#Also I don't want to hear any 'wait until it's out yet before you dare to have an opinion!' condescending remarks. nobody is saying that to

[madhatterbri]

Always | D.P.

Summary: can you please write an Damian Priest X Fem Reader Story where Reader and him are best friends, (Reader is around Rhea's Age) and reader is also an Wrestler on the RAW Brand. Damian got tickets to see reader favorite band in town (something metal of course) and asks her to join him for the concert, which she accepts, when Damian wanna pick reader up that evening Damian is too stunned by the way she got dressed (all sexy and seductive). At the concert while jamming to the songs he lays his hands on her hips and she pulls him towards her lips and kiss him.

Requested by: Anonymous

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"Killswitch Engage?" She asked with a huge grin on her face. Her eyes could see the tickets in Damian's phone, but she couldn't believe he had spent all that money on her. "You want me to go with you to see Killswitch Engage?"

Damian smiled at her reaction. The younger woman was over the moon about this. He had it all planned out. They would go to the concert and board the plane for their next RAW show. No one would miss work. She couldn't afford to miss work now that she had the women's championship belt.

"Think of it as a gift for your accomplishment this year," he smiled.

She returned his phone to him. The two wrestlers embraced. "You are the best, D."

"I've been told that a couple of times. I'll pick you up around 7, alright?"

"It's a date," she answered. Her cheeks burned as she walked away. It wasn't a date. She told herself so many times that nothing would ever happen between them.

He laughed yet stared as she walked away. "Yeah, it's a date."

With any luck, it would certainly turn into one.

The night of the concert, Damian drove to her house at the agreed upon time. He wore a Killswitch Engage shirt and black pants. The archer of infamy leaned against the car as he waited. He texted her that he was waiting outside. Nothing could have prepared him for when he saw her.

She wore a black choker with metal studs. Matching bracelets clung to her wrists. A Killswitch Engage shirt that was torn on the sides gripped her curves just right. A belt that matched her choker and bracelet held her pants to her. Her entire outfit was complemented by black boots.

"Is it bad?" She asked sheepishly. "I can change if you think so."

Damian shook his head. He never even realized that she was walking to him. It was like she stopped time. "Don't think for a second that you look awful. You look.... amazing."

Her cheeks burned again as she whispered a thank you.

The car ride to the stadium was filled with excitement. The car's speakers played Killswitch Engage songs that they hoped the band would play live before them. She thanked him again for getting the tickets and driving them there.

"Of course, it's a date, remember?" He winked at her. She smiled at him and looked out the window.

They walked inside the busy stadium. He splurged and bought them floor passes. Ever the protective one, he stood behind her to make sure no idiots would hurt her. The audience nearly blew the roof down when the band walked on stage.

Killswitch Engage played a couple of songs before playing her all-time favorite. The song was called Always. It was a simple song that always had such a hold on her. She didn't dare play the song in the car. There was no way that Damian could hear this song.

Despite the noise of the crowd, she heard him singing the song. This wasn't unusual, except for the fact that he seemed to be singing it to her. His lips close to her ears. For the first time that night, his hands were on her hips.

"I am with you always, from the darkness of night until the morning,"

He had always been there for her. The veteran took her under his wing and was there for her darkest times. When all hope felt lost that she would never get a title reign, he was there. Even while she is championship, he always stepped up.

Feeling brave, she turned around to look at him. Their eyes locked together. He stopped singing. The world around them melted away into a blur of colors. They were no longer in a concert full of Killswitch Engage fans. They were alone.

She ran her hand up his chest and behind his back.

"Damian," she breathed. Her eyes lowered to his lips. She stood on her toes as she guided him towards her face. Their lips locked in a kiss. She wrapped her other hand around the back of his neck. This is how she wanted their newfound relationship to be.

Always.

[purinfelix]

I didn’t see anything on your requests about not doing a fic based off of a song? I was wondering if you would want to do one based off of Thunder by Lana Del Rey!

just do it, don't wait ✶⋆.˚ - joao felix

summary: in which it dawns on you that your 'no-strings-attached' relationship with joao might've become more than you bargained for w/c: 838

a/n: absolutely love this!!! i typically write most of my fics based off of songs so i'm totally open to taking requests of songs you guys want fics based off of - also anon hope you don't mind bc u didn't specify who u wanted it for so ... ofc its joao <333

It was a peaceful morning, and you were lying in bed thinking about how you had never noticed how quiet this time of day could be before. Not until you had had another person in your bed, and their soft snores were the only things you could hear, until you had to worry about how turning over might wake them up, or how loud your own thoughts seemed to be in comparison.

Shifting as quietly as you could, you watched the morning sunlight drip in through the shades, speckling Joao's features. Your eyes traced his nose, his cheeks, his lips, a small smile spreading on your own. You think about it for a minute - reaching out and touching him, waking him up so you can tell him face to face how you feel. But the thought is forgotten as fast as it comes to you.

You weren't sure how this thing between you two had started, but every memory since then was as clear as it could be. Every dinner date, sneaky kiss, midnight meeting - just thinking about the time you had spent with him, regardless of how sparse, was enough to make you blush. But a couple weeks ago, on a morning not unlike this one, it suddenly dawned on you just how far you had let yourself go.

Since then every glance, every brush of a hand was enough to send you spiralling with the horrible realisation that you had in fact fallen for him. What had begun as an occasional hook-up had in fact turned into the last thing either of you wanted it to be, and you didn't know how to bring this up to Joao, because you were sure the minute you did you'd be kicked to the curb and left for the next girl - not that you had any evidence that he had a rotating roster, but considering that he was a famous footballer, you didn't need any.

So you set out on a mission to break up with him before he could break up with you, which you were sure he would do the minute you mentioned your feelings. That way, you would be saving yourself the pain by getting to walk away from this as the one having made the decision. If it was your choice to break up, surely you'd be happier.

The next time you saw him though - at a dinner he had arranged for the two of you, which you were sure cost more than your rent for a month - you couldn't do it. Sitting across from him, indulging yourself in playful conversation and the game of exchanging increasingly daring glances, your own cowardice got the best of you and your mission was forgotten.

Since then, you had been trying to find a big enough pocket of conversation to slip in the suggestion as casually as possible, running into a ridiculous excuse each and every time. One time it was too late and the thought of leaving him to go to bed after that hurt too much, another he had just paid for your lunch and you didn't want him to think you had used him. Any scenario you avoided, your mind was eager to do as many backflips as possible to excuse it.

And here you were, waking up in the aftermath of yet another late-night rendezvous you couldn't bring yourself to turn down. Sitting up in bed as gently as you could, you stared at his bedside table as you had come to do so many times. You looked at the bracelet and watch he had taken off last night before climbing into bed with you, the cologne you could recognise with your eyes closed, the book you had let him borrow - without a single page turned.

Standing up and gathering your things, a routine you were ashamed to have known so well, you were eager to leave before Joao woke up and had a chance to rope you into spending more time with him. As you did you thought about how, regardless of how much you tried, you couldn't bring yourself to hate him. Through all of this, he had been nothing but absolutely perfect with him and it was your fault for falling and ruining what you had going. You had been right with him when you had agreed to keep your relationship casual, and a secret for the sake of his career, you had agreed to every invitational and reciprocated every move.

You found yourself stopping once more in the doorway of his bedroom, looking back. As you did, you watched Joao stir ever so slightly, he really did look beautiful in the morning light. He was mumbling to himself, and hearing your own name amongst his other incoherent words caused your stomach to flip. Watching as he turned around to reach for the now-empty space where you usually lay next to him, you bit your lip hard. Resisting every urge within you to rush back to him and the knowledge that you'd likely be back far too soon, you turned around and walked away.

[buckyalpine]

Shapeshifting Bucky

Random thought from the depths of crackfic hell. But imagine an AU where Bucky's time with hydra also included the ability to shape shift on top of his super soldier serum. He can turn into whatever but he really only shifts into a wolf most of the time. Stealthy, huge, strong, agile and an absolute puppy. Werewolf Bucky is the scariest mf to exist. In his wolf form, his fur is nearly jet black, a stark contrast to his beautiful blue eyes. His teeth turn into sharp fangs and his claws could slash through just about anything.

However.

The large furry thing is nothing but a little puppy around you.

Human Bucky struggles to show his affection for you even though he loves you like crazy. He loves touching you but hesitates to do anything. Wolf Bucky has 0 issue hopping onto the sofa he doesn't fit on, attempting to curl up in your lap. He doesn't fit on your lap either and you end up drowning under a heavy mass of dark fur, the chuff he makes as you adjust himself is equivalent to his usual pouty face.

How dare you try and squirm away when he wants pets and cuddles.

And honestly, he's pretty irresistible. Even Tony's found himself petting the soft fur when he walks by, scrunching his face when he realizes who he's petting and cursing to himself immediately after. It's not just Tony either. Most of the Avengers catch themselves mid pet, occasionally shrugging and going back in while shaking their heads at themselves.

That isn't the only thing wolf Bucky enjoys.

“Bucky!” You stare at your boyfriend who was a human last time you left him, now in his wolf form sitting on top of your duffle bag you'd packed for an upcoming mission. There's no way for you to get to it, sitting as its hidden underneath him and it doesn't look like he has any plans on moving. He growls when you try and get closer, daring for you to try and leave when you just got back from a mission earlier in the week.

"Baby, I have to go, you gotta get off" You try to reason with him but he just stares at you with piercing blue eyes. By now you can read his body language and he's not hearing any of it.

Don't think so, stay with me

"C'mon, you know I'll be back soon" You gently scratch the top of his head and he nuzzles into your palm. He tiled his head to the side widening his gaze as best as he could and you couldn't help but giggle at how cute he looked, silently pleading with you.

"Aww, don't give me those puppy eyes Barnes, that's not fair" You coo while he lets out a whine, huffing and resting his head on his front large paws until his ears perk up with a bright idea.

"For fucks sake Bucky!" You laugh incredulously when he picks up the bag with his teeth, shaking the clothes out and burying himself under them, happy to be surrounded by your scent and finding another way to keep you there.

"What’s going on" Steve walked by the room, wondering why you hadn't come to the jet yet, eyes growing wide when he saw what his best friend was up to "What the hell"

"Oh my god" Sam looked over Steve's shoulder, snorting at the way Bucky was now half asleep while you were still in your tac suit but your bag now nearly torn to bits. You shrugged, deciding to give up, looking at the over grown puppy waiting for a belly rub, giving the two men an apologetic smile.

Bucky snuggled happily on top of your clothes, his nose nudging into your hoodie, before closing his eyes, ears twitching contently while your on the phone with Fury, coming up with a lame excuse as to why you couldn't join.

Some other things I imagine for wolf Bucky:

He's the cutest thing ever. Sam nicknamed him Sirius Black and he loves it.

Loves eating meat. Eats a lot in general.

Fiercely loyal

Likes to go on walks

I'm sorry for this, I have a headache, instead of taking an Advil and sleeping, I'm out here giving into my ridiculousness, I'll see myself out.

[sssammich]

💘fake relationship / mutual pining / dared to kiss

What if you did a fake dating where Kara fake dates Andrea to make Lena jealous or heck even Lena and Kara fake date to make Andrea jealous. I love your work!!

hello hello!

got a chance to write this up this little brainchild. hope you enjoy it! it's kinda not even really the prompt but this is the story that came out so, sorry 2 u but i hope it's still entertaining!

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"do you think it'll work?"

andrea rolls her eyes, wonders why she's even bothering to help this little blonde idiot. but she promised sam that she's turning over a new leaf this year and trying to stick to an actual new year's resolution for at least longer than a week. new year's resolutions are for punks anyway, but she doesn't back down from a dare.

"have i ever led you astray?"

kara turns her whole body towards her and throws her a pointed look. "you literally gave me the wrong directions to dinner last night."

she smirks at that. "you've lived in this city for five years, learn to listen to your google maps properly. now do you want my help or not?"

kara grumbles. "fine. but if i end up making a fool of myself in front of her, i'm not helping you move out of your apartment this weekend."

andrea frowns, didn't realize that kara had a chip she could use to lord over her. it's fine, kara wouldn't use it. for all her bluster, she's actually too much of a puppy not to help.

"your threats don't have any effects on me. you'll still help because you're a little bitch like that."

she spots a figure walking up to them and realizes it's showtime. so she clears her throat, takes a deep breath and remembers to project her voice.

"god, kara. just admit it!"

kara's eyes widen in shock, mouth hanging open in confusion. meanwhile she spies her target behind kara stopping with a stunned expression.

"just admit that you never really loved me."

she glares kara into submission who coughs and stares at her. "i...never really loved you."

"and why is that, kara?"

"uh--"

she inwardly rolls her eyes reminding herself that she's such a good friend for even going through with this at all and that kara will have to thank her most generously when all of this blows over.

"is it because you're in love with someone else? is that it?"

the gasp she hears behind kara is enough to clue kara in that their intended audience is with them. kara, because andrea just knows how predictable she is, turns to look at the sound and finds lena standing there, mouth open.

"lena, i--"

"it's all so clear now," she practically yells, walking up to kara's face and digging a finger into kara's chest. "i hope you two make each other very happy then."

for good measure, andrea slaps kara in the face and she triumphs when lena pushes forward and places herself between the two of them. these two are so dumb and so predictable andrea just outright laughs.

"wait, andrea. this isn't--we never--"

"no? so you don't look at her like the sun doesn't shine from her ass?"

kara steps forward and puts her body in front of lena's. just as andrea expects. "hey, don't talk to her like that."

"why not? it's her, though, isn't it?"

kara glares at her so andrea pushes forward until they're practically nose to nose.

"say it. say it and i'll forget this whole thing."

kara, with a flash of fear in her eyes but also a mixture of undetermined gratitude, swallows before, "yeah."

"kara..."

"i'm leaving. don't follow me."

with that she stalks off past the two of them, slowing her pace just enough to turn around and catch lena hugging kara while kara looks at her.

she waves at her friend before plucking her sunglasses from her bag and putting them on and walking away. after she's reached her car, her phone rings with a buzz of a short thanks from kara before an incoming call takes over her screen.

"danvers get the girl yet?" veronica asks from the other end of the phone.

she laughs. "of course. i'm a consummate professional."

"you're literally neither of those things. but since you're done, come by. sam and i have got just the thing to make you feel better after your 'breakup' with blondie."

she responds by pressing down on the gas and cutting the time to get there in half to accept her generous consolation prize.

[musings-of-a-rose]

I Don't Want to See Tomorrow (Unless I See It With You) - Chapter 6

Pairing: Benny Miller x wife!reader nicknamed “Juni”

Word Count: 3500+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story. 

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My eyes blink, trying to focus as I will them to open, my head spinning and aching at the back from whatever hit me. I bring my hand to the back of my head and feel a knot, but no blood. Or at least it’s dried. I hope that’s a good thing. 

The floor beneath me is hard and dirty, which isn’t out of the norm, but a memory stirs at the back of my mind, pulling at the edges of memory.

“And they said Raiders can’t be sneaky!”

My eyes finally focus and I try to sit up, my head lightly scraping against a hard surface. I feel above me a hard roof, my fingers scrambling to try and find an edge. But then my eyes land on the bars in front of me and I realize - I’m in a cage. On all fours, I move around and finally find the door, which of course is firmly locked. I grip the bars, squeezing them tight before I shake the door gently. It doesn’t budge. 

Part of me wants to scream and yell, but I’ve seen enough of those old movies to know that it won’t do me any good. No one will let me out or I wouldn’t be in here to begin with. I take a look around the dingy, poorly-lit room and see no one. Just half broken furniture and some rusty shelves with various parts of metal, some canned foods, and…is that a board game? It’s not until I see the needle full of Jet (a drug) on the table that I know who took me for certain. My memory was not failing me. 

Raiders.

I have no idea why they would take me, but I do know that I’m fucked. It does give me a little hope that they haven’t done anything yet. Maybe they’re waiting for me to wake up….

I quickly lay back down, curling into the same position I had woken from. I keep my eyes open, studying my prison for as long as I can. But when I hear the footsteps growing closer, I close them gently, hoping that I can still look like I’m asleep. Heavy footsteps shuffle in, 2 sets as far as I can hear. I don’t dare open my eyes.

“Still out?” a deep voice asks.

“Seems so.” The bars of my cage rattle as the second man shakes the cage. I don’t move. “Yeah. I’d say she is.”

The first man groans. “I wish she’d wake up. Maybe the boss would let us torture her a bit while we’re waiting on Nightshade.”

Benny. Of course. That’s why they took me. Benny missed several drop offs and he’d assumed they would think he was dead. Apparently, he thought wrong.

“Yeah but the boss said no touching. That we’re waitin’ on what’s owed us. And Nightshade won’t be nice if we hurt what’s his.”

Some more grumbling from the first man before something clanks on the floor next to the bars of my cage and they shuffle out. I wait a few minutes before moving, making sure no one else was coming. When nothing happens, I crack an eye open and scan the area. A can of Pork N’ Beans sits next to the cage, slightly open with what I’m assuming is a fork sticking out of it. Next to it is a bottle of questionable at best water. My throat is terribly dry and my stomach betrays me with a low grumble at the sight of the can. I doubt they’re going to poison me, as they could’ve killed me at any time. That’s the Raider way. Same goes for drugging. They could’ve put a line in my or anything while I was out but they didn’t. They need me alive. 

I take a very small sip of water and nibble from the can, making sure to place them back where they had been left, just in case they return quickly. They would think I was still out. But no one comes back and as the time goes on to what may be night, I start to wonder if they’ll come back. Maybe I’ll be left to die in this crate. I decide to chance another couple nibbles and sips, gently placing the containers back. 

A few hours later, I hear another set of footsteps coming closer. I get back in my fake sleeping position, listening to whomever was shuffling in. Definitely different than the first 2 people. These steps are more confident, like they know what they’re doing. I hear them stop by the cage door, standing there for several moments before heading over to the couch and slumping down on it.  

“I know you’re awake.”

Fuck. Well, no use pretending. I open my eyes and sit up as best as I can, staring at the man on the couch. He’s definitely a Raider, the patchy clothes and scars littering his shirtless body are a big indicator. As is the shoulder plate armor with giant spikes coming from it. He’s got a scar across his cheek and a tattoo of some kind of marking around his eyes. He scratches at the short mohawk on his head, plopping down another piece of armor from his body on the makeshift coffee table in front of him. 

“I’m Draven. Who are you to Nightshade?”

Doesn’t even ask my name. Rude.

“Juni.”

“What’s a Juni?”

I scoff. “My name. Since you didn’t ask.”

He cocks his head slightly. “I’m shocked you told me. I thought you’d have told me to fuck off.”

I nod. “Thought about it.”

His eyebrows raise. “And?”

I shrug. “I figured it wouldn’t get me anywhere.”

He laughs. “Logical. I like that. And funny. No wonder Nightshade keeps you close. Well….most times anyway.”

I cross my arms, willing my nerves to calm down. “What do you want with him?” 

“Ain’t you gonna ask me why you’re here?”

I gesture vaguely. “As a sort of bait or something from Nightshade, I assume.”

He nods. “Or something.” He glances down at the can and jar of water. “You can eat and drink. It’s not poisoned. Water might not be the cleanest but it’s what we got. We never got the parts to fix our purifier.”

I study him for a moment, his dark eyes looking more intense surrounded by the markings. I decide he’s telling the truth and reach for the bottle, taking several sips before setting it to the side and taking a few bites of the beans, my eyes never leaving Draven. He watches me finish eating before shifting on the couch to lay down, tossing his arm over his forehead.

“You don’t have to worry about my people hurtin’ you. I forbid it. As long as you’re cooperative.”

Is that supposed to be comforting? “How long am I going to be here?”

“Just waiting on your boss, hon.”

Boss? Keeps me close? It dawns on me that Draven must think I’m Nightshade’s property. He has no clue how deep Benny’s love for me is. He may not even think that Benny will come for me, but decided to take the chance. 

Draven yawns loudly. “I figure I have nothing to lose. On one hand, if he shows, I’ll be able to get what’s ours. On the other, if he doesn’t think you’re worth it, I get a pretty girl to keep all to myself. Either way, I win.”

I feel the color drain from my face, even though I kind of figured that it wouldn’t end well for me if Benny didn’t show. Question is, how soon will he make it here? Will it be in time?

On the 3rd day in my cage, I’m wakened by various yells and whoops, Draven quickly sitting up on the couch. He looks over at me, a sickly sweet smile spreading across his face as the commotion grows louder.

“Bet that’s your boss.”

The door flies open and a Raider walks in, chest heaving from excitement. “It’s him. It’s The Nightshade!”

Before I can think, my cage door is ripped open and the Raider grips my ankle, dragging me across the cage floor. I try to kick out, but he pins me, Draven coming over to calmly tie my hands behind my back. I knew it wouldn’t work, trying to escape, but I had to give it a shot. Draven hauls me up, gripping the binds at my wrists as he leans in to my ear.

“Let’s go say hi.”

He grips the binds tight, the rope digging further into my skin as he pulls me along, pushing his way through a crowd of people all staring at something on the ground. We break through the crowd and I have to choke back a cry. On the ground is Benny, one Raider on either side of him hauling him up, his arms outstretched on either side. His lip is busted and he spits a glob of blood out on the ground, looking up at Draven. 

“Nightshade. You’re alive.”

Benny pulls a little at each Raider but they hold strong. “I am.”

Draven chuckles, deep in his chest. “And here we thought you were dead. After all, you stopped deliverin’ what was agreed upon.”

“You think I’d go back on a deal?”

Draven watches him for a moment. “I’m not sure. Why don’t you tell your partner here where the load is, then.” Draven yanks me from behind him, pulling me around front and holding me to his body. My eyes find Benny’s and, even though we are not safe by any means, I take comfort from his gaze, a brief flicker of concern before rage sets in, that darkness enveloping his face.

“You let her go and we can talk.”

Draven does that chuckle again. “Now why would I let my insurance go? She’s my guarantee that you’ll do as I say.”

Benny’s jaw clenches. He hates this. I can’t say I’m too fond of it either.

“I’ll bring you what’s owed.”

“That you will,” Draven smiles down at him. “Maybe we’ll start with her. She has such smoothe skin.” He brushes the backside of a crooked finger down my cheek and I jerk my head away from him as his finger continues to trace a path down my neck.

It’s as if I’m watching things happen in slow motion. Benny jerks his arms once, no doubt the enhancements he’s received taking over as both Raiders go flying. He stands, pulling guns from each of the Raiders and aiming at the ones currently charging him. He always hits a mark, but there’s so many of them. They all rush him, the sound of clashing metal and gunfire deafening in the small circle. But then battle cries and screams sound from the opposite side and the Raiders scatter slightly as men clad in umpire gear and a familiar brown pointed hat come charging in. The Minutemen and Diamond City have arrived, the Raiders momentarily surprised by their abrupt appearance. 

This is so much faster than the films. But while they started strong, the Raiders are more willing to take a life and they start to overpower the Minutemen and Diamond City and it sounds like they’re losing. And Fast. Draven pulls me tighter to him and I feel a knife being pressed to my side, his heavy breathing in my ear warm, fanning down my neck. And then he bursts from the crowd, blood spattered across his face and clothes, chest heaving.

Benny! 

He takes a step forward, but then the ground shakes, a deafening roar sounding loud over the sounds of fighting as a giant dinosaur looking thing comes stomping into view. It’s tall, at least 20 feet tall, curved horns adorning it’s face, scaly skin, standing on 2 legs, 2 long arms with sharp claw-like fingers at the end. And it hits me - this must be a Deathclaw.

“Fuck!” Draven yells from behind me, yanking me along with him as everyone starts running, some people trying to shoot the thing and take it down. We lose Benny in our escape, and honestly, I’m too terrified to try and slow him down. We have to get away from that thing!

As the sounds of the deathclaw and fighting start to fade a little, a shot bounces off the ground next to us. Draven clutches me to him and spins, the knife poking my side again and I gasp at the pain. My hands grip the arm he has pinned across my chest, frantically turning me side to side to find the shooter. But he doesn’t have to look long as Benny appears from nowhere, his dark jacket flapping in the breeze. He aims his pistol at Draven. 

“Just give her to me and I’ll get you what’s owed. Then I’m out.”

Draven squeezes me a little tighter. “She must be more important to you than I thought for you to bring the literal cavalry in.”

Benny shrugs, but I know it’s for show. I can see the tension in his body, in the small movements of his face that I’m so attuned to. “Hard to find good help.”

“Mmm. Well, if she’s not so important, maybe I’ll just keep her. Trade you for her.”

Benny sighs. “Don’t make me kill you, Draven. You’re smarter than all those other Raiders.”

“You’re right. Maybe I’ll just keep her and kill you. Best of both worlds.”

If I hadn’t been staring at his face, I would’ve missed the nearly imperceptible glance Benny gave me, his eyes dropping ever so slightly before snapping back to Draven, who had been rambling on about the horrible things he’d do to me. Slowly, I loosen my grip on Draven’s arm, lowering my own to my sides. I try to tell Benny I love him and trust him with my gaze but I don’t know if he saw it. 

“-and then, only when I’m done with her, I’ll toss her to my-”

BANG!

A loud gunshot rings out, my own voice screaming with it. Draven drops to the floor, instantly dead with a bullet in between his eyes. Benny lowers his gun and runs to me, holding me to him.

“Hey, sshh hey it’s me. You’re ok, Juni. I’ve got you.”

My breathing starts to shorten and I start gasping for breath a little. “Benny?”

He pulls back and looks at me, his eyes wide with fear. They start to rake over my body, but I know where it is. I reach my side and pull my fingers back, blood covering them. 

“No! Fuck!” Benny grabs me as I slump, my limbs already going cold. He must have hit an organ.

“I l-love y-you, Ben..Benny,” I say, gasping for breath.

Benny holds me, but before he can reply, that same screech comes bellowing at us. Benny turns his head, staring at the deathclaw as it charges us. He turns back to me and holds me tighter, trying to shield me from whatever violent attack was about to happen.

“It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I’m so sorry, Juni. I love you.”

His tears splash on my face, joining my own. It may be because I’m dying, but I hear what sounds like a vertibird (a sort of helicopter) propeller. And machine gun fire, the screaming from the deathclaw indicating it had been hit. Multiple times. Benny tears his face from mine, looking through the dust at the deathclaw, who was falling on his side, sliding across the dirt, dead.

“Hey! Help! Get a stimpak!” Benny screams from somewhere above me, one of his arms leaving me to wave. 

I look up at the sky and I see it then, a large vertibird descending upon us, someone in power armor hopping out. I must be dying because I swear I see Frankie in the pilot’s chair as the stomping from the power armor gets closer. 

“Here! Stimpak now!” Benny yells and the stomps come closer as my eyes start fluttering. The last thing I see before I pass out is Santi’s face appearing from behind the power armor helmet, leaning over me as Benny comes into view, a pinch in my side before I pass out.

Sunlight streams across my face, the warmth and brightness rousing me from sleep. I blink, my eyes taking a moment to adjust to the light. As my vision acclimates, I look around the room I’m in. It’s plain, medical. Like a military med tent. I feel a weight on my hand and look down to see Benny, asleep on said hand. His face is turned towards me and I take advantage of the quiet to study his face. It’s peaceful in sleep, the white of his scars even seems subdued. And I’m struck again by how handsome he is and just how lucky I am that he loves me back. I reach over and                                    brush back some hair from his face as he stirs beneath my touch. His eyes open and he finds mine already watching him. He sits up, taking my hand in his.

“You’re awake! How do you feel?”

How do I feel? “A little sore but alive. What happened?”

Benny cups my face and leans towards me, kissing my gently before pulling back, giving me a small smile. “I fucking love you.”

“I love you too.”

He sits back and takes my hand again. “Draven stabbed you. There was so much blood. You were…” he swallows hard and I squeeze his hand in reassurance. “You were dying. And then that deathclaw found us. He was charging and I thought..well I thought if you were dying, then I’d go with you. I was going to protect you as best I could. But then Frankie and Santi showed up and mowed that fucker down.”

“So that was Frankie and Santi? For real?”

He nods. “Yeah! I wasn’t sure they even got my message but apparently they did. Santi got to you just in time. He jammed a stimpak in your side, but you had passed out. We weren’t sure the stimpak would work in time.” He takes a deep breath. “But you did. Once it seemed you were stable enough, we loaded you up and they took us back to base. We’re in a Brotherhood med tent right now.”

“And the Raiders? Won’t they retaliate?”

Benny chuckles. “Those knuckleheads? The only one of them that had half a brain cell was Draven and he’s dead. The others? Most of them died during the fight. Maybe a few survived but we won’t see anything from them.” We sit in silence for a moment before his eyes drop from mine. “I’m sorry it took me so long to get to you.”

I cup his face. “What? No, Benny you did what you could. You couldn’t just come running in. We wouldn’t have made it out alive.”

Benny laughs. “That’s exactly what Will and Tom said. They said you’d kill me yourself for coming in without a plan.”

“And they were right.”

“Tom gathered up all the Diamond City guards and Lauren got in touch with your Minutemen. They came as quick as they could. I’ve never seen Preston that mad. Anyway, you saw what happened.”

My mind flashes back to the battle and I shake my head. “When can we leave?”

“Whenever you’re ready.”

I smile at him. “Let’s go home.”

1 year later…

“And then I mowed that yao gui (mutated bear) down!” Santi boasts.

Frankie snorts. “Yeah but it took you a week to scrub your shit from the inside of that power armor!”

We all laugh as Santi throws an empty Pork ‘N Beans can at Frankie’s head. “Pendejo. How many yao guis have you stood in front of?” They bicker like brothers back and forth for another few minutes, eventually walking back towards the kitchen to get more food. 

Benny and I had returned to Sanctuary Hills, bringing Santi and Frankie with us. They helped refortify the perimeter and took turns on watch. They left for a run to Diamond City and came back a month later with Will and Lauren, Tom and Molly opting to stay behind in Diamond City. Tom was too connected with his bar and Molly and the kids loved it there. But what surprised us most was that Santi brought back with him a girl, Jamie, who fit right in the moment she came inside the gates. 

Benny comes to stand next to me, draping his arm around my shoulders. He tips my chin to him with his pointer finger and kisses me, deepening it momentarily before pulling back. He smiles and rubs his nose against mine before resting his head on mine. 

As I feel Benny next to me and look out at all of our friends, my heart fills with happiness and gratitude that we all somehow managed to make it, together, past the end of the world. And that we would be able to survive whatever this wasteland throws our way.

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[swarvey]

Enamored with Paper Rings right now. It’s written so, so well 🥺 Do you have any headcanons about meeting Harvey in college/taking over the farm years after that?

meeting harvey in college | harvey x gn!reader

summary -> after meeting harvey during college, the two of you hit it off right away, slowly growing to become more than friends.

a/n: ahhh tysm!!!! that means a lot <33 i hope you enjoy!! reader and harvey are at med school btw

harvey

the two of you met during freshman year of university while taking the same course

after being placed in the same group project together for the semester, you hit it off with him right away

harvey, though? it was pretty much love at first sight.

you best believe this man purposefully chose his seat near you because he thought you were cute. not that he'll ever tell you that

it didn't help that he was completely enamored with your personality

(nearly imploded the first time you laughed at one of his jokes)

knew he wanted to be with you pretty much right away, but he also didn't want to rush you

so, being the man that he is, he waited patiently until you were ready to express your own feelings before showing you how much he cares about you.

freshman year

"this is impossible," you groan, letting your head fall onto the mattress beneath you. "i quit."

harvey laughs, rolling his chair over to the bed and gently lifting you up by your hoodie. "unfortunately, you can't quit," he tells you, smiling at your frown. "the rest of our groupmates quit half a semester ago, so it's up to us to save our grades."

you sigh deeply as you force yourself to sit up, grabbing your laptop and pulling it onto your lap. as you begin to work — swearing under your breath about your "good for nothing groupmates" — harvey sneaks a look at you once in a while, admiring the way you bite your lip in thought and squint your eyes at the screen.

he wants to be with you, of course he does. he thinks any guy who doesn't should get schedule a check-up with their doctor, since they obviously aren't thinking straight. no, the problem isn't that he doesn't have feelings for you — it's that you can't seem to tell he does. while he knows he should use his time at college to explore and meet new people, he can't shake the fact that, to be frank, you're really the only one he can picture himself with.

"harvey, can you look at this? i swear this doesn't make sense."

"sure!" shaking out of his daydream, harvey sits beside you on the bed, trying not to pay attention to the way your arms are pressed against each other.

while others may move on after realizing their feelings aren't returned, harvey figures he doesn't mind waiting a little bit, especially if the reward is having you all to himself.

sophomore year

"how do i look?"

harvey turns to look at you as you emerge from your bedroom, bashfully showing off your halloween costume with a broad grin. you're dressed up as one of your favorite video game characters, your hair and make-up done perfectly by your friend. she stands next to you with a proud look on her face, eyes digging into his skull. he can basically hear her daring him to say you look bad.

"amazing," he voices, watching as she nods in satisfaction and walks away.

"honestly, harvs, you couldn't have been a little more creative?" you ask, tugging at his lab coat. "you realize we're in med school, right? so half the people we see tonight are going to be wearing this."

he shrugs, rubbing the back of his neck. "well, i couldn't think of anything else," he mumbles. "it's not like i'm trying to impress anyone, anyway."

you hum, nonchalantly fixing his collar and centering his stethoscope. "well, at least you look all cleaned up — maybe you'll catch someone's eye," you tease.

yet again, you don't notice how he stiffens, letting out a quick breath when your hands graze his neck. it's been a year now, and harvey has no idea how you haven't noticed his feelings for you. still, he's been patient, and he truly doesn't mind waiting; it's not like there's a downside, in his mind. the two of you have grown even closer since freshman year, even finding time to see each other during the summer.

"alright, ready?" you ask, grabbing the sides of his arms and laughing when he jumps. "geez, harvey, i know it's halloween, but you don't have to be so on edge. i'm here to protect you!" you cross your arms, feigning toughness.

"really?" he doubts, giving you a questionable look.

you nod, the air leaving your lungs when your friend pokes your side. "we're all doomed if you're supposed to save us," she jokes. you laugh as she starts pulling you to the door, calling for harvey to follow.

he barely hears her, though, hearing only your bright laughter and seeing only your amused eyes.

i can wait.

junior year

harvey is growing tired of this.

he watches helplessly as you talk to a senior — a senior who is clearly attracted to you, by the way — and allow him to pour you another drink. he scowls at the greedy look in his gaze, his eyes raking you up and down as you sip out of your cup. he knows you're clueless and remembers how excited you were to socialize at the formal, especially since this upperclassman is known to be at the top of his class, but truthfully?

he doesn't give a damn.

"oh, harvey!" you say, eyes brightening when he walks over. he doesn't even look at you as he grabs your arm, locking it with his. he can feel you staring at him, his ears burning with embarrassment as he faces the senior.

"what are the two of you talking about?" he asks, his hold on you tightening when the older student leans forward slightly.

"nothing of concern," he says, eyeing your hand clutching harvey's arm. "just some personal techniques i've learned over the years."

harvey's lips form a grim line on his face as he glares at him, the music playing in the background seeming to fade away. he can sense the intentions of the other student, knowing if he weren't there, he would be purposefully getting you drunk to do god knows what with you.

"we're leaving," harvey declares, "but thanks for sharing your insight with them. i'll be sure to ask all about it when we get back."

without another word, harvey drags you out of the room despite your small protests, focusing only on getting you away from the creep. he lets out a breath of relief as you make it outside, resting his hands on his knees for a moment before straightening to look at you with worry-filled eyes.

"what were you thinking?" he scolds, scanning you quickly as if checking for injuries. "can't you tell when someone is trying to take advantage of you? how much have you had to drink? here, take my jacket, it's getting chilly out—"

his words get caught in his throat when you lean forward and hug him tightly, your head resting on his chest.

"what would i do without you, harvey?" you quietly ask, pulling away to look at him with a gaze he's never seen before. "no one's ever cared about me like you, you know that?"

harvey clears his throat, looking away as he gently wraps his arms around you. "i think you had a little too much to drink," he says, attempting to pull you off. "i'll take you home, okay? we can talk more tomorrow—"

before he can finish his sentence, your lips are covering his, your arms now thrown around his neck as his hands find the small of your back. after a moment of shock, he's kissing you back, eyes shut as he pulls you closer to him.

when you break off, he looks at you with wide eyes, blinking as he registers what just happened. his cheeks are tinted red.

you yawn, grabbing his arm once again and leaning on him. "i'm tired," you mutter. "let's go home."

"r-right, let's get you to bed. we can talk about this after you get some rest." wordlessly, he begins to walk you home, hoping with his entire being that you won't forget this by the morning.

senior year

adrenaline rushes through harvey's body as everyone throws their caps into the air, celebratory horns blaring in his ears as everyone begins to file out of the stadium. he can hardly believe it's been four years already — it feels like it was just yesterday he was meeting you in class for the first time, already drawn in by your curious eyes.

after greeting his parents and taking some pictures with them, he promises to be right back before racing off to find you, his bouquet of flowers still in hand. he quickly searches the crowd, knowing you should be around this area, but is stopped in his tracks when you practically pounce on him.

"we did it!" you exclaim excitedly, swaying him from side to side. your family watches amusedly as he shyly waves at them. "we actually graduated, can you believe it?"

"well, i can believe i graduated," he teases. "i'm not sure about you."

"hey! i used my resources well throughout college, alright?" you defend, pushing him away lightly.

"i'm kidding." he pulls you to his side, quickly stealing a peck on your lips when no one's watching.

you sigh, looking down at the cap in your hands. "i can't believe it's over," you express. "it went by so fast."

he nods in agreement, watching as everyone celebrates with their families. "keep in mind, i spent nearly three of those years chasing after you."

"you never said anything!"

"did i need to? i'm sure everyone else knew except for you."

"and whose fault is that?"

"alright, enough fighting!" harvey's mom laughs, walking up to your family and greeting them. "let's take a picture of you two."

"ready?" his dad calls, angling his camera. "smile!"

after developing the photo a week later, harvey notices that, while you're brightly grinning at the camera, he's too busy smiling down at you, reveling in the fact that all his waiting didn't go to waste.

[anticidic]

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#89: Nothing Ever Dies — Kamelot

Here we are Under the same old sun All alone yet somehow bound and unified Dust to dust Ashes to ashes won't take long We search for a harbour, somewhere to belong

“Us meeting by chance like this yet again in the same alley—” Fyodor stopped short and blinked with a show of concern, his eyes shifting to the blade of a knife pointed at him.

They were an arm’s length apart. One swipe from Dazai and Fyodor wouldn’t be able to react before it was too late.

Then Fyodor’s features softened, and his frown gave way to a splitting smile. "Not even five seconds after greeting you, you're already so hostile." He held his hands up, but Dazai did not buy the act. Another one of Fyodor's ways of pretending to be concerned about his life being put at risk. A reaction any other person would have.

A reaction that made sense to anyone who wasn't Fyodor. Dazai bared his teeth in a sneer and narrowed his eyes with a burning intent to kill.

"Death is too good for you. Even the deepest pits of hell wouldn't want something like you, Dostoevsky. You have nowhere to go, nowhere to be. That's why you've been here the last several years wandering Yokohama like a ghost. How miserable and boring."

Snow drifted through the air and fell down around them. Fyodor reached out with a hand to catch some of the flakes in his palm, watching the dust build up and spill over. "You make it sound like that's a bad thing," he said, dumping the snow and looking back up. "As if...you don't know what that feels like yourself. I can think of worse fates, Dazai-kun, like a homeless beggar passing away on the cold ground as the snow piles up."

"You forget people change," Dazai started as he approached, the grip he had on the knife white-knuckled and pointed at Fyodor's chest—right where the heart was, "people get older, people die, we lose a few along the way and meet others. Maybe once I could've agreed with that line of logic of yours that hasn't changed since the day we met." A light smile played on his lips while Fyodor stared back unfazed, maybe plotting a way out of the conversation by way of another sniper gunning down Dazai. But no. No one would be out in this godforsaken weather if they didn't have to be. Only people like him, like Fyodor, were out all hours of the night and through all weathers during the day. "But I don't agree with it now, because I've changed my way of thinking over the years, but you still haven't changed. You're the same Dostoevsky, whether for better...or for worse."

Striking Fyodor down where he stood was too good for him. Even if Dazai's blows carried anger, despair, chaos and Fyodor left the world for good and left him finally, it was not enough. Death was not enough. Nothing would ever be enough. They were alike in many ways, but the mean little light in Fyodor's dead eyes told him this: where Dazai went through the motions waiting to die because he couldn't find anything worth sticking around for, Fyodor wanted death because it would give him the last laugh.

If Dazai killed him, Fyodor won. He was best left alive. Suffering. He wanted to be taken out by someone, and Dazai would not give that to him. He had never seen someone so silently miserable that they made it their life mission to spread it to others like the plague.

Once, maybe when he was fifteen or sixteen and probably not eighteen, Dazai felt the same way. But not now. What looked back at him resembled Fyodor, but Dazai also saw an old piece of himself somewhere in there. And it made his skin crawl.

"Go on," Fyodor said, steps light and airy against the frosted ground. Closer, closer yet. Until the tip of the blade touched his chest and he had a look of dare. Please go on, you know you want to do it. You'd probably feel better getting rid of someone as bad as you. The words went unsaid. But Dazai could hear that taunting voice in the back of his mind. “Your hesitation to kill me when you have the chance strikes me as odd. As if you’re conflicted. Is this also supposed to be one of your changes you went on about? You think yourself a better man now though you know blood as much as I do?”

Something cold brushed against Dazai's fingers and for a moment he thought it was Fyodor grabbing him, but even the subzero temperatures and wind blowing through his hair were warmer than how Fyodor felt. His breaths came out in tiny, white puffs and nothing came from Fyodor. As if he was holding his breath. Or...or could not process the cold because he was even colder than it.

“You’ll die. But you won’t die when you want to, it’ll be when I want you to,, because otherwise what's the fun in it, huh? I'd be disappointed if you let me kill you right here and right now so easily.”

Instead, he put the knife away and walked off. His footsteps faded the more they grew apart until Dazai paused by the alleyway entrance and breathed out quietly. He was no ghost, but he felt equally restless letting Fyodor go this one time. Was it a terrible mistake? Maybe this would’ve been his one shot to end things for good and put another great and terrible part of his past behind him. Perhaps, even death yearned for comfort in the meaningless rituals of the living.

“We’ll both die someday. Your body will be marked by scars and sins people couldn’t forgive you for and you couldn’t forgive yourself for, just like everyone else in this world.”

The words, Fyodor’s confession, his mocking declaration, pierced Dazai’s mind. He flinched. Not from their thousand cuts, but from the bite of the cold lashing against his cheeks.

“What do you suppose will kill you, Dostoevsky?”

A pause.

“God.”

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[eternadreeblissa]

Where... Where am I?...

Darkness created from the boulders and rocks that tower above and cloud the skies, I feel I am in a cave. And the only source of light, was through the shrooms and fungi that glow within this place.

I raised myself from where I laid, the heaviness of my body weighed on me yet it did not stop me from composing myself, until eventually, I can stand on my own two feet.

Where is this place? Is this a dream?..

And then, I heard a voice. Alongside the strumming of a harp.

A voice so gentle and soothing, like a lullaby.. In a language so foreign yet also so familiar to me...

My head turned to the source, as if hypnotized by command from a siren. I closed my eyes in wonder, relishing the music flowing within my ears, before treading forward the dark path ahead.

Before me, was an opening, carved like a ragged archway. And beyond what lies there, is a girl with golden hair showered in the light from the large cracked opening in the distant sky.

A girl? What is she doing here?

...And she looks rather familiar...

For a moment, I did not move much. I allowed myself to listen in, enjoying the melody which her fingers and voice play in harmony. Before slowly, I walked up to her. I dared not rush, for I do not want to startle her and ruin such calming melody. And so, with every step I take, not a sound of even the soft ground beneath my feet would scratch, as I slowly advance forward until I was a meter away.

She had not noticed my presence even once. Seemingly immersed in her melody.

But that's alright. I am but a mere bystander. And all I wish is to enjoy the melodies she plays for whomever. Even if she may not see me, I don't mind staying here for a little while.

Yet, now that the distance had shrunk greatly from where I once stood, my eyes had widened upon recognition on who this was..

"...Zelda?"

...

...Thankfully, the song had ended, when I accidentally uttered her name. It seemed I was correct, as the face she made when she turned to me was one of shock.

"You..."

She... Knows me? No.. She *remembers* me?

"Zelda... What are you doing in here? Should you not be in the village of Skyloft?" The words had slipped from my lips..

"I.. I was just playing in peace in here for only a moment. That is all..." She turned from me, cradling her harp with her crestfallen face. "But... What of you? Why are you here?"

"I've come to find you. I was looking for you everywhere." Was I? Since when?

"I see... I'm sorry for worrying you." She stood and smiled apologetically to me. And then, her face had suddenly morphed into an expression of worry. "No... Wait. We shouldn't be speaking to each other."

"...Pardon?" My thoughts exactly.

"Hylia... Hylia will come for you." She shook her head, her eyes squeezed shut as she grabbed my hands.

"Ava, please, go! Immediately! Please leave Skyloft at once!"

"L-Leave?" I was taken aback. To where? Do I even have the means to depart from a sky island like Skyloft?

"I-I'm sorry. Please go, please leave me here before she—" her pleas were cut off, as her knees had weakened and landed on the earth.

"Sun." I called her. But why Sun? Is it because.. "Sun, I would not blame you for any of this, for any of what would happen. Even if you yourself truly wish for my demise, I know it was only—"

Static. The sounds had been muffled and it's harder to hear. I'm not sure what to make of the rest that transpired.

Yet if there was anything I could at least make out...

"I... I only wanted Sky and I to be happy.. How did it turn out like this? I'm so sorry, A—..."

...Zelda was in conflict with Hylia. A division.

Have I... Done something?

I could not linger on my thoughts for long, nor can I even ask any of the questions I wish to address at least to myself within my own mind. As the sounds of a bell echoed from the skies and Zelda hitched her last breath beneath me. I wish not for her to be alone... "Sun.. I forgive you." I held her close to me, as the light blinded me.

[ploxpoke]

Don't you dare (make me fall in love with you)

I wasn't going to finish this but thanks to @linpunny I did!

yes the title is from that one Kadyen MacKay song (LISTEN TO IT WHILE YOU READ THIS PLEASEEEE)

This is Taiju x gn!reader bc I'm in love with big soft men

it is based on a little imagine I did lolz

Tw- choking (non-sexual), descriptions of violence, mention of blood, cussing, reader briefly passes out (as a result of non-sexual choking)

Let me know if there's any trigger-warnings I missed, I don't think there's any but I could be wrong

You were by yourself in the park, your destination unknown, you were simply taking a walk to calm your nerves after a long day, as you did everyday, an your walk was going as usual until you heard a loud noise and yelling that sounded painful coming from behind a nearby building. It looked abandoned with its windows busted in and the walls crumbling.  

"What is going on?" you said softly to yourself, but your words were drowned by the yelps and grunts that came from behind the building. You could hear scuffling and running as well as a bunch of cussing. You felt a pang of fear shoot up your body as well as a chill down your spine as you guessed what was going on.

You couldn’t help but to investigate and slowly approached the source of noise, walking around the corner, you saw several people fighting and your body tensed. You couldn’t help but to stare as these people fought. Your eyes drifted across the scene, settling on a tall figure with blue hair and piercing yellow eyes. He was gorgeous, and all you could do was stare at him as he sat there punching any poor soul he could get his hands on.

You could feel your stomach tighten in a way you hadn't felt in a long time, a small blush crept up your face as you stared in shock and awe at the man before you came to your sense and realized what was happening. You were watching a gang fight and your heart dropped to your feet as you processed the danger you were in. You quickly left, your heart beating out of your chest as you did.

"Oh shit, shit, shit-" You whispered to yourself as you walked away quickly, not wanting to get involved in that mess of blood and punches.

As you walked away, Taiju noticed you. He noticed as soon as you showed up. He could feel your eyes on him and once you turned around he decided to look at you, his eyes following your figure as you disappeared around the corner.

The leader of the Black Dragons, stood up and motioned for his men to stay there and wait for him, leaving the bloody scene he had started behind to follow the stranger he had seen. 

“Well, well, well…” he growled to himself as he caught up to you on  the other side of the building. Seeing your smaller frame quickly walking down the sidewalk made him feel something he could put his finger on. He felt the need to make you look at him but he also wanted to just let you walk away, but his pride wouldn’t let him just let you go.

As you kept walking, you suddenly heard footsteps behind you, turning back you saw the same tall man, this time closer than before. Now you could really appreciate his looks, but you also realized he had seen you.

 Your breath hitched in your throat and you prepared to run or scream or both, but the man stopped in front of you and stared down at you with an intense gaze. Before he had the chance to say anything you turned around and ran. It was the only thing you could think to do.

"Nope, nope, nope" you said to yourself as you ran down the street, not daring to look behind you. You didn’t want to know if he was chasing you, but you knew he was. You could feel it and you knew you wouldn’t outrun him. There was no way you could and yet you still ran.

The tall man; Taiju, chased after you, his strides long and powerful, catching up to you easily. He grabbed your wrist firmly, spinning you around to face him and pushing you up against an alley wall with a force that left you breathless.

His hand clamped around your neck, cutting off air supply as he pressed you to the wall leaving you no room to wiggle out of his grasp. He leaned in close, his face mere inches from yours. He studied your face, his eyes scrunched in a focused sort of way that would be cute if he wasn’t choking you out right now.

 "You really shouldn’t have run away…," he growled, "you’re quite pretty, I was going to be nice if you just stayed put.." 

Your eyes widened in fear as you struggled to breathe, your hands clawing at the hand that was suffocating you as your vision started to blur. "Please I wasn’t gonna say anything-" you said but he wouldn't listen. You tried to reason with him, but the sound was muffled by the tight grip around your throat.

 Taiju's face was twisted into a cruel sneer, his yellow eyes burning with intensity as he watched you struggle. 'This can't be happening no, no, no-' you thought to yourself as you felt the world start to fade out around you, tears forming in your eyes, you realized he was saying something to you but you couldn’t hear him over the ringing in your ears.

“I c-can’t breathe” You gasp out, but it was too late, the lack of oxygen caused you to pass out, tears rolling down your cheeks. You slumped forward and Taiju caught you, releasing his hold on your neck instantly, a look of dread and guilt on his face.

Taiju was frozen in that moment, he hadn’t realized he was being so rough with you but there you were limp in his arms. He could see the gentle rise and fall of your chest and felt relief knowing you were alive but all he could think of was the guilt forming within him.

He’d never felt guilty for beating someone up, it was just what he did but this was different. He didn’t mean to hurt you, in fact when he realized you were watching he didn’t look at you so you could get away.

Taiju carried you bridal style through the streets, his grip tightening around your waist as he made his way to a safer area where his crew waited.

The men parted to let him through, their expressions a mix of confusion and anticipation as they saw the person he was holding so tightly to his chest. He sets you down roughly against the wall, releasing you from his grasp but not before giving you one last glance 

"What are you looking at? Back off, go make sure nobody bothers me!" He tells his men and he sits down across the alley from you as he waits for you to wake up.

When you opened your eyes slowly, blinking several times as you regained consciousness, the world swimming in front of you as you tried to make sense of everything.

 You found yourself against a wall in an alleyway, alone with the tall man that had choked you earlier. Your breathing was ragged and uneven, and you coughed slightly, trying to regain your bearings as well as remember how to breathe properly "W-where am I...?” you asked softly, your voice cracking slightly, looking over at the man in front of you with wide eyes, tear stains down your cheeks. 

Taiju walked over to you, his brow furrowed as he studied you, concern evident in his gaze despite the fact that he was the one who caused this in the first place. He reached out and brushed a finger under your chin, tipping it up so you had to look at him. His tightened in his chest as your eyes fluttered.

He admired your face, unable to help himself from thinking you were the most precious person in the world. It took all his self control for him not to squeeze your cheeks between his fingers and instead he let go of your face.

"You're safe now," he told you softly, even though you were in a back alley with a stranger. He glanced over his shoulder at the men standing guard behind him, making sure they knew not to approach any closer. He wanted to talk to you and you alone.

"Do you remember what happened? I didn't want you to panic anymore by asking you a thousand questions as soon as you woke up…." He looks remorseful as he notices the bruise forming on the side of your neck.

He bit his lip, feeling even more guilty and he crouched down in front of you. He pushed your chin up slowly and ran his finger down the bruise, taking note of how you winced before pulling his hand away. 

Your voice was small and quiet, you didn't dare to look at him directly, you could feel the intensity of his gaze on you. You coughed again and you could feel pain shooting up your throat, as you put your small hand on it.

You looked at Taiju with wide eyes, and you nodded slowly. "Y-yes, I remember. I saw you and your men fighting and I panicked and ran away…, then you caught me and choked me..." 

You trailed off, looking down at your knees, fidgeting with your fingers "I don't know why I deserved that... but I'm sorry..." You started to tear up again and your voice shook as you spoke "I-I really didn't mean to make you angry-"

Taiju frowned deeply, his expression softening somewhat as he saw your tears, he couldn't help but feel protective towards you. He crouched down in front of you, pulling your chin up again so he could look you in the eye.

 "It's okay," He said softly, "I didn't mean to scare you like that. You didn't do anything wrong; you didn't deserve what happened. I over reacted...So I should say I'm sorry." He surprised himself with how kind he sounded and even more so when he apologized. He never thought he would but here he was.

"But if I hurt you because of something you didn’t even do, then I need to make it right somehow." He hated how he had acted towards you and how it made him feel, but something about your innocent apology made him feel even worse, his throat was tight and his chest hurt when he realized you were blaming yourself for what he did

He pulled you into his arms, wrapping them around you protectively and holding you tightly against his chest, his large frame enveloping your tiny form.

"You don't need to be sorry at all. I shouldn't have handled things like that, but you didn't deserve to be treated like that either. It's not your fault." He wiped your tears away from your cheeks, his expression soft and understanding.

"Please don't cry-" He couldn’t stand seeing you cry and he didn’t understand why. He’s never felt like this after hurting someone so why now and why you?

After that Taiju insisted on making sure you were safe and sound. He would have Kokonoi or Inupi escort you around when he couldn’t and he made sure that nobody could lay a finger on you.

His whole demeanor changed around you, his voice quieting and the roughness he used on others was absent around you. You were oblivious to Taiju’s obvious crush and Taiju denied even liking you anytime it’s brought up. He refused to even entertain the idea and would fight anyone who dared to bring it up.

One day, you were walking home alone when someone decided that you’d be a good target to rob. A person in a mask runs up behind you and pushes you to the floor and steals all the money you have, but not before beating you up. When you arrive home in tears with bruises on your body and dirt on your clothes, Taiji's brain goes blank except for one thing.

“Who fucking did it!” He yells as he rushes over to you, doting over your injuries. He cups your sweet face that he loves so much and wipes the tears away. He sets out on a man hunt, calling in several favors and hunts down the person who dared put their hands on you. 

Once he gets his hands on them he doesn’t hold back and you have to hold his hands back from killing the person. You were crying, again, and you had your arms wrapped around his arm preventing him from punching without hurting you in the process

“I’m fine! I swear I am, that’s enough!” You plead, almost begging him to stop and he does immediately lest he upset you anymore. When he looks at your face his entire body lightens and he stands up and takes a step towards you, grabbing your shoulders and leaning down to you.

He kisses you sweet and slowly, taking his time. He moves his hands from your shoulders to your waist and you wrap your arms around his shoulders for support. When he finally pulls away from you and he stares down at you with pure admiration in his eyes “How did you manage-” He pants as he lifts you up in his arms, not bothering to finish his sentence, his voice shaking with emotion

“How dare you make me fall in love with you…”

 He whispered in your ear as he kissed you again. You could feel the raw emotion behind the kiss as he grabs the back of your head. Taiju deepens the kiss, his tongue tangling with yours as he runs his hand through your soft hair.

He pulls back and looks down at you before cupping your cheeks and kissing you all over your face, a broad grin on his face.

"You're free tomorrow right? I'm taking you out" Taiju says it in a way that leave no room for debate.

[mimisempai]

Quiet place

Summary

Crowley wakes up and experiences something new. For the first time he realizes that everything is quiet, everything is in place, and is overwhelmed by this realization.

And he's not the only one.

Notes

I struggled a bit with this prompt and this is the result. I hope you'll enjoy it.

Day 15 : Quiet

On Ao3

Rating G -  881 words

When Crowley woke up, he had a strange feeling.

Strange, but not unpleasant.

Like a realization, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

The moment he felt Aziraphale move next to him, he knew what it was.

Every morning when he woke up, since they'd been living together, he'd had that slight uncertainty for a split second.

Waking up alone.

In his empty apartment.

In his car.

But this morning, all he'd felt was that sweet quietness.

He gently moved his hand forward until he felt the warmth of the body close to his own. Not touching.

He was no longer afraid of waking up alone.

Because now Aziraphale was there every morning and every evening.

Close to him.

In their home.

For a moment, he didn't dare touch the warm body next to him.

He didn't want to disturb the gentle serenity.

He looked at the fluffy hair buried in the pillow next to his. 

He smiled as he remembered their first meeting as angel and demon, destined to be enemies, yet each time they met, they grew closer.

Who would have predicted that one day they would find themselves like this?

Anyone but them.

Aziraphale had gotten under his skin a little more each time, to the point where Crowley couldn't even remember that he'd never been there.

At times, he'd even thought he'd never see him again, but in the end, he'd always kept hope in his heart, the hope the angel had given him back at the Garden of Eden wall.

They'd come close to losing each other, several times.

With that thought, Crowley moved a little closer to Aziraphale.

After all, they hadn't lost each other, and now that the last walls separating them had fallen, they were closer than ever.

Even if it had taken millennia.

Or maybe because it had taken them millennia.

There had been their reconciliation, the first kisses, the first touches, the first hugs, the many heart-to-hearts, untangling their complicated feelings. Healing themselves, healing each other. 

An endless work, but worth it, because their love was worth it.

They were so close now that Crowley couldn't remember a time when they weren't. 

"I can hear you thinking." 

Aziraphale's soft voice snapped him out of his thoughts, so Crowley moved his hand, sliding his fingertips under Aziraphale's until the angel intertwined his fingers with his own. 

Crowley turned all the way to Aziraphale and wrapped his arms around him. Their eyes met and for a long moment they just stared at each other in the warm morning light. 

Then Crowley smiled, closed his eyes in contentment, and murmured, "I was just enjoying the quiet. For the first time, I woke up and my first thought wasn't wondering if I was still in my car. It was just this sense of peace. That everything was in its place. Including you and me. It probably doesn't make any sense, I know..."

Aziraphale wrapped his arms around him in turn and replied, "Yes, it does. I know exactly what you mean. Sometimes I catch myself thinking I need to talk to Crowley about this when I see him and realize you're here and I can tell you right away, I don't need any pretext to see you, no need to wait, you're right here. It's amazing, isn't it?"

The demon hummed in response and brought his face close to the angel's before pressing his lips to his.

It was neither a passionate nor a tender kiss.

Filled with the emotions they felt at that moment, it was a kiss that was both new and yet so familiar.

It wasn't like their first kiss where things were unknown and sweet. 

It was a kiss that broke the soul only to put it back together, piece by piece, perfect and in the right place. 

Like an exchanged breath.

As they realized what they had now, what they had achieved, they also realized how close they'd come to losing it.

They held on to each other, as if neither of them wanted to break the embrace. Then Aziraphale's hands moved to Crowley's cheeks and he gently pulled away from the kiss, resting his forehead against the demon's.

The angel breathed, his voice full of emotion, "Crowley..." and then stopped, his throat tightening as words failed him.

Crowley, feeling the same emotion pass through him, simply replied, "I know, Angel, I know..."

They'd been through a lot and here they were, in the softness of this morning, unscathed.

The realization overwhelmed them both, and the demon as well could only breathe, "Angel..." 

Aziraphale wrapped his arms around Crowley, holding him in a crushing embrace as Crowley buried his face in his neck.

They remained entwined like that for a long time.

In the sweet peace of that morning.

The sweet peace that was now theirs.

For it was really theirs now.

They'd earned it.

Their own quiet place.

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

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[undomesticated-animal]

Que tál mijites, I want to talk about erectile tissue structures! This doesn't sound like it's gonna be sexy yet but don't yall ever underestimate my ability to eroticize, and stick with me

I took a guy out to the lake recently and fucked him in his car parked on the overlook, and frankly, it was the first time in a while that *I* felt self-conscious because my god folks he's cute and his dick has all these amazing textures, and I was NOT bringing my A game. In the aftermath of this, I became really aware really quickly, that he was under the impression his body (and especially his dick) are merely TOLERATED by his partners rather than actively desired. In the days since as we've kept texting, he keeps apologizing to me for the traits of his body that I compliment, always shutting down a little like he's sure I'm making fun of him and he wants to let me know I don't have to lie to him about it. But like.

Bruhhhhhhhhhh. Man's hot. I like what I like. It's chill.

So I said something about it. I told him I was worried my performance undersold my attraction to him (in my defense, I was EXTREMELY FOCUSED on keeping my reactions subtle because we WERE at a popular cruising spot in the middle of a Sunday afternoon in full view of half the lake lmfao) and that I wanted to be clear I thought he was beautiful and I couldn't wait to see more of him. He did like this, and has become more open to sending me pictures of himself (🤩🤩🤩) but he still does stuff like couch his dick pics with the caption "I'm sure you have plenty of more impressive examples to look at" and no no my mans we ain't having that. You don't get to devalue a part of you that I have been sneaking looks at all day at work to drool over it briefly before I get back to the grind. This is good dick osito, and I won't hear anything to the contrary.

And now Imma tell you all what I told him.

It doesn't really work like that for me. There's not like. An ideal example of a penis for me. I just really love getting to see and touch and taste them, get to know them, and appreciate each one in its own time. Slightly corny, I know, but I figure if I'm going to be attracted to someone, I'm going to find something to appreciate and drool over about every part of them.

I think I've previously used the phrase "I worship at the altar of the human form" to try and convey what it feels like for me.

And look, it IS corny. I *know* that I'm corny about sex and relationships. But what I will never ever accept is the idea that this is a bad thing.

Whyyyyyyyyy are we so afraid of being legitimately, obscenely, visibly mad with desire for the people we're sleeping with? Why the FUCK are we having sex with people if we don't really want to? Why are we forcing ourselves to have what will INEVITABLY be bad sex?

And like. I wanna be clear here. This is not a "how dare you not be attracted to your partner in the ways I think matter" thing here right? I am aromantic as shit, and have been upfront with my partners that friendship, family, partnership, these things lack distinction to me, so any distinction we create in ours will be to their preferences. I also have sex with people I am not physically attracted to because of other things that attract me to them, and I *frequently* have sex that isn't about sex at all, just sensation seeking through sexual activity (yaaaaall remind me to tell you sometime about when Stud and I just spend an entire day fucking off and on until we're both too tired to move, and half the time neither of us even cums we're just fucking for the sake of it feeling good lmao). My point is the same point I keep making in a thousand different posts with this blog.

WANT SOMETHING AND PROACTIVELY SEEK IT OUT

Stop having sex you don't want. Start communicating with your partners and seeking out the facilitation of sex you DO want, however that may look FOR YOU. Become slightly obsessed with yourself and the ways you enjoy fucking others and yourself. Stop actively devaluing yourself in conversation with your partners. Start telling them what you like about them even if it feels corny as hell.

Tell the man that you're not looking at his cock and thinking "damn, I've seen better", you're looking at his cock and thinking "damn I wonder what that vein is gonna feel like under my tongue when I make you cum". Tell your girl that seeing her clit swelling and turning red makes your mouth water and you could watch it react to your kisses and touches all day if she let you. Let your partner know that the way their nipples tighten and darken when you make out gives you those good good full body shivers.

Because bodies are already vulnerable, but the way we shame arousal responses in erectile tissue like clits, cocks, noses, and the smooth muscles that react to ANS arousal. We get SO WEIRD about how our bodies display attraction, arousal, and desire, and for WHAT you know? What good does it do us to always try and play it cool so people don't know how hot and bothered we are about them?

Every person I've fucked has commented at least once during an early encounter about how wet I get. They fucking LOVE it, and it's so exciting to them that the very first time they put fingers near my vagina or mouth, I'm already so wet that it's almost a problem lmao. They love when I'm loud and explicit about my orgasms! They like it when they see how big and hard I get the longer they play with me. And WHY WOULDN'T THEY????? I get excited by the same things! It is relaxing and relieving and pleasurable to feel no hesitation or doubt about the shared desire between you and your partner! Why WOULDN'T we all find the manifestations of that communication hot as fuck??

I love getting dick and clit pics! That's my partner's body communicating desire to me about our play, and there is no surer way to get me in the mood to fuck. I need us all to think about how we may introduce shame and alienation into our relationships with our own bodies or our partners, even where that is happening through our own insecurity with our desires. Feeling anxious and confused about your own experience of a thing cannot keep being justification for harming and shaming the sexual safety within our relationships. We need to be willing and able to address this stuff.

So, in honor of all the different erectile tissue structures that I've had people apologize to me for or seek to devalue when I expressed desire for them, have some truths about me.

I love the way a micropenis swells in my mouth, and I go fully fucking feral when I get to grind our dicks together while I'm in their laps

I love when my partner's clit is always visible under the clitoral hood, thick and heavy and so fucking soft, and the frantic twitches and gasps I get when they're feeling sensitive

When the veins are super visible on someone's erectile tissue, it makes me want to lick and kiss and suck along the lines of the veins, and use my tongue to measure the pulse and twitch of their arousal when I touch them and give them pleasure

I love my ticklish hotties who get all squeaky and spasmotic when they're aroused, because all their muscles are reacting to sensations on high alert, and I love the desperate gasping relaxation that comes when I finally push them through to the other side of a dry/cognitive orgasm

Oh, pobre cite did I kiss you so well your lungs can barely draw breath and you're wheezing and gasping in my lap while I stroke your thighs because your body is reacting to its own arousal as inflammatory stress? Here cariño let me massage your occipital lobes until you're howling instead, at least then we know you can breathe just fine

Where yall at, growers, those strong retractor muscles keeping you small and compact right up until you finally get to relax into the pleasure and suddenly that cute lil pink head is a swollen erection heavy enough to weigh down my tongue and stuff my throat when I suck you to full mast?

And don't think for a second I forgot about my gorgeous motherfuckers out here with erectile disruptions. Trouble getting and staying hard? It turns out that I'm slightly obsessed with kissing your neck and the sensations of grinding my dick against your thigh or your clit or your cock.

There have been and will be more ways partners of mine have had to heal from shame about their bodies. But I worry that we all experience enough shame about this stuff that we sometimes fail to be there for each other about it. You don't have to love every part of yourself or your partners, but maybe consider what it might look like to get more explicit about the things you DO love, rather than spending that same time and energy on shame and alienation.

[ask-healthy-light]

Mere moments later, after she turned around and flew further up, Nox reached the edge of the dream, and she stepped through the door to Ty's mind to end up back in the Realm of Dreams, where she only had a few doors left to go; and with one eye on the pitch-black void, far beyond the end of the row of doors, Nox stepped one door down, and slowly opened the door that was made out of scorched bark.

Since they had been there during some of Boom's gravest moments, Nox hoped that she did not have to explain much to Light for them to understand the severity of the situation, but also, that they did not criticise themselves for failing to notice anything was amiss; for if even she did not see past the veil with which Boom had cloaked himself, she doubted that anyone could have foreseen his lies.

When she closed the door behind her, however, at first, Nox thought that something was missing, and she flew around for a little while, trying to find whatever it was that she expected to find in the mind of her Kirin friend; but it did not take a long time before Nox realised that she was worrying about the wrong thing, since she had gotten so used to finding troubles, the lack thereof felt odd.

Instead, after she let out a quiet sigh of relief, as well as a brief chuckle, she flew deeper into their mind in the hopes of finding a dream that was as calm, and warm, and peaceful as the ones she had granted to the others so far; but the further she flew into the strange contrast of colours and darkness, the more confused she grew, as she could see no bubble of a dream of any kind before her.

Eventually, to her relief, she could see a familiar figure in the distance, and she quickly flew to Light, until she got close enough to notice they were laying down, and gently resting their head on their hooves, wearing a content, yet somehow still sombre expression; and she quietly called out to them as she slowed down again, whereupon a warm and genuine smile returned to their face once more.

As the two friends embraced each other, it was clear that neither wanted to let go before the other did, so they just smiled and laughed as they waited to be let go, only for that moment to seemingly never arrive; but since Nox had little time to spare, she swiftly cut to the chase in Light's arms, and warned them that Boom had deceived them, though whether intentionally or not, she did not know.

But while she had expected Light to let go and stare at her incredulously, in response, they merely pulled her closer into their warm embrace, while their voice only grew quieter, but not graver; and after they thanked Nox for telling them now, they asked her whether that terrible corruption within Boom was wholly unable to hear nor see them within their mind, to which Nox sweetly shook her head.

Although it came at the cost of the power within the bracelet that Boom had given them so long ago, and they could not speak to him over great distances until she undid the spell again, Nox said that she had to limit his reach, and that of the Monster inside him, as much as possible; and even right outside the door in the Realm of Dreams, she had to make sure nothing could get out of Boom's mind.

Fortunately, she had already safely visited Shining, Summer, and even Courage, surprisingly enough, where she discovered that he was able to speak, leaving Light incredibly confused as she continued, without bothering to explain, and quietly said that she had only one more door to step through; but after a moment of silence, and Light briefly mumbling, they asked her if she had counted correctly.

A blush grew upon her face in return as she shyly looked up at Light with a smirk on her face, when they, too, realised, and they let go to stare at her incredulously, before they covered their mouth with their hoof in an attempt to muffle their growing laughter; but when their laughter grew silent a moment later, and tears of joy formed in their eyes, Light removed their hoof to pull Nox closer.

The quiet snickering and giggling of the Kirin around her made Nox laugh in turn, before she said:

"Don't you dare let them know that I told you this…"

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The Queen and Her Levi - Chapter 8: Talk to me.

King!Levi Ackerman x fem!reader

Description:

"All my life I have never known what it was like to love someone, if anything, really. Until I met you, and everything changed, you brat."

"Reader" has a name, if you don't like it, then change it to your own, the world is your oyster.

Will contain VERY mature and triggering content. Viewer discretion is advised and minors please DNI.

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X (18+ content hehehe)

Asuna moaned loudly as Levi was thrusting himself into her, for the second time that morning. He held her wrists above her head as he continued to kiss her all over as she whined. He couldn't get enough of her, every time he sees her he just needed to have her, to touch her, to feel himself inside of her, he felt that he could cum right then and there from just looking at her. He didn't understand why he felt this way towards her, he barely knew her, and didn't even make an effort to try to get to know her as a person, as his soon-to-be wife. Though still, he felt this heart wrenching passion and possessiveness towards her. The thought made him frustrated deep inside, he had never felt this way before his entire life, he didn't think he had it in him to feel something towards someone. Was it love? Levi wasn't sure. 

Before long, he spills his seed inside of her again. He has been doing that every time they had sex at this point, which made her groan and orgasm against her will, even though she slightly enjoyed it. After he finished, he kissed her forehead before getting off of her, she looked into his eyes as he does the same. Though after a few seconds, he walks towards the shower, not saying a word to her. She sighs as she begins to clean herself up, wiping what felt like endless cum leaking out of her. 

Dana should have been here already to help her dress into the gowns that she was expected to wear, she had no idea how to put those complicated dresses on herself. Dana probably wasn't there yet because Levi was still in there as well. She also remembered that her wedding and coronation was 3 days away. The thought made her want to throw up in nervousness. It has been barely a week since she left home and arrived here, it seems like Levi was just eager to make the pretty girl his wife and be done with it. 

About 10 minutes later, he walks out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, brushing his hair and getting dressed into his casual blazer and expensive shirt. She looks at him, still naked and laying down on the bed, looking quite sad and unsure about what her purpose is here other than just being his entertainment when he feels like it. 

"You okay?" He asks as he ties up his white ascot that usually hung around his chest, getting ready to leave her again once more. 

It takes her a few seconds to say anything. He looked down and covered herself with the bedsheets, not feeling embarrassed anymore but she wanted him to know that she was clearly conflicted and upset. 

"I'm... frustrated." She answers. 

Before he can respond back, they both hear a soft knock at their bedroom door. He hears Dana's soft voice calling out for Asuna, asking to come in to get her dressed and ready for the day.

"Come back later!" Levi yells from the other side of the door with frustration. He wasn't done talking with his fiancee yet, how dare someone interrupt him? 

They both hear Dana let out her apologies before walking away, standing idly waiting for the right time to just simply do her job.

"You know... You don't need to yell at her like that." Asuna says, still on the bed, glaring at Levi. 

He sighs and glares back, but not in a hostile way, more of a disappointed and sad way that she was looking at him like that. Secretly, he wished she would look at him with that gorgeous smile she has, but he's not making a very good effort of that happening at this point. 

"I need to go." He says, slightly brushing off her confrontation at him yelling at Dana. "I have a lot of work to do before the wedding." 

She glares at him some more before rolling her eyes. She thinks to herself. Work, huh? I still don't have the courage to ask him about the threats yet... I really want to know, but I'm afraid he is just going to ignore me or yell at me. I guess there are a lot of things he needs to do before the wedding anyway. Gosh. I'm fucking nervous. 

He walks to her as she is still lying on the bed, naked and vulnerable. Looking at her for a few seconds with that iconic stoic glare he always has, he leans in for a quick kiss. She kisses back, but still looks back at him with disgust. 

Gosh, when are you going to open up to me? They both secretly thought to themselves in their own way of thinking about it. 

He leaves the room as she sighs. Dana walks in a few moments later looking very tensed up and scared. She bows to Asuna while she was still on the bed naked, covering herself with the sheets. Dana was used to it at this point. The past week she has walked into the room to help Asuna get ready, and she is greeted with the same picture every time. Asuna in her bed covering herself, still naked and frustrated. Dana wishes to open up to her more, as Asuna is feeling all sorts of conflicting emotions these days. 

"It's okay, Your Grace." Her sweet hand maiden breaks the silence. "Do you want to get up?"

"Yeah." Asuna answers immediately as she gets up, ready for Dana to help dress her. "I'm fine."

Dana wanted to ask what's wrong, but deep down she already knew. She wishes she could do more to help, but right now all she could really do was be there for her in the way she was supposed to. Right now, she can only help her by getting her ready for the day. Asuna excuses herself to go and wash up first before getting changed, she was a mess, after all.

Levi was fucking her every single night, and almost every morning, she barely got enough sleep, or a good nights rest since she's been here, at least. She wasn't going to say that she didn't enjoy it, though. 

As Dana and two other hand maidens helped her get into her pretty silk, rose colored dress, she looked down at the ground. Suddenly feeling dizzy and fatigued, she loses her balance and almost falls over. Luckily, Dana and another hand maiden had kept her from falling down. Asuna gains control of herself again after a few seconds, not quite understanding what that was. 

"Your Grace!" One of the handmaidens say as she was helping her up. "Are you okay?! Do you need to see the doctor?!" 

"No," Asuna answers immediately. "I'm okay. I think I am just stressed..." 

She was sick of it. It has only barely been a week and she was tired of Levi's attitude, how he was treating her, she had enough respect for herself to know that she deserved better. Sooner or later, she was going to get the strength to confront him and talk to him about what she is feeling. It's only fair, right? She was going to be his wife in a matter of days, if this was how it was going to be, then she was going to have to fight back. 

Dana had asked her if she was excited for her wedding and her coronation, in which she was going to be crowned Queen of the Walls. She sighed and nodded, she wasn't trying to be dismissive or shy, she was honestly just not sure what to think about all of it. Mainly, she was more upset at the fact that Levi only decided to take her hand in marriage because he wanted to get back at her dad, Dan Reiss. For all of the conflict that this man has caused Levi and his kingdom, it made perfect sense that he would choose to get back at him by stealing his daughter away from him. 

Asuna's life was going to change forever, everything she ever knew was thrown out the window. She felt unloved, unwanted for what she truly wished to offer to Levi. She will never have another opportunity to love who she chooses to love or do what she truly wants to do with her life. At this moment in time, she only felt like she was just there for Levi's duty, and entertainment when he wanted her. Luckily, he was faithful to her though, he wasn't going to bed or lay with anyone else as long as Asuna was alive. 

The stress and all the unknowns to her was eating her alive. There were more recurring moments when Dana was helping dress her, but Asuna could do nothing but think of her situation and the fate she was put in. Almost falling over again, as Dana had to grab her and eagerly ask if she needed to see the castle's primary doctor, but she refused, saying she was fine. It was just stress, right? 

Her outfit for the day was all set. She looked beautiful as always. Dana had to formally excuse herself due to other business regarding the wedding needed to be done. Asuna nodded as usual and sat down to eat her breakfast. She wanted to help more, she felt like such a nuisance sitting there doing nothing as everyone around her worked on her and Levi's upcoming wedding, as well as her coronation. She secretly hated the fact everyone else was doing these things for her, she just needed to find the strength to do something about it. 

She was getting some sort of freedom as the days go by, but still no insight on the so called threats that kept coming up in the back of her head, the tension around the castle still lingering. She needed to do a lot of things, but one thing she needed to focus on first, was talking to Levi. She needed to get a word out of him and speak to him about these damn threats that nobody was telling her about. She had decided right then and there, she was going to investigate. 

The past 2 days, the bedroom door that was locked, trapping her inside, was no longer locked. Asuna wasn't sure if that was done on purpose or if the guards, or Levi, just simply forgot to lock it, which was unlikely. It was possible that Levi found out of Asuna's frustration towards her being locked in the bedroom. Maybe, just maybe, he was doing this to make her feel happier. 

Within those two days, she had visited the castle's library, as well as the gorgeous rose gardens that were blossoming around the castle barriers. Despite guards keeping an eye on her when she roamed the castle on her own, nobody really questioned when she soon decided to make her way up to Levi's office. Though guarded by military police guards and Dana keeping her company often, she remembered that she was going to be the Queen, supposedly having the same amount of rights as the king, so to speak. She had finally decided she was going to figure it out herself, nobody can stop her, right?  I'm going to be his wife... She thought. I'm sure I should be able to go and speak to my fiancee when I wish. 

She made her way up to his office, which was on one of the higher floors of the castle. She had kindly asked the guards watching over her to take a step back, and that if anything were to happen, they wouldn't be too far away, finally alone and unguarded. The walk up was making her winded recently, it was a shit ton of stairs, but this was important. Despite her fearless act of walking to his office to talk to him, deep down she was quite intimidated. She walked towards the room where she knew to be the office, with large doors. Before she made it to the door, she could hear Levi yelling and arguing with someone from inside, she stopped in her tracks, considering that maybe it wasn't the best idea to listen in. 

Though she does realize that her curiosity was at its limit, she takes a deep breath and heads towards the door. There wasn't any guards posted in front, so she took the opportunity to listen in on what was being discussed rather than knock first. She quietly put her ear to the door, listening into what was going on and praying she could figure out something, a clue, even. 

"I don't need you or anyone else's permission on who I decide to marry..." She hears Levi's voice from within the office. "The deed is done, I am not going to change my mind!"

"We understand that, Your Grace." An unfamiliar voice answered him. "Though you do need to understand, with Lady Asuna not having any royal blood whatsoever, there have been some disapproving statements, from not just the commanders of the royal guard, but the common people, too." 

Asuna's eyes widen. Is that what all the threats are about? Levi marrying a common girl rather than someone of royal blood? This doesn't make any sense. 

"She is the eldest daughter of Dan Reiss," Levi responds. "Royal blood or not, she is still from a noble family." 

The men he was talking to couldn't argue with that, they were just hoping he would have ended up marrying someone with a more elite birth right, someone that understands the idea of a royal lifestyle, not some naive girl who grew up on a farm estate.

"Either way, we are worried for your Queen's safety, Your Grace." The voice says again. "Though the anonymous threat we received shouldn't be something that should be of any worry, for now." 

"I still want her guarded and protected." Levi answers. "Any threat that relates to her kidnapping or assassination should definitely be of any concern. Just because you lazy geezers aren't worried about it, doesn't mean anyone else is." 

Levi pauses before finishing his statement. "Though, I don't want to tell her that."

Asuna gasps quietly. What did he just say? She tries not to make too much noise so that anyone inside Levi's office could hear her. 

Kidnapping? Assassination? Those were the threats in question?  By who? Who would want to hurt me? Those people said it themselves, I am a nobody. Just someone who Levi decided to marry out of a whim?! She suddenly wished that she had just stayed curious. Her heart was beating  faster than when Levi first propositioned that he wished to marry her. She didn't understand any of it at all, she was barely here a week, and not even within a day there were threats being made? Perhaps the news of Levi's new bride came around the kingdom faster than she thought. 

Despite her fear that she felt in her heart, and all the fact that still remained unknown to her, she still felt something else. She felt anger. She was angry at Levi for keeping something like that from her. A threat to her life should be something that she should be aware of before anyone else. Instead, he kept it from her, and most likely forced everyone else to keep it from her as well. Does everyone know about this?! Am I the only one who is ignorant about all of it? This was the last straw, she decided it was time to knock on the damn door and speak with her fiancee. 

"Marlo, do we have any idea on who might be behind these threats, yet?" Levi asks again. 

"Not yet, Your Grace." The man called 'Marlo' spoke up. "We are doing everything we can to figure it out, but until we do, the castle will be on high alert." 

A few seconds pass by before Levi speaks up again. "Leave me." He says in a harsh tone. Asuna quickly gathers herself outside the door and waits for the man to walk out so she could step in. 

The door opens for Marlo by two guards that were also in the room with him. Asuna takes a few steps back as Marlo sees her standing there in front of him. His eyes widen as he immediately bows to her. 

"Your Grace!" He says loud and nervously. She quickly prompts him to rise, stating silently that that kind of curtsy wasn't necessary. She sees Levi in the middle of the room behind his large desk, Marlo's curtsy grabs his attention as he turns around to see none other than his fiancee standing right there, glaring at him. 

As Marlo leaves, Asuna walks in slowly, as the guards holding the door open bow to her as she walked in. Closing the door behind her, she walks in slowly without saying anything, just giving that glare that Levi hated seeing on her pretty face. 

"What are you doing here?" Levi asked her. "I didn't give you permission to come in."

"Since when do I need your permission?" She states back, causing the guards by the door to gasp quietly at her defiance. "I thought I was going to be your wife, not your servant?"

Levi doesn't say anything as he takes a deep breath, visibly annoyed. He walks towards her, standing in front of her by a few feet until demandingly telling the two guards to wait outside. 

Asuna doesn't budge, she doesn't turn around or look at her surroundings at the room she's never been in before. She doesn't take her eyes off him, he sees how cold and angry she looks at him. She should have seen his office by now, and that, she also blames Levi for too.

As the guards leave and close the door, there was a few seconds of silence of Levi and Asuna looking at each other. Though Levi was annoyed at her and conflicted on what to say, he still couldn't hide the look on his face on how fascinated he was towards her bravery and beauty.  

"What do you need?" He breaks the silence, attempting to walk closer to her, but she backs up more, not wanting him touching her right now. 

"Why didn't you tell me?" Asuna asks, with an aggravated tone. 

"Tell you what?"

"The threats, God damn it!!!" She yells. "The so called kidnapping threats?! I also heard the word 'assassination'?!" 

"How much of that did you hear?" He asks calmly. He was obviously not angry at the fact that she overheard his conversation with Marlo, more that she arrives at his office without him knowing. 

"Enough." She responds, more tensed up than usual. "What else are you keeping from me?"

"The threats in question are being investigated thourougly." He says with a calm tone again. "It is not something you should worry about-"

"Not something to worry about?!" She interrupts him. "I'm sick of this, Levi." 

"What do you mean?" He asks with curiosity. "Sick of what?"

"You." She pauses, before continuing after a few seconds, taking a deep breath.

"I'm sick of you keeping me in the dark. I'm sick of you fucking me without barely saying anything. I'm sick of feeling like just a toy to you when you're bored. Is that all I will ever be to you!? I'm sick of acting like just a stupid figurehead that is only known as King Levi's little play thing! We aren't even married yet and I am tired! I've been feeling nothing but frustration ever since I came here! I want it to end! And most of all, I'm sick of having the feeling that I still barely know you! And that it will always be like this!" 

He doesn't say anything, he just listens, not wanting to argue or interrupt her. This is probably the very first time a girl ever talked to him this way. Of course, Erwin or Hange would have it out with him and argue often, but when it came to his fiancee, he was speechless. 

"Why?! Why don't you want to know me...? Why can't you just talk to me?!" She is close to tears at this point. Looking down trying not to let it all out. 

"I am trying to protect you." He finally speaks up after a few seconds. He attempts to get closer to her again, she continues to look down, not looking at him. 

"Protect me?" She chuckles sarcastically. "How exactly are you doing that? By keeping secrets from me? Don't I have a right to know what is going on?"

Levi sighs. The anger and short fuse that he usually had on others normally, he didn't have with her. 

"I can tell you have been unsure about all of this. Unsure about me. I didn't want to cause any more stress to you than I already am." 

She wanted to cry, but instead she just sniffles. He wasn't wrong, but she just wished she could get rid of this feeling that he truly doesn't really care about her, about getting to know her, as his wife, as his Queen. 

"But why...Why can't you... just talk to me?" She says in a more soft voice. "I don't want to have secrets kept from me." 

He is standing right in front of her at this point, he lightly puts his hands on her shoulders, caressing them, before letting go and rubbing the undercut of his hair. Though he wished to protect her, he understood where she was coming from. He barely spoke to her, avoided her most of the time, except for when he was feeling physical and fucked her without any clear motive. Levi didn't understand at all this feeling he had, he barely knew the girl. He's felt this fire in his heart ever since he laid eyes on her. He wished he could explain it, but this sort of feeling and emotion was brand new to him. 

"I'm not sure..." He responds, pausing. "I'm not sure how to talk to you."

She looks up with him, her eyes tearing up as she eyes him with confusion. 

"Why?"

"I feel this... fire in my heart... towards you..." He says between pauses. "These emotions I feel.. I just... I don't know how to react to them." 

"That doesn't make any sense, Levi." She argues. "You barely know me." 

"I'm afraid to."

Did he just say that? Did the King Levi Ackerman just say he was 'afraid'? Since when did this man ever fear anything?

"Again, why?" She moves closer to him.

"I don't know." 

She sighs, backing up a bit with shattered his heart a little. She kept wanting to ask 'why?' but she knew that probably wouldn't get her anywhere. This man was hard to read. When he says 'fire in his heart,' what the hell does that mean? Is it anger? Annoyance? Lust? ...Love?

"I remember the day I met you, when you came to my dad's estate." She speaks up again. "You told me a lot of things, but one thing I remember you saying as I was packing my things to leave my home was 'I won't ignore you.' I keep hearing it in the back of my head since that first night. I'm starting to understand what a great lie that was."

With that, she backs up again and turns around. Opening the door as the guards waiting outside bowed to her as she left the room, disappearing from his sight. 

He wanted to follow her, he wanted to chase after her and just kiss and hold her, but he couldn't. He didn't know how to give someone that kind of affection. His entire life, Levi Ackerman only ever had a relationship in a physical and lustful manner. He never actually thought that he was capable of having a relationship that involved love and care for one another. He was absolutely hesitant on how to approach it, on how to tell her what he really feels. He knew that he was going to have to get married eventually. All the girls he had met in the past that were candidates for being his wife, they never seemed to truly care about him as a person. He could see right through all of them as they just mainly wanted the title as Queen and nothing more. He wasn't expecting Asuna to not feel any different, but she did, and it drove him mad. 

Levi did want to get to know her. He did want to have a relationship with her. He wanted to hold her in his arms and tell her everything. Explain to her that he was excited to marry such an amazing girl, to know how honored he was to have found such a graceful woman to be his Queen. The problem was, he didn't know how to properly let her know that. He sat back down in his chair, the guards posted outside still there. He suddenly banged on his desk, frustrated. He couldn't even focus on all the work that needed to be done in terms of the Scout Regiment and his upcoming wedding. 

After hours of sitting there, drinking his signature black tea and contemplating everything about himself, he decided. He was going to attempt to fix this.

Asuna made it back to her shared bedroom with Levi right after her feud with him. The guards bowing and closing the door behind her. Finally alone, she broke down in tears. Wishing she would have said more, but she wanted him to know how angry and frustrated she truly was at this whole situation. She just hoped that she didn't give him the wrong impression that she doesn't want anything to do with him or something. They were getting married in 3 days for God's sake, she needed to figure this out now, but perhaps confronting him was the wrong way to do it, or was it? She wasn't sure. She had so much other things to worry about, like practicing for her coronation and the amount of people around the kingdom that will soon come to see her.

She couldn't think straight at all. All of these thoughts that kept invading inside her head was nauseating. She had never felt so stressed and unsure ever in her life. The dizziness that she was feeling lately came back again, she almost fell to the floor, putting her hands on her face as she tried to blink the dizziness away. She opened the balcony and sat down on one of the chairs, feeling the breeze hit her face and the wind blow through her soft hair. As she stared out into the city surrounding this damn castle, she cried some more. 

Why am I feeling this way?

It took about 30 minutes for Levi to collect himself and run up to their room. He knew she had to be there, the guards told him that she made her way in that direction. He usually wouldn't show up to their bedroom until later in the night when she was already asleep, where he would wake her up with his own methods... But this time, he had other intensions, running towards their bedroom before the sun began to fall.

He was ready to talk. 

AN:

[omg.. the insight on the threats has finally been revealed :0 Wtf? Why does somebody want to kidnap us?! Sussy fr. At least she is finally starting to get somewhere with Levi, but damn it's hard as hell. Also why is she feeling so fatigued recently? 

This makes all the chapters on Tumblr now up to date. Yay! I will now post them on here once I publish them on Wattpad. Wedding chapter up next?? Maybe? AGH. Arigato! xoxox]

- Kat <3

[dragonmasterhiccup]

A flicker of a smile peeked through her lips when he mentioned himself knowing her, the warmth coming even when he seemingly only used his words. "I'm glad you do, Hiccup."

Being a little comforted by the fact Ruffnut did back off after, Freya hadn't fully registered what he said about Arvid until he completely finished, blinking at her boyfriend in a bewildered expression. "Wait…you're telling me that guy wanted to dance with me..?" She scoffed, waving one of her hands in the air as if shooing something away, "Maybe him and Ruffnut should've tried dancing together instead..!"

She dramatically gasped when he gave a subtle 'threat' concerning the other viking, although the amused smirk she had on went against her 'protest'. "Hiccup! You wouldn't dare..!" Resisting the urge to quickly peck his cheek, she felt pleased that the future Chief showed he had the same inclinations towards the whole situation, even if she assumed he wouldn't actually hurt Arvid. Probably.

Acknowledging that he mentioned next year, another smile made itself visible on her lips, snorting quietly to herself before answering: "I think Gobber will outshine both of us..!"

Her eyes landed on the flowers he laid out on the table, lightly touching the intertwined black tresses to discover that he hadn't even messed up her braid either. "Yeah…I usually don't like keeping my entire hair in a braid anyways…but, thank you for helping, again."

Chuckling alongside him, Freya shook her head while poking his shoulder. "Hey, you still got it!" Her hand reached for his, gaze enveloped in affection. "Also, off topic, but I really enjoy hearing you laugh. You should do it more often." She added the last part in a playful manner, although she meant it.

"Nope…maybe we should pick a day where I finally count them all." She jested, simultaneously attempting to finish marking the rest of his freckles as he looked away.

It felt..nice talking everything out, despite Freya not used to always voicing her concerns about..mostly anything. Normally, she'd keep it to herself and wait until it didn't bother her as much, but this was different. And she was grateful for that. "I appreciate you, you know."

Melting into his touch, her eyes calmly shut as he kissed her, yet another smile forming at his response. "Thank you…I was just..nervous, I guess, to speak on things like that.."

She tried to contain her excitement once the winning question came, scooting closer almost immediately as she inspected his braid. "Yup, sounds good. Sure." Thankfully, Ayla's tie still remained strong enough to reuse, much to her relief.

Freya carefully held the small plait in one hand, her other one gently untying the lace from the auburn strands before undoing the braid. Not realizing how enthusiastic she appeared by the simple action, her voice was quiet as she spoke. "Thank you for letting me do this.. I've probably said that a hundred times already but I don't know what else to say.."

Brushing through the piece of hair with her finger, she made sure it wasn't tangled or ruffled in any way before attentively interweaving it. "Even though I don't like waking up very early… I'll see if I can at least get out of here more..promptly tomorrow." It was her favorite holiday after all, so she strived not to sleep in.

Sparing a short glance at the future Chief, she felt content, even if the braid was already close to being finished. "I'm happy I get to spend this Snoggletog with you, Hiccup. It's way easier to do that than trying to avoid you all day.." She chuckled, wrapping the tie around the intertwined locks as she shifted back to examine her completed work.

"There. Done!" Freya proudly lifted her chin, placing her hands on her hips. "Pretty good, if I do say so myself.." Remembering what happened a while ago with them both, she suddenly ruffled the top of his hair. "I hadn't said this yet, but your hair is very soft."

Realizing they still had the face paint on, she stood while stretching her arms. "Well… If I wanna get up on time tomorrow, I should probably..get to bed now… Clean this paint off.." She was a bit reluctant to be the one who brought the reminder that they eventually had to leave each other's company, but it had to be done.

Nodding to confirm, he replied, "If I hadn't gotten to you when I did, he was going to move in." At her comment, he couldn't help but laugh. "Ruffnut and Arvid? I think she'd sooner punch him than dance with him! Then Tuffnut would punch him too, just to not feel left out..." The mental image of it made him laugh a little more, shaking his head at the thought.

Grinning, his voice made him sound more serious than he actually was. "I would! Can't have him thinking he could just, move in on you like that now, can I? No, I think that Toothless and I should pay him a little visit, give him a little taste of just who he's dealing with..." Attempting to suppress a smirk, he arched a brow, nodding with as much seriousness as he could muster.

Laughing, he dropped the facade, running a hand through his hair. "No, no, I--I probably wouldn't, unless he continues the way he was going tonight." The way Arvid glared at Hiccup didn't get past the future chief, and that anger could someday rear its ugly head...with himself or Freya as the target.

Finding her snorting to be kind of cute, he smiled warmly at her and answered, "Gobber outshines all of us, every year!" Laughing lightly, he added, "If I'm dancing with you, I may not even notice Gobber's moves next year..."

Giving a small nod, he said, "Anytime. I'm here for you, no matter what you need." Cheesy? Probably. But, she did say he was the only one who could get away with it...

Turning to face her, he was still laughing, "Got what? Limbs?" Holding up his arms and sticking out his right leg, he jokingly said, "Ah, yes! Three out of four! Not too bad, hey?" Still smiling, he tilted his head. "Yeah? Thanks, I uh, I like yours, too!"

Playing along, he nodded. "Sure! But," he held up a finger, "but, I wouldn't know what to do with you staring at me like that. I'm afraid the only option is for you to count them while I sleep," he spoke casually, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips, "otherwise, you might not get me to sit still long enough!"

The laughter having died down, he laced his fingers between hers, sitting closer. "I know. And...you oughta know that I appreciate you too. More than I can ever say."

Shaking his head, he gently brushed a stray hair out of her face. "Don't be. If we want this to work, you need to know that if anything is bothering you, I want you to tell me, and I'll do the same with you."

He couldn't help it, he chuckled lightly at her restrained excitement when she heard his request. It made him suspect that she was hoping he'd say that all along.

Tilting his head to give her better access to the braid, he was still smiling as she removed the tie. "Yeah, of course. It's not exactly easy for me to fix it myself, given the length and angle."

Keeping his head still, his eyes darted over to her. He too was glad she was no longer avoiding him. Now that they were so close, he couldn't imagine what things would be like if she distanced herself again, or they never got trapped in that cave. "Me too. You know, I was thinking..." He paused before continuing, "I was wondering, do you think we could meet in the cove for a bit tomorrow? Just the two of us? A-and our dragons, of course..."

He squeezed his eyes shut, suppressing a grin when she ruffled his hair. Once she finished, he reached up to smooth his unruly locks, "I guess it is kinda soft. Not sure what I did to get it that way, but I'm glad you enjoy it, all the same!"

His expression fell a bit, realizing they'd have to say goodbye soon, even if it was only for the night. Reaching up to touch the paint on his cheek, he said, "Right, I uh, I forgot about that..." Standing up as well, he pushed his chair back in.

"Why don't we help each other get the paint off, before I head home?"

[sonicasura]

Got that right. Even Mina finds she has to be very careful around Kafka even before the eggs are laid. And after hatching, his instinct are on overdrive for the first week or so. Bakko keeps himself scares for a least the first month, only then feels the tigher its safe enough to get to properly see the little ones. He is not taking any risks.

Reno and 6 has a bit of leeway, given Kafka sees them both as his own whelps as well. But both don't dare to do much aside from watching from awfar and sometimes brings extra items for Kafka when he needs them.

Kafka is lucky he doesn't need to feed his young for the first days after they hatch. Thanks to a small sack found under them that they'll feed on for the time being. Kafka and his sibs where the same as well. Which is good cause those whelps needs a good clean and replaced the towels with clean onces as well. Along with a few other things he'd like to get done with before he starts to feed them. He is so glad he has his own bedroom when its time to groom the little things, that is not something he wants anyone to see. At least yet.

And yeah, Mina would do just that and of course ask for copies. Which I highly doubt Soshiro has no issue with. He of course asks that in exchange he gets copies of Kafka new clutch. He want 10 and 12 to see what their new siblings look likes, since they can't visit as much as they like anymore.

The twins are eager to meet the little things. But even they know better then to go there as soon as the whelps have hatched. They wait for Mina to call them for when it is safe to do so. Kafka is like any newly made parent, a little bit too protective of his young for it to be safe for anyones health. He'll mellow out given time, but until then they got to respect the line thats been drawn.

Not even Yomi dare to cross that line. He knows his limbs will be teared right off if he did at the best.

It takes about three months or so before the whelps are fully mobile and can properly see and hear. And thats when the chaos starts for everyone involved. All nine of them are sweet little things, but just like their mama they have a talent for trouble and chaos. They also starts eating cooked and smashed vegetables and tiny pieces of meat as well, as now they can stomach a lot more then just what Kafka's body has given them when its feeding time.

And once two years have passed, they leave the nest for good. Which is bittersweet moment for Kafka even if he knows its something that most happen. And over the years, some if not all of them become kaiju pets as well, which earn them a chance to vist their mama and older brothers in a long time.

And now over to Ava, the aunt neither 6, 10 or 12 knew of until they meet her one random day while out for a walk with their respected owners. She do was with her owners as well. Do you want to guess who that is?

I'm not surprised that Kafka is a bit overprotective with his first clutch. Pretty sure most first parents in general act similar. Considering canon Kafka practically scrubbed his stomach/intestines during that Soshiro's Day Off trailer like a sea cucumber, kaiju biology definitely would be weird.

The whelps are guaranteed crawling disasters despite their cuteness. Wonder how many gray hairs and lose scales they'll cause. Also I'm guessing Okonogi is responsible for Ava.

[heartstringsduet]

Ohh for the wip name game - any of them that you would love to talk about but wasn't asked yet!!! Or one that you just wanna gush a little more about!!!

Okay thanks, then let me talk about Fathers. It doesn't have a fancy name yet but it was supposed to explore the relationship of the boys with their fathers-in-law.

So Carlos and Owen. TK and Gabriel.

And basically, the premise is, they both change their minds as they get to know the other. TK starts liking Gabriel more and Carlos starts liking Owen less. Which...is a bold claim, I know. I do love Owen/Carlos scenes. I just also watch the show and think, if I were the partner of TK, would I truly truly always love Owen? I mean it is complicated of course. I don't think Carlos would end up hating Owen. He's too important. But I want him to lose a bit of the glossy admiration and see him as more as a person. This is the part I already started and got a bit deeper in. Gabriel/TK was supposed to be Part II so nothing is written there and for obvious reasons, it might look very different now with how short the time was they knew each other.

(and I actually think it has some of my strongest writing in any WIPs so that's something. I do want to work on it but have sooo many other projects)

This was such a looooong reply. Still, here's a snippet of Fathers:

When Captain Strand enters the room, everyone exits their stupor, this vigil they held around TK’s bed. It’s then that Carlos notices that he hadn’t even greeted them, doesn’t know the people TK works with and has probably burned that bridge by being this impolite. There’s little he can do now, because he doesn’t dare interrupt them as they talk to their Captain. It’s best to use the distraction to slip out the room unnoticed, even if his heart tugs painfully every step he takes away from TK’s side.

There’s no way he can go home now. There’s no way he can overstay his welcome with TK’s father here either. He’ll just change at home, then go to the hospital cafeteria and wait until it feels like reasonable time has passed to return.

“Officer Reyes,” Captain Strand says, just as Carlos is at the door out, “would you mind sticking around for a minute?”

His insides raw, Carlos longs to be rude enough to decline. Contention fosters between Southern politeness and male assertiveness. At last he remembers that staying means a few more moments in the room with TK and it’s suddenly the easiest decision to stay.

Captain Strand pulls up another chair on the other side of the bed and gestures for him to sit. The seat is still warm like Carlos never left. He wonders if the mattress is too, from where he leant on it to hold TK’s arm. Now, he doesn’t dare reach out. Instead Carlos draws back up, slips into the hardened persona like it can shield him from this fatherly presence.

“Sorry for keeping you here longer. You must have come after a long shift.”

“No need to apologize, sir. I--” and here he pauses, unsure on how to finish, but only the truth dares to be spoken, “I want to be here. If that’s okay.”

“You know, TK has never been any good at keeping secrets,” Captain Strand says, smiling at the hand of his son held easily in his now. “Even as a little kid, you could just immediately tell when he lied. It's his eyes. He doesn’t need a tell, his eyes are a window. Anyway... there was no use in telling us he didn’t secretly secretly have candy before dinner, or that he did his homework, or that he didn’t throw sand at the neighbors kid on the playground.”

Carlos had expected questions. Hadn’t expected pieces of TK, he could treasure. It immediately makes his throat burn.

Holding Captain Strand’s gaze now is a herculean task, especially when he hears, “I knew he’d been acting different the past few weeks. But he never told me about you.”