#DAT [nuzzle nuzzle]

[bird-inacage]

The Heart Killers | Trailer Reaction with Mentkorn

Someone please explain the science of this to me. How is it that Khaotung has been going to the gym more than he ever has in his entire life, and he still looks tinier than ever next to First?? I mean I know the answer but still! First just seems to dwarf him when they're side by side. TINY SMOL KITTEN.

[dollwrites]

Remy Lebeau with video 1 please 😫🙏🏽

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𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader, established relationship, sleepy sex, cock worship, ball sucking hehe, spit kink, facial. all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ video ref ( nsfw twt link ). please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

you hadn’t woken up to the sound of the door creaking open, and Remy’s bootsteps were virtually silent as he crossed the shared bedroom— old habits from his days in the Thieves Guild. now, of course, he could’ve stripped his gear and crawled into bed, pulled your sleeping form into a loving embrace and drifted off himself. however, the Cajun had much more than sleep on his mind.

his weight is what first stirred you; carefully sinking his knees into the mattress on either side of your head, caging your face between powerful, warm thighs. he knows how to pin you without crushing you, thankfully, so the position isn’t uncomfortable, even as you’re startled awake.

“Remy…?” your eyelids flutter, threatening to open, but your nostrils were already filling with the familiar scent of your lover as you inhale. you squirm underneath him, but not to wriggle free— simply to stretch, turning your face to nuzzle your face against his bare thigh. pressing a soft, drowsy kiss to it, you can feel the muscles tighten just beneath his skin as if they’re dancing for you.

“Sh, sh, sh,” Remy drawls in a husky rumble from somewhere deep within his chest. “I know you’re sleepy, chére, but Gambit needs to use dat pretty face a’yers real quick like. Gambit been thinkin’ ‘bout it all night.”

you start to speak, begin to offer to wake up fully. after all, the possibility of fucking Remy could pull you out of even the sweetest dreams. “Do you want me to—?”

“Gambit wants ‘cha ta just lay back, ain’t gotta do nothin’,” he assures with a low sigh. “Let me just play with my petit, d’accord?”

that was when Remy laid the weight of his cock across your face. he was already rock hard, you noticed. he must’ve been playing with himself prior, and the visage of him standing in the dark doorway, pumping his cock to the sight of you blissfully unaware and asleep fills your mind. almost as if instinct spurred you to do so, your mouth opens. barely awake, but you wanted to suck on him, you couldn’t help yourself. he didn’t guide the tip to your mouth; instead, his palm presses against the shaft, and his hips rock forward, rutting against your countenance. however, he doesn’t miss how you expect your mouth filled. “Feelin’ greedy, too, chére?” he teases with a chuckle, “Need somethin’ to keep that sweet mouth busy?”

your eyelids are heavy so they stay closed, drunk off Remy’s arousal and musk, overwhelmed and surrounded, but you nod, jaw hanging slack as you welcome the opportunity. “Uh huh…” your tongue breaches, smearing over the throbbing veins beneath his skin, lapping at the cock splayed across your face.

Remy shifts above you, inching up further as his free hand cradles his base and balls, guiding the latter to your waiting lips, that envelops the sensitive sac with no hesitation. he hisses through his teeth. “There ya go, chére,” it was almost a plea, and his hips jerk forward, thrusting against your features again. “Just like dat.” Remy’s balls are heavy and warm, decorated with sparse, dark hair that matches the bed in his groin that the base of his cock springs from. your cheeks hollow as you suckle, mouth full, and you feel a slow drip trickling on to your cheek. at first, your brows twitch and furrow, before you realize that it’s Remy above you, drooling spit across your face and his cock, then smearing it in with his hand, taking a moment to pump the organ one more time before bracing it again. with his hips undulating at a leisurely, savoring pace, he uses your face to get off, creating a U with his hand to craft a makeshift tunnel against your features to slide through. “Keep on suckin, petit. Dat mouth is pure heaven.”

you’re grateful for his lazy rhythm much unlike when he’s in a frenzy because of how drowsy you still are, but your core soaks to the symphony of his pants and grunts, the way his purrs when you suck hard and attempt to swirl your tongue around the nut in your mouth, and his heavy and euphoric sighing. forcing one eye open, your blink to clear your blurred vision, just to catch a glimpse of your lover. Remy was a looming figure above you, shoulders hunched as he forced himself to take his time, thick dark brows furrowed and his handsome features twisted in pleasure. the nonessential hand had since found purchase against the headboard to support himself, his muscles taught and bulging. though the room was too dark to tell for sure, you were almost certain his cheeks were sporting the familiar rosy tint they typically held when he was reaching the peak of pleasure. his head drops forward, his crimson gaze catches you admiring him, and his parted lips etch up into a pleased grin.

“Might wanna keep them pretty eyes shut, chére,” he warns, only half playfully, grinding his teeth in preparation of the impending orgasm, “Gambit gonna make a mess a’ya real soon...”

and make a mess of you is exactly what he did. though you were disappointed that you would miss out on the visual feast that was Remy cumming, you obediently allowed your eye to fully close again, and just in time for Gambit to let out a shuddering groan. his abdomen muscles contracted, balls tightening against your tongue, as he thrusts against your face more erratically, unable to keep himself completely in check. you let out a happy, albeit muffled, mewl when streamers of Remy’s spunk paints your features. the release isn’t explosive; he doesn’t shoot a hefty load like usual. instead, the extract oozes from his throbbing cock head and dribbles over your cheek, globs rolling down over your lips. releasing his sufficiently sticky, worshiped balls, you tilt your head back against the pillow and open your mouth even wider to allow the escaping beads to drip on your tongue, an intoxicating saliva and cum cocktail that you eagerly sip from. your thighs clench together upon feeling yourself getting wetter as you take your man’s orgasm, your core’s aching becoming more and more glaringly apparent. you wanted— no, you needed Remy to give your pussy some attention.

Remy exhales a breath he’d been holding in, ragged and a half moan, and takes hold of his strong base again, smearing his satisfied cock across your face, rubbing the warm, stickiness of his essence over every inch of your face, before taking a moment to give your plushy cheek a couple of gentle, playful spanks with his spongy, bulbous tip. a mischievous sparkle glints against abysmal scleras as he hears the wet smack, and marvels in the way you turn your open mouth, hoping to take his dick into your mouth. “You sure are a needy lil thing, ain’tcha, petit?” he teases, tracing the shape of your open mouth with his tip. the tender slit beads with the last of his deposit, leaving a deliciously salty taste on your tiers. “Can’t even wake up all the way, but still tryin’ to take more?” Remy snorts a heavy breath in amusement through his nose as he caresses your messy cheek, mumbling in a fond drawl, “Well, how could Gambit say no to such a pretty, pliant display?”

[cera-writes]

Balcony Tryst

A/N: I've had this idea for a while. Wrote this while listening to House of the Rising Sun by Lauren O'Connell. Summary: Remy LeBeau and you share a private suite overlooking Bourbon Street in New Orleans. Things get heated quickly ;) Tags: voyeurism, nsfw, public sex, handjob

The night air was thick with the heady scent of Bourbon Street and the distant hum of New Orleans' nightlife. The balcony of the private suite wrapped around them like a secret cocoon, shielding their passionate encounter from prying eyes below. Remy LeBeau, his lean body pressed against yours, his hands gripping the balustrade as he steadied himself, his breath hot against your neck.

"Y'feel s'good, chere," he murmured, his voice a low, seductive growl that sent shivers down your spine. His Cajun accent was more pronounced in the quiet of your balcony, each word dripping with desire.

You could feel his hardness against your palm, the rhythm of your stroking matching the pounding of your heart. You moved your hand faster, relishing the way his body responded, the soft moans escaping him, the way he bit down gently on your shoulder, a mix of pain and pleasure sparking through you.

"Remy," you gasped, turning your head slightly to meet his gaze, "you're so... intense."

He chuckled, the sound deep and rich, as he nuzzled your ear. "It's jus' you, ma chérie. Y'bring out dis side of me."

The city lights twinkled below, casting a soft glow over the balcony, highlighting the curves of his muscles as he moved with you. His free hand traveled up your back, pulling you closer, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin that made you shiver.

"Tell me what you want," you whispered, your voice catching in your throat as you felt his body tense with anticipation.

"Remy wan'chu," he breathed, his lips brushing against your cheek, "all of you, right here, right now."

You leaned into him, your body flush against his, feeling the heat between you rise. The world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you and the intoxicating thrill of the moment.

"Show me," you challenged, your voice barely above a whisper, your hand still moving confidently up and down his length.

Remy's response was immediate. He turned you around, pressing you against the cool cast iron of the balcony, his body sheltering yours from the slight breeze. His hands found your hips, gripping them tightly as he positioned himself behind you.

"Look at me," he commanded, his voice firm yet tender. You obeyed, meeting his fiery gaze over your shoulder. The intensity in his eyes was palpable, a mix of passion and possession that made your breath hitch.

"You're mine tonight," he declared, his tone leaving no room for doubt. "And Remy gon show you how good it be."

With that, he entered you slowly, deliberately, watching your face for any sign of discomfort. You bit your lip, holding back a moan as he filled you, the sensation overwhelming in the best possible way.

"Dat's it, ma chérie," he encouraged, his voice thick with emotion as he began to move, his thrusts steady and deep. "Take all of me."

You closed your eyes, letting the sensations wash over you. Each stroke of his body against yours was a promise, each touch a testament to the connection you shared. The world outside the balcony faded into insignificance, the noise of the bustling streets below nothing but a distant echo.

"Remy," you whimpered, the word torn from your lips as he hit a particularly sensitive spot, "please..."

"What'cha need, chere?" he panted, his movements growing more urgent, his hands roaming over your body, exploring every curve, every dip.

You didn't have the words, not then, not when all you could focus on was the delicious friction, the way he made you feel alive, wanted, cherished.

"Just you," you managed, your voice cracking with emotion. "Always you."

Remy kissed your shoulder, his teeth grazing your skin gently as he quickened his pace, his body slick with sweat, his breaths coming in sharp gasps.

"Lookit dem," he suddenly said, his voice husky as he nodded towards the street below. Your eyes followed his gesture, spotting a couple paused under a streetlight, their shadows entwined. "D'ey can't see us, but d'ey know we're here."

The idea of being watched, even indirectly, sent a thrill through you. It was taboo, dangerous, yet incredibly erotic. You could feel Remy's excitement grow, his grip on your hips tightening as he pounded into you with renewed vigor.

"F-fuck yes," you gasped, your voice mingling with his in a symphony of desire. "Let them know."

Remy's laughter was wild, unrestrained, as he claimed you fully, his body a blur of motion, his emotions laid bare. "D'ey envy us, chere," he growled, his voice raw with passion. "D'ey wish d'ey were us."

The thought was heady, empowering. You arched your back, offering yourself to him completely, your fingers digging into the iron railing as you rode out the wave of pleasure building within you.

"Remy," you cried out, your voice carrying on the night air, "I'm close."

"D'en come for Remy. Unravel for me," he demanded, his own release imminent. "Let me feel it, cher."

With a final surge of energy, you let go, your body convulsing around him as waves of ecstasy crashed over you. Remy followed soon after, his groan of completion mingling with yours, his body shuddering with the force of his climax.

For a moment, there was silence, save for your ragged breathing and the distant sounds of the city. Remy remained inside you, his forehead resting against your shoulder, his body still humming with the aftermath of passion.

"Chere," he murmured, his voice soft, almost reverent, "dat was..."

You turned in his arms, your fingers tracing the lines of his face, his chest, still heaving with exertion. "Perfect," you finished for him, your smile gentle, loving.

Remy kissed you then, a slow, deep kiss that spoke of promises and possibilities, of nights like this and many more to come. When he pulled away, his eyes held a glimmer of mischief.

"Ready for another round, ma chérie?" he teased, his hand trailing down your spine, reigniting the fire within you.

You laughed, the sound light and carefree, as you pulled him closer, ready to explore the depths of your desires once more.

[charles-leclerizz]

🏎️ ๋࣭ ⭑ cat-quette

🏁 Pairings : Max vertsappen X fem! Reader

🏁 Warnings : fluffy as hell, suggestive language and one suggestive scene.

🏁 Word Count : 2.7k words (2742 words)

🏁 Summary : Sometimes, a family of 4 needs just one more addition, so you and your boyfriend venture out to find the perfect new daughter

🏁 translations via radio comm below

🏁 credits : word dividers by @gigittamic

🏁 Music player : Winter blossom by Dept, Ashley blossom, nobody like you pat

“Come on Maxie, please” You draw at the syllable at the end of your plea, dancing in your spot in your shared kitchen, “Imagine it, you, me, jimmy, sassy and a third cat, we could name it, kibble or something.”

Max looked at you with a worried expression, one brow arched in questioning, “Kibble?” He continued to knead the bread dough in front of him, slamming his hands into the mixture that sat fluffy and aerated on your marble counter, “You just demonstrated why we can’t get a third cat, you’re gonna make it depressed in the first 2 days.”

“Now that’s mean.” You cross your arms over and harrumph, going over to the stove to stir the searing vegetables in the pan.

Out of the corner of your eye you see him wash his hands free of the dough that remained on his fingers before going back to the olive oil doused ball and placing it into a wooden bowl, he then laid a fresh white cloth over the dough and transferred it into the fridge for it to rise for about 40 minutes.

You then felt his presence behind you, then you felt his hands snake around your waist and then his head followed suit, nuzzling into your neck before placing a soft kiss on your skin, “I’m sorry schat.” He mumbled, tickling your ear with his soft tufts of blonde hair.

“Y’know,” You paused briefly in between your enraged sauteing, stainless steel spatula in the air, “I don’t think you are.”

“But I reeeaaallly am.” He copied your elongated whine, shifting the two of you by guiding you side to side, oscillating gently as though you were the dough and he was trying to knead the forgiveness out of you, “How about this..” he started, laughing inwardly when your ears perked up and you attempted to discreetly turn off the gas so you could spin in his hold. Looping your arms around his neck you prompted him to continue, “We could go to the pet shop tomorrow.” He murmured, looking up into the air, despite your vice like grip on his head as though the particles would answer him and not your already giddy form in front of him.

“Yeah?” You danced slightly in his hold, wiggling your hips like a hyper child, “You promise?”

“You can drive pista if I forget.” He nodded solemnly.

“Oh shit-“ You lean back, impressed with his dedication, “You really are sorry”

“dat is alles wat nodig is?” He blubbers, eyes wide for dramatic effect, as you would like to call it, “Your standards are low, real low my love.”

You furrow your brows, playfully hitting the underside of his head before leaning up to kiss his grimaced lips, "What else is new? How else do you think this happened?” You gestured between the two of you.

Max hummed, leaning down to kiss your cheek before trailing down to your jaw, he grinned against you when your breath hitched and you pulled him closer, if that was possible, “I wooed you?” He tried; you snorted in response.

“Yeah, you wooed the heck out of me, yee old Maximillian Verstappen, one foul scowl at me and bam four years later here we are.”

You yelped when he bit your neck.

“Hmm, I’m just so so handsome?” He couldn’t hold his laugh back at this claim.

“I first met you when you were a scrawny 18-year-old, but yes, you are very handsome.” you coo at him whilst caressing his face.

Max hummed in agreement, “I know.”

“You’re not going to compliment me?” You asked.

“Hmm…nope.” He shrugged.

You gaped at him for a beat before lunging at his face and taking the soft skin of his cheek between your teeth, holding it there and growling playfully. Max yelped and laughed at your pseudo-attack before pushing you away and taking your lips captive with his as revenge, “You’re much prettier than me geliefde.” He added before his tongue slipped between your lips.

“Max... the food” You helplessly remind him when he finally detaches from you, only to lift you into his arms and move to the left to sit you down onto the counter, slotting himself in between your pliantly open thighs you draw him closer despite your objections.

“Fuck the food...” He murmurs against your ear, kissing behind it and trailing his mouth lower and lower until he reached your baby blue, silk camisole. Max looks up at you briefly, his bottom lip just barely breaching the collar of your flowy top, you stare down at him eyes heavy and threatening to flutter closed with every hot breath of his that fanned over your chest.

You bring one hand away from his neck to drag down his face, your middle finger just barely anchored on his mouth, pulling down his lip until he stopped your journey south and took the soft digit into his mouth, “Yeah, that sounds fair.” You breathed out, already jumping back into his embrace, preparing yourself to slam the bedroom door closed with a breathless laugh.

“You forgot, didn’t you?” You ask him, plugging in your hairdryer and drawing out a large barrelled round brush from the containers that sat on your counter. The bathroom door was wide open as you waited expectantly for Max to emerge from the walk-in closet on the opposite side of the room, the only divider being your bed and a half-length wall.

“What? What did I forget?” Your boyfriend looked down at his phone, waiting for a calendar event to remind him, when that didn’t happen, he looked up at you.

You remained still, just flicking on the contraption in your hands and drowning out his obliviousness with the sound of luke-warm air drying your hair.

“Babe?” he tried once.

“Babe?” He tried again.

“Babe?”

You finally snapped, large brush still wrapped in your hair as your hand pressed your silky strands into the bristles and hair sprayed the volume into it, “Max, you’re shitting me, right? That’s it, keys to the pista.” You ordered, tapping your nail against the counter space next to you.

That’s when the realisation hit the driver in front of you, his face blanched and he rushed up to you, “See, I didn’t forget I conveniently played stupid?” He tried; eyes slightly lit up with hope.

“You’re right-“ You start, snorting at the badly veiled victorious expression on his face, “You are stupid.”

By this point, Max had reached the threshold of the bathroom and had slumped forward, the only thing stopping him from face-planting the expensive tiled floor were his hands braced on the doorframe, “Not the pista, baby, anything else.”

“What about one of your Aston Martins ?,” You faced him, tearing your eyes away from your reflection in the large mirror ahead.

Max’s face fell at the mention of his beloved collection of Aston’s, “Okay, so maybe we take the Pista…”

You pouted at him, swiping on a generous amount of pink lip-gloss, “I knew I should’ve been on top last night.”

The rollers in your hair fell one by one as you undid them, smiling cheekily to yourself when Max choked on his own spit, “What’s that meant to mean?”

“Don’t ask questions, that you don’t want to know the answers to.” You pass by him in the doorway, pinching his cheeks together and pecking him quickly on his duck-lips.

“So it’s the Pista?” He hollered from his place, craning his neck to where you had turned into the closet.

He heard you snort, and the rustling of fabric before you answered him, “It’s the most expensive Aston Martin you own!”

You ended up taking the pista.

But your resignation was soon vindicated when you broke the speed limits the whole drive from your apartment to the best pet store in the city.

“Heer, red mij” Max prayed, hand braced on the ceiling of the sports car as your heeled foot pressed even harder onto the accelerator, the car purred happily whilst you cruised along the mountain road, the view of the crashing waves almost therapeutic, until the serene scene was broken with a-

“BEN JE NET 150 KM/U BREKEN? HOE?” A shaky finger followed promptly afterwards, tapping the speedometer a few times.

You blow a nonchalant breath through your lips, “You’re a formula one driver Maxie, why are you so scared?”

“We don’t normally drive like hooligans, it’s precise and practise-“

You interrupted his rant by miraculously increasing your pace and speeding down the empty highway ahead, Max slammed one hand against the window as an ungodly screech erupted from the 3-time world champion.

Safe to say, you arrived at the pet store in a safe condition.

Never mind that Max had rushed out of the passenger’s seat to press a kiss to the hood of the car, before running to a few nearby bushes and attempting to uproot his breakfast.

Though, with no such luck of evacuating the contents of his stomach, he waddled over to where you stood unimpressed albeit also concerned to knit your hands together, pecking your forehead a few times he allowed you to guide him into the shop.

“Oh my god Maxie, look!” You squealed, rushing up to the large glass display of a dozen or so hamsters, the various coloured furballs rolled around the spacious enclosure as you cooed down at them.

Max bent down as well, but soon caught eye of the “HALF OFF” sign and stood straight, “’M not sure geliefde, maybe not hamsters, jimmy, and sassy like the taste of em.”

You nodded once, wrenching your gaze away from one of the hamsters that you had already grown fond off to hold your boyfriend’s hand once more, “You could be less crude about it.” You mumble inwardly.

“You’re telling me, about being crude.” He scoffed down at you before looping his arms around your neck and tucking you into his side.

The pair of you continued to walk around the retail, swerving into and out of isles whilst browsing each selection of pet that could potentially enter your home.

Max had to continuously drag you away from the more exotic selection that there was on display, that was after you had convinced the store clerk to wrap a domestic snake around his neck.

“You look like you’re about to throw up” You giggle, pointing your phone at Max, who’s face had turned an alarming red as the docile snake snuggled up to his thick neck.

“I’m about to faint, no shit right now, this is not babygirl schat, this is abuse.” He hissed, quoting what you had said to convince him in the first place, he brought one shaky hand up to pet the reptile, a laboured “shhh” noise escaping the dutchman as though he were coercing the docile animal to not strangle the life out of him.

Luckily, the over-amused store clerk unwrapped the snake from his shoulders before Max simultaneously shit himself and cried.

“Maxie, look” You rushed over to another enclosure, this time, it was a large area on the floor walled off with pet gates, plush pillows were propped up against the black grate along with tumultuous cat toys spread across the floor. Luckily, to match the mess, there were at least 15 kittens, all different breeds, some were sleeping on their tummies, fluffy eyes closed as their four limbs spread out oddly whilst others were being entertained by other enraptured patrons.

“Hi guys,” You whispered, tucking your skirt beneath your thighs as your crouched down again, coming eye to eye with the adorable animals, “You’re so cute,” Max had joined you promptly, hitching up his jeans as he lowered himself next to you, large blue eyes following the cats.

A worker noticed the two of you and left their previous customers, a couple, much like yourselves, the two people cuddled a soft brown kitten who nuzzled into their shared embrace.

“Hi! Can I help you?”

You looked up at her, smiling, “My boyfriend and I were looking for a new addition to our family, I would love to bring home one of these guys.” You gestured to the large play pen.

“Well, that’s just lovely! But the cat’s choose you guys, not the other way around.” The middle-aged woman laughed, her olive skin stretching as she unlocked the gate and ushered the two of you in, “That’s how me and my husband got our cat.”

“Oh...” You stood eerily still as multiple odd fluff-balls came and sniffed your heels before trotting away, “What if none of them like me?” You whisper to Max, who already housed at least 3 kittens by his feet, “Nonsense, you just have to be patient darling.” He kissed your cheek and rubbed your arm comfortingly.

After about 10 minutes of you gingerly attempting to welcome a companion into your embrace, a smaller, more fur decadent kitten walked out from behind the small playhouse that sat in the far corner of the enclosure. It cocked its head curiously at you before yawning and shaking its back, and rump, its snow-white fur oscillating with its movements.

“Hi honey,” You whispered, bending down to allow it to clamber sleepily into your lap, you squealed internally, standing up once again with the kitten safely embraced into your arms, its back angled comfortably on your forearms and head rested on your chest whilst it blinked slowly at you, pale green eyes shining happily.

Max grinned serenely at the pair of you, watching as you brought a hand up to rub gently on the pink nose of the animal in your care, “I think you just got chosen.” He laughed quietly, his chin resting on your shoulder as he gazed down at the sleepy cat.

“Her name’s pookie.” You declared giddily as you approached the car, holding out your hand for the keys to the expensive car. Max stared at you, fear evident in his eyes.

“You can name her whatever you want, but you are not driving the car, we have precious cargo now,” He petted pookie behind her ear.

“Fine, come here baby.” You barely pouted, already taking pookie and her small, shell shaped bed into your arms. She rested peacefully in your lap, purring contently as Max hauled the other pink cat care items you had bought, into the back seat.

“So, I just had to buy you a cat?” Max inquired; hand braced on the back of your headrest as he backed out of the parking spot.

You lean over the dash to kiss Max’s stubble covered cheek, “It’s so easy to please me, my love.”

“Well….” He squeaked, looking over at you suggestively.

“You perv,” You smacked his forehead but laughed nonetheless, “There’s children present.”

“So, Max?”

The driver perked up at his name, flipping the microphone in his hand to answer the question, he leaned back against the white sofa where he was joined by a few other of his fellow colleagues all of whom turned to the questioner in the sea of reporters.

“We’ve heard you have a new addition to the family?”

Max laughed into the mic, before adjusting the cap on his head and nodding, “Very true yes, the missus and I just got a new kitten into the house.” He plucked out his phone and held up a photo of you and Pookie, both of whom were turned away from the lens to face the large window showing of the Monaco coastline.

A flurry of ‘awws’ escaped the people present, and Charles who also swooned at the photo spoke into the mic, “Do you guys have a name yet?”

“Kind of, she wanted to name it ‘pookie’ and I just think that when I talk about the kitten, I’ll sound like an idiot, it doesn’t feel right with my accent.”

Charles popped his mouth open, “Wait- you call me pookie?”

Back at home, you had snuggled up to Jimmy and Sassy, both of whom had settled with laying their heads onto each of your legs whilst you held Pookie close to your chest, caressing her cheek, “That’s what you get leclerc.” You snarl at the screen, “Stealing my boyfriend, leaving our children fatherless, you whore.” You joked, filming your commentary to send to Max, who on the television screen was already justifying the similar names between his new daughter, and his work wife.

Pookie blinked up at you, and you swore, that she smiled at your determined face.

📻 Kcccchh.... come in.... come in...translatiion available...over

📻 Kchh...Dutch....to english....over

dat is alles wat nodig is ? - that's all it takes ?

Geliefde - Love [r]

Heer, red mij - Lord, save me

BEN JE NET 150 KM/U BREKEN? HOE? - DID YOU JUST BREAK 150 KPH? HOW?

schat - Darling/Love/Babe [term of endearment]

[babyhatesreality]

The Book was Better

Daddy!Stucky x little f!reader

Warnings: SFW Agere (SSC), f! reader, reader is named but name used sparingly, pet names/nicknames, fear of disappointment, a little language, fluff (I mean really do you expect anything less from me? :D)

PLEASE NOTE- THIS STORY IS AGERE AND SFW, THE REST OF MY BLOG IS NOT NECESSARILY SO. YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN MEDIA CONSUMPTION. DO NOT COPY, PLAGIARIZE, OR TRANSLATE ANY OF MY WORKS ONTO ANY SITE. Likes, comments, and reblogs deeply appreciated! 

A/N- for @asittwas, who just gave me the loveliest compliment and reblog. Thank you darling!! To all of you- sorry to be gone so long. Life hopefully is going to ease up for a while.

"Alright puppy, you ready?" Steve said, grinning as he finished tying your shoes.

"YES!" you screamed with joy, flinging yourself forward into his arms. He laughed and tossed you in the air, before bringing you into his chest and nuzzling your cheek lovingly. "Can we please go now pleeeeease?"

"Yup, it's go time! Let's get Daddy and head out."

You wriggled with excitement. You all were going to the zoo today! The day was finally here! They'd been hyping you up for a while over it- not that you needed the help getting excited- and you were nearly exploding for joy, hence Papa carrying you to find Daddy. If he put you down, you were likely to run roughly 9000 laps around the apartment just on adrenaline alone. And while chasing you was a good workout for the both of them, Steve and Bucky had agreed to keep your energy reserved for the zoo.

"What animals are you most excited to see today, little one?" Steve asked, bouncing you playfully as you made your way together to the bedroom. They had asked you the same question every day for the past two weeks, and you had a different answer every time.

You tapped your fingers against your lips, thinking. "Ummmm..." you mumbled as you thought hard. "Da tigers, and da sheep, and...and..." Steve pinched his lips together in amusement at this new combo and waited for you to finish your thought, "....and the DRAGONS!"

Well. That was an entirely new one.

Steve carefully cleared his throat, wanting to get ahead of this now. "Baby," he said gently, slowing down his pace a bit. You frowned and looked down at his feet, speaking before he could gather his thoughts and patting him hard on the shoulder.

"Papa, go faster!"

"Baby, listen-"

"Go faster to Daddy!! Now!!!"

"Hey," Steve said sternly, stopping immediately. You bit your lip, looking contrite. "Are you allowed to talk to me that way?"

"I sorry," you said, abashed. "I excited."

Steve smiled gently and gave you a kiss on the temple in forgiveness as he resumed his journey. "I know you're excited. But I need you to listen right now and be a good girl. Understood?"

"Okay, Papa!"

"Good girl. So...so there will be lots of fun animals at the zoo today, and we'll see them all, okay?"

"Okay!"

"But there might not be all the animals you want. Sometimes that happens."

"But dat's where dey live. In da ZOO. Dey gonna be dere."

"I know, honey," he said patiently, praying that this didn't go off the rails. They had been reading the Hobbit to you, and you had become obsessed with the characters, especially Smaug. He was the ultimate villain in all your playacting recently. Steve and Bucky tried so hard not to destroy your make believe world, but he also didn't want you to get crushed when you didn't see anything close to the dragon in your mind today. "We'll see all the animals that live at the zoo. But some animals don't live at the zoo."

"I know! Dey live all over the world and den some live at the zoo."

"Right. So the zoo doesn't have all the animals in the world. But that doesn't mean that we're not going to have lots of fun, right?"

"Right!"

"Right. So if an animal isn't there, then that's okay, right? Because we're still gonna have fun."

"Yup!"

"Okay, then!" Steve said, knowing he had laid the ground work to help you if you mentioned "dragons" again, and feeling pretty good about it. You two walked into the bedroom just as Bucky was pulling on a baseball cap. You squealed in delight, leaning forward out of Steve's arms towards Bucky. He spun around and effortlessly caught you, giving you a huge kiss on the cheek.

"Alright, Trouble, you ready?" he asked as Steve retrieved his own ballcap. "You ready to see all the animals?"

"Yeah! We gonna see DRAGONS!"

Steve's nervous gaze swung to Bucky's face. Bucky was looking at you impassively, clearly in thought. He turned and smiled gently, and Steve's heart stopped racing for a moment. Surely Bucky would help and say the right thing to you.

"Well, you never know at the zoo," Bucky said with a shrug and a grin. You cheered loudly. He chuckled at the look of astonished betrayal on his husband's face as you all headed out the door.

*******************************************************

It became clear to the both of them that the idea of dragons had taken hold of your little mind and was not letting up. The entire way there, you chatted animatedly about how when you saw the dragon, Papa and Daddy could pretend to be the knights and the kings and the elves and the hobbits from Daddy's book and save you- the beautiful princess- from certain death and then you- who also apparently wielded a convenient bow and arrow- would save all the animals in the zoo and become the Princess of New York City.

When you all went through the front gates, there was a blessed time when they thought they might be off the hook from this whole dragon thing. All the sights captured and held your attention. You were instantly mesmerized by the beautiful tigers, you laughed at the silly monkeys, you followed the paths of the birds and the peacocks being very careful not to scare them, and your eyes had taken on a wonderous look when you actually got to feed a giraffe. The petting zoo part had been a huge hit. They were almost home free, thinking about lunch as you skipped in between them down the path, holding both their hands.

"Can we see da dragons now?" you asked politely out of the blue, after about three hours of not mentioning it once. Steve shot Bucky a nervous look.

"Well, Baby, remember how I said that some animals don't live in zoos?" Steve said carefully

"Yeah, but-"

"Well, love, dragons don't do well in zoos. And this zoo doesn't have any dragons."

"Yes dey-"

"No, no they don't. But we can go see other animals and keep having fun, right?"

"Go see da dragons!"

"There's no dragons to see here, baby. We could go look at the zebras instead, how would you like that?"

You shook your head, planting your feet, which caused them both to stop. You pointed to a sign on the left, letting go of Bucky's hand.

"See? Da dragons is DERE!" you said triumphantly. "I see da word!!" They turned and looked. The sign that you were impetuously pointing to listed reptiles, tortoises, and...Komodo dragons. "See? Dragons!" You snatched Bucky's hand again, pulling them in that direction. "We gotta go!" you hollered joyfully, yanking your daddies as hard as you could to follow you.

"She must have recognized the word from looking at the book," Steve murmured to Bucky as he let you drag him towards the enclosure. "Do you think she's going to be upset when...when she sees it?"

"Only one way to find out," Bucky said, failing to suppress his grin at your stubbornness and determination, and trotting willingly with you. Steve sighed, exasperated, internally grumbling and swearing to himself that if you had a meltdown it was all going to be Bucky's fault.

Once you all got closer, you excitedly asked Bucky to pick you up in a hushed voice, knowing that dragons could hear intruders into their caves. You wanted a better view for your first time seeing a live dragon.

Steve watched your face very carefully as the three of you approached the large viewing area. He watched as your brow wrinkled in confusion. He heard you whisper to Bucky.

"Where is da treasure?"

Bucky, to his credit, answered quickly, having worked on his game plan all along. "Probably inside," he whispered back. "You know, so the other dragons and zoo people don't steal it. He's got it hidden extra extra good."

"Dat makes sense," you said, nodding wisely. You craned your neck, holding tightly onto Bucky as he tried to hold in a snicker. "How's come we see outsides and not a cave like da book?" was your next question.

"Because we don't want to go into the cave and get burned up, do we?"

"OH! No, don't want dat."

"I didn't think you did."

"But den how's he gonna come out?" You pointed to the opening in the rock. "Is too small."

Bucky was saved by a lizard in that moment. He didn't have a good answer to that one, but luckily the Komodo dragon chose to make his appearance right then. Both Steve and Bucky turned their faces to watch you as your jaw dropped in utter astonishment. The Komodo dragon took his sweet time stepping out of the enclosure, his long tongue flicking the air around him.

"What's he doing?" you asked in an awed voice.

"He's got the scent of something," Bucky whispered back, actually knowing the real answer here. "He senses and tastes something in the air and he's trying to figure out what it is."

"Ohhhhh," you breathed in wonder. Your eyes took in every inch of that Komodo dragon, your little body jolting with surprise or glee anytime the lizard moved. After about three minutes of you being nearly catatonic with joy at finally seeing a dragon, you turned to Bucky again, confusion crossing your face.

"Is bigger in da book," you commented as you tried to figure out why this dragon was so small.

Bucky couldn't help the snort of laughter at that moment, but as your little frown deepened just a bit, he passed it off as a cough then turned very seriously to you. "This must be a baby dragon," he explained in a lofty voice that was clearly supposed to be a stab at a scholarly approach. "A big dragon probably wouldn't agree to live at the zoo."

"But, den where is his daddy dragon? Is he gonna come back?" you asked anxiously.

"Oh yeah, of course," Bucky said without missing a beat. Steve suppressed a smile, knowing that NOW Bucky was mentally sweating bullets. Then, damn it all, Bucky once again dug himself out of the hole. "You know what? This is probably a distraction," Bucky whispered conspiratorially to you.

"Distra...districta...a what?"

"A distraction. The daddy dragon is guarding the real treasure, while the baby dragon makes everyone come look at him because he's so cute and sweet. No one will think to go looking for their treasure because the baby dragon distracts them!"

"Dat is so SMART!" you gasped in agreed. "Smart dragons! Like da books!!"

"Yup, exactly like the books."

You looked back at the Komodo dragon, smiling ear to ear, then turned back to both your daddies.

"Da book was better," you declared happily, then nodded sagely as if the matter was now closed. "Can we go see zebras?"

You all had a delightful rest of the day at the zoo, seeing all the animals, and that night you cheerfully went to bed without a fuss at the promise of a story with your daddies starring as the knights of New York who saved you from the dragon.

And for the rest of your lives, occasionally Steve or Bucky would turn to each other and quietly say "Eh, the book was better," making the each other laugh to the point of joyful tears.

[rebelliousstories]

Seasons Greetings

25 Days of Ficmas

Relationship: Remy LeBeau/Gambit x Reader

Fandom: X-Men

Request: No

Warnings: Fluff

Word Count: 1,078

Main Masterlist: Here

X-Men Masterlist: Here

Summary: Being so far away from home at the holidays, it was not something that most people could do. But leave it to a Cajun in love with another Cajun to bring home to him.

Consider Donating: Here

“Remy, ya ‘round ‘ere somewhere?” Poking her head into another room in the mansion, the woman was on the hunt. Looking around for her lover, she was trying to locate him so that he could come have some dinner.

“Remy, where ya at?” She called again, dipping into a random study. Finally, the familiar head of hair sitting against the windowsill. Sighing in relief, she was not sure whether or not she had gotten his attention, but came over to sit next to him.

Wrapping her arms around Gambit, she pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Whatcha doin’ up here, mon amour?”

“Just thinkin’, chere. Dats all.” Remy grumbled, keeping his eyes outside on the snowy ground below. He pressed a kiss to her warmed hand in return.

“Gon’ need more den dat, Remy. Ya been upset for da past few days. Tell me what’s wrong,” she tried to prompt him onto speaking more.

“Well, I just… guess da Gambit is feelin’ bit homesick, or- or like, nostalgic tonight ‘s all.” Muttering into the sweater the covered her arms, he tried to almost disappeared into the soft wool.

“Oh, Remy,” she cooed, nuzzling into the side of his head. “Whatcha thinkin’ ‘bout dat’s got you feelin’ so down?”

He took a minute to answer, looking very hesitant to say what it was. “‘Member dem bonfires up and da road on Christmas Eve? I miss those da most.”

“Maybe we should show these Yankees what a proper Cajun Christmas looks like, yeah?” She shook the other Cajun slightly, looking deep into his eyes. There was a twinkle there that had not been there before as he got excited at the prospect.

“It’s snowin’, but dat jus’ means dat de ground no set ablaze.” Her smiled widened as Remy was getting into the spirit again.

Rushing to throw on the proper outside attire, she barely managed to get her coat on when she was being pulled out the door by her boyfriend. Giggling, they set out together to gather enough dry wood and sticks to build their little fires. It was a little difficult with the snow, but they made it work.

Once they gathered enough to make one, now the real fun began. The more wood they gathered became different shapes and creations. Remy managed to find just enough to turn into a log cabin looking thing, while she attempted to make one that looked like an alligator. All the while, they kept laughing, and smiling. Reminiscing about their childhood Christmas’s.

“What are you two doing?” A sudden voice came through as they were building a fleur-de-lis. Ororo stood there, white hair nearly blending in with the snowy background.

“Cajun Christmas, Storm.” The woman beamed, adding small twigs where she could.

“And what do you do with these wooden structures?” Noticing just how many there were around the front yard of the school, Storm was utterly confused as to what these two crazy Cajuns were going to do.

“We light ‘em up.” Remy stated.

“That checks.” Storm shrugged. “Want an extra hand?”

And just like that, now three people were working on building. Ororo was intrigued as the two southerners explained to her why they did what they did. “In Cajun country, these bonfires light the way for Christmas mass. Dey serve gumbo, and make sure people reach church before Pére Nöel reaches der houses. We must put up a hundred o’ these before Christmas Eve.”

“Yeah. And Pére Nöel to us Cajuns don’t come in a sled wit’ da reindeer. He come wit’ a pirouge pulled by gators. Dis why Cajuns da best.” She added to her boyfriend’s explanation.

The stories from their childhood around these bonfires demonstrated clearly just how much this tradition meant to them. She also noticed that Gambit was in a much better mood than he had been recently. Perhaps this is what he needed; a little taste of home.

What the three did not know was that they were slowly accumulating an audience. Students watched from the windows, or they made their way to sit on the front porch of the school. The other adults were also finding ways to watch what the three were doing. Only when they began lighting them up, did they realize what had happened. Oohs and aahs sounded off, making them look over to the front of the school.

However, one person that did not understand what was going on was Charles. As he rode through the school, he became more and more confused as he could not find a single student nor teacher. That is, until he felt the culmination of all of their thoughts out front. Wheeling closer, he panicked a bit as he saw the flames but calmed down when he actually made it outside. With a smile, the professor found a spot to sit and watch the display of beautiful flames, and enjoy the warmth they provided.

Lighting the last structure, Remy grabbed his girlfriend’s hand and pulled her up to where the students and teachers sat. He sent a smile to Xavier, who winked a him in return. Storm went over to stand with Rogue and Wolverine who watched with rapt attention.

“This makin’ ya feel bettah, Remy?” She asked, leaning her head back onto his chest while she sat in front.

“Yes, it is, chere. Merci beaucoup.” Gambit pressed a kiss to her neck, and watched as the flames danced higher and higher. The chill of Christmas was gone, and he knew it was not about the temperature outside.

The fires went out a few hours later, but they continued watching until the wooden structures had been reduced to cinders. Only then, did everyone begin making their way in.

“Gambit,” Storm called, “thank you for letting me help you both. That was a lot of fun. Perhaps we can do it tomorrow for actual Christmas and you two can make some gumbo?” She left to go back into the warmth of the school before her after that.

However, the couple was stopped by Charles before they made their way in. “That was wonderful, you two. Next time, let me know first. I almost panicked when I saw the smoke rising.”

The couple looked at each other with matching smirks. Stepping forward, she rested her hand on the professor’s chair to lead them all inside. “Tell me, Charles. You ever had proper gumbo?”

Oh yeah. Remy was definitely in love with this woman.

[basu-shokikita]

for your drabble kiss thing- skwistok as 17 or 48 🤭

I don't wanna post 2 drabbles in one ask so you're getting 17 for now :3

17. (Kiss) to distract

Toki grumbled against the smooth skin of Skwisgaar's (non existent) bicep. "It ams so nices likes this..."

"Lets me go, Toki." Skwisgaar said, though he sounded amused.

"Noes." Came the muffled reply.

"We both needs to gets up."

Toki shook his head in refusal.

Skwisgaar sighed. "Tokes..."

"Just a bits more!" Toki raised his head, displaying big puppy eyes at Skwisgaar. "Just a bits!"

"Eugh..."

Before Skwisgaar even said anything, Toki buried his face in the pale white chest. Skwisgaar was so skinny and yet so soft in the places that mattered. Face nuzzling against small breasts, Toki mumbled. "Oh, thanks you, mercifuls gods..."

"Dat betters be addreskeds to mes."

Toki didn't reply, just surrounded Skwisgaar's waist in a tight hug while humming. He could stay forever like this, their bodies pressed together in warm silence. Nothing else was needed. This was his happy place.

It hadn't been nearly enough time when he felt Skwisgaar move again. "Okej, let's goes."

"Noooo!" Toki kicked his feet in despair.

Skwisgaar was chuckling now. "You ams actingks likes a childrens whats cants stay at the candies store."

"Thats exactlies what it ams likes!" Toki pouted. "Ams at de best stores in de woilds and de owners kicks me outs..."

"Ams not kickings you outs..." Skwisgaar placed a hand on top of Toki's head fondly. "We just gots to practis-"

"Ahhh!!!" Toki covered his ears. "Stops sayins that woirds! Stops!"

"Alrights-" When Skwisgaar attempted to rip Toki away from him, the latter just grabbed his wrists instead. With a quick movement, he was pining Skwisgaar down on the sofa.

Toki was pleased by the surprise on his expression. "Cant's goes anywhere nows."

Skwisgaar's eyelids covered about half of his eyes. "You knows de bands ams waitingks for us, ja?"

He didn't enjoy Skwisgaar mentioning other people when it was just the two of them right now. "Wells, dey ams gonna has to keep waitings."

"Tok-" The word got stuck in Skwisgaar's throat when Toki pressed their lips together. It only took him an instant before he was reciprocating and they awkwardly rolled on the sofa.

It was a mess of limbs and strands of hair as they made out. Toki massaged Skwisgaar's neck to relax him while his other hand caressed his bony side. Any reluctance Skwisgaar had left melted away with Toki's gently touch and he laid his weight on top of Toki to hold him closer.

Cheekily, Toki toyed with the waistband of Skwisgaar's already undone pants to test his reaction. The following grind seemed to be a response on its own, but before Toki got to shove his hand inside-

"Stops!" Skwisgaar abruptly broke it off, his brow furrowed. "I gotsa goes!" Adjusting his pants, he sat up.

Toki groaned, dropping his arms in the armrest. "Yous still on thats..."

Disapprovingly, Skwisgaar finished buttoning up his pants and got on his feet. "Well, ams you comingks?"

Wordlessly, Toki pursed his lips.

"Whats?"

"Only if you gives me a littol kiss." Toki said, still pouting.

"Seriouslies?"

"Mhm."

"Eugh." Skwisgaar rolled his eyes but leaned down to have their mouths meet. When their lips were about to graze each other, he pulled back. "Kiddings. Ams not fallings for dat agains."

"Whats?!" Toki's eyes opened at once to see Skwisgaar walking away. "Skwisgaar!"

"Heugheugh...guess you gotsa comes to practisce now, heugh?" Skwisgaar said before disappearing through the door.

Angrily, Toki got up to follow him.

There was only so many times he could distract Skwisgaar from practice.

[a-roguish-gambit]

Thinking about catboy Gambit again. About him having trouble controlling the cat brain and cat instincts.

Cat boy Gambit giving her so much affection when she is specifically busy with something, particularly reading. Kissing her hair, telling her how wonderful she, is trying to lay across her lap, cuddling her and then the minute she gives up trying to do what she was doing he pulls away and runs off saying, "sorry cat brain being a pest!"

Him automatically coming over to nuzzle her when he's feeling jealous.

Whenever they are sleeping together in bed some part of Gambit is always pressed against her face by the time she wakes up, even if they did not start that way.

His hair getting extra fluffy when he's annoyed. Makes the cat growl in his throat every time he sees magneto within ten feet of him, completely unintentionally.

When rogues curly hair bounces too much he gets the urge to play with it. She has felt a slight tug on her hair before and turns to see Gambit with one curl between his lips.

Catboy Gambit bringing her chip snacks in those little baggies and dropping them in her lap randomly. When questioned why he says, "da cat brain said ya looked hungry and Gambit needed ta bring you somethin but Gambit wasn't about to let it drop a dead mouse he caught in ya lap."

"awww....wait did you imply you caught and killed a mouse?!"

"....Chere there are some parts of da cat brain Gambit can't control. And we both gotta live wit dat."

"let's pretend this Convo never happened, ok sugah?"

[trashogram]

May I request some weasel content? I dont really mind what it is.

Of course! Here’s a little fluff idea I had a while back 🥰

“Rain, rain ~ go away ~ come again another day ~ !”

Stupid’s boundless smile waned some, as the rest of the nursery rhyme eluded his naturally tiny brain, but you brought it back with cajoling applause.

“That was wonderful!” You cheered. “You’re such a good singer, Stu.”

He accepted your praise with a bashful look, one untied shoe twisting into the ground. It wasn’t an uncommon look from the weasel whenever you addressed him, but it still never failed to make you melt.

You opened your arms to him from where you’d been resting on the bed, beckoning him to you in spite of the moaning and groaning that followed.

“He ain’t dat good.” Smartass groused from where he sat, idly puffing a cigar.

Stupid cuddled up in your embrace after he scrambled onto the mattress with you. You didn’t capitulate to the snide comment or the light snarl from Greasy leaning back in a darkened corner of the room, simply nuzzling Stupid into the crook of your neck.

“Oof!” You balked, jostled by the sudden collision of something at your back. Stupid held onto you tightly, big eyes sobering from their normal thoughtlessness at the unexpected move.

A look back over your shoulder revealed Psycho, peering up at you as his sleeved hands hurried to make contact with your body. He wrapped one sleeve around your waist, and scooted up until he was pressed against the length of your back. You squirmed and snorted as the lunatic’s long muzzle caught up in your hair, his nose leaving little imprints of cold and wet that was then followed by a warm huff from his nostrils that tickled the back of your neck.

“Oh dear, it looks like I’m trapped now.” You lamented aloud, smiling as your indulgence elicited a quiet giggle from Psycho and another cuddle from Stupid.

Warmth bloomed inside of you, and quickly expanded as both weasels kept you snug between them. It wasn’t a moment later that the mattress groaned as another weight landed near the foot of the bed.

The third occupant had dressed down to his underthings — although thankfully that only meant he was no longer wearing his coat and tie. He looked less intimidating without the emerald fedora casting a shadow over his eyes as well, and in the fuzzy environment you’d quickly cultivated on the bed, Greasy appeared almost friendly.

Then like clockwork, the slickest of them all grinned as he caught your eye, already reaching for your legs to hang onto.

“What?” Greasy asked, feigning innocence. “Everyone else is doing it.”

This time your eyes did roll, but you didn’t waste your breath chastising the pervert. Stupid’s bulk kept him away from everything above your knees, and the skate of Greasy’s claws while they traced over the curves that led to your femur were just minority shiver-inducing.

You sighed, closing your eyes as the boys finally settled around you. The rain was still pitterpattering on the window outside, hand-in-hand with the grey, sad-faced clouds passing through the sky, as it had been for hours now. The boredom that came with staying cooped up in the Toon Patrol office quickly and quietly slipped into a haze of dim lamplight and cigar smoke.

How much time passed between then and the next time you opened your eyes, just to see Psycho had migrated up onto the pillows, arcing around your head like a living hat, and Wheezy watching you from where he’d leaned against the bedpost, was unknown to you. But you offered a soft-sloping smile to the addict as muttering went on in the background somewhere. Smartass’s nasally cadence as he complained about this, that and the other didn’t trouble you when you were wrapped up in your cocoon.

Again, you opened your eyes to see the light had been turned off entirely. The moon snoozed its way through the sky outside your window, its snores no match for Stupid’s as he quietly roared while smushed into your side. Greasy was wrapped around your bare legs like a sloth, burying himself with your limbs as he drooled in his sleep. And Psycho whimpered in his sleep, prompting you to coo sympathetic nonsense until he quieted down.

You felt eyes on you again, but with a look down you saw Wheezy was dozing at your feet. With a confined turn of your head, you shifted to look to your right and found Smartass had taken the space that had been left vacant at your side. His beady eyes stared back at you before he huffed silently and nudged your nose with his.

“Go back ta sleep.” He commanded, relaxing against you. “Nobody wants ta hear ya complainin’ about ‘exogen’ tomorr’ah.”

Another tiny smile graced your lips before you silently wished him goodnight and your eyes slid shut.

[rhiandoesfandom]

Hellatober Day 9 Ficlet- Forever

"Mama, where do imps go when dey die?" Blitzo asks his mom Tilla as she makes the kids some mac and cheese for lunch at the stove. Her tail flicks and she blinks, turning back and smiling coy at her little boy.

"Why do you want to know, dear one?" She says and Blitzo pulls himself onto the kitchen counter, sitting on it. His tail trying to dip into the mac and she swipes it away and tickles it and he giggles.

"Cuz Barb says there's a double heaven and a double hell for hellborn. Dat true?" He asks, crawling off the counter like a salamander.

She giggles watching him and kneels down,

"No. The truth is, we don't know where imps go when they die", she caresses his cheek and kisses the other.

Blitzo, no older than six, his eyes tear up at this information and he starts to cry.

"B-but when you die where will you go!!" He clings to her arm and sniffles. She pets his horns, "Sshhhhh Blitzo my boy it's okay. You're alright." She stands up a moment and turns off the burner then picks him up and sits with him on the couch. She holds him close.

"Blitzo, when I am gone, I won't be gone", she says confidently. Blitzo sniffles again, "Y-you won't?"

She shakes her head, "I will be with you forever".

"Forever?" He gives her a small smile and thinks then holds out his pinkie claw, "promise me Mama".

She takes his pinkie claw in hers and shakes it, "I promise my little firecracker. I will be with you forever".

He smiles and hugs her, nuzzling her chest as she rubs the back of his head.

"Mama?" He asks, as she smiles gently, "Yes my love?"

"I'm hungry!" He jumps off her and she grunts and holds her stomach from where he launched off and stands up, giggling.

"Alright, alright I guess I better feed my little monsters". She replies as she pours three bowls of Mac and cheese and places them at the kitchen table.

"Kids! Lunchtime!" She yells and Barb and Fizz run in from a side room playing tag on the way in.

Barb tags Fizz, making him fall over.

"Hah! I got you! You're it next!" She gloats and Fizz crosses his arms, "Not fair you're faster than me!"

"Then just be better fizz" Blitzo joins in and Fizz sticks his tongue out at him and they all giggle and eat their Mac and cheese and drink their apple juice boxes.

Tilla takes the meager amount left into a bowl for herself and sits on the couch, eating some too as she watches with admiration at the kids she loves so dearly. Forever.

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Blitz pulls out a box of Mac and cheese and pours in the pasta when it boils, then strains it and pours in the cheese dust, milk, and butter.

"Loona! Do you want any mac?!" He yells across the house.

Loona opens her door an inch, "WHAT?!"

He mock yells back, "I said DO YOU WANT MAC".

She shrugs, "Sure". She walks over as he scoops it in a bowl and hands it to her and she smiles, "Thanks".

"Hey Loona, do you ever wonder where hellborn go when we die?" He says. She hesitates and blinks.

"Uh...no. Not really. You should stop watching horror movies", she replies and heads back into her room. Blitz sits on the couch and eats his Mac.

I'll be with you forever, Blitzo.

"But you're not here, mom", he says to himself as tears fall into his Mac and cheese.

[shadowphoenixrider]

Fathoms

(Old memories come back to haunt Remy LeBeau.) (Using TAS lore with comic lore I like blended in as best I can.)

Gambit woke with a gasp, heart pounding and skin slick with sweat, powers surging to the tips of his fingers.

Only the sound of the rain drumming against the window and his heavy breathing greeted him, the phantoms of the nightmares melting away into the darkness, replaced with posters of fuzzy outlines, and stalwart, silent bookcases.

He sighed, running a trembling hand through his hair. He'd just started believing that he was free of those dark dreams, but, of course, that was when they returned with full force.

Gambit glanced down to the other shape in the bed with him. Hopefully his little outburst hadn't-

"Remy?" Shadow rolled over onto her back, eyes cracking open. "Whas amatter?"

No such luck.

"Jus' a bad dream, chère." Gambit rumbled, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead. "Go back to sleep."

Her eyes fluttered back closed, and for a moment, he thought she'd slipped back under the waves of slumber. He slid down back under the covers, and was staring towards the door when Shadow rolled over again, her head nuzzling into the juncture between his neck and shoulder.

"You wanna talk 'bout it?" She mumbled into him.

Gambit sighed.

"...No."

His stomach turned over, the cloying wave of shame washing over him. He couldn't - it was like forcing a door that had warped into its frame. It was stuck fast, resisting his attempts to open it.

Shadow hummed a soft affirmative.

"S'fine," she said, voice light even with her drowsiness. "Only if ya want to."

She reached up to press a kiss to his cheek, her head brushing against his in an almost cat-like manner. She shifted close, her arms threading under his and her body pressing against him, curling around him as best she could with her small frame.

"'M here for you, Remy." Shadow murmured softly, squeezing him gently. "I love you so much."

"I love you too, chère." Gambit replied just as quietly, resting his hand on top of hers. His thumb stroked over her delicate, long fingers, unable to resist a smile as her thumb tried to catch his.

"Whatever you see in those nightmares," she said, "they can't get you here. You're safe. I won't let anything hurt you."

Gambit's heart skipped a beat, startled by the flash of sharp heat that flared in his chest. In a different moment, he would have teased her - "Ain't that somethin' I should be sayin' to you?" - but right now, it struck at the core of him. The same thing he'd felt when she'd first helped him out of his armour after a mission; a vulnerability wrapped up in warmth, security. He could let go, relax for just a moment, let himself just be held.

He wrapped his hand around hers, pressing it over his heart. He took a breath...and the door gave.

"Used to be part o' de Thieves Guild in New Orleans, 'fore I came here." Gambit began. "Pro'ly still am, in a way."

"Mmhm?" Shadow hummed.

"Guild tradition is when we come of age, we go through de 'Tilling'. Initiation of sorts, even if we born or taken in by dem. Cousin o' mine, Etienne, chose me to come with him when it were his time - I'd not long got my powers, jus' about got de hang of 'em."

"Had you done yours by then?" She asked. "Your Tilling?"

"Non, I were still a pup. No more den fifteen." He traced circles over her hand. "Don' remember where we went, but it were cold. Chill dat bites into ya bones, makes ya feel like ya never gonna be warm again."

"Yeah, I know what you mean." Shadow muttered. Gambit's small smile was wry, unseen by her.

"Things went bad, an' our only way out was to jump into de sea." He felt her breath hitch, and he closed his eyes, curling his hand around hers. "What we'd been feelin' on land were nothin' compared to dat. Ain't never known anythin' like it, don' ever want to again."

"...What happened?"

"Got lucky - a passin' trawler were headin' back into port, an' dey picked me up." A lump hardened into his throat that he tried to swallow past.

"Etienne...?" Prompted Shadow, her voice quiet. Knowing.

Gambit shook his head.

"Never came back up. I called an' called, but it were so cold..." He trailed off, feeling the phantom waves slap against his skin, their cold clawing deep into his flesh, threatening to pull him under.

Shadow's grip tightened around him, anchoring him in the now.

"You couldn't've done anything, Remy," she said. "If you'd stayed in there too long, it would have killed you too."

"I know, but...Still left him behind. Never were even a body."

"I'm so sorry." Shadow nuzzled into him. He squeezed her hand.

"...Sometimes I'm back dere," he said quietly. "Alone. Wit others. Wit you. We don't make it, dis time."

"I'm sorry." Shadow repeated softly. "But...you're very brave, you know? To go back into the water, after what happened."

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"Wouldn't be much of a thief if I were scared of water." Was his wry reply. "But yeah, it were difficult, the first coupla times. Bayou waters be cold, but not dat cold that crushes de breath outta you, dat wants to drag ya down under..."

Unbidden, his mind flashed back to Shadow sitting out in the storm; her pallor, her clammy skin, shivering so hard she threatened to shake apart. His heart and gut twisted together at the same time, and Gambit had to swallow back the bile that rose in his throat.

Shadow moved closer, hugged him tighter, as if she'd made the same connection.

"What...happened after you got back home?" She asked, tentatively.

"No-one blamed me for what happened. Least, dat's what dey said." Gambit sighed. "But my Nonc and Tante couldn't look me in eyes afta. Thought I be used to it, people not bein' able to look at me straight on, but dat..." He shook his head. "Think dey left not long afta. Whether dey left de Guild or moved chapters, dunno."

He felt Shadow frown against his skin.

"You were fifteen. I can't know the pain of losing a child, but seas like that kill grown men who've lived beside it for years. It-...Listen, Remy, there's nothing you could have done. Hitting water that cold suddenly, the shock makes people inhale. It's...It's likely that's what happened to Etienne when he hit the water, and once he did..." She turned her head downwards. "There would have been nothing anyone could have done. Not without Coast Guard aid. It's a miracle that didn't happen to you."

She rubbed her thumb over his chest, over his beating heart. "It wasn't your fault, Remy. You just got lucky. I'm sorry that Etienne didn't, but you wouldn't blame a friend if they got dealt a bad poker hand. There is no shame in simply surviving."

"I know dat, mon amour." Gambit replied. "I know dat."

"But believing it is harder."

"Oui."

Shadow nodded against him.

"Yeah. Yeah I know that very well." A rueful chuckle. "Suppose we both do."

A silence settled over them, filled by the sound of the rain intensifying, lashing harshly against the window. It made Gambit's skin prickle uncomfortably, with the memories so exposed and raw.

"I'm sorry, chère." Gambit murmured. "Didn' mean to wake and keep you up with dis."

"Hey, now." Shadow leaned over him, gently sliding her hand under his cheek to make him look up at her. Her eyes were full of kindness and love. "No need to apologise for having nightmares about what happened to you. And no apologies necessary for waking me with them. I'm sorry I can't disperse them for you, but I can be here for you in the aftermath."

She leant down the rest of the way, pressing a soft kiss against his lips. Gambit felt heat rising in his eyes. "I love you. I'm here for you in the good and bad days, Remy. The good and bad nights too. Whenever you need me, I'll be here." She brushed a strand of hair from his face. "And thank you, for telling me about Etienne. I'm honoured that you trust me with this."

Her face blurred as the tears came, like a dam that had finally cracked, and Shadow wrapped her arms around him, tucking his head into her chest as he wept. Remy didn't make a sound, but his body shook, rattling hers. Shadow held him close, stroking his hair as he let his fresh grief out.

He wasn't sure how long they stayed like that, only that when he had poured his heart out, he stayed resting against her chest a little while, enjoying the soothing motion of her hand through his thick red-auburn hair, listening to the sound of her heartbeat. It was faster than his, behoving her smaller body, yet no less comforting.

"Feel a little better?" Shadow asked quietly, as if afraid to disturb the moment.

"Yeah." Gambit replied, rubbing a hand over her back and lifting his head, meeting her kind blue eyes. "Thank you."

"Always." She smiled, kissing his forehead. "As long as you want me."

"Always." He repeated, pulling her closer. "You...you alright knowin' I used to be a thief?"

"I'd have to be, considering you stole my heart." Shadow commented dryly. "But seriously: yes. It's fine." She stroked his cheek. "Logan unfortunately beat you to that one. He took me aside once to 'warn' me about you, that you'd once been a thief and that you had a...'reputation', though those weren't the words he used."

Gambit scowled.

"Hmph, he's one to talk."

"Mmm. I thanked him for his concern, but I told him that I wasn't looking for anything more than perhaps a one-night stand at the time, so not to worry." Shadow smiled weakly. "Joke's on me, huh? Fell completely in love with you."

"Same here." Murmured Gambit, leaning forward so their foreheads could touch. "Jus'...didn't wanna put any pressure on ya afta what happened with Tom."

"Heh. Guess we were both so worried about it, about damaging what we had, that we were too afraid to bring it up to each other." Shadow mused, lifting a shoulder.

"Guess so."

A pause.

"You wanna try to bed down again for the night, or get a drink?" Shadow asked.

"Think I'll take my chances goin' back to sleep." Gambit said, lying back down. "S'long as ya stay with me, mon ombre."

"I'll be here." She smiled, tucking herself into his side, wrapping her arms around him. "I'm not going anywhere."

"Dat...I'm glad." Gambit pressed a kiss to her head.

"G'night, Remy." Shadow spoke softly. "I hope your dreams are gentler ones this time."

"Me too, chère." He mumbled, closing his eyes. "Bonne nuit..."

Although the spectres lingered, Gambit fell back asleep, safe in knowledge he had comfort waiting for him in the waking world.

[cera-writes]

When you have some time, could we please get some reader x Gambit fluff where reader is being gentle to Gambit? Like helping him wash his hair after he's exhausted from a mission? Thank you!

A/N: Absolutely! Ugh I love this so much! That man deserves all the love and tenderness <3 Pairing: Remy LeBeau x Reader Tags: fluff, taking care of Remy, tenderness, relaxation

A Welcome Respite

The rumble of Gambit's bo staff hitting the floor was your first clue. You peeked into the living area, finding him sprawled on the worn velvet couch, boots still on. His signature leather coat was flung over an armrest, the silver sheen of his staff dulled with dust.

"Rough mission, mon Cherie?" you asked softly, stepping closer as you used one of his nicknames for you.

He cracked one eye open, a lopsided grin forming. "Rough enough, cher. But the good guys always win, no?"

Despite the bravado, his face wore the lines of fatigue. Even his signature swagger seemed subdued.

"Come on," you said, nudging his boots with your foot. "Let's get you cleaned up. A hot bath and a massage is in order."

He chuckled, a touch weak. "Massage, huh? Dat sounds mighty temptin', ma belle."

You helped him out of his under armor, the padded magenta chest piece cool against your skin. In the bathroom, the steam carried a hint of lavender oil as you drew a bath. He watched you with hooded eyes, a flicker of amusement dancing in them.

"You spoil Gambit, Y/N," he murmured, shrugging off his shirt. The moonlight streaming through the window painted silver highlights on his muscular chest.

"Someone has to," you teased, helping him out of his pants.

As he sank into the warm water, a sigh escaped his lips, the tension visibly draining away. You knelt beside the tub, running a washcloth over his face, wiping away the grime and sweat. The familiar scent of sandalwood and a hint of tobacco lingered.

"You know," he began, voice husky with fatigue, "sometimes Gambit forget what peace feels like."

You smiled, picking up a bottle of his favorite hair oil, infused with rose and amber. "Peace can be found in the simplest things," you said, gently lathering the oil into his dark, damp hair.

His eyes drifted closed as you massaged his scalp, the movement slow and soothing. You could feel the tension leaving him with each stroke. He mumbled something in Cajun French under his breath, a soft sound that sent a shiver down your spine.

"What was that?" you asked, curious.

"Jus' thankin' you, mon amour," he murmured, a small smile playing on his lips.

You finished washing his hair, rinsing it clean. The warm water had softened the sharp lines of his face, replaced by a peaceful serenity. You helped him out of the tub, wrapping him in a warm towel. He leaned against you, exhaustion pulling him close.

"You're my haven, Y/N," he whispered, nuzzling his face into your neck.

You held him close, the rhythm of his breath calming. "Always, Remy," you replied, your voice a soft murmur.

In the quiet of the bathroom, filled with the scent of lavender and love, you knew you had given him more than just a bath. You had offered him a haven, a place where the charming thief could simply be Remy, the man beneath the facade, safe in your gentle care.

[agoddamnbeautifulidiot]

Flicker of Hope

Epilogue Two: Madison Square Garden – Night Two

A/N:

Here is it. The final part of FOH…well unless I eventually feel like writing anything else lol. Who knows what else @harrywavycurly or anyone else might inspire from me for these two.

Note that I do play around with the timeline of Niall and Hailee’s relationship to benefit this story. Here, they only see each other from January 2018 to sometime in July 2018.

Also, we’re circling back around to death in this and there will be discussion of depression, slight unintentional ED, so bear that in mind.

Big, HUGE thanks to everyone who has read this series and spent years asking me when there would be more. You’re the real ones.

And big thanks to Niall for just being Niall. Wouldn’t have been able to write this without his beautiful music.

Alright, enough sappiness from me, here’s some more from our favorite couple. And maybe some spice. You never know with me.

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You’re just coming out of the bathroom when Niall’s alarm goes off. He groans loudly and you giggle as you watch him roll over to smack his phone. The sheets are tangled in his legs and pulled taut around his hips. Flopped on his stomach, he shoves his arms under a pillow and smashes it against his face.

Smiling, you walk over to the bed, climbing on it by his feet. Crawling over him, you settle over his covered thighs and sit down. Niall grunts, turning his head just slightly. One blue eye peeks back at you and you laugh, leaning forward to press a kiss to his bare shoulder.

He hums. “Good mornin’.” His voice is rough from sleep and singing last night.

“Morning,” you say. You sit back, bouncing slightly on the tops of his thighs, making him grunt again. Grinning, you bounce one more time before climbing to the side and off of him. You move to crawl off the bed, but Niall’s hand grips the end of your robe and pulls until you fall into his side. You're laughing as you roll over and snuggle into him. “Something you wanted, my dear?” He opens his eye again, looking disgruntled with his hair tousled. His arm wraps around you, smashing your face into the pillow, making you laugh again. You run your hand over his back, scratching lightly.

Niall finally rolls more fully towards you, both eyes open. He yawns, jaw clicking with the force of it before he leans forward and nuzzles his nose against yours. You offer him a closed mouth kiss and your hand moves into his hair, attempting to smooth out the chaotic strands. “You showered.” He says, rubbing his nose on your cheek.

“I did.”

“I wanted ta shower wit ya.” He pouts and it’s ridiculous how adorable you find this man.

Massaging his scalp, you offer him another kiss. “I’m sorry, honey. I had a call this morning so I got up early to do that and then figured I’d go ahead and shower. I will remind you though, we did shower together last night.”

He just stares at you, continuing to look so adorably and sleepily disgruntled. “Is dere a rule against showerin’ together two times in a row dat I don’ know about?”

“No, you dork,” He grins when you roll your eyes. Ignoring his face, you pull away, finally managing to crawl back off the bed as he reaches for you. “I was gonna order some breakfast. You want anything?”

Niall adjusts, sitting up against the pillows, still grinning at you. Most of the covers are bunched up at the end of the bed, so he fixes the sheet until it’s mostly covering his legs. “Guess I’m lucky me alarm went off. Knowing you, you would’ve had a whole feast without me.”

“Oh my god, you’re so dramatic.” You start going through your suitcase, trying to pull a suitable option for the start of the day. “I was coming to wake you up anyways.”

“Cause you're hungry.”

“Cause I’m starving, Niall.” He laughs when you whine, pulling a sad face at him. “I’ve been up for hours and all I’ve had was a pack of airline nuts that I literally have no idea when they’re from and some really bad tea from the coffee bar.”

“Where did you find peanuts?”

You throw your robe onto the chair and pull on some shorts and a shirt. “They were in one of the side pockets on your suitcase.” When you look up at Niall, his eyebrows are raised. “What? I told you I was hungry.”

He shakes his head, tossing the sheet off his legs to get out of the bed. “Those could literally be years old, babe. Can’t remember da last time I got nuts on an airplane.” Brow furrowed, you just stare at him for a moment. He huffs out a laugh and leans over to kiss you on the forehead as he walks by. “‘M gonna jump in the shower. Order me like a full spread and some coffee, please.”

You stand there for a full minute, just thinking about those peanuts. “Gross.”

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It’s not the most comfortable, but you’ve somehow managed to sprawl across several floor seats as you listen to sound check. The seats are hard and there are several legs digging into your side and thigh, but you’re content to just lay there and listen to Niall and the band play.

Eyes closed, you hum along as the opening bars of “Mirrors” starts. You remember the videos you were tagged in over and over all those years ago when you’d have to leave Niall behind in Tokyo to deal with the loss of your dad. Thinking back now, it had felt like you were leaving half your soul behind. Because honestly, you had.

Other than all the nonsense with Robbie and the subsequent falling out the two of you had had, the lingering effects of your dad’s death had been the most difficult part of your relationship. Not because any part of it had come between you, but all of it had put you under so much stress and Niall had felt absolutely helpless.

The worst part of all of it had been what happened with your sister Charlie. Despite the fact that it had been what had finally reconnected you and Niall.

Your eyes are starting to blur from how long you’ve been staring at your computer screen. It’s almost dark in your apartment, which should tell you to get up, turn on a light and find something to have for dinner. But this is easier. Sitting on your couch, working. The same thing you’ve been doing for months.

It had been months since you’d spoken to Niall. Since the end of January really. Back when Tara had let it slip that the rumors about him and Hailee were true. You just couldn’t bear to reach out to him. Not that he was reaching out to you. Your text conversation had been relegated to the bottom of your messages app, something that cut at you any time you thought about it.

Your eyes flicker down to the date on your screen. 8/19/2018. Red Rocks. Niall, someone who you once called your best friend, was playing Red Rocks tomorrow and you weren’t going to be there. Groaning, you rub your hands over your face, finally leaning over to flick on the lamp on the side table. Setting your laptop to the side, you stand up and stretch, rolling your shoulders. You head into the kitchen, wondering if there’s any actual food to find.

“Pathetic,” you mutter, opening doors to barren cabinets. “You have no food, your whole body hurts and you’re thinking about a guy who probably isn’t sparing you a single thought as he has the best time of his life. Utterly pathetic.” You pull out your phone and see what you can get delivered. It’s later than you thought, but thankfully there are still a few things open in London.

Food ordered, you head back into the living room, walking around the room a few times to avoid sitting back in your chair. You’re dazedly staring out the gap in your curtains when your phone rings loudly in the silence.

“Hey, Josh,” you greet your brother in law.

Josh sighs, “Hey, kid.” He sounds tired and your brow furrows.

“Is everything ok?”

He chuckles at that, but they’re sad sounds, almost like he’s holding in tears. “No, no, everything is not ok.”

You can’t help it, you practically drop down into your chair, stomach sinking with dread. “What’s going on?”

“She did it, Y/N,” He says. “Charlie filed for divorce.”

It’s like the world stops spinning around you for a second and when it starts up again, you’re dizzy. “What the fuck? What are you talking about?”

Josh laughs again, and this time the sound is truly wet with tears. “She came home today and told me. And then she packed all of her stuff and moved out.”

“Josh.” It’s all you can say for a minute. Your brain tries to catch up with what he’s saying. “But, she…she’s been going to therapy. You’ve been going to therapy. I thought everything was getting better?”

“Yeah, I did too.” He scoffs. “I don’t know what happened. Yesterday, everything seemed ok and then today…” Be trails off and you can’t do anything but stare sadly at your worn out bunny slippers. “There’s more.”

You take in a deep breath, trying to hold in your panicked laughter. “What more could there possibly be?”

“Well, we were waiting to tell everyone, but at this point, we need to.” Josh pauses again and you can hear him breathing deeply over the line. “She’s pregnant.”

Gasping, you stand up, pacing around your coffee table. “Pregnant?! What the fuck? What…and she…Josh…” You don’t even know what to say. Everything he’s telling you is making you feel like you’re in an alternate reality.

“Yeah, and I tried to bring that up, you know? Like how are we getting divorced when we’ve got a kid on the way? But she, she doesn’t want to be with me anymore, Y/N.” His voice breaks and you feel tears coming on. “And I’m not going to make all of us miserable if we’d be happier apart.”

“What are you guys going to do?”

Josh sighs. “We’re going to figure it out. We’re having a kid and getting divorced. It’s not going to be easy, but we’re going to get through it.”

You try to think happy thoughts for him, even though you know all of this is killing him. “You’re going to be the best dad, Josh.”

That makes him chuckle, and it’s still wet with tears but you know he’s smiling. “Thanks, kid. You’re going to be the best aunt.”

The two of you talk for a few more minutes until your door buzzer goes off, signaling the arrival of your dinner. You grab your food, placing the bag on the coffee table and sitting back in your chair.

Staring at the bag, you can’t seem to force yourself to open it. Your stomach growls loudly, but you don’t even hear or feel it. Josh and Charlie breaking up and having a baby? How do you reconcile that? After everything else that’s happened this year?

Your phone lights up and you grab it to check it. It’s the notification from Niall posting on instagram and there’s something about this moment that feels like a sign. Opening up your messenger app, you scroll down and hesitate over his name for just a second before clicking the chat open and beginning to type.

Something nudged your foot and you frown, readjusting. The band has stopped playing, but you can hear them messing around from where you’re laying. You feel a shove on your foot again and you open your eyes, gasping and sitting up.

“Oh my god!” You squeal and throw yourself into your brother’s arms. “Arthur! Mom! Nate!” You hug each of them in turn. “Josh!” He hugs you tight and you both laugh when little hands try to tug you apart. Looking down, you laugh at the face your niece is making. “And is that my Lucy Goosey?” She smiles and preens, dancing in place the way only a five year old can. You lean down and scoop her up, propping her on your hip.

Lucy looks around, eyes big as she takes everything in. “Look!” She points at the stage and you nod.

“Yeah! That’s the stage.” You can see the band starting to wind down and Niall has his back to all of you as he talks with several people. “Do you know who that is?” You point at his back, giving her a chance to squint her eyes and shake her head. Leaning in, you whisper in her ear. “That’s Uncle Ni-Ni.”

Her eyes light up and she gasps and shouts. “Uncle Ni-Ni!”

On the stage, he turns and pretends to search the arena before he finds her and he jumps up and down a few times. “Luce!!” He shouts and comes running down the stage. Lucy giggles and bounces on your hip as he gets closer. “Well if it isn’t my best gal Lucy.” Niall shoots you a wink as he reaches the end of the catwalk. “Hello everyone!” He greets your family and they all respond.

Lucy continues to bounce, reaching for him on the stage. You meet his eyes and he nods as he leans down, so you walk over to the barrier and hand her to him. Once he’s got her on stage, he starts walking around, telling her all about the arena and what the show is going to be like.

“It’s just so amazing he’s playing here.” Arthur says, looking around the giant room. Him, Nate and Josh start talking about how many people can fit inside the room, looking thoughtful in a way only guys can about something you could easily google.

Your mom rolls her eyes at them, coming to put her arm around you as you watch Niall. “How you been, honey?” She asks.

Laughing, you wrap your arm around her. “Mom, we spoke two days ago. Not much has changed.” She just shrugs and smiles at you.

“Yeah but now you’re in New York and your boyfriend is playing this big arena. It’s so exciting, I just thought I’d check in.”

You eye her curiously for a moment, but she just continues to smile, turning her glance to Niall and Lucy. Glancing back and your brother and step dad, you lean into her, whispering, “Charlie didn’t want to come?”

Her smile goes a little thin as she meets your eyes and simply shakes her head. Nodding, you take a deep breath and count to five, eyes focused on the edge of the stage. Your mom tightens her arm around you. “Charlie,” she sighs. “Well, she’s still figuring it out, sweetheart. I told her it wasn’t fair to you, this silent treatment, but she’s as stubborn as they come.”

You focus back on Niall, who’s listening to Lucy babble in his ear, but is watching you intently. You paste on a smile, because all of this is for him. Niall is what matters right now. “At least she let Lucy come.”

“Oh, wild horses couldn’t have kept Lucy Goosey from her favorite Aunt and her Uncle Ni-Ni.” You laugh at that and notice the tension ease just slightly out of Niall’s body. “Now, how about we all get some lunch?”

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After lunch, you and Niall head back to your hotel to change and have a little bit of time to yourselves before the show.

Niall lays down on the couch immediately, shoving his hat off and just closing his eyes. You plop down in the chair, pulling off your sneakers and socks. Brow furrowed, you stare at the blank tv screen.

“Can hear ya tinkin’, love,” Niall mumbles, eyes still closed.

You’d roll your eyes if it wasn’t so endearing how well he knew you. “It’s nothing.” You murmur. Lifting his head up, Niall opens both eyes to look at you. You stare at each other for a minute and your leg starts to bounce. He refuses to relent, only lifting a brow at you. You do actually roll your eyes this time, slumping further down into the chair. “I’m just thinking about my family.”

He nods, relaxing back into the couch, still watching you. “It’s nice they’re here.”

“It is. I’m really happy they came. I just wish…”

“You just wish Charlie were here?” He guesses.

Nodding meekly, you play with the frayed edges of your shirt. “Or that she’d talk to me, you know?”

With a deep sigh, Niall pulls himself off the couch and leans on the arm of the chair, his hand rubbing soothingly on the back of your neck. “I know, love. But Charlie is gonna do her own ting and it’s honestly better that she isn’t here if she’s not ready.”

“Yeah,” You sigh, leaning your head on his hip. “It just sucks.”

“It does.” He agrees.

The two of you sit there quietly for a few more minutes. Finally, you lean back and look up at him, your hand gripping his calf. “You should go take a nap. Recharge your batteries for tonight. Can’t have a tired pop star on stage.”

He smiles at you, eyes crinkling in the way that makes your heart hurt. “You wanna nap wit me?”

“I think I’m gonna go for a walk. Grab some more coffee. I can bring you back something if you want?”

Eyeing you for a moment, he nods and leans down to kiss your forehead. “Just do me a favor, take someone wit ya, ok?” When he pulls back, his eyes are mischievous.

You chuckle, pulling away to stand up so you can step between his legs and wrap your arms around his neck. “I got lost one time, Niall James. One time!”

“One time too many for me.” He responds, hands on your back as he pulls you closer for a thorough kiss.

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Your walk turns into just going down to the hotel cafe. You order an iced coffee and find a cozy space to sit and just watch the city moving outside the windows. It’s probably dangerous for you to be so alone with your thoughts, but you’d rather be here than feeling like you’re bringing Niall down with your mood.

As the city bustles by, you think about the last time you and Charlie had really talked.

“Ok, but you have to give us some space here, Horan.” You say, hands on your hips in Niall’s closet. “I’m going to be here for the whole summer, I want to put my clothes away.”

Niall stands in front of a set of drawers, arms crossed. “Ya have some space babe. I gave you a whole section right dere.” He points and you scoff.

“Niall, I have three suitcases of stuff. That five inches of space is not going to be enough.”

He rolls his eyes and glares at the bags in question like they’ve offended him. “Don’t know why you brought so much stuff. Not gonna be wearing a lot this summer if I have anyting ya say about it.”

“Oh my god!” You laugh, annoyed at the smirk on his face. “Niall James, just make some more room or I’ll do it myself and I won’t be neat about it.” The two of you stare at each other for a minute before he rolls his eyes and relents.

“Fine. I’ll take some of this stuff down to a guest room for now. Still tink you brought too much.” He grabs another small section, huffing and grabbing a bit more at your pointed look before he sticks out his tongue at you and leaves the room.

Feeling triumphant, you start going through your clothes, hanging some items and folding others for the drawer he so graciously cleared out.

“What is he gonna do if we ever move in together?” You mutter to yourself. Your head whips up, just to confirm he hasn’t heard you before you continue. You and Niall had been official for almost five months, so you weren’t out here trying to put any pressure on.

You’ve just unzipped your second case when your phone rings and you grab it, answering without checking the ID and putting it on speaker. “Hello?”

“Hey sis.”

Charlie’s voice stops you cold. The two of you have had very little interaction since she’d decided to divorce Josh. Mostly on Charlie’s side as you’d done quite a bit of reaching out. From what your mom had told you, your sister was convinced pretty much everyone had taken Josh’s side in everything and there was no point in talking further on it. As if that would be the only reason you wanted to talk to her. You quickly check the date, noting you’ve still got a week before her projected due date.

“Hey,” you say, trying not to sound hesitant. “How are you?”

Charlie sighs. “Very pregnant.” You both chuckle softly at that and you’re happy you can still have a moment like that with her.

“I bet. How is my little niece to be?” You ask, quietly going back to unpacking.

“You’re so convinced it’s gonna be a girl?” She asks.

You shrug and then remember she can’t see you. “I don’t know why. I just feel like you’re baking a girl in there.” Charlie laughs a bit at that. “Niall’s convinced it’s a boy, though I’m not sure why, he just says it’s his intuition, although I’m not sure where he thinks he gets this intuition from.” Charlie doesn’t respond and you check the phone to make sure she’s still there. “Char?”

“So,” she says haughtily. “The Niall thing is still happening huh?���

It’s a good thing she can’t see you with the incredulous look you give the phone. “The Niall thing? What does that even mean?”

She groans in annoyance. “You’re still like trying to make it with him or whatever?”

“I mean I’m in a relationship with him, so I guess you can say it like that if you want.”

“Ok,” Charlie scoffs and you know your face shows your annoyance. “But how long do you really think your ‘relationship’ is actually going to last, huh?” The way she says it makes you feel gross, like this thing that is exponentially important to you is just some piece of garbage she found on the side of the road.

Several hangers click together loudly when you shove a dress on the rack. “What the fuck does that mean, Charlie? Are you like rooting for my relationship to fail?”

“I am just being realistic here, sis,” she counters and it’s your turn to scoff. “You’ve been friends how long and it took all this drama and nonsense for him to come to his senses? Be for real.”

“And you know what about my relationship, Charlie? When is the last time you actually asked me something about myself or how I’m doing?” You’re mad now, practically flinging clothes into your drawer.

“I’d say I know more than you considering I’ve been married and it didn’t take a stupid scandal and another woman for Josh to see he wanted me.”

Everything stops and you just stand there for a minute, breathing deep with your back to the phone. “An expert on marriage but you’re getting divorced?” Your tone is biting and you mean it to be. The two of you have always fought fire with fire.

She’s breathing heavily over the phone now and a small part of you worries about her stress, but you refuse to be bulldozed by her. “You don’t know shit about my life and my situation, Y/N. But have fun with your little pop star fling and when he finally decides he’s really done with you, don’t come crawling to me for sympathy.”

You don’t need to check the phone to know she’s ended the call. You stay there, staring into a messy drawer full of items you’re going to have to refold and taking deep breaths. How does every conversation with your sister go so left so quickly these days?

“Well, I see what Josh was talkin’ ‘bout,” Niall’s voice startles you and you whip around to find him leaning against the doorway, arms crossed and an annoyed look on his face.

Your hand comes up to your chest, heart racing. “God, Niall, announce yourself or something. I’m gonna have to get you a freaking bell this summer.”

He just shrugs and gives you a tight lipped smile. “Sorry, darlin’.”

Going back to the drawer, you glare at the mess you made. Suddenly, you turn and look at him. “Wait, what did you mean ‘what Josh was talking about’? When did you talk to Josh?”

“Yesterday.”

He ignores your questioning stare and you huff in annoyance turning back to your drawer. “Since when are you and Josh all buddy-buddy? What do the two of you even have to talk about?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” His reply is just sarcastic enough that it pushes you closer to the edge you know you're teetering towards. “There’s dis one person we both love dat I’m pretty sure we could bond over. I’ve also known Josh almost as long as ‘ve known you, if ya care to remember dat.”

You press your fingers over your eyes, mentally willing this petty argument away, but knowing you’re too wound up to stop. “Fine, whatever. So you and Josh talk about me and talk about Charlie and do what? Compare and contrast?”

Niall’s face twists in confusion. “What?”

“You know, comparing experiences, trying to figure out if I’m going to turn out like her.”

“Dat is not what’s happenin’.”

You’re ignoring him at this point. “If you’re that worried about it—“

He groans. “What are ya on about?”

“I can just go.” You say, fully turning back to face him. Niall looks…dumbfounded. But this, this is what’s been eating at you and Charlie’s phone call has just finally caused the word vomit. You’re shaking, desperately trying to hold everything else in, every bad thought you’ve had, all the tears you want to cry, as he just stares at you.

Finally, he takes a deep breath and steps towards you. One hand reaches out to you and you jerk slightly as he grips your hand and pulls you towards him. His other hand cups your neck, fingers brushing softly into your hair. With a shaky sigh, you lean forward and bury your face in his neck, circling your arms around him, gripping tightly. His other hand rubs the small of your back and you both relax into each other.

“I’m sorry. Fuck, I’m so sorry Niall.” You mutter into his neck, eyes squeezed tightly shut.

“I know, love. It’s alright. Gonna take some gettin’ used to, all of dis. Everyting with Charlie and Josh and being an us, ya know?” His breath ruffles your hair. “We’re not gonna do dis though. No more fightin’. Not over shit like dis. We’ll talk to each other. And, hey, look at me,” he pulls back just enough, meeting your eyes, hands on either side of your face. “You’re not goin’ anywhere. I want ya here.” You nod. “And you’ll talk to your therapist ‘bout dis, yeah?”

You giggle a bit, sniffling. “Yeah, I promise.”

Niall nods and leans forwards, lips meeting yours sweet and slow. He pulls back slightly and presses a few wet kisses into your cheek and neck before huffing. “Now, you’ve made a right proper mess of dis drawer, so let’s get dat taken care of.” His words have the desired effect and you laugh against his shoulder.

The vibration of your phone brings you back to the present and you’re shocked that you’ve been sitting in the cafe for almost two hours. Checking your notifications, you notice a few texts from Niall.

Opening them, you chuckle at the ridiculously rumpled, grumpy faced bed head selfie he’s sent you and read his message:

Pre show nap: 🤘

Waking up with no girlfriend to

cuddle: 😣

Well it’s a good thing your girlfriend

is about to be on her way upstairs to

remedy that for you

You want me to bring you a tea or

anything?

No thank you love, I’ll get one

when we leave for the show. All

I want right now is you in my

bed

Aye, aye captain

Oh babe, you know what that kind

of talk does to me 😉

💋

Niall looks up from the bed when you come through the main door, back against the headboard with his shirt off and the covers bunched at his waist. He smiles. “Der she is.”

“I am at your service, my good sir.” You say, dropping your stuff on the side table and sitting on the bed.

“Ooh, first I was captain, now I’m sir?” Niall jokes, tugging on your arm until you're straddling him. “Damn I’m a lucky guy.”

You laugh, burying your hands in his hair and mussing it further. “You really are, Horan.” He just smiles up at you, hands stroking your thighs. “We need to pack, don't we?” Niall grimaces and nods at you. With a groan, you pull away, struggling slightly as Niall tries to keep you on top of him.

“I wanted cuddles!” He whines, arms circling you, holding you tight while his head rests on your chest.

“I promise you can have all the cuddles you wanted after the show, on the bus.” Grabbing his head, you attempt to pull him up, yelping when he refuses to be moved and his teeth nip at the skin of your chest. The two of you wrestle with each other for a few moments and you’re both laughing when you finally manage to roll to the end of the bed. “Come on babe. Let’s get this done so you can go be a big superstar and play yet another sold out show at Madison Square Garden.” He continues to pout at you, and you check the time on your phone with an eye roll. “Alright,” you climb back over him. “Thirty more minutes and then we have to get up, Niall James.”

Smiling widely at you, he nods and his arms wind around you again. “Dat’s plenty of time, darlin’.” And then you’re squealing as he lifts you, shoving you back on the bed so he can crawl over you, his mouth meeting yours.

——————

There haven’t been a lot of times that you’ve been in the audience for one of Niall’s shows. Your preference has always been being backstage, but with your family here, you end up in the suite that had been set aside. It’s a good time, hanging out with Niall’s family and friends and watching them interact with yours.

Nate, Josh and Mully seem to be talking about golf and Arthur is bonding with Deo of all people which would make you nervous if your brother wasn’t so very level headed.

Your mom and Lucy are up towards the front of the suite, dancing to the music playing as the arena waits for Niall to take the stage. Checking your phone, you note that he should be coming out within the next ten minutes and you feel a little antsy not getting to be back there with him as he goes on.

Mully must sense your weirdness because he comes over, throwing his arm around your shoulders. “Ya alright love?” He asks, smiling at you.

“I am.” You say, smiling at him.

“Bet ya wish you were back der with him, huh? Instead of out here with us lot.” That makes you laugh and Mully squeezes you with a smile on his face.

“Not gonna lie,” you reply. “I do like being back there with him. But this view isn’t so bad.”

He takes a few sips of his beer, gazing out at the arena. “Yeah it really isn’t so bad, huh?” The both of you grin, sharing a moment of pride for Niall before Mully does what he does best. “But you’ll be glad once lover boy is out here, shakin’ it for ya.”

He laughs and almost spills some of his beer when you shove at it. “God, fuck off Mully.” You’re laughing and several other people in the suite are joining in, knowing whatever Mully did, he more than likely deserved your annoyance.

Finally, “The Chain” starts playing, MSG erupting in cheers as the fans know what that means. You join your mom and Lucy up towards the front and you just have to pull out your phone to film the crowd singing along as they get ready for Niall to come out.

As always, once the lights go out, it’s deafening. With a glance at Lucy, you double check that her protective headphones are in place as the opening of The Show: Live on Tour starts projecting across the curtain.

Niall is a dream on stage. The outfit choice alone is enough to get you a little worked up.

“Oh my god.”

Niall looks up, glancing at you in the mirror of his dressing room. “What’s up babe?”

You just stare at his back for a minute. “Niall…”

He turns to look at you. “What?”

“You look like a 90s heartthrob, what the fuck?”

His smirk grows and he crosses his arms over his chest and your eyes move over his arms. “Oh yeah? Am I gettin’ ya worked up over der?”

Leaning your head back, you close your eyes. “I hate you.” Niall laughs loudly.

It’s clear Niall is in a good mood again tonight. He’s a little less talkative and definitely a little less emotional than the night before. Even from up in the suite, you catch him throwing waves and winks in your direction and you know several are meant for Lucy, who waves enthusiastically back every time.

The band starts setting up for the acoustic set and Niall spends a minute talking to the crowd before they start to play. You typically know what the setlist is going to look like before the show, so you are absolutely floored when he starts playing “Paper Houses”. It’s your absolute favorite song, something he knows, and suddenly you’re just mouthing the words as you start to cry.

They’re happy tears. Grateful for how far the two of you have come. Proud of him for how far he’s come. You’re so in love with this man, it almost hurts. He’s sitting down, playing the guitar and he glances in the direction of your suite. Logically, you know there’s no way he can actually see you, but you don’t care. You blow him a kiss and lay your hand on your heart, hopeful that he just knows.

—————

It’s almost weird being back on the bus, despite the fact that you’d only spent two nights in the hotel in New York.

After the show had ended, you and your family had gone backstage and spent some time with Niall and the band. It had been a big group, family and friends for everyone just celebrating. In truth, all you’d wanted to do was get your boyfriend alone.

Finally, everyone had started to shuffle out and the band had started to make their way out to the buses. You and Niall had loaded onto yours, making your excuses about wanting to be alone, heading to the bedroom in the back. You and Niall had taken a shower together, mostly just to be close as the tour bus showers weren’t really big enough for anything too exciting.

Afterwards, you’d spent a very long time showing Niall just how proud you were of him, how much you loved him. In the end, it left both of you sweaty and shaking as you lay there. The tv was on, reruns of something neither of you were paying attention to playing with the sound off, the light flickering over both of you tangled in the sheets.

With a sigh, you adjust until you’re laying on your stomach, ear over Niall’s heart. The steady thump is soothing and you close your eyes. “You played my favorite.” You say softly, running your fingers up and down his chest.

His chest rumbles as he hums. “I did. Wanted ta surprise you.”

“Definitely a surprise.”

He shifts a bit under you, the arm behind you wrapping over your shoulders. “Ya liked it?”

You lift your head to meet his eyes. He looks so soft and rumpled and you swear it actually tugs at your heart. “I loved it.”

“Good.” He smiles and you lean down to press a kiss to his peck before you lay your head back down. The two of you lapse back into silence and Niall’s breathing slows enough that you think he’s fallen asleep. You’re slowly drifting off, body and mind content, when he squeezes at your shoulder. “Hey, you asleep?”

“Not yet.” You breathe out.

“Come ‘ere.” The two of you shift and sleepily work together until you’re further up the bed, legs tangled, your head on Niall’s upper arm as you face each other.

Reaching your hand up, you rub at his scalp and run your fingers down the side of his face. “What’s going on, honey?”

“Just wanted to look at ya.” He says softly and if you weren’t already a puddle from earlier, you’d honestly melt at the look in his eyes. “I love you, ya know dat?”

You smile at him. “I think I’ve heard it a few times.” His lips twitch up slightly. “I love you too. So much, Ni.”

His free hand caresses your waist, curling around your hip and drawing your body that much closer. The two of you lay there in silence and your eyes drift shut as you listen to him breathe. He takes a deep breath, tangling his fingers with yours.

“Marry me.”

Your eyes flutter open, meeting the startling blue of his. His gaze is resolute and you swallow against the emotions building in your chest. “Are you-?”

“Don’t ask me if ‘m sure. I’ve never been more sure of anyting in me life.” His hand leaves your hip in favor of cupping your cheek. “There is nothing more I want than to spend da rest of my life wit you. I want ta experience every good moment with you. And I want to experience every bad moment wit ya too. I want everything with you. Your name is branded all over me heart, darlin’ and I’d rather carve it out than ever be without ya.” You sniffle and Niall smiles as he wipes a few tears off your cheek. “So, Y/N, marry me?”

You smile, nodding into his arm. “Yes.”

Niall’s face lights up and he pulls you in tighter, fingers gripping your flesh hard enough to bruise, but you don’t care. “Yeah?” He asks breathlessly.

Hands on either side of his face, you lean in and kiss him, both of you gasping into each other. You pull back slightly, your nose brushing his as you smile at him.

“Yeah.”

——————

A/N: And there we have it kiddos. Flicker of Hope is officially over.

…Unless I suddenly get inspired or one of you gives me a prompt I fall in love with lol. It was never not going to end this way for me. These two were always end game.

I hope you liked it ❤️

[yakuzacanons]

Hello lovely human! Can I request some headcanons of the guys comforting their s/o after a particularly bad nightmare? 🥺👉👈 (you bet your ass I woke up in cold sweat about half an hour ago and my immediate thought was "damn, this would make for an awesome prompt)

FINALLY I have gotten to ur ask, my apologies for the wait. You are the very last on my list of quite old backlog so I'm glad to be caught up and I appreciate your patience. Headcanons below dat cut.

Kazuma Kiryu

Would just hold you, rubbing his hands on your back or shoulders to soothe you. Wouldn't ask you to talk about it but would listen if you wanted to talk about it. Mostly would just tell you to breathe and hold you gently.

Majima Goro

If you wake up in cold sweat and sit up suddenly or make a loud noise, you might honestly scare him awake too. He might think a threat is nearby at first and be like "Huh?? Wha happened?", nearly springing out of bed. Honestly, that reaction alone might just get a laugh out of you enough so to forget about the nightmare. Otherwise, he'd just hold you while lying down and stroking your hair.

Saejima Taiga

Two words: bear hug. You are getting a bear hug. You are having a bear hug until you feel better or until you fall asleep again. Hell, use his chest as a pillow if you want too while you're at it. That's it, that's all there is to it. Certified Saejima strategy.

Akiyama Shun

Bless his sleepy ass but he is half asleep while trying to comfort you. Rubbing his eyes sleepily while hearing you out. Just drapes his arms around you and leans his head on your shoulder until you both pass out again.

Tanimura Masayoshi

Would ask if you want to talk about it. Either that or he'd volunteer to go get you some water or tea to calm your nerves. Would sit up and hear you out while holding his pillow against his chest.

Ryuji Goda

Honestly, he'd probably try to make you laugh or take your mind off of things. Might say something dumb like "Next time, just make sure I'm in yer dream. And I'll fight all the bad guys for ya." He might not have much to offer in words but he'll find some way to make you smile before the night is through.

Nishikiyama Akira

Actually he's also prone to nightmares so he gets it. Pretty good at soothing you. Would help you slow down or monitor your breathing if it's a particularly intense one.

Daigo Dojima

The second he knows what's happening, he's sitting up in bed, holding you against his chest tightly in his arms. You can talk about it if you want but Daigo also perfectly understands that sometimes you just need to be close to someone and weather the storm. Also one of the boys who'd run his fingers through your hair a lot.

Mine Yoshitaka

He'll sit by the edge of your bed, holding your cheek in his hand or gently stroking your hair. He wouldn't go back to sleep until you felt comfortable again or until you start sleeping again. Mine doesn't really sleep much and is a light sleeper anyways.

Tatsuo Shinada

Similar reaction to Majima except his dumbass would fall right off the bed and onto the floor. His tumbling antics might just make you burst out laughing. Man's a natural slapstick comedian. He'd immediately ask if there's anything you need or that he can do to help. Would also apologize for falling over, as if that's something he'd need to be really sorry about in the first place.

Ichiban Kasuga

Goofy fluffy head is tucking you right back in bed and snuggling you up tight. Would say something like "I'll protect you from the nightmares, don't worry!". He'd also just nuzzle you with affection until you felt better. He wouldn't get surprised to the level of Majima or Shinada but he would at first be like "uhhHH what do I do, what's going on??"

Tianyou Zhao

Like Akiyama, he's a sleepy head. He'll sit up, eyes half open and hair all mussed up. He'd hear you out while leaning his head against the wall or he'd bring you a glass of water and extra pillow for added comfiness. Don't judge him too hard, he's just a heavy sleeper.

Joon-Gi Han

Also prone to nightmares, probably the most out of all the boys. Honestly doesn't sleep much so he might already be awake when you wake from your nightmare. Might even notice you're having one and wake you up for you. Would lay next to you and hold your hand or drape his arm over you until you fell asleep again. Unfortunately not great at offering words of reassurance.

[cariantha]

Daddy Distress

Book: Open Heart Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Sawyer Brooks) Rating: General Warning: None Category: Fluff Word count: 1.3K Prompt: Based on this ask from @socalwriterbee. What would Ethan's reaction be to his son calling him by his name, instead of Daddy? Also for @choicesjunechallenge, I used the prompt: Father’s Day

As Ethan entered the penthouse, he could hear their happy voices. He dropped his laptop bag on the floor and called out to his family. 

“Hey guys, I’m home!”  

"Hi, babe!"

It was a familiar greeting he heard almost every day but not one he expected from his three-year-old son.

Sawyer broke out into uncontrollable laughter, tears rolling down her cheeks. Ethan couldn’t help but crack a smile, too.

“What?!” Bending down, he swooped his son into his arms and asked, “Babe? Why are you calling me babe?”

"Dat your name."

"Noooo, my name is Ethan."

"E-tan?"

"Yes."

A couple of hours later, it was time to put their toddler to bed.

"Time for bed, sweetie. Go get your cuddles from Daddy and say nightnight. I'll go get your sippy cup."

Returning to the living room, Sawyer’s heart melted at the sight before her. Lying peacefully on her husband’s chest, their son nuzzled his chestnut waves into the crook of his father’s neck. Ethan’s large hand gently scratched the little one’s back while a much smaller hand absent-mindedly rubbed the grown man’s stubbled cheek.

As Sawyer came near, Ethan stood to pass him into his mother’s arms.

"Goodnight, buddy. I love you."

"Night, E-tan."

Sawyer giggled, and Ethan rolled his eyes.

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It was funny at first that his mini-me addressed him by his first name. But after a couple of days, it was no longer amusing. Sawyer sensed the frustration when Ethan pinched the bridge of his nose as they exited their son’s room. 

"What's the matter?"

"I just miss being called ‘Dad.' He's growing up so fast, but he's still my baby boy, Sawyer. And… and it just reminds me of my situation growing up. I started referring to Louise by her first name when I decided she was no longer worthy of the title ‘Mother.’ I… I don’t want that ever to be the case with my child.”

Sawyer wrapped her arms around his waist and squeezed him tight. "It won’t be because you are an amazing dad. And I'm sorry, babe. I thought it was kind of cute and figured it was just a phase. I didn't realize it bothered you this much, but I get it.”

“Thank you.”

“I'm home with him tomorrow. I'll try to talk to him and help him understand," she offered.

Peering through the open door, Ethan nodded, his bear cub already fast asleep.

Sliding a hand under his T-shirt and up his chest, she said, "Come on, Daddy. Take your other baby to bed," Sawyer winked.

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“Are you ready to make a present for Daddy's special day tomorrow?” Sawyer asked, spreading out the craft supplies.

"I want to draw picture."

"He'll love that," she said, passing the paper and crayons. "Hey, I have a question. Do you know why I call you 'sweetie' sometimes?"

He shook his head.

"It's because I think you are soooo cute, and I love you soooo much," she leaned over and squished a big kiss to his baby-soft cheek.

"I lub you, Mama."

"Aw, thank you,” she held her hand to her heart. “Do you know why I call Daddy 'babe' sometimes? It's because I think he's cute too, and I love him a lot. Like this much..." She spread her arms open wide.

"I lub him too! Dis big," he mimicked his mom with outstretched arms.

"Did you know that when you call him ‘Daddy,’ he feels all that love?"

"Uh-huh. Mama? When E-tan come home and play with me?"

Sawyer chuckled in defeat. She tried and will have to try again later.

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Shortly before bedtime, Sawyer received a text from Ethan. A pileup on the freeway meant all hands on deck in the E.R. and that Daddy would be tied up at work for several more hours. The chaos in the E.R. is a walk in the park compared to the bedlam Sawyer was about to experience putting her daddy’s boy to bed.

"Cuddle with Daddy!" he cried. "No! I want Daddy!"

"I know, sweetie. Daddy got stuck at work helping people with boo-boos.” Finally, caving, “Do you want to sleep with me until Daddy gets home?"

He nodded his head affirmatively, instantly calming down. 

Sawyer kissed each cheek as she tucked her son into the middle of the king-size bed. "I promise you can cuddle with Daddy when you wake up in the morning. It's his special day, remember?” With a conspiring tone, Sawyer shared the plan for the next day. “We'll sneak attack Daddy with kisses, and then you can surprise him with your picture, okay?"

It was after midnight when Ethan finally arrived home. He peeked into his son's room, which was empty, so he continued on to the master bedroom, where he found a picture-worthy scene. Sawyer was asleep on her back. A small human clung to her tightly, as if its life depended on it, with one arm around her neck and a leg draped across her stomach.

After a quick shower, Ethan changed into his pajamas. He gently extricated his son out of bed and into his arms, trying not to wake him or his mother.

"Hi," Sawyer spoke softly, stirred awake from the movement. "I was going to put him back in his own bed once he fell asleep, but I must have dozed off.”

"It’s okay. I'll take him," Ethan said, holding the slumbering babe against his shoulder. "I need my cuddles."

“He was really missing you tonight."

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The next morning, Sawyer woke early to make coffee and start breakfast. Hearing the wrestling of sheets through the baby monitor, she went to coordinate with her co-conspirator.

"Gooood morrrrrning," Sawyer sang quietly as she knelt at the side of the Goldilocks-sized bed. As she tamed his bedhead, "What do you think? Is it time to attack the Tickle Monster?"

"Yes!" 

Sawyer led them down the hall. Holding a finger to her lips, she playfully reminded him to be quiet as they tiptoed into the large bedroom. After a helpful boost onto her side of the bed, they crawled like cats to Ethan's side, ready to pounce.

"Get ready," she whispered. 

After rolling Ethan onto his back, Sawyer straddled his waist and held his hands at his sides.

"Huh," he responded groggily.

"Okay, now. It’s a slobber attack!" she declared.

The excited tot leaned over and placed wet smooches all over his dad’s face.

"Who dares to wake the Tickle Monster," a deep, hoarse voice bellowed out. Breaking free from Sawyer's hold, Ethan sat up and caged the intruder. "Looks like I have a prisoner," he said, tickling his son's ribs until high-pitched laughter filled the room.

As Ethan paused to let the captive catch his breath, Sawyer took advantage and leaned forward. Landing a quick but tender kiss on his lips, "Morning, babe. Happy Father's Day." 

Climbing off the bed, Sawyer grabbed the artwork that had been drawn the day before.

"Sweetie, do you want to give the Tickle Monster his present?"

Taking the piece of paper from his mom, the youngster handed it to Ethan and settled into his lap.

"Oh wow. What do we have here?"

A little finger pointed to each scribbled blob as an enthusiastic voice explained, "Dis is me. And dat Mama. And dis is you!"

"I love it. Thank you.” Ethan kissed the top of his head. “I love you, buddy.”

"I lub you, Daddy. Dis big," he stretched his arms out.

Ethan cradled his son into a hug and looked up at Sawyer. She was smiling ear to ear as she mouthed, "Daddy." Ethan responded with a smile of his own.

"All right, boys. I'm going to finish making Daddy's special pancake breakfast," she said as she left.

"Rookie?" Ethan called, causing her to look over her shoulder, "Thank you."

“Pancakes?” Wiggling free from his dad’s hold, their pride and joy slid down the side of the bed. "Wait for me, Ookie! I help."

Facepalming, Sawyer shook her head with a smile and then looked back at her laughing husband. “Babe, I think we officially have a Threenager.” 

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[basu-shokikita]

Kloktober 2024 Day 17

Use the ghost of a dead character

This was actually the first entry I wrote for the event. It was like I got possessed by something. You could even say I was possessed by the ghost of someone. Just kidding.

Anyway, for day 17 you get more Toki trauma. Can be sort of read as a follow-up of yesterday's entry though it's not necessary to read that one beforehand.

Toki opened his eyes and he was in that goddamn basement again. He couldn’t count the days he had been stuck in there. At some point, they had started merging into each other. It was like it was one, huge, never-ending day. 

And he was chained, and he was bleeding. And his whole body hurt so much but Magnus’ words hurt even more.

“Nobody is coming for you. Nobody cares about you, Toki.”

“Dat amsnt true!” Toki protested and the glint of Magnus’ eyes was so scary that he could only look down. 

“Dethklok isn’t coming because they don’t love you, they never did. They just used you because it was convenient. You’re just like me, Toki.”

“No, dey ams my brothers! Dey loves me!”

“That’s what you’ve been telling yourself this whole time. That’s what you wanted to believe. But they’re selfish assholes that only think about themselves.”

“Noes!”

“Accept it, Toki! Nobody has ever wanted you, not even your parents! You’re gonna die alone…” Suddenly, the skin of Magnus’ face melted away, revealing the bones of his rotting skull. “You’re gonna die like me!”

“Noes! Noes!” Toki shut his eyes…

And opened them in his room. “Noes!” He screamed again, struggling with a chain that wasn’t there anymore.

“Toki!” Skwisgaar’s voice came into his auditory field and he was wrapped between slim yet firm arms. “Ams you okeys?”

He was gasping for air and he could feel his heart pounding on his ear. “It ams…he says…”

“Shhh…” Skwisgaar rubbed the side of his face against the top of Toki’s head. “It amsn’t real. Just a dumb, dildoes, nights mairs.”

Toki’s eyes welled with tears, well-aware that was only half of the truth. “He says dats to me…all de times…” He sniffed softly. “Whens I…”

“...Ja?”

“He says dats…nobodies loves me…” As he talked, the sob was creeping up his throat. “Dats I…woulds dies alones…dats you didnts…”

The grasp Skwisgaar had on him suddenly released and Toki looked up in fear, only to be faced with Skwisgaar’s deep blue eyes. “You ams not deres anymores. You ams here.” After a pause, he added. “Wif mes.”

Toki’s breath hitched, fighting the urge not to sob, but when Skwisgaar’s arms wrapped around his waist, his soft golden mane nuzzling against Toki’s jaw so gently, the tears started to flow. He gazed at his warmly-lit room, the plane model that he had been teaching Skwisgaar to build earlier, the guitar resting against his night stand. And the sob inside him started to soothe.

Skwisgaar pulled back a little and watched his face. He had that severe look in his face, the same one he directed to him when he didn’t practice, but instead he leaned in and kissed Toki’s forehead. So sweetly, that Toki could’ve started crying again. 

Or, he could cup Skwisgaar’s face and kiss him on the lips. So, that’s what he did. And when Skwisgaar kissed him back, he couldn’t help shedding one last tear. 

Except this one was of happiness.

“Thank yous.” He whispered against Skwisgaar’s mouth. 

“Pfft, this amsn’t no charities.” Skwisgaar said, with his usual arrogant tone, though when their eyes met, he smiled. “Feels bettors now?”

Toki nodded and nestled against him on the bed. They just stared at each other for a really long time.

It was hard to believe sometimes. Even though it’s what he had always wanted. Growing up in a loveless family made him feel like maybe he didn’t deserve any type of love. That even though he had done nothing wrong, maybe he shouldn’t have been born. That he’d die as lonely as he felt every single day he spent in that cold and cruel house. And so many things that happened to him after he escaped did nothing but reconfirm that fear. 

If he were to be honest, Toki wasn’t even sure anymore if Magnus had actually told him those things, or if it was just his deepest fears talking back to him while he was on the brink of death.  

He stretched his hand to stroke Skwisgaar’s cheek. And Skwisgaar leaned into the touch, like a cat welcoming his owner back home. “Whats you thinkingks?” He asked.

Toki smiled. “Nothings.”

It was really hard to believe sometimes. 

That he wasn’t alone anymore.