#they're having their little morning tea together again BUT THIS TIME IN BED | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

crystalflygeo · 1 year

Text

Smut Alphabet ft Baizhu + fem!reader

cw/tags: mentions of various sexual acts, oral sex, praise kink, pet names, sensation play?? marking/biting, TEASING, itty bitty possessive/jealous behavior, I gave Baizhu a bunch of snake traits I'm sorry it's the monsterfucker in me //sighs.

notes: SOMETHING NON-ZHONGLI??? WOWOWOW Yes I simp Baizhu sue me, more will come hopefully. Lord this has been on the works since the other one it took SO LONG I just didn't know what to write vbhsdbjk. Again feel like I'm repeating myself 20 times hhhhhh also this man is v vanilla or at least it started like that but then it got progressively hornier and.... yeaaaahhhhh. Partially dedicated to @floraldresvi bc even tho she doesn't share some of these ideas she gave me quite a few and she is the cutest Baizhu simp so <3 ehe

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Baizhu is quite clingy and loving in the aftermath, sometimes rubbing and massaging special scented oils along your skin while peppering kisses, to relax the muscles and prevent cramps.

Sometimes though, your activities also take quite the toll on him... in such occasions he’s left exhausted, he'll simply pull you into an embrace and stay curled up and close to you as you both come down from the high and relax together.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His hands. How could he practice medicine without them after all? The fact that he can pull such wonderful sounds and reactions out of you with them is just sublime. Even if they're a little bony with slender fingers, there is so much he can do with them.

As for his favorite part of your body: all your soft curves. Thighs, tummy, breasts, hips. Who cares if you got some scars, stretch marks or some "rolls"? it's only natural, you're healthy and your body is beautiful no matter what. He loves running his hands along your hips, rubbing a thumb at your thigh when sitting together, or resting his head in your lap/tummy as you play with his hair.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He’s very careful and considerate to always use protection, after all it is not only safer but more convenient at that. Either that or just release on his own stomach, then quickly get rid of it. He’s actually not that into it, the whole marking and dripping his seed on you. In fact, he feels it’s kind of degrading or disrespectful to you, convinced you’re too good to be dirtied like that. If you're giving him head and he does come on your face, expect a flurry of embarrassed apologies as he scrambles to clean you off.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He likes seeing you wear his clothes, seeing you doze off at his bed or just hang round his place. There’s a little feeling of belonging there, a little possessiveness. That you’re really his just as he is yours, that you two are together. It’s rather domestic but it warms his heart. When you rub your eyes first thing in the morning, still naked and sporting yesterday’s marks on your skin, when you step in the kitchen for some morning tea wearing only one of his larger robes… it makes him want to pull you close and never let you go.

He also quite likes to… bite…

But you’ll never hear that from him.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Truth be told... Baizhu has no real experience with this. He's tended to himself and had the occasional wet dreams and fantasies sure, but hands-on action... ehhh. If you're experienced, he'd love to let you take the reins for sure, and if you're both on the same boat, well... he'll gladly walk that path along with you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Baizhu likes propping you over any slightly elevated surface: countertop, desk, table... you name it. That way neither of you exerts themselves or is weighting on the other, and he quite enjoys having you on eye level like this, your silky legs surrounding him, your thighs at just the right height for him to rest his palms on them as you take off his glasses and he leans in for a kiss...

But oh, sometimes he also quite likes having you on top, seated on his lap rocking slowly with his hands on your hips, you own supported around his neck bringing you two impossibly closer, hot breaths and sweet moans mixing together.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s a tease, and often likes to poke fun or fluster you, but it’s all in good faith, last thing he’d want is to actually make you uncomfortable. He’s quite lighthearted, little smiles and breathless chuckles weaved in together with other sounds of pleasure. He means for you both to relax and enjoy the moment.

H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? Etc.)

If his gorgeous long hair or immaculate looks aren’t a clue already, yes, Baizhu takes very good care of his appearance. More often than not he wants to give off a sense of professionalism and good health, after all, as a doctor he’s got to set the example. His hands are rather soft and skin clean and shaven. Likewise, he simply keeps himself well trimmed down there. And yes, the drapes do match the curtains… (why would anyone ask or doubt that?)

I= Intimacy (How are they during the moment? Are they romantic?)

For him, this step of the relationship is certainly not to be taken lightly. When both of you finally decide to be intimate, he’ll make sure to treat you with the utmost care and love, focus on your movements, your voice, your reactions, kissing you tenderly. He is a passionate man, but that passion comes in slow waves, molten gazes, careful simmering touches. After all there’s no need to rush…

J = Jack off (Masturbation headcanon)

Baizhu doesn’t usually… indulge in things like this, already too worried with his mind thinking a million different things, body exhausted, always working, Changsheng always draped over him. The need to get off doesn’t linger and fester in him for too long. It’ll come, he’ll get slightly uncomfortable, then it'll leave. But in the lone relaxing moments he has, soaking in the bathtub, lying awake late at night in bed he can finally relieve some tension, thinking on your warm skin and wet kisses, letting out frail husky gasps and moans. And why should he be embarrassed? After all, it is a normal, natural and healthy thing.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

It’s hard to get him to admit it really, but he undoubtedly has a marking/biting kink. You see, the thing is, not only does he possess viperine eyes but also other certain traits as well: fangs, a forked tongue, an acute sense of smell, poor eyesight, bad regulation of body temperature, you name it! And if there’s something he likes it’s to sink those fangs on your skin like a mating mark. Don’t worry, he won’t actually hurt you of course, it’s just that marking you and leaving his claim feels immensely satisfying. He loves to admire them for days to come.

L= Location (Favorite places to do the do?)

Anywhere you two have a private quiet moment to yourselves, though nothing beats the intimacy of the bedroom. Particularly enjoys taking you apart at the pharmacy’s backroom, and if the situation arises when Changsheng and Qiqi are both busy he’ll pull you into his embrace for quite the ride. Slowly unraveling you on the bed by the candlelight, bending you over or perching you at the table, and even once he simply pressed and caged you against the wall and the rest was history…

M = Motivation (What turns them on? What gets them going?)

Your cute noises and reactions. To have you shivering under his touch, flushed red and whimpering, sporting his marks, telling him how good he’s making you feel, how much you love him. Please be vocal and praise him a little! There’s nothing he won’t do with a little begging from you. And he WILL make you beg, kissing your little clit ever so softly causing your hips to twitch, running his hands lightly over your breasts seeing the goosebumps rise and nipples pebble.

N = No (Anything they wouldn’t do?)

Baizhu doesn’t do well with degradation or harsh treatment, sure a quick desperate fuck here and there is doable, some spanking, but nothing really rough. Hard limits on anything inherently dangerous like knife play or choking, he simply wouldn’t want anyone to get hurt. He’s also really mindful and strict on things like proper preparation, hygiene, protection and aftercare. For as much as he likes to test limits and boundaries, he has the utmost respect and love for your body.

O= Oral (Do they like to give or receive? Are they skilled?)

Baizhu is all about the giving. He enjoys seeing you come apart on his skilled fingers and tongue, the sounds you make, the feeling of your soft thighs clamping on his hold. He takes his time, listening to the softest keens and moans that slip from your lips, taking in the pace of your heartbeat on his tongue to know exactly when to plunge the serpentine appendage inside you like he’s starved.

On the other hand, slick with precum before you even put your mouth to him, he is really sensitive and his pretty flushed cock will twitch wildly in your hand as you stroke him, tracing that small vein, lapping at the engorged head. As much as his head is spinning and low groans fall from his mouth, he’ll try very hard to maintain eye contact and keep track of your ministrations, the way your soft hands move and your lips stretch to accommodate him down to the hilt, cupping your cheek lovingly to wipe away a couple of tears, your eyelashes fluttering to meet his golden eyes.

P= Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)

Definitely a slow and sensual lover, Baizhu prefers taking you apart bit by bit with loving and deliberate strokes. His life is already quite restless and chaotic, so he wants to make this as sweet and delicate as he can. He takes his time with his hands tracing every mark on your skin, pinching a little at your tummy and thighs, and rubbing gentle circles on your hips.

Q= Quickie (Their opinions on quickies? How often?)

A rare occurrence to say the least, but with his hectic schedule it’s bound to happen once in a while. They’re nice enough, every moment spent with you in his arms is precious, it’s just that he doesn’t like how short they are. A quick fuck in the backroom of the pharmacy between breaks not only has its risks but he actually often ends up feeling more riled up. Returning to his work slightly more distracted and aroused much to Changsheng’s frustration. He’d rather have long drawn-out sessions with you, slowly building up the heat.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks?)

For all his vanilla sweet love, if there’s anything he likes in life is trying new things, and that philosophy extends to the bedroom. Without a doubt he would agree to indulge in things that interest either of you, anything to bring you more pleasure after all. Communication is key and who knows, you might discover some new fun ways to enjoy time together. That said there's not much of a risk factor with him, Baizhu always plays pretty safe even when you're doing things in a bit of an impromptu manner.

S= Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

His constitution is frail, that is no secret. Now, he’s genuinely a little self-conscious about it, afraid he’s not properly satisfying you or even upset and insulted if you coddle and fuss over him too much. Sometimes he’s tired, it’s late at night after a long day of seeing patients, he gives you lazy thrusts and quiet touches showing it’ll be a simple night, a settle down for the day. Usually, his body gives out after he comes once or twice, though if you still have one more round in you, well, he’ll gladly give you the reins for the rest of the night.

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He definitely enjoys playing with your senses. A blindfold, a bit of bondage, the touch of a feather dragging along your skin, even some ice or hot wax from a scented candle, don’t worry, he’ll be very careful. It’s not so much that he’s kinky per se, he just loves to see you react. Arch your back and cry out. And there are definitely interesting concoctions out there, electro slime can be used to increase sensitivity, and a combination of flaming flower stamen extract with some oil can... well... he’ll let you discover that by yourself.

U= Unfair (How much do they like to tease?)

He is a tease through and through, both inside and outside of the bedroom. A silver-tongued devil he knows very well what words to use and when to obtain the reactions and effects he wants. Fond of inside jokes, bringing up things that will make you squeak while other are none the wiser. Whenever he gets a little jealous, you’ll notice he also gets touchier, placing a hand at your shoulder or hip or straight up giving you a peck or blurting some pet name.

You’ve lost count of how many times a night you’ll tell him to stop teasing. He just chuckles and apologizes but after a few minutes he’s back on the game.

V= Volume (Are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk?)

He will praise you and tease you non-stop, spouting compliments and whispering promises into your skin as he worships your body. If you manage to catch him off guard and turn the tables on him, he actually lets out the most wonderful noises. So endearing in their restraint with quiet hisses and whimpers, and so surprising in their rawness with deep groans and occasional growl.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Although he can identify some scents and physiological reactions better than most, Changsheng is the real menace. A few flicks of her tongue and she’ll know for sure if either of you are… ehem… wanting. She’ll tease, she may even be a little passive aggressive but she’s respectful and considerate enough to slither off somewhere and give you both (or just him) some “alone time”. She might not always keep her mouth shut to Gui however.

X= X-ray (What’s going on down there?)

Baizhu’s size is nothing to sneeze at no matter how much he scoffs (blushing a little) and calmly mentions he’s statistically rather average. The thing is this man is a grower. Once hard his cock is rather long but not all slender, with a curve upwards and a few visible veins that are even more sensitive than he already is. You love to see him twitch after every kitten lick, rub or puff of hot air, and the tip takes on that pretty, purplish hue when he's really really needy. Although he makes it out to be not a big deal, he can't help the smugness that fills his head when he lowers you down on him that first time and sees the way you gasp and flinch as you try to adjust.

Y= Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Average, if a little low technically? It’s not so much he craves the sex in itself but rather that intimacy, that connection. For him making love is just as much about the… well, love. He doesn’t just chase pleasure but he loves to see you come apart and have you drag him along. Never once has he thought he'd have such deep, pure love as the kind he has with you, so having you by his side, in his arms, under him, or sleeping peacefully curled up to his chest, completely at ease and comfortable in his presence, is a gift that he never takes for granted.

Z= Zzz (How quickly do they fall asleep?)

He’s a little insomniac, pulling few frequent all-nighters to work or rolling over restlessly under the sheets. Sex, however, is one of the few things able to wear him out well enough to fall asleep easily, especially if you’ve gone for a few rounds. Occasionally, he still won’t be able to fall asleep afterwards, but in most cases the warmth of your body will be enough to lull him into an at least somewhat restful state for a few hours.

432 notes · View notes

willowser · 1 year

Text

my guilty pleasure trope is like. trash reality dating show au LOL

like you and bakugou on love island ??? HELLO ???? he is 100% the show-stopper that comes in as a twist at the very end, after everyone is already coupled up. thinking they're happy in their pair. ready to move forward and get to know one another. AND THEN BAM. bakugou katsuki. huge and tan and toned. probably a firefighter or something, been single for a long time because he finds it hard to put himself out there — and coming on live, national television was the perfect way to get himself out of his comfort zone LOL

let's say. you're coupled up with denki and you love it ! he's great and funny and charming and will make someone happy — but that someone is just not you. from the get-go, your relationship feels more friendly than anything, but he doesn't try to cop a feel on you in bed and he's a good snuggler and maybe you kiss him once, just to see how it feels, and that's not so bad either. but there are no sparks, no fireworks. you'd be content to even ride out the rest of the challenge in a couple, because he's comfortable, but that's not what either of you came on the show for.

after the first week, bakugou couples up with jirou. her sharp wit and dry humor draws him in enough (and he's always kind of liked that edgy look that she has) — but he very quickly realizes that she's really not that into him POOR GUY. bakugou really isn't her type; besides finding his attitude funny every now and again, they really don't have much in common. don't do much of the same things, share hobbies or interests, so it's a little bit of a bust.

i like to think you're just friends for a week or two. another guy comes in, two new girls come in, but nothing really changes for either of you. keeping your respective couples, just because no one else has really caught your interest — and it's not until a challenge has you kissing him square on the mouth that either of you start to take a second glance across the villa.

you watch him work out in the mornings, make a second cup of tea for when he's done. somehow, you both always end up in the same section, leaning back in the lawn chairs or sitting side-by-side on the beanbags as you chat about how the challenge has been going so far for either of you.

the part of this trope that is so funny to me is that — bakugou really is not the kind of guy that should be on this show LOL he's hard to approach and intimidating and if you don't understand his attitude, then you won't like him. and what little game he has isn't played like this: approaching someone in front of everyone else, nabbing you from your couple, having to put himself out there so that he doesn't get sent home. all while on live television.

but — it's not until you admit, casually one day, that you and denki are just friends that he decides to do anything about it. the two of you have gotten along so well in your couple that bakugou didn't think he stood a chance but after talking to you, he's awkwardly telling kaminari in the kitchen, alone, that he's planning on pursuing you. and denki thinks that's great ! thinks you deserve it !

the week continues on much the same: you and bakugou chat here and there, eat breakfast together away from everyone else, he makes you laugh and you make him smile his crooked little smile at the floor, embarrassed, as he tucks his face and pulls his hat further over his eyes. it's cute and you're having fun with him, but the recoupling is surprising, still.

when he has to stand up there, in front of everyone, red-faced, and grit out that you've caught his eye, that he's enjoyed his time with you, that he'd like to get to know you better — and you're floored. ecstatic, but floored. because he is certainly intimidating, and regardless of the fact that you were with kaminari for so long, you might not have ever approached bakugou, because he's just. so huge and handsome and striking.

and then you're settling in for the night, crawling in to your shared bed for this first time. and he's not like denki, not a cuddler, but you still make a point to wiggle around to him, wait until the lights are off and even breathing sounds throughout the room — and then you tell him, quietly, grinning in the dark:

"i'm really glad you picked me."

you feel bakugou sigh, a bit heavy, and you wonder if you're going in to strong — but then his hand skates over your arm, rests carefully against your hip, and he murmurs, "'m really glad, too."

i wrote this a lil bit ago and have since been made aware of luna's love island bkg !! 🥺 it's so detailed !! there's a whole show for the two of them !!

#pleeeaaaseeee #the image of him sitting on one of those lounge chairs !!!! in just shorts !!!! with some sunglasses and a hat !!!!!#i would be head over heels for him #and he's got his stupid water bottle #brings yours to you filled up and cold #you kiss him up on the balcony a few nights into your couple and it's like BOOM BAM POW #sparks fireworks the whole shebang #akfwkfnjaka it's so cute idk what to tell you !!!#imagine him with a red face standing awkwardly over denki like “...'m...fuckin' interested in her or whatever so...just lettin' you know”#and denki is like “oh sweet! she's interested in you too !”#and bkg is all 👀😳 oh really ???#unintentionally they probably become pals on the show bc denki wants what is best for you and katsuki knows that too #CUTE !! 🥺#blast from the past: hiatus q #✿ willow writes #✿ thoughts: bakugou #✿ theme: love island bakugou

467 notes · View notes

not-normal-about-shigaraki · 5 months

Text

My Hero Academia Ultra Impact - Shigaraki Tomura Voice Collection (ENG Translation)

I decided to go insane so here's a recording of his voice lines in MHAUI + my translations~! ❤️

Warning - I know very little japanese, so it's mostly me spending way too much time in translation software lmaoo. So, please correct me or feel free to add some context here!!

Receiving Gift - I will leave you to it./I'm gonna mark it as token of love (?? Off to a bad start here. I keep hearing "love" here. Is this projection?? Lmao. It amounts to something like the second one, but my translator apps also keep hearing "I'm gonna leave love behind"... Which is also interesting in a way but uh... *Confusion*)

Home Screen 1 - Aah, I hate it… I'm gonna destroy everything that annoys me.

Home Screen 2 - Maa, let's do our best together, okay?

Home Screen (Morning) 1 - You're energetic this early in the morning… I'm still sleepy…

Home Screen (Morning) 2 - Why are you so noisy? I'm not ready yet.

Home Screen (Afternoon) 1 - I'm getting on a roll now… Let's crush the society today.

Home Screen (Afternoon) 2 - Alright… Let's have some tea.

Home Screen (Evening) 1 - I'm seriously motivated... I'm talking about a game. A game.

Home Screen (Evening) 2 - Looks like the world is having fun. They let their guard down/They're so careless.

Home Screen (Night) 1 - The day is coming to an end and the goofy smiling heroes are yet to be destroyed. It's still not enough.

Home Screen (Night) 2 - Villains hide/live in the darkness. I'm starting to see why.

Home Screen (Late Night) 1 - Finally, a response… Someone who can get to work. (I'm pretty sure he literally says "Someone who can move" loool)

Home Screen (Late Night) 2 - Kurogiri, Toga- Hah? Already asleep? Are you little kids? (Not sure if he says Toga here tbh)

Home Screen (Early Morning) 1 - I'm sleepy… Aaah, so sleepy…

Home Screen (Early Morning) 2 - I'm going to sleep now. If you disturb me, I'm gonna destroy you too. (Though my translator also said "Go to bed now or I'm gonna destroy you too". Which, I gotta mention because it was too cute.)

Home Screen (Gift Box) - Look at that. Too good to waste.

Home Screen (Event) - An event? Want to destroy it to kill some time?

Battle Start Dialogue - Izuku Midoriya - At this rate, I feel like something is missing… (??? I have genuinely no clue what he's saying here. That's why I got, dunno.)

Battle Start Dialogue - Dabi - This guy is as rude as ever. So annoying.

Battle Start Dialogue - Himiko Toga - Toga, over there.

Battle Start Dialogue - All For One - Sensei, is it fine if I destroy those guys?

WAVE Progress - I'm feeling a bit better now.

Team Defeated in Battle - Ah… This time it's game over.

Sub-Character Entering Battle - Alright. Continue. (Context - as in, clicking "continue" in a game pause menu lol)

Level Up - Something's changed? I don't feel it.

Awaken - Plus... What is it again? (making fun of the phrase “Plus Ultra!” ~ thank you arakn0 !!)

Ability Board Completion - My brain is spinning round and round…

Maintenance - Why are you here? Go home.

Recruit Obtained - [Perdition] Tomura Shigaraki - Paranormal Liberation Front… Well, a name is just a decoration… Do as you like.

6-Month Anniversary Celebration Announcement - Nice. It's called a half-anniversary.

1st Anniversary Celebration Announcement - 1st anniversary… So, what shall we destroy first?

2nd Anniversary Celebration Announcement - It's been 2 years already… It's going well.

#shigaraki tomura #bnha shigaraki #mha shigaraki #my hero academia #mha #league of villains #my hero ultra impact #shigaraki tomura x reader #shigaraki tomura x you #paranormal liberation front

125 notes · View notes

lullabyes22-blog · 2 months

Text

Snippet - Tipping Point - Forward, but Never Forget/XOXO

Silco forces Vander's hand beyond all recourse.

Forward but Never Forget/XOXO

Snippet:

"They're like a cult," Vander said, their last night together.

Silco didn't glance up. He'd been sitting at the Drop's table, hands laced under his chin, poring over a map. Black ink, red ink. Blue strings running in between, like the veins in a corpse. He'd been at it all evening, and his eyeballs vibrated. So did the rest of him.

Usually, he'd take the percolating mania and channel it into Sevika. She was a solid presence: always available, always hungry. By now, he'd all but moved into hers and Nandi's flat. There was gossip, as there was bound to be. Neither he nor Sevika gave a toss.

Nandi was gone, and he couldn't shake her loss.

But at least he could fuck his way out of the grief.

That's what he and Sevika did, most nights: fucked, then slept, then fucked again. Mornings, they'd wake with sour mouths, and sour moods. He'd brew her tea, and she'd suck his cock under the table. Afterward, they'd share a plateful of sump-vole fritters, and plot the day's course. Then she'd leave for her patrol, and he'd go to work at the Drop. Evenings, they'd rendezvous at Jericho's. A little more planning, a little more fucking. She'd rub his shoulders, or he'd knead her calf-muscles. She'd feed him bits of smoked sardines, and he'd eat her out until her toes curled. Then, after the drinks were drunk and the dishes were washed, they'd fall into bed again.

Rinse, lather, repeat.

It wasn't love—neither of them was ready for that. But it was easy. It was enough. A rhythm he could fall into; a routine she could count on. Sevika wasn't Nandi. Everything about her was a fraction heavier, harder, coarser. She wasn't soft; she wasn't sweet. But her body was a good one, and her mind a keen one. Her temper could flare; but her humor could cut.

And her laugh, though rare, chased all the shadows out of the gloom.

He could live with that. Hell, he could live for it. Even—love it? In time. When Zaun was theirs, and the dead laid to rest.

Not that night.

That night, the maps wouldn't stop jittering. His mind kept running in circles. Sevika wasn't due till late. There was only Vander.

Only Vander, and his looming shadow.

And Silco's own: darkening the map.

"A cult, you say?" he said. A fortnight, he thought. The time's nearly up. "That's high praise."

"Is it?" Vander's chin jerked towards the flapping door, where a pair of scrappers had just slunk out. "That lot were practically beggin' for commands. Looked at you like you were a bloody god." He grimaced. "Makes my skin crawl."

"They're useful." Silco stirred the page with a fingertip. "Steady hands."

"An' sharp knives." Vander's brows bristled. "I ain't seen a lick of their faces, but I bet they're young. Too young for this kind of job."

"We were all too young."

"And look what happened." Vander crossed his arms over his chest, his face granite except for the vein throbbing in his temple. His jowls were furred with stubble; all attempts at grooming had ceased the past few weeks. "The Lanes are crawlin' with their sort lately. They'd kill their own mothers for coin. An' you've got a talent for pickin' the worst."

"Perhaps," Silco rejoined, "I prefer company with an ounce of ambition."

"Ambition's the least of their bloody traits!"

"Vander, use your thick head. We're at war." Silco tapped the maps with an idleness that belied his irritation. "And war needs more than soldiers and stalwart hearts. It needs spies and saboteurs. People who'll do the dirty work without compromising the cause. I have my contacts, and they have theirs. If it weren't for them, we'd have no way to ship our goods."

"We wouldn't have a bunch of cutthroats loose in the Lanes, neither."

"We've always had cutthroats."

"Not this many!" Vander's fist slammed against the table, rattling the glassware. Once, Silco would've jerked. Now, his body-language betrayed nothing. Passions were a volatile commodity; a good leader could ill-afford to succumb to his own. He'd learnt the hard way and meant to profit from the lesson. "They're a fuckin' infestation! Eyes like dead things an' smiles like wolves. They've got no limits. All they want is blood."

"The world's made them that way."

"An' you're the one exploiting 'em."

"I'm offering them a choice."

"Are you?" Vander glowered, looming into his space. "What are their options, huh? Down the gutter, or up the river? They're not loyal, Silco. They're fanatical. To you."

"To us," Silco corrected.

"I didn't ask for a cult!"

"Then maybe you should!"

Their eyes locked from across a flashpoint of inches. In their debates, as a rule, Silco weighed Vander's words before his own. It was a practice borne of equity: no partnership comes without compromise. Lately, though, they never debated. He'd get an earful of strident moralism.

Tonight he'd had enough.

"Right now, our plans are only partially done,” he said. “But unless we get every cutthroat, snitch and sneak-thief on our side, they'll be undone. The Wardens will kill us all. You. Me. Sevika. Benzo. They'll raze the Lanes to the ground, and salt the ashes. And when the smoke clears, the soft ones—the ones like Nandi, like Lika and her girls, like your two boys—will be put to work. All our children will die before they've a chance to live. Is that what you want?"

"Don't make this somethin' it's not." Vander's jaw jutted. "You think I don't want Topside's boot off our necks? You think I wouldn't give anything to make sure our kids breathe easy? You think I don't think back on Bloody Sunday every single damn day? What was lost? What you—" Silco's head tilted, a basilisk lifting, and Vander backed off just enough to avoid his stare. "...what we could've done."

"Could've. Would've. Should've." Silco's eyes descended to subzero. "All excuses for a failure to act now. Or maybe the Hound's losing his teeth?"

Vander's nostrils flared. He unbent to his full height stepped around the counter, a slow, lumbering turn. His shadow engulfed Silco like a fist.

"If you had any idea," he said, a whiskey-waft of heat. "Any. How much I'd like to—"

"To what?" Silco challenged. "Discipline? Force me to obey? Do try. I could use a spot of fun."

Vander seized a fistful of his shirtfront. The next moment, Silco found himself being dragged across the countertop. The whiskey glasses toppled to the floorboards. The ledgers and maps scattered. He was half-slung through the air, the room upside-down before the breath was knocked out of him.

His spine hit the wall, legs dangling. A fist pinned him in place.

Vander's features were contorted, a red-hot fury at once leashed and explosive. His fingers closed around Silco's throat. He didn't squeeze. Not yet. But the threat was there.

"D'you even listen to yourself?" he gritted. "D'you have a shred of decency left? Or did Nandi's death knock it all outta you? She'd be ashamed. To see you. To see what you're doin'!"

Silco let one corner of his mouth curl. "What am I doing?"

"You know damnwell what!"

The nights, he meant.

The plainclothesmen gutted in the shadows. Their bodies left in the open where everyone could see. The edge of Silco's knife never clean when he came home.

"It's not the way," Vander said, a hairline crack in his voice. "You know it isn't."

"You haven't stopped me."

"Stopped you?" Vander's knuckles flexed. "I've tried. Every day since you started. I thought...you'd get it out of your system. You'd snap out of it. But you haven't. You won't. You've gotten a taste for it."

"I have a taste for keeping us alive."

"You have a taste for murder!" Vander shook him. "An' I can't keep turnin' a blind eye. You're the best thing that's happened to the Lanes, Blut. If the Undercity had to choose, they'd have my back. But we'd all be six feet under without you! That's why you need to get your shit together. Because when this is over, I won't let you walk away."

"Threats, Vander?"

"This has gone far enough." Vander's pitch dropped. The Hound's warning rumble. "If you cross the line again, I won't hesitate."

"You won't have to."

"What?"

"The Sheriff has issued a search warrant. In a fortnight, the Enforcers will crack down." Silco's eyes went past Vander's shoulder, where the maps had fallen. "A citywide sweep. We'll lose the advantage. Our networks, our stockpiles. Everything. Unless—"

Vander's hold on his neck tightened. "Unless what?"

"We strike first."

"First." Vander's grip stayed immobile. But his stare was no longer a blister. It was a burn: eating Silco alive. "Fuck. This is what you've been planning."

"A smokescreen."

Silco's fingers folded around Vander's wrist. It didn't budge. Vander was strong; the strongest he'd ever known. Struggling was besides the point. Part of him was already prepared to go all the way. To let go and take Vander with him into the freefall of blackness.

"The Enforcers bodies will divert Topside's attention," Silco went on. "Their patrols will be spread thin. The bodies were all near the Canal Zone. They'll believe our operation was concentrated there. Meanwhile, the guardposts at Bridgeside will be understaffed. We'll deploy the squads to transport the ammo. If everything goes as planned, the Lanes will have the full arsenal by tomorrow night. Then, the real war will begin."

"Blut..."

"Think. You'll have everything. A force. Firepower. Enough to drive Topside out of our streets for good."

Vander's fist clenched and unclenched. His eyes roved the room, the empty stools, the felled glasses, the scattered plans. His shoulders caved inward.

It wasn't surrender. It was a man, bracing himself against a massing storm.

"How could you?" he rasped. "Silco, how could you?"

"There is no other way."

"Sevika... she knows about this?"

"We had a talk."

"A talk," Vander repeated flatly. "Of course. You're her damned messiah now. That girl was always prowlin' for someone to take her old man's place. Someone who'd give her orders. Who'd make her feel strong. I told you not to play games with her. To not lead her on. To not—do this!"

With renewed disgust, Vander shoved him away. Silco swayed but kept his balance. Vander's fingerprints burned around his throat.

"That's why you chose her, isn't it?” Vander went on. “Her gang's the most coordinated in the Lanes. The most ruthless. Our folks respect 'em, but they fear 'em, too. They're perfect for what you've got planned." When Silco stayed silent, he shook his head. "For Janna's sake, Blut. She's barely twenty-two. You were supposed to be her family. Her mentor. Not the person who puts the goddamn matches in her hand!"

Silco snapped. Low-blows made for the deepest cuts.

"You used me first, remember? When I was sixteen and you were twenty-one. You knew I'd do anything for you. You knew I'd follow you to the ends of the earth. You've always known, and still you've never had the guts to do what should be done. So I have. Because someone has to. Someone with a spine, and the balls to take what's theirs."

"Fuckin' hell." Vander's face had changed. The lines carved deep, shadows in the hollows of his cheekbones. He looked both worn to the bone, and blasted open. "All these years. All these years... an' you never let it go. Why couldn't you let it go? Why couldn't you forgive me?"

"Why couldn't you?!"

The air was charged with currents. Silco's body sang. Like a sea-change: skin sloughing off, and something raw and primal birthing itself. Something he'd known was always inside him, and was now in its last throes of transformation. He had no name for it but he knew its shape.

It was a part of him. A monster. Same as Vander's.

"I'm not asking for forgiveness," Silco said softly. "Nor am I giving it. But I am asking you to do what's necessary. For us."

"Us," Vander repeated, the word scraped raw.

"Our city. Because Zaun will die if we don't do this, Vander. So will everyone we love." Silco took a step towards him. Vander shuddered. He felt the tremor. Felt the monster behind it. The two of them: feeding off each other. A decades-long twining of call-and-response. "We can't keep on like this. You. Me. Sevika. Benzo. Lika. We've been fighting our fates since we were children. Now it's time to take the fight to Topside."

"Blut..."

"We can win this. We have the weapons. We have the people. We have the resolve. We just need you."

“Me?”

"You're the Hound of the Underground. Our champion. Because that's not me, Vander. It will never be me. No matter what those scrappers, or Sevika, or you, or anyone says. That's not who I am."

#arcane #arcane league of legends #arcane silco #silco #forward (never forget)/xoxo #forward but never forget/xoxo #arcane vander #vander #arcane sevika #sevika #arcane zaun #zaun #vanco #vander x silco #snippet #sevilco #silco x sevika

70 notes · View notes

genshindreamer · 1 year

Text

My child, the best?nurse ever!

Aka: They get injured and you "help".

Tw: Burning in Kaeyas, broken bones in Diluc's, Dottore being his own warning, prejudice in Itto's, infected wounds in Childe's, near death in Thoma's, Amputee! Gorou, OOC Dottore (I have no idea how it happened), mentions of reader having ears and tail on Gorou's, light Angst in Scaramocuhe's

Key: (m/n)= Mothers name, (y/n)= Your name

Translations: Baba=Father

I think reader is like 4-7, old enough to know they're hurt. But not old enough to really understand how to actually help yet.

Also thank you guys for almost 300 Followers! I was thinking of adding one these as a new dad for 300 followers. So please let me know who you'd like out of these on the straw poll Whoever gets the most votes gets added!

Voting is now over!

Kaeya

It had been a fairly simple thing, really. Dispatch some Abyss Mages, report back to Jean, coast clear, go back home.

Only these were the types of mages that were kind of annoying becusee they actually had some braincells to rub together.

So your father got a pretty nice burn on his torso.

They doctor figured he could be back out in a few weeks, but when he first got the burn, it hurt like hell!

Your mother was playing his sexy Beautiful Nurse.

Luckily you were there to be the most adorable little Assitant Nurse!

You came home from school and found your father relaxing in his chair after your mother so kindly changes the wraps around his torso.

"Daddy!" You grinned and ran to him.

He smiled and opened his arms.

You jumped into his arms, making him grunt.

"Careful, Snpwdrop, Daddy's still a little tender." He said, looking at you sweetly.

"Sorry..." you pouted and wrapped your arms around him.

Kaeya smiled and kissed the top of your head, wrapping his arms around you.

"Daddy feel better?" You looked up at him.

Kaeya chuckled softly. "Your hugs make it all better, (y/n)."

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

Diluc

Diluc got hurt quite a lot sadly, thanks to him being the hero after all.

Usually, they were just cuts or scrapes.

But everyone In a while, and he gets more seriously injured.

Like in this case, he broke his ankle.

Meaning he was in a cast for a while.

And your mother got the wonderful job of reminding Diluc that "no. You can't fight right now, you're just going to have to trust the KoF"

And you, were her backup.

"Come on Diluc, you can't go out. You're still in a cast." (M/n) said as she pushed him into bed. "Mondstat can survive a few months."

"You sure about that?" He half joked.

"I'm positive. Jean and the others are just as capable, as you." (M/n) said, sitting beside him and tracing patterns on his chest.

He rolled his eyes. "And the Tavern? Who's going to keep Kaeya and Venti from robbing the place?" At this point, he was just looking for an excuse. Grumpy man.

Your mother rolled her eyes and got up, walking away for a bit before returning with you. She gently threw you on the bed and crawled in bed too.

Diluc rolled his eyes but naturally wrapped his arms around you both. "My weakness..."He grumbled.

"I know." Your mother replied, laughing softly.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

Zhongli

Again, Zhongli hasn't been hurt in some time, especially when he had his gnosis.

Even now, years after he gave it up, he sometimes forgets that fact and will overestimate his abilities.

And those Lawlachurls are usually when he overestimates his abilities.

Zhongli managed to escape, but not without breaking a couple ribs.

Luckily, he had a cure little nurse.

"Baba okay?" You asked as you walked in to his bedroom early one morning. Well....early for you, your father had been up for hours.

He looked up from his book and smiled a bit. "I am fine, little one."

You walked closer to the edge of the bed and Zhongli glanced over to his wife before back to you. He smiled a bit.

"Anything I can do to help?" You asked sweetly.

Zhongli hummed in thought. "Think you can make baba some tea?" He asked. He had shown you how not long ago, after all, it was a very important skill.

You wandered to the kitchen and, using the step stool, began to carefully make the tea your baba wanted. You knew he had a fondness for Honey in his tea so you guessed the amount he put in.

You then made yourself some too, and took a cautious sip. You made a face but took another sip, and another. You wanted to be just like your baba and that involved you liking tea.

Shrugging, you brought the tea back to your Baba and presented it to him.

Zhongli chuckled fondly and carefully leaned down to pick you up, grunting. You were almsot to big for such things.

He sipped his tea and red, and you tried to follow along with what he was reading, but you were still pretty young and the words flew over your head.

Zhongli smiled a bit. "Would you like me to read to you?"

You nodded and cuddled up, eventually falling asleep to his deep, soothing voice.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

Xiao

This man is so stubborn when he's injured its not even funny.

He was stubborn before you came along, and after?

He never wanted you to see him be weak!

Which works great until you land on your back wrong. (Old man!)

So he was put out of commission for a few days.

Xiao groaned as he rose out of bed, cringing at the ache in his back. Was he getting out of shape? Or did he just get weak? Why did his back hurt so much? It's not like he hadn't landed on it before.

Granted, it usually wasn't on a very sharp rock that could have impaled him.

You panted out once he finally got sat up just hanging off the edge of the bed. Your mother had gone out to get more medicine for him from Baizhu.

You, being the curious 5 year old you were, opened the door and walked in.

"(Y/n)...you shouldn't be here..." Xiao grumbled but didn't....couldn't, do anything to stop you.

"Baba's hurt. I want to help." You said firmly. You walked further in the room and hopped on the bed.

"Hmg...careful." Xiao grunted out as you jostled the bed a bit too much. He took deep, controlling breaths.

You looked at the scars that littered your fathers presently bare torso, including the new one, located dangerously close to his spine.

You traced them all and Xiao turned to watch you, but didn't stop you.

Finally, you reached the new scar, and his back was all tense and hard where the rest of it was relatively soft.

Hesitantly, you applied pressure and watched your father groan. You remembered watching your mother do this for him yesterday so you began to mimic her motions. Of course, you didn't really help, but you also weren't not helping.

Xiao hissed in mild pain but looked at you fondly. He appreciated the gesture, even if it wasn't nearly as effective as your mother's.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

Kazuha

Being a Samurai, or at least, an ex-Samurai, your father didn't usually get hurt.

But that didn't mean it was impossible.

And honestly, he probably deserved this one.

See....he was walking out on some ice and slipped in just the wrong way, fracturing his wrist.

Honestly his pride was hurt more than anything.

Kazuha was sat on the sofa writing poetry to pass the time. Your mother was out tending to her garden when his arm began acting up, causing him to make a face.

You looked up from where you were trying your hand at Poetry with your father (it wasn't going too well).

You got up, wordlessly, and wandered to the kitchen and carefully prepared some tea woth herbs you knew your mom used to help your father, and you brought it over carefully.

"Daddy, I made this for you." You said.

Kazuha turned away and smiled at you presenting a far too large cup of tea, but who was he to scold you for a gesture so sweet?

"Ah, thank you, Bug." He smiled, ruffling your hair affectionately. He sipped the tea. It was a little too strong for him, but it wasn't by any means something he'd reject. You made it after all!

You sat next to him and cuddled up to him. "Daddy feel better?"

"Much."

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

Venti

It's something that rarely happens. He prefers to do bard jobs, but sometimes he'll go with the traveller or the adventures guild.

And this can lead to him getting hurt. Usually though, the wounds fade.

But sometimes, he gets a little more injured.

It wasn't his week to have you, but your mother was out on a date (why did Venti feel jealous?) So he got you.

But he was also stabbed by a hillichurl so he had a nice limp.

"Daddy!" You grinned, running to him. He caught you in his arms and grunted a bit.

"Careful, Birdie. I hurt a little bit." He said, looking at you.

You tilted your head. "Hurt?"

"Yeah." He said, taking your hand and walking with you, trying to hide his limp.

You hummed and once you arrived at his apartment, you pushed him on the couch. "Sit." You ordered.

"Hm? (Y/n), what are you doing?" He asked.

"Daddy hurt and limping. So sit. I'm your nurse." You declared, and Venti let out his signature giggle.

"Alright, Birdie."

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

Albedo

Sometimes, Albedo has to protect his lab from hillichurls. Nothing unusual.

But he got outnumbered and ended up getting hurt pretty badly.

Your mother went to town to get him some medical supplies since they used what they had at the lab.

You stayed with your father

"You need anything?" You asked, looking at where your father was sat on the sofa, holding his side.

Albedo smiled as he looked at you. "I'll be fine, (y/n)." He said.

You frowned at him, seeing how he still clearly hurt. You gently pushed him to lay down and Albedo looked puzzled.

You walked over to the cabinet in the small shack and pulled out the bandaid usually reserved for you, given they had some cute design on them. You walked back over and lifted your fathers shirt up, exposing his abdomen.

Albedo held hurt shirt up and watched as you put your bandaid on his new scab from the sword the hillichurl wielded.

You put the bandaid over it and kissed it, like your father did for you when you got hurt.

"Thank you." Albedo said, laughing softly.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

Itto

This man is clumsy as shit, tell me otherwise. I dare you.

So it's not too unusual to see him hurt

However, what is unusual is seeing his reaction to beans.

He was just midning his own business when some jerk decided to just throw beans at him. And then his buddies joined in.

And Itto ran to the safety of home, and his girlfriend.

"Itto! You okay?!" (M/n) said, running to him and pulling the normally big and strong Oni in her arms. She held his trembling form as the reaction worked its way through him.

"Just some beans. Nothing that...won't go away..." He mumbled.

Your mother frowned. Why couldn't people understand her Oni wasn't a bad guy? Sure, he was a little stupid, and maybe even dense, but he just...was so sweet and loving. Just loud, really.

You heard the commotion and wandered out from your room, holding your stuffed Ushi your mother had made.

"Oh no...Sweetie....you probably don't want to see this...." Itto said. Truthfully, he wasn't sure he got the beans fully off of him and he wasn't sure if you were as allergic to them as he was, and he didn't want to find out.

You however, didn't listen to him and made your way closer, seeing your father was lightly burned in some small spots.

You frowned and hugged him, making Itto tense, but he relaxed once he saw you weren't reacting to it. He held you in his strong bicep.

"Daddy okay?" You asked, looking up at him.

"Yeah. I'm much better now." He said. And it was true. You just had such magic little hugs!

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

Ayato

Being a figure of nobility in Inazuma meant Ayato always had a target on his back, especially by organizations such as the Fatui.

He had been walking alo g the beach when he got ambushed by the Fatui.

Thankfully, he managed to take them out, but his usually white outfit was stained by red at his hip where he had been stabbed.

He sat on the bed while your mother, who thankfully had been a medic back in the day, was stitching him up.

He hissed a bit in pain, but watched as you made your way to him. "(Y/n)...you shouldn't have to see this." He said.

You shook your head and carefully climbed on the bed and hugged your father, laying on the bed with him as your mother kept working, a fond smile gracing her beautiful features.

Ayato smiled a bit but didn't squeeze you or anything through his stitching process. He instead ran his fingers through your hair and kissed your forehead.

Your mother smiled and cut the remaining thread and wrapped the wound. "There." She said.

Ayato carefully rolled over onto his back, holding you in one arm and opening the other. "You want to join?"

Your mother laughed softly and wrapped her arms around him, and Ayato held his small family in his arms and gazed at your mother with a loving look.

Hmm....maybe once he heals he should consider expanding the family?

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

Childe

Being a Harbringer isn't exactly the safest job out there.

Especially for someone as battle hungry as Childe.

So it wasn't unusual for him to come woth a few new scars to add to thr collection.

That being said, it was unusual for him to faint at the door.

"Ajax!" Your mother yelled in surprise in caught her husband before he would have fell.

You watched, whimpering. Did your daddy die? Your little mind just could process.

"(Y/n), cam you grab the first aid kit under the sink in our bathroom?" She asked while she got your father on the bed.

You nodded and walked to your parents bedroom and them into the bathroom, opening the cabinet and grabbing the white box, and wandering back out. "Here mama!" You said.

Your mother smiled and looked over your fathers body for wounds and saw a pretty bay infected one.

"Stupid Harbringer..." She mumbled under her breath.

"What?" You tilted your head.

"Nothing! Nothing!" Your mother chuckled nervously.

She quickly cleaned the wound after draining the pus (ew). She stitched it closed, thankful she had gotten pretty good at patching your fathers wounds.

She threw away what she used and sighed, covering Ajax with a blanket.

You smiled and snuggled into him for warmth, manipulating him so his arm rested over you.

Your mother gave a soft look, watching the scene.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

Thoma

He was doing some errands around Inazuma, as per usual

That was, until a group of Treasure Hoarders ambushed him. There was so many of them and Thoma was only one man

So for as good of a fighter he was, he got overwhelmed and defeated.

He was lucky that Yoimiya found him.

How long had it been? Was his first thought as he opened his eyes, finding himself in a hospital. He swallowed thickly and shakily tried to sit up, but he gave out, collapsing back on the bed.

"Be careful, Lovie." Your.mother sais, walking over to him. "You've been out for a couple of weeks...."

Thoma went pale. A couple weeks? How were you then? Did you know?

Your mother laughed softly. "They're fine." She assured. "I just didn't want them to see you like that. But since you're awake, I will bring them tomorrow." She assured.

Thoma relaxed slightly.

....

The next day, your mother brought you to your fathers hospital room, where he was shakily eating some Ramen.

He took one final mouthful and swallowed the noodles before setting the bowl aside. "Come here!"

You grin and ran to him, and he lifted you onto his he'd and kissed your cheek, and you giggled at the feel of his stubble.

"Daddy!" You grinned and Thoma nuzzled you. "Missed you!"

Thoma felt his heart burst with cuteness. "Missed you too." He replied and held you close, squeezing you gently.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

Gorou

Since he wasn't a general anymore, he very rarely, if ever, battled anything anymore.

He just wasn't as limber as he used to be with two prosthetics.

But, sometimes, he'd get phantom pains.

Those days were rough on the poor doggy general.

Gorou hayes the mornings he woke up feeling like his stumps burned. Like he could feel them being sawed off.

They used to happen all the time, but hadn't had the phantom pains in a long while.

His ears flattened in pain, whimpering softly. Dammit. He was so weak...

(M/n) woke uo, and rolled over to look at him. She wrapped her arms around him from behind and Gorou turned to her.

"It's okay." She said softly. "You just relax today, you've earned it." She said, sitting up.

"I didn't mean to wake you..." He said softly.

She just kissed his cheek and got up to make breakfast.

You woke up to the smell of food and frowned seeing your father wasn't making breakfast like usual. "Daddy?"

Your mother looked up. "He's having a rough day. I was going to make his favorite breakfast today, want to help?"

You nodded and helped your mother make breakfast, and you carefully carried the wooden tray of food to their bedroom.

Gorou perked his ears up hearing his two favorite people enter the room, and he saw the breakfast. "Aww...you guys..."

You smiled, tail wagging, as you went to your father and presented the tray.

He smiled and took the tray on his lap and admired the sweet gesture before you and your mother joined him in bed, sandwhiching him in between you two, not that he minded.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

Scaramouche

Scaramouche thought he knew pain.

But when he went to Sumeru and got his gnosis ripped out from him just after your 5th birthday?

He was lost. Utterly lost.

He returned home, defeated. Weak.

He lost his purpose.

He walked in the door, quietly. He didn't want to wake you guys. He clutched his chest, feeling how empty it was. It was like his heart was ripped from his chest.

Who was he anymore? He wasn't the sixth Fatui Harbringer anymore. He wasn't a puppet cast aside. And he sure as hell didn't deserve the title of 'dad'.

He felt as though he had been reset. Perhaps he had.

He heard footsteps and saw (m/n), the only person to never cast him aside when by all rights she should have.

She didn't say anything, just gave a face of pity and walked to him, wrapping her arms around him and cradling him, running her fingers through his hair.

Scaramouche broke down, crying. Finally letting his walls crumble to ruins.

(M/n) startled before tightening her grip on him and rubbing his back.

"Who am I?" He asked her, although muffled by her soft chest.

"Well, I'm not sure I'm the one who can answer that question, Scara, that something you'll have to figure out for yourself." She said softly.

He sighed softly and held her close before hearing you.

"Dad!" You greeted and ran to.him, and Scara felt his heart skip a beat. He didn't say anything when you approached and joined the hug. He didn't push you away, in fact, he held you close.

....

Months passed, and Scaramouche's mind was still a haze, but when he saw you wear his old fat, that was, far too big for your head, he gave a fond chuckle as you stumbled to.him, unable to see over the brim.

He gently lifted it up so he could see your face. You beamed at him and Scaramocuhe smiled. Maybe....maybe he did deserve one title.

Dad.

Next he knew, he felt a weight in his hand and looked to see an anemo vision, and you grinned.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

Dotorre

He wasn't usually sent out in the field, despite being a harbringer. He was far better served in a Labratory.

If he was called out, he usually would send a clone.

But the Tsarista requested him personally to deal with the Traveller in Fontaine, to slow them down.

And he obliged.

Needless to say, the traveller defeated him, not without a few wounds themselves, but Dottore was simply no match anymore.

He managed to find his way back to his lab, thanks to a teleporter he had built in his lab.

You mother had been keeping an eye on his expiraments for him, mostly his test subjects. Series, when she was particularly impatient, she'd remind them that they were locked up with a mad scientist and his equally mad lab assistant. (You really think she'd get with Dottore with a completely sane mind?)

But she turned seeing Dottore appear, clutching his side. It was bleeding, and quite badly. His face was pale, and getting paler by the second.

"Dottore!" She said in surprise but caught him as he stumbled towards her as if drunk. He wasn't in good shape, that was for certain.

She carefully let him use her as a crutch as she got him to a more private part of thr lab. She began to get IV full of various medications attached to him. And one of spare blood.

She waited for the pain medication to kick in before she began to patch him up.

Luckily for her, Dottore made some strong ass medicine. Unfortunately, it made it's subjects higher than a kite.

He mumbled, mostly nonsense about the traveller and how annoying they were, before he finally turned to her. "I missed you." He said.

She looked up, startled. She smiled a bit. "I missed you too." She continued to stitch him up.

He watched her carefully, and sighed a bit.

He stayed silent until she finished. He could feel himself slipping away to unconscious, his body needing to heal.

"I...." His voice was slurring. "I love you...(m/n)"

Your mother paused, turning to him. She wanted to believe what he said, so badly. But...he wasn't in the right state of mind.

"Id love to hear all about it, when you're not hooked up to Morphine." Was her simple response.

.....

Dottore woke up the next day, seeing all the medications he no longer was hooked up too. His body hurt like he had been hit by a meteorite.

He rubbed his head, and the scene from last night popped into his mind. He pursed his lips, but he didn't push the idea out of his mind, either, like he usually did.

(M/n) was special to him, he knew that much. You think he would have had a child with her (or rather, give her a choice if she wanted to have the child?) If he didn't?. But love? A strong word. But the evidence was strong.

He sighed, confused, but looked up as you walked in.

He chuckled seeing you had what appeared to be homework in your hands.

"(Y/n)....what is that you got?" He asked, sitting up a bit.

"Science." You said, pouting. "The teacher explained it funny..."

"Is that so?" He mused. "Why don't you come up here, little one?" He pat the spot next to him and you beamed at the opportunity.

Usually, your father didn't let you get so close to him. Sure, a pat on the head here, maybe even a hug on your birthday, but outright inviting you close? You weren't going to waste the opportunity.

You climbed up next to him and kept a distance, but shyly scooted closer after a moment, shocked he didn't push you away.

"Now, what is it?" He looked at you and you showed him the paper. He read it over. The paper was simply on the science of the water cycle and nature.

Sure, not a field he was known for, but he was a smart man, and in all fairness, you were only 6 so this was basic stuff to him.

He wrapped an arm around you as he explained it to you.

Your mother walked in on the scene and she stopped, stunned.

Dottore looked at her as he watched you write the summery you two had worked on together for the paper. "What?"

"Nothing...it's just..." She stammered

"Not what you expected....?" He supplied.

She nodded, hesitant.

He chuckled. "I suppose that's to be expected. Being away...it made me raise a few things about myself I had been avoiding." He said, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

He then turned to her. "Nothing I said last night was a lie."

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────●

Omg how did Dottore's get so long? I was just vibing I guess lol? It's funny, I always swore I'd hate that man yet I think I actually fell in love with him instead.

577 notes · View notes

underthenightskydreamsneverdie · 10 months

Note

Hi there! I challenge thee for a headcanon on Ominis's and Sebastian's lives with MC.

CHALLENGE ACCEPTED!

I'm going to answer this one as Sebastain x MC and Ominis x MC, fresh out of school.

Let's start with MC and Sebastian -

They decide to move in together right after school ends. Both interested in pursuing careers with the Ministry, they move to London, living in a tiny two bedroom flat surrounded by muggles. Moving in is quite the adventure, the first thing Sebastian wants to do, of course, is get down and dirty in every single room. It takes three weeks to unpack fully, Sebastian using every old school item they unpack as an excuse to pull her to the closest surface and have his way with her. The Ministry may see them as adults but he's not about to let the passion of their school years slip away.

Months pass and lives grow busy, both of them training for jobs they've dreamed about for years. The rare days they have off of work together start with lazy mornings in bed getting reacquainted with each others bodies, an activity that usually spills over into the kitchen, the way MC dances around in her underwear while she cooks too much for Sebastian to resist.

As the years pass, their jobs become more demanding, and dangerous, often leaving them in separate countries for weeks at a time, the strain on their relationship obvious to everyone they know. After many sleepless nights full of tears and fights about their future, they both decide a change is needed and MC quits her job, Sebastian promising to do the same once they have a next step decided. They reach out to old friends for support, and within a few months they each receive a letter from Headmistress Weasley (Fuck Black) asking if they would be interested in a teaching position at Hogwarts. They eagerly accept. As they pack up their lives again, those old school items having the same effect on Sebastian, they fall in love again. Their last night before returning to Hogwarts Sebastian asks MC to marry him (finally) and makes a point of calling her Mrs. Sallow in front of the other professors before they're even married.

Their wedding is held on the grounds of the school over Christmas break, a casual affair full of friends and the professors who knew all those years ago this is where the couple would end up. They buy a tiny cottage close to the school and spend their honeymoon making it a home, wrapped in each others arms.

Life as teachers suits them well, both enjoying being back at Hogwarts, this time shaping young minds. They still find ways to ‘get into trouble’, often sneaking off to the Undercroft or the restricted section of the library when they can’t contain their desires and they flirt in the hallways like when they were teenagers, calling each other Professor Sallow even when they're alone or at home. Before too long they have their first child.

MC and Ominis -

Ominis is a bit more traditional and won’t ask MC to live with him until after he is settled in a career and ready to propose. They date for many years after graduation, MC becoming a magizoologist and traveling the world, Ominis caught up in the demanding life of becoming a doctor. It isn’t until MC comes to see him after what turned out to be an extremely dangerous trip that Ominis decides it’s time to pop the question. He gets up from the sofa where he and MC are having tea, her hands shaking as she recounts her mission to rescue some exotic creature, and shuffles around in a drawer of his desk. Clearing his throat as he sits back down he reaches for her hand, placing a small wooden box in her open palm.

When MC moves into his little house with her rescued animals, Ominis is overjoyed to have her take over his space, telling her as long as he has his office and a place next to her in bed, he’s happy. After they marry he buys them a farm with lots of space for her animals and work.

Their wedding is small, neither having any family to invite, and they decide to marry in Hogsmeade Square with just their school friends as witnesses. Their six month honeymoon is spent traveling the world followed by a month at home, Ominis determined not to go back to work until she’s pregnant or ready to physically kick him out of bed for a bit of peace, whichever comes first. (He’s worse than Sebastian now that they’re married)

When MC does get pregnant, Ominis goes into Terrified Dad mode. He spends all his free time at work studying what MC is going through, and it calms him a little, but he still worries about them both. After the baby is born he goes hard into Protective Dad/Husband mode. He doesn’t let MC do anything if he can help it, always taking care of the baby, even taking an extended leave from work. At some point MC will have to talk with him, reminding him she is more than capable of taking care of at least herself. After a long night of reminding him that she can also take care of him too (wink wink), he gives in to her and goes back to work, spending the days working hard to come home to his family on time every night.

As the years pass, they have many more children, six in total. Ominis’ favorite thing in the world is listening to them play with MCs animals out in the field, or the way they shout joyously when he gets home from work or the scoff MC gives him when he holds her tight at night, jokingly whispering "we could have another one”, before ravishing her anyway.

#Lil slice of life action right there #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow headcanon #ominis gaunt headcannon #ominis x reader #sebastian sallow x reader #hogwarts legacy headcanons #ask answered

93 notes · View notes

pomplalamoose · 7 months

Note

we need some domestic headcanons for luke 😭 i absolutely LOVE you for putting out so much luke content for the faint of heart

Making as much Luke content as I can is my mission here so thanks for your ask!!!🫶🏻

I hope this is what you wanted, if not, you are always welcome to ask for something more specific <3

• despite what he wants his Padawans and others to believe, Luke likes to sleep in

• of course he can't admit to that out loud because he's trying to be a good role model

• so outwardly he puts in great effort to be the stern and responsible teacher

• you, however, know better

• while he is never even a second too late and appeares out of thin air just when he is expected, he loves slow mornings in bed

• especially with you in his arms

• he's a "ohhh just five more minutes" kinda guy but tends to really REALLY stretch that saying

• until the five more minutes quickly turn into "shit I overslept" and suddenly he's scrambling, trying to do everything at once, often forgetting to get his breakfast in the process

• he never learns his lesson either which makes it even funnier

• his students would have a blast if you told them the truth about their Master

• (even more so if they knew how he drools in his sleep)

• sometimes, after an especially hard day of training or a long excursion, he allows his Padawans a day of rest

• what they don't know is that he enjoys those more than they do

• finally he has some time to sleep as long as he wants to

• while he also likes surprising you with an extravagant breakfast in bed, he much prefers to prepare it together

• also, since we're on the topic, I think he'd be really into having brunch

• when he has scraps of time in his every day life, he does his share of household chores

• wearing an apron

• so his very nice black clothes don't get dirty

• listen, I don't know where he got it from, maybe it was lying around some day because you took it off and forgot to put it away again

• possibly it says something cheesy on the front, like "kiss the cook"

• OR even better, it has ruffles

• either way he manages to look hot in it

• something about his broad frame in tight fitting clothes, his sleeves rolled up and a big apron bow at the back makes you want to climb him like a tree

• most of the time he is a very orderly person too, keeping your shared living space tidy and clean

• except when it comes to his socks

• they're lying around everywhere

• and I mean EVERYWHERE

• at the beginning of the week, after he did the laundry on Sundays, they are neatly folded and stacked in his drawer

• once they are out, they are out though

• it's like they have a will of their own

• so when he eventually runs out of clean ones, he has to painstakingly search every last corner of every room to get them all back together

• on the plus side he's really good at building and fixing all kinds of things

• it definitely has to do with the way he grew up and he likes to do it too; it helps him get his mind off things

• I totally see him forcing one or more of his students to help him out as a form of detention

• (it's low-key fun though)

• he's like a dad in those moments, going full "hold that flashlight for me JUST like that" mode

• also he recruits them for extra credit from time to time when he's working on a special project

• of course he could also put droids to work but insists on letting his Padawans do it, because "it's an important part of their education"

• (he likes having them around)

• he often tells them fun stories while they're at it and since he is a great story teller, they always have a good time

• during the children's free time he allows himself to be more easy going with them and is totally down to play dress up or hide and seek

• occasionally he gets invited to little tea parties and picnics

• also I think he'd try to make the introduction to meditation easy and more appproachable for the little ones by making them color out mandalas

• (he likes mandalas too)

• he's horribly allergic to kiwis but doesn't know because he never encountered one before

• (and probably never will, are there kiwis in space?)

• sometimes he randomly goes missing during the day

• if that's the case there's a high chance he's off somewhere snorkeling to look at fishies

• it's very hard to get his attention then and every call falls on deaf ears

• rumor has it he does it on purpose

• when he eventually leaves the water sopping wet, with his pants clinging to him tightly, everyone forgives him easily enough though

• especially his older students like to wait out for these moments

• I kind of see that turning into an event

• he never quite understands what's going on but is delighted to see so many coming up to him

• (he understands very well but pretends he doesn't when you indignantly throw a towel and him, telling him to cover up)

#ask #luke skywalker #luke skywalker x reader #luke skywalker x you #star wars #luke star wars #star wars fanfiction #fanfic #star wars a new hope #star wars empire strikes back #star wars return of the jedi #star wars headcanons #headcanons

51 notes · View notes

gabessquishytum · 8 months

Note

🥰🥰🥰 Hob’s response to Dream being knocked up? I’m definitely open to any and all ideas (sometimes I like to leave it open to see what you come up with, you have such lovely sexy ideas), but here’s how I imagined it going:

I think according to Dream’s “Operation Baby-Trap” plan, at this stage one of two things would happen: one, he’d be able to convince Hob of his feelings the morning after and they’d begin a relationship then and there, and then when he eventually presents the positive pregnancy test he’d treat it as a lovely surprise. Or two, if Hob felt too guilty to start a relationship right away, Dream would graciously back off until he had the positive pregnancy test. He’d then tearfully explain that he wants to keep it, and wants Hob to raise it with him, relying on Hob’s sense of responsibility (and his weakness for Dream) to get him to agree. Then he’d work on wooing Hob into a relationship during the pregnancy.

This is the plan, anyway.

The problem is, Dream is so thrilled to finally be in Hob’s bed, that his plan is working, and while he’s not nearly as drunk as he’d pretended he’s still a little squiffy.

So as he’s being fucked into the mattress, he completely forgets himself and starts moaning how much he loves Hob, how much he wants Hob to breed him full, he’s going so deep inside Dream it’s sure to take, Hob is going to give him such a wonderful baby…

Even a little drunk, Hob can take a hint.

(Also, it causes him to cum harder than he’s ever done in his life)

The morning after, Hob sits Dream down in order to have a serious talk with him (with breakfast of course, he can’t help but dote on his student even now). It all comes out, Dream’s whole plan, his feelings and hopes for their future together…and goddamnit, Hob can’t help but feel flattered in spite of himself. That someone as lovely and wonderful as Dream, someone surely with a grand future ahead of him, would go so far to claim Hob for himself, to keep him in his life, and be so excited at the thought of starting a family with him? And as last night has shown, Hob is not morally upright enough to resist temptation when it’s sitting in front of him so invitingly.

So Hob has Dream dejectedly promise to never try something so sneaky and underhanded again. Then Hob suddenly picks him up and carries him back to the bedroom, saying to a now-delighted Dream that a few more rounds would help make sure he’s properly knocked up 😘

-🪽anon

Yay, thank you so much for giving us more! I absolutely LOVE these ideas (here's the first post in case anyone miss it).

I love the idea of Dream making this grand plan, and enacting it and being all sneaky... and then he literally outs himself by begging Hob to breed him. Incredible, and I can't blame him at all.

Hob is half in love already, so of course he'd let Dream get away with anything. And he's never had such a powerful sexual experience before. The way Dream’s sweet cunt clenches around him and thoroughly milks him of every drop he can give just makes him want to cum again and again and fill Dream up with his baby <3

In the morning poor Dream is convinced that Hob is going to reject him, convinced that he's completely fucked up his one chance to get Hob for himself. He nibbles on his toast and allows Hob to gently scold him, and wraps one arm around his stomach in an attempt to protect the potential life budding inside him.

But Hob ruffles his hair, and kisses him on the forehead. If they're going to try for a baby then he needs to take extra good care of Dream, right? So he tells him that if he finishes his toast and tea then they can go back to bed and make sure that he's well and truly pregnant.

After that, it's time to make some sensible decisions. Dream decides that he'll finish this year of university, and then if (fingers crossed!) he gets a positive pregnancy test, he'll take a year out from studying and return after the baby is born. Hob is more than happy with this plan, and he also arranges to move Dream out of his classes so there's no favouritism. Dream is bummed not to see his favourite professor in class anymore, but at least he gets to go home to him at the end of the day!!

Dream starts taking pregnancy tests way too early but the day he finally gets two lines is one of the best in his life so far. Its the weekend and he's just snuck out of bed early in the morning to do his daily test, and he honestly isn't expecting a positive! He does a second one just in case, and then a third... and then he's running into the bedroom and shoving the tests into Hob’s sleepy face.

Hob pulls him in and covers him in kisses, telling him what a clever boy he is, how he's going to carry their baby so perfectly, how Hob’s going to take such good care of him! Dream is very smug that his plan has worked out so well (with a few bumps in the road). He's definitely going to be telling the story of how he seduced Hob for the rest of their lives together <3

#🪽 anon #the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw pregnancy #cw teacher/student #trans dream

66 notes · View notes

box-life-hermit · 4 months

Text

A lovely person on tiktok with the username @/ goodboygutz has made a series of videos talking about various "animal coded things" that people do, and as a therian, I love this shit

So allow me to make a list of more animal coded things! There may be overlap between animals

He may have done some of these animals, or he may not have, but I just wanted to contribute <3

If anyone else wants to add things that are [insert animal] coded, go ahead!

Animals in this post: Shark, Dolphin, Crocodile/ Alligator, Bear, Kangaroo, & Spider.

Ik a spider is an insect but shhh

🦈Shark-coded things:

Getting oral fixations / a need to chew on things

This one feels kinda obvious, but you like to swim

This is very specific, but when you go swimming, you like to swim under water and then shoot up above the surface of the water (this can also be whale-coded and dolphin coded)

You're always busy and on the go

Wearing jewelry that has shark teeth on it seems like something a shark would do if it became human

Seeing how long you can hold your breath under water

Liking to wear sleeveless shirts seems kinda shark coded to me idk

Having bad vision is shark-coded to me like have you seen greenland sharks?

If you like to just make the chomping sound just to hear your teeth clink together

If you're really flexible, that's shark coded- bending like u got no bones & shit

Shark coded behaviors are like the himbo version of dolphin behavior but anyone can be a shark

Wearing those hoodies that zip up at the hood feels very shark-coded to me

🐬Dolphin-coded:

The jumping out of water thing mentioned in shark coded things

You're a stoner

Being into ballet / figure skating

If you like to eat seaweed

When you go swimming you like to go diving for things (if you've ever dropped something purposely in the bottom of the pool just to go and dive for it)

Again if, when you go swimming, you like to see all the different tricks you can do (making bubbles under water, doing flips under water, different ways to jump into the water)

If your laugh kind of sounds like "ha-a-a-a-a-a-ah" iykwim

When you get excited or happy, you just start squealing

If you like collecting seashells

Idk why, but being good at math or science seems dolphin coded to me

🐊 Crocodile/ Alligator-coded:

When you're in a body of water, if you like to just sit there and float in the water instead of actually swimming / you know how to float on your back

Wearing jean jackets seems very crocodile coded to me

Liking denim / jean material in general tbh- alligator skin clothes just feels too obvious but ig that too

Having long nails, bonus points if they're uneven

When you go to a restaurant afterward, you ask for toothpicks. Alternatively, you like cleanings at the dentist. Fr just those birds cleaning out ur silly little gator mouth

Your color metal jewelry of choice is black metal, OR wearing jewelry with that like string/ rope material

Wearing pants that have a lot of pockets / genuinely liking camo print? Alligator/ crocodile coded

You can go a really long time without blinking

Adding this for the shits and gigs: you are a Crocs wearer.

🐻 Bear-coded:

You like crocheted things

Youre a honey over sugar person (seems obvious)

Wearing any kind of ugs but especially ugs boots

You drink hot tea- bonus points if you put honey in it

Having a hammock in ur room is bear coded but its also ferret coded

People think you're intimidating at first but you're really nice

In the winter you curl up under your bed with a bunch of stuffed animals and warm blankets

Not being a morning person is bear coded imo

Liking smores but specifically liking MAKING smores

This seems kinda obvious too but if you like to go camping

When you "nap," it's over 3hrs / you are a deep sleeper. Bonus points if you snore that is suuuper bear coded.

When you're mad, your go-to thing is to just grunt or yell

If your bed has a lot of blankets on it- bonus points if theyre soft / fuzzy throw blankets

Wearing oversized hoodies / wearing those hoodie blanket things (oodies?)

Your love language is aggressive affection

You like wearing fingerless mittens

You like climbing trees (also feels a little obvious)

When you're really excited/ hyped, you jump up and down. Also, you like trampolines (feels obvious) (can be rabbit coded)

🦘Kangaroo-coded:

(Will be overlap with bunny coded things)

When you need to get somewhere in a hurry, instead of running, you might start skipping

You need to have pockets on the clothes your wearing (similar to alligator/ crocodile coded)

If someone asked you to hold a cat or puppy/ small animal, you would hold it by cradleing it like a baby

Wearing big boots? Kangaroo behavior imo

Wearing sunglasses? Idk it's kangaroo coded bc I say so 🤷🏽‍♂️

When you go out, you have a million things in your bag - you're the type of person to bring a bunch of things "just in case"

Youre the type of person to furrow your brow when you get confused / focused

🕷Spider-coded:

Not exactly that you're someone who likes WEARING crocheted things, but that you're someone who does crochet / knit (can also be bird coded)

You were into rainbow-loom as a kid

Sewing/ any type of skill like that seems super spider coded

If your bed has a million random items in it like your phone, a water bottle, airpods, ect.

Having long but even nails seems spider-coded

This seems obvious, but if you're into areal arts with silks

If you're someone who wears a lot of fishnets- fishnet tights, fishnet top, fishnet gloves

When you have a straw wrapper / when you pick off loose strings on your clothes you roll them into a ball

You're someone who likes round-shaped foods; like a rice ball, a cake pop, donut holes, cheese balls, etc.

Wearing lacey clothes feels spider-coded

Follow for more!

#animal coded behavior #therian #shark therian #kangaroo therian #dolphin therian #spider therian #bear therian #furry #autism #crocodile therian #alligator therian #therianthropy #therian type #therian things

31 notes · View notes

ssahotchnerr · 1 year

Note

Domestic Aaron Hotchner has my heart 🥰❤️

I have some hc:

-He loves his farmer's markets. Sunday mornings, you'll walk hand-in-hand with coffee/tea, a morning stroll, looking at all the fresh produce and goods.

-He loves to cook for you. If you have a favorite dish, he will absolutely learn to make it for you.

-loves reading and one of his favorite ways to spend time together is reading, with you or Jack or just the there of you (you love reading to your Hotchner boys, all snuggled with u)

-He LOVES having a hyperactive family. He loves nothing more than to enter the comfort of his home and hear the delighted squeals of his kids as they spring into his embrace.

-Drinks his coffee black, but will occasionally spurge on a seasonal drink. He prefers local cafes.

-loves pet names, he melts every time.

(Will be thinking of more hc)

AHHHH a big snuggly hotchner family 😭😭<3333

aaron's favorite part of the day is when he gets home 🥹 especially if it's been a particularly bad day :( the second his key hits the door, he can already hear all the little stampeding footsteps hurrying to greet him 😭 and before he even enters the household properly, little ones are grabbing and hugging his legs so so tightly, a chorus of some very high pitched "hi daddy! we missed you!!!!!" 's following <333

so if he wasn't in a good mood prior, those emotions are long gone now 😭 serial killers and work are the farthest thing from his mind. now he's so so smiley and excitedly greeting his babies back as he scoops everyone into his arms <333 he'll ask them how their day was, what they did at school, and everyone immediately starts talking over each other trying to share- which makes some of the littles very frustrated >:( because they can't tell their daddy about their day without being interrupted :(((((

hehe so he'll shush their loud little voices gently, reminds them to use their inside voices and take turns as they talk 🥺 so then everyone calms down a bit and smiles reappear as they tell him all about the day's activities 🥺 jack, being the best big brother, always helps calm them down too <3 and finally you come over to greet him as well <333 his face just brightens up even more at the sight of you and while everyone is still in his embrace, he gives you a kiss hello 🥰 which prompts a bunch of small ew's! but it's quickly accompanied by more laughter and your little bugs look at you with such excitement in their eyes as they tell you, again, that daddy's finally home from work <33333

and aaron's used to the hustle and bustle at work, but it's nothing compares to how it is at home, but in the best way possible !!!! hehe he loves seeing his babies so lively and chaotic (as long as everyone's being safe) and how it fills the entire home 🥹 sure it gets loud at times, but he wouldn't prefer it any other way. he can't picture life being any different 🥹 it just fills a piece in his heart he didn't even know existed until they were all born

and family cuddles!!!!!!!! after dinner, once every toy is picked up and all the dinner dishes are tucked away in the dishwasher, everyone compiles in either the big bed™ , as the littles call it, or on the couch, either reading together or watching a movie. the littles always fall asleep fairly quickly, because being a kid is hard work >:(, and ugh the sight always warms aaron's heart <3 they're either smushed onto aaron or you, deep in dreamland and the greatest sense of peace floods over him. aaron loves them, he loves knowing they're safe and protected with the two of you, and he loves you hehe <3 endlessly

222 notes · View notes

alexxncl · 11 months

Text

obey me brothers as songs i have on repeat

kinda drabbles?? some are longer than others

after writing this i realized it's WAY more angsty than i intended so...yeah

masterlist | more drabbles/hcs | dateables edition

lucifer: birthday - ten lee

did i start writing this on his birthday? no. (yes) ANYWAYS

lucifer always forgot about his birthday. his brothers were always able to get the jump on him whenever they planned surprise parties; he was always too swamped with work to notice. it was the same way in the celestial realm -- one of the brothers would ask him for help, dragging him away from his work, and they'd throw him a small party. he was never one for huge celebrations anyways.

and then, he fell.

too concerned with his brothers wellbeings, he focused even less on himself, ignored all their attempts at pulling him away from his work. growing irritated with all of the knocking and yelling from outside of his room, he opened the door, ready to scold whoever was waiting, but nobody was there. a piece of cake with a lit candle, a small note, his brothers waiting around the corner completely unnoticed by him...he took the cake and went back into his room.

and then, mc was thrust unexpectedly upon his doorstep, and he was tasked with taking care of them. the utterly insufferable intriguing human who couldn't mind their business, always bothering him, sticking their nose where it didn't belong, nearly getting themselves killed more times than he could count on both hands...

but they were never scared of him. they went out of their way to take his mind off of whatever was stressing him out, bringing him coffee or tea, making sure he ate, taking the rest of his brothers on a day trip so he could relax in silence...

the first birthday he had with mc was...eventful to say the least. they'd managed to convince the rest of the boys, even levi, to spend the night out. a night dedicated to his relaxation turned to discarded clothes, messy hair, heated kisses, hoarse voices, hushed "i love you's" and-

he'd never forget another birthday...not for as long as mc was around.

mammon: love song - nct 127

even when he was an angel, mamon always looked out for his family. he had to, he was the 2nd oldest after lucifer, and that's a big enough title to live up to.

he was always keen on noticing his brothers quirks, knowing what they needed, when they needed it, even if they were too afraid to ask. he was the first after lucifer to pick up on satan's tendencies, being able to direct satan's anger at him instead of lucifer or his younger brothers. though it didn't always turn out as planned, he still tries to look out for the people he loves.

and as mc's first man, he always has to look out for them, right? it's the least he can do.

no matter how many times they check the weather before you leave the house, they always manage to forget your umbrella when it rains.

it's just...with lucifer rushing them to get to class on time, having to make breakfast in the morning with at least 3 extra servings for beel, making sure levi and belphie actually leave their rooms today, staying bed to cuddle make out with him a little longer, sleeping through their 5th alarm-

it's exhausting. he knows this. he's always one step ahead of them. whether they're in need of a shopping spree, someone to vent to, someone to study with -- which they both know never ends up happening -- he's always there. he has to be. he can't lose them again, he'd do anything to keep them safe. his mc.

so if that means carrying an extra umbrella on days he knows it's going to rain, staying back late when they have club meetings so they can walk together, reluctantly not skipping student council meetings -- he'll be there. he always will.

he'd do anything for them, big or small. he loves them too much to give anything less than all of him.

levi: lovin' me - fifty fifty

levi's never been too confident in his ability to find a friend, let alone a romantic partner. having mc fall into his life wasn't something he expected to impact him, but he's glad they showed up when they did.

regardless of the spa days with asmo, the pep talks from mammon and lucifer, the somewhat shared interests in reading with satan, it was hard for him to say he felt truly loved by those around him...at least, unconditionally.

he knew they loved him, whatever that means, but did they always? their digs about him being a loser, a shut in, they only reinforced what he hated about himself. even if they were playful jabs, even if they didn't mean to hurt him, they still did.

mc was never like that. mc never talked down on him, not even in a joking manner. they learned about his interests, were just as excited, if not more excited, when he'd barge into their room to gush abiut the latest episode of whatever anime he's watching or the newest figurine that he just had to get his hands on. they understood that his envy manifested in his hyperfixations, the need to have everything first, limited edition this, once in a lifetime that, and they didn’t shame him for it.

they loved him, unconditionally. when he'd be holed up in his room and too anxious and overwhelmed to go to school. when he had trouble seeing himself as someone of value. when he needed someone to hug him after getting lectured for the millionth time over something he couldn't control.

he loved them, was in love with every part of them.

satan: mi casa su casa - omar rudberg

they all were scared of him after the fall. i mean, he thought he didn't give them any reason to think otherwise. might as well act on the emotion he knows best, right?

until he found books, though, he'd never admit that it was due to lucifer's urging. he could easily forget about his emotions, the way he didn't fit in with the rest of them, drowning in whatever fictional universe the books in front of him had to offer.

until he eventually did start to fit in.

he never stopped reading, though. it brought out the best in him. it made him different. his brothers knew not to disturb him while he read if they didn't want the closest object near him thrown at them.

mc was very...interesting. they didn't fear him like his brothers did, even after knowing him for only a few days, and their curiosity about the world around them rivaled that of his own. they asked about what he was reading, asked for recommendations for themselves, wormed their way into his personal space.

he has a designated corner for them to read, a brand new, plush chair, all of his favorite books stacked on a table nearby. mc even started showing him some of their favorites, pages tattered and worn from how many times they've been read.

he'll recommend more...mature books on purpose, just to see their eyes widen, revelling in the way their breath catches in their throat, eyes trained on the way their fingers glide along the pages as they read. they know he's.

they know he's staring...he always is. but they won't act on it until he does.

he'll never admit it out loud, but he's glad they've found a home with him.

asmo: is it a crime - no guidnce

even in the celestial realm, asmo always had a fascination with the thrill of a one night stand. he loved making people feel good, sneaking down to the human realm to let go of whatever pent up emotions being the jewel of the heavens pushed onto him.

after the fall, there was no guilt in indulging in his desires, but there was still a need to please, to feel wanted. he knew his brothers loved him, yes, but they didn't love him in the way a lover would...they couldn't.

he'd been around, he was the avatar of lust after all, and he'd mask his longing for love and acceptance with parties and sex and-

mc? they're gorgeous, almost as beautiful as he is. he wanted to get to know them, genuinely. yes, he was a flirt, but he wound up caring deeply about the human that showed him nothing but care and affection and-

was this love? it couldn't be. he was the avatar of lust, he couldn't let himself get caught up -- regardless of how bad he wanted to -- it would ruin his reputation, everything he'd worked so hard to build.

but their lips were so soft, their eyes were so pretty. he adored the way they smiled at him, the way they came to him before anyone else when they were struggling, how he was able to slowly open up to them about his struggles. they understood that he couldn't just be with them, that he had no control over when or where his sin decided to take over, and they didn't judge him for it.

was it so bad that he was falling for a human? was it so bad that he wanted them to love him the way he loved them? he damn sure didn't think so.

beel: more than words - p1harmony

he's always been protective, you know? he was never overly aggressive, just...persistent. his family was important to him, he'd do anything to make sure they were safe. losing rank in the celestial realm, falling from grace for his baby sister.

his figure, his insatiable hunger, that's all he's known for in rhe devildom, right? he could deal with that. as long as he could still protect his brothers.

he could take a little bit of objectification or harassment from other demons. he could handle some scolding from his brothers if he accidentally ate their food, or if he came back too late after a post-game party.

he had to protect mc, too. they were nice. they loved his brothers as much as he did. hell, they forgave belphie quicker than he did after...

he wasn't exactly...vocal with the way he showed his affection with mc. unexpected hugs, forehead kisses, serving them more food during dinner and giving them food off of his plate in case they were extra hungry. mc found themselves adopting his mannerisms, being more physically affectionate with him the closer they got.

he'd take mc out if they got good grades, or if they just needed a pick-me-up -- he loved sharing the things he loved with the people he loved. mc would take him out if he did well during his fangol matches -- spoiler alert, he always did well -- just to see his face light up when they got close to one of his favorite restaurants.

beel would always make sure mc felt safe around them, he felt like he needed to protect them.

the moment he realized his love for them...when they were willing to give up everything for him in the reapers cave. their life was so much shorter and so much more fragile than his, but they still-

he'd do anything, anything to show how mich he loved them.

belphie: numb - cix

belphie isn't that shaken up by the fall...not anymore at least. especially since he can sleep his guilt away.

being the avatar of sloth has its perks. being able to control and manipulate the dreams of his friends and family, making sure they don’t have any nightmares.

the downside, though...he gets the nightmares. no matter how often he sleeps during the day to avoid them, the nightmares still plague his thoughts. he became numb to it after the centuries upon centuries of taking and replacing and remodeling and-

then mc came to the devildom, and the nightmares got worse. if his brothers dreams were bad, his were 10 times worse. he pushed his emotions aside, he needed the human out, he couldn't take it anymore...

he felt nothing, no remorse.

then, the regret set in.

if they could just leave him alone for one second, if he could just be alone with his thoughts, if he could forget. forget his guilt, forget his trauma, forget the way he felt about them despite hurting them past the point of forgiveness.

why did they care about him? why did he let them hold him as he cried in the middle of the night, telling him it wasn't his fault, that he was allowed to feel, that he mattered to them, that it was ok for him to shut down if he needed to.

he didn't feel numb anymore.

#obey me nightbringer #obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me belphie #obey me hcs #obey me rambles #obey me drabbles #obey me brothers #obey me angst #obey me fluff

55 notes · View notes

annab-nana · 1 year

Note

“You would make the perfect father/mother.” with eddie please

omg yes please! here you go babe :)

warnings: eddie being so cute with kids and just overall endearing, not proofread

❀ masterlist ❀

"you're cancelling on me, aren't you?" he guessed when he saw your face as you walked up to his locker sadly first thing in the morning.

you nodded. "not because i want to. mrs. kim called and asked if i could keep sarah and theo for the weekend. her husband was doing better for a little bit, but he took a decline this morning and the hospital here can only do so much. they're moving him to indianapolis right now. if it wasn't so urgent, i wouldn't, but she doesn't have anyone else," you explained with a sigh.

eddie understood, but he couldn't say he wasn't bummed. "don't worry about it. we can reschedule."

you leaned back against the lockers. "i know. i just hate that we can't go on our fun weekend trip anymore." you and eddie were growing tired of hawkins so you two were going to venture outside of it before the weekend. there really were no plans other than to get out, but still, you were excited for the change of scenery.

"yeah, but we can still have fun though. i can grab some movies that we can watch after the kids go to sleep. we'll just have to be quiet," eddie offered.

"i don't know if you've ever taken care of an eight-month-old and a four-year-old for an extended period of time, but when they go to bed, so do i. they're tiny, but exhausting."

"oh," eddie stopped for a moment to think, "well, i've never been around little kids since i was one, but maybe i could help. it could be fun and we'd still get to spend the weekend together."

"you want to?" you didn't think kids were eddie's thing, but as you'd learned from him time and time again, the boy was full of surprises.

"yeah, why not?" you lunged yourself at eddie and wrapped your arms around him. he was caught off guard but held on to make sure you didn't fall.

"have i ever told you how much i love you?" you asked when you pulled away to look at him.

he shrugged. "you may have mentioned it once or twice."

you had theo in the kitchen on your hip as you made his bedtime bottle, shaking it in your hand as the tuckered-out eight-month-old rested his little head on your shoulder. you sat your head atop his teeny one and walked with him to the nursery while still shaking up his bottle in your other hand. "i know, theo. i'm tired too."

taking a seat in the rocking chair, you situated theo so that he could drink comfortably and let him hold the bottle in his own hands like he liked to do. he eyed you curiously as he sipped on the bottle before you watched the poor boy's eyes grow heavy. his grip on the bottle started to become weaker so you swooped in and grabbed it before it could hit the floor. with a little continuous rocking and soft humming, theo was out. you quietly placed him in his crib and shut the door as softly as you could.

on your way back to the kitchen, you stopped when you heard eddie's voice coming from sarah's room. the girl had been glued to him the entire day ever since you introduced her to him and told her he was your boyfriend. at the beginning, she asked eddie nonstop questions about you, wanting to see what you were like outside of when you babysat them. she loved love stories so she wanted to know yours and eddie's so the boy shared all the pg stuff. sarah had eddie wrapped around her little finger and she knew it, using it to her advantage as she did now.

normally, you only read one book to her, but when you peeked into her room, you could tell based on the two books that sat to the side that they were on book three. he still wore the tiara she'd put on his head earlier for a princess tea party and eddie wore it proudly. he sat on her bed with an arm around her as she laid back against his chest. you could see her eyes were closed, but eddie continued to read the book in his animated dungeon master voice which was perfect for the fairytale he was reading.

you watched on as he finished the story, placed the book to the side, and very carefully moved so he didn't wake her up. he didn't notice you standing by the doorway until you spoke when he approached it. "you would make the perfect father, you know?"

"pretty good for a first-timer?" he whispered while shutting the door gently behind him.

"very good for a first-timer," you responded with a weary grin, "you tired yet?"

"exhausted," he shared, chuckling lightly. "but i had fun."

"thanks for helping me," you said, voice sweet and soft as you wrapped your arms around his waist and pressed your face into his chest. "i really appreciate it."

"anything for you, princess," he mumbled before pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

you giggled into the comfortable material of his t-shirt. "i think you are actually the princess with your gold tiara on and all."

"it doesn't match my other jewelry, but it'll have to do," he complained sarcastically just to get you to smile.

"you should feel honored. that one is her favorite."

eddie took off the tiara and examined it. "sarah has good taste. i must protect this with my life."

you rolled your eyes playfully at the boy and pulled him in the direction of the guest bedroom. "come on, silly boy. this princess is tired."

eddie pulled you back to him and kissed you passionately for a minute before breaking away, his eyes dancing between your own in admiration. "my sleeping beauty."

"my charming prince."

remember to support writers & reblog :)

turn on notifications for @annab-library to be notified when i post something new!

#stranger things sleepover #stranger things #eddie munson #blurbs #eddie munson blurbs #eddie munson x reader #anon #❀ nonnie ❀

274 notes · View notes

areyoudoingthis · 7 months

Text

Some days he feels like he never woke up from the dream where magic was real and Stede was a mermaid. Not because this -their relationship, their life together- doesn't feel real, because it does, it feels real like the breeze on his face and the ground beneath his boots and the immensity of the sky above him, but because he never knew any of what he's experienced with Stede over the past few weeks was possible. In his wildest fantasies, maybe, he dreamed of sweet tea and fine fabrics, the warmth of good brandy sliding down his throat while the fire kept his feet cozy and Stede's voice spread like wildfire through his chest. But his imagination failed him so completely when it comes to Stede Bonnet. - Stede takes Ed dancing.

They're having dinner together at a lovely eatery Stede found during their most recent supply run, a place with some pretty decent seafood and a great atmosphere. It's date night again, a new tradition Stede introduced two days into their relationship. It never falls on the same day twice, not with their unpredictable lifestyle, but he's been committed to finding time for them to spend alone together doing something special at least once a week ever since they found each other again, and he's never missed a single one so far. It does something to Ed's insides to know Stede is so determined to spend time with him, romantic time, relationship building time. Candlelit dinners and picnics under the sky and dressing up for each other and all the pageantry they could want.

He thinks maybe he should have known their life together would be like this, full of warmth and good food and happiness. It was impossible to believe in at one point, even when he wanted it with every atom in his body. But of course Stede would want to come up with fancy elaborate ritual after fancy elaborate ritual for them to share, that's who he is. And Ed's discovering maybe that's who he is, too.

Their days together go like this: they have breakfast together every morning (unless there's an emergency with the crew, and there's a fair bit if those aboard the Revenge), work on fixing what still needs repairing around the ship, go on raids that Ed mostly ignores, hang out with the crew, have story time where Stede does the voices again to everyone's delight. All of that is already entirely unfamiliar to him. Even during their first run on the Revenge, in what he thinks of as the Before Times, he wasn't allowed to take things slow, to sit out raids, to stay behind helping with meals or fishing or tending to things instead of being expected to destroy them.

There are also all the little glowing moments he and Stede spend together throughout their day. Lazy mornings in bed, meals just for the two of them, a few moments here and there to catch up with each other. The nights are his favorite, when he's tired from a job well done and sleepy and warm in their bed, still feeling a little vulnerable from everything he's been through and is still going through, and Stede makes them a cup of tea and then tucks him in safely, his warm and solid body wrapped around Ed like a blanket, making him feel like maybe nothing will ever hurt him again.

And in between all that they talk, and talk and talk. They learn each other's life stories. Ed finds out about Louis and Alma, about Mary's new husband and how good he is to them, how much Stede misses his kids but doesn't regret his decision, because this is the life he wants to live, the man he wants to be. And Ed offers the memory of his Mum in return, tells Stede about the one other person in his life who ever showed him how to be soft. Stede holds him while he cries and covers his skin in tender kisses until he feels okay, less like he's tied to a rock and drowning all over again.

He learns about Stede's favorite books (adventure novels most of them), his favorite color (purple), his music tastes (he needs to get out more), and when Stede brings him a whole entire harpsichord back from a raid to replace the organ that went overboard, Ed plays for him when he's in the mood, and Stede watches him with a besotted expression every time.

And then there are the dates. Sometimes they happen on the ship, in front of the fireplace in their cabin, on deck under the moonlight. But whenever they make landfall, Stede makes sure there's enough time left after the business of unloading loot and purchasing supplies to take Ed somewhere nice he sought out for that specific purpose and spoil him rotten. Beautiful sights, good food, great music, Stede pulls out all the stops.

Ed supposes, in a world where a man can turn into a seagull, magic might be a little real after all.

Tonight, a small band is playing, the patrons are clearly enjoying themselves, animated chatters fills the air around them and some people are dancing in a small cluster near the band. Ed's stomach is full of good food, Stede is regaling him with a story of his adventures on their most recent raid, and Ed's entire being feels at peace. This, also, is absolutely new. Sometimes he doesn't know what the fuck to do with this feeling, it turns sharp edged in his own mind, terrifying in its novelty. He thinks maybe he's not afraid of it, he's afraid that it won't last. Or maybe that it will, he doesn't fucking now.

But right now the fear can't reach him - Stede is the torch in the dark that keeps it at bay. He laughs when Stede describes in vivid detail the way he and Frenchie teamed up to send a couple of bratty merchants scattering in fear. He will never tire of the way Stede enjoys the world, finding adventure and daring wherever he goes. He has equal amounts of fun taking over ships as he does coming up with new voices for story time to entertain the crew. And Ed loves him, loves everything about him, too, loves being near him and breathing the same air and holding his hand and kissing him and he wants to spend the rest of his days doing this.

Stede finishes his story and smiles coyly at him, and Ed immediately knows he's going to say yes to whatever comes out of his mouth next, and he's going to love doing it.

"Would you like to dance, darling?"

Warmth sweeps through his body like a tidal wave, and he gets up and pushes his chair away from the table without hesitation. No one's ever asked him to dance before. He can't wait to be in Stede's arms again.

It turns out dancing is, in fact, a fucking wonderful excuse to be held closely. Stede places a hand securely on his waist, tangles the fingers of the other one with Ed's, pulls him tight against his body, and they sway in place among the other couples, just two men in love with each other enjoying their night out. Ed would crawl inside Stede's chest and make his home there if he could, safe and warm forever next to Stede's heart.

He wonders, as Stede guides their bodies together to the music, if he will ever get used to this, to Stede being a permanent presence in his life, to being someone who is cared about so thoroughly, cherished in countless, infinite ways from the second he opens his eyes and finds himself alive to enjoy another day to the moment he shuts them to go to sleep. Wonders if he will ever stop feeling like the world is spinning and spinning around him, like he's just a small sloop caught in a storm, like some day he'll be overcome by the vertigo and go overboard like a deckhand with three days experience on the job.

He feels oddly overwhelmed, like his own heart is a few sizes too big and is rapidly filling up with water, like every nerve ending is alive and on fire and the world is just too much -too loud, too bright, his own skin too tight.

Stede gives him a peck on the lips and Ed's knees go a little weak, his weight shifts more heavily onto Stede as his legs fail to hold him upright. Stede catches him without effort, the hand on his waist curling around his back to press him even closer. Ed feels like he can't breathe, like his entire body is overheating, like he's too full of sentiment and it's all gonna spill out of him any minute in some catastrophic way.

"Can we go back to the ship, babe?" he asks. Whatever's going on with him, he'd rather not do it in public. He feels scarily close to falling apart just from a little bit of dancing.

"Of course, love." Ed wonders if he will cry in front of all these strangers.

The trip back to the ship gives him time to settle down somewhat. Stede holds his hand all the way to the dinghy, and he only lets go so he can row them back to the Revenge. He chats the whole time as the strong muscles of his arms bring them home, and the constant sound of his voice mixed with the oars hitting the water grounds Ed back into his own body. He doesn't remember much of what Stede says afterwards, but he doesn't think Stede minds, gets the feeling that the talking was more for Ed's sake than his. He takes in deep lungfuls of ocean air once they're back on deck, the familiar salty smell cleansing his head and slowing down his heartbeat.

By the time they're back in their cabin he feels almost normal again. Almost. And then Stede cups his cheek in the palm of his hand, tangles his fingers through his hair, scratches his fingernails over his scalp, grips the back of his neck and strokes it with his thumb, and all the previous weakness rushes back into Ed's knees.

"Take me to bed, please?" he asks, voice small and coming out of him like his throat is full of glass. Are those tears running down his face? What the fuck is going on with him tonight.

Stede hugs him, just holds him tenderly in his arms for a few moments, and then he does as Ed asked and pulls him by their joined hands towards their bed.

Once he's lying down on the silky sheets, Ed feels a lot less worried about falling apart and a lot more concerned with getting his hands on Stede. He reaches for the waistband of his pants, untucks his shirt to touch hot skin, tugs on it a little impatiently and whines when it gets stuck on Stede's arms.

"Take this off." He's inordinately pissed at the fancy bit of fabric. Stede chuckles but does as he asks.

"Bit impatient today, are we?"

"Don't fucking trifle with me, Stede. I need to feel you. I'll fucking die if I don't."

"Now that would be a terrible tragedy, wouldn't it, darling? I would never deprive you like that." He just says shit like that all the time, like it's nothing, like it doesn't make Ed's brain feel like mush every time he hears it.

The sex isn't new, okay. He's had sex before in his life, as much of it as he could, actually. Sex is nice, it feels good, he likes that. But the hunger that eats at his bones every time he's near Stede like this is a complete fucking discovery. He doesn't understand exactly where it comes from, just that if he doesn't start touching him soon he will float away and disappear into the sky.

Stede discards his shirt on the floor and lifts Ed off the bed so he can take his off, as well. The leagues and leagues of their skin that are now in contact make him feel a bit less starved. He spreads his legs open to make space for Stede between them, drags his hands up and down Stede's strong back, digs his fingernails down in the way he knows Stede likes to hear him whimper.

"Hmm, always so lovely," is the response he gets. Again with the saying that shit like it's nothing.

Stede brushes his hair aside and kisses his neck, sucks tender skin between his lips and then soothes it with his tongue. Ed bites down on his shoulder with a gasp.

"You're a needy little thing tonight, aren't you?"

Ed almost cries. He wants to say yes, please, anything. He feels cracked open, made of want and need and desperate and absolutely not above begging.

"Please, please touch me, get your fucking hands on me, please."

Stede holds himself on his elbows above him, still so fucking calm and level-headed when Ed feels like his heart is a wild creature and his mind is about to run away from him, taking his sanity with it for good, bye bye.

"Anything you want, love. Especially when you ask so nicely." And there goes Ed's sanity after all.

He undoes the buttons of Ed's pants and pushes them down his hips, then sits up in bed to slide them all the way off. The drag of fabric against his skin feels so good, and his cock jumps when Stede's pants join his on the floor quickly afterwards and he's bare in front of him.

Ed's a little bit delirious by now, hard as a rock and leaking precome, and Stede's dick is so pretty, hanging heavy against his stomach, all pink and red and framed by all that curly blond hair that Ed wants to runs his hands through.

He blinks up at Stede from underneath his eyelashes, makes his eyes as wide as he can, and it works as it always does. Ed knows the power of that look, okay, and he's not ashamed to use it to his advantage. He's delighted by the results he gets when Stede braces himself above Ed and takes his cock in hand, tugs on it a couple of times, like he has all the time in the world.

"Was it the dancing, darling?" he asks. "If I'd know my skill as a dancer would work on you this well, I may have tried it sooner."

"Shut the fuck up." The absolute gall on that man. There's no bite to his words, though, even when his whole face and chest have turned red.

Stede laughs and kisses him, tightening the hand around his cock and moving it up and down in earnest now. He spreads the precome gathering on the tip over his shaft to smooth his movements, creates the most delicious friction. His hands are a blend of softness and hardening callouses, and Ed loves them so much, loves the way they feel on him and all the things they create.

He holds onto Stede like he's a life raft, hot breaths passing into his mouth and nails biting into his arms. The sensation of Stede's hand on his feverish skin is so much it's almost unbearable. He's dying for more.

He needs to touch him, needs to feel him pulse in his hand to know that this is real, that Stede is just as into this as he is, that he's not the only one who craves him so much every second of every day. So he reaches out for Stede's cock, and an odd calm settles over him when they're fully joined like this. Stede's hand on his dick, his tongue inside Ed's mouth, his cock heavy and lovely in Ed's palm. He's floating in calm waters again, safe and warm and loved.

"Hnng," is Stede's response.

Ed is infinitely pleased by the sound. He strokes him the way he knows Stede likes, fast and a little too tight, swipes his thumb over the head, fumbles for the oil on the windowsill with one hand and nearly spills the whole bottle on himself trying to open it without looking. Stede giggles and helps him pour some on their palms, and soon both of their hands are back on the other's cock, the slide smooth and absolutely divine now.

"Ah- darling, yes! Faster, please." This is what he wanted. He loves how loud Stede is during sex, how obviously and candidly into it he is. He makes love like he does everything else, all in without reservations.

And Ed knows he's not a whim to him, if he ever was. Not when Stede worships his body like this, takes care of his heart, tends to his soul. He feels dampness on his face and realizes he's still crying -Edward Teach crying during sex, what a fucking marvel. Stede kisses the tears from his cheeks, presses his lips delicately over his eyes, all while his hand is still making him see stars.

Ed rolls his hips up into Stede's fist, hooks a leg around his thigh, needy and unafraid to show it. He wants Stede to take him apart just like this, to brand his hands on Ed's skin so he knows where he belongs and he can never forget. He pulls Stede down to kiss him hungrily, all tongue and gasping breaths as he pours the desperation he feels into his mouth.

He feels his orgasm building from the roots of his hair, crashing over him like a wave in a storm. He will never drown while Stede is pressed against him like this, though, this is where he's safest. He buries a broken whine into Stede's skin as he comes, holds on for dear life as Stede keeps rocking into his hand, until he spills all over Ed's stomach with a moan of his name. Ed feels so lovely like this, covered in both of them, in the evidence of the joy and pleasure they bring each other. He wants to live in this moment forever.

Stede rests his weight more heavily onto him, and Ed feels so relaxed and secure he would never leave this bed and the embrace of Stede's arms if it was up to him.

He clings to Stede, winds every limb around him to keep him from getting up. He knows Stede will want to take care of him, clean up the sticky mess so they can get ready for sleep. "Don't go yet," he pleads.

"I'm not going anywhere, darling. Let me just-" he reaches down, plucks his shirt from the floor and wipes them both down with it as best he can. How he knew that if he went even an inch away from him Ed might shatter on the spot, he doesn't know. He understands him in ways Ed doesn't understand himself yet.

He lets Stede maneuver him around once he's thrown the shirt back onto the floor, settles contentedly on his chest and lets Stede wrap him in a soft blanket. He rests his head against Stede's heart, hair fanning all around him and tickling Stede's chin. Stede plants a kiss on his head, smooths down his hair and combs his fingers through it.

"I love you so much, Stede," he whispers it like a secret, just for Stede's ears.

"I love you, too, darling. To the moon and back."

Ed doesn't remember falling asleep.

#blackbonnet #gentlebeard #ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd spoilers #my fic #hey this is so soft i cried #last one before the next two episodes!

23 notes · View notes

lullabyes22-blog · 2 months

Text

Snippet - Grief - Forward but Never Forget/XOXO

A half remembered promise broken...

Forward but Never Forget/XOXO

Snippet:

It was only afterward, when dawn's light slanted through the shutters, that the tears came.

"Fuck." Sevika's breath jittered. "Not again."

Silco said nothing. Just held her, awkwardly, as the sobs began. By now, he understood. She wasn't crying for him. Wasn't even crying for herself. It was an ache so far down, words couldn't give it shape. The best he could do was listen.

He'd learned how, with Nandi.

"I'm sorry," Sevika breathed. "This was a shit idea."

"You think so?"

"Fuck, no."

She fitted herself against the sinewy curvature of his body. Watery sunrays slid across the bedspread, nearly touching their twined legs. His fingertips traced the smooth dip above her hipbone. She had none of her sister's softness. But she had her strength. Silco liked strong bodies: the muscles, the scars. Proof of a lifetime's work, and the toll it takes.

Sevika's was young in those days. But the marks were already indelible. There’d be many more before the end.

And he'd be the cause of most.

"I miss her," she said. "I miss her, and she'd hate it."

"Hate what?"

"Seeing me like this." She wiped her webbed lashes. "Seeing me with you."

"She's past seeing." He felt a tremor, and circled her close. "What? It’s true."

"It’s not, Sil. The dead, they're always with us." Her head tipped back, eyes on the ceiling. "Sometimes, I hear her footsteps in the kitchen. I'll be in bed, just waking up. Still rubbing the grit from my eyes. And she'll come floating in, with that glide of hers, holding a cup of tea." Her throat worked. "That's what she’d make me every morning: a cup of tea. She'd put it on the bedside table, nudge me awake, and then go off to the Temple. And I'd lay there, listening to her footsteps in the hall. Waiting for the door to shut, so I could sneak a smoke with the window cracked."

"She knew you smoked in here?"

"She was deaf, not blind. But she let me do it. Said it kept the bugs out." She exhaled a too-wet laugh. "Now the whole place is crawling with roaches. There's stacks of dishes in the sink. Dust on everything. Nothing in the pantry. It's a shithole, and I can't stand to sleep here alone. But… I don’t want to move anywhere else, either. I always thought we'd grow old here. We'd die together. In this flat. On this bed."

"Like invalids?"

"Like sisters." She lay a palm against his chest, learning the cadence of his heart. "You’ve never had any, have you?"

"No." Silco was quiet a moment. "Just brothers."

"Vander."

"Before. Long ago." His fingertips stroked, lightly, up the vertebra of her spine. "I barely remember anymore. Except for the dirt. The hunger. The cold. I never gave a damn about dying in a bed. All I wanted was not to die at all."

"You haven't changed much."

His palm found the nape of her neck, and rested there. "I’ve no plans to."

"Hope so." She smiled, crescent-shaped, against the damp crook of his neck. "Hope you’ll always stay the same hard-driving bastard from the mines. With a bergamot in his pocket and a big speech for everything." Her eyes met his, darkly sheened. "Don't change, Sil."

"If death's the alternative, I'll do my best." He cupped her chin. "What about you?"

"Same." She bit the hollow of his palm. "Just a good-time girl from Oldtown. No money, but a mean right hook."

"Meanest in the Lanes."

"It's all my old man left me." Her eyes slid to the window. Daylight was cutting through the slats: the night was slipping away. "He was a piece of shit. Not always, mind. When Amma was alive, he was decent. Couldn't help himself. She was like Nandi, you see. Soft. Shining. Brought out the best in everybody."

"He loved her?"

"More than life. That was his endearment for her. Jaan. It's from the old country. Means life. He'd sit there at the fighting pits, the big brute, with bloody knuckles and a split lip. But the minute she floated into the stands, he'd be all mush. Like a little kid. You should've seen him." Her laugh vibrated against Silco's skin. "She spoke the language of the mystics. Same as Nandi. When she'd go to the Temple, he'd wait outside on the steps. All respectful, like a foot soldier. When she came out, he'd have little gifts for her from the market. Offerings, almost. Jasmine buds to braid into her hair. Cheap stone rings. Little sachets of perfumed incense. Sometimes, a book, so she could read to him. Her folk were lettered. She had a calligrapher's hand, and a scholar's fluency. Evenings, she'd teach us all: me, Rohan, Nandi. My old man, too. He couldn't pen more than his name, but he'd hang on her every word. Like the rest of us did. It's what she deserved." Sevika shut her eyes. "Then she died birthing Raakesh. And everything decent in my old man died too."

Silco thought of Mother, and her slow unspooling into madness after Daddy's drowning.

"Grief does that," he murmured. "It finds the cracks—and splits them wide." His palm smoothed a soothing path: her shoulderblades, her spine, the small of her back. "You were young when your father turned."

"Old enough to remember the difference." She nestled closer, her knees curling. "You couldn't unsee it. Nobody could. It was like an open wound. It bled all over. He bled all over too. With his brawls, and his bottles, and his fists. In the streets, he'd take it out on whoever crossed his path. At home, he'd take it out on us. Me and Nandi. Rohan. Sometimes even Raakesh, and he wasn't more than a tot." Her jaw gritted. "That was the worst. Seeing the fear in his eyes when our old man shambled home. The same eyes Amma had. She passed 'em down to all her children—and he couldn't look at them without losing his mind. Every day, we were a reminder of who was missing. A slap in the face. So he'd dish one out in kind."

"Nandi protected you."

"In more ways than I can count."

"And now, you're trying to do the same."

"Huh?"

Silco's thumb found the notch of her chin, and tipped her head up. Her eyes were a bloodshot well. "You think I'm on a self-destructive tear. Same as your father."

Her lips parted, quivering. Then: a sigh. "I know what grief does, too. Especially when it's not just grief."

"Meaning?"

"I told you. There's too much rage in you, and no place to put it." She lay her palm over his heart. "Nandi knew. She could tell right off. She tried to keep the worst of it at bay. She'd soothe you, and talk to you, and hold you. That was her gift, seeing into the hearts of people. Knowing what they needed. But her gift couldn't fix this. Couldn't fix you. She could only stanch the bleeding." Her fingers curled, as if capturing his heartbeat. "Now she's gone. And you've got nothing to hold you back. No one."

Silco said nothing. He only took her hand, and held it.

"I know," Sevika goes on, "what everyone says. How she was better than me, and all the rest. The good one. The pretty one. The patient one. But that didn't get her anywhere, did it? I'm the one still here."

"So you are."

"You are too." She blinked hard. But a tear slipped loose against her will. "You're all that's left. Of her. Of any of it."

His thumb traced the teardrop's path. "You've got it backwards, love."

"No. It's true. You're more like her than I'll ever be. You both had that specialness, that—I don't know. That grace. Like you were from a different world. Like you could change ours, with just a whisper. Vander's got it too. Only his burns bright as the sun. Yours… it's something else. Something down deep." Her lips were dry. They caught against his, like the words. "Don't lose it, Sil."

He gave her nape a firm squeeze. "I won't if you won't."

"I'm serious. When we take the fight Uppside, you've got to keep it wired. Don't go off the rails." She gripped him fiercely. "I'm no good with words, but I've got two fists. They're yours, as long as you don’t lose your head." Her voice cracked. "Don’t lose it. Promise me."

#arcane #arcane league of legends #silco #arcane silco #forward (never forget)/xoxo #forward but never forget/xoxo #nandi #arcane zaun #arcane piltover #sevilco #silco x sevika

43 notes · View notes