#I shall let that headcannon slide for this one

[radiance1]

danny works for Batman/Bruce and instead of calling him on his cell like a normal person he summons Danny like the devil and they’ve been doing this for a while and Bruce does it in front of the bat kids in the bat cave and their looking at him like he’s crazy but then

Danny pops up from the floor

D: UGH. Yes Brucie. What do you want now? More batrangs? My labor? A car? My SOUL?

Danny does this as he walks over and shakes bat man’s shoulders aggressively actually shaking him back and forth as the kids try and fail not to laugh

Danny is also like 14-17 ish but can’t be adopted because he has the god of time as a guardian

So, is Danny 14-17 or does he just look 14-17?

Or is there some weird time fuckery going on because they're from different dimensions? Or, are they from the same dimension?

I don't know, don't really care, so lets just go with option two for now.

The first time Batman has ever summoned Phantom was legitimately an accident. He was fighting with a wizard who set themselves up in Gotham for nefarious deeds to be done and being him he popped up and tried to stop them.

And he didn't have as much knowledge of fighting wizards back then as he does now, so he was mostly just winging it.

Which somehow accidently ended up in him dragging a ghost from beyond the veil, a ghost that helped him beat up said nefarious wizard because contractual obligations or whatever, or maybe just because he didn't vibe with him.

Who knows, really.

Batman has kept track of the ritual used to summon him, however, because having a ritual like that is both useful and worrying if it ends up in the wrong hands.

A various series of misadventures, crime fighting, and somehow getting himself wrapped up in and the taking down of a wizard syndicate with Phantom.

He has Phantom on speed dial, as in a summoning circle literally drawn onto his cape that he could use on the fly if the situation ever called for it, or he didn't have a way of drawing one.

So, you could say they've known each other for quite a while and have quite a relationship with one another as well. Most of it waws strictly business starting out, then moved onto tentative friendship (mostly on Bruce's part) and then quite the companions.

You try toppling more than one magical organization in your city with a powerful ghost and not become friends by then.

[r0-boat]

🪶 anon here! Can I request NSFW headcanons for ZZZ Wise, and Lycaon overstimulating gn/afab s/o please?

Injecting the new fandom with more Wise content....

Also I've accidentally added fingering My bad

ZZZ Wise & Von Lycaon fingering & overstimulation headcannons

Cw: NSFW, overstimulation, sexual punishment, AFAB!gn! S\O

Wise

Watching a movie... Well that's what you were doing while his sister was spending time with some of her friends You didn't know who their names were but you knew one of them was a robot and a pink haired lady. With his sister gone Wise wanted to watch a documentary with you. Little did you know He didn't actually want to watch a documentary.

Just 20 minutes in You we're pulled into a his lap and you thought nothing of it until his hand started to slide underneath your pants, His breath tickled your ear "is this okay?" It's been so long since he last seen you in person or even touched you at all now that you're there He couldn't help it anymore.

Your pants were long gone as you lay on top of your boyfriend one arm hiking up your leg the other in between them coding his fingers in your juices before sliding them inside.

"So wet..." "I love feeling you"

Wise is gentle at first slowly pumping in and out of you leisurely feeling you at his pace. Making sure he memorizes the way you clench around him. The soft wet walls of your pussy making his cock rock hard. But for now he wants to touch. Despite his slow and sensual pace occasionally pressing and touching your clit You become close, Wise was so good with his fingers and he knew that.

However after You came on his fingers It wasn't enough He needed more, wise flips you over now he was towering over you putting your legs over his shoulders you can see a hungry looking his eyes and he begins to finger fuck you faster. Utterly hypnotized by the wet sounds of your sloppy cunt, wise says in a husky tone "I love the sound your soaked pussy makes You can do it again for me can you?? Come on just give me one more..."

Your toes curl your back arching You whimper and scream, You couldn't hear Wise loan himself as he jams his fingers as deep as he can feeling you cum around him. But he needs more, He hasn't quite broken you yet. Wise loves to watch you fall apart, to fuck you dumb until you can no longer think about anything else but his cock or his fingers. If you really want him to he will milk every orgasm out of you until you physically cannot cum anymore.

Lycaon

Misbehaving again? Tisk tisk tisk... Before he can properly punish you He files down his claws You know when you're screwed when you see His claws are a lot shorter than they used to be. This time he wraps a blindfold around you erasing your sense of sights to heighten your other ones.

If you are known for squirming then he shall restrain you in some way whether it be his tie or his hands you will behave.

Very skilled hands knowing all the right places to touch you. He knows how to make you cum but right now he will withhold your pleasure. You will get your orgasm and many more after. He feels a little selfish indulging in you like this instead of just ramming his fingers inside you until you cum over and over, instead his fingertips brush against the opening every now and then dipping inside brushing against your clit. Your whimpers are music to his ears, such a cute little pup.

When he finally has his fill That's when he plunges his fingers immerselessly inside you You cry and thrash But you don't know where you try to close your legs but to no avail All you can do is sit and take it.

He is grateful to put the blindfold on you He does not want you to see the unsavory site of his hand palming his bulge He is ashamed yet excited that he is getting off too You're punishment.

You cum but he doesn't let up milking you through your orgasm you try to whimper his name but he only shushes you.

"Your doing great my dear." "You're taking your punishment so well, come on give me another one."

[brainddeadd]

hi there I love your blog and id like to request something. Maybe a OPLA Shanks x pregnant reader where it was like a one night stand after being drunk and he discovers the pregnancy after coming back from a mission a few weeks later?🥰 like angst with fluff ending?🥰

Ok, so I'm not technically taking requests, but I love Shanks too much to not write about it - so here are some headcannons

I might write a full fic of this

Shanks x reader

warnings: pregnancy, fluff, angst, smut

You meet Shanks when his ship docks on the island you live on, and he comes to your fruit stall in the local market.

He flirts, but you're good at pretending to not be interested.

He meets you again at the local bar - he's friendly and fun to be around.

Many drinks and laughs later, he's back at your place, lips latched to your clit and a his cum seeping from your pussy.

He's gone when you wake, which sucks but isn't too surprising.

The surprise comes a few weeks later when you're throwing up as your friend holds your hair back - you know immediately what's wrong.

You're 7 months pregnant when Shanks shows up again, eyes going wide at the sight of your belly.

He knows immediately that the baby is his - can feel it in his bones.

There, on the dock, in front of his crew and people from your village, he throws himself to his knees, hand reaching for you, words rushing from his lips, and he's unaware of the tears beginning to pool and slide down his cheeks until your hands gently brush them away.

"For as long as you'll have me, I will be yours. Our baby will want for nothing. They shall have all they need and desire. As will you, if you'll let me."

[urfavouritegirlie]

Hi! I don't know if you accept requests or not (it's cool if you don't!) But do you have any hc about Aaron discovering he has a daughter? Lol. And what would be Miles reaction. Okay, thank you. Bye :D

Hi Anon👋, I’m not really taking requests but I had to jump on this one. However I can't promise all future requests being answered quickly because I've got studies to focus on but I will try and do as best as I can. I feel like this request was made based on the headcannon I had made up. Absolutely love love love it and I'm happy to write it. Now let's get on with it shall we.

Oh and btw, He would be a Girl dad right. I can't see it any other way.

"Girl if you don't call this man now, I will track him myself."

"Ok I heard you, I'll call. Just in my own time. I promise I will call."

"Fine. Gotta go now but he's got to know now ok. You can't do this alone."

I mutter under my breath something she can't hear. "Psh yes I can."

Homegirl leaves and I'm stuck here with a phone number struggling to call it. It's been long. Will he even remember me? Why I am scared? I'm a grown woman for goodness sake, just do it.

"Fuck it."

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Aaron arrives at his place at the early hours of a new day. However he just wants to collapse in bed and forget about yet another near death experience. All gear on the floor only left in boxers and bandages and dried up blood. He escaped gunshots but not the sharp end of the blade. A non life threatening gash on his arm and the side of his abdomen. Chugged a few pills and was ready to get knocked into sleep.

Not even five minutes into sleep, his phone vibrates on his night stand. Great another thing to do. He semi consciously picked the phone and answered without looking at the name id. Not that there was one.

"Hello," he answers. Not a word back. If these scam callers where trying him he was going to find whoever they were and end it there.

He kisses his teeth and no longer wanting to entertain whoever disrupted his not so deep sleep.

"Is this Aaron?" Hearing his name got him into defensive mode but relaxed a bit when it was from a feminine voice.

"Who'er you?"

The woman tells her name and it rings a faint bell in Aarons head. He's heard the name before. Where though?

"Do I know you?"

She seemed a bit hesitant to tell but she spit it out anyway after taking a deep breath. "We've hooked up a few times many months ago."

In his head he's thinking it's another chick wanting to see him again or wanting to move things further by being in a relationship with him. Makes it clear to them from the start that it's not like that at all then blocks them. It boosts his ego a little.

"Look, I thought I had made it clear that it was a two-three time thing then we don't talk anymore. I'm not looking for relationship or sum," he said immediately to clear any confusion.

"What? That's not it. I have something very important to tell you," she says.

Nothing could have prepared him for what she had to say next. She sounded nervous before she took a breath to speak.

"Well...... I ended up pregnant. I gave birth to a healthy baby. I found your number and called to let you know. Listen and listen carefully. If you want nothing to do with the baby, that is fine. I just thought you should know. I didn't say anything while I was pregnant because I was focusing on me and my baby and in case something might have happened. And I didn’t have it in me to get an abortion," she said so clearly and calmly.

He heard right? Oh he heard right. Was he too tired and drugged up to believe it or was this for real. She gives him the time to process the news. Once all her words were digested he asks…

“You sure it’s mine? How do you know it ain’t anyone else’s?” He asks confidently.

She takes some air in quickly as if being accused of whoring around. She wasn’t gonna let that slide.

“You’re that last person I slept with. Even then I wasn’t hoe. Never was, never will be ok. Look we were both careless. We didn’t use condoms but I was on birth control which ultimately proved that it’s not as effective as I thought it would be. I’m giving you the choice to come see the baby or to leave the matter completely.”

She was serious in her tone. So believable. Maybe it was the tiredness causing him not to think straight but…..

“Send me your address.”

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I could not sit still. Walking back and forth trying to find something to do to distract me. It's still early morning, slight heavy rain falling and sliding from the top to the bottom of the window. The baby was ok, asleep in the bouncer, slowly rocking. I try to sit on the sofa but my leg just keeps bouncing, with the tv on but not my attention on it.

That dreaded call ended about an hour ago and by the sound of his voice, he was serious.

I flinch at the sound of the buzzer. “Hello?”

“It’s Aaron.”

With not many words I buzz him in. Now in a few moments things could go right or left. This is right, right? I gave him options. That's a good thing right? I definitely didn't want to be one of those women who don't let fathers see their child for no reason. Thoughts stop swirling when there is finally a knock on the door. No more time for hesitation but the doorway felt so far.

Aaron POV

I'm soaked from the rain. It took me being inside the apartment complex to realise. All this time it wasn't on my mind that it was pouring outside. There's an elevator but the stairs seem quicker. I skip a step each time until I'm in front of her door. No time to hesitate. I put my fist against the door to knock.

The door opens with her standing behind it. I most definitely remember now. I’ve been with her more times than I’d like to admit honestly. Can’t lie it was the best, not that I’d admit it to her face. Now seeing her, she has a glow that I hadn't seen before.

"Hi"

"Hi umm sorry bout being soaked, its raining like shit outside."

She gives a small laugh and tells me to come in. I remember I've been here before a couple times. Her place always smelt nice and looked clean. I take my jacket off and hang it by the door. I follow her down the short corridor to the living area. We both turn to the living room.

"Well. Here she is."

In the corner of the room, a baby swing with the smallest human possible as cute as can be a sleep, protected from world. I sit on the sofa before my legs give out. She said 'she'. A girl. I have a daughter. I hold my head in my hands. She sits next to me and put a hand on my leg to calm me down.

"I know it's a lot to process. Believe me. I had the same reaction when I found out I was pregnant. All the worries left when I first held her. It was instant love. Sorry I kept it from you."

"Nah I get it. Whats her name?"

"Her name is Tiana."

"Its a beautiful name."

I don't know what came over me but the need to protect her came out of nowhere. Protect her from every evil out there. It's crazy to think she is a part of me. But what about me? It on dawns me that I hold the role of prowler. Am I good enough for her? Am I strong enough to protect her? Am I man enough to be her father. Am I going to end up abandoning her like my father did? All these thoughts consuming me all at once.

"Would you like to hold her?"

I look at her and she has a reassuring smile encouraging me to hold her. "I don't know how."

"Neither did I but I learned."

She stands and walks over to this sleeping angel. She picks her up and walks up to me. I hadn't met Miles until he was a couple months old, so I have no experience in holding a newborn. I sit up and back and open my hands. She's so small. I don't think I've seen something so precious in my life. My hands are almost the same size as her.

"Don't be scared. Here, move your arm to support her neck and then your other hand holds the side."

She helps me hold her comfortably. With all this fuss she moves around waking from her sleep. Shit here it comes. Big brown eyes stare at me with a twinkle in them. We are both strangers to each other but she has to have trust in me and I never would dream of breaking that trust. A grown man like shouldn't be feeling emotional but here I am. She was right. It was love at first sight.

"She's so beautiful."

"I know right. Big eyes, a cute nose and a head full of hair. She got that part from me."

We both break out into a short laugh.

I hesitate to ask the following questing seeing as we are not together. "What's her last name?"

"I put mine and your last name together hyphenated. If you don't mind."

"It's nice."

We spend the rest of the day just talking, actually getting to know each other. She works as a nurse at a hospital, I told her I do engineering which isn't a lie. I use it as a cover up from what I do other times.

"I have a nephew, my older brothers son. His names Miles. He probably would wanna meet Tiana. Is that cool."

"I don't mind, it's cool she has cousin."

We met at a diner, we talked and it seemed like we were both after the same thing. No relationship but a stress relief. Semi strangers with benefits kinda thing. No personal questions and no feelings.

Looking at it now, that might change now that she had birthed my daughter. Speaking of her she starts stirring in my arms and looks like she's about to cry. Her lips quiver and starts crying. It's hasn't even been ten minutes and I've failed.

"She's probably just hungry. Let me feed her."

I slowly had her over to mom. All of a sudden she lifts the side of top and puts a boob in her mouth. This looks private so I look away to the whatever was playing to the tv. She starts laughing at me though.

"What? It's not like you've never seen them before."

True. I can't look at breasts the same. All this time they were just sexual thing to me but its not even like that. It's a personal connection between mother and child. I change the subject. I ask her how old Tiana is and she tells me only four days old.

"So you're fresh out the hospital then? Was it not hard?"

"It was hard. I couldn't drive because I was still sore from giving birth, so my friend drove me back home. She's been such a help these past few days. Cooking and cleaning for me but she does have a job and her own family to take care of."

"Hold on. Don't you only get a few weeks off work before you have to go back."

"Yeah. Around twelve weeks and then I have to go back to work. Some weeks are even unpaid."

"Well that's stupid."

"Tell me about it but hey, I didn't build the system. Here burp her."

She hands her to me then leaves.

"Where you goin. I don't know how to do this."

"Relax I'm just getting her cloth so she doesn't throw up on you"

She can back as fast as she left, put a pink cloth on my shoulder and move her to my shoulder.

"Just pat her back until she burps."

She gets up to leave and looks like she's heading into the kitchen.

"What you bout to do now."

"I'm a bout to cook. You've got her so I have the time to."

"Nah order some food. Get some rest."

Took some time going back and forth but she sat down. Same time as Tiana finally burps. I move to get my wallet and hand it over to her.

"You know you have a lot of faith in a stranger."

"Same stranger that birth our baby."

"Hilarious."

She orders some food. Time goes by and it eventually comes. We ate, talked. Looking outside, I realise time has gone by fast. Looks like it time me to leave. I get to lay her down back to sleep in her swing.

"Looks like I gotta go now."

"Oh umm thanks for stopping by and seeing her. You make a great father you know."

Her words struck me to my heart. I want to be the best dad to her. Better than my father ever was to me and Jeff.

"Come by anytime. Oh here's your card."

"You hold on to that."

I grab my jacket, say my last goodbyes to both of them but man I so don't wanna leave. I might come back tomorrow. I grab my phone and start calling.

"Hello?"

"Jeff. I need to talk to you."

"Talk."

"I have a daughter."

"That poor woman."

"Ay now ain't the time for games. Me and her we cool. Yeah we were irresponsible but I stepped up. Think about it, you're an uncle now."

"I've been an uncle. Rio has siblings that have children."

"On our side stupid. Anyway can I take Miles to see her tomorrow?"

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*The next day*

Jeff has allowed Miles to come with me to see Tiana. But he doesn't know that. I'm trying to surprise his since he wanna keep asking questions talking bout 'how come I don't have a cousin on your side?'.

"So what spot are we painting today."

"We're not doing that."

"We've been walking for so long. Where are we going?"

"You'll see man, just be a little patient. Don't wanna ruin the surprise."

"Surprise!?"

We arrive at apartment complex. I ring up and I'm let inside. The confused looks on his face makes me just wanna laugh but I can't give it away. We get to the door, knock on it and wait.

"Hi guys, come in."

Miles walks shyly behind me until we turn the living room.

"Miles meet your baby cousin, Tiana."

The look on his face is just priceless. Ain't never seen him so confused. He looks at me then at her mother then at Tiana again.

"You have a daughter. Wait does that make you my auntie?"

"Umm well..."

"Yes it does. See I told you. All those questions bout 'how come I don't have an auntie'. Well you got one now."

"It's nice to meet you Miles. Your uncle has told me a lot about you."

He breaks into a nervous laugh. "Unfortunately I haven't heard about you but it's nice to meet you. So uhh how you guys meet?"

Silence

"That's not important. Here come hold her."

Needless to say besides Miles being so puzzled, he was so happy that he has a little cousin. Since then Miles had come to visit and see her many times after school and during the weekend and has seen her grow. Rio and Jeff came later on with gifts. Rio was beyond excited. Jeff was just as surprised as Miles.

"Your family is really nice, I like them a lot."

"Yeah. I've got a present for you too."

I take her down stair to the parking area. Her eyes could have popped out their sockets. Her mouth open so wide, you'd thing her jaw dislocated. In front of us a white Range.

"Oh my gosh Aaron wha- what's this?"

I dangle the keys infant of her and drop them in her hands.

"People call it a 'push present' if I'm correct. Oh and that card, spend it on our daughter."

"You are spoiling her to the core and she doesn't even know what money is."

"Only the best for my baby girl. Besides I wanna try this mom and dad thing. That's if you want to?"

"We could do that."

A/N - Honestly, I'm not to sure I did a really good job on this one I can't lie. I might have to reread it again like ten times and make tweaks to it. But let me know in the comments.

[snappit-the-snek]

Messenger Arrows

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Word Count: 1.0k

Warnings: none

Genre: Fluff/Crack

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Character: Rook Hunt

Headcannon: If someone was dating Rook, they would have to be on edge a lot because he has a habit of firing arrows at them, with either poems or small notes attached. It's a nice gesture, but it's a bit nerve-wracking to have an arrow whiz an inch away from your nose and stick into the wall. Thank the sevens he has good aim.

A/N: I apologize in advance my fancy letter writing isn't the best, but I tried. 😅

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*whizzzzzZZZZZZZZZ THUNK*

Ah yes, the usual afternoon arrow, perfectly on time, stuck in the wall, and of course only flew around two centimeters away from Ace's nose.

"GEEZUS!" He yelped, taking a step away from the arrow and holding a hand in front of his face defensively. "AGAIN!?"

"Ace this happens every single afternoon." You said, rolling your eyes as you went to dislodge the arrow from the wall. Ace did his own rolling of eyes right back, lowering his hand once confirming a second thin, scarily well aimed missile wasn't going to take his nose out permanently.

"I know, but why does he have to nick my nose everytime he does it!" He said exasperated, sending a glare towards the spot where Rook definitely was not residing. "It's as if he's doing it on purpose, WHICH HE PROBABLY IS!" The arrow came out of the wall after a good minute of tugging, impressing you and simultaneously scaring your friend further with the sheer amount of force the arrow must have been fired with. Tiny missile indeed.

As usual a pristine white envelope was tied to the arrow, its secrets sealed by red wax with a feather stamping. The envelope itself had been attached to the arrow with a purple ribbon, now fluttering loosely in the light breeze that blew into the hallway from the open windows. You flipped the envelope in your hands a few times, admiring the elegant cursive writing on the the front of it: For my little trickster.

"Oh my seven it's a letter not a forbidden scroll of curses just open the thing!" Ace grumbled, tapping his foot with the impatience of Leona himself. Cue eye roll part 2.

After perching thyself on the windowsill so the hallway wouldn't be blocked, you set the arrow to your side so you could return it to Rook when you...no when he 'coincidentally' ran into you again. Breaking the wax seal carefully you opened the letter, sliding the thin paper out while simultaneously ignoring the nosy first year trying to read the letter over your shoulder.

"Ace I swear to Tsunotaro I will sacrifice you to Riddle if you don't stop snooping." You hissed, shoving his face away with your free hand.

"It's not snooping, it's intel gathering-" He snapped his mouth shut once he noticed the serious look on your face. That morning he had accidentally turned a rose bush purple while trying to magic them to red. The blame had managed to be shifted to another unfortunate underclassman but you had witnessed the screw up before he could figure out how to 'fix' it. Turns out having blackmail is fairly effective in getting pesky first years to scooch three feet to the left.

With the angry Ace now standing far enough away to not be able to snoop, you turned your gaze down to read the letter in your hands:

My Darling Trickster,

Another sun has risen over the distant horizon, a new day had begun from it's appearance, bathing the land in it's radiant glow. And yet it fails to shine as brightly as you. How could it? Your beauty shines so brightly it puts the stars to shame! Let us enjoy this new day together until the moon slips into the sky and sends us to slumber once again. I will wait patiently for you in the thicket of roses, we shall make this day a good one.

Yours Truly, Rook Hunt

Well, it looks like you had a date that afternoon.

"It's the sappiness for me-"

Ace got slapped with the envelope.

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Okay, the message arrows were cool as an afternoon thing, not so much a 'wake-up-and-nearly-get-slammed-with-a-close-flying-arrow.' It was especially nerve wracking to see a wooden shaft around an inch away from the tip of your nose, still slightly trembling from its impact into the wooden walls of Ramshackle Dorm. It was as if the arrow had struck any hint of sleepiness you had, killing it in a single hit.Grim had been equally shocked by the sudden attack, having jumped from his perch on the bed and skittering away to protect his tuna stash. The traitor.

Carefully reaching upwards, you pulled the arrow out of the wall easily. Considering how worn down the walls were already it wasn't a shock it came out easier than from the stone walls of the school hallways. Once again the arrow held a white envelope, tied on with a yellow ribbon this time but still the same scenario as last afternoon.

Sitting upright in the bed you detached the letter from the arrow, putting the ribbon in the jar you had on the nightstand. It would be a waste not to save them, they were some high quality ribbons. The arrow meanwhile got unceremoniously shoved off the bed, clattering on the floor while you opened the envelope. The letter was shorter this time, probably out of courtesy since you had only just woken up.

Good morning Monsieur Trickster!

The birds have awoken and started their songs of the day, filling the air with colorful notes and melodies. It would be a shame for you to miss such a wonderful morning. I will await by your humble abode to escort you to the school building in an hour. We shall enjoy the blissful morning together!

Yours Truly, Rook Hunt

You felt your heart flutter a bit, the sweet words of the letter brushing away the initial shookithness of the way the message made its way into the building. You took a glance at the time before slipping out of bed, striding over to the wardrobe in order to start getting ready. While you loved your boyfriend dearly, you may have to have a talk with him about his method of delivering notes.

He could still do the arrows in the afternoon don't get it wrong, but maybe in the mornings he could find a less violent way to get the messages to you. You didn't want him to stop completely though. As startling as they were you had to admit, you had grown fond of his messenger arrows.

[abbyslev]

Power dating headcannons would be cool *slides 100$*

𝑷𝑶𝑾𝑬𝑹 𝑫𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑺

A/N: *grabs $100 and puts it in bra* ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE also tysm for this cause power is literally my wife and i spent like all day on these TYSM FOR THIS

SIDE NOTE: i do apologize for closing request, but i’m gonna finish up and post all request!! i am so sorry if i haven’t gotten to yours, i’m working on them i’m so sorry!!!

Power hated you when you two first met

she never understood why, but she didn’t feel an urge to kill you

your blood wasn’t desirable in that way, it smelled sweet like honey, and she felt an attraction to you

she didn’t want to kill you, that’s what angered Power. she couldn’t understand why

once you two became closer and started dating, it was a completely different story

everytime you come pick Power up for dates, Aki will open the door and greet you and Power rams him out of the way, embracing you in a kiss

she’s sooooooo cuddly it’s insane

your hands are always linked together, her head in always on your shoulder and she’s always giving you little kisses everywhere 

after missions you carry her on your back and she falls asleep :( 

aki gets onto you both for goofing off 

YOU DENJI AND POWER>>>> 

aki’s worst nightmare as a trio basically 

denji asking if you guys touch each others  boobs ???

“ohhh… do you guys like…kiss too?” as he’s staring deep into your souls trying not to go crazy 

power sits on your lap and sleeps:(((((

you’ll brush her long hair after she bathes, careful around her horns while she goes on long rants about hating humans 

“except you. you know that.” as she gives you a devilish smile 

you guys are meowys parents :D

you have a cat at your apartment too, since aki only lets her have one at his apartment 

power basically lives at your apartment 

she’s always sprawled on top of you. she likes knowing you're with her

she sits in the bath bath bubbles with you wash her back and hum to her 

she takes your hoodies ALL THE TIME 

aki has to call you and make you calm  her down because she refuses to listen to anyone else

when you two fight devils she will always kill them before they even look your way

SOOO PROTECTIVE 

she bites 

“look at how cute these little marks are! :3” “babe, i’m bleeding.”

you had to explain pet names to her 

“love? my names power!” 

after she understands and get used to it, she calls you love, kitten, and dear! 

talks about you a lot

she notices a lot of small details

sometimes you come home from running errands or something and she’s upside down on your couch, watching tv and playing with the cats :)

dont expect to have your own space at night, power will glue you to herself if she has too 

“are you gonna finish that?” everytime you push your plate away

she growls at you for literally NO REASON

loves loves loves when you sit in between her legs and let her play with your hair :( 

likes to stand beside you or just a bit in front of you so she can hold your hand and drag you around 

stands on her tiptoes to kiss you 

UGH shen you drop her back off at Aki’s you always kiss her and she’s like :D

blushes blushes blushes blushes blushes 

she’s the little spoon always 

when she still has sm energy at night she’ll lay on top of you and ramble about annihilating the human race and keep all the cats and marrying you 

tries to help you with cooking 

“aki does this all the time” *flips eggs and watches them fall on the floor* “oops” 

she’s just so cute 

you have to constantly remind her to eat and drink water because her mind is in another world

overall 10/10 gf love her sm that’s my baby

[classysassy9791]

Hello Sassy it is me again, I have been inspired by Pencils secret santa person and the questions they asked them, so.

Do you have any headcannons you would maybe like for the fic?

- Secret Santa

You know, Idk why but I cannot ramble on about headcanons like some people can looking at Pencil and Milo. It's just never been a thing for me; for some reason its hard for me to just word vomit.

But for you, I shall try.

If its going to be a GrayLu piece, I just want them being soft together. I feel as if they might both be a little touch-starved. They have a lot of grief between them, and their love is very subtle. Where Natsu's feelings and emotions are often loud and boisterous, Gray is more reserved. I also think they would enjoy stories together. We see Gray reading Lucy's draft early on in the series, and I most definitely think he would encourage her to write, and often let her bounce ideas off of him. But they can also have fun times; they're the gossiping duo and would definitely be enjoying that tea together. I also think at some point Gray talks about his childhood, even though most of it was stolen from him, and the traditions he left behind in Isvan. In Lucy-fashion, she subtly finds things to help him reconnect with what was lost - maybe a small gift (ornament, bracelet, etc) that would remind him of his birth place - or find things that are similar to the traditions he remembers - like a dance or a gift-giving. I also love the idea that Gray and Lucy were friends first, and then developed feelings later on. They've become comfortable around each other long before and romantic feelings got involved, so they grew to trust each other completely. Their biggest strength is being able to communicate - they never fear what the other will think, and make sure to lay all their cards on the table. They've always been able to have open and honest discussions. Their biggest weakness is probably becoming too comfortable, often neglecting themselves and their relationship, so things tend to get strained if either of them isn't romanced in a while (ie: going out on dates, spending time 1:1 together, planning vacations). Lucy also tends to get a little more jealous than Gray. He's always cool as a cucumber, but Lucy tends to always need a little reassurance now and then. If its regarding Lucy and her friendships, Loke is definitely her protector. He'll be there to make the hard decisions when she's emotionally incapable. He'll always put Lucy and her needs above everything else. Levy and Lucy obviously share a very special bond, connected by their love for literature. And even though their friendship often takes a back seat, Levy is who Lucy goes to whenever she needs advice or to vent. And if we're talking heart-to-hearts, Cana is Lucy's girl, especially when it came to Lucy losing her dad. Cana didn't have a dad for a long time (you know what I mean), so she gets it. She's always down for helping Lucy forget about her problems with something fun to do, and it doesn't always have to involve drinking. Between the 3 girls, Levy is definitely the most reserved and sensible of the three. Cana's the loudest and the one whose always willing to take a risk. Lucy is that sweet middle ground.

I hope this helps! If you need more inspo, feel free to slide back into my ask box. I'm also just getting off a stretch of work days, so my thoughts are a little jumbled. I'm so looking forward to what you come up with! I know I'm going to love it regardless!! <3

[hanasnx]

Hello! Okay so im dipping my toe happily drowningin a pool of vader/anakin atm and found your blog. Holy shit your writing is amazing the prefect filthy delicious fics that i have been hunting for in this vader haze. i had a little headcannon that i think you might like?

Vader walking into the bridge of his ship to find the ships engineer loosing her shit and scolding the captain for ignoring her advice and ending up damaging the ships transmission/engine or something. Her frustrated yelling is so loud she doesnt hear vader creep up behinde her. When she finally notices its too late. He instructs her to follow him and she thinks shes done for. But quickly finds out instead of angering the sith lord, she'd turned him on 😏😏

firstly tysm! it always makes me so happy to hear i’m doing something right! (and it makes me so happy u wanted to share ur HC with me :DDD )

the way you’d be completely in the right. you’d explained this one million times in precise detail, and that idiot ignored you. it wasn’t like you explained it to be excruciating, the part that was damaged is very expensive and very complicated to repair/replace. you’d risk having to scrap the entire ship if the replacement goes wrong! not to mention, i’d imagine the captain would pull some mansplain-y shit to you bcos hes a pilot, while you’re the literal head ship engineer. you’d throw your clipboard at him and tell him to hit the fucking showers before you pull the ship’s replacement costs out of his paycheck.

you turn around and vader’s right there, looming. it startles you, and you straighten because youre in public and hes your commanding officer. arms at your sides.

“is there an issue?”

“no, my lord, it’s taken care of.” you reply, devoid of hesitance but dripping with anxiety.

“come with me.” obediently, you follow, trailing behind him. he doesn’t look over his shoulder when he addresses you again. “relay the events to me, officer.”

quizzically, you glance at the back of his helmet, before understanding. “nothing to relay, sir. standard procedure gone wrong.”

“your reaction says otherwise. i don’t appreciate being lied to,”

“inappropriate use of equipment resulted in damages. and inappropriate use of language resulted in the pilot’s dismissal.”

“pilot’s operating number?”

“24141.”

he says nothing in response, and when he reaches his captain’s quarters, the doors slide open. he steps aside, and lets you enter first. “we shall continue this conversation in private. i’d like to discuss your opinion on the removal of 24141.”

“that won’t be necessary, my lord, i’ve—“

“i’ll not have a lowly pilot addressing his commanding officer in such informal speech. i can sense your distress.”

you don’t even get to respond because when the doors close he spins you around, pressing your back to a surface. large hands wandering until one lands in between your legs, your chin pinched between his fingers to make you look at him.

“allow me to ease your worries,”

DKLFJLDK like he’d LOVE the fact you were so loud about the blatant disrespect, and how you sent the pilot off, and he’d heard it all. lowkey wishing it was he that was getting scolded. he loves it when you hit him playfully or speak to him in that warning tone (occasionally likes it when you yell at him) KJDKJ while his fingers are inside of you, he’s telling you to talk to him. and he fucking loves it when you tell him hes doing a shit job. that competitive nature inside of him bubbling up. growling as he grabs you tighter, fucks you faster. be careful with the phrase “i’ve had better” because he will make sure to blow your back out— like good luck walking.

taking a day to recover because of how fucking hard he fucked you means he’d take your place as head engineer the next day to face the pilot that caused you so much trouble himself.

the pilot walks in, expecting you, and seeing darth vader. he’d fucking implode.

“i imagine you’ve had time to regret your behavior.” he says to the pilot. who’s blubbering, scrambling for words

“of- of course, sir— my lord,”

“i’ll have some officers escort you to the air lock the next time that occurs.”

“what—?”

IM SORRY THIS IDEA HAS ME IN A CHOKEHOLD

[obeythebutler]

hi! i’m pretty new to tumblr but i saw you were doing request and got really happy! i was wondering if you could do some diavolo headcannons (give this man some love) but after having an argument with MC and scaring them. i can only imagine how guilty he would feel!

Diavolo never shows that he's angry.

The demon is painfully aware of his position and power, as the son of the Demon King and the heir to the Throne, he knows how one must keep composed and calm, even when angry or troubled.

But even he slips sometimes.

"I don't think your actions were justified."

Your voice rings in the room, concise and confident, for only you are the one who can talk to him in such a manner because you are his lover.

"We shall talk about this later, love." The demon speaks as he pours a cup of tea, and slides one over to you, which you chose to ignore, utterly focused on his figure as you continue.

"I don't think it's right! You shouldn't have conducted that event when the poorer regions of the Devildom were going through a severe drought. It wasn't the appropriate time!"

He takes a sip of the soothing beverage as he attempts to calm his growing irritation.

"I am aware." The demon points out, and when Diavolo closed his eyes the image of the joyous crowd, boisterous and happy as ever forms in his mind. But there were subjects that wished to speak with him, but couldn't get the opportunity. He states, "But the nobles demanded it, in fact, they wrote letters and came to visit me in person. How could I say no?"

Your anger flares up.

"They only see the life of luxury, Diavolo. Not the hardships the lower-level demons have to face. Even if the brothers and nobles, even if the city was overjoyed, the others weren't celebrating." You mutter, remembering the dissapointed looks of the demons when they saw the celebrations taking place in the city, blocking the path for them to visit and present their troubles to their Lord.

Diavolo is a just Prince. He would have listened to their concerns and sent relief accordingly. But a celebration at such a time was uncalled for.

Your next words are dripping with fury, and for a moment you forget you are speaking to a Demon Prince, one that has the power to wipe out beings from existence.

"You should have said no! But you didn't! This was uncalled for—"

"Enough!"

Diavolo's tone is laced with venom as he screams the words, each syllable echoing in the room. The teacup in his hand shatters due to the force with which he was holding it, and now it's lying on the table, broken and bleeding.

You immediately jump back in fear.

The look in the demon's eyes is anything but calm, the joyous golden having turned to one of fury, burning, like the fires of Hell.

With his fangs bared and eyes narrowed, his expression resembles one of a demon, shrouded in darkness and something, something unholy.

It is in this moment, you realize, you're talking to the Prince of Hell, Diavolo, and not your lover.

Your stomach twists in fear.

"I'm sorry." You mumble, your very soul trembling under his gaze.

It is in this moment, that Diavolo realizes how fearsome he must look. The demon corrects his expression immediately.

He gently wipes his hand with a cloth, taking a deep breath as he composes himself. Seeing you, Diavolo can feel the pit of his stomach sink. It isn't unlike him to lose his temper so quickly, and that too even at his own wrongdoings. But that isn't even the worst.

He's scared you.

You're afraid of him.

Something Diavolo promised himself that he would never let it happen.

"Name." He croons, gently approaching your terrified form, and when he reaches out to touch you he can see you flinch.

Look what you've done, he scolds himself. He never wanted you to be afraid of him. He wanted for you two to be equal in each other's eyes. But, given the power imbalance, it's difficult.

Your scared expression sets his fears in stone.

"I'm so sorry." He whispers, his tone nothing but serious. There's a thousand more words he wants to say, but he fears he may start sobbing voicing them. So he keeps mum and hopes the three words will convey his feelings.

You don't move, choosing to stare at the demon whose begging for forgiveness on his knees. Diavolo mumbles,"It was foolish of me to act out on my own mistakes, and you were only pointing it out."

"But you're the ruler. I—" Your voice cracks at the end as you take a deep breath. "I shouldn't have interfered. I'm the one who should be apologizing. It was rude of me to poke into matters not concerning me. I'm sorry."

"No!" He gasps, and cringes when he realizes that he might have scared you further. "I want for us to be equal in each others eyes." He confesses as he wrings his hands, which are desperately trying to reach for your own.

"You were only pointing out my mistakes, and I got angry at my own wrongdoings. It was I who was being foolish here." He whispers, and he can feel tears brimming in his eyes. "You did nothing wrong. In fact, it was appropriate for you to correct me. You desire the people to be happy, just like I do."

When you look at the demon crouched in front of you, you can see the regret in his eyes and the trembling of his voice. Diavolo never meant to lash out. But he did. And he's filled with regret.

"It is I who should apologize. Not you. I never meant to scare you, I'm so sorry."

A single tear escapes his eye, and you reach out to wipe it away. The silence is peaceful, this time, and when you place your head on his chest you can sense the beating of his heart, like a war drum.

"Don't do that ever again," You mutter, engulfing the demon in a hug as Diavolo stiffens for a moment, before embracing you back.

Never again, he swears. Never again shall he let this happen.

~

I did these in a scenarios, as I felt it would suit it better! I hope you like it!

[melissa-kenobi]

Bad Batch Headcannon: Favourite Dresses on Reader pls 😊

Dresses [Bad Batch]

A/N: YEESS Anon, omg I love this idea, it sounds adorable already!!! May have veered off track for a few but nonetheless it is here :) xx

Crosshair

Flowery dresses 🌼

Crosshair was an asshole about it at first. As usual.

He totally would not have cared about it in the first place until Hunter made a remark about how pretty you looked, which made you blush, causing Crosshair get slightly annoyed. So he ignored you as usual.

So at night, when you cuddled up to him, you could tell he was grumpy. "Hey, what's gotten stuck up your ass?"

"Nothing."

Rolling your eyes you shuffled away from him, sliding to the other side of the bed making Crosshair whine in response. You were stubborn as hell and already knew what he was annoyed about, but wanted him to say it.

Crosshair could never sleep without your cuddles so he shuffled over to you, pulling your back to his chest, aplogising profoundly.

"I like it when you wear dresses."

A smirk etched onto to your face as you let him mumble his words into your neck.

"I like the flowery short ones."

The following morning you woke up before Crosshair, picking out dresses that he would like. So you quickly woke him up, placing kisses on his forehead to which he grumbled and kissed back before opening his eyes.

"Morning grumpy! Which one do you like more?"

"The yellow one with white flowers." He'd grumble, but secretly happy that you had asked him.

Throughout the whole day, Crosshair would tease you, commenting on your entire outfit. Making you blush while you slapped his arm playfully.

While sitting down his hand would trail up your thigh, playing with the ends of your frills, he wouldn't realise he was doing it till you playfully slapped his hand away, making him blush.

When you're alone or getting ready in your room, Crosshair loves to accidentally walk by and push the strap of your dress down before saying "Oh, I'm sorry. Shall I help you with that?"

This man would go from hating them to literally choosing your dresses for you each day.

Echo*

Maxi dresses 👗

He loves anything you wear, you have style girl, but dresses... mmhhh Echo's already a gonner.

His favourite types of dresses on you are the long maxi type ones, the ones that are just about ankle length - a slit that cuts up your thigh with long flowy sleeves. The ones with a deep V neck that shows off your assets.

The ones you wear are mostly flowery and soft, they give off a casual but formal look that makes you the wonderful woman you are.

Echo loves how beautiful you look in them, sometimes you'll catch him staring at you from afar and you'll tease him.

Sliding your leg apart, or crossing them over to reveal your skin, making Echo blush like mad. You'll send him a small wink, accompanied by a bite of your lip to let him know what you want.

Later on the following night Echo would have to chase you around, just to get a moment to himself with you.

"Maker, you're a hard woman to catch."

"Don't I know it?"

Maker, Echo loves how effortless you look in them when you attend the Senators Ball. He can't never keep his eyes off you, he just want to sweep you off your feet and carry you back to the ship and make love to you all night.

"Mesh'la, I'm gonna have to get you some more of these dresses.."

Hunter*

Bodycon dresses ⏳

Oof, this man loves, and I mean loves a tight dress. He is literally in love with the way it hugs your figure, accentuating every single part of your body.

And the heels you pair with them, ahhhh, he's gone. He cannot stop touching you, his senses go into overdrive, the way you keep shuffling around on your seat to adjust your dress, making sure it doesn't slide up makes him want to rip it off your body right there and then.

Hunter would totally match his outfit to your dress, wanting to be the best matched couple out there. You'd even make a bandana for him that matched your dress.

His hand would be holding your hips the entire time, holding you infront of him to hide his hard on. Mumbling words into your ear, teasing ones about when he could rip that dress off you and take you like he wants to.

"Maker, mesh'la, I can't wait to get back... I'm gonna fuck you with those heels on.."

"Hunter!"

He'd get his way though. You love it. Maybe you'll wear these dresses more often.

Tech

Tight, off the shoulder💃

Now, Tech was a man who knows what he want. He's gone through several images of the dress he wants for you, visually taken your measurements in and gotten the perfect dress for you.

It was a special event, your 1st anniversary together, and Tech wanted it to be special. So he'd been preparing the dress for the past month.

Yep. He'd put so much effort into it.

So when he finally gifts it you, he sits there, all starry eyes behind his tinted goggles, watching as the dress fits snugly onto your body, accentuating your breasts making his eyes pop.

"What do you think?"

"Maker, mesh'la. I think we should cancel out reservations." Tech would mumble, his eyes couldn't remove themselves from you.

He loved the way the dress fell off your shoulders, the small ruffles he had chosen sprung around the top of your breasts while your neck adorned his other gift.

A stunning necklace that he had handcrafted for you.

"Tech I love it! How did you get it to fit me so perfectly?"

Tech would spring into a whole conversation about how tricky it was to get you in once place so he could visually measure your body, but ultimately it was worth it.

To see you all dressed up for him. Maybe he'd have to invest in some more dresses for you, now that he had your measurements.

Wrecker

Short pastel wrap dresses 🌸

Wrecker loves pastel colours on you, he thinks they suit your skin tone amazingly and the way your eyes shine even brighter when you wear them.

He would wake up before you and rummage through your outfits, searching for the one dress that he pictured you wearing in his dreams and would present it you in a rush because he was super shy about it.

"Please wear this mesh'la.."

You'd put the dress on, threading the wraps around your boys before coming out to ask Wrecker for his help with the bow.

"Baby, can you help me tie the bow?"

He knows you're teasing him but he doesn't mind, as long as he get his hands on you then he's a happy man.

"C'mere.."

Wrecker will take his time doing the bow, his hand trailing across your hip affectionately before he eventually does tie it up.

But you suddenly realise that there was no point because it would be coming off the minute he finished it.

That small glint in his eye told you so.

Omega [Bonus]

Ever since the young girl saw you wear dresses, she's been intrigued to find some too. She loves every single one of the ones you wear and would love to wear one too.

So one night, she rummages through your clothing, searching for one that could fit her. She comes across a bright blue dress, one with polka dots that would suit her perfectly.

So she tries it on.

And obviously it doesn't fit her.

So Omega would waddle her way over to you, her face all shy. But she's clever, she's only try and catch you and Tech together so you both could help her out.

"Y/N?"

"Yeah sweetie? What's up?"

Omega would fumble with her words before blurting out what she wanted, quickly shoving the fabric/dress into your arms before hiding behind you.

"Hey, what's this?"

"Iwantadressplease?"

Tech would curiously watching the two of you, his mind already rolling with measurements to make Omega her dress, while he figured out how much he would need to cut it.

"She wants a dress. I assume she's seen you wearing them and would like to follow your dress style."

Your heart would swell with warmth as you'd hug the little girl before helping Tech with his measurement.

Later on in the evening, you'd be helping Omega into her dress, swiping away any bad thoughts she may have.

"What if they don't like it?"

"They will. I promise you Omega."

Walking out first in a matching dress, Omega hid behind you, clutching onto your skirt, scared. But But you'd encourage her and she'd walk out.

Her smile only growing when she notices Wrecker holding a matching flower crown for her to put on.

All the boys would fill her with praise, calling her 'beautiful' 'looking like a real princess Omega' 'she looks good'.

💕

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[mrs-march-ahs]

How the Evans Cheer You Up

Headcannons and a short imagine for how the boys would cheer you up

I know this idea has been to done to death but I really wanted to have my own go at it. I sincerely hope you like it. I’m still unsure with this one. I tried to make up different reasons for the reader to be upset, I hope they all sound like reasonable reasons to cry. :)

Tate

-Notices you’re upset, so he comes and approaches you slowly

-Understands if you don’t want to talk about it

-Subtly checks your wrists to make sure you haven’t cut yourself

-Comes and rubs your back

-Tries to make some light jokes to see how they land

-If he’s in a particularly goofy mood, he’d come and tickle you to cheer you up

----

Tate’s heart races as he runs up the stairs and stands in front of the door to your bedroom. With you still alive, occasionally school days and family trips set you two apart for longer periods of times. After not seeing you for a long weekend, he opens the door to your room, and looks at you laid on the bed, facing the window. He quietly walks in and shuts the door behind him, before creeping you behind you. Then, suddenly, he jumps up on the bed and puts his hands on your tummy, tickling away. You look up at him angrily and push him off you, making him open his mouth in shock.

“Heyyy, I’m sorry, I’m just messing about… just happy to finally see you”, he says happily and leans in for a kiss, but you lean back and look at him. He sits down, genuinely hurt at your reluctance.

“Should I… leave?”, he says quietly, like he’s afraid of the answer. But instead of giving him one, you explain your worries.

“Tate… we got turbulence… really really bad”. He softly takes your hands and kisses your knuckles, slightly calmed down by the fact you’re not mad at him.

“I know it’s scary, but it happens, baby”

“No…no… I thought I might die”, you pull your hands away from him. “Tate, what if I died? Away from the house?”. Your voice gets louder and shakier, and tears fill your eyes. Tate quickly swoops you onto his lap and wraps his hands tightly around you.

“What… is our future? We can’t move out together… we-…”, you are interrupted by Tate shushing you, and holding your face so you look at him.

“Stop worrying so much about the future, I just want to be with you now”, Tate says. Every word that comes out of his mouth drips with sadness and worry, but his eyes look hopeful and… in love.

Kit

-Comes up behind you and softly talks to you, to not scare you

-Stands behind you and wraps his arms around you

-Kisses your cheek or your shoulder

-Wipes or kisses your tears away

-Suggests doing something together like watching a film

-Cuddles you throughout and makes sure you’re watching and not distracted

-Insists you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to

-A few days after you being upset, he would subtly try to talk to you about what you were upset about

-Always up for ways to be a better husband and ways to improve the relationship

---- Taking a step towards the fridge, you slip slightly on the butter you dropped earlier. You manage to hold onto the counter and not fall completely, but groan loudly in annoyance. Today wasn’t your day. You wipe the floor clean and get eggs out of the fridge, and as you take one out of the carton, you are greeted with the sound of the front door opening, and your husband entering. You turn around and he gives you a big warm smile. You manage to return the smile, and you focus on cracking the egg on the edge of the bowl. “Whatchu makin’, Miss Walka?”, he questions.

“Cupcakes, red velvet, your favourite”, you say with a monotone voice. You crack the egg into the bowl and sigh loudly when a part of the shell falls in. Kit walks over to you and wraps his arms around your waist, and you fish the shell out of the bowl. He kisses your shoulder lovingly, watching you stir the bowl, and lets out a breathy laugh when some of the flour spills out and falls on the floor.

“Lemme get that, clutz”, Kit laughs, and bends down to wipe the floor with a towel. But once he stands back up and goes to kiss your cheek, he notices the tears in your eyes and immediately squeezes you into a tight hug.

“Hey, hey”, he warmly coos, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it, I didn’t know it’d upset you”. Guilt fills your heart when you hear Kit blaming himself.

“It’s not that”, you sniffle into his chest, “I can’t seem to get anything right today”. You look up at the ceiling, refusing to cry over spilled flour. Kit looks down at you with a worried expression and cups your cheek. He kisses your nose and rubs your back, and all the subtle, sweet and loving gestures together make you cry. You quickly push your face against his chest and breathe in his scent, hoping to calm down. Kit doesn’t judge you, instead rests his head against yours and continues to rub your back. You take a deep breath of Kit’s aroma and can’t help but feel safer and protected. A combination of his muscly arms wrapped around you and his manly smell feels like home.

 Kyle

-At first, he’d solely try to cheer you up and hope it’s nothing major

-"Heyyyy, what’s with the tears, hm?”

- Rub your back and ask what’s wrong

-Wouldn’t take “fine”, or “it’s nothing” for an answer

-He’d squat down next to your bed and look at you as you told him

-He’d listen carefully and keep strong eye contact as you told him, to show he’s listening

-Would stroke your cheek as you told him and wipe any tears away

-Would suggest going to a party or going out bowling or doing something fun

- “I don’t want you in your bed rotting away in sadness, let’s go ice-skating”

-But if you wanted to, he would definitely have a movie night

- “Hey since we’re going to watch a whole loada movies anyway, how about Star Wars?... Hey hey no don’t cry”

Franken Kyle

-Would come and sit with you

-Touch your tears and then look at his finger

-He wouldn’t know what’s happening but he’d know it’s bad

-He’s point at your watery eye

-Look at you concerned

----

You sob quietly into your pillow and take deep breathes, trying to calm yourself down. It was the afternoon, and you knew it was soon time to make some dinner for Kyle, and make sure he eats it. You loved him with every inch of your soul, and you didn’t mind taking care of him, but sometimes it felt you were raising him. The pressure of shaping him to be a member of society sometimes got to you too much, but always let it slide. After so long of it rotting inside you, the built-up pressure and guilt overflowed and you couldn’t help but spend a minute crying. You sniffle quietly and soon see the door very slowly open, and Kyle’s blank expression peeking out. You smile at him and quickly sit up, and as he closes the door and walks towards you, you try to wipe all of your tears to not concern him. He looks at your face closely with furrowed and intrigued eyebrows and points at your tear-filled eye. You sniffle and put your hand on his shoulder.

“These are called ‘tears’, Ky”, you gently explain to him. He knew a few words, and though communication wasn’t the biggest issue, it took him a while to get comfortable using new words, and he got frustrated very easily when he got things wrong. Looking at him open his mouth and his dry lips tremble, your heart shattered, knowing that he has so much to say but struggles to express himself. A tear escapes your eye and rolls down your cheek, and you sigh softly. Kyle cups your cheek with his warm hand and looks at you.

“T-Tears…mm…bad”, he grunts, “No…tears”. He wipes your tear with his thumb and puts his arm around you. You melt against his soft skin and can’t help but smile, reassured that you’re doing your job right.

 Jimmy

-He’d focus on cheering you up rather than listening

-He’d keep making jokes to lighten the mood

-He’d just want to see you smile rather than fix the problem

-He would cuddle you though

-And he’d stroke your hair and back

-Might tell you about his day to distract you, or tell you a story

-Subtle compliments

-“You’re too pretty to be upset”

- “What does my princess have to be sad about?”

- “Who upset my little girl? Does somebody need a Jimmy Darling ass-kicking?”

----

The warmth of Jimmy’s hands rubbing your back comforts you, as you push your face against his chest and sniffle into it softly. He pulls the blanket from the end of the bed over both of you and puts his head on top of yours. He gently shushes against your head and you breathe deeply, trying to calm yourself.

“Hey, look at me doll”, he says softly, and looks down at you. You wipe your face against his shirt and look up at him, making him grimace and laugh.

“I know this shirt is white, but I think you’re confusing it with a tissue”.

You can’t help but laugh, looking at the massive wet stain on Jimmy’s chest. Jimmy smiles down at you, finally seeing your beautiful smile, and pulls you back into his chest. He places a tender kiss on the top of your head, knowing that this too, will pass.  

 James

- “Darling, has something upset you?”

-Would not take no for an answer, even if you really didn’t want to talk about it

- “Who’s responsible for your tears? I demand an answer…the person to upset my Queen must pay”

-If you weren’t upset at somebody and just had a bad day, he’d ask to cuddle

- “Physical contact always comforts you; shall we engage in affection?”

-He’d hesitantly stroke your hair as you cried into his chest

-If you explained why you were upset, he would have an intense conversation with you about it

-If you were insecure for example, he would sit you up and look into your eyes and tell you how incredible you are

-Not softly, though

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James’ eyes wander around the room, desperately searching for the right things to say to try and comfort you, as you gently sniffled against his chest. He holds his hands on your lower back while you straddle him, and he occasionally slides his finger across your cheek and wipes your tears against the bed. The silence of your sadness kills James, and he speaks up.

“I simply do not understand how you could look in the mirror, wearing that dress, and not fall in love”

You sigh softly and close your eyes, knowing you already explained it to him when he walked in on you trying it on, upset in the mirror at how you filled the dress.

“I look terrible, it’s such an important night, such a gorgeous dress, and I’m ruining everything”, you whimper. “I might as well not go at all… just go to Devil’s night tomorrow by yourself. I don’t want to ruin your birthday by you having to show up with me”.

The self-depreciating words about your appearance make James gasp and push you back to face him. He cups your face with both hands and looks you deep in your emerald/ ocean colored/ chocolate/ grey /hazelnut eyes.

“Nonsense darling!”, he says, looking at you with puppy eyes and pleading eyebrows. “I simply must be accompanied to Devil’s night by my beautiful bride”. You exhale softly and look at him, knowing how much this means to James.

“When I first laid my eyes on you, I felt immediate infatuation”, he says softly, hoping to make you melt. “If you had told me that the gorgeous woman blessing my hotel with her presence will one day become Mrs. March, I wouldn’t have believed you, and I would have sent Iris to buy a lottery ticket”.

Although the sweet words made you smile, you found it hard to believe that you landed such an incredible man, and that he was that in love with you.

“Thank you, Jimmy”, you reply, hoping to see James smile. But he doesn’t.

Instead, he frowns. “It breaks my heart to know that you don’t believe me”.

You lean into his hand and close your eyes for a second.

“I’m sorry, my self-esteem is all over the place. I have better and worse days”.

“As we all, darling. But somebody like you shouldn’t question their worth, even on the worst of days”. James places a passionate kiss on your trembling lips, and pulls you into his chest.

 Kai

-He would enjoy seeing you upset, mainly because every weakness is an opportunity for growth

-But also it’d turn him on

-He wouldn’t be soft on you, put his arm around you, or even squat next to you

-He’s sit by you and make you talk yourself out of being upset

-If you learned into to hug him, he’d refuse

-He’d insist that you can resolve this yourself

-He’d tell you that he’s proud of you once you did overcome it

-If you solved the problem or talked yourself out of it, but were still gloomy for the day, then he might be a little softer

-Not physically but he’d give you a few compliments to cheer you up

- “I knew you’d be able to solve this yourself”

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You sit on the sofa with your head in your hands, looking at the ground. Tears fill your eyes, and your heart feels like it’s shrinking. You blink hard and watch the tears fall to the ground, and sink into the carpet, leaving tiny wet patches. In the silent basement, with your tears splashing and quiet weeps being the only sound, you heard immediately as Kai walked down the stairs, but you didn’t dare to look up at him, knowing that he would never console you. Although you knew Kai very well, and knew that he didn’t really have a soft side, you couldn’t help but feel comforted by his presence, and when he sits down next to you on the couch, you look up at him and put your arms around him. But as usual, he leans away from the hug and holds your wrists. He lays them gently on your lap and looks at you, with slight concern in his eyes.

“What’s the matter?”, he whispers to you.

“I’m worried that you’ll leave me…for somebody better”, you reply, trying to keep your cries at bay, knowing Kai can’t stand sniffling and sobbing.

“Somebody better”, he echoed.

“Somebody w-with views like yours… somebody you could talk to better than you can with me”

“You’re scared I’ll leave you for somebody with views like mine”

“I mean… I know you’re not dating me for my views and they’re n-not that important but…maybe”, you explain yourself. Though Kai wasn’t saying anything new, repeating your sad words to you made you realize how they sounded.

“I know it’s unreasonable”, you continue, “But I’m insecure”. He hums listening to you and shakes his head slowly, watching you wipe your tears. Ever since dating Kai, you always felt like you needed validation from him for everything. Even the way you felt. So, despite him not asking, you go on mumbling about your insecurities.

“I know y-you love me but- ”, you hesitate. You look up at him with your sad pleasing eyes and he gives you a loving and reassuring smile. You look into his eyes and whisper, “no buts”. He smiles wider at you and puts his arm around you.

“I knew there was no reason for me to intervene”, he says softly and cups your cheek. “You talked yourself out of it, all by yourself”. He rubs your tears with his thumb and places a gentle kiss on your forehead. Perhaps Divine Ruler did have a soft side after all.

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◡̈⋆ʜᴇʟʟᴏ(●’◡’●)ﾉ can you do like a headcannon about what if the Mc/reader was their childhood friend who they had a puppy love crush on the Mc/reader but as they got older they fell much harder for them (btw I didn't pick which character to do bc I don't really know if you already did this or not sooo you can pick who ever you want) also it's ok if don't want to do this but anyway take care & take breaks whenever you need too! & have a good day/night! ❀(*´▽`*)❀

Aaallsoo sorry for it being too long (っ◞‸◟c); I just thought of some fluff (〃∀〃)ゞ

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A forbidden love his mother doesn’t like him socializing with people, he should be focusing on studying which is why it’s a forbidden love

You met Riddle when out with Trey and Che’nya playing near Riddle’s house

You two send secret letters to each other when you were younger

Excited to see you again after so long but doesn’t really show it

If you choose seats in class he usually chooses the seat next to you and says it was the only one open even though it wasn’t

Didn’t see you for a long time until night Raven college

He’s very lenient with you

Invite you to Tea

Walks in the garden to his favorite spot

He takes forever to confess his feelings for you even though it’s obvious and you can tell he still refuses to say that he loves you until later on

One day you were walking in the forest and stumbled across the meadow with a beautiful silver haired boy. This is where you meet silver for the first time

Upon your first meeting and talking for a bit yeah offers you a flower crown

You guys hang out during the afternoon during his lunch time before he has to continue training

Lilia noticed and follows him to see you two eating together and he thinks it’s so adorable too bad he’s a boomer and doesn’t know how to use the phone to take photos

He’s normally really chill though he has a huge puppy crush on you

Around you though he is super shy and doesn’t always but you do notice that he does stutter and mumble to himself a bit

Constantly send you little gifts. Making use of his little bird friends to send you crowns, little gifts made of leaves or flowers and the like

(Damn I guess I just chose the softest boys)

He’s rowdy Howdy cowboy (that’s a literally what I call him)

You and him are the only kids that are your age in the village that you grew up in. Most of the kids there are a couple years younger and the closest to being older than you is around five years older, needless to say you guys were close because you were close in age

People around the village noticed his little crush on you and would tease him about it all the time

He wasn’t shy about it though so the teasing eventually stopped because he actually asked you out on a date when you were like seven

Though at the time you guys didn’t really think of it as a date because usually the date would entail running around, eating sweets, playing in the fields etc.

Little do you know he still remembers all of the times you guys would hang out and always called them a date even if you might not of thought the same

Now that he’s gotten older you think he’d be a little bit shy or realizing exactly what he’s asking but he’s really not and the best part about it to him is that you don’t care about his dialect or the way that he acts because you grew up with him so he feels that much closer to you.

Needless to say he’s had a crush on you since day one and it only get stronger and stronger

Buys you gifts even though he doesn’t have any money

Protects you from bullies when you were younger

Always gave to you and didn’t really expect anything in return

He still buys you stuff to this day that you question where he got the money from

Don’t worry though he works odd jobs he didn’t steal it

If you ask him to stop stealing he’ll try his hardest not to but there’s no real guarantee

Do you think he’s a slave to Leona this man is a Simp, if you ask him to do something he will 100% put that before Leona‘s orders

He’s really sweet with you, and always put his best foot forward into improving himself in whatever way you want him to

When you guys first met it was on the beach

It was probably the second time he’s ever walked on land and you helped him out when you were kids because he couldn’t walk very well

you guys talked while he was there eventually he did have to go

Floyd eventually found out that when he was going to the surface on the beach he was talking to you each time

He decided to start teasing you about it

No not teasing his brother but you

Jade eventually became protective of you

He still overprotective of you

He made sure that Floyd didn’t pick on you too much though sometimes he lets it slide (cause it’s funny)

He gets a little shy around you it probably starts listing off in a mutter all of the plants he has in alphabetical order because why not

He’s not overly shy though, obviously still being able to function and talk to you

He is still waiting for the right moment to tell you how much he cares about you

[bonjour-rainycity]

Double Heart | Chapter Twenty ~ Haldir

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Pairing: Haldir x OFC

Rating: PG-13

Word count: 1650

Warnings: None

A/n Hi! Sorry, I know I’m a day late -- I have family in town so I’m soaking up all the time with them that I can. This one is short (and a lil fluffy/angsty), and this chapter and the next are kind of a rest before we hit the next act of this story! Sooo gear up! I’m excited!!! 

I shut the door behind Orophin and Lavandil.

Cosima flops onto her bed, staring at the ceiling. “That was awful.”

I make a noise of general agreement. I hadn’t expected my brothers to take the news happily, but I didn’t think Rumil would completely shut me out. I have no doubts that he will eventually come around, but his reaction is still distressing.

Cosima raises up on her forearms, looking at me in concern. “Are you okay?”

I nod, making my way towards her bed. “It may take some time, but I know my brothers. All will be well.”

She scoots from the middle to the far side of her bed and pats the space next to her. I accept the invitation, lying on my back at her side. Vaguely, I notice that her bed is much larger and comfier than mine. I turn to tease her about it, try and cheer us both up, but she’s fiddling with her fingers. I guess neither of us is feeling particularly lighthearted at the moment.

“What is it?”

She sighs, staring up at the ceiling rather than at me. I nudge her arm gently, trying to prompt an answer.

She bites her lip. “You’ve said that you can make your own choices, and I get that, but I’ve got to ask—are you sure? You don’t have to stay with me just because you said you wanted to. I know what you’re sacrificing, and you don’t have to—”

I cut her off, kissing her forcefully. She sucks in a breath and I use that to my advantage, drawing her deeper into the kiss. She recovers from her shock quickly though, and slides a hand up my chest in that way I adore and is slowly becoming familiar. I pull away but keep a firm hold on the side of her face. “Please push these thoughts from your mind. Whatever the future holds, I am in it with you. And a future without you? I don’t want it. It would be different, had I never met you, but the Valar blessed me. They brought an impossible woman into my life. And I have no intention of letting her go.”

The sadness in her eyes breaks, replaced with a look of tenderness that I work hard to memorize. I let the hand on the side of her face slide to rest on her hip.

She places a kiss on my jaw, taking her time to respond, aware that she has my complete attention. “If I had to wake up in a different world with no memories, I am immensely glad you were there. Being with you is worth all that I’ve left behind. Even if I did remember it, I would choose you.”

I exhale slowly, basking in her words. I’ve never been vulnerable with someone before — bearing my heart and hoping they don’t crush it — and every time I open my mouth to confess something to Cosima, there’s the fear that she will shut me down, that she won’t return my feelings. But her words just now, as well as her actions from the past few days, help allay my fears.

“It’s getting late,” she breathes, face mere inches from mine. “You could stay the night?”

My hand on her hip tenses. No, I remind myself. I should go back to my room. But the words that come out of my mouth are not what I told myself to say. “I would not be intruding?”

“No,” Cosima smiles, wrapping her arms around my neck. “I would very much like it if you stayed.”

We are both adults. If she wants me to stay and I want me to stay, then there’s no reason to leave. “Then stay, I shall,” I murmur, dropping my lips to press against hers.

She kisses me languidly for a while before her lips shift into a grin. I pull back with a raised eyebrow.

“You’re the one who has to get up and blow out the candles,” she declares, her tone full of mirth. “That’s really the only reason I asked you to stay.”

I snort, but push myself off the bed, headed for the first candle I see. “I knew it couldn’t be because you love me. That’s too easy.”

“And pull the curtains,” she adds, lifting the duvet so she can crawl underneath it. I watch her slide her eyes shut, smile still spread over her face as she tries not to laugh.

Cosima and I have slept in each other’s company before, and we will do so again for the three weeks of our journey to Lothlórien. But I can’t shake the feeling that this is completely different. It will be the two of us alone, in a bedroom, when we have acknowledged our feelings for each other.

But despite the nerves and the gravity of the situation, it feels completely natural to spend the night with Cosima. I long for her presence during the day, and the night is no different.

And with precious little time together, shouldn’t I seize on every moment?

I blow out the candle nearest to me. It darkens the shadows in the room. I extinguish the remaining candles, close the curtains, and then return to the bed. Cosima has thrown the covers back on what I suppose is my side, making it easy for me to climb in next to her. After the slightest moment of hesitation, I do so. I reach for her, wrap my arms around her and cross them over her stomach, then pull her against my chest. It reminds me of a variation on what I did our very first day of training, an action that caused me no small amount of distress. But now it seems there is no limit to the ways I can hold her, and I plan to explore them all.

Cosima chuckles, evidently pleased with this development. “You remembered the human way.”

“I am capable of adapting,” I respond, dropping my face into her neck.

Her laugh turns into a sigh when I begin a trail of kisses there. “I have a question.”

I hum, continuing my pattern. “Yes, my love?”

She pauses to beam at the phrase. When she speaks, the smile is still in her voice. “Rumil asked if we had bonded yet, and then when you said no, he said there’s still ‘time’. What did he mean by that?”

My lips freeze against her neck. I sigh, shifting to lie on my side and pressing on her shoulder so she’ll turn to face me. I figured we would need to have this conversation at some point, but I hadn’t counted on now. And it’s not the potential for awkwardness that makes me wish I could keep my mouth shut — no, we could get past that — it’s the fear that, once she knows there’s still technically a step we have to take in order for my soul to perish once hers leaves me, that she will end this.

But it is not right to withhold information from her so, with another deep breath, I explain. “He was talking about the bonding of the fæs — in the literal sense. But I love you, I am committed to you, and nothing can change that, so Rumil’s whole notion of ‘time’ doesn’t really apply here.”

Her eyes narrow as she zeroes in on exactly what I’m careening around. “Say there’s some wiggle room.”

“There’s not.”

“But if there were,” she presses, obviously not interested in letting this go.

I sigh. “Traditionally, elves have used sex as a way to facilitate the spiritual bonding of the fæs. That’s what constitutes an elven wedding — that’s what represents and solidifies the commitment. Since we have not had sex, Rumil thinks our fæs are not bonded, so there is time to break the commitment between us without it affecting me.”

She sits up, opening her mouth to comment.

I hurry to sit up as well and cut off her words before she can take this idea and run with it. “But our situation is different. The whole concept of the fæs bonding is not a blanket statement that covers every relationship — there is a lot of choice involved, we are not without agency. And I have chosen.”

She smiles somewhat sadly, letting her fingers drum over my knee. “I wish I was an easier choice.”

I catch her hand in mine. “I quite like where my choices have led me.”

She leans against me, pressing a gentle kiss to my lips. “I love you.” She shifts, lying down and tugging on my arm to pull me with her. “Let’s go to bed. It’s been a long day.”

I stretch out behind her, then twist the strands of her hair through my fingers. She’s silent, and I worry that, despite my efforts to reassure her, she’s still sad. I know she can’t help it, but I wish that we could leave all this struggle and moroseness behind. In my view, the future is set, my path is clear. Struggling over what that means will not halt the end, nor change it, so we shouldn’t waste time worrying over it. We should prepare how we can and then enjoy our lives together.

Cosima tucks her head into my neck and tangles one of her legs through mine. The action — so unexpected yet so natural — gives me hope that, soon, she and I can fall into a life together. Maybe Lothlórien is the key. Maybe once she can clearly see what our future looks like — a home, friendships, family, meals together at the end of a long day, exploring Lothlórien’s extensive forests and blue-green lakes, festivals, sunrises, all the wonderful things about my home, our home, she can allow herself to be happy.

And I will do everything I can to help her get there.

A/n Thanks for reading! Likes, comments, and reblogs are always so appreciated! Also, I think I made EVERYONE sad with that last chapter, I’m so sorry. But I LOVE that we all collectively love Rumil and want him to be happy forever, right? Soooo, c’mon, hit me with some happy Rumil headcannons <3

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[denotday]

My headcannon for Loki

Author's note: I dislike that plotline of Loki being in love with Sylvie. I'd greatly prefer for Loki to have a friendship blossom with Sylvie which then opens him up to a casual relationship with one or two people. In the end, I think that this relationship will lead to Loki becoming father material. This is intended to be a romance, not a loki x reader fic.

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Chapter one:

"Oh that explains it. You were having romantic feelings for Sylvie. Of couse an event like such would trigger a Nexus-level event. How on brand! You falling in love with yourself, such a narcissist!"

Mobius was rude to say that. Loki may be a narcissist, but to insinuate that he had romantic feelings for Sylvie is a grave mistake. I mean, from Loki's point of view, he can understand how that female acquaintance could develope such lust for a person with his visage, but for Loki to reciprocate those sexual, human tendencies? That'd be absurd! Who does Mobius think Loki is? THOR? Psh, He could assure you himself that he's NOTHING like that human-dwelling, beard-stubbled hero who lusts for those of the likes of that Jane person. There'd be no honor in slumming it with Sylvie in a romantic way, anyway.

"Sylvie, this is pretty new to me, but I have to tell you that I-----"

Have feelings for you? Want to bear your children (however that would work)? Desire to pursue a sexual fantasy with you involving you wearing hooves and authentic deer antlers? A weird fetish for Loki to have, yes, but the point still stands. Though Loki does have feelings for his Sylvie, none of those feelings are sexual. Anything but.

"......wonder if you'd consider me to a friend of yours." Right on the nose. How curious. A GOD to have feelings for one who is cruel and lacking in social skills? Never! But a friendship with a person who'd allow him to come out of his own shell and pursue a path of inner discovery? Yes. Dear reader, viewer, whoever the hell you are. As one who lives in the mind of THE God of Mischief (side note: MARVEL's God of Mischief), I can assure you that Loki doesn't care about anyone but himself.

"Mmmh HMM."

All right, Fine. What I meant to say was that Loki has high self esteem for himself and values all of his faculties. Adding sexual attraction to this mix would just complicate his inner mechanisms.

"They're right. This genderless voice in my head. I----actually don't know who you are. I should kill you for trespassing, shouldn't I?"

Hhhhhh. Moving on.....After Loki was pruned by the TVA, he later met up with Syvlie when she travelled to that realm by getting herself pruned.

But here is where stories diverge.

With Mobius travelling back to the TVA, Sylvie and Loki share a few friendly moments catching up with eachother. A promise was made by Sylvie to stick with Loki and allow him to accompany her on her mission to destroy the TVA; but at last minute, when faced with the doom of impending mortal death, there was a change of heart.

There were two sets of footsteps and two sets of feet scraping at dirt, until it all came to a halt. ".......Loki, errr, still weird. Wish you had a different name than me. I'm thinking....I value you as a friend, and if I'm correct, friends don't get their buddies killed. So....I don't want you to come with me"

Loki pauses.

A few thoughts cross his mind briefly, "how could a friend betray me" and "I should kill this conniving quim" come to mind but beneath these thoughts, beneath this outer shell, was a feeling of sadness. The thought "I'll always be lonely, never escaping the cycle of being pushed away."

In compassion along with understanding of Loki's quietness, Sylvie slowly shifts her body to look at Loki's profile. His face is clenched and the muscles of his jaw are made tight, tighter than they usually are. The happiness that was once smeared on his face---marked with a wide smile----was gone. Loki's happy eye wrinkles also had retreated back into the tautness of his soft face. Eyes that were so dark and piercing became focused.

Until those dark eyes started to cloud over with a wetness.

"Hey. I get it. I like you too."

Loki wouldn't turn to her.

"----But, I know where this ends for me and don't want the same ending for you."

His eyes shift to Sylvie's worried face.

" You've retreated within yourself for so long that you forgot how to love. For so long, you haven't had a friendship or a person to be vulnerable with."

A sniffle now.

"And I wanted you to know that there's more to the world for you. Lokis don't have to be 'failures' or secondary characters in the story of the 'true' hero. I want-----need----you to live for both of us. Find your destiny. Live a different life, face a more positive ending than your death at the hands of the titan. Find someone, anyone, to fall in love with. And more importantly, I want you to open yourself up. Allow yourself to feel worthy of friendship."

Syvlie reaches upward to lay her hands on Loki's shoulder. She turns him gently toward her.

"Because you are the best friend that I've never had in all of my years on asgard or anywhere. You are special Loki and you possess so much personality, so much magical potential....."

Loki waits.

".....Despite being a jerk who doesn't deserve it"

The left corner of Loki's mouth picks up in a smirk. A small chuckle rises from his chest.

"This is goodbye, Loki. It is my destiny to fight this monster, discovering the secrets of the TVA. THIS is my glorious purpose and I believe that you should receive another chance at finding yours."

Although awkward, Sylvie reaches around Loki's sides for a low hug. Loki is uncomfortable with this, but in an effort to make the moment nicer, he strokes Sylvie's hair for a few minutes, even when she starts tearing up and heaving tear-ridden gasps into his chest.

"....This is a setback, I feel, Sylvie. But I understand your decision. You were the only real friend that I've had in a while." And with that, Loki steps away from her and starts to walk away in the opposite direction.

"Wait"

Loki stops.

"I still want to do one last thing for you, before I go. Here's this temppad. I want to give you a choice. You may go back to your own timeline and reset things, if you feel like these new feelings...new emotions....are too much for you. Resetting the timeline will wipe your memory of me....of our time together. Alternatively, you can choose to go back and make a different destiny for yourself. One that involves you pursuing the path of purpose and determination. Maybe you'll be your own hero for the first time. I have faith that you'll make the right decision."

Taking the temppad, Loki rushes toward Sylvie with a hug and a quick "thank you my friend."

Syvlie runs toward the belly of the beast in true Loki fashion and as she looks back, she gives Loki a salute while mouthing "glorious purpose".

Alone and in the literal dark, Loki looks down at the hands which grasp the temppad. He thinks about his impending decision; "Do I choose a destiny where I give in to mischief....ultimately leading to my demise, or shall I choose to be the person that Sylvie wanted me to be, the kind person who has a positive destiny...a good ending for once. A destiny where I don't have to be the villain anymore???"

After making his decision, Loki releases a big sigh and steps into the orange door of the temppad back into his timeline.

He's back. The tessaract slides on the floor, landing at Loki's feet. Here, he makes the choice.....the choice that settles what his "glorious purpose" will be. Amidst all of the hysteria that the hulk had created, hysteria of Avenger's Stark having a heart attack, Loki conjures a copy of the tesseract's briefcase and using his palms and fingers, reaches down to put the tessaract within the case, using magic to place it back near Avenger's Tony Stark.

Emotions take a halt as the hulk is calmed back into Bruce Banner and the Hydra agents allow Stark to recover from the brief heart attack.

Thor approaches his brother, amazed that Loki's just standing to the side, simply watching everything happening.

"What, did you think that I'd make some daring escape, brother? I thought you knew me better than that!"

There's a shine in Thor's eyes that turns into skepticism quickly; why did my brother not escape? What's his motive?

"Let's go back to Asgard, Loki"

And Loki's destiny changes for the better. 

[loveafterthefact]

Love After the Fact Chapter 26: Loyalty

Lance makes an offer to a not-so-distant friend

Also, headcannon that Lotor has orange scales like his mom :)

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Lance sits on the ground in the grotto, pulls a comms device out of his boot. All he has to do now is wait. So that’s exactly what he does, tossing the comms device back and forth between his hands. He’d managed to lighten his mood for a dobosh or two, long enough to put Keith at ease for a bit, but now he can feel himself starting to shake.

He stops playing with the comms device once his hands start shaking so bad he nearly fumbles it into the pool. The little fish don't know to dart away, unfamiliar with predators from above.

“Lance, what’s going on?” Keith whispers, voice low. He sits off to the side, knees tucked up, tail curled around his feet, twisting the end of his braid between his fingers. Galra, Lance thinks. They’re so instinctive, so insightful. He couldn’t pull anything over on Keith if he wanted to. To the kit’s credit, he looks more ready to draw a weapon than to cower in a corner.

It’s amazing what agency does for a person’s spirit. Since being allowed to do things and be useful, Keith's become fiercer, less aloof, more prone to humor.

“Those rumors Lanval talked about? I’m worried they might not be rumors. I’ve asked Shiro via Adam’s comms device to set up a conference between me and Lotor to discuss strategies.”

“Strategies,” Keith grumbles. “Lance, you’re just a prince. You only have what power Alfor bothers to give you. And then I only have what power you bother to give me.”

“That’s appointed power, beloved. Lotor and I have much more than that. We’re attractive and charming, and so are our spouses.” Lance smiles. “The people don’t know what we are and are not allowed to do. But they want to follow us and be like us. We choose how we want them to behave, and then that is how we must behave ourselves.”

Keith stares into Lance’s eyes. Lance lets him, lets him seek out whatever he’s looking for. After a moment, Keith sits back. “I’ve never had power or influence. I don’t really know what they are or how to use them. I can only trust you.” He reaches out, brushes some of Lance’s hair out of his face, smirks. “So don’t fuck it up, okay?”

“But you-” The comms device buzzes in Lance’s hand. He answers, letting it hover in front of him. “Prince Lotor.”

“Crown Prince Lancel.” Lotor smiles, the orange scales glittering on his cheeks. They shine with green iridescence when the light hits them and they have a different shape, more like bolts of electricity than the spread wings of the Alteans. “It’s good to hear from you. Though,” Lotor frowns, “I can’t imagine this is a social call, given the secrecy.”

“Not, it is not… Shiro. Are you listening?”

“I’m here,” Shiro murmurs, stepping into view. Keith notices from the corner of his eye as Adam slips into the grotto. Keith stays out of view of the call, leans up against the wall, arms folded. He can practically see Lance shaking, hands twisting in his lap.

“Right. Where to begin…”

“Take your time,” Lotor says, tucking a lock of silver hair behind his ear. “I will listen.”

Keith suddenly remembers that Lotor is several decaphoebs older than they are, has been given more power and responsibility. Lotor actually knows what he's doing. Lance is just doing the best he can.

“Right.” Lance takes a deep breath. May the Ancients forgive what he’s about to do. “I recently received word that there are rumors running through my court that Altea still prepares for war with Daibazaal. Looking into it, one of my associates discovered a hidden war room we believe is connected to my father’s laboratory.” Lance closes his mouth, waits to see if Lotor has anything to say.

Lotor’s frown deepens, brows furrow, but he merely gestures for Lance to continue. Lance sits up a little straighter, hands in his lap. His fingers clench so tight his knuckles are white even against his brown skin. Keith can see him tremble, hear every rattle of his lungs as he takes a deep breath.

“I do not know if King Alfor intends to invade or if he is simply concocting contingency plans in case you choose to betray us, but… In the event that my father does launch an attack on Daibazaal and her people, I humbly request asylum for myself, my husband, and our associates. My people will not survive another war with Daibazaal. They are tired, and our numbers have begun to dwindle. Children are fewer and we have lost many soldiers. I do not wish to put them through another war.

“I am quickly gaining the respect and love of my citizens. If I side with you, they may yet turn against my father if such a thing occurs. Siding with Daibazaal is my people’s greatest chance. And… It is my husband’s only chance. If King Alfor chooses to turn on Daibazaal, he will surely kill him. I would not have him die.

“Please, Prince Lotor. I beg of you, help me save my people.”

There's a long stretch of silence where no one speaks, where the entire grotto holds its breath. Keith gapes, eyes wide, mind reeling at the image of his spouse. He hasn’t seen this version of Lance yet, this version with the one thing his father lacks entirely: humility.

Lance kneels with his head bowed before a foreign prince, before the man he only a little while ago called his enemy. The circlet on his head, shining in his white hair suddenly means so much more than Keith ever gave it credit for. It’s a heavier thing than ever he knew.

“It’s a little early to commit treason, given your evidence.” Lotor hums. “But not necessarily inappropriate given our circumstances. I find it interesting that you have heard the exact same rumors I have, seemingly within a movement of my hearing them.”

Lance lifts his head. Keith can see his throat bob as he swallows. “You have heard the same?”

“Yes, though it is not clear who is the assumed aggressor… I silenced the rumors as soon as I heard them. The only Altean to travel to Daibazaal since your wedding has been your attendant, Adam. Do you trust him?” In a manner of speaking, Keith thinks.

“Completely. I sent him to investigate the rumor and do some research for me.”

“So he traveled here after you caught wind of the rumor. Very interesting… What of outside our little system?”

“You’re implying we may share an outside enemy?”

“It’s more than possible.” Lotor sighs, leaning back in his chair. “Let us look into outsiders before we look into each other, shall we? We’ll give our fathers the benefit of the doubt for now. But should King Alfor turn against us, you and yours will be welcomed. I would not have your people condemned based upon the wayward whims of their king.

“In the meantime, let’s you and I come up with ways in which we might better present a united front. Perhaps I could come visit. I’ll bring Allura, and Romelle is well enough to travel. We can… I don’t know, wander together about the city or something.”

“There is the Frost Ball. It’s as tedious and lame as it sounds, so you might as well come and shake things up. I shall tell my father that I invited you. I’m deeply sorry that I forgot to run it by him first.”

Lotor smiles. “That sounds perfect. Hopefully we can find an excuse to bring you to Daibazaal soon enough.”

“I think Prince Yorak would like that.” Lance finally smiles, eyes sliding to Keith. He’s still shaking, having essentially promised to commit conditional treason, but Keith sees that weight on his head lighten just enough for the crown prince to straighten his shoulders again. "Truth be told, I would like that as well."

“Excellent. In the meantime, let us look into our outside relations and see what we can find. I will confer with you as soon as possible.”

Lance bows his head again. “You have my deepest thanks, Prince Lotor. From myself, and my people, though they do not know it.”

This time, when Prince Lotor smiles, it’s sad. “And you, Crown Prince Lancel, have my deepest respect. Let us pray that your people never need know what transpired today. Farewell.”

“Farewell,” Lance whispers, head still bowed. Lotor ends the conference, and the comms unit goes dormant. Lance heaves an exhausted sigh.

Keith stares. Lance would give up his seat, give up any chance at a relationship with his father, give anything, everything to see his people safe. Keith knew this already, of course. He’s known it from the quintant they met.

But to betray the Crown is to surrender his crown, and Lance stares that possibility in the face, trembles, but does not flinch. Keith moves from his place against the wall, begins working feeling back into Lance’s cramped hands.

Keith has spent his entire life resenting royalty. They’re the ones who took his mother away, the ones who caused the death of his father. Thanks to them, Keith spent eleven long decaphoebs of his childhood alone and isolated from civilization. Still, it’s here, in the presence of a fearful, inexperienced youth destined to one day be a king, that Keith feels at home for the first time since he was six decaphoebs old.

So, he makes a move in its own way as bold as Lance’s. Keith lays a gentle hand against Lance’s cheek, coaxes the Altean to meet his eyes. Despite the fear there, those eyes do not waver. Lance does. not. flinch. And neither does Keith as he gently presses their brows together, brushes his thumb over those blue scales. They’re iridescent like Lotor’s, Keith suddenly notices, shimmering red where the light hits them. A heart full of love for his people and fire for their survival.

Lance’s breath comes ragged and fast. Keith closes his eyes, takes deep, cleansing breaths, waits for his spouse to match up with him. There’s a sniffle, something wet where Keith brushes his thumb over Lance’s scales again. He takes Lance’s hand -It’s larger than his own, he finally realizes- and holds it against his chest, over the greater of his hearts.

Lance shifts forward, rests his brow against Keith’s collarbone, and Keith embraces him without a second thought. It matters not what happens next, what the higher royals choose to do with the toys they call people. Keith will not be coming back from this.

He will not be coming back from Lance.

[janumun]

Can we have some every day / fluff Headcannons for nobunaga, Motonari and Kennyo with their s/o’s? Thank you!!

Of course you can, Anon.

Also, apologies but these are only for Nobunaga and Kennyo since I haven’t done Sasuke’s route yet, nor have I read the new prologue. I haven’t opened the app since Mitsunari was last released SCREAM

I’ve watched the anime version so I have a general idea of who Motonari is but not enough to actually write something for him. I hope these make you happy though! 🙇‍♀️

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Oda Nobunaga

Lap pillows

Nobunaga has never been a sound sleeper but when your lap is what he finds as his pillow for the night/day/in between war councils - well, good luck trying to get him to wake up.

You’d be working errands as chatelaine, minding your own business, carrying that huge stack of envelopes that needs to be delivered pronto. You’re so lost in thought ticking tasks off of your mental check list, you don’t notice one of the doors surreptitiously slide open, supposedly leading to an empty room. A hand is reaching out to grab onto and pull you inside, kicking and screaming, until he’s forced to silence that noisy mouth with his own.

Heavens, woman, all he asks for is a short nap with you close.

All protests of work set aside and ignored, Nobunaga is pulling you down to the floor with him, silently plopping his head onto your lap and before you know it, his breaths have evened out, the smile of the devil wiped and gone completely.

All you can do in these instances is give in to his whims, just this once, you promise yourself, as you move to sift your fingers through raven locks, warning him quietly that you’re going to shove him off before the hour is up.

You don’t. You let him sleep until you can’t feel your lower body anymore or until you hear the calls of a very displeased – with you both! You, for shirking your duties. – Hideyoshi, moments before the door rattles on its frame to let in sneering, smirking and angelically smiling warlords.

Horse Riding

Nobunaga loves galloping across vast empty swathes of lands with you in his arms, on top of his fastest steed. He loves the feeling of the wind in his hair, the exhilaration that comes along with letting his horse tear across hills, the sounds of your delighted laughter and yelps in his ears.

And when he slows the horse to a trot through one of Azuchi’s neighboring towns, the two of you appraising wares and presents, you insist on bringing back for the others, relaxing back into his chest, your warmth against his heart, that is what Nobunaga knows true peace as.

You within his embrace always, your hair tickling at the base of his chin as he casually settles against your head, showing you the sights and wonders of his lands, his people, the Queen of which he hopes you shall someday be.

Foot baths!

Or dare I call it exactly what it is: toe bath

Every weekend, no matter how busy he is, Nobunaga makes sure to set aside time to come down to the castle’s very own open air baths, along with you.

Everyone else is forbidden from entering during your private time together. Sitting you down onto a wooden stool, clothed in just a tiny strip of towel (your own from your time in the future), he’s moving to place his preferred instruments of washing, a foot basin, warm water, oils he has heard are good for a woman’s skin (man needed to be coached several times by Hideyoshi and the others, “Lord Nobunaga, please do not use scalding water to rub at her skin so vigorously!” call multiple War Councils, until the other warlords were sick and tired nobody dared say it out loud except Ieyasu though of his incessant nature to please you) before seating himself down at your feet.

Confident smile at the ready, he’s moving to take one foot into his hands. His hold, just a tad bit tight, he dips it into warm water, lightly skimming it across the skin, gently pressing into the soles, massaging the sides, until you feel a week’s worth of aches and chaffs disappear like the steam rising from the baths behind, until you’re so relaxed, you’re letting out coos and moans of satisfaction.

Why, Nobunaga, you’d make a fine masseur..

When you explain to him what a masseur is–

“Nonsense. The only one I wish to touch in this manner is you,” he says so with such a serious look on his face, hands busy at his task, you feel your heart swell and stutter over its own beats.

Outright rejects your requests to reciprocate the free service, ducking out of your way, smooth as a cat. 

If you do manage to get hold of him, he’s not giving up without a struggle, even with your promises to be gentle – It won’t tickle! – grappling like middle-schoolers before your foot slips and down the two of you go into the bath, tangle of limbs, coughing and laughing – well, you’re the one who’s laughing – while he’s moodily frowning at you, running a hand through his damp locks.

“Foolish woman, you’ve made the both of us wet now.”

You can’t help but laugh louder.

 Kennyo

Mending. Sewing. Soothing

That new kimono you tore a hole into while scrounging the nearby forest for edible herbs and fruits? Kennyo’s got you - and that tear - covered. Late at night, when you’re safely tucked into bed and asleep, he’s pulling out his private sewing kit and getting to working on that tear through your clothes, his fingers caressing the minuscule dotting of blood at its edges from where you lightly skinned your knee. He’ll have to get you to show him that wound in the morning, lest it scars.

Kennyo doesn’t realize how late the hour has turned, having gotten lost in repairing some of his old kimono, in addition to working on a new haori for you. He has noticed how old and frayed your own has become and at a time when winter is so close at hand. You need to take better care of yourself, he thinks, mildly disputed fondly

When you wake up the next morning, well slept and well rested, to find your kimono, as good as new, placed with care just next to your door, you’re surprised and grateful. When you seek Kennyo to thank him, telling him he didn’t have to and you could have done the repairs yourself, he waves you off with a causal flip of the hand, murmuring some sort of lie about having sent one of his men into town to get your kimono repaired.

Kennyo, you sweet, sweet fibber.

Nightmares

No matter how much the man insists on having hardened his heart to stone, no matter how he might try and convince you to the existence of demons inside his soul, “You must not sully your hands with one who has abandoned his own God, you, who the light still favors.” you know the truth.

 Kennyo is human, just as much as you are, perhaps even more. He feels and cares, far more than any man you have ever known, have ever had the pleasure of loving, in your life.

If it were not so, you wouldn’t know him as one, who often moans and writhes in sleep so deep, it seems to want to consume him, take him away from you. The profuse sweat that dots brows that twitch and beg for the mercy of not his soul, but those of his fallen brethren.

The way demons of the past taunt him still, hold them in their sway.

The faces of all he has killed wrongfully, their agony, their plights, their cries. Truly he believes himself a man destined for Hell. One he is determined to breach alone. Always alone.

But he forgets: he has you. Next to him. Guiding him. You wipe the sweat off his face during such difficult times, laying gentle kisses against his brow as you sing a long remembered lullaby, soothing and soft, to him.

To some, it may strike as a childish gesture, to sing to a monk who has deviated off the righteous path. But the way Kennyo’s features soften back into sleep, perhaps a tad bit more peaceful, his fingers flexing against yours in rest, to hold on tight. You curl down next to him, tapping your hand against his chest in slow, rhythmic motions, right where his heart lies, soothing and willing it to heal, for as long as it takes for your eyelids to grow heavy, joining him in slumber.

Cat

“It does not have a name, young lady. I have no need of naming strays.”

And so he calls it “Cat”, if not “it”. And you’re happy to play along for as long as he wants to, for as long as it takes for him to admit: his gentleness is what allows him to take care of a helpless animal in need, his soft heart.

It is what enables him to talk to Cat, you heard the murmurs of a name when he thought you weren't looking Yoshio. Joyful Life, a prayer as much as protection for the little thing to survive even when he is no longer around to take care of it.

And when you seat yourself next to him, his quiet petting of Yoshio’s fur turning reluctant, you reach out a hand to assist, placing yours over his, as you move your fingers across the cat’s soft head.

You’re both silent, but it hardly matters. It is comfort and you are home, leaning into his side to watch your little charge. You catch the tiny slip of a smile across his face but choose to ignore it, letting the memory of that sweetness pull at your heart a little while longer.