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ACOTAR Headcanons - Gym AU Edition

Some just-for-fun and weirdly specific headcanons based on my own very regular observations.

Feyre: Feyre is actually pretty typical in terms of gymgoing, who tends to fall into her own zone once she has her playlist up and running. She usually starts on the treadmill and people watches before fully getting into her own zone and opting for intuitive workouts that feel right for her at the time rather than going for strict programs or plans. She doesn't sweat. She glistens. She keeps her attire pretty practical with classic, neutral leggings and a tank top. Often shows up with Rhys even though they separate to do their own thing. Honestly, everyone kind of just likes Feyre even if they don't really know her.

Elain: The Soft Gym Girl™ aesthetic incarnate and the social butterfly who makes friends with everyone in her group fitness classes. Is adored by all the older ladies who work out there and knows them all on a first-name basis, and they bond over gardening. Always has her yoga mat and shows up in paler colors and can fearlessly rock a white 'fit, often with a light wrap sweater or cardigan over her workout clothes. She somehow still always looks put-together and perfect after a workout, a low ponytail with curls/waves still intact and hint of color on her cheeks that makes it look more like she's blushing and less like she's just worked out for an hour. Don't underestimate her, though: she can hold her own in any group fitness class and loves the way they leave her feeling.

Nesta: Don't Talk to Me™. Grandmaster of the RBF, who pulls her hair back tightly in a neat, low bun or severe braid so that no strands stray from their place. She will glare at anyone who tries to speak to her/distract her and will usually completely ignore anyone who makes that attempt without even taking off her headphones. Also looks crazy hot despite it all and opts for sleek, plainer, dark outfits (usually matching sets) in cuts that show off her lean, strong form. Only shows up when she feels like it but somehow doesn't lose strength or stamina.

Amren: The Small But Mighty™, who like Nesta falls a little more into the RBF category but also gains a lot of attention by the absolutely stupid amount of weight she moves for her small stature. She's also the one you never quite know what you'll see doing: she might be deadlifting the weight of two Cassians, or she might be pulling some calisthenics in the corner. Nobody knows much about her. Nobody asks. Has been witnessed talking to Nesta; so far the only time the regulars have seen the former smile.

Mor: Bold Gear Girl. She has no fear when it comes to her wardrobe and will wear anything from unforgiving red leggings, to a bodysuit, to a one-strap sports bra. She knows she looks good and isn't afraid to flaunt what she's got, but she also gets in her zone and can keep up with the best of them in just about any type of exercise. She likes taking classes with others and absolutely kills it in Zumba, but she'll just as easily kill it in kickboxing. Also much stronger than her feminine, curvy frame gives away. When that belt goes on (and it's definitely pink), it's game time.

Rhys: Despite being called "out of shape" by Cassian and Azriel, Rhys is anything but. Like Feyre, he tends to not stand out too much aside from his looks and presence, but definitely still gets noticed for his beauty and sensuality by all the women (and a few men). Definitely dressed head-to-toe in name brand gear that fits his body beautifully to the point of being sinful. The Pretty One™ that's caused at least one gym girlie to walk into a wall or trip over something while trying to watch him. Often shows up with Feyre even though they separate to do their own thing. Has big Married Man and Loyal energy. Wears his wedding ring through every single workout. Silently judges really bad gym 'fits with Feyre. The old ladies who work out there are convinced he's the guy from their sexy billionaire romance novels and they absolutely talk fantasies about him over lunch afterwards.

Cassian: The Fit Pro™. The Trainer, unofficial or otherwise who has the training and education to know exactly how to train his body and others' to maximize both efficiency and benefits. This man is Strong™. He's also built a social media following and has accidentally become something like an influencer because of his funny, easygoing personality and wicked smile. May or may not be hypped up on pre-workout. He will program the perfect workout to meet his friends' goals but is also excellent at improvising. Always willing to train his friends. Unironically and completely intentionally wearing The Sweatpants™. The only man brave enough to ask Nesta how many reps she has left or crazy enough to do so while grinning. Will not do yoga or Zumba. Is convinced both would cause him irreparable injury. Surprisingly agile and quick with rock climbing despite his size. Cannot be left unsupervised for too long. Is universally loved by all of the old ladies and hugs them. The old men really like him too and like to share "back in my day" stories when they used to lift a lot more weight, too. Got kicked out of Planet Fitness.

Azriel: The Strong and Silent Walking Sin™, who always has his headphones on, is always wearing all black, and considers muscle-up ring dips a normal part of his warm-up. This man shows up in layers of black gym gear and is peak V-shape aesthetic, with the kind of shoulder-waist ratio that makes other guys simultaneously jealous and question their sexuality. Nobody knows much of anything about him, but he never misses a workout and he's too many people's gym crush. When that hoodie/pump cover comes off, it's all over. Hits the mat with MMA guys or Cassian on occasion and forces a submission with the former fast. He always knows more about you than you know about him and has probably somehow overheard every conversation you never wanted him to.

Lucien: Simultaneously the Endurance Guy™ and the Social Butterfly™ with a well-rounded, smart training plan. Sure, he's not as big as Cassian or as intense as Azriel, but he's also no slouch when it comes to strength training and is regularly underestimated in it despite his strong, fit body. King of bodyweight exercises with crazy stamina. He's the guy who will overlap you ten times over on the track without breaking a sweat while you're dying. He isn't as quickly noticed when he walks in, but the ones who notice him do so thoroughly. Aesthetics are his middle name. Will kick your ass in a Spartan--only Azriel and Cassian can really compete with him there. Lucien's top of the line in terms of speed and overall agility. Knows everybody's business, but keeps it to himself. Will tease you a little, but will also help you out if you have a question. Likes to wrap things up by lounging by the pool during the warm seasons. Seems like he's spent a lot of time outdoors. Can also handle the rock wall and bouldering like a pro. The old ladies absolutely adore him and keep trying to set him up with their granddaughters.

Tamlin: Pretty, But Distant. Tamlin keeps to himself and focuses mostly on strength training through weightlifting. He's strong as hell but isn't necessarily pushing himself too hard for a new PR. Never asks for a spotter and takes a few seconds too many switching through songs on his playlist. He does genuinely look good, but currently isn't putting off the vibe of someone you could get close to. Not quite getting those revenge reps from his messy breakup in yet, but he's getting there. Raises an eyebrow and stares at grunters with a look of mild annoyance, then ends up moving far more weight with ease and in silence. Unclear if this is out of pettiness or not (but it's low-key funny af).

Ianthe: The Influencer™ with a full face of makeup, a one-strapped sports bra, and the up-the-ass bike shorts trying to get the perfect selfie. Is sitting on the equipment far too long and is starting to annoy people. Spends more time finding the perfect lighting, walking around the gym trying to pick up men, and somehow always being at the front of the weight room doing hip thrusts or bent-over rows with 2 lb. dumbbells. Makes eye contact on the hip abductor.

Jurian: Slightly loud and a little competitive, but also can usually back up his talk and what he's able to accomplish. This guy occasionally disappears at random, but is overall consistent and somehow knows everybody's business (and will bring it up). Probably the one grunting at the same amount of weight Amren's deadlifting.

Tarquin: The Fish™. This man is in the pool at 5:00 a.m. every day and swims a number of laps so smoothly and quickly that Ryan Lochte is nearly able to construct a coherent sentence. When he's not in the pool, he's quietly drifting around the weight room and resistance machines. King of the lat pull-downs. He's pretty sensible overall and doesn't stand out too much outside of the pool even though he looks amazing. Also a popular choice among the old lady crowd. Had to kick Cassian out of Planet Fitness.

Varian: Amren's shadow and designated spotter even though she doesn't need one. Nobody's entirely sure what he does. He kind of just hangs out.

Helion: Gym Daddy™. Helion brings as much knowledge to the floor as he brings swagger. It's hard not to notice him and he's strong af, but somehow makes everything he does look easy and like he's not even trying. Has definitely messed with Cassian at one point or another by "easily" moving a close-to-max weight while carrying on a conversation. Somehow makes everything look slightly sexual even if unintentionally. Keeps thorough records of his training sessions and almost always has a small notebook or notepad with him to do so.

Thesan: The Machines Guy. Thesan likes a workout where he can focus and get into his own zone, and he likes to do so a bit more quietly and on his own time. He's not competitive. He's just here for his health, but is polite if approached. He's fit but isn't the heavy lifter or endurance guy that some of the others are. Pretty generally well-liked; isn't sure how to answer the sweet old ladies' comments about them "having a granddaughter!" for him but is polite about it anyway.

Sorry, I don't know Eris, Emerie, Vassa, etc. enough yet to include them, so feel free to add on!

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renxzs · 2 years ago

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Flight to Orynth x Rowaelin | AO3 | Masterlist

Summary: Aelin’s flight is delayed due to inclement weather. Thankfully she has a certain silver haired stranger to keep her company.

Word Count: 4.3k

CW: nsfw (18+ only), strangers in an airport, slight praise kink, modern au

Aelin: September 9th

Lysandra: ???

Aelin: Save the date. For my upcoming wedding to the hottest fucking male I’ve ever laid my eyes upon. 🥵

Lysandra: SEND PIC

Aelin: hahaha, uh no.

Lysandra: Aelin!! pleeaasse

Aelin: I’m not snapping a photo of a stranger like a fucking creep.

Lysandra: May I remind you of our trip to Wendlyn last summer…

Aelin’s eyes narrowed imperceptibly with a snort. Her best friend loved to play dirty.

Her gaze cut up across the sitting area to the unsuspecting male. His nose continued to be buried in a novel. Of course, he just had to be a reader, too. Gods help her.

Aelin: FINE

Lysandra: 😁😘

Her heart thudded wildly in her chest as her eyes were drawn back to the silver haired male still focused on his book. She wasn’t normally so easily rattled by a male, let alone one across a large room whom she hadn’t even spoken to.

It was just one silly picture.

Attempting to be inconspicuous, Aelin shifted the angle of her phone until the lens brought the subject of her attention into focus. He was truly a beautiful specimen… Gods, get a grip. Her thumb hit the shutter button and snapped a few back-to-back frames.

Recrossing her legs, Aelin pulled up the most recent photo in her album app. A hint of a smile dusted her lips while she drank in the male. The photo didn’t do him justice, yet somehow was still unfairly flattering. And that quiet smirk tugging on his lips had faint flutters stirring low in her belly.

Aelin’s teeth dragged over her bottom lip as she sent the photo off to Lys, who must have been poised and ready to pounce. Her response was near immediate.

Lysandra: GODS FUCK, AELIN.

Her teeth clamped down harder to stifle her laugh.

Aelin: I know!

Lysandra: THE MUSCLES.

Lysandra: THE FACE.

Aelin: I know!!!!

Aelin: Lys, I’ve never wanted a stranger so bad. 🥵 it’s been way too long.. I’m dying over here.

Lysandra: Go climb that male like a tree. NOW!

Aelin: 😂

Lysandra: I’m dead serious. You’re hot as fuck. It’d be a damn blessing for any male to—

Aelin slammed her phone face down onto her lap when a low voice practically purred, “If you need a close up, don’t be afraid to ask.” The lilt of his accent thrummed through her in all the best places.

She whipped to where the voice had come from, only to be brought up short with that gorgeous silver haired male now occupying the seat to her left.

Proximity only enhanced his already attractive features—piercing emerald that banded his pupils, sharp lines and strong jaw, thick lashes that every male seemed to undeservingly have, plush soft pink lips that curved into a self-assured smirk.

Aelin’s eyes snagged on swirls of black ink peeking out just above his shirt collar. His sleeves were pushed up to the elbow, exposing powerful arms—the left one covered in more ink down to his wrist. Her fingers itched to uncover if his sleeve connected to the tattoo on his chest.

Gods, she could quite possibly die. Her pulse hammered in her ears and her palms felt clammy with the shock of being caught.

With a clearing of her throat, she shoved the embarrassment down and grabbed furiously at the threads of inner bravado she could typically summon so easily.

Aelin leveled her gaze with his then quipped, “Can a female be blamed for admiring the male form?”

His smirk grew as his eyes flicked down her body before settling back on her face. “Certainly not.”

Her current travel attire consisted of her favorite pair of yoga pants that nicely accentuated her toned legs and ass, and a cropped hoodie that tastefully exposed a section of her midriff—practical and cozy, but also cute. Her new companion seemed to agree.

The male relaxed back in his seat, slightly orienting his body towards her. He reached out a large bronze hand, “I’m Rowan.”

His grasp was warm and firm. “Aelin.”

Rowan hummed appreciatively, his hand lingering against hers a moment longer. “Pretty.”

Heat rose to her neck and cheeks. Averting her gaze, Aelin’s eyes fell to the phone in her lap. This was all Lysandra’s fault. She just knew her best friend would be laughing herself silly if she were privy to Aelin’s current situation.

Aelin subtly shifted in her seat as well, to better see Rowan. She made a show of recrossing her legs, letting her right foot bob freely in the air. His gaze tracked the movement, leaving a trail of heat tingling up the length of her leg.

“So what brings you to this fine establishment on a stormy Tuesday evening?” Aelin asked airly with a wave of her hand to their general surroundings.

Rowan chuckled, laugh lines crinkling around pretty green eyes. “Your flight grounded due to the weather, too?”

She nodded her confirmation. “Orynth. You?”

The corners of his lips upturned. “Same. Flying in from Doranelle after visiting on holiday.” She wondered idly who exactly he might’ve been visiting. Friends, family—a significant other?

“I try to go home at least twice a year,” Rowan supplied, as if her thoughts were written across her face. “Though my cousins insist it’s not enough,” he chuckled. So family, then.

Aelin hummed. “So you work and live in Orynth then?”

“Yeah. I took a position back in the fall at UT.” She raised an eyebrow. Snagging a position at the University of Terrasen was an impressive feat. “I love it so far,” Rowan continued. “And Terrasen is a beautiful country.”

She couldn’t help the fond smile that curved her lips. “It really is.” She gently nudged his calf with her foot and crooned, “What is it you teach, Professor?”

The change was subtle, but Aelin swore his pupils dilated ever so slightly. Interesting. Rowan snorted, “History.”

“Explains the novel,” she said, dipping her chin towards the worn war book tucked into a side pocket of his carryon bag.

“What can I say, it’s an area of interest.”

Aelin’s smile broadened with mischief. “I could provide a few recommendations if you’re looking to add a bit of spice to your repertoire.”

Rowan’s head tipped back as he barked a laugh. “Oh, Aelin—I’m quite sure you could.”

Her name wrapped in his voice was like whiskey, all smooth burning heat. Her belly swooped with the suggestion coloring his tone.

“And what is it that you do, outside of your personal interest in photography?” He gave her a cheeky grin. “Surely assassin is off the list. You’re about as subtle as a flying brick.”

Aelin hit his arm playfully, refusing to allow her subsiding flush of embarrassment to rise to the surface of her skin again. “I work in publishing,” with a muttered bastard under her breath. To which Rowan heard perfectly, if his amused chuckle was any indication.

“Ahh, so you truly are equipped to hand out recommendations then,” he surmised.

Aelin leaned a bit into his space and hummed a confirmation, then added, “But the spicy recs are solely of personal interest.”

Her eyes tracked the bob of his throat as he swallowed thickly. She rested back into her seat again with a satisfied smirk.

Rowan’s gaze darted to the large screen mounted by their gate, skimming the information displayed. A moment later, his pine-green eyes were focused back on her. A quiet heat began to unfurl in the pit of her stomach as she held his stare.

His words were soft when he spoke. “Flight is still delayed for the foreseeable future. Let me buy you a drink.”

She pretended to mull over the pros and cons of sharing a drink with this virtual stranger—incredibly attractive virtual stranger. It wasn’t like she had anything else better to do to pass the time while stuck in this gods-forsaken airport. She couldn’t deny he would still likely be her first choice, regardless.

Rowan’s quiet confidence seemed to slightly waver with her prolonged silence, as if he were second guessing his offer and assessment of where they stood with one another on the flirting spectrum.

Aelin mercifully put a stop to his internal backtracking and offered her hand, accepting his invitation. The brilliant smile she received in response warmed through her as she allowed Rowan to pull her to her feet.

Aelin: I’m having drinks with him at the bar.. 🙈

Lysandra: OMG! I demand every single detail as soon as you land!!!

Lysandra: and BE SAFE.

Aelin: I will, promise 😘

Aelin smiled softly to herself as she returned her phone to an inner pocket of her work bag. Rowan sidled up to their shared high-top table and placed a second glass of red in front of her. She murmured a thank you before taking a long sip.

Rowan gave a nod as he settled on the stool across from her, a whiskey neat cradled between his large hands. Large, tan hands that she wondered how would feel exploring her body…

Aelin tightly squeezed her thighs together to stave off the growing ache between her legs. But the teasing pressure only stoked the flames licking to life beneath her skin. The warm buzz of the wine also wasn’t helping matters, nor was her current 9 month stint of celibacy since her breakup with Chaol.

“So,” he drawled before taking a dreg from his whiskey glass. “Are you ever going to share why you were snapping pictures earlier?”

Aelin slumped in her stool with an abashed groan, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“That was not my finest moment.” She risked a peek at him; open, gentle amusement shone back. “I’m sorry for that by the way.”

“I’m not.” Rowan said matter-of-fact. “It gave me the excuse I was desperate for to approach you.”

Aelin’s heart stuttered.

“I also hoped it meant that I’d maybe caught your eye, too,” he admitted softly.

She sat frozen for a moment, stunned by his revelation. Then wordlessly emptied the last remnants of her wine glass before sliding off the stool. It took all of two steps before she found herself well in Rowan’s space. Crisp snow and pine mixed with spicy undertones of a cologne filled her lungs. The heat emanating from his body made her head spin.

Her fingertips brushed featherlight alongside the edge of his strong jaw, savoring the nip of his stubble. Gently, Aelin turned his face towards hers and leaned in close. Rowan met her halfway, his breath soft against her lips as they both hesitated for a moment, then closed the remaining space between them.

The kiss was gentle, exploratory. Rowan tasted like the whiskey he was drinking, and she wanted to drink every bit of him down. Aelin gripped his shirt to pull him closer. The heat of his skin burned through her when he cupped her face, thumb smoothing over her cheekbone.

Rowan tilted her head back further for better access, tongue dancing across the seam of her lips. Aelin moaned softly, immediately opening her mouth to him. Rowan’s free hand had traveled to the swell of her hip and flexed tightly in response. Holding steady, keeping her close.

A pointed throat clearing cut through their reverie.

Her eyes cut over to the lonely looking patron two tables over who was going to great efforts to not stare at them. Her focus slid back to glinting pine-green eyes, and she clamped her lips shut to suppress the bubbling laugh—at this ridiculously crazy situation and the dazed look that overtook Rowan’s features.

“There’s a single unit restroom down that corridor,” she murmured with a slight incline of her head in the direction behind him, eyes smoldering as they peered up through thick lashes. “Meet me there in 5?”

“Yes.” His vehemence crackled through her veins.

The corner of Aelin’s mouth tugged upwards, and she extracted herself from his grasp. Wordlessly grabbing her work bag, she slipped past him in the direction of the restroom.

Aelin’s heart pounded rapidly in her ears, blood roaring with anticipation as the door snicked close behind her. Shaky fingers hung her bag on a courtesy hook before she turned to face the mirror.

Fiery blue eyes reflected back, bright and wild. Her cheeks, neck, and chest flushed with a healthy mix of arousal and adrenalin. She was really going to do this—fuck a stranger in an airport bathroom. Heat shot down her spine and pooled between her legs with the thought.

Mind so addled with lust and need, it was difficult to find reason not to do it. Her body burned with want for Rowan—very well might die from it without proper release.

Aelin leaned her palms against the sink counter and loosed a jagged breath. Breathe.

A soft knock echoed in the small space and she belatedly realized she hadn’t locked the door. Relief flooded over her as silver tendrils came into view, followed by the rest of him.

Anticipation twisted in her gut as Rowan clicked the deadbolt into place and turned to her. She swore the temperature of the room steadily rose when their eyes locked in the mirror.

Rowan dropped his bag to the floor and sidled up behind Aelin, his body heat and scent enveloping her. She bit back a moan, leaning into him.

He brushed thick golden tresses over to one shoulder, then pressed a kiss behind the shell of her ear, warm breath ticking. Aelin shivered. Rowan trailed open-mouthed kisses across her jaw and down her throat. Tipping her head to the side, she offered him more skin to claim.

“I’ve–I’ve never… done–” a sharp hiss turned moan interrupted her thoughts as teeth bit the sensitive flesh between her shoulder and neck before licking the hurt away.

“Never,” he rasped in agreement.

Rowan fingered the hem of her cropped sweatshirt before Aelin yanked it over her head without hesitation. His eyes grew impossibly darker, nostrils softly flaring at the sight of her pert rosy nipples through the sheer lace bralette.

Rowan snaked an arm across her chest, brushing a peaked nipple with his thumb and affectionately squeezing her breast. The other firmly held her hips against his, grinding against her backside.

“Never,” he repeated. “But you’re so fucking perfect, Aelin. I can’t help myself.”

Her name on his tongue was going to be her undoing.

The incessant press of his stiff erection at the seam of her ass had her eyes nearly rolling in the back of her head. But it wasn’t enough. She wanted more, more, more.

His arms tightened as she attempted to turn, holding her in place to face the mirror.

“Rowan,” she ground out in frustration.

Rowan tutted at her, wrapping his left hand around her throat to apply light pressure while the right wandered down the flat plane of her stomach. “Patience, sweetheart.” His fingers inched closer, barely dipping below the waistline of her pants, taunting.

The tension tightly coiling low in her gut was unbearable. Aelin gripped the wrist of his teasing hand, nails biting into tan skin. Her hips instinctively rolled, seeking his touch, but he didn’t budge.

“Please,” she whimpered, and he nibbled at her earlobe in response. Gods, she was going to lose her ever-loving mind. “Rowan, please please touch me.”

His fingers tightened the slightest bit around her throat. Piercing green pinned her in place through the mirror’s reflection, his smile purely predatory. “Now how can I resist such pretty begging?”

Aelin swallowed thickly, eyes following the descent of his hand.

Her nerve endings exploded when he finally, finally touched where she ached for him most. Utterly helpless to the groan that tore from her throat.

Rowan’s fingers moved in tight lazy circles over the bundle of nerves. His other hand slid from her neck to the curve of her jaw, gently turning Aelin’s head to the side.

“Shhh,” he soothed against her lips. “I want nothing more–gods,” Rowan sputtered, fingers dipping to her center, coating them in her dripping arousal. “–than to hear you scream yourself hoarse on my fingers, on my cock.”

Aelin loosed a shuddering breath as said cock twitched against her ass.

Rowan’s slick fingers slid back to her clit and her whole body tensed. He nipped at her bottom lip, “But I need you to keep quiet this time. Can you do that for me?”

She nodded, dazed.

“Good girl,” he crooned before kissing her deeply, thoroughly.

Aelin lost herself to the slide of his mouth against hers and the press of his touch at her sex. His hand dropped from her face to her breast, pinching one of her stiff nipples, sending a shock of pleasure through her. Then, without warning, Rowan pushed a finger into her heat, then added a second one.

After a few pumps, he eased in a third digit. “You’re doing so well, sweetheart.” His voice was sinful. “Have to make sure you’re nice ‘n ready for me.”

He greedily swallowed down her moans. Pumping slowly in and out of her, her walls stretching to accommodate.

Their kiss broke on a gasp that stole the breath from her lungs as Rowan curled his fingers to rub that spot along her inner walls. Her body clenching around his thick digits and toes curling in her shoes.

Rowan chuckled lowly. “Ohh, right there?” She nodded mutely.

He pressed a kiss to throat. “Use your words, Aelin.”

“Yes,” she groaned, hips undulating in time with his thrusts. “Gods, yes. Right there—nnh, fuck.”

The blatant neediness in her voice should’ve been embarrassing, but she was half out of her mind to care.

Rowan rewarded her with the firm press of his thumb to her clit, his fingers continually pumping into her. “Such a good fucking girl for me."

Aelin’s body trembled with the building pressure, overwhelmed with the effect of his words and touches. Surely she would combust any second and the wildfire roaring beneath her skin would consume her whole.

Rowan sunk his teeth into her pulse point and her body arched, pleasure rocketing through her. The impossibly wound coil deep in her gut finally snapping. Aelin nearly sobbed from relief, sagging against the strong arm across her chest.

Rowan’s hand lazily coaxed the last remnants of pleasure from her as she finished riding the wave of her orgasm. Their heavy breaths and his fingers gently pushing through the slick between her thighs the only sounds filling the space.

Not until he ensured she was fully sated did he pull away from her heat, dragging his fingers up the center of her body to leave a glistening trail in their wake. Aelin swallowed thickly as he brought those fingers to his lips to lick them clean. Humming like she was the sweetest thing he’s had the pleasure of tasting.

Aelin turned on shaky legs and hastily dragged his face to hers, lips colliding in a soul searing kiss. Rowan lifted and sat her on the bathroom counter without severing contact. Large hands tangled in her hair, tipping her head back to open her up further. Aelin hummed against the brush of his tongue.

Hands tugged impatiently at his shirt as she mumbled “off” against his lips. Rowan chuckled but obliged nonetheless.

Her bottom lip caught between her teeth as her eyes unabashedly devoured the muscled expanse of his heaving chest. The inked sleeve on his left arm indeed connected seamlessly to the whirling designs spanning across his left pec, licking up the base of his neck. She swallowed an appreciative groan.

“Gods, it’s unfair how fucking hot you are.” Aelin lightly scraped her nails over the ridges of his abdominal muscles.

“You’re one to talk.”

She smirked, but didn’t respond.

Her focus was instead drawn to the impressive bulge straining painfully against the zip of his jeans. Rowan grunted when she palmed him through the material. Then so slowly popped the button open and dragged the zipper down. Aelin worked the jeans and boxer briefs over his hips until his erection was freed and bobbing just below his navel.

Her eyes widened.

By the wryd, he was massive. No wonder he took such care in working her with his fingers first.

The smug grin was wiped clean from his face when she wrapped a hand around him. His head fell against her shoulder, releasing a jagged breath as she methodically worked her hand up and down his length.

Rowan mindlessly thrusted into her hand with soft groans. His full body shuddered when she squeezed the head of his cock and pressed her thumb to the weeping slit.

He bit out a curse, firmly gripping her wrist. “I’m not going to last if you keep that up.”

“Isn’t that the point?” She asked sweetly.

Rowan dragged his thumb across her lip. “You’re such a wicked thing.”

She hummed then wriggled her hips in silent command. Rowan didn’t need further elaboration, hooking his large hands in the band of her underwear and pants, slowly peeling them down her toned legs, also discarding her shoes in the process. At his gentle prod she spread her thighs, exposing herself fully to him.

The debauched groan that ripped deep from within his chest shot straight to her core. Pine-green eyes glazed as they settled on her glistening sex.

“Rowan,” she whispered. “Please.”

Her words snapped him into action. Gripping the base of his cock, he notched the swollen head against her entrance.

His body went rigid. “Fuck.”

“What? What’s wrong?” Trying to keep panic from edging in her voice.

“I don’t have a condom.” Rowan looked physically pained, tone forlorn.

Oh.

“Fuck, Aelin, I’m sorry.” He bowed to rest his forehead against hers. She tried very hard to block out the feel of him nudging against her folds with the movement. “I didn’t expect—hadn’t plann–”

Aelin silenced him with a kiss, slow and gentle. Her fingers delicately twined with the silvery strands at the nape of his neck.

“Fuck me, Rowan.” His cock twitched against her thigh.

He traced his thumb across her collarbone. “Are you sure?”

“I’m on birth control and I’m clean. Are you?”

“Yes,” he answered—to both questions. She nodded with understanding.

She stroked his length, then realigned him with her entrance.

“Then fuck me.”

So he did, pushing into her with a powerful thrust. Rowan slotted his mouth over Aelin’s to muffle her cries. Her toes curled tightly at the backs of his thighs, struggling to find any space within her for breath. Rowan panted, giving her time to adjust. Strong muscles shaking with barely controlled restraint.

After a moment, hips rolled against his in silent command. And Rowan obliged, pulling out to the tip before snapping into her heat again. Over and over.

Aelin’s head dropped back on a strangled moan as her nails dug into his flesh, seeking purchase anywhere.

“You take my cock so well, Aelin,” he bit out. “So fucking good for me.”

Rowan groaned as she clenched around him. Never in her life had she been so gods-damned aroused. She was going to come from his words alone, taking her apart piece by piece.

“Please, please, Rowan.”

His hand slipped between their sweaty bodies and drew pants from her pretty mouth that grew breathier and higher with each passing stroke. Until finally a wave of pleasure crested over her and she shattered around him.

Rowan nearly choked as her core contracted tightly around him. He buried a hand in her hair and brought her mouth to his in a rough kiss, the pace of his thrusts growing erratic. Then he was groaning loudly against her lips, finally meeting his release deep within her.

Aelin gently scraped her nails against his scalp and hummed into his mouth as his hips rocked slowly into hers, milking the last of their shared pleasure.

They stayed like that for long moments, Rowan still buried inside her and their lips exploring languidly. Separating only once a shiver ran through her body, the sweat gathered in the dip of her lower back cooling.

Rowan murmured against her skin through a smile, “Let's get you dressed.”

Aelin made a noise of protest as he pulled out of her, but allowed him to gently wipe her clean before helping her back into her clothes. Once fully dressed and steadied on her feet, Rowan tilted her chin with a tenderness that made her heart ache and gave her a lingering kiss.

“When we get back to Orynth, let me take you to dinner.”

With a little shrug, Aelin gave him a simpering smile. “It’s the very least you could do.”

Rowan snorted, despite the bright grin splitting his face. Then shook his head with quiet amusement, “So wicked.”

Aelin finally settled into her seat on the plane.

A smile seemed to permanently occupy her lips since she and Rowan slipped from the bathroom earlier.

Rowan. Gods, what an unexpected surprise he turned out to be.

Aelin slipped her phone from her pocket, preparing to switch it to Airplane Mode. Just as she swiped away the lock screen, a text notification scrolled across the top from her newest added contact. Biting her lip, Aelin tapped on the notification to open up the new iMessage thread.

Rowan: See you soon, sweetheart.

Warmth flooded her chest. Before she could type a response, her phone vibrated again with an additional incoming text and an image.

Rowan: ps. you can’t blame this poor male for admiring your exquisite form either. 😉

Aelin’s head jerked up to stare at the mop of silver hair seated several rows ahead of her, mouth agape for several seconds. Her lips twitched into a smirk, snorting in disbelief as her eyes fell back to the image on her phone.

An image of her from hours ago, stretching out in her seat with a hand running through her hair. Frankly, it was a good candid putting the lines of her body on display in the best way.

The stewardess’ voice crackled through the overhead speaker, directing passengers to please secure their seatbelts, close their dropdown trays, and switch all electronics to airplane mode.

Aelin fired a quick response back before toggling on Airplane Mode: Sneaky bastard!

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#rowaelin #rowaelin fanfic #rowaelin smut #aelin ashryver galathynius #rowan whitethorn #throne of glass fic #throne of glass

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a-casual-kpopfan · 2 years ago

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CCDI-0401 : Chuu

A/N: Consider this as a thank you because recently I just hit 1500+ followers! Please enjoy!

“Do I really need to join you for this episode Jiwoo?” You ask your girlfriend Kim Jiwoo as she’s dragging you inside a studio for a shooting of ChuuCanDoit. “Yes oppa! Trust me, you’ll like this episode!” You roll your eyes as it’s late in the afternoon, you were really hoping to get some barbecue tonight.

As you enter the studio, you did notice that Jiwoo is wearing quite a long trench coat. It’s not raining and it’s not cold enough for this kind of attire, what could she be up to?

“Jiwoo-ah, what’s with the get up? Are you going to interrogate someone?” You chuckle as Jiwoo just looks back at you with her usual big smile. “It’s a surprise!” You didn’t know what to feel, whether to be terrified what might come next or feel excited.

“And we’re here!” Jiwoo pushes open the door leading to an open dance studio, but something has caught your eye. You would never imagine in a million years that this is what Jiwoo would be doing.

Pole dancing.

“Jiwoo, I thought this season is about… Exercising?” Jiwoo walks to the wall with a coat hanger and looks over at you with a smirk. “It is! A lot of core exercises!” Jiwoo then pulls off her coat exposing her body, wearing only a bright blue yoga short and a tight white Adidas tank top. Her pale skin is at its maximum exposure, you don’t even think Jiwoo is wearing a bra under the tank top.

“J-J-Jiwoo?” You were flabbergasted, astonished, and, shocked. You lost all thoughts, your mind came to a blank, lost as ever when Jiwoo started walking towards you. You watched as each step she took, the more her white, thick and milky thighs would jiggle, ever since leaving BBC and working out more for CCDI, Jiwoo has been looking much healthier, much tastier.

The closer she got, the better look you get. You can confirm that Jiwoo is definitely not wearing… Breast support as her cute little titties are bouncing freely underneath her top. Now being so fixated on her chest, you notice her nipples are started to erect do to being exposed to colder air than being warm underneath her jacket.

“Hey! My eyes are up here!” Jiwoo points to her eyes with one hand, then taking the tripod bag off you with her other hand, with of course her large smile. “What are you up to?” Jiwoo opens the bag to stand a tripod up and attaching a single camera that Jiwoo carried with her. “I told you, it’s to record a special episode of ChuuCanDoIt!”

You shrug as you take your jacket off and hang it up next to hers, then finding somewhere to sit but only to find there’s a single seat in the room and that’s generally behind the camera, the best view to watch Jiwoo as she can make eye contact with you.

Jiwoo walks over to the windows and undo the blinds, covering the view outside and to keep the following event inside for you and your eyes only. The one smiling and happy peach, the Jiwoo that the world knows as Chuu, has completely changed. “Time for our lesson.” Jiwoo slowly walks towards the pole with a smirk, keeping eye contact with you.

You swallowed all the saliva that was pooled in your mouth, ever so often you see Jiwoo act like this, and it never fails to make you salivate. “Now let’s get started on some of the basics. I saw this online while researching.” Jiwoo then grabs the pole a feet inches taller than her height, then slight hopping up for her leg to wrap around it so she could hold herself up.

“Oppa! Look! I’m on a pole!” Jiwoo giggles as she starts spinning herself around the pole. You couldn’t help yourself but chuckle at her excitement, but that changed like a flip of a switch. Jiwoo’s giggles have disappeared and became a focused although seductive glare. The now to be pole dancer has brought her other hand to the pole so now she’s fully faced at the pole.

You watch Jiwoo bring her other leg forward resulting in her leaning back, leaning quite back. Jiwoo’s back was facing you which in turn, the more she leans back, the more cleavage gets more exposed towards you. Jiwoo releases the pole from her leg’s grasp, and gently letting herself slip in towards the pole, making contact with the lips in between her thighs.

“Ahhh…”

The coldness of the pole has made contact making Jiwoo a smidge sensitive, while you also start becoming “sensitive.” Jiwoo tightens her grip around the pole with her thighs, her squeals grow louder the more she rubs herself around the pole.

You feel your pants starting to tighten up, oh how you want to pin Jiwoo to the floor right now and ruin her tight pussy, but instead you sat there quietly trying to hold yourself. “Wooo, I’m getting dizzy.” You can see Jiwoo loosen her grip around the pole in between her thighs, she starts sliding down, slowly.

Very slowly.

“Mmmmmm… Ahh…” You can see the pole where Jiwoo was holding herself to is glistening a little more than before. “Oo… It seems I glazed the pole…” You watched her slowly land on the floor; she slowly pulls one of her hands away to see that she’s touched the sticky residue. “Oh, it’s become sticky.” She says while spreading her fingers slowly to watch the residue spread in between.

“I wonder…” To your surprise, Jiwoo slips in her index finger in her mouth, sucking on it and making a small popping noise once she pulls out of her mouth. “That was good, do you want to see me try more?” Jiwoo directs her eyes towards you with a little smirk, while her finger is being slightly bitten between her teeth.

You nod your head to let Jiwoo know that you want her to continue, and so, she does. “I need more flavour.” Jiwoo then brings her hand down to an emerging wet spot of her shorts, she moans at the slightest touch from herself, if it were you, she would be on the table already getting her ass blasted.

Jiwoo digs in a little, trying to scoop up more of the juices out of her now juicing pussy. “Ahhh... I hope I’m getting a lot…” Jiwoo then sucks on her middle and ring fingers, as those were the main fingers she used. You then started biting your bottom lip, getting quite anxious as you don’t know if you can pull your pants down and start stroking.

“Are you getting horny oppa?” Jiwoo then lays back on the floor, raising both her knees up, feet planted on the floor. “Take off your pants.” Jiwoo commands you before she started massaging her small breast through that thin tank top she decided to wear today, you guess that’s why Jiwoo isn’t wearing a bra.

Convenience.

With question or retorts, you pull your pants and underwear together in one go, flinging your manhood out in the brisk air of the room. “Aw, yeah… That’s right…” Jiwoo proceeds to lift her shirt up, exposing one of her boobs, all for the camera in front to record. “Start stroking.” Her wish is your command.

You started stroking for the amusement of Jiwoo. The once innocent peach has changed to one that’s beginning to ripen and squirt it’s juices out, all for you to watch. The now horned up peach laying on the floor, is pinching her bare nipple, slowly rubbing her clothed folds along the pole that she’s still very much attached to.

Jiwoo’s moans grow stronger as she continued watching you stroke yourself, every minute or see to tell you to do it either faster or slower. You can see from her strokes along the pole is getting stronger, deeper even.

“Fuck… Ah… Oppa, you look so- Ha- Hot…” Jiwoo adds her free hand, rubbing her clit still outside of her shorts, it has come to your attention she isn’t wearing underwear either. “Ah, yes! Yes! There!” Jiwoo stimulating herself from her clit and the pole at the same time, pinching her nipple harder than ever.

And in one loud scream, the small wet stain in between her thighs has now made her short in a giant piece of wet fabric. “Ah fuck… That was… Great…” Jiwoo’s body now rests on the floor with her lower half in a pool of her liquids. You were still hard as a rock, stroking yourself to the mess on the floor.

“I don’t think that was- Ha- Enough for an episode.” Jiwoo catches her breathe for a moment before sitting up, moving away from the pole for a second. “Let’s make this easier now.” She stands up, grabbing the hem of her shorts to only pull them down and get thrown to the side. “It’s laundry day anyways.”

You watched the shorts hit the floor; a loud wet slap was all that was heard from the drenched pair of shorts. You move your sights back to Jiwoo who’s now on all fours, moving back up into the pole. “Is she really going back to masturbating on the pole?” Is what you thought before her now expose pussy lips make contact with the assuming cold metal.

You watch Jiwoo bring her peach up in the air, the folds in between her legs, her thighs, envelop part of the pole. There were signs of hunger in her that you never seen before, a level of horniess that never had been reached before, a whole new version of Jiwoo that no one outside of you would never ever see.

Jiwoo’s face falls on the floor, pleasure can be seen from the expressions on her face, she’s enjoying this just as much as you are. Her face turns into a beet red, you can feel the room warming up with all the heat coming off of Jiwoo. You continue stroking for Jiwoo to watch as she started to stimulate her clit while feeling herself onto the pole and the other hand grabbing her left breast, massaging it and rubbing her nipples.

“Oh, fuck Wooming.”

You felt a sudden urge in yourself watching Jiwoo make herself in a hot fucking mess on the floor, but you felt like something was missing. “What’s wrong oppa?” Jiwoo stopped her actions, slowly moving away from the pole. You were confused why she’s stopped, but Jiwoo slowly approaches you on all fours with a smirk on her face.

“I bet you need help, you can’t do it by yourself.” Jiwoo’s voice was low, stimulating and in a sultry tone that you don’t hear so often. “Does baby need help?” She asks as she crawls in front of you, now her arms on top of your lap, resting her head on her arms as she stares and holds onto your cock.

“It looks so good… It feels so hard… I wonder how it’ll feel inside me.” Jiwoo’s expression changed from wondering to a large smile. “Tell me, does baby need help?” She begins to stroke your cock for you, waiting for your reply. “I need help Wooming.” But she doesn’t do anything, just continuing slowly, long strokes. “What was that?”

“Baby needs help.”

And with that, Jiwoo acts. She straightens herself up and places both hands on each of your thighs, leaning closer to your crotch, kissing your little head then spitting on it. “Let me take care of baby.” A smirk is seen on her face while she rubs her mouth made lubricant around your forever erected cock, but that smirk goes away in a snap of a finger due to Jiwoo swallowing up your piece in her mouth.

Your moan reaches an all time high, never had Jiwoo ever deep throated you before. It turns you on harder and harder hearing Jiwoo gagging due to you inside of her mouth, in a moment she pulls out to take a breath but goes immediately back in, sucking you off the best she can. Her tongue making laps around and around the tip of the head.

Her hand jerking you off while you’re still inside her mouth. You felt a sensation coming, a familiar feeling, you were going to bust.

“Jiwoo! I’m going to-”

Jiwoo stops and let’s go, stopping the process of the nut. “What the fuck!? Jiwoo, why?!” You were mad, confused, you felt like you got the biggest blue ball ever until…

Jiwoo is back on all fours, ass facing you and a pleading face looking back at you.

“Can baby fuck me?”

#loona #loona fic #chuu #kim jiwoo #loona smut

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teabeexo · 4 months ago

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Heyyy tea ･:*+.\(( °ω° ))/.:+

what do the wardrobes of your MCs look like? (Their styles, favorite clothing piece or outfit, that type of stuff!)

Hello Ice!!!!!! <3333

I’m SOOO glad you asked! Ive given quite a bit of thought to this topic for each of my sillies..

WINONA

Winona’s style is what I would describe as casual alternative and mostly grunge. She likes monotone colors, especially black or grey. That, paired with dark splashes of color. Her big thing is band shirts — big, oversized shirts that display her musical interests loud and clear. She wears that with baggy jeans that typically sit lower on her hips. She’s much taller than average, so most pairs of pants seem to do that regardless. Despite the heat of Sunset Bird, she very rarely wears shorts. If she does wear shorts, they’re usually uniquely patterned or especially comfortable. Her shoes are thick-soled and comfortable, her makeup usually consisting of sharp eyeliner, various sultry eyeshadows, a desaturated lip, and whatever else enforces her style.

INSPO PICTURES BELOW!

LUELLA

Luella’s style is a bit harder to fully label, even though I have a pretty good understanding of it. It’s a bit of a mix between alternative and boho, with select aspects of each. Her main thing is patterns. She really likes patterns and abstract designs. They don’t necessarily have to be vibrant, but she just enjoys lots of color for her to play around with and stylize. She wears both jeans and shorts, but usually goes for jeans. Tank tops (including cropped ones) and tees are most common for her. She likes sweaters too, but doesn’t typically wear them because of the climate. Usually, she’ll wear a distinctly-pattern article of clothing with black or brown, and wear her leather lace up boots with it. Her makeup might include some short eyeliner wings, colorful eyeshadow, and a lip shade depending on the mood she’s in. INSPO PICTURES BELOW

Vérène

Vérène’s style definitely underwent the most extensive changes, but ultimately her style isn’t that complex. Typically, she can be found wearing loose leggings (yoga pants?? I don’t know) and a pullover. As you might guess, that gets kind of toasty pretty quickly. Yet she seems to have a strange resistance to the heat! In rare occasions, she’ll wear baby doll tees instead. Most days though, she sticks to her comfort attire. If she wears skirts or shorts, she always wears tights with it. Her clothes are typically more muted in color, but it depends. When she wears cropped shirts, she likes to put on waist chains. Her makeup is usually more discreet, with typically more earthy and softer colors. Nice lashes are a must, though.

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Mina

Her look is probably the most solidified by this point. She goes for the dark academia theme, wearing mostly large grandpa sweaters and cardigans with baggy cargo pants or scrappy jeans. Finding her in anything other than that is pretty rare. She chooses preppy Mary Janes or simple worn converse. She ALWAYS has her favorite crossbody bag with her, which she plans to keep around until it literally falls apart at the seams. She wears a lot of hair accessories, such as hair clips and barrettes. Her makeup looks vary. Sometimes she falls on the colorful side, other times she wants something more subtle. It just depends on the day. Sometimes she puts those little chains of beads on her glasses for some more accessorizing.

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Maël

Last but not least, Maël! The boy! His style is more preppy in comparison to Mina’s, but still somewhat similar. He goes for a more put-together look. Nice turtlenecks with sleek necklaces, fleece pullovers, stiff-legged pants, and the like. Scarves aren’t unusual, though he typically goes without them. He doesn’t like feel weighed down by his fashion or clothes. His shoes are also a bit more classy. The best way I can describe them is loafers, haha.

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Thank you for the ask!!! As always, feel free to send in more 💋💋

#our life #olnf #olba #my ocs #oc #our life now and forever #our life mc #ocs #our life beginnings and always

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oneforthemunny · 2 years ago

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Can you do a series for nepo baby of how her pregnancies went. Like cravings, her attire, what emotions she went through, the birth(s), how Eddie handled it, something with Wayne and nepo baby’s parents involved. I really LOVE when pregnancy fics are in depth

so overall nepo baby had a pretty good pregnancy each time- obv she was pregnant six times lol. she's one of those people who say like they enjoyed being pregnant, and she meant that.

she was sick a little, but nothing horrendous, and tbh a lot of the reason she felt so well was she was pampered the entire time. prenatal massages weekly, she went to birthing classes, and did yoga and had a birth coach/ doula. she spared no expense, neither did her parents or eddie.

the worst was with vega bc it was unexpected and was considered a 'geriatric pregnancy' so she was a little more on edge. the symptoms hit her a little harder and she was on bed rest for a long while.

eddie was so enthralled watching her pregnancies, watching how she grew, feeling the babies grow and move, and just how every single pregnancy was different.

she had the biggest cravings with the twins, duh, and they were the weirdest. she craved halloween pumpkin reeses during her pregnancy, and eddie had to scour the earth for them- paying too much to get them, because the easter ones would not cut it!!! she doesn't eat a lot of processed food as a mom (she's one of those that is into organic and farm to table, not vegan or almond mom like extreme, just more so free from preservatives bc they're harmful) and tried her best during her pregnancy but she got the weirdest craving for cosmic brownies and cool ranch doritios... together, when she was pregnant with zarah. eddie's in heaven bc fuck yeah he loves those, but also... together???? doesn't dare question it bc her hormones still rage from time to time.

she's insatiably horny all through the pregnancy with persephone. more emotional and cries all the time with kensington (eddie swears thats why kensie is emotional). with the twins she's sick the majority of the time and swells a lot, but to eddie its a win because her boobs are huge. the third trimester is the worst with them and she's super tired but tries not to be bc she wants to be with her other babies, and eddie has to constantly tell her to slow down and take it easy. zarah she's got the weird cravings, but it's her best pregnancy. everything's easy and relaxed (just like zarah in general) and she's just glowing and happy and excited. then with vega her hormones are on level ten and she's all over the place, mood swings left and right, and eddie is thrown each time lol (we'd expect nothing less from the mini queen of chaos vega).

I hc on my last blog she'd do home births, just for more intimacy and privacy. I think the twins and vega would be in a private hospital, just because it's safer and they were more high risk. eddie was a wreck each time, just so nervous because he thinks it's "hippy california ways" to give birth at home and is against it, but she wants it so they compromise. he makes sure there's some medical person there to help, not just the doula because it makes him feel better.

I think she'd do the classic 90's all white maternity shoot. probably a naked one for eddie too bc he loves her like this, thinks she's sexy anytime but she'd also just like to document her body when she was pregnant with her babies.

farrah throws her a baby shower each time in malibu, and it's always with the theme of the babies birth flowers (they miscalculated with the twins since they came early-ish lol). eddie always gets the flowers pressed and preserved for her. it's very bright and pretty and classic... then there's corroded coffin in their black and leather lol. and she really wouldn't have it any other way because that's authentically eddie.

the nursery's are always very personal and classic, but baby nurseries. she wants bright colors and pretty things, child things that aren't tacky but aren't dull (no beige toy babies sorry).

eddie always has a rocking chair, but like one of those comfy ones, because he's very serious about skin to skin time. he likes to rock the babies to sleep in it, most of the time falling asleep with them on his chest.

I think for the first few months, they'd keep a bassinet in the room with them for the baby to sleep in bc it's easier and they're both a little scared.

the hospital outfit is always the same for every girl, a tiny white gown with pink frills that nepo baby actually wore coming home that her mother gave her. she at least gets a picture for her mom, and saves it.

I'm thinking of doing a full pregnancy fic (no smut or very minimal, it's not the center focus lol) of rockstar!eddie and nepo baby, but which pregnancy would you like to see???

#oneforthemunny #munnytalks #rockstar!eddie munson

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littlemoneytoes · 2 months ago

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Muscular Freddy kicking Shadow's butt ( part 2)

Hello, everyone! I hope you're all doing well today. I received a rather amusing suggestion in the comments section of the DA page. Regret proposed that Muscular Freddy should give Shadow a taste of his own medicine by kicking his butt, as apparently, Shadow had been doing the same to Freddy before he became muscular. So let's kick back, relax, and enjoy a good laugh!

Year: When Shadow returns from the basement seeking revenge.

Shadow Freddy had finally returned from a long deep slumber when he had burned himself out from trying to plan of taking over Freddy and every plan failing to have the bear dismantled left and right, he yawned while stretching out not knowing a surprise was waiting for him since he had been sleeping for over 2 years since the party pooper incident and he had long hair right now, he grumbled as he walks sluggishly to the bathroom and goes to shower for the day since he reeked right now after the long shower he blowdries his fur and cuts his long hair to the length he wanted, he makes himself some food and reads a good book while drinking his coffee to help him wake up and think of a new plan of how to get rid of Freddy Fazbear once and for all, he thought of a plan before noticing the basement was different then the last 2 years ago when he last saw it, it was filled with exercise equipment, of dumbbells, a jacked up power rack plus up all in one, and more and the basement was clean too, and had a TV this left the shadow bear confused and wonder what happened the last 2 years while he was in a deep sleep Shadow Freddy: what in the name of pizza happened to the basement?! Upon discovering exercise equipment in his basement, he immediately yelled in shock and felt the need to investigate. However, he quickly realized that he didn't even have to leave the basement to figure it out, as the floor shook beneath him. With a growl, he confidently approached the basement door and armed himself with a large dumbbell, and heard Freddy's voice Freddy: today is another workout am I right Chica?? Upon entering the basement with Chica, the bear observed her to be in excellent shape, unlike Freddy who was muscular. They were discussing their workout plans when their attention was drawn to Shadow's presence in the room. Shadow may or may not have dropped a dumbbell upon seeing how much Freddy had transformed physically and mentally over the past two years. This caught the notice of the two animatronics who glanced over at Shadow. Freddy was taken aback but not frightened by Shadow Freddy's return. He approached him and looked down, quite literally. Freddy: well, well look who decided to come back after 2 years Despite the fear Shadow Freddy felt as he faced the imposing bear, he remained steadfast and confident. With a cunning plan in mind, he was determined to emerge victorious without causing harm to his opponent. For him, revenge was a dish best-served cold.

Shadow Freddy: w-well yeah I was in a deep slumber surely you can understand that hehehee he said chuckling nervously before the shadow bear was picked up by the scruff of his neck like he was a cub and was carried to a yoga mat where Chica was at and plops him down there, by the muscular bear and he whispers something in Chica's ear and the fit chicken gives off a big smile and looks at the shadow bear, making the shadow bear shake at that look she was giving, the muscular bear left the two be alone and well Chica goes over and hands him some yoga clothes Chica: so you're shadow Freddy, that Fred has been telling me we're going to have so much fun now put on these clothes be ready to burn some calories and get fit With conviction, she insisted on the pink 80s-style attire for the shadow bear, despite its initial reluctance. The determined chicken then led the shadow bear through challenging yoga poses, pushing it passed his limits.

Chica: come on 2 more rounds and you are done for the night She insisted on being determined and keeping Shadow Freddy on his toes without allowing him to take a break, except for a water break to keep him hydrated. Eventually, Shadow Freddy became exhausted and passed out on the sweaty yoga mat. Chica believed the plan worked and went to inform Freddy. She knew this strategy had already worked with Goldie and Foxy, helping them get along better. Consequently, the pirate fox became less prone to anger, and Goldie stopped trying to take over the pizzeria or steal pizza. Chica was confident that Shadow Freddy would not be able to plan any evil deeds for a long time, and the Shadow bear never did but tried to avoid Freddy and Chica not planning anything to take over the pizzeria or dismantle Freddy for a very long time THE END

#ask goldie anything #aga #ask goldie anything au #ask goldie #ask me anything #shadow Freddy vs musclar Freddy au

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misscammiedawn · 1 year ago

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Beguiled 2023 is over! There shall be words to be hard but now it's time for the bi-annual CamDawn Outfit Poll!

Vote for the best in show:

1: Casual Clothes - For those enduring a 7 hour car ride.

2: Yoga Fetish - For those wishing to test their post-surgery stretches and have listened to Ella's latest file.

3: Sunrise's Dress - (winner of Charmed 2023 best of show) for somft girls and trickster Fae at the start of the event.

4: The Soiree (2023 Beguiled) - for those who want the gentle touch of their softer side and the formal flair of the Fae.

5: Dazzling Dawn's Sleazy Vegas Look - for those who know their style.

6: Office Intern - For those looking to short circuit a writer who loves office attire.

7: The Masquerade - For Fae who wish to dance the night away.

8: Pyjamas - For Fae who push the body too hard after surgery and need to call it a night.

9: The Sluttiest Shirt in Our Closet - For those who want to bare mid drift in a button up shirt.

10: Street Clothes - For those who know all things must end.

#dawn posting #beguiled #beguiled 2023 #hypnokink #we will type more about the con later #hypnocons

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addisonxoconnell · 4 months ago

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[female & she/her] Welcome to Aurora Bay, [ADDISON O’CONNELL]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [DAKOTA JOHNSON]. You must be the [THIRTY-FOUR] year old [THERAPIST]. Word is you’re [OBSERVANT] but can also be a bit [DETACHED] and your favorite song is [CIRCLES BY PIERCE THE VEIL]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [AURORA BAY DRIVE]. I’m sure you’ll love it @aurorabayaesthetic

warnings: mentions of suicidal ideation, parental abandonment, miscarriage

basics:

full name: Addison Renee O’Connell

nicknames: Addy, Ida, and Teddy used exclusively by her siblings

gender: female

pronouns: she/her

sexuality: heterosexual

aesthetics: a lingering hint of perfume in every room she visits, a never-ending supply of notebooks and pens littered throughout her house, small lamps of warm light shining in corners to hide her messy life

age: 34

date of birth: april 1 1990

zodiac sign: aries

residence: aurora bay drive (due to her husband)

occupation: therapist

appearance:

faceclaim: dakota johnson

height: 5’7

build: slim athletic build with most of her strength in her arms and legs

eyes: blue

hair: dark brown

piercings: both lobe and upper lobes of ears, nostril stud, and a navel piercing

tattoos: left arm sleeve, ‘777’ tattooed above her right antecubital, 'bite me' tattooed on her butt cheek,

other distinguishing features: though her siblings look more like their mother, Addison looks most like her father

style: she’s very much into jewel toned colors and goes for more comfort than what’s in fashion. In a way, she’s settled nicely between the all black attire of her brother and the brighter colored attire of her sister

personality:

traits: observant, melancholic, thoughtful, quiet, aloof/detached

labels / tropes: the caim, the metanoia,

mental health: up in the air if she’s honest

physical health: the only reason she’s where she’s at physically is because yoga and kick boxing keeps her emotions in check

likes: French style hot chocolate, knitted blankets, yoga on the beach, weekly personal spa day at home, pastel highlighters, and the months of October and November

dislikes: the overwhelming smell of alcohol when someone drinks too much, the brightness of the afternoon sun, her parents, and cold food

fears: turning into her mother, spiders, her husband leaving her, and too small spaces

hobbies: reading smutty romance novels and fantasy novels, daily word search puzzles while she drinks her morning coffee, half ass attempts at knitting which end up as an incomplete project collecting dust, smoking at least one pack a day (she’s supposed to be quitting)

skills: considers herself an average yoga master, decently good at surfing, knows how to make homemade pasta and usually pairs it with her homemade alfredo sauce,

quirks: when nervous she twirls whichever ring she finds first on her hand, she needs coffee before any interaction with anyone including her husband, she likes to keep some money in her wallet just in case something goes wrong with her card

family:

mother: Janey O’Connell

father: Keith O’Connell (deceased)

siblings: Arkin O’Connell & Eden O’Connell

birth order: Arkin, Addison, then Eden

spouse / lover: soon to be wc

children: none (has had 3 miscarriages)

pets: a cat named Lady

notable close relatives: Nikki Keaton, Erica Manning & Serena Keaton

faves:

ice cream flavour: brownie batter

time of the day / night: early mornings

weather: rainy weekends

breakfast food: yogurt parfait

dinner food: salmon alfredo pasta

colours: teal and gold

wanted connections:

Childhood friends

The best friend who's been there from the start

Her own personal trainer at the gym

Her usual tattoo artist that she will only go to

Her girl gang

Neighbors

People she does yoga with in the mornings

Her own therapist

Her current husband (it will end quite messy)

Her high school ex boyfriend (a love will blossom here in the future)

A frenemy in which they have to get along with each other either bc of family involvement or possibly husband involvement

High school enemies that never really got over the betrayal so they continue to hate each other (maybe a boyfriend was stolen)

Husbands personal assistant (in the future he will leave addison for this woman due to having his baby)

biography:

Addison O’Connell didn’t think she’d live past the age of eighteen. She didn’t know what would suffocate her first - the never-ending grief of a life she’d never get, or the hole left in her heart from when her father left. It does sound quite selfish if you didn’t know the whole story, and you didn’t understand that at one point for a brief second, she did have a piece of happiness before it was ripped away.

Addison was born three minutes after Arkin. Mostly a surprise for the O’Connell family, as they were certain a baby would fix all of their problems (but not two babies). She grew up as being always waited on second to her brother. He seemed to be the loudest of the two, so he got anything and everything first. Not completely understanding it until grade school, she tried to follow in his footsteps and be loud and demanding as well. This resulted in a spanking and to be quiet. In all of her life, she never tried it again after that. A lesson was learned very quickly and probably wasn’t the best one for her young mind. Things weren’t going to be fair for her. She tried to be jealous of her brother. She tried to want more for herself, but it turned into wanting more attention than anything else.

Addison did everything she could to make her parents want to love her. She tried cleaning the house after school, doing all of her homework, and even figuring out how to make breakfast one morning (it was burnt toast). It never seemed to work. She was never met with a loving hug or any word of praise. It didn’t matter what she would do because her parents simply didn’t care. A fact that no one else in the world seemed was out of the ordinary. As if everyone avoided their children, when she knew her friends’ parents were completely different.

It wasn’t until their third child, their third attempt at fixing a horrible marriage, that their father had left. Addison never knew if it was from getting cold feet at having another mouth to feed or another soul to crush. A harsh statement, but as she didn’t feel anything but disgust for the man. It wouldn’t have been right to try to convince herself it was anything more honorable. A father he claimed to be, she didn’t see any resemblance of the fathers of her friends. There could have been a small light of hope that if part of the problem was gone, things could’ve been better for the O’Connell family. It eventually died out, with their mom having two jobs just to stay afloat in the two-bedroom apartment. The added stress meant more nights they’d find their mom passed out, either in the bathroom or sometimes in her bed. It left Addison and Arkin to raise a baby mostly on their own.

This had more of an effect on Addison as she continued to grow in the same environment that didn’t change if she was there or not. Besides keeping Eden alive and out of harms way, there wasn’t anything else needed from her. Arkin had his own life going on, and he didn’t necessarily need her as much as she needed him. She grew relaxed in her studies, the former high scores were slowly turning into more and more red marks and concerns from teachers. She started to sneak out at night after everyone had gone to bed. She tried to fill the hole her father left with anyone she could convince of being with her. The rumors going around certainly had its own troubling affect on her, but it only served as more fuel to stop trying.

Surprisingly, she continued her life at Ocean Crest before her brother was able to help turn everyone’s life around. No, she didn’t do any better in school and would be an awful student if college was ever in the future. But, Addison figured out, finally, that things had an effect on Eden and that maybe she might need to set a better example to follow. She could say it was the spite of proving her parents wrong. To show her mother how to actually be one when she wasn’t consumed in her own grief and despair. But two very important people would say otherwise. Her brother and sister wouldn’t have let her leave without them, and she didn’t want to leave them alone in the world. Not after everything they had been through together, it was just about a tradition at this point to stick together.

The idea of college never really appealed to her, but it was a way out. It was something new and different, and maybe she’d find a better version of herself out there. Which she did eventually find. It took some time and a few new habits gained instead of continuing on bad ones, but Addison O’Connell was able to turn her life around. She decided to become a therapist with the idea of helping people who really wanted a way to be better and not knowing where to start. She doesn’t know how much Aurora Bay might need her, but she wanted to be there for someone else like her. Addison wanted to be that person she never had as a child.

#addison || bio #suicidal thoughts mention tw #miscarriage mention tw #parental abandonment tw

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hamamatsu-divison · 7 months ago

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A frustrated Kaede Iwasawa was sitting at his desk in his room as he was in the process of trying to come up with words for a new song and dance he was planning on introducing next week. Unfortunately, process on it was coming along rather slowly. He didn't know why; usually, this part was the easiest of the creation process, but inspiration was hard to come by as of late. He knew he should probably take a break, but he really wanted to figure out the missing link to this song before he did anything else.

(Un)fortunately, fate had different ideas in store. As he was still thinking, Kaede was knocked out of his stupor by the sound of the doorbell. Sighing, he stood up with a groan as he made his way to the entrance of the house. Opening it, he saw a delivery person there with a package, addressed to him. Thanking the man (whilst ignoring the look they gave him because of his appearance), he closed the door and opened it up.

It... it was a book on yoga, as well as a pair of yoga attire. Kaede looked at it for a while, before giving a small smile, knowing exactly who it was who sent him this. Looking at the note on front of the book, his suspicions were confirmed as it read:

"A very blessed and happy birthday to you, Iwasawa-san. When I received word today was your birthday and I thought to send these to you. I know you mentioned before that your body prevents you from participating in my yoga classes, so I thought I'd send you this book so you could study and perform on your own. Besides how healthy it is, I think it would help to get your thoughts and mind in order. I hope it helps to serve you well. Again, I wish you a very happy birthday.

All the best,

Ivelisse"

Kaede smiled softly reading the note and then he sighed looking at the gifts-"I should thanks Ivelisse san in my next dance class"-the singer mumbled to himself

He always felt a bit pity of cannot join to Ivelisse's classes, but the hurts and scars damaged his body and made him unable of resist all the movemets that something like yoga involves

Kaede shaked the head like refusing the thoughts related to his scars and opened the book

Thank you for the gift

#hamamatsu division #hypmic #hypnosis mic #hypnosis mic oc #trickstar #hypnosis microphones #kaede iwasawa #ivelisse martinez #arakawa division #happy birthday kaede 2024 #birthday gift

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All the Way Home ch12

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summary: Four years ago, All For One and Shigaraki were defeated, taking One For All with them. At twenty years old, Katsuki and a quirkless Izuku are heroes, boyfriends, and partners. Until one day, they’re hit by a quirk that suddenly makes them fathers too. Now, with a newborn baby, they have to figure out who did this to them, and why it means the downfall of superhuman society.

This work is a part of the @bakudekubigbang 2022.

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Chapter 12 - Merrily, Merrily, Merrily, Merrily

There wasn’t any reason to be nervous. Obviously there wasn’t any reason to be nervous. But no matter how many times Izuku repeated it in his mind, his hands still shook.

“It’s just for some peace of mind,” Izuku said, hands trembling around the smallest grenades from Katsuki’s hero costume. Katsuki had long since adjusted his costume to carry ones of various sizes around his belt so they could be used for maximum customization in a variety of spaces. Still, none of them felt quite small enough when imagined in conjunction with use in their apartment.

But his mom needed something. Who knew what would happen without them leaving any kind of protection behind? Izuku had considered the idea of training her on some of his support gear—that might very well become standard in the decades to come with all the quirkless kids coming up. But it would take time, and until his mom was trained, something was needed.

“Izuku, it’s fine,” Inko said, putting a hand to his muttering mouth before taking the grenades and putting them on the kitchen counter. When she returned, it was to take Izuku's hands in hers. “The only self-defense I need is a rag and an emergency change of clothes.”

She was probably right, already dressed in her battle attire of yoga pants and a t-shirt. Izuku, for his part, was dressed the best he’d been in weeks, managing a button down—wrinkled but passable—and a pair of holeless jeans.

Because tonight was date night. Sugu was just shy of one month old, and it was their first since long before then. Tomorrow would be one month, and they would go to their shrine for Sugu’s omiyamairi. At that point, he’d receive his first omamori—a protection charm only a little bit less effective than grenades.

“Everything’s fine, Izuku,” his mother said, putting both hands on Izuku’s shoulders. Katsuki was attempting to put Sugu to bed, so it was just the two of them, hands free, eyes only on each other. “Everyone’s safe.”

Everyone’s safe, so all is well, Izuku repeated to himself with a deep breath. The danger had been neutralized, and their apartment was secure. He was only being paranoid, because this was their first time leaving Sugu without one of the two of them watching him. Well, second time.

“He’s not, if he doesn’t get this show on the road,” Katsuki said, tucking a black shirt into his pants as he came into the room. He too donned a button down that he’d left open, revealing how tightly the t-shirt clung to his pecs and abs, and for once not because of any unfortunate fluids sticking to him.

“I’m just as ready as you are!” Izuku whined, pulling away from his mom as Katsuki barged to the genkan, reaching for his sneakers.

“Your mom doesn’t need grenades to get through babysitting,” Katsuki continued, ignoring him. “She needs you and me to scoot so she actually gets the chance to babysit.”

Katsuki slipped his shoes on and all but smacked Izuku in the face with his own when there was a knocking on the door. With a frown, Katsuki leaned forward to peek through the peephole. When he pulled back, he rolled his eyes.

“Never mind, the grenades are more than enough, but this is ridiculous, Deku.”

“What?” Izuku asked, just as there was more knocking on the door. “What’d I do?”

“C’mon, man, let us in!”

Katsuki deadpanned before opening the door, keeping his body inconspicuously tucked between the door and the wall as the people poured in.

Eijirou, Mina, Momo, Kyouka, Hanta, Ochako, Tenya, Shouto, Mei, too, too many people piling into the genkan as Izuku frantically waved an arm and held one finger in front of his mouth. This was far too many people for a sleeping baby.

When they were all in, effectively cramming Katsuki into the very corner of the apartment and spilling into most of the kitchen, bewilderment had all but taken over Izuku. “What are you all doing here?”

“We’re here to learn to babysit,” Shouto said, as though it were the most reasonable thing in the world.

“Don’t any of you work?” Katsuki interjected.

A few people did double-takes, heads turning quickly to find a sliver of Katsuki poking out from behind the door. All that was visible from Izuku’s vantage was one judging eye and an arm ready to poke out and slap or push or point a finger of judgment at anyone who deserved it.

“Denki’s working,” Eijirou offered.

“Good,” Katsuki said darkly. “He’s not on the babysitting list anyway.”

While Eijirou went on to take offense on behalf of his friend, Izuku was still stuck on the mere number of the crowd. “Wha…What?”

“Auntie can teach us!” Ochako said, squeezing through the group and over to Inko. “If she doesn’t mind.”

“And we just wanna see the baby,” Mina whispered.

“O-Of course I don’t mind!” Inko assured, smiling with the same overwhelmed, wide-eyed look that Izuku recognized from his own face. “The more the merrier!”

Seeming to clock Inko’s expression as well, Katsuki gestured toward the still open door. “Alright, out, everybody, out. No need to bother Auntie.”

“No, I think it’s great!” Inko insisted, her face relaxing a little—crow’s feet becoming less defined, eyes growing a little less manic. “It takes a village, right? I’m more than happy to go over everything with your friends. I’m just afraid it might not be terribly interesting if the baby’s already asleep.”

Izuku looked over all the heads towards Katsuki, locking eyes. It probably wasn’t the best idea to have everyone over all at once, but Izuku would certainly be more comfortable if their friends had a bit more experience before being called on for an emergency babysitting job. And he trusted his mother to be able to teach them everything they needed, certainly for this easy age. Plus, if Inko wouldn’t take the grenades, half a dozen heroes would do instead.

“We have gifts,” Momo offered, holding up a couple baby-sized hero costumes, modeled after Izuku’s and Katsuki’s own designs.

Izuku gasped, reaching towards them with both hands. Where their actual costumes were thick and reinforced with fire resistance and sweat wicking, Sugu’s were a simple cotton, or maybe bamboo, with all the little details from Katsuki’s gauntlets to Izuku’s support gloves stitched straight into the fabric. They weren’t even decals.

“Sugoi!” Izuku exclaimed, fingering the soft fabric. It was only a shame Sugu would grow out of them so fast.

“I have baby gifts too!” Mei offered, but before she even got to show them off, Katsuki immediately shut her down. Izuku kept his lips buttoned tight, already considering asking her what they were next time she came over with new support equipment.

“Alright, you yahoos can stay, but if you bother Auntie, you’re booted from the list along with Pikachu and Halfie’s dad,” Katsuki decided. “Deku, either you’re with me, or they’re babysitting you too.”

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” Izuku insisted, pushing through the crowd and hastily stepping into his shoes before making it into the hallway. “Thank you all so much!”

He walked backwards as he bowed, only righting himself when Katsuki slammed the door shut behind him.

“They’re so supportive, Kacchan!” Izuku exclaimed, tears welling in his eyes. “We’re both gonna be able to work and everyone’s gonna pitch in and—”

Katsuki leaned in and kissed Izuku, grasping both cheeks in his hands and holding him close. There was nothing between them, not their schedule, not any conflict, not even their baby. It was a stolen moment of just them.

“ ‘Course,” Katsuki breathed once he pulled away, his lips still close enough to taste. “That’s what we learned when we won the war, huh? We’re strongest when it’s all of us.”

Izuku smiled sheepishly. “I guess I forgot for a little bit.”

“Eh, don’t worry about that, dumbass,” Katsuki said, wrapping an arm around his waist as they headed for the elevator. “We’ll always remember for you.”

The last time Izuku had been here, he was minutes away from shattering his newest equipment from Mei, from taking out a villain only for him to get away, and from holding Sugu for the very first time. From his life changing forever.

This was Izuku’s strategic alley, a central point of patrol in their district, a dark corner, day or night, for him to use as needed. If that day had gone according to plan—villain caught and cuffed, no Watanabe, no Dr. Oukubo—he and Katsuki probably would have brushed off the rest of the shift and gotten curry before filing some paperwork and hauling home for a well-earned rest.

He grabbed Katsuki by the wrist and yanked him in.

“What the he—”

Izuku pressed Katsuki into the brick wall, unable to be bothered to move further in where they were less likely to be seen. The best disguise was having your faces so close together no one could see who you were at a glance.

It held the sparkle of the old times. The rush of anticipation around strategizing how to utilize this street before pulling off their—usually—successful missions. Kissing on the clock when they had time to spare because they were that good together. That was what this alley tasted like atop Katsuki’s lips.

Their tongues worked as though they weren’t rusted over from disuse. The last month had held only a couple passionate nights, interspersed with tongueless pecks and exhausted cuddling. There simply wasn’t time or energy to spare for ardor, at least not the degree to which Izuku had come to expect, anticipate, revel in over in their three years together. Now he reveled over dry lips and a stomach rumbling under the hands Izuku had wrapped around Katsuki’s waist.

“This shithole smells less like garbage when you’ve changed as many diapers at close range as we have.”

Well then.

Izuku nearly spit laughing, burying his face in Katsuki’s shoulder as their chests rumbled together. “Not what I was thinking, but you’re not wrong!”

“C’mon, Deku, I’m hungry,” Katsuki said, taking his hand and yanking him out of their alley. “If you’ve got any big ideas, we have enough babysitters to justify going to a hotel. If it weren’t for Auntie, I’d say we punish them and stay the night.”

“Punish them for wanting to help us?”

“For wanting to help us and go about it as obnoxiously as possible.”

They pulled into the restaurant, only a few strides away from the alley. For a few moments as Izuku blinked to get used to the dim lighting, all he could see was the overhead lamps reflecting golden light in every liquor bottle behind the bar. He heard the barkeep before he saw him.

“Ey, where you been?” the barkeep crowed, face coming into focus atop his black uniform.

The man’s voice jumped off of the tight walls of the small curry shop, but none of the patrons seemed to mind. Like Katsuki and Izuku, they were frequent customers who came for the amazing food, not the sparse decor or tiny space. Although Izuku didn’t mind the inconspicuously dark lighting, especially in the booths toward the back.

“Yoshida!” Izuku exclaimed, once again feeling as though no time had passed. “You haven’t heard? We’ve been busy.”

“We had a baby,” Katsuki stated, his voice not even half the volume of Izuku’s and Yoshida’s.

“No kidding!” Yoshida boomed, coming out from behind the bar to take the both of them to a booth. “Seems congratulations are in order! Do you take your sake warm or cold? Warm?”

“Warm is fine,” Izuku replied as he slipped into his side of the booth, Katsuki following in his.

“On it!” Yoshida said. “And let’s see what you want, hmm…Oh? No spicy curry for Dynamight?”

Izuku marveled at Yoshida’s quirk. He could tell what people were hungry for, so of course he ran a successful restaurant. Still, his reading was a surprise, making Izuku wonder if the quirk ever misfired. Surely it didn’t read correctly one-hundred percent of the time. But then what were the conditions under which it would fail? Overuse? Underuse?

“Deku, shut up,” Katsuki groaned. “Kare raisu is fine,” Katsuki said.

“You don’t even want chili oil,” Yoshida said, more a statement than a question.

Katsuki glanced at Izuku out the corner of his eye. “Yeah, don’t need anything spicy today.”

Izuku raised his eyebrows, wondering what that portented for the evening. He pushed down his hopes, as they still had a whole meal to get through.

“Alright, and katsu kare for Deku?”

“Yes, please!”

Izuku was predictable with or without the quirk, but it always filled Izuku with the excitement of one of the fun, gimmick restaurants Katsuki never wanted to go to. Like where the food was shaped like anime characters or the waiters sang throughout the meal, but Katsuki claimed, probably correctly, that the food was of lower quality. Here, Izuku got the thrill, along with exactly the food he was craving.

In a couple generations, all of that would be gone, though, Izuku remembered. No quirks to pull out as party tricks. No people to magically guess what would most satisfactorily fill his stomach. Just disappointment.

“Cheers,” Katsuki said, and Izuku saw that he’d missed the sake being delivered, and Katsuki serving him up a small glass. Izuku shook away the cobwebs of his week-old thoughts. Tonight was a celebration. Celebration for one month, for Sugu’s omiyamairi, and, of all things, being able to schedule a date.

“Cheers!” Izuku echoed, clicking their glasses and then becoming warmed from the inside out.

The food arrived and, as Yoshida had known, it was everything Izuku wanted. Pork fried crisp on top and soaking up the delicious gravy of the curry underneath. Enough vegetables in the curry that Katsuki wouldn’t give him a hard time about what he ate the next day.

“Tell me about Sugu,” Izuku said, resting his cheek in one hand as he indulged in the rice.

“You’ve met him,” Katsuki said, tossing a potato cube in his mouth. “He’s a lump.”

“C’mon, Kacchan,” Izuku whined. “I miss him.”

“You saw him thirty minutes ago,” Katsuki deadpanned.

“Yeah, but you’ve been with him all week,” Izuku said. “It’s like he’s grown another centimeter every time I come home. Didn’t you miss him while you were at work?”

Katsuki plucked out a piece of meat and chewed slowly, eyes on his plate. When he finally swallowed, his throat made a whole show of it, adam’s apple bobbing up and down before landing back into place halfway up his long neck. Eventually, Katsuki said. “Not at first. I mean, it was a relief to go back to work and know I could trust you. But over time…yeah. I mean, I wonder how he’s doing right now.”

Izuku could hardly swallow the short grains of rice for the sudden lump in his throat. They had both—no, all three of them—come such a long way in such a short amount of time.

“So?” Izuku pressed after swilling some sake before it went cold. “Anything?

Katsuki pondered over another piece of meat, chewing thoughtfully until he looked back up at Izuku. “He slept really well in the rain the other day.”

“Yeah?” Izuku asked, encouraged. It wasn’t necessarily a surprise since he’d taken so swimmingly to bath time and his hair being washed. And rainy season was just a month away.

“Yeah,” Katsuki affirmed. “Did some research and it looks like lots of newborns like white noise ‘cause it sounds like the womb. Not sure what Sugu’s interest is, but I’ll take anything that helps him sleep.”

“Were there suggestions?”

“Mm. White noise machines or similar apps. Even hair dryers.”

“Maybe we can borrow a hairdryer from Momo-chan,” Izuku mused. “I’ll text and ask, since we know she’s not busy.”

As Izuku reached for his phone and started typing the message—Hi! Funny ask, but…—Katsuki burst out laughing, the sound echoing in their booth and all over the small restaurant. Izuku noticed another patron reflexively use their quirk to create a kind of shield around their booth. A cone of silence of some sort. Izuku would have looked more closely at it, but he liked Katsuki’s laugh too much to be too distracted from it. It was still lucky to pull anything more than a taunting laugh out of him, so this was a rare treat.

“Fuck, we’re old,” Katsuki laughed, chasing his good humor with a mouthful of sake. It quieted him down, but he was still grinning as he popped a carrot into his mouth, biting into it with his mouth wide open.

“What are you talking about?”

“All we’re talking about is the damn kid!”

And God, it was true. Every time Izuku came home from work, it was his first question. How was your day? Of course he wanted to know how Katsuki’s day was, but he always intended your in the plural sense. How was both of your days? How was your day together? Izuku had always wanted to know everything about Katsuki, to be as close to him as he could without ripping him open and crawling inside. The urge to know Katsuki was that extreme. And now it was about them both.

“Oh no,” Izuku cried, pulling his hands down the front of his face. “Okay, quick, quick, let’s talk about work.”

They talked until their plates were empty but for the bare streaks of brown sauce they couldn’t spoon up. Until those streaks began to crust atop the plate and Yoshida finally took them away. Until they each refilled their sake two or three times. And when the conversation petered out, they sat in each other’s company.

Izuku was gazing over at some patrons who had been sat in a booth caddy-corner to theirs. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been staring, wasn’t even sure when he’d stopped talking. They’d caught his eye when they’d sat down and maybe he’d been watching them ever since. He probably would be lingering on them less if his glass had been emptied of water three times rather than sake.

“You good?” Katsuki asked.

“Yeah, I’m just…what’s gonna happen to them?”

The booth held two women, sitting across from each other, not so different from Izuku and Katsuki. Instead of sake, they sipped tea, and instead of lovers on a date, they were probably sisters. Yoshida had predicted their order as soon as they’d sat down as well. Both women had mutant quirks, reminiscent of Shiozaki from Class B, except instead of vines for hair, they had a few prickly aloe leaves each. Their skin was probably even better than Katsuki’s mother’s, dewey and glowing despite the dim light of the shop.

“What do you mean?”

“If quirks go away, what will people think of people who are different?” he asked. “It took so long after they appeared to break down the prejudice—there’s still prejudice. What happens when people like them are even less common?”

Izuku was reminded of Dr. Oukubo’s bombshell at every turn. Yoshida and that cool barrier quirk from earlier in the meal and now these ladies. Quirks were everywhere in society and soon they’d be gone. Izuku was the first quirkless hero and if he lived long enough, all heroes would be quirkless.

Endeavor had managed to borrow the ear of the Prime Minister earlier in the week, and a task force was already being assembled. It was unclear if Endeavor or Izuku or any hero would be a part of it, but the information had been gratefully received, even though Izuku hadn’t had time to lay out all of his concerns.

The problems he’d enumerated in Endeavor’s office a week ago had increased exponentially since then. What would happen to progress against animal cruelty when quirks like Kouda’s were gone? Or the advances in mycology from Class B’s Komori? Or the sheer joy from seeing Katsuki’s quirk. That first moment where it had manifested, all sparkles and sweet smoke, might have been the most awe-filled in Izuku’s life, perhaps until first meeting All Might.

In this future there would never be an All Might or anyone like him again.

There were quirks everywhere. And the thought of a world without it was like that of a restaurant with no food. A concert with no music. A phantom limb.

“I guess it’s up to us,” Katsuki finally said, pulling Izuku out of his self-fomented melancholia.

“What?” he asked, having forgotten even asking a question.

“You were asking about those extras,” Katsuki reminded, thumbing over at the two women with the aloe vera hair. “What society’ll have to say about them. I say it’s up to us.”

“How do you mean?”

“I mean, that when I was a kid, yeah, I probably woulda made fun of them,” Katsuki admitted. “Not for the hair—fuck, I hope not—but because it’s a lame-ass quirk. I was an ass. But we’re raising the next generation. And I’ll do everything I can so Sugu’s not an ass too. And if we do that, it’ll all be fine.”

Surprisingly, the knot that had been looped around Izuku’s lungs and heart for the past week or two slackened. Izuku had been wrestling powerlessness ever since he could remember, ever since he’d first come up quirkless. Powerless to have a quirk, powerless to become a hero, powerless against losing One For All. Every piece of Mei’s armor that he strapped on was a clawing fight for power, the power that his coworkers all inherently had.

But this. This was something Izuku could do.

“Kacchan’s wonderful,” he said, head cocking to the side as he gazed at Katsuki.

Izuku didn’t always notice it anymore—whenever he looked at Katsuki, he just saw Kacchan—but Katsuki was beautiful. On the day-to-day, Izuku didn’t think too much about what Katsuki looked like, because it was the whole person that he saw, not his bright eyes or his sunlit hair or his incredible physique. It was Kacchan all the way down. But in this dim light, where Katsuki’s hair was almost brunette, eyes dark as pitch, Katsuki was stunning to Izuku. Always would be.

“I know you’re sad,” Katsuki said.

“Oh, Kacchan, I’m not—”

“I don’t like it either,” Katsuki continued, pinning Izuku down with firm eyes. “The idea of a society without quirks…fucking sucks. It was the values of superhuman society that turned me into the jackass that I was. It’s all that shit that I’ve been trying to undo, that I’ve been trying to identify so that I can unlearn and be better. But if all that’s gone, then what do I know? What other stupid things am I going to learn and pass on?”

Izuku kept his mouth closed, waiting for Katsuki to keep going.

“But I have you. And you’re good regardless. You’re a hero regardless. You’ll teach our son to be amazing and I’ll be studying alongside him. Trying to read one chapter ahead so that I can stay on top of things with him too. And thinking about that makes me feel better about everything.”

The rope of suffocation fell loose. Izuku’s heart was free to beat wholly, lungs free to breathe deep. And in case it was only for the moment, Izuku inhaled till his chest grew tight, breathing in all of Katsuki’s words. Then he breathed out.

“I am sad,” Izuku admitted. “But I think it’s just life. And I trust time. And fate. Trusting it has done so much for me already. It made me a hero. It brought me the two boys I love. I’ll be sad now, but I’ll trust that it gets better.”

“Love?” Katsuki asked, a small smile curling up his face. “When’d that happen?”

Izuku blushed, like he’d let a harbored crush slip out. A crush he’d thought was obvious to the world, but it was actually new. It was long-awaited.

With Katsuki, Izuku had been stepping up a staircase of love for years before he looked down one day to see what had long been true. That moment on the UA lawn where it had boiled over inside him until he was covered with bubbles, frothing and popping with love, overwhelming love. It had been something else.

“Don’t be mad,” Izuku said, despite it being one of the dumbest things he could say to Katsuki.

“I don’t make promises I don’t know I can keep.”

“Fair,” Izuku chuckled, sipping the dregs of sake left in his cup. It had gone cold, but Izuku was warmed through nevertheless. “It was leaving him. Leaving him with Burnin.”

Katsuki was unreadable. “Explain.”

“I’m not sorry I did it,” saying the words he hadn’t gotten out before Katsuki had unfairly given up their fight the week before. “I’m sorry I didn’t give you some information—or let’s face it, in hindsight totally let you in on it. But I’d honestly probably do it again, because it—going after Dr. Oukubo—felt like the right thing to do, and it was.”

Katsuki’s expression hadn’t changed, but the wheels were turning in his head. When he was quiet, Katsuki was always listening. It was only when he was shouting back that he wasn’t.

“But leaving him…I knew how badly I needed to come back to him,” Izuku expressed, hands on his heart as though it would magnify the rhythmic beats for Katsuki. Echo them through bone and sinew for him to hear. “I knew that I needed to save him and then come back to him, and give him the life he could have once he was safe. I just wanted all of us safe so that we could be happy.”

Izuku waited, breath bated for Katsuki’s emotions to crack out. A yell, a glass rattling slap on the table, a scoff, more stony silence. When they did, they came as a sigh.

“I know.”

Izuku paused. “You do?”

“Of course—I fucking know you, Deku,” Katsuki huffed. “It’s because I know that I don’t leave you or blast you so bad you’re never able to leave bed and do stupid, reckless shit again.”

“So you’re not mad?”

“I am mad,” Katsuki stated, looking so unlike how he used to look when he was mad. Years ago it would have been hissing and spitting, willing to burn down any bridge with Izuku so long as his anger was allowed to rage out. “But understanding it makes it easier to forgive you.”

Izuku winced. “I don’t want you always having to forgive me, Kacchan. That feels horribly out of balance.”

“Yeah, well,” Katsuki said, looking down. “A part of me says it’s just evening the score, but I know that’s not good. So I think I’m settling on something else.”

“What’s that?”

“You said you knew how badly you needed to come back to Sugu,” Katsuki said. “That’s way better than you’ve ever been before.”

Izuku sat quiet, reaching a hand out to Katsuki’s, only having to wait a moment before it was met in the middle of the table. Their palms were warm, the alcohol having brought blood flush to their skin.

“I wasn’t ever sure what was enough for you to keep yourself alive,” Katsuki said. “Not your own life. That became clear real fucking quick. Not your mom. Been afraid it’s not me either. But if you’ll stay alive for anything, it’ll be your kid. And so now maybe I can trust you a little more. And hey, if he keeps you alive, I’ll only love him more.”

Izuku read the hypocrisy on Katsuki’s scars, the ones he could see the afterimage of with every blink. Saw the man who kept jumping in front of him to save him. But if there was truth in Katsuki’s words for Izuku, then hopefully there would be truth for Katsuki too. A self-fulfilling prophecy.

Still, Izuku stuck on that last sentence, a smile rising round on his cheeks. “Aw, you love him too?”

“Psh, how could I not?” Katsuki said, reaching out and poking a big, round cheek, so much like their baby’s. “He’s like you.”

If Katsuki never saw this campus again, it’d be too soon.

Running in after Izuku in a blind panic, wearing Sugu under a goddamn iron soldier getup had been more than enough of Musutafu University than Katsuki ever needed to experience. He hadn’t been able to fly over the city in that costume, not with Sugu asleep, and not with all the extra weight of that metal. He’d be drowned in his own exhausted sweat before he ever made it to that nightmare laboratory.

He’d only gone airborne for that pesky entrance gate. Today, though, he walked right in. He’d been invited by a friend and had a visitor’s pass. So here he was back again. In the safe light of day, which was a good start—or it would be, if Sugu weren’t with him.

The stroller was both good and bad. On the one hand, Sugu was hardly visible to anyone. On the other hand, the stroller itself was very, very visible, and Katsuki was in less of a disguise than he’d been sporting. Just a cap and sweatshirt, albeit with the hood down. Hardly a disguise at all, really—he’d already caught a few nosy students taking pictures.

Not to the Instagram, though. Miraculously, it hadn’t uploaded a single post since that DM Katsuki had sent, even though he’d never gotten a reply.

He was sure there was another one somewhere. If not Instagram than Twitter, if not Twitter than some other godforsaken site that made it way too easy to ruin Katsuki’s life. But Katsuki’s text notifications were back on, and none of his idiot friends had alerted him to anything, so for their wellbeing, they should hope that no account had gotten traction yet.

“Hey!” Katsuki snapped, aiming his glare at one of the people who had made the mistake of ‘secretly’ aiming a camera phone in his direction. “Where’s the library?”

“Uh, that way, Dy—sir.”

The photographer pointed towards the center of campus, to a brick building sitting at the base of the green. Thankfully, nowhere near the science block. He nodded and turned abruptly in that direction, not willing to pose for a photograph, even in exchange for assistance.

Fortunately, it was a nice day for a walk. The cherry blossoms were wilting, leaving fistfulls of brown speckles on the grass from the rain the other day. But where those trees were losing petals, more flowers were sprouting up around the buildings, and all the trees were growing to full leaf. It was spring in every way. The humidity lined Katsuki’s skin with a thin sheen of sweat, but it seemed as though Sugu was doing just fine. No need for a blanket, just a onesie and he was happy.

If Katsuki had any concerns about bringing a baby into a library—he was quiet now, but he was a ticking time bomb—then they were assuaged as soon as he carried the stroller up the stairs and into the building that was not the silent study he’d anticipated. There was the circulation desk and a computer lab with printers, and a coffee shop off to the side that was anything but quiet. And that was where Katsuki had been told to go.

As he walked that way, maneuvering the stroller through the college students who all eyeballed it as they walked by with their books, papers, or coffee, Katsuki craned his neck upwards. There were multiple stories above this one, all hollow in the middle. And on those floors, Katsuki saw rows upon rows of bookcases, probably with more quiet study areas in the back. Though certainly some of the noise and bustle of the ground floor made its way up.

Katsuki didn’t bother ordering a drink. So he skipped the line and made for a back bar table.

“Watanabe,” Katsuki stated as he sat down, pulling the stroller as close as he could to his tall stool. He placed a foot at the bottom of it and rolled just slightly back and forth.

“Dynamight,” Watanabe returned, bowing a little over her drink, to which Katsuki rolled his eyes. “I can’t thank you enough for your generosity.”

There had been no strings to pull in ensuring Watanabe a light sentence. Katsuki and Izuku had been the wronged party, the ones her quirk had been used on, and since they hadn’t pressed charges, there was nothing against her but illegal quirk use. Perhaps Katsuki had mentioned she’d been coerced and that she was a model citizen with a history of good behavior. And if that had influenced the ultimate sentencing of mandatory community service, then so be it. It was convenient that the genetics lab needed some rebuilding that good samaritans could certainly do community service towards.

“Psh, you’re the one who agreed to meet me,” Katsuki said, brushing over any deeper meaning.

“Of course!” Watanabe exclaimed. Then she put a hand over her mouth, remembering her volume as she turned toward Sugu’s stroller. “And you brought the baby.”

Katsuki looked down as well. In spite of the noise, Sugu was still sound asleep. Katsuki had fed him shortly before leaving the house, and he’d passed out somewhere along the walk. He probably had a good hour or two of rest left in him, unless he needed a diaper change.

“You wanna meet him?”

Watanabe’s eyes lit up, contrasting the way she leaned back against the seat, pulling away from the table. “Wha—Really? Are you sure?”

“Yeah, don’t worry, he doesn’t have a lot to say.”

Katsuki unclipped the straps in the stroller and wrapped his hands around Sugu’s back to scoop him up, then adjusted so he was cradled sideways in Katsuki’s arms with his head supported. The hood on the stroller had been pulled for the walk, but Sugu was warmed through by the spring air and his swaddle, just a toasty little nugget in Katsuki’s arms as he took up a gentle bounce.

“Sugu, meet Watanabe-san.”

“Sugu,” Watanabe cooed. She gave a little wave using only her fingers. “So nice to meet you.”

Predictably, Sugu only drooled, and Katsuki used a little cloth from the stroller to dab it away.

“He’s doing really well,” Katsuki said. “Nearly one month old. Super healthy and in a top weight percentile. He’s been gaining it like a champ, trying to bulk up like his daddies. He sleeps pretty well and has only had one major poop blow out, and it was for Deku, not me, so he’s a real winner.”

Watanabe giggled, nearly swooning as she cocked her head at the little baby.

He was proving to be a real heartbreaker with the ladies. Izuku and Katsuki were seeing their friends more, usually at their house because it was easier, and because then it was certain everyone would see the baby. Already some of their friends were trying to boot them out of the house, suggesting dates and vacations and work trips in order to get babysitting rights. Although, his and Izuku’s parents had claimed first dibs early on.

“Do you wanna hold him?”

Izuku and Katsuki were getting better about this too. There couldn’t be too much trust—as Katsuki pulled out a bottle of hand sanitizer for Watanabe to apply—but it was easy enough to build it up from where it was before. Now that Dr. Oukubo was taken care of, they didn’t have to be looking over their shoulders everywhere they went.

“C-Can I?” she asked, though she was already applying the sanitizer, even going so far as to work it up her wrists and forearms.

“Yeah, it’s easier than you’re afraid of.”

They both slipped out of their chairs and maneuvered around the side of the table for the handoff. Watanabe was hesitant in her movements, never extending her arms far from her body and keeping her shoulders hunched over, as though every part of her needed to be caged in to catch him.

“Wow, he’s so little,” she said.

“Nah, top weight percentile, like I said.”

Katsuki went to sit back down in his seat and Watanabe looked on with concern, eyebrows raised to say, Oh, I’m holding him? I’m really holding him?

“How does it feel to see him?” Katsuki asked.

“It’s good,” she said, already slipping into that automatic rocking and bouncing, one of the few things that felt truly intuitive. “It’s really good to see him doing well.”

“Shows the good side of your quirk, huh?”

Watanabe glanced up at him, eyebrows drawn. Not enough for confusion or concern, but just hinting at a bit of wariness. “Yeah. Yeah, I guess.”

“Have you ever considered using it for good?”

“I…” Watanabe shook her head, but there was some kind of smile on her face, like he wasn’t totally closed out. “It would be a lot of responsibility. A big decision for me to be a part of and I just…I have no qualifications. I’m no judge of character. Obviously. I’m not sure I should be a part of it.”

“There’s definitely a risk,” Katsuki affirmed. “There’s a horrifying risk in everything I do for my job. I am qualified and even still, sometimes shit turns out sideways. But we’re just doing the best we can for the greater good. But my quirk is violent. Yours can be a gift.”

Watanabe’s face was turned down towards Sugu’s, looking for all the world like she’d ignored Katsuki’s little speech. But Katsuki sat on it, waiting for the words, the idea to sink in. Sugu was teaching Katsuki a little patience, but he still had to bounce his legs on the foot of the stool to busy himself through the silence.

“I guess…”

Katsuki’s legs paused as she began speaking only to trail off. She was staring at Sugu’s face so intently it was like she was reading her script across his cheeks.

This was exactly the kind of quirk Izuku had been going blue over lately. There was science similar to this quirk, but the quirk had it perfected. In five seconds, Izuku and Katsuki had been given a perfect kid. Science just couldn’t compete with that. And it should be taken advantage of before it was gone for good.

“I guess I understand how it could be a good thing,” she admitted. “It’s like IVF or maybe even adoption. It’s just another avenue for people who’ve already decided they want kids.”

Katsuki leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table. “Is that something you’d be willing to do?”

“Why are you asking?” she suddenly asked. “You want another kid?”

That pulled Katsuki back completely. Honestly, it wasn’t even on his radar to have more than one kid. Even if he was taken with Sugu now, words like son and dad and parent were still hard. He was still letting go of his former self, and probably would be for some time.

“I don’t think so,” Katsuki said finally. “Or…not for a long, long time. I mean, we haven’t talked about it but…no. I don’t really see it.”

But, of course, he hadn’t seen this either. So one could never know.

“Why then?”

Katsuki had to lean back, cracking the knuckles on his fingers and airing out his now-sweaty palms. At least it was just regular sweat—the kind he couldn’t control—but still, the question had shaken him. But he was here for a purpose, and he had to return to that.

“I have a friend,” he started. “She’s experiencing something called secondary infertility, which is when after having your first baby, it’s surprisingly harder to have a second.”

“I didn’t even know that was a thing,” Watanabe said, her eyes clearer as she made eye contact with Katsuki.

“Me neither. But it’s real and it sucks and I think she’d be the perfect candidate for your quirk.”

“Yeah,” Watanabe agreed through a half shrug and a shaking head. “I mean, if she already has a kid and is trying for another…I guess that’s about as sure a thing as there is.”

Katsuki eyed her, trying to find the truth between her words and her body language. But she didn’t give him a whole lot, returning her gaze to Sugu. When she said nothing more, he went ahead.

“Look, do you wanna talk to her?” Katsuki asked. “ ‘Cause of your quirk’s cooldown period, you’ve got eight months to decide.”

“I…yeah,” Watanabe said, looking more confident. “Yeah, that could be good.”

“Good,” Katsuki said, taking out his phone and bringing up Burnin’s number. “I’m sure she won’t mind me giving this to you. If you’re ready to talk, there it is.”

“Okay,” Watanabe said, tapping it in. “Is that all you wanted to talk about?”

Katsuki looked at her, still holding his son. He didn’t count her as related to Sugu in any way—she had no ownership of him whatsoever. And truth be told, Katsuki wasn’t certain of her judgment, wasn’t sure they’d be friends under any other circumstances or if they’d ever be friends now. But she’d been the pivotal person in the turning point in his life, and that thread between them would never sever.

“Yeah,” he said. “Gimme my kid.”

Hastily, Watanabe got up and held out her arms, daring to reach them a little further than she had upon taking Sugu. And even though it shouldn’t take a lot of trust just to have someone rock his baby for a few minutes, he was still glad to have him back.

“You do good work,” Katsuki said, giving Sugu a little squeeze before putting Sugu back in the stroller. “Consider it.”

There was no doubt this would be great for Burnin if Watanabe went through with it. But as Katsuki walked away, dodging through all the nosy college students, he couldn’t help but think it would be good for both of them.

“Deku, stop.”

Izuku startled, accidentally getting his head lost in the many hung shirts in their closet, sputtering as he pulled free. He looked over his shoulder to find Katsuki’s head lolled over the back of the couch, expression wholly unamused, despite being both upside-down and sideways.

“What?” Izuku asked innocently.

“My parents don’t need any grenades to babysit, just give it a rest!”

“How did you know that’s what I was doing?” Izuku asked, coming to the doorway.

“Because you’re stupid predictable,” Katsuki replied. “Relax. He’s got his kotobuki bako—two, really, since you scrounged around for that second gnarly bit of umbilical chord. He’s got his first omamori. He’s set. He’ll never die.”

Izuku looked dryly at the back of Katsuki’s head. “I know you don’t believe in any of that stuff, Kacchan.”

To be fair, Izuku didn’t either. It was ritual, not belief. Plus, the two of them were just about the last people who needed to be tempting fate. Maybe Katsuki just thought they needed all the help they could get.

Izuku might have thought he’d known uncertainty. Running headlong into danger every day, not even having a quirk under him but machinery that could break and jam and fail. But it was a whole new kind of uncertainty to have a baby who, after a whole month, they were still getting to know. Who they had to protect more than they’d protected anyone as heroes in the past. Perhaps that was why he reached for the grenades, when Katsuki’s quirk had always been one of the surest, strongest things in Izuku’s life. Despite its obvious danger, Izuku had always felt safe in its presence. He wanted that for Sugu too, crazy though it seemed.

“No, but I prefer it over goddamn grenades in the house,” Katsuki said, despite ostensibly being the one who brought them home. “Look, if any villain comes to our apartment, my mom will annoy them to death. That’s worse than even my quirk can do. Just practice some quirk safety for once in your life, Deku, and come ‘ere.”

Izuku came around to join Katsuki on the couch in some form of acquiescence. They’d learned last time that the grenades were not necessary. Granted, they’d also had a house full of heroes, but no one had reported anything more threatening than Mei’s gifts which had, for better or worse, only been mockups.

When he came around the couch, though, it turned out it wasn’t just Katsuki—Sugu was on his lap. At least, until Izuku rushed to pick him up. “Oh, Kacchan! It’s a mini Deku!”

Sugu was dressed in the Hero Deku costume Momo had made. It was practically authentic save for the slits in the shoulder so the onesie could be slipped on and off without squeezing the life out of poor Sugu. It even had little red shoes printed over his feet.

“He’s trying to convince us to take him with us tomorrow. Wants to see the grand partnership reunion between Deku and Dynamight.”

“Nooo,” Izuku refuted through a smile. “No, he’d need his own costume for that! Two Dekus and the world won’t know what to do!”

“That’s for sure,” Katsuki said, shifting so he was sitting sideways on the couch now, watching Izuku hold Sugu up to standing.

“Texas Smash!” Izuku shouted under his breath, using his fingers to push one of Sugu’s uncooperative arms forward in a mock representation of the first move of All Might’s that Izuku had seen in person.

Katsuki snorted, though whether at Izuku or at Sugu’s squishy body performing one of All Might’s moves was a mystery. Nevertheless, Izuku carried on.

“Shoot Style!” he cried, moving on to one of the moves that he could still do, despite his quirklessness. No longer was it One For All: Full Cowling - Shoot Style, but with Izuku’s strong legs and iron-soled shoes, it was still a threat. It was something Sugu would be able to do too, if he followed in his dads’ footsteps.

“Pow, pow!” Izuku continued, punching both of Sugu’s arms out in succession before laughing to himself. “Oh my God, it’s like playing with an action figure. Oh no, is that terrible?”

“It’s embarrassing as hell, is what it is,” Katsuki corrected, his skepticism obvious in his quirked brows, though there still seemed to be some mirth dancing in his eyes.

“Hey, you said you wanted to marry me, so I must not be that embarrassing.”

The words came out before Izuku had given them much thought, and once they were out he couldn’t meet Katsuki’s eyes. The word marriage was now dancing in front of them.

The topic of marriage hadn’t been revisited since the morning of Katsuki’s birthday, when he’d first brought it up. Honestly, things had turned upside down and right-side-up so quickly it was as though the idea had been shuffled out in the confusion.

“Kacchan, I—”

“You are that embarrassing,” Katsuki corrected. “Turns out it’s just not a deal breaker.”

“So you—you still…You still want to…?”

“Nerd. It’s as good as done.”

Katsuki was smiling, one side of his mouth pulling higher against gravity, as always. It brought Izuku up along with it.

“You want a ring, consider it done. A speech, flowers, a fucking Instagram post, we can do it,” he continued. “But as far as I’m concerned, it’s as good as done. Even before this little lump,” he gestured to Sugu, “it was a done deal. You yelling at me after graduation, that was it. It was serious the whole time. But now we’ve been together long enough that as far as I’m concerned, it’s a sure thing. We’re a sure thing.”

Izuku sniffled, tears trickling down his cheeks that he wiped away just so they didn’t land on Sugu’s head. “Well, you’ve got the speech part down,” he chuckled wetly. “I don’t really need anything else.”

“If you want a ring, I’ll buy a ring,” Katsuki offered, the force of a threat pushing behind his words. “You’ll have to buy me one too, but ain’t nobody accusing me of half-assing this.”

“No,” Izuku said, waving the fingers he had free from holding up Sugu. “No this…all this is more than enough.”

It wasn’t though, not quite. Not until Katsuki leaned forward and met Izuku overtop Sugu’s head in a chaste kiss. It was the least they could do to seal the deal.

“Mm,” Izuku hummed as they pulled back, eyes still closed. “Also I didn’t yell at you.”

Katsuki scoffed. “Well, whatever you did, it was loud as hell. Hooting, hollering, booming, bawling, I don’t care, you’re loud as shit. And it was the best thing that ever happened to me. Well…maybe second best.”

His gaze had fallen into Izuku’s lap, expression soft as Izuku ever saw it. Katsuki in public was all sharp edges, canines showing with every smile, lips curling so much it was nearly a snarl. Here, the edges had been baby proofed, little bumpers put on every corner.

“Still pending, though,” Katsuki amended, reaching out to take Sugu back. “Gotta wait to see if he’s an asshole.”

“No.” Izuku reached over, grabbing both of Sugu’s little soup dumpling sized fists and punching his arms out again. “Not an asshole. He’s a good guy. Pow pow!”

Katsuki chuckled, rolling his eyes as Izuku played out his imaginary, one-sided fight. “Fine, then maybe I’m just waiting to see if he’s more embarrassing than you.”

“No!” Izuku cried again. “Nothing embarrassing he—Oh my gosh! Kacchan, he just smiled!”

“Bullshit,” Katsuki said as he bent over to see. “He’s at least two weeks away from that.”

Sugu’s mouth was hanging open, possibly confused about what Papa was doing with his arms, probably not thinking too hard about anything in particular. But Izuku swore that just for a moment there, a mere second, his lips had curled up, eyes shimmering with the beginning of a laugh.

“I saw it, Kacchan, I did!”

“You saw nothing,” Katsuki declared, whether out of jealousy or because he truly didn’t believe Izuku was anybody’s guess. “It was probably gas.”

“Was not!”

“It was gas.”

“Kacchan!” Izuku laughed, reaching over closer to his two boys. “Kacchan, I love you.”

“Don’t try and butter me up into admitting you’re right, nerd,” Katsuki threatened. “You’re not right. Smiles don’t happen till at least six weeks.”

“Maybe he’s a prodigy!”

Katsuki scoffed. “A smile prodigy?”

“Yes,” Izuku said, his own smile so big his cheeks had begun to ache.

“That is a crock of shit,” Katsuki started, scooting over to accept Izuku’s cuddle, poking him in the cheek and only exacerbating the ache, “that I can almost believe.”

Izuku brought his knees up so that they rested against Katsuki’s thigh, his head having slipped down to Katsuki’s shoulder. He breathed in a breath, soaking in the moment before he and Katsuki both left for work tomorrow, leaving Sugu with one of his many eager babysitters.

“You know, I think he’s telling us not to worry about tomorrow.”

“I wasn’t worried regardless,” Katsuki said, sinking further into the couch. “He’s been babysat before.”

“I know, but,” Izuku started, trying to find his words. “It’s you and me back at work. Like before. But he'll be waiting and happy to see us when we get back.”

“Course he will.”

It was warm on the couch. The couch they’d bought secondhand after they’d realized how monstrously expensive couches were seemed wise now that there were diaper incidents and spit-ups to contend with. But it was comfortable, and it was the couch their son would grow up on.

“Mm, I can't wait to come home.”

“You are home, dumbass.”

“I know, I know,” Izuku said, his voice growing sleepy, eyes drooping lower and lower. “And I’m so excited to work with Kacchan again, of course I am. But I’ll be so excited to come back home.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Katsuki said, his voice also taking on its telltale gravelly touch. “Me too.”

“It’s like home plus now.”

“Home with bonus features.”

“Home, never-before-seen, behind-the-scenes content.”

The two of them had watched too many old All Might DVD’s not to know the shticks, for them to bring back good memories of time with All Might, time together.

“Home go beyond,” Katsuki supplied, finishing with the best one.

“Plus ultra,” Izuku completed. “It’s home, Kacchan. I've never felt more at home.”

Fin

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