was laying in bed, his legs crossed at the ankle, propped up against the pillows. Liam was nestled in the crook of his right arm, sucking the corner of his blankie, and Theo was in his left. The sight of all three of my boys sleeping together made tears well in my eyes. If I thought they looked alike when they were awake, it was nothing compared to when they were asleep. Tom’s cheeks went red when he slept, usually if he was having a good dream, and Theo and Liam had inherited that. The universe really said copy-paste with my boys. Sometimes, I would hear Liam or Theo say something, and I could’ve sworn that my husband was the one to utter it. 

I stopped briefly to take a picture of the affair, topped off with a toppled book, and I quickly sent it to Nikki. I was nowhere near as good of a photographer as she was, but I knew that she appreciated the little candid moments in our house that she couldn’t capture. Then, moving slowly so as to not wake the sleeping boys, I slipped under the blankets. Tom gave a little snuffle in his sleep and his eyes opened slowly. He looked at me, then at his sons, and he sighed. “How long s’I asleep?” He mumbled, smacking his lips. 

“I only just got out of the shower,” I whispered. “Couldn’t have been more than 10 minutes.”

“Goodness, I’m sorry, love,” Tom whispered. 

“For what?” I asked. “You had a big day, Mr. Birthday Boy.” 

“Dunno,” Tom said, and he brushed a hand over Theo’s curls. “I’m just exhausted.” 

“Go to sleep, my love,” I whispered. “I think they’re gonna sleep really well tonight, what do you think?” 

“Yeah,” Tom whispered. 

I scooted closer to the trio and put an arm over Theo and across Tom’s stomach so that my hand could reach Liam’s side. We had perfected the art of a quadruple cuddle puddle. “I love you.” I whispered. 

“Love you, Mummy,” Theo mumbled, his little voice oh-so quiet, and a tear escaped my eye. Oh, how I loved my babies so.

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[littlesniggy]

Hi!! I've always wanted to request something from you!! I can't believe I almost missed it 😱 I'd like to request a scenario for Denjiro with a gf whose love language is physical touch. When in public, she's always doing little things like holding his pinky, or the hem of his sleeve, or scooting closer to him when it's crowded. Of course she goes full-on clingy when she's alone with him hehehe

I've been in love with this guy ever since he appeared on screen, it's so unfair 🤧💗

Hey @lazybutsmexy ! Thank you so much for requesting! I always feel like I'm not good at conveying feelings in fluffy scenarios but I hope you still like it! Also, I always have difficulties imagining people liking an overly clingy partner, but that's just me since I personally would find it annoying. But! I think Denjiro would find it charming in a way if it's not the 'annoying' type who would demand his attention 24/7. Hope you understand what I mean 🙈😅. Anyway, please enjoy!!

Warnings: none

Pairing: Denjiro x female reader

Word count: 900

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Usually, people were making room for him when he was walking through the streets of Hana no Miyako and he was at the point where he was expecting them to move aside but given what night of the year it was he could see past it. What bothered him, however, was how uncomfortable it seemed to make you; all those people shoving past each other, sweaty skin gliding against his, leaving a disgusting feeling and people generally having no room to walk freely.

Everyone was on their way to see the fireworks at the harbor and even though he knew how much you hated crowded places he also knew how much you enjoyed fireworks. He tried to convince you to watch them from his mansion but you had insisted to go all the way to the harbor, to see it from up close.

He smiled when he felt you inch closer to him, you small body trying to evade a man who was loudly laughing with his friends, a bottle of sake in his hand. Your hand, so tiny in comparison to his, was holding onto his ring finger; it felt so loose but every time you two were about to get separated you held on tightly. He was always surprised how well you’ve mastered the art of holding on.

“You know, I like it when you hold my finger like this but you’re really stupid for wanting to come here in the first place.” He chuckled into your ear, his words only for you to hear. Your face heated up a tiny bit, a small smile crossing your lips, liking how he somewhat shielded you from the people around you.

“It’s a small price to pay for a view like the one from the harbor.” You replied. He brushed a stray strand of hair out of your face before straightening his back again, walking a little bit in front of you to open up a path for you to walk.

When you arrived at the harbor, you two found a secluded place; it was your special place not everyone knew about. It was the place he took you on your third date where he asked you to be his girlfriend.

He helped you get up on the hill; it wasn’t visible from below, trees blocking the sight but once you were on top you had the perfect view over the bay. You simply loved it.

Denjiro laid down a huge blanked for the two of you to sit on, putting down the basket with a few snacks and good sake inside; he was always so well-prepared, you loved it. Sometimes, it made you feel like you were useless in this relationship but you knew this was far from the truth. Just how much always wanting to be close to him was your love language was his to be thoughtful and attentive.

“Here, I help you, darling.” He held out his hand for your to take in order to take a seat on the ground, the flowery yukata restricting your movements a little. You took him on his offer, being able to eventually sit comfortably on your butt. Denjiro took a seat slightly behind you, prepared for you to lean against him if you so desired. Gladly, you took him on on this offer as well, leaning your back against the right side of his body, your head resting against his shoulder.

“Would you like something to eat?” you asked him, looking up at him from under your lashes. “Thank you, darling, but maybe later.” He answered, giving you a small kiss on the top of your head. As a response, you held out your hand for him to put his hand in. When you felt his rough palms against yours, you couldn’t help but shiver. You loved how his hands felt; it showed you how much he worked, how much he practiced, how much he was dedicated to Oden-sama.

You played with his hand, tracing the callous with your thumb, following your own thoughts. You moved your head to his chest, making him lean back a little for you to sit more comfortably. His heart beat underneath your ear, a steady and soothing rhythm. Every time you were feeling anxious or nervous you asked him to either hold you against his body or let you lay on top of him, head resting on his chest and simply listening to his heartbeat.

Your train of thoughts was interrupted when a big bang echoed through the night. You looked up, grabbing his hand a little tighter and holding it up against your chest, now clutching it with both of your hands. Your eyes brightened up even more once more and more bright colors started flashing over the dark sky.

Denjiro watched you while you were watching the fireworks, studying your excited features with delight. He let his thumb circle over the back of your hand, his gaze lifting to watcha the fireworks as well. When you inched a little closer to him, resting your head against his shoulder once again, feeling how he rested his chin on the top of your head in return.

You sighed contently, enjoying the moment, just the two of you on top of this hill, watching the fireworks lighten up the night.

“One more year, then Kaido’s and Orochi’s reign will finally come to an end.” You whispered, almost not audible but he heard you loud and clear.

“And once we won, I will marry you.” He replied, already looking forward to the day he would take your hand in marriage.

#one piece #op #op imagine #denjiro #op denjiro #Denjiro x reader #female reader #Denjiro x female reader #Denjiro x you #op x reader #fluff #Denjiro fluff #one piece fluff #op fluff #kozuki oden #yonkou kaido #op kaido #kurozumi orochi

[endeaavorr]

PAPA!ENJI AU CHARACTER BREAKDOWN

hello ! this is some new content idea that i thought would help everyone understand their dynamic better, and if this turns out well i’d turn this into an event too, i hope you enjoy. with love, moon. cw : mentions of death, violence, suicide, slight yandere tendencies.

“if you (have to) choose between the fate of your partner or the fate of the world, what will you choose ?”

y/n’s answer : them

y/n is very selfish when it comes to her relationship with enji. there’s something with the way she thinks, that’s just different and not even i, her creator can fathom or tell if it’s good or not. she’s so emotionally intelligent it boosts her and even enji’s publicity. but at the same time, to her nothing matters other than enji and her brothers. she would gladly knock on devil’s door and put a bargain on things no one wants to know what is just to get her way.

enji’s answer : the world

this is pretty obvious. enji is officially japan’s number one hero, with a successful agency to lead aside from it. it naturally makes him a leader that will have no choice but to put others first, it’s his responsibility, it’s his fate.

“will you sacrifice yourself for the other person ?”

y/n’s answer : will

after all the todoroki discourse, y/n considers enji her life and death. she vowed to herself to do everything in her power and beyond to make sure enji can be happy with her. to her, death is painless. it is life that brings misery.

enji’s answer : will

this is self explanatory. even if their relationship remained platonic, enji’s parental love would still let him give up his life for her.

“can you kill your partner if they become a monster ?”

y/n’s answer : can not

as i stated previously, y/n is selfish when it comes to enji. she would rather sit back and watch the world gets consumed by hellfire if it means she can be with enji.

enji’s answer : can

he has his responsibilities as a hero, and sacrificing personal matters is at the top of the list. he knew what it’s like to lose a child, so he can have a better judgement of what he would do. it’d crush him though. he’d be on distraught for a long time.

“will you take revenge if your partner is killed ?”

y/n’s answer : will

enji is a hard man to kill, if he somehow got killed it would be because he was distracted like when dabi revealed himself as touya, or it would be because reinforcement came late. the latter would be worse though, there’s no limit to how far she would go.

enji’s answer : will

unlike y/n’s egocentric temper, enji wouldn’t blame it on reinforcement or other survivors. he’d use all his connections and power as the number one to find whoever’s responsible. i haven’t thought this enough but it’s possible that the grief gets too much for enji to handle, it completely dulls his hero tendencies. he not only will let your killer die a slow and painful death, but also their kid too. an eye for an eye.

“will you follow your partner to death ?”

y/n’s answer : will

there are two scenarios where i thought about this possibility may occur. scenario one would be if enji’s sacrificing himself to save everyone like fighting a villain or gets trapped etc, if that’s the case she’ll stay and let life play whatever joke it has on them, as long as she has him, it doesn’t matter. scenario two would be if enji died without her like for example in a hospital or a battleground where she’s not present, if that’s the case she wouldn’t straight up kill herself, she’ll see what happens after like if it was accidental or planned or anything, but im not disclosing anything though, she can be unpredictable when it comes to enji.

enji’s answer : will not

if the conditions are like as i stated with y/n, on scenario one enji would sacrifice himself with y/n so ‘she at least won’t be alone in her last moments’. meanwhile on scenario two, he’s gonna prompt for revenge, and maybe find a way to bring her back.

“possibility of marriage ?”

y/n’s answer : there is not

enji’s answer : there is not

enji is legally still married to rei in this au. even if their marriage wasn’t built on love and it’s practically ended, a divorce will stain his and his family’s name. they had a talk about this about two years after both of them became a thing, and there’s a mutual agreement on this matter. the todoroki legacy that has been built is way too valuable to taint. enji feels bad though, y/n has sacrificed way too much, even more than rei did. so enji did give her a promise ring, making it clear that he’s not messing with her feelings or taking her for granted. he wears that ring in place of his first one that he got with rei. on a more simple answer, i’m sure incest marriage is illegal. (too bad)

“at the end of the world will you be with your partner ?”

y/n’s answer : will

enji’s answer : will

there’s no need to elaborate further on y/n’s answer. however enji’s a bit tricky since he should be trying to save people, right ? but no. he’s still a person with his own desires before he is a hero. it’s not like the world ever sacrificed its life for him anyways. enji would stop by rei’s place where natsuo and shoto lives to give a last apology, then go somewhere nice with y/n to watch the skies darken for the last time.

“will you tell lies to your partner ?”

y/n’s answer : will

enji’s answer : will

both of them are similar in this. i guess this is where the todoroki genes take place. she would only do harmless lies like birthday surprises and when she’s hiding her struggles or something because really there’s nothing for her to lie about, while enji would lie to protect her from the harsh knowledge of the grown up’s world. he thinks you’re still too innocent for the world, and he’d like to keep it that way.

“your partner has been killed to end their hellish suffering, will you revive them ?”

y/n’s answer : will

by now, it’s clearing up that she has some yandere tendencies. it’s not to the extent that she beheads any woman breathing the same air as enji, but it’s enough to be delusional at times. in this case, if enji was killed then she’d go into a craze frenzy. it’s even worse because people will come up to her and say shit like “he’s happy now.” she’d think “he was happy with me too” and mutter it lots of times. kinda scary to the people around her, and if given the chance to revive him, she’d take it in a heartbeat. she’s sure she can make him happy.

enji’s answer : will not

well, how do i say it. enji do loves her, but the years difference in life experience between him and y/n makes all the difference. he thinks rationally, like a normal person do. he’s not that confident in making y/n happy in the first place either, it’s not like she was free from his shitty jerk behaviour back then, if not she even sometimes took the hit for his brothers too. he’s not sure if he ever really made you happy despite trying his best. thus if given such situation, his insecure ass would consider it best if he lets what has happened, happened.

“can you live your position and responsibility for your partner ?”

y/n’s answer : can

y/n’s still quite young, only a few years in her hero career. she doesn’t really have a lot to stake on to be frank. especially with her pesonality, it won’t be a hard choice. hell if enji asks her to be a homemaker she’d be delighted to resign.

enji’s answer : can not

he has too much responsibility, having achieved that much in such a young age means he has a lot in stake. it’s unprofessional too, it irks him to be anything other than that.

“what are the last words you will say to your partner before you part ways forever ?”

y/n’s answer : i will care for you always, that was my part of the deal.

enji’s answer : i’m sorry.

in my au, i only consider this possible to happen if rei wanted to get back together and enji had no choice but to agree. it would be a long shot though, it’s canon in my au that y/n despises her mother, she’d be on her neck the moment she got off the hospital, keeping her away from enji as much as possible. but if this scenario did somehow happen, i think y/n would give in. he’d do anything for enji at the end of the day. (as long as they still fuck regularly tho)

“would they want to meet each other again if they were reborn ?”

y/n’s answer : i want to

enji’s answer : i want to

maybe this time, he won’t be so insecure and flawed. maybe this time, she would fight harder for him.

“finally, one word to describe their relationship ?”

moon’s answer : romantic.

maybe they were doomed from the very start, but they loved each other with all they had. maybe it was wrong, and ugly at times, but still they were two romantics yearning for each other.

this is the end of the character breakdown, thank you so much for making it this far and enjoying my papa!enji au. i appreciate all of you so much.

#papa!enji #endeavor x reader smut #endeavor x reader fluff #enji todoroki #enji todoroki x reader #enji todoroki x reader fluff #endeavor headcanons #enji todoroki headcanons #mha headcanons #bnha headcanons

[lupinsluver]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝑪𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

𝐻𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝐽. 𝑃𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟

aka the love of my life love him

-Bisexual

-A switch but prefers being a sub

- Harry religiously sleeps in on Saturdays {in an au where James and Lilly didn't die}

-Has an odd obsession with baked goods that have bananas in them i.e. banana bread, banana pancakes, banana nut muffins you get it

-Go to pose for pictures is a thumbs up and the biggest stupid smile he can muster

-Thinks painting is so cool

-Would probably marry someone who paints in a heartbeat just because he thinks its so beautiful

-CAT LOVER

-Taylor Swifts biggest fan

-Clingy as hell because of trust issues {me too harry me too}

-His glasses are always broken

-It got to the point where he just stopped fixing the little cracks and only fixes them if they're broken pretty badly

-Refuses to fix his own glasses even though its a simple spell and always has Hermione do it for memories sake

-Has the biggest sweet tooth

-Like this boy could and would eat candy any day all day

-No matter how old he gets he never has a day where he isn't awe struck by magic at least once

-Always has this sort of dumb little look on his face {and it's adorable}

𝑅𝑜𝑛 𝐵. 𝑊𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑦

this boy lord he's so funny love him

-Can cheer just about anyone up without even trying

-Such a jealous little green bug

-Olivia Rodrigo. He'd love her

-Has a secret obsession with his hair

-Omnisexual with a LARGE preference for women

-Dom with a daddy kink

-Slapping kink.

-An ass man

-Likes sweets but has a limit

-Absolutely loves to cook

-He helps out in the Hogwarts kitchens on the weekends

-Visits the Hufflepuff common room often

-Falls for Hufflepuff boys HARD and EASY

-Loves bratty/bossy girls {*cough HERMIONE cough*}

-Holding hands is this boys SHIT

-Like if you were to hold hands with him first he'd fall head over heels

-His favorite place to stay at besides Hogwarts and The Burrow is The Potters {au where James and Lilly is alive obvi}

𝐻𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝐽. 𝐺𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟

-Favorite color is baby pink {twins Mione <3}

-Loves the moon and stars

-Either Black or Hispanic

-Hyperfeminine

-Doesn't define her sexuality with any label

-Mione was adopted and her Mom never knew what to do with her hair so Mione always hated her hair she'd spend many hours between the ages of 5 and 10 crying angrily over her hair always saying how much she "Hates it hates it hates it!". Flash forward to an eleven year old Hermione in the common room her hair looking the same way it always has when Angelina Johnson spots the little first year from across the room. Angelina approached Hermione and asked if she could do her hair up in her dorm. Hermione gladly accepted and followed her upstairs to her dorm and onto her bed. From this night on it be came a tradition between Angelina and Hermione to do their hair together . Angelina taught her like her Mom couldn't. Now at Angelina's graduation Hermione is in her sixth year and sitting in her guest seat next to Angelina's Mom and she's crying. For so many reasons. Because she'd no longer get to do her hair every week with her sister. She wouldn't be able to cheer her on at Quidditch games. And most of all she wouldn't see her sister every day. Angelina had made sure Mione had a seat at her graduation because that night the two of them had grown a bond like sisters so as Angelina said two weeks ago when she gave Hermione the ticket to her graduation "Well I obviously couldn't let my sister miss out on my big day huh?".

-Crying because of that headcannon it's my favorite

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𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒅- — ∘♡༉∘ — 𝟭𝟮-𝟭𝟵-𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟭 — ∘༉♡∘ —

𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒅-

#headcanon #harry potter #hogwarts #golden trio fanfiction

[formenis]

Sfw alphabet with L Lawliet

A/N: I love these things

pairing: L x reader

warnings: none

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Very affectionate but not in public. He thinks these kind of displays were only for him to see and appreciate: pecks on the cheeks, soft hugs and loving words whispered in their ears. Especially the hugs, he loves them.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

He would be a wise and protective best friend. L is always there to comfort you, he would give you the best advice or just listen to you when you need to pour out your emotions.

   Friends since the Wammy’s House: if you were a kid raised in Mr. Wammy’s orphanage, L would start talk and play with you because you were as cunning as him, something he really appreciate in other people.

   Friends during work hours: L would hire you during one of his difficult cases. You were quite famous in the police department because of your peculiar method during the investigations. At first he appreciated your approach to work but as time passed your entire being caught his attention.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

As we said before, L loves cuddles and displays of affection in private. In particular, he likes them most after a long day at work (or after solving a complex case). He just loves the feeling of your soft and warm body against his, your hearthbeat would make him fall asleep in few minutes.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

If it wasn’t for his work, he would settle down for sure especially with you. He loves having you around him, you gave him a sense of calmness and peace. About the domestic chores, we know that Watari does them. However, for your birthday or your anniversary, he would try to cook something special for you (only to criticize the recipe later if he fails).

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

If you break up with him, he would be devastated, of course. He would work twice or three time harder than before just not to think about you or your ended relationship.

If L breaks up with you, he would be sad anyway. He really loves you, despite the emotionless attitude he shows everyday, but his work is too dangerous for you and he would feel guilty if something happens to you because of him.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Before proposing you, he had to be sure you’re the right person for him. He would marry you after three or four years of relationship just to be sure that you could handle his lifestyle and work. When he is completely sure, he would organise a special dinner just the two of you with your favourite dishes and music.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Extremely gentle both with hands and with words. His touch will be always soft on your skin maybe afraid to break you. And his words would be as much gentle; even during occasional fights, he will not raise his voice, insult you or hit you. Never.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Give this man as much hugs as possible! They’re his soft spot! The feeling of your arms around him, the soft heartbeat against his skin and your parfume...he would live his entire life in your arms.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

After a long logical and complex reasoning (useless with love), he concluded that what he felt inside him was love. However, before saying the L-word he had to be 100% sure you feel the same. Nonetheless, he would say things like “You mesmerize me” or “You make me feel alive”.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He is not the jealous type. Well, not much. He trusts you, a lot, so he had no reason to be jealous if a friend of yours is more outgoing than usual. But if we are talking about Light Yagami...oh, keep that mass murderer away from you.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses would be passionate and full of love. Since he is not used to these affections he would give big importance to simple things like a peck on your cheek.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He loves children and they love him too. He has some sort of charm that attracts children around him (and he loves being surrounded by kids).

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He is insomniac so he rarely sleeps with his s/o. However, when he notices your sad mood before bed time he would gladly stop working to snuggle with you until you fall asleep. The next morning he would be the first to wake up and would spend hours just watching your peaciful sleeping features.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Much like mornings, he usually works at night. His s/o had to be very persistent (and convincing) if they want to spend the night with L. If they succed, L would tell stories about his past cases or random tales just to fall asleep together (you never know the ending because of it!).

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

L is probably the most secretive person in the world. Of course he would wait to reveal things to you (especially if you work with him). He had to be careful because his position as the gretest detective in the world would attract unwanted people. Only after a really long time he will realise you don’t represent a threat to him.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He is as secretive as patient. He doesn’t express anger as the others do like raising the voice, shouting or breaking things. If he is angry he would use sharp words, sarcasm and, as extreme mesure, would use the silent treatment. However, it’s rare (especially with you).

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

L is an observant person. His never-ending stares would be annoying for people but for him it’s something that helps him understanding them. With you in paricular, L would even remember what you wore when you introduced yourself at him or (if you were friends since the Wammy’s House) your favourite toy.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Cooking time. He loves seeing you covered in flour in a desperate attempt to cook his favourite cake. Or when he has dough all over his white shirt when you caught him cooking your favourite dessert. Both of you would burst out laughing.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

This tiny Lawllipop wants his s/o being protected 24/7. Not in an oppressive way, of course, but your safety is very important to him (especially during the Kira case). He would ask you to stay with him as much as you could, to avoid going out by your own (at least stay with Watari) and to use disguise in public.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Knowing how important datas are in a relationship, L remembers everything. But not because he has to please his s/o but because those moments were important to him so he wants to appreciate each goal he reached with his s/o. Dates were his forte, he knows how to amaze you.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

The lack of sleep and the constant sweet based diet. With the first one you managed to find a solution (and his eyebag were not that evident like before thanks to you) but you don’t know what to do with his diet. Luckily Watari promised you he will cook healthy meal for him.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

L concerned with his looks? Nah. He really doesn’t care about his physical aspect or his wardrobe. And his s/o knows it very well because you will love him regardless.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Definitely, especially if you two break up. If he spends too much time without you he couldn’t be as efficient as before and his thoughts will drift from the case to you.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He loves hearing you sing in the shower. It doesn’t matter if you’re in tune or not, he would stay outside the bathroom door just hearing you sing your favourite songs.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

When people say stupid or obvious things. He just couldn’t stand being surrounded by those annoying people (hopefully you’re not like that).

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Sleep habit and “L” in the same sentence? That’s strange. Before you, he didn’t have a real sleep schedule: after something like 103 hours of work he would sleep only 17 hours (and according to Watari “he didn’t sleep much”). But when you entered his life he would definitively sleep like a normal being.

#death note #death note alphabet #sfw alphabet #l x reader #xyou #l alphabet #death note headcanons #death note scenario

[seonghwas-stuff]

3:31 am

seonghwa's Pov

y/n was stirring in her sleep and was not able to sleep peacefully since midnight i woke her up in a whispered tone not to wake hongjoong up.

"y/n ....y/n....baby are you fine?.... is it really bad? do you want me to give you a painkiller? talk to me baby" i said in a very worried tone trying to not panic because she really had a worst pain this time.

A small hum was all seonghwa got from y/n's side though he wanted more but got nothing.

y/n got up and laid her head on my lap as i was sitting.

"Seonghwayaaa it really hurts it's not going away" she told me in a really hurting way and was on the verge of crying.

i caressed her back told her that it'll get fine she held my hand and placed it above her head and from her other hand she tightly held onto hongjoong as if he would run away if she won't hold him.

Moments like this made me and hongjoong love her even more how she puts us in first place even when she's in pain, the more she behaves like this the more i fell.

At times i think how unique and tragic our relationship is me, hongjoong and y/n are married we actually love each other there is a way too hot intimate life our sex life is better than normal couples our desires and fantasies gets completed.

Just when i was about to drift off to sleep hongjoong woke up and sat up his hair looking like a mess him rubbing his eyes like he will get a new pair of them, he gave me and y/n a kiss and tried to take his hand out of y/n's hand which was not possible because she had a strong grip.

"Hwaa did she come home late last night?" hongjoong asked in his raspy voice while rubbing my back and giving me kisses.

"Yeah she came home around 12 am and now she can't sleep because of her back pain she has been tossing and turning for the whole night" i said in a worried and sleepy voice, she was irritated in her sleep i felt bad.

"our poor baby hwa are you sleepy if you are you can sleep i'll take care of her and make her warm and comfy hwa" hongjoong said in the most loving and caring voice making me melt.

"Let's both try to sleep babyboy maybe she'll get comfy if not then let's find a way" i said and gave him a reassuring smile which he responded with a warm smile and a nod.

     ~Y/n's Pov

"Hwaa switch off the alarm" i shouted at seonghwa,  already annoyed from the sound of the alarm, making him get up and switch it off.

i slung my arm around seonghwa but he got up and rolled me next to hongjoong and made me hug him.

"where are you going mr. park leaving me and hongjoong" ? i said in a raspy voice stirring up from my asleep.

"To shower love do you wanna join?" he asked in such a sweet tone making me jump a heartbeat.

i shook my head "come back i want some cuddles and kisses from my love" with a sense of happiness he came back.

"Howz your back pain now mrs. park?" he asked with a teasing smile and worry in his voice.

"Not bad but not great either do you have any remedy" i said with an answer that i already knew but still asked anyway.

"Hongjoong might have a remedy let's wake him up" he said already attacking honjoong with pillows and wet kisses on his chest and kisses.

Hongjoong got up with an annoyed face ready to kill seonghwa but changed his behaviour when he saw me awake and came closer to kiss me which i gladly kissed back and gave him a tight hug.

"do you have remedy for back pain she needs it u know what she did last night" with a chuckle hongjoong said he'll massage my back which i got excited for.

"Hwa can you make me breakfast before you both leave for the company and can you both try to come hone early as it is my day off i'd like to spend it with my husband" i said in a very genuine way to convince both of them to come home early not to leave me

To my request he gve me a thumbs up and  reassuring smile and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

From the bathroom we heard a noise telling me and hongjoong to talk to each other and fight a little bit to get to what we need more than anything each other

  ~

Honjoong's pov

"did you forget that you had a wife at home!" y/n said with a iritated look on her face because hwa sees hongjoong almost all the time but y/n could only see him after work, on dates, at home, in the morning before office and at night when he's either asleep or in the studio.

"how can i forget my lovely wife who apparently is annoyed and loves me and hwa way too much that she calls each one of us way too often" i said in a sarcastic tone trying to tease her but she went sad and hugged me.

"I missed you way too much, I had the thoughts that you and hwa are cheating behind my back i cried way too often i wanted to hug you yesterday night but hwa told me you had fever i even slept holding your hand and hwa caressed my back till i fell asleep, i had been feeling down since a month" she said all this while hugging me and i could feel her little sobs coming out from her mouth i tried to calm her down but she hugged even tighter.

i begin by telling her that me and hwa will never cheat on any one of us and cares deeply for you, the only one topic me and hwa have is you y/n our sweet wife who is ready to take bullets for  us.

i kissed her cheek and held her hand and told her that i missed her deeply and she could call me whenever she wanted hwa and her have been an exception for a long time in my life.

slowly and steadily we were making out my hands were going back and forth on her back and then suddenly hwa came out of the  washroom.

"i like what i see seonghwaya" i told him with a smirk and made him throw his body next to y/n.

y/n as a sweet wife gave seonghwa a sensual kiss and left both of us and ran out of the room with cheecky smile and told me to take a shower before she changes her mind to let both of us go to the company for recording and practice.

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[stiltonbasket]

chancellor of the morning sun: burdens, mingjue (youth)

In which being a woman in the cultivation world is difficult, and Nie Mingjue comforts a friend.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | | Part 8 | Part 9 | AO3

On the night after the welcoming banquet, Nie Mingjue wakes to the sound of someone crying outside his door. 

This was by no means unusual when he was younger; Huaisang often had night terrors after his mother died, and refused to sleep without Nie Mingjue for the next three or four years. But A-Sang is thirteen now, far too old to come crying to his da-ge after dark, and the person on the other side of his door seems to be a woman. 

“Who’s there?” he calls, lighting one of his dream lanterns before getting out of bed. “A-Sang, is that you?”

“No, it’s me!” a familiar voice shouts, nearly sending Nie Mingjue to the ground as he scrambles to keep his footing. “A-Jue, let me in!”

Nie Mingjue drops his lantern and tries not to panic. The crying is still going on, but the person who called his name was Lan Xichen, without a doubt; and if she had come to his chambers this late, with the Unclean Realm full of foreign cultivators who would gladly take any chance to see her reputation ruined, then she must have come to seek his help with some kind of emergency.

And Nie Mingjue has not forgotten that the son of his father’s murderer is sleeping under his roof, or that Wen Ruohan openly sought Xichen’s hand in marriage for Wen Xu, and would have forced the two to meet if Nie Mingjue’s own fuqin had not intervened.

“I’m coming!” he says frantically, throwing the door open and grasping Lan Xichen’s arm the moment she crosses the threshold. “Lan Huan, I’m—”

And then he looks over Lan Xichen’s shoulder, blinking at the miserable line of young maidens trailing down the corridor behind her. Jiang Yanli is standing at Xichen’s side, crying into her sleeves, and Qin Su and Jin Zixuan’s first shimei are there, too; and Wen Ruohan’s young niece is standing in the back, holding Qin Su’s arm to keep her from falling over. All five girls smell of liquor, even Xichen, and Nie Mingjue gapes at them in bewilderment as Xichen fists her hands in his tunic and shakes him from side to side.

“Jiang-jie won’t listen to us!” she complains, sobbing drunkenly into his chest: which sets Jiang Yanli off again, and then Luo Qingyang starts weeping, too. “A-Jue, tell her!”’

Mingjue frowns. “Tell her what, A-Huan?” he says gently, wiping his intended’s face. It will be ruin for them both if anyone spots her here in the middle of the night, let alone with four other girls in front of his private quarters, but Nie Mingjue would rather cut his own hands off than turn the girl he loves away in such distress. “What’s wrong?”

“Jiang-guniang thinks she’s not worthy of Zixuan,” Luo Qingyang wails. “But just look at him! He prances around like a prize stallion, and he keeps making a fool of himself everywhere he goes! It’s pathetic! And he keeps talking about how wonderful he is, almost as much as Zixun! Nie-zongzhu, I have to beat him up twice a month to keep him in line, and it’s not even working!”

“Not worthy of Jin Zixuan?” he snorts. “Jiang-guniang, it’s Jin-gongzi who isn’t worthy of you. A-Huan, didn’t you tell her so?”

Jiang Yanli only cries even harder, and Xichen gives him a reproachful look and pinches his stubbly cheek. “She won’t listen to us when we tell her she’s more than enough. Yanli thinks we have to say so, since we’re her friends, so I brought her to you so you could tell her instead!”

“Jin-gongzi should count himself lucky that a maiden like Lady Jiang would give him the time of day,” Nie Mingjue says promptly. “He’ll get over himself in time, and Luo-guniang will beat him into the ground if he doesn’t. Right, Luo-guniang?”

Luo Qingyang nods fervently before listing straight into one of the walls. “I will!” she yells, as Wen Qing reaches over and puts her back on her feet again. “‘N then I’ll put itching powder in Jin Zixun’s pants, and, and…”

“Steal his wine again,” Qin Su suggests, letting out a loud burp. “That peach-blossom brew was delicious. Don’t you feel any better after drinking it, A-Li?”

“No, I don’t,” Jiang Yanli murmurs. “Good night, Nie-zongzhu. I’m going back to bed now.”

“Yanli!” begs Xichen, throwing herself at the shorter girl and almost knocking both of them backwards onto the floor. “Yanli, don’t go! You’re worth a hundred of Jin-zongzi, you—A-Jue, help!”

“What am I supposed to say?” he asks, thoroughly bewildered. “I can go challenge Jin-gongzi to a duel myself, if you like. Would that cheer you up, Jiang-guniang!”

But to his surprise, Jiang Yanli only goes to her knees and trembles like a kitten left out in the cold, sobbing about her fears for her future at Koi Tower and her dread of being bound to a man who will never respect her, her terror at the prospect of having no allies past her wedding day save for her mother-in-law, and then about having to spend the rest of her life within reach of Jin Guangshan. 

“Mother keeps telling me that I should try to do better, so that Jin-gongzi likes me,” she chokes. “And one of my Yu aunties told me once that Jin-gongzi has to like me, since that’s going to be the only thing keeping me safe from—from—”

“Why haven’t you spoken to your parents about this?” Nie Mingjue demands, aghast. He knows very little about how his own engagement was settled on Xichen’s side; but not long after his ascension, he discovered that neither she nor her uncle were consulted on the matter, and that the sect elders only informed Lan Qiren of his niece’s engagement after the betrothal papers were sealed and signed and the bride price was already paid. 

Nie Mingjue’s father made the agreement believing that Lan Qiren was amenable, and would have dissolved the betrothal in a heartbeat if Lan Xichen ever said she was unhappy with it—even in the months just before his death, when his greatest regret was that he would likely not live long enough to see his grandchildren. But he never disapproved of Lan Xichen’s decision to remain unwed until Wangji was at least eighteen, though the wedding was originally set to take place just after Xichen turned eighteen, and he would even have accepted a divorce if his daughter-in-law initiated it. 

And Jiang Fengmian is widely known to dote upon his daughter, just as Nie Mingjue’s father doted on Lan Xichen, so why would he not offer the same choice to his child that Nie Huangyin gave to A-Huan?

“Father would break the engagement if I asked, but Jin-furen is mother’s best friend,” Jiang Yanli weeps, in answer to Nie Mingjue’s unspoken question. “It would make things so difficult between them if Jin-furen ever knew I felt this way. And A-Xian and A-Cheng already hate the idea of me marrying into Lanling, Nie-zongzhu. It would be so much worse for them both if they found out I was afraid.”

“It is better out now, than ten years from now, when you are wedded into that house and bound there by a husband and children,” Nie Mingjue says somberly. “Jin Zixuan is not a bad sort, but if he can look upon a maiden who spends her days tending to her family and teaching in orphanages and finding apprenticeships for street children, and call such a girl unworthy because of her looks and low cultivation—then he is not worthy of any wife, let alone one like you, and I pray he will come to recognize it without some great tragedy to bring him to his senses.”

“But—”

“If A-Huan were to lose her cultivation, I would still count myself as the luckiest man in the world to be her husband,” he declares. “And if she were not beautiful, that would be nothing to me. Whatever the strength of her golden core, and whatever she looks like—her heart has nothing to do with either her face or her jindan, and I love her for that above all things.”

Jiang Yanli’s jaw drops open, and she stares up at Nie Mingjue in open disbelief. Xichen is far too drunk to register what he just said, and Wen Qing seems to have stuffed bits of cloth into her ears to keep herself from listening to anything Jiang-guniang would not have confided while sober—but the word love still burns on his lips like the hot filling from Lan Xichen’s sweet bean cakes, flooding through every inch of his body until he can think of nothing else, and he spends a good two minutes in a kind of stricken trance before wondering if saying such a thing before Maiden Jiang might have hurt her feelings.

“It didn’t,” she says softly—because apparently, Nie Mingjue said that last aloud. “I think I see now, Nie-zongzhu.”

Nie Mingjue opens his mouth to ask what she means, but a small purple blur interrupts him before he can get the words out. The blur skids around the nearest corner, screeching in indignation at the sight of Yanli’s tearstained face, and then it turns upon Nie Mingjue and demands an explanation. 

“What did you say to my Shijie?” Wei Wuxian cries. “Shijie, did he bully you?”

“Silly A-Xian,” Jiang-guniang smiles, ruffling Wei Wuxian’s hair. “Nobody bullied me, but Nie-zongzhu made me feel much better.”

“By making you cry?” Wei Wuxian says doubtfully. “Should I get Suibian?”

“A-Xian, no!” Jiang Yanli is giggling now, kissing her brother all over his puffy cheeks. “Come on, let’s go back.”

Wei Wuxian drags her off down the hallway, casting suspicious glances over his shoulder, and Wen Qing charges herself with the duty of escorting Luo Qingyang and Maiden Qin back to their own quarters. However, she declares in no uncertain terms that managing three drunk girls is beyond her, and that leaves only Nie Mingjue to look after Lan Xichen. 

“Your uncle’s going to kill me if he finds us,” he whimpers, as he struggles up a flight of stairs with his betrothed yawning in his arms. “And then A-Sang will spend the rest of his life on birds and fans, and never catch up with his lessons in time to attend your clan lectures.”

“Shufu likes you,” Xichen assures him, patting the tip of his nose. “He would never do such a thing.”

“He would if he thought I’d been improper towards you,” Nie Mingjue groans. “A-Huan, have you had anything to eat after you started drinking?”

“Mm, A-Su brought snacks. And Wen Qing kept slipping headache medicine into my wine.”

Nie Mingjue sighs in relief and hugs her a little tighter. “Good. Will you try to drink a little water after we get back to your room?”

Xichen nods drowsily, nearly stopping Nie Mingjue’s heart as she nuzzles against his shoulder, but he manages to get her up to her bedroom in one piece and helps her get into bed, making sure she lies on her side to prevent choking in the morning. He also puts a few pieces of rice candy on her nightstand since he always carries a handful in his pocket for Huaisang, and fetches a glass of water for her to drink when she wakes. 

Lan Huan is fast asleep by then, breathing quietly in her nest of blankets with her hand tucked under her cheek, and Nie Mingjue makes it as far as the door before remembering that she is still too drunk to be left alone.

But she doesn’t have a maidservant, Nie Mingjue thinks desperately, staring wildly out of the room as if one might climb out of the nearest cupboard. And Wangji didn’t come along this time, and I can’t wake Lan Qiren—

Oh, no.

Oh, this is very bad. 

Anything could happen to Lan Xichen with so much alcohol in her blood, and she might even stop breathing during the night and smother. But there is no one to fetch except for Lan-xiansheng, and that means Nie Mingjue will have to stay with her until she wakes. And given the fact that Lan Qiren will be looking for his niece by mao hour tomorrow, while Lan Xichen will probably sleep a shichen longer than usual—

Nie Mingjue sinks down beside the bed and puts his head in his hands. 

Well, that settles it, he despairs, pulling the thick blankets away from Xichen’s face. Lan Qiren is definitely going to kill me. 

But he would be lying if he said that the sight of Xichen’s peaceful face was unworthy of death by uncle-in-law, so Nie Mingjue accepts his demise with grace and starts planning his funeral instead.

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When Lan Xichen opens her eyes, the first thing she notices is the dull pain in her head. 

The second thing she notices (after gulping down the water and candy on the nightstand) is that someone seems to have left a heap of something dark near her bed; probably a bag, or a pile of clothes, though she can’t see well enough to tell what it could be. 

And the last thing is that her uncle is sitting on a chair by the door, tapping his foot loudly enough to make her head pound. 

“Shufu,” she croaks, struggling upright with the aid of one of her pillows. “What are you—”

“Disciples of the Lan clan must not consume alcohol,” he says, strangely calm despite the enormity of her transgression. Her clothes still smell like Baling mead, sweet and spicy and fruity all at once, and she nearly dies of shame at the thought of how shocked Shufu must have been when he found her. “They must not go out of doors after haishi. And they must never share chambers with any member of the opposite sex to whom they are not married, unless they are a relative.”

Lan Xichen freezes. “What?”

“Should I not be asking you that?” her uncle reminds her. “What is Nie-zongzhu doing in your bedchamber?”

Thunderstruck, Lan Xichen stumbles out of bed and stares at the dark heap on the floor, which yawns at her touch and stretches like a cat before springing up in horror. 

“Lan-xiansheng, it’s not what it looks like!” Nie Mingjue cries, making Lan Xichen shrivel at the memory of how shamefully she must have behaved last night. “I only wanted to make sure Xichen was safe, I would never—”

“And you did not think of waking me?” Lan Qiren lifts his eyebrows at them. “Even if you wanted to ensure that my niece was well, how could you risk being seen leaving her rooms in the morning? My own quarters are just on the other side of the hall.”

Mingjue ducks his head in shame, and Lan Xichen suddenly wants nothing more than the comfort of his hand in hers. “I didn’t want her to get in trouble, xiansheng,” he mumbles. “She only came out last night for someone else’s sake, and I couldn’t have borne to see her unhappy just for that.”

“You are a sect leader, Nie Mingjue. Don’t look down when you speak to me,” Shufu scolds. “As it is, I am glad that you did not leave her. But as her uncle, I must order you to go now before the breakfast bell, lest you ruin both of your reputations at once and force her to marry before she is ready.”

Mingjue takes the hint and flees, leaving Xichen and her uncle alone. Shufu says nothing more for a while, merely studying the ceiling as if the laws of the Lan sect were inscribed there, and then he clears his throat and points to the stack of parchment on her desk.

“Copy each precept you broke, a hundred times each. The tenth, eighteenth, and seventy-first laws. Go.”

And then, after a moment’s lull:

“I think he will be a good father someday, A-Huan,” Lan Qiren reflects. “Your little ones will want for nothing, what with how he cares for you and how much he coddles Huaisang. I could not have found you a better husband if I chose for you myself.”

Lan Xichen drops her paintbrush.

“Shufu!”

#nielan #the untamed #mo dao zu shi #chancellor of the morning sun #nielan arranged marriage au #my fic #long time no update #it's been 84 years

[kkurainmyheart]

JEANPIKU/ PIKUJEAN HC AU

based on a world where everything happened the same but the curse of the current 5 titans was not removed. It's made of tweets so it might not make much sense.

At the end of the war the titan shifters of the alliance know of their fate but they want to help the world anyway with their last breath. The only people who know this are the alliance members. Falco, Pieck, Reiner and Annie want to keep it hidden from their families to avoid suffering. They were only given a couple more years to fulfill their mission of peace.

Jean and Connie being away from the island and their families, become close with Pieck and Mr. Finger. Mr. Finger loves them as his children and the 4 live in the same little house in the new world.

One night Jean hears Pieck sobbing, he approaches her and asks her what's wrong. Pieck tells him that she doesn't want to leave her father alone and tells Jean over cups of coffee and cigarettes, all the dreams that she ever had; Pieck once dreamed that the curse was broken and she could be free, travel the world, have a husband and give grandchildren to her father as he always wanted.

"I would have liked to fall in love and have a normal life"

Jean after listening to her in silence, replies

"you can still have that"

"I can't, no one would risk having it with a woman who has an expiration date "

"I would do it".

For Jean it is a simple plan. Pieck is attractive and loving, her father has given Jean so much that the least he can do is sacrifice 2 years of his life, maybe even 3, to make his poor friend happy and fulfill her dreams. Pieck at first doesn't want to accept, but Jean insists until he convinces her. He just gets up the next morning and asks Mr. Finger for his daughter's hand. Mr. Finger gladly accepts, he is happy that his daughter spends the rest of her life with a good man like Jean. The story of how Jean fell in love with Pieck while living together is also convincing; soon they are both married living in a small house that is given to them for saving the world.

Jean steps into the role of a kind boyfriend and then a loving husband. He gives his wife flowers every day, makes her breakfast every morning, and makes love to her fervently every night. He also loves to kiss her and have long conversations both are alike in many ways, Jean begins to be happy to see Pieck's happiness, like Mr. Finger is happy to see the happiness of his two children.

Jean and Pieck begin to travel a lot as ambassadors, they enjoy bike rides and they enjoy mid-afternoon naps. It's not difficult for Pieck to get pregnant and give birth to a healthy boy. Jean watches her carry her child for the first time and he understands it, that child is the indelible mark that Pieck will leave on the world and for the first time Jean's heart aches, and that night while hugging his son and his beautiful wife, Jean cries for the first time in a long time. He doesn't want this to end, he doesn't want to be free to have another life that he ever dreamed of, he just wants to be like this forever, because Jean has fallen in love.

Jean has fallen in love with Pieck Finger but Pieck Finger is a light that will soon be extinguished. Pieck Finger is a woman with an expiration date and in no time the only thing that Pieck Finger will leave behind is the taste of happiness that Jean has become addicted to.

So he begins to fall asleep later and get up earlier just to be able to watch Pieck sleep. begins to spend more time at home with his wife and his baby and isolates himself from the world, he doesn't want the world to enter his home, he doesn't want the world to touch his family, because the world brings reality and with it comes the feeling of loss, the feeling of losing something that he hasn't lost yet; with voluntary isolation come the habits: subtly checking if Pieck is breathing, sleep with his big hand clinging to the little wrist to feel the pulse of his little love. will this be the last day she will wake up? will it be the last day where he will hear her soft voice? will it be the last time he sees her beautiful smile? then just one day while both are sitting on the couch, with they little one sleeping soundly, Pieck kisses him.

"I don't want you to torture yourself, let's just live without worrying" She told him.

And jean who's mesmerized by the black haired beauty just does it. but he realizes that it is a mistake because there is no future that will come true; because the rest of the children he wants to have with her will live forever in his heart but not at his home; because his mother still does not know her and maybe he will never be able to hear from his mother's mouth that he brought a good girl to home because when he returns to paradise he will be alone.

So Jean gets a camera and takes pictures, then he starts to draw it again because looking at his little son he remembers the most important thing, the child will not be adult enough to remember his mother. Jean's happiness was built on a lie, but it was also written with hope. The hope that the curse doesn't occur and Pieck will stay by his side forever. but one morning it just happens, as natural as the sun that rises every morning.

Reiner, the one who must be the first to leave simply faints in a meeting. And the fever begins to consume him and as if both men were one; every time Reiner's breathing became heavier, Jean's did too and every time Reiner switched off, Jean's life switched off too because Jean was also sick, lovesick, and it didn't exist or he didn't want a cure.

So he just hug Pieck one last time, and he only kissed her one last time and only made love to her one last time, because every day for them was the last. But Reiner's death never came and when the date for Pieck's came, death didn't come for her either. Neither did come for Annie, it did not for armin and he forgot about Falco; but then Jean thought, what if tomorrow the death remembers to come and get them?

And Jean kept thinking that when his second child was born and he kept thinking that when Pieck gave birth to a little girl the third time; and jean thought about it and thought about it and every night he asked the the death not to remember.

And every night Jean slept with his head on his wife's chest listening to her heartbeat hoping it would never stop, because if her heart stopped, Jean's would stop too.

The tenth year that death forgot them Jean heard a "you brought a good girl to home" from his mother's mouth.

#jean x pieck #jeanpiku #pikujean #jean kirstein #pieck finger #attack on titan

[kataang-dungeon]

More to Love

Katara wants a baby

Rated: M

Word count: 1730

ao3 here

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Katara’s hum tumbled out of her as a lazy, drunken purr. When she strung together the energy to speak, her voice was paper-thin and delicate, a ricepaper whisper that only he could hear. “It’s getting late,” she said.

The coils of muscle at the curve of her back, angling into her hips, gave way to the firm circling of his thumbs like her every fiber was his element. Aang shifted, just a bit, not enough to excite either of them from how snugly he was buried within her. It was a gentle stirring of the coals to keep the heated heartbeat of their embers alive and warm. Their sweat was dry from their reunion of a long day, and he had long since finished wiping the thick ropes of his release from off her back. The night was quiet, the wind was dead, and their blanket of silence was warm and soft like how his afterglow made her own feel.

The bed dipped until he hovered just above her. His breath puffed against the nape of her neck. His heat was familiar and made her fuzzy all over, pillowing over her back like fallen dust pooling in films of sunlight. He brushed aside some sweaty hair, clinging to her cheek, and drew a smile on her face with how softly he kissed the spot. “I thought you rose with the Moon, Master Katara,” he said, even quieter than her. His gritty voice was a low rumble that wrapped around her like a hug. Katara smiled into his pillow. The moment was a lick of heaven. One side of her face was buried in the scent of him while the other was tasted by the source.

Katara’s smile spilled over into a weak laugh. Aang kissed her again and then moved a bit more, sluggish as if dragging a mountain. The drawing back of his hips was a slow loading of an archer’s bow that tugged a full minute into a small century. Katara would have squirmed if she could. The muscles of her face all relaxed. His shiver was the best part of how glided himself back into her, filling her just right, stretching her completely, anchoring himself to her seafloor.

His groan was barely there but brushed right over her ear. It licked foam off the top of her belly’s cup of pleasure and slid delicious little shivers up each and every one of her nerves. Against her temple, he smiled something childish that reminded her of why she fell in love with him. The little nothings he mumbled into her hair turned her into a hot-faced girl again, weakly giggling when he wanted her to and trying to hide her face in her shoulder, away from him. She hugged his pillow a little tighter but couldn’t fight back when he dug out her face with his. He laid siege to her with playful growls and gentle nips to the part of her jaw that always made her laugh. He caught her in a kiss and held her captive with his talent, determined to treat her to the touches that his heart was due to give her. Each dip was a gentle challenge, an invitation to a new dance.

“Hey, Aang?” she asked between kisses.

Aang relented, letting his life’s purpose to love her spill into little kisses walking up her face. He tasted her smile, her cheek lifting beneath his lips. He gladly used his spell on her to coerce her into lying flat again. “Mhm?” he asked.

It took everything she had, but Katara peeled open her eyes into tired half-lids that were heavier than a palace. She turned, just enough, barely an inch, to catch him when he next tried to kiss her so she could give him something proper. She pulled away before gravity yanked her down into his pillow. Her exhaustion was just too heavy for her strings. Aang kissed above her eye and nuzzled her cheek so closely that she could brush her nose to his without really having to move.

“Aang,” she said, again, her tone compelling him to kiss the corner of her mouth. “I want to have a baby.”

The moment of pause that followed was pregnant but just what she expected. “A...A baby?” Aang said, like a question.

Katara nodded, picking her head up just so she could kiss his cheek like how he had done to her. “I want your baby, Aang.”

“Really?”

She laughed. “Yes, dear, we’re married.”

“My baby...Our baby…” The wind flurried as if clicking its heels, a gentle gust strong enough to brush her face but too soft to move her hair. Aang tried to kiss her, wherever he could, but his smile got in the way. He lowered, brushing his chest to her back. His heart threw itself with such strength against the cage of his chest that the distance between them carried the aftershocks. “You want to be a mother?” he asked, voice clipping, arms shifting and yearning to hold her.

Something better than pride, that felt a lot like freedom, tripped over itself and filled Katara’s chest. It dripped something new, something thick, and something so much like how she felt whenever he looked at her when he thought she wouldn’t notice that she thought that her spirit would burst. The man above her, hard within her, softly peppering his love across her shoulder, flexed and fidgeted like he was burning and about to combust. His eagerness was a new shade of him that she had never encountered. It paced around her heart, excited to meet her and ask her to play.

She envied his energy. The thought of a family gave her a tranquil content but threw him the vitality of a few dozen suns. He felt warmer, somehow, though he still hovered just above her. He was kindling suddenly given friction, and Katara’s sigh was exhausted and giddy when he shifted enough to excite them both. She felt him grow more firm, by nothing more than a few words and probably a million different thoughts. She laid down just as she had before, hands tucked under his pillow and with him kissing along her back, up her neck, across her jaw, and anywhere else that could melt her.

“You, a mother...,” he mumbled, reverently. His energy was fast and strong, racing through him, with each heavy beat of his heart. One of his hands left its spot on the mattress to slide down the dip of her spine and curl around her waist, flattening against her belly. His first thrust was a fluid flex of his body, a long, rolling wave, that gently touched the deepest parts of her with a firm grind. Her exhausted muscles, from head to toe, danced for him. “Our baby...”

Aang’s voice did something warm to the words that did something warm to where she was wet for him, sensitive and slick as he moved. It was possessive and protective, marked by his playful bite to her shoulder and the arm around her waist that grew firm around her like a chain. He scooted closer, lower, building himself a fortress for her, kissing sweet securities in brushes of his lips against her ear.

Katara’s moan met a crescendo, and her eyes, though closed, still fluttered. “Mhm...Yes, your baby, Aang...Our baby...,” she mumbled, her voice little more than an airy exhale. Saying it made her next breath short, more vulnerable than a gasp, and redirected her energy to think clearly into moving her hips to invite him deeper. Aang’s impatience beaded lightly on his skin and gave his scent a musk that turned her into a puddle. He kissed her shoulder and the soft spots on her neck, smiling and pawing the mattress like she had just agreed to marry him again.

His pace was fast but savory, like warmed honey pooling from a spoon. He brushed his face to hers, alternating between kissing her temple, mumbling small praises, and pressing his brow to her hair, groaning big promises. She would be beautiful, pregnant with their child. His gorgeous, amazing Katara. The world didn’t deserve to have two of her, but he would make it a place that would love her and their baby just as much as he did.

He was close, and quickly. He was impatient to have a family, eager to make a new life with her so he could have more of her to love. He kissed her when he tensed, throbbing within her, and Katara kept their connection as he came. His jaw went slack and trembled, his inhales rapid gulps of air. The small sounds he stumbled over were matched with her own hums, and she had never before felt so warm.

His pants were powerful and pressed into her back when he collapsed in a satisfied, unwound heap. She felt his smile like how she felt the sun’s heat even when it was overcast. She kneaded the mattress from where her hands were still tucked so nicely underneath his pillow.

He didn’t move besides the small shift necessary to give her one more kiss. He tucked his arms around her, reaching under his pillow, too, determined to hold her hands. His heart galloped against her back. Katara giggled and gave his hands a squeeze. He kissed the dip of her shoulder before making it his head’s home. It was the middle of winter and cold, but he warmed her from the inside out and protected her from the dark parts of her own season.

“...such a wonderful mother…,” he mumbled, hips weakly thrusting and refusing to leave her anytime soon. “...’s gonna be as sweet and kind as you are...and’ll be beautiful because you’re their mother…”

Katara smiled so widely that even her shoulders rose. Aang weakly laughed, exhausted and losing his breath again, and used the excuse to kiss her. Katara struggled to stay awake. He shifted again, just a bit, enough to excite them about their future and enough to bring a new flavor of peace to their present.

Katara’s last thought was of his one hand holding both of hers under his pillow while his other wound around to her belly. He hummed a tune to the harmony of their heartbeats, the bass of his voice making her world purr.

—-

Much love and horny,

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[chilling-in-the-dark]

The Golden Cage Part 1: Post Room

This is a yandere story; it mentions elements of obsession, possessiveness, death, murder, kidnapping, imprisonment, and mental abuse. If any of this is triggering for you, I understand, and you don’t have to read it.

So you know how I said I might end up writing a thing for Zuko, well things happen and here’s part one of five will be flipping between what I’m calling pre and post room chapters, that I’ll make sense in a bit I promise. Anyways here’s Yandere Zuko a thing no one asked for, but you got anyhow.

Zuko smiled softly when he entered your chambers, you’d always had that effect on him, and he didn’t doubt that you always would. Zuko hoped that one day you’d act like you used to around him, back when searching for the Avatar had been a hopeless dream, the last shard of hope he’d had. You’d smiled so freely back then, and you’d been full of backtalk and witty banter, all in all, you’d been exactly what Zuko needed in his life.

For now, Zuko would content himself to spending what few precious hours of free time he had with you, in his mind, it was never enough. Still, he also had a hundred-year-old mess to clean up, and it was going to take more than the five years that had passed since he’d taken up the throne to really get that job done, but for now, it seemed things had come to a bit of a lull.

Zuko had told you as much, while you fidgeted with the golden handcuffs on your wrists, it almost made you want to laugh how well they fit your current life. You were a bird in a golden cage longing to fly free, and yet you clung to your captors every word because his daily visits were the only time you got to speak to anyone.

All of the servants were under strict orders not to talk to you; they were only there to bring you items you asked for from a list the Fire Lord had approved, a list that shrank after every clever attempt at escape.  Currently, you were only allowed meals that you could eat with your hands unless Zuko himself was present, because you’d stabbed a guard in the eyes with a pair of chopsticks in your last effort to flee. That had also been the incident that had earned you your shiny shackles. Since the staff now feared for their lives, it was the only way that they would still serve you.

At least that’s what Zuko told you when he was putting them on.

You couldn’t remember how long ago that was, it had to be a few weeks at least, or was it months, it was hard to keep track of time in a room with paintings of the outside world where windows should be. Your body had to figure out its own type of rhythm, and it seemed to have a general sense for when Zuko was going to arrive because there hadn’t been in repetitions of the first time you’d been asleep when Zuko arrived.

You’d woke to the sound of the prince’s Fire Lord’s heartbeat as your head lay on his chest, once that would have been a welcome sound, but now all it did was send a jolt of fear down your spine. Though that had been ages ago, it still gave you an excellent incentive to be awake when he arrived. In fact, right afterword, you’d stayed up for nearly a week straight and had only relented because he’d had the servants start slipping sleeping medication into your tea.

The next time you saw Zuko, you made some snarky comment about drugging prisoners; after that, he didn’t return for a week, and you learned your lesson about calling yourself a prisoner. Zuko seemed to think that you were still his girlfriend.

In your head, though, you’d always be a prisoner. Even if you were dressed in the finest silks, and ate food you never would have dreamed of in your days as a wanderer, you would never be able to truly enjoy it because all you’d wanted was freedom. You’d gladly give it all up just to be able to feel the sun on your skin again or hear the wind whistle through the trees. Sure, most nights growing up, you’d slept on the ground because whatever your mother was running from, it had made her want to avoid people, but at least you’d been able to count the stars. Now all you had was the lavishly gilded ceiling above your head, and in your mind, it was a poor comparison.

If Zuko ever noticed your reluctance to talk, he never said anything, the only time Zuko honestly expected a reply was when he asked you a question. Even then, he was so caught up in his delusions that he was happy with one-word answers. The question he posed today was one that made your heart sink, no not sink the ship you’d stowed away on sinking was what got you into this mess. The question made your heart drop was a much better way to describe it, you decided.

“Do you think we should get married soon?” There was so much hope in Zuko’s eyes as he asked that question, but you were sure the only thing reflected in yours was dread. You knew this day was coming; after all, you might not have been sure how long you’d been down here, but Zuko had visibly aged. It had to meant that years had gone by. The only thing you could do now was stall.

“Perhaps, but I’d like some time to think about it, when to get married is a big decision after all.” You weren’t going to lie to yourself; there was no if to marrying Zuko; there was only a when, and you had every intention to stall as long as possible. You may have finally given up trying to escape, but that didn’t mean you were ready to give in to your captor entirely.

“Perhaps a walk would help you think,” Zuko said as he offered his hand to help you stand up. You didn’t want to be left alone again, and angering Zuko seemed to be the fastest way to have that happen. After the chopstick incident, he hadn’t come down for what seemed like forever, and you weren’t ready to face that again, so you accepted his offer. What harm could a walk around the room, do anyways?

Except it wasn’t just a walk around the room, for the first time in five years you stepped foot outside of your chamber without immediately getting thrown back in. You were so happy you could cry, and a single tear really did roll down your cheek when he took you to the courtyard.

The stars were more beautiful then you remembered as they twinkled above your head, and the smell of grass. You hadn’t even thought about it, but now it would haunt your dreams because you knew you were going back in that room this was just some whim of Zuko’s, but still it was the closest thing to freedom you’d had in years.

Yet you knew you were still a bird in a golden cage this freedom was only temporary, it was a clever ploy to give you hope that maybe just maybe if you married Zuko, you’d get to see the outside world more. You hated yourself because it was working.

“Zuko when we get married, would I get to come out here more,” You did your best to suppress the fear in your voice. Either you did a good job, or Zuko’s selective hearing had kicked back in because he smiled at you and kissed your cheek.

Physical contact was something you’d had to learn to tolerate from Zuko because it was the only way you’d get any. At first, you’d fought it, and he’d relented giving you your space, he said he understood what a big adjustment your new lifestyle was, but you quickly became so touch starved that you basically threw yourself into his arms one day.

“Of course, though I fear you’d be rather busy a lot of things have been neglected at court in my mother’s absence, though the most pressing matter is the staff, it desperately needs tending to. Some of them are older than Uncle, and they still haven’t been allowed to retire because no one thought to find their replacements, and apparently, no one thought to arrange schooling for the servant children. So, unless corrected soon, our next generation of servants might not even be able to read.” Zuko paused for a second to think before continuing, “but I don’t see why all of that can’t be handled from right here.”

You knew Zuko was a man of his word, so if he said that you’d be allowed out of your room, even if it was just to handle court business, then he meant it. If you married Zuko, you’d be allowed to go outside, you’d be free. You weren’t even aware of how far your definition of freedom had fallen, because this had you ready to say yes on the spot.

“You know what Zuko, I do think it’s a good idea to get married soon.” You knew you were giving in to his desires, something you’d promised yourself you wouldn’t do. Yet here you stood bending to Zuko’s whim because he’d given you something that should have been your right. The person you were before the room would despise who you’d become after it.

“How does three months from now sound?” Zuko asked with a tone you could only compare to excitement.

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[zackcollins]

i can feel my heartbeat || f. andersen/j. campbell

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Author’s Note: Hi, guys, gals, and non-binary pals! I’m back with another fic! This one is a little different than what I usually post but I’m not new to writing fics like this either. I actually started off my writing journey in the hockey fandom by writing player/player fics in February 2020. And 15 months later, I’m writing both player/player and imagines. Hope you guys are okay with this because I had a lot of fun writing it. GIF credit to dilfjohntavares!!

Warnings: I don’t think there’s anything. Let me know if you disagree though. I’ll gladly add a warning for anything anyone feels needs one.

Word Count: 1.9k+

Title: Heartbeat by Chris Young

Additional: If you found this by Googling yourself, are in this yourself, or know someone in this, please click back. No harm was meant in the creation of this fic. It’s fictional and was inspired by some pictures of Freddie and Jack after Game 2 win against Montreal. Hope you guys enjoy this! (Bamse means “teddy bear.”)

Freddie's hair was all over the place on his head. Strands of hair hung down his forehead and kept getting in his eyes to the point where he had to keep brushing them aside so that he could focus fully on the task at hand. He knew he should probably go and grab a bobby pin or a hair clip from the bathroom drawer but he was so focused on trying to perfect the bread dough he was making that he didn’t want to step away for even one nanosecond.

That being said, the bread dough seemed to be coming along relatively well. Because he had never attempted to make bread before and he didn't believe himself to be the best at cooking or baking, to begin with, he was beyond proud of himself. He was kneading the dough in the bowl, trying to work out any air bubbles and mix the ingredients as best he could before he had to stick it in the fridge to rise. 

He worked it over for a couple more minutes before he was satisfied that it was all kneaded out. As he lifted his hands out of the bowl, Freddie did his best to slide the excess dough from his fingers and put it on top of the dough ball he had created. When he was satisfied that his fingers were as clean as they were going to get, he walked across the kitchen to the pantry to grab the cellophane wrap to cover the bowl. 

Right as Freddie opened the pantry, he heard something metallic clatter against the kitchen floor tiles. Whipping around, he saw Keola standing on the counter where the bowl of dough had been and the bowl of dough on the floor. The ball of dough that had been in the bowl had landed on the tiles and splattered a little. Freddie refrained from slamming the pantry door, though he did close it a little more aggressively than was strictly necessary. Cursing under his breath in Danish, Freddie walked back across the kitchen and scooped the dough in the bowl before he placed the bowl onto the counter with a heavy thud.

Keola tilted her head and skimmed her tail along the top of the counter, meowing a couple of times at Freddie. He rolled his eyes as he walked over to the sink and opened the cabinet underneath it.

“You would meow at me,” he grumbled, reaching for the Lysol and a dishtowel. “Wouldn’t you, you little hell-raiser?” Freddie closed the cabinet and walked back across the kitchen, getting on his hands and knees on the floor next to the remnants of the dough. "Wait until your other father hears about this." Freddie shot Keola a stern look as he sprayed the remaining dough with the Lysol. All Keola did was meow before shaking her head, jumping off the counter and walking away in the direction of her cat condo. Freddie scoffed as he took the dishtowel and began scrubbing the dough on the floor in an attempt to clean it up.

"Wait until I find out what?"

At the sound of Jack's voice, Freddie looked over in the direction of the kitchen's archway. Freddie looked back to what he had been doing, motioning up to the bowl on the counter with one hand while he continued to hold the dishtowel and scrub the floor with the other.

"That bowl up there," he said, pausing to spray some more Lysol on the floor. When he placed the spray bottle back beside him, Freddie spoke again. "Ended up on the floor because our hell raiser of a cat knocked it off the counter." 

"Keola would never!" Jack chuckled. Freddie heard footsteps on the tile and then felt Jack's presence beside him a moment later. "Dough? Were you making pie?"

Freddie grabbed the counter and pulled himself up, having finished scrubbing the floor. Jack took the dishtowel from his boyfriend and tossed it in the sink. Smiling, Freddie leaned down and pressed a kiss to his boyfriend's forehead, ruffling Jack’s hair in the process. Jack hummed before he leaned up and pressed a kiss to Freddie's cheek., smoothing a thumb along Freddie’s jawline momentarily. Freddie smiled softly when Jack pulled away, grabbing his hand and running his thumb across Jack’s knuckles. Jack smiled earnestly.

"Thanks, bamse," Freddie said, dropping Jack’s hand and leaning into his boyfriend’s side. Jack took his arm and wrapped it around Freddie, pulling him in closer. "And no. Not pie. It was going to be homemade garlic bread to go with some Italian soup recipe Ilya found and said was, and I quote, 'better than mom's borscht.'"

Jack chuckled, rubbing Freddie’s upper arm and dropping his head against his boyfriend’s shoulder. “Must be damn good soup for Ilya to say that.”

“I’m more of a hamburger guy.” Freddie pressed a kiss to the top of Jack’s head, taking his hand and tucking some hair behind his boyfriend’s ear. “But Ilya was adamant that I tried it. So, I was going to make it and surprise you for our anniversary tonight.”

Jack looked up at Freddie, a soft smile on his face. “Can I give you a surprise? Since dinner is ruined?”

“Of course, bamse. I’ll cook tomorrow instead because the sentiment is the same, no matter the day.”

Jack nodded briefly before he pressed a kiss to Freddie’s cheek. Freddie pressed a kiss to Jack’s forehead before Jack stepped back and walked across the kitchen to the freezer. He watched his boyfriend open the freezer and pull out a box about the size of a skate box. Freddie blinked in surprise because he hadn’t even been aware that it had been in there. A moment later, Jack was closing the freezer and walking back across the kitchen to be beside his boyfriend again.

He held out the box for Freddie. Without a second thought, Freddie took it, moving the bowl of dough aside so he could place the box on the counter. He flipped the lid open and noticed that there was a cake inside the box. His best guess would be that it was an ice cream cake, seeing as it had been in the freezer. When Freddie focused on the cake, he nearly slammed the box lid closed and willed the ground to open a wormhole that would teleport him back to Herning.

On top of the cake was a little message written in Danish.

Vil du gifte dig med mig?

And a little baggie with a ring inside of it. When Freddie looked over at Jack, Jack was, predictably, on one knee. He was looking up at Freddie nervously, his hands on his knee and his eyes looking like they were ready to burst into tears at any moment.

“So…” Jack said, trailing off. Freddie could hear the hopefulness in his boyfriend’s voice. “What do you say, bud? Wanna make it official and become Frederik Campbell?”

Freddie reached inside the box and grabbed the baggie with the ring in it. He handed it to Jack; Jack looked a little confused until Freddie held his hand toward Jack.

“Well? You going to put it on me or not, bamse?” Freddie chuckled, kicking at Jack’s shin playfully. Jack knelt there, a dumbfounded look of confusion still on his face. He made no move to open the bag or to grab the ring and place it on Freddie’s finger. Freddie rolled his eyes, kicking at Jack’s shin again. “That means yes, Jack. Yes, I’ll marry you.”

Jack snapped out of whatever daze he was in and quickly opened the bag, nearly dropping it in his haste. Freddie chuckled as Jack grabbed the ring, fumbling it a few times as he slid it onto his fiance’s finger. Freddie leaned down, grabbed Jack by the shirt collars, and dragged him to his feet. Jack looked confused again but shifted to a look of understanding when Freddie grabbed his cheeks. Freddie stood idle for a moment to see what Jack wanted; Jack’s response was to feverishly nod his head and connect their lips, kissing his newly minted fiance as if his life depended on it.

Freddie smiled into the kiss, smoothing his thumbs across Jack’s cheeks. Jack hummed softly, opening his mouth a little. Freddie took that as his cue to slip his tongue into the equation. Jack groaned, though he stepped back and ran a hand through his hair. Freddie smirked when he noticed how dishevelled Jack looked. It was nice to see that he could still make Jack this flustered from a simple make-out session this far into their relationship.

Jack walked across the kitchen and opened the cutlery drawer, pulling out a knife and a couple of forks. Freddie opened the cabinet above him, pulling out a couple of plates. Jack returned and cut a couple of pieces of the cake, dropping a piece onto each of the plates. Before either could dig into the cake, Jack quickly put the cake back into the freezer, confirming Freddie’s theory that it was an ice cream cake.

When Jack returned, Freddie looked at him with a small smirk. “I want to make one thing clear, though.”

Jack put a piece of cake in his mouth, chewed and swallowed before looking over at Freddie. “What’s that, bud?”

“It’s you that’s changing your name to Jack Andersen.”

Jack took a piece of his cake and smeared it into Freddie's nose. Freddie chuckled, taking a piece of his cake and smearing it across Jack’s forehead. Jack chuckled, taking more of his cake and smearing it across Freddie’s lips. Freddie took it one step further and smashed the rest of his piece directly into Jack’s face. Jack didn’t seem to mind because he was laughing like an idiot the entire time. He took his finger, swiping it through the cake on his face. He stuck it in his mouth, humming as he licked it off. Freddie ruffled his fiance’s hair, kissing his forehead. Freddie smiled because the cake still tasted delicious, even though it was splattered across Jack’s face.

“Okay, okay,” Jack said, half-breathless from how hard he had been laughing. “Since you won the food fight, I’ll change my last name.”

Freddie snorted, pushing Jack’s head backwards with his hand. He licked the cake off of it before speaking. “I was just kidding, bamse. I just wanted to see how you’d react.” Jack leaned up and pressed a kiss to Freddie’s cheek. Freddie wiped away the cake that was left behind by his fiance’s lips and licked it off of his finger. “I’ll happily change my name to Frederik Campbell.”

“Yeah, bud?” Jack had a hopeful smile on his face and his eyes, once again, looked like they were about to cry at any moment.

“Yeah.” 

Freddie held his left hand over Jack’s heart. Jack looked down briefly before looking up into Freddie’s eyes. They shared a long, meaningful look shrouded in comfortable silence. Freddie was eventually the one to break it. He took his other hand and brushed a stray piece of hair behind Jack’s ear before leaning down and pressing a kiss to his fiance’s forehead. When he pulled back, he looked at Jack and smiled fondly, patting Jack over the heart before bringing his hand over and patting himself over the heart.

“Anything for the man that not only earned my goal crease but also my heart.”

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