#I’ll love this man with my whole heart he owns he has me wrapped so tightly around. him it ain’t funny

[linpunny]

Okay, I'll bite: What's your favorite headcannon about Taiju and what makes him special to you? I see you talk about him a lot and I'm curious

I’ll do sfw 🤭 cause soft Taiju makes my brain melt just as much as nasty primal dom daddy Taiju.

My favorite headcannon about Taiju is absolutely how he will subtly be playful with you. And you only. It’s not a side many others get to see. Most see him as a strict man, one that is and can be cruel with those apex predator like eyes. Not many dare to even joke or kid with Taiju because he alone is so intimidating. When he walks into a room he demands your attention and expects respect from everyone in the vicinity. But with you me he’ll let you get away with small bouts of bratting, calling him silly nicknames because he knows its affectionate, he’ll play into your banter if you try and fluster him but will turn it around and fluster you back even worse. It warms his heart to give into you and see that familiar twinkle in your eyes when he matches your energy, plus he’s down just as bad as you are. He just shows it by letting his guard down, giving you a side of himself no one else ever will know or see.

What makes him special to me lololololo let me not write a paragraph about my husband 😅 butttt it has to be that despite what he did and his past is not the best in the anime but his actions came from a place of love, love for his family and while he executed that love in the wrong ways he realized what he did wrong and tried to rectify his wrong doings once he was humbled and made to see how his flaws. And just like I would never judge him for his past or those rough edges he does the same for me. Looks past all the things that no one else is able to love and loves me just as selfishly as I love him. All the good and bad parts.

God I’m sick for him, Glitch.

[ponderingmoonlight]

How JJK men react when (y/n) gets injured

Pairing: Nanami x reader; Megumi x reader; Toji x reader; Geto x reader

Word Count: 2,4k

Warnings: injury (lol), listen I know Geto's one isn't that realistic, I just needed something with a lot of fluff, don't come at me okay, also might be shitty because my sick head isn't funcional at the moment so have mercy How Gojo reacts when (y/n) gets injured can be found here Aaaaand Choso with a injured (y/n) who has blood phobia here

Nanami Kento

You weren’t fast enough. The second the bullet enters your skin, you know you fucked up.

“(y/n)!”, Nanami’s distant voice calls out your name.

You clench your teeth, blood pumping in your ears while a stabbing pain spreads in your guts. This is bad. Very very bad. This is a mission you have to complete together, Nanami and Yuji both rely on you. Fuck, you’re a jujutsu sorcerer, even a grade 1. And then you get hit by a bullet this easily?

How pathetic.

It seems like the weight of your own body forces you to your knees, warmth spreading from your stomach over your lower body. Slowly but surely, the stabbing pain in your guts gets less noticeable, you have to fight desperately to keep your eyes from shutting.

Nanami…It’s not fair that you let him hang like this, hit by a random bullet on that random Wednesday. After all, you still had so much to tell him, experiences to share. What about the plans you’ve made earlier about finally asking him out? The words slip off your tongue with every passing second. No matter how hard every fiber of your being fights against the darkness, it proceeds to consume you.

“Goddamnit (y/n)”, Nanami hisses through gritted teeth when he finally reaches you.

“Yuji, take care of that man with the gun!”

“Hey, you can’t die on me today. Keep your eyes open for me, yeah? Don’t close them. Are you able to stand up?”

So much blood. The whole floor underneath you is covered in crimson, making it hard to breathe for Nanami. This shouldn’t have happened, he is fucking responsible for this, he should have kept his eyes open, he-

“I’m so sorry about leaving you hanging, Nanami”, you breathe out.

His heart sinks, hand frantically pressing against your gaping wound while his shaky fingers try to dial Shoko’s number on his phone.

“You won’t leave me today. I’m taking care of you. You’re safe with me.”

A weak smile forms itself on your tired lips as he speaks to Shoko on the phone in hushed tones. While everyone around him thinks he’s harsh and cold-hearted, you know that Nanami is in fact a tender man that puts the safety of others over himself without blinking. You always admired him for how he carries himself with so much class, looking cool while doing the most banal tasks.

“How is your pain level? Do you need anything? Shoko will be here in a minute, I promise”, he speaks to you in a calm but shaky voice.

“I don’t feel any pain. I just feel really really tired.”

Your eyes threaten to flutter shut again when Nanami’s thumb begins to caress your cheek gently.

“Everything will be alright, I promise (y/n)”, he softly murmurs.

You can tell by the way he looks down at you that he means what he says, the way his calm orbs glister making you tear up.

“I really wanted…to ask you out…tonight…”

Every word rolls off your tongue like a heavy stone while your mind seems to let you down.

“I would love that. Just stay with me, okay? Then I’ll invite you to dinner, I’ll even cook your favorite meal for you.”

“That sounds…wonderful…”

“But to do that, you’ll need to hold on for me a little longer, sweetheart. Focus on my voice, breathe with me”, he instructs you.

“Can you…hold me for a while?”

“Of course”, he replies without thinking, firm arms wrapping themselves around your shivering body instantly.

Megumi Fushiguro

Even though you feel like fainting, you don’t stop running behind him. Damn, that curse did really hit you where it hurts, your stabbed thigh feeling like it’s going to give up on you with every step you take.

“Did that curse hurt you?”, he shouts in your direction.

You should really tell him, you know you need help as soon as possible. But something inside you is too proud to open up. After all, the boy in front of you is none other Megumi Fushiguro. You can’t show him weakness, not in a million lifetimes.

“No”, you lie.

Just in time, you make it out of the building that collapses into itself behind you, a wave of rubble and ashes blowing over your head while you lay down, trying desperately not to groan. You press your hand against your thigh to somehow stop the pain, only to get greeted by the sickening sight of blood all over your hands. You swallow heavy, blood running between your fingertips.

“(y/n)? (y/n), where are you, oh, there you-“

Megumi stops in his tracks, eyes widen in horror when is gaze meets the flood of crimson that now covers the floor underneath you.

“You idiot, why did you lie to me?”, he hisses, instantly rushing to your side.

Oh god, there’s a gaping hole in your thigh – a gaping hole that runs like a waterfall. While you’re not that critically injured, the attack might have hit a crucial vein or artery. And that means you could in fact bleed out within the next few minutes if he doesn’t act right now.

Your toe-curling cry echoes through the barracks when Megumi presses his hand against your thigh with full force, making you see stars while a big lump forms in your throat.

“Serves you right. You should have told me that you’re hurt, you know that right? How many fingers?”

He holds up his other hand so close to your face that you can see nothing but his fingertips, a silent laughter escaping your blue colored lips.

“I’m serious (y/n)! Stop laughing and answer the question”, he grumbles.

“5”, you reply weakly.

 “It’s two”, he murmurs, eyes scanning over your so worn-out looking face.

“You look rather pale.”

“Oh, I’m not feeling that great to be honest”, you mutter, ice cold sweat clamming to your skin.

He lets out his breath, gaze fixated on you. It seems like his anger fades away the more he looks at you, shivering uncontrollably while your eyes flutter open and shut all the time. Urgh, even though you’re suborn as hell, you absolutely don’t deserve to feel like this.

“Come on, stop acting up. You’ve had worse.”

You don’t reply. Instead, your hand grabs his arm, holding onto him for what feels like dear life as a single tear runs down your face. You hate to admit it, but you’re scared as hell. If feels like life is slipping through your fingers, seconds play before your eyes like a movie. This is the first time you’ve ever got injured like that. And even if Megumi tries to play it cool, you can tell by the way he scrunches his forehead that it’s looking anything but great.

“I just didn’t want you to think I’m weak”, you admit quietly.

His heart skips a beat, his features soften in an instant.

“Are you kidding? I’d never think you’re weak, (y/n). To be honest I’m surprised you haven’t fainted yet”, he remarks dryly.

To be honest he is surprised that he himself hasn’t fainted, considering all the flood that spills through his fingertips. But he has to be strong, he has to get through this with you.

“Pinky promise?”, you croak, holding up your shaky hand with all the strength that’s left in your body.

“Pinky promise”, Megumi whispers, intertwining his finger with your little one.

Toji Fushiguro

“Oooops my bad, that one should have normally killed you”, the man in front of you mumbles, a cheeky grin plastered on his face.

You shake in pure horror, pain rushing through your shoulder as you hold onto the gaping wound his bullet left in your sensitive skin.

“Please don’t kill me”, you weep, crawling backwards until your back hits the ice cold wall.

Spilling tears take your sight completely, you can’t help but burst into weeping without any mercy. Toji stares down at you, cold eyes surprised by your sight.

“I think I’ve never seen someone bawling this much. Did it really hurt that bad, huh?”

You stare at him through wet lashes, whole body on fire when his frame comes closer and closer. No, you need to run as fast as you can, away from this wicked place, out of his sight.

But instead, you sit still, glazed eyes fixated on his stunning features.

Roughly, he grabs your face, making you weep all over again.

“You’re actually quite cute…Maybe too cute to die…”

“Oh, come on sweet thing, stop crying for me will you?”

His thumb traces over your puffy cheeks, wipes away the trail of tears his bullet and the promise of death that’s threatening in his eyes left on your porcelain skin.

You can’t catch your breath, gasping for air like a fish on land with your hand still pressed against your aching shoulder.

“Sorry ‘bout that”, he mumbles, other hand reaching for your shoulder.

“Please don’t hurt me”, you cry out, flinching under his surprisingly gentle touch.

“I’m a man of honor, I’d never hurt you”, he replies with casual voice.

“Ahh, nothing too bad. A few kisses and you’re fine.”

You blink against the swell of tears, urgently trying to calm yourself down. Aching, fear and insecurity simply take your breath away. But the man in front of you…Despite looking so dangerous, it’s almost as if his face softened, as if he really means what he said.

“Now stop cryin’, ‘kay? I’m sorry ‘bout that shoulder of yours, thought you’re here to kill me or something.”

“I would never kill anyone”, you reply with shaky voice.

Why would you come here to kill him? All of this makes no sense to you. You just walked home from work, ready to take a bath and watch Netflix when all of the sudden, all this men came out of nowhere, dragging you along with him until the man in front of you killed them and shoot you.

“Oh, I’m sure you wouldn’t princess. Just a misunderstanding.”

“It hurts”, you press out, a shocking wave of pain throbbing through your arm when you try to shift your weight.

“Wouldn’t do that if I was you. Let’s make a deal: I’ll get someone to stitch you up and you’ll spend the night with me, huh?”

Your doe eyes stare up at him in nothing but innocence. Oh, you truly know nothing about the cruel world around you, probably not even able to see curses. What a cute little thing you are, too good for the world around you and especially Toji himself. But he just can’t resist.

“And you’re really not going to kill me?”, you whine into his hand.

Gently, he wraps his fingertips around your chin.

“Of course not, princess. You’re way too precious to die”, he purrs.

Geto Suguru

You know that it’s stupid, that Geto is more than capable to look after himself. But the second a curse rushes his direction, you sprint forwards, shielding his body with your own.

Resulting in not only the teeth of the curse scratching your skin, but one of Geto’s curses hitting your head with full force.

You fall to the hard ground immediately, soul leaving your body behind. Instead of pain, you just feel numb, staring into the sound while the only thing that reminds you that you’re still alive is the growing ringing in your ears.

Geto’s heart drops the second you fall to the ground in front of him, naked fear crawling up his spine. No, no, no. This can’t be true. He didn’t just hit you full force, right? Instinctively, he falls to his knees besides you, grabbing your shoulders.

“Please tell be you’re alright, (y/n)”, he repeats over and over, hands holding onto you for dear life.

He knows you are tuff, that you can take a lot. But this…

Please don’t let it be too much.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hit you”, he mumbles, fingertips now gently stroking over your hair.

All you can do is stare into his brown eyes above you, body refusing its service completely. God, how absolutely stunning this man looks. Yes, it should be forbidden to look this good. Maybe you should ask him out when your mouth is working again, a nice date in a park or something. His facial features look so delicious that you want to let your hands glide along his jawline, just the way the other hand is doing right now.

“I would love to lick that”, you mutter so suffocated that Geto almost misses it.

Almost. Along with your fingertips that move up and down his jaw, his face reddens in an instant. What has gotten into you? Since when are you this flirty, this straightforward? You must’ve hit your head pretty badly.

“(y/n), I think you should see a doctor”, he suggests while awkwardly scratching the back of his head.

“I think I should see more of you, handsome”, you babble out.

“You hit your head pretty badly.”

“And your head is pretty.”

He signs. Although your sugary words make his heart hammer against his ribcage, he has to remind himself that you’re probably having a concussion - at least. At the moment, he can’t take your words seriously, no matter how hard he wants them to be true.

“Okay, I’ll call Shoko now. Do you feel alright? Does your head hurt? Does something else hurt? Please talk to me, (y/n).”

You smile at him widely, too mesmerized by the way that one strand of hair falls so effortlessly on his striking face.

“What a shame I never told you how beautiful you are”, you blurt out, fingertips grabbing nothing but air in an attempt to get a hold of his hair.

He can’t hold a small grin back. God, how are you doing that? Looking so fine with your arm ripped open by a curse and your eyes roaming around without an aim?

“Look, I’m not the brightest tool in the…toolbox.”

Geto raises an eyebrow in amusement at your creative phrase.

“But I…I mean it…Suguru…”, you mutter out his name.

“Let’s talk about this again when your head wasn’t hit by a curse shaped like a huge dragon, okay?”, he softly whispers, hand still stroking through your messy hair.

“Yeah…S-sure…” _____________________________________________________________ Now that you've made it this far

[steddieas-shegoes]

Headcanon: Steve helps Eddie clean/bandage his wounds, because he has similar ones to look after. And Eddie is adamant to return the favor, but Steve is dismissive because he can clean his bite wounds. But it is not about the bite wounds. It's about that enormous road rash everyone seems to have forgotten. (Please, for the love of all dnd gods, someone tend to this probably infected road rash.)

There’s no way that Steve is “fine.”

Eddie is probably closer to fine than Steve is.

He says as much to Robin, who shrugs it off and says that’s just how Steve is.

But Steve has changed his bandages for a week straight. Every single day, right after his shower and before bed, Steve is there checking the stitches and wrapping new bandages around his middle, and his leg, and his left arm.

“You know, I could probably help with yours if you want,” Eddie tries.

“Oh, it’s fine. They’re healing.”

And, yeah. Maybe so.

But that wasn’t what Eddie was talking about.

“I meant your back.”

Steve’s hands froze where they were busy wrapping Eddie’s arm.

“What about my back?”

“Steve. C’mon, man.”

Steve continued his work, ignoring, or attempting to ignore, Eddie.

“You were dragged across the ground for half a football field. Shirtless. Your back must look like a flank steak.”

“It’s not that bad. It’s healing.”

“Then you won’t mind if I just check them.”

Steve sat back in the chair he was in, sighing.

“Fine.”

Steve removed his shirt and turned around, folding his arms and resting them on the back of the chair.

It was bad. Not infected from what Eddie could see, but definitely not healing like Steve had said.

“You haven’t bandaged them. You’ve just had a shirt rubbing against your back this whole time.”

He wasn’t asking. He knew.

“Alright. Hop in the shower. I’ll have everything ready when you’re done.”

Steve turned to him, face red.

“What?”

“You heard me. These need to be cleaned out and bandaged properly. No arguments.”

He could see the tension in Steve’s shoulders, the grip he had on his own arms.

“I do it or you go to the hospital.”

It was a last ditch effort.

It worked.

Steve stood and went into the bathroom to take a shower, and Eddie ignored his heart and stomach fluttering when he came out in just a towel so he could focus on taking care of Steve.

He had a feeling no one had done that in a long time.

[konigenblobbity]

your angst is so UGHHHHH AMAZING. im literally reading every single thing on your masterlist. i need more hobie hurt/comfort or miguel or anyone actually idc who it is i just love your writingggg. maybe like they’ve had a bad day and reader tries to help but instead they get annoyed and say sum ab then being annoying n never shutting up and reader gets quiet after and stuff. although i’ll literally read anything you put out thank you!!!

Request: Out of Line [Hobie]

Hobie x GN!Reader

—> [Miguel’s Version]

Warnings: Angst, yelling, insults, sad reader, comforting, crying, cursing

A/n: Such kind praise anon literally tysm. I love writing angst, it’s just fun to make characters suffer :) but yes! This idea is so good. I also made one for Miguel. enjoy meine Lieben!

You were sat next to Hobie on the couch, an arm wrapped around his shoulder while the other sat on his thigh. Your gaze sympathetic and kind as you looked at your boyfriend, body slumped over from exhaustion and disappointment. His elbows were resting on his knees, head resting on his hands as he was lost in his thoughts, still frustrated from todays mission.

Once he entered and slammed the door, you know the mission went wrong. He had been unexpectedly pulled away that afternoon when Miguel said it was an emergency. Hobie left with a smile and kiss goodbye… only to return with a grimace and a set of gritted teeth.

The only thing he told you was that he was responsible for losing sight of the anomaly and Miguel gave him an earful for it.

So there you were, comforting and reassuring your boyfriend with your words, throwing praises onto him like a crazed fan girl. “You are absolutely phenomenal Hobie. Don’t ever question that. No matter how much Miguel scolds you or criticizes you, you are an amazing part of the team that Miguel is lucky to have” you wouldn’t stop.

In your mind you saw that as a good thing… that Hobie would appreciate how you showered him with affection, but truly it was getting on his nerves. Wishing he could’ve just come home and forgotten all about Miguel and the mission, but no… now he had to hear about it at home too.

“You’re an amazing spider-man, one of the best that spider society has! Remember when you took care of that prowler anomaly single handedly? Or that green goblin anomaly from last week? Miguel didn’t seem to thank you for that if I remember! Now he suddenly decides to get up in your business?!” With each word you were giving him a soft caress on his shoulder or gently shaking his thigh.

His shoulder tensed under your hand, you thought it was because of an injury but if you only knew what really had him so irritated. His eyes were clenching shut, trying to fight the part of him that calls your voice annoying and yells at him to tell you to shut up… because he knows you’re trying, and usually he loves it! Oftentimes the only thing that helps is when your voice rambles on and envelops him like a warm embrace.

“Im gonna say it! Miguel should just keep his mouth shut I think! He-“ you were ready to say another whole soliloquy before Hobie’s voice cut through your own “No you should! I swear all you do is ramble and it drives me up the fucking wall. So just shut it!” His tone was laced with venom, every word a jab to your heart.

His head was turned to look at you with unforgiving eyes, burning with an unbridled rage that you knew wasn’t aimed at you… but it still felt personal. He lets out a light chuckle and when he smiles maliciously it, had your skin crawling. “After todays mission I want some peace and quiet. The sound of your voice is doing my head in. So do me a favor and take your own advice.”

You slowly pull away your hands, noticing how his body relaxes slightly when you do, which only made you more upset. “O-oh… okay” your voice was soft, but clearly shaken. After that you sit in silence for a few minutes, the only audible sound being Hobie sighing every once in a while.

Every second of silence is another second of you pondering and recounting what Hobie said to you. Playing it over in your head until you felt your eyes begin to gloss over. You take that as your sign to leave, clearing your throat and mumbling out a soft “i-I’ll see you upstairs” before leaving without another word.

Hobie stayed downstairs for a bit longer, organizing his thoughts and using the silence to quell his irritation. He then had the opportunity to think back on what he said to you. Cursing into his palm when he realizes just how harsh he got with you.

This wasn’t the first time… he often got harsh and lost his filter when he was in a bad mood; you always understood that. Whenever he’d go off on you, you never took it personally, understanding that he was in a bad mood or a poor state.

He’d always come up to you later and apologize for what he said, and he was lucky because you always understood and forgave him. Afterwards he’d cuddle up with you, telling you all about the terrible day he had or how horrible his mission went. You were always there to comfort him, listening to every word.

This time was different though. He didn’t just make an offhanded comment about how he wanted silence or how you weren’t helping, he made it personal by insulting your voice, a part of yourself that he usually loved and was now suddenly deeming as headache inducing.

When Hobie eventually went upstairs, he found you sitting in bed, back against the headboard, looking at your phone, not even sparing him a glance. He walked over and sat on the edge of his side of the bed, placing a hand on your thigh. You didn’t react so he took the time to apologize.

“Hey love… look, I’m sorry for what I said earlier. Todays mission just left me absolutely gutted and I just felt right shit. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you. It was just really rough and I fucked up bad” his hand absentmindedly caresses your thigh as he spoke. You didn’t move and just let out a hum in response.

He paused and hesitated before speaking “I-I’m really sorry…. I didn’t mean it love. You know that right?” he leans forward and goes to kiss your lips, you turn your head so kiss lands on your cheek instead. He was slightly surprised but more disappointed. He decided not to press the topic though. “alright… I’m gonna go get ready and I’ll be back” he says and walks off to the bathroom.

When he comes back out, you’d shifted to be lying on your side, back to him, as if you’re ready to go to sleep. As he gets into the bed behind you, he notices how your eyes are still open and you were just looking at your phone.

He leans over your figure “Love? A-are we not gonna cuddle?” his voice was soft, you could hear the slight pout in his voice. To his question you shake your head, he moved onto his side of the bed and positioned himself to sit against the headboard.

“Oh… can I tell you about my mission though?” you could hear the dejection in his tone but managed to brush it off. You shrug causing Hobie to hesitate, but after a pause he begins to tell you about the mission, going on and on, but never once do you react.

“And then, that prick just threw a sign at me! A goddamn sign, can you believe that?” He looked over at your figure waiting for a response, waiting for you to agree with him or encourage him to continue talking as you usually did, but you still don’t say a word.

He clears his throat at the silence “b-but it really hurt and my shoulders still sore because of it” he continued to complain hoping you’d break your vow of silence but he still got nothing. He can see you’re still awake which causes him to huff out in disappointment, a pout forming on his lips. He shifts on the bed and placed his chin to rest on your arm.

“Love? Why’d you go so quiet?” He watched your expression, it didn’t shift and you just continued to scroll through your phone. There was a pause and then he spoke again. “Was it because of what I said earlier?” You stop scrolling on your phone and he takes that as a sign that he guessed right.

“God… love I didn’t know it hurt you that bad. I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t have said it and I didn’t mean it. Not even the slightest bit” he wraps his arm around your waist trying to pull you back against his chest. Much to his relief you didn’t struggle or try to move away, allowing him to pull you against his chest.

“I love the sound of your voice, I look forward to hearing it after every mission. I was just really irritated and I snapped at you for no reason” you put your phone down but still don’t look or speak to him. He let out a soft sigh and the hand on your waist began to trace soft circles on your skin.

“I’ll keep apologizing as long as it takes for you to speak again. I miss your voice love. Please… even if it’s quiet? I wanna hear it” he placed a kiss on your shoulder, and kept it nuzzled against your arm as he waited patiently.

“You said it drives you up the wall…” a smile graced his lips as you finally spoke, it was a soft murmur but it was something. He places another kiss on your shoulder “Thats not true, I was being stupid. You have every right to be upset with me, it was a daft thing to say and I was being a proper prick” you hum softly in agreement, which he took as a sign of encouragement.

He continued to place kisses on your arm and shoulder “You agree don’t you? Hm?” He says and you shrug, a small smile beginning to appear on your lips. His arm wraps further around your waist, beginning to roll you onto your back as his playful kisses moved to your neck. “Cmon you can say it, I was being stupid, I was being a prick… go on” he had a smirk on his face as he kissed at your jaw.

You chuckle softly and then look into his eyes, a smile now settled on your lips. “You really were. The biggest prick I’ve ever met” you say and he pulls away and gives you a fake pout. “Ouch… now that hurts” you roll your eyes and he chuckles softly. He leans back down and begins to pepper kisses all over you face.

“I’m really sorry love” he says and pulls away to look at you with a gentle smile. You sigh out but smile at him. “I believe you” You shift slightly so you’re sitting back against the headboard “but what I can’t believe…” you begin to say and Hobie looks at you curiously.

“Is that that goddamn anomaly threw a sign at you?!” You say exaggerating your shock but loving the smile that it puts on Hobie’s face. “I know!” He say and moves to rest his head against your lap. Letting go of your waist and intertwining his hand with yours to wrap them around his shoulders.

For the rest of that night he recounted his mission to you, every small detail and every tiny slip up, but this time you actually reacted. And every time you spoke his heart sang at the sound of your voice.

[darlingsfandom]

Hey, can we have a cute wedding Cillian fic? Thanks x

You got it love xoxo!

Not going to lie, I got selfish with this and included details of MY dream wedding and own heart ache of knowing that if I ever get lucky enough to get married, my mother won’t be there !

Crisp morning air breezed over your skin as you stood outside with your hair done up in a nice bun, a few wavy strands framing your hands with little black flowers sprinkled in it. Your nerves were running at a thousand miles a minute , this was your wedding day the day you dreamed of since you were a child! The idea of it changed over the years of what you wanted from it and you got what you wanted.

“You alright?” Your best friend came out on the back steps of the church with you.

“Yeah I’m okay, just hard to believe he’s actually marrying me! He could have anyone and he chose me.” You looked at her about to cry until she placed her thumbs under your eyes.

“Don’t cry! You’re going to ruin your make up! But don’t be stupid! Of course he chose you! He adores the ground you walk. I’m sure Cillian would kill for you.” She held up your hand to see the ring on your finger. You smiled as the memories of his proposal flashed in your mind.

Cillian had got down on one knee in front of you while the two of you were at a little carnival and popped the question while you were getting your picture drawn by one of those cartoonist! He had bought you some cotton candy before making a joke about how sweet it would be to move up in your relationship and become your husband then hit out the ring to slid it on your finger.

“You’re going to be okay!” She rubbed your shoulder before taking off back inside since the cool air was making her shiver. On the other side of the church Cillian was getting ready with his side of the bridal party. He looked over himself while fixing his tie.

“Boys… it’s a good day for a weddin’” he clapped his hands together slowly while chewing his bottom lip. Cillian tried to play it cool but he was also nervous. The sound of the bells made you run back inside and into your room so your best friend could help you with the final touches. She gave you a few more spurts of perfume, fluffed out the bottom of your black wedding gown and double checked for any wedgies. You stood with her on your arm as the bridesmaids and groomsmen paired up to get ready to go down the aisle.

Soft music started up which meant that your niece was making her way down the aisle trying to toss the black, red and orange flower petals across the aisle but she would try to go back and pick a few of them up before tossing them aggressively at the ground because she couldn’t keep them, she was only three after all. Cillians beats friends five year old son carried the rings on the pillow along side her.

Your heart was beating loud in your ears as you squeezed your best friends arm. She squeezed back before turning to face you even though the black veil was covering your face , she lifted it enough to see your lips .

“You can see me you know.” Your lips trembled a little.

“Not trying to break a whole tradition , I get it’s for the groom but you never know what could actually happen… now you listen and listen good” She placed her finger on your chest. “That man, the one standing up at the alter asked you out everyone else in this fucked up world to stay with you for the rest of his life because he is madly in love with you and you’re not going to run away! I know you’re scared, you never thought someone was going to give you everything you deserved but he has! He has seen you on your worst days! He’s dealt with your crazy ass family and still picked you! You’re going to March down that aisle to become Mrs. Murphy or I’ll kick your ass because I love you that much. Got it?” She wrapped her arms around you tightly before kissing your cheek and walking over to her partner and looped their arms together. This was actually happening and she was right.

You stood at the end of the aisle sucking in a sharp breath gripping your bouquet of roses and let out the shaky breath before your foot lifted to take you down the aisle. All eyes were on you making your skin heat up as you made your way down. Cillian had his eyes on you but what you noticed through the lace that he was actually in tears with a smile on his face. Your own eyes swelled but you couldn’t cry just yet.

“Thank you… you may all be seated.” The Priest spoke up.

“Dearly beloved, we have gathered to witness a beautiful ceremony in which two souls have connected to become one that will carry on over time….”

You stood up there with your face covered listening to every word. Cillian held onto your hands and ran his thumbs over your knuckles. He knew you were more than likely scared out of your mind with everyone watching which is why it a small wedding with friends and family , no extended family type was there. You gulped when you heard the priest ask for the vows that the two of you decided to write for each other.

Cillian let go of one of your hands so he could hold his paper and cleared his throat.

“Y/N, usually I can speak about anythin and everythin but tryin to find the right words to say dat I love ya is where I struggled because there’s simply not enough ways to say how much I love ya. I make tis promise to ya dat until death do us part and even after dat I’ll follow ya in tis world until it ends. We can be poor , we can be rich , we can be anythin’ and none of it’s going to matter because I have ya in my life. You’ve made me a better man and for dat I truly am thankful because it takes an amazing woman to change a man. I’ve seen how cruel life has been to ya , I’ve seen how you’d hide yer pain and struggle but you’ll never go through it alone again, yer one of the strongest people I know. Not only have I had the pleasure of calling ya me friend, me girlfriend and me fiancée but now I’ll call you me wife now until forever and tats a promise.” Cillian choked here and there on his words while a few tears streamed down his cheeks that he wiped away with his thumb but not once did he let go of your hand.

“And now the bride..”

You turned so your best friend could hand you your paper and took your flowers for you.

“Cillian…” you cleared your throat.

“I could say there’s a million reasons why I love you but we both know that wouldn’t be enough. I could say there’s a million ways to say I love you but again that wouldn’t be enough. For the longest time I never felt like I was enough or that I would be able to feel true love but you’ve proven me wrong. Time really works in a mysterious way and after everything my path crossed yours and now it becomes our path, our journey and as much as change scares me I know i won’t be alone because I have you. If you were to ask me what love means I’d simply say your name because you’ve seen my worst days , the way my mind drifts, the way I’ve broken my own heart but I’ve also seen your worst days too! I’ve seen your heart break in pieces too but each time we’ve both put each other back together and for that I am thankful to be yours. I’ve waited for this day my entire life and now it’s my turn to finally feel happiness that I’ve never known and it’s because of you.” Your lips quivered as your voice shook and you held back your tears as the words flew out of your mouth and your heart was going to burst but in the best way possible. A final breath escaped your lips before they perked into a small smile.

“If anyone has a reason these two should not be married, speak now or forever hold your peace.” The priest spoke out before he said the words you’ve been waiting to hear all day. “You may now kiss the bride.”

Cillian lifted your veil slowly and smiled as he seen your beautiful face for the first time as the new Mrs. Murphy . He cupped your face and pressed his lips against yours lovingly. The claps started with a few cheers and a very loud “ewww” from your niece who was scrunching her nose while still playing with the petal she didn’t throw. The two of you laughed before Cillian grabbed your hand and started walking with you down the aisle.

“Auntie Y/N! Wait for me !!” Your niece called out chasing after the two of you. Both you and Cillian turned to see her sadden face until she was at your hip. You took one hand while Cillian took her other hand and walked with her out of the doors that separated the hall from the room.

“Is Cillian my uncle now?” She asked looking up at you.

“Yes he is!” You leaned a little to kiss his cheek. Cillian blushed a little before bedding to scoop his niece up and placed her on his hip. She placed her hand on his face and smiled. Your heart swelled at the sight before the rest of party of joined the three of you in the hallway.

Guests came out shortly after to congratulate the two of you before you grabbed Cillians hand again to pull him away from the crowd. He followed with you back towards the room you had got ready in. He closed the door behind him as he watched you sit carefully in the chair. Cillian walked over to you and sat down in front of you.

“Are ya okay me love?” His thumb drew circles on your knuckles again because that was the best way to calm you down.

“I’m happy I really am… I’m just upset she couldn’t be here.” You choked out while tears fell down your cheeks.

“Oh darlin, I know it’s bittersweet and that it’s cliche ta say but she’s here wit us in spirit. She’s smilin at ya! You look beautiful! She thinks so too!” Cillian helped you back up to wrap his arms around you tightly. His hands rubbed your back and you sighed into his chest before he grabbed some tissues to help you clean up. His fingers delicacy ran the tissue under your eyes then your nose before tossing it in the trash. “It’s gonna be alright and if ya need another cry tat’s okay . I’m here and I’m not going anywhere !”

You had married the man of your dreams and you couldn’t feel more lucky.

[fortheloveofallthings]

Steddie Florist AU - Part 2

Part 1

Steve watched in a haze as Eddie stepped out the front door with his new dahlia. Of course this mystery man gravitated towards them, he thought to himself. They stick out in a crowd, are revered for their beauty, often symbolizing kindness and everyone that loves dahlias is obsessed with their moody aesthetic. Perfect for Eddie. Thankfully Robin wasn’t here today to poke fun at his now blossoming crush. He continued his usual tasks, happily letting thoughts of the bartender fill his mind. 4 hours, he can stop by the bar in 4 hours.

Eddie practically skipped the remaining block from the Flower Shop to the bar. Chrissy was already pulling down chairs from the tops of tables as he entered. “I finally walked in!” He announced. Her blonde ponytail whipped around as she placed another chair down. “You walked in? Like actually step foot inside?” she questioned, excitement woven into her tone. Eddie nodded as a smile stretched across his face. He held out the dahlia with Shakespearean flare knowing it would be proof enough. “He gave it to me on the house, so I offered him a drink tonight,” he smiled walking past Chrissy towards the rows of liquor behind the bar hoping to find something empty enough to use as a vase. It didn’t take long skimming through the shelves before he landed on a Tanqueray bottle he could rinse out. Chrissy made her way towards him to start prepping the garnishes, “A flower on the house?” “Yes, on the house.” Eddie reiterated. “I can’t believe the first time you actually step foot in there, the florist who you’ve been eyeing for months, flirts with you within what? 5… 10 minutes of you being there! And you arrive with a dahlia of all things,” Chrissy says in almost disbelief. Eddie had already rinsed the now completely empty bottle of gin and carefully unwrapped the flower from its tissue paper to place it in and out on the bar in full display, “So? It’s just a flower, he’s a florist, it’s a flower shop. He’s probably given loads of customers free flowers.”

The statement was as humbling as it was disheartening. Eddie wanted the flower to be a special moment between the florist and him. But romance was never company, not for any of the Munsons. Romance was a daydream. So the realist in him crushed any hopes of love before they could take root. No one had won the key to his gated heart. “Oh come on Eddie!” Chrissy scolded as she placed the lime knife down, “Dahlias represent long lasting bonds, love, devotion. Flowers have their own language and meanings. This man thinks you’re beautiful and I’ll bet he also has a crush on you.” Eddie was struck, dumbfounded, “What do you mean flowers have language? You can tell all that by a single flower?” “Yes, Eddie, I can. Lesbians know a lot about Victorian flower language. It’s a whole gay thing,” she explained. He humphed in curiosity, contemplating this new information, “Well don’t get my hopes up too high. I barely spoke to him and I can only pray to whoever’s out there he’ll even make an appearance later.”

Steve wrapped up his shift soon enough. Thankfully a customer’s custom bouquet order held his attention for the last 2 hours making the time fly by. He left the keys for Vickie to lock up as she arrived and he ran out the door. He sprinted back to his apartment, and opened the door to the small studio decorated with plants, paintings Robin made for him, and photos of him and his step-brother Dustin. Steve rushed through his shower so he could spend a decent amount of time on his outfit and hair before racing towards the Red Dragon. After much deliberation and a quick FaceTime with Dustin and his girlfriend Susie he settled on his light brown bomber jacket with the olive tinted elbow patches, a perfectly fitted off-white button up with a small leaf pattern, blue jeans and his slightly worn down converse. Susie suggested most of his clothes which was new territory for them but Dustin reassured him he looked like himself and not the straight-passing jock he typically would anywhere outside the shop. Steve smiled in the mirror as he did a final fit check, laughing at the accuracy in which Dustin described him then was out the door without any further hesitation.

Part 3

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Idia, Silver: Somehow I’ll be Strong

Silver casually doing his usual knightly duties and Idia being shocked at such Chad behavior will never not be funny 🤡 but seeing Idia passionately share his hobbies in the vignettes was wholesome! (The story about Idia singing with Ortho as they went to the bathroom together at night was also adorable 🥺)

Idia’s legs are so damn long, everyone’s been memeing them to the Underworld and back 😂 … Okay, but wtf is up with THAT face he’s making in the groovy?? That’s on a whole new level of sinister 💀 Is this really your mans, Eliza—

asiulbdg8yoadasbqerqo I'M HYPERFIXATED ON ONE OF HIS VOICE LINES where Idia threatens to flick your forehead if you get in his way but then he also confesses that his finger will hurt from doing that so you'd feel bad for him... bro, how weak ARE you...

A Tale as Old as Time.

Gazing upon the good and righteous was nothing new for Idia. He had pored over countless manga and light novels, binged shounen anime after shounen anime.

Here was another hero, bathed in bronze sunlight, posing triumphantly, a sword to pave the way forward and a battered training dummy to protect. His trusty winged steed beside him, a stout, wizened satyr, his mentor, hanging off of one bulging bicep. True, the arena they stood in was empty, save for the training equipment scattered about—but there was no doubt that the world would soon know his name, and his face written in the stars.

A platinum frame divided Idia from that legendary man.

Clutching onto one limp, flabby arm, he quietly scoffed. Haaah, it looks like a scene straight out of some musclehead's training montage...

"You're admiring this painting too, Idia-senpai?"

Idia's thoughts came to a screeching halt. Goosebumps prickled his skin, hair standing on end. A young man with a build similar to the hero in the artwork had appeared, handsome-face framed by moonlight locks.

"E-Eep! S-Silver-shi?!" His voice was pinched, a reverberating squeak.

The knight bowed his head. "Hello. It sounds like you're in good spirits."

Idia took a step back, as if he were the night making way for the encroaching day. The shadows were where he felt the safest, wrapped up in a cloak that granted him near invisibility from the average onlooker. Not with Silver. He who cast a revealing light wherever he drifted.

"Y-Yeah, what a n-nice painting..." Idia mumbled, not bothering to summon the effort to lie. He attempted to skitter away, cutting the conversation short, but—to his dismay—Silver continued.

"I look up to him too. There's many historical heroes we can look back on and learn from," Silver said with a nod. "I refer to them when I consider my own training regiment. They're inspirations to us all."

What's this?! Idia paled. Obviously I was trying to signal to him that I was gonna go AFK but this guy just starts spamming the chat!! H-Have I accidentally tripped an event flag...!? Or does he lack even more social awareness than an introverted otaku like me!?

Silver regarded him seriously—innocently, even. "Can I ask if this is the one you aspire to?"

Idia grimaced at the suggestion. "You're joking, right? Th-There's no way I could be a fraction as buff as he is!!"

The second year blinked, seeming undisturbed by the flustered response. “I don't think that's a concern."

“How’s it not? A hero can’t do crazy godlike stunts if he doesn’t have the right stuff…”

Silver shook his head. “My father has told me stories of warriors who were able to overcome their lack of strength with other provisions. A woman once pretended to be a man to infiltrate the military. Her wit saved their entire country from collapse."

"This man too…” Silver indicated the placard below the platinum frame. “… He gave up his strength to protect someone he loved. It was his noble heart that made the heavens recognize his godhood."

“W-Well…” Idia but his lower lip. He knew the tales as well as Silver did, but still he hesitated. “That’s true, but… isn’t it too unrealistic to think ordinary people could rise to those kinds of feats?”

His grip on his sleeve tightened.

The main character in Star Rogue... He started off as a zero and became a hero. But that's just a video game. Can something like that really happen in real life...? When true heroes are one in a billion?

Silver-shi makes it sound so easy.

His stomach lurched, wrenching into distorted shapes.

“If you have the drive, you can go the distance and somehow become strong,” Silver told him. His tone, reassuring yet firm.

“Somehow? H-How vague can you possibly get? That’s no way to achieve results…”

“It’s not brawn alone that determines your worth as a hero. Please have more faith in yourself, Idia-senpai."

As if just saying that will make my faith meter shoot through the roof! Anxiety-induced sweat beaded on Idia’s forehead.

M-Maybe if I tell him what he wants to hear, he’ll leave me alone… He warily eyed Silver. “O-Okay… I get it already. I’ll try, so…”

Please stop talking to me!! I-I don’t know how much longer of this pure-hearted anime protag speech I can stomach!

“You will? That’s great.” Silver smiled softly. His expression, Idia realized, reminded him of that of the hero in the photo frame.

A sparkling face, full of hope for the future.

A hero in the making.

That could be you, a tiny voice in his mind whispered.

A weight in his chest steadily lifted, then dropped again. Like a lost soul bobbing between life and death. Unsure of which way to go.

No, don’t be deceived. Life isn’t a game route that plays out with an easy ending. One misstep, and I’ll be floating in the River Styx.

Idia cut away from his underclassman. The hero’s big grin snagged in the corner of his eye.

Perfect, pearly, perky. Not a visible crack in a man seemingly chiseled out of marble.

But nobody’s perfect, not even the immortals. Everyone has a weakness or two in their systems, a security flaw, bug to exploit—and the bigger they are, the harder they fall.

Trust in excess turned into gullibility. Willingness to help could become one’s hubris. Goodness twisting into other shapes.

Suddenly, the hero was no longer infallible. His courage, painted foolishly.

If a hero could crumble, then so, too, could those at their lowest points rise up and rebuild a city. Make something of themselves. True one way, and true the other.

Someday, somehow, he’d be strong enough to face the odds—turning the impossible into the possible.

A slow, sinister smile crept onto his lips. Eerie, gleeful laughter filled the air. His shoulders, shuddering.

“Hihihihihihi…”

Silver’s ears perked. He inclined his head toward his upperclassman. It looks like Idia-senpai is reinvigorated. I’m glad I could encourage him.

[the-phantoms-kiss]

Pillow talk

Leon S Kennedy x Fem!Reader

Angst - Fluff - Smut - 5k

It was a wonderful night, the breeze was cool as it entered through the window, the moonlight shone happily into the room, and most importantly; I was wrapped up in the arms of the man I loved.

This should’ve been the perfect end sequence in a romance movie after the two protagonists have sex, or “make love”, however in my case, it did little to quell the questions that were raging inside my mind.

“Leon…” I whisper softly, propping myself up on my forearms. “What is it?” His voice was deep and tired. Maybe this wasn’t the best time to ask, perhaps I should wait until he isn’t half asleep. He opens his eyes after a while, noticing my lack of a response, and pulls me closer to him with the arm around my waist. “What’s wrong sweetheart?” He sits up, waiting for anything. “I- nothing… it’s okay. I’m sorry for waking you, go back to sleep.” I kiss him on the forehead and let him lie back down properly, resuming his peaceful slumber.

Before I know it the clock says it’s 2:41 and I’m in the same position I was all those hours ago. The same thought has been repeated over and over again. It’s stupid. I know the answer, yet I can’t bring myself to accept it. I should, otherwise I’ll just be wasting time. I get up as carefully as I can, trying not to wake Leon up, which is easier said than done, and I carefully make my way to a small office room in the apartment.

At his old typewriter, I begin to write a letter, it goes as follows;

Dear Leon,

I apologize for not giving you a proper goodbye, but I couldn't bear to look you in the eyes knowing I'd have to leave. It may not matter to you why it is that I'm leaving, hell I don't doubt you won't notice my absence until much later on, yet I still feel as if I owe you an explanation even if it’s a shitty one.

We've been close since that night in Raccoon City, we stuck through thick and thin on various missions afterward and I've seen you grow and change from the young, sweet, and artless rookie that you were. Don't worry, I've had my own changes, and it wasn't until recently that I discovered just how much I changed from the person I was to the person I am today, I've also noted the change from the person I am today to the person I wanted to be back then. I'm leaving in pursuit of becoming that woman I always wanted to be, that woman that I am deep down. A hopeless romantic who wants nothing more than to start a family in a small town with a meaningless job. This rotten city, and whichever other city you get assigned to has no future for me, at least not one that is negotiable. I will always remember you and hold you dear to my heart, but I’m just not sure I can be here any longer without losing myself. I’ve already lost so many, I can’t lose myself. Please don’t be sad, I’m sure you’ll meet others far funnier than I, others who you’ll be able to bear your whole soul to. Please don't track me.

Maybe someday our paths will cross, till then;

Yours truly,

💋

Leaving my lipstick was my signature, the easiest way for him to recognize me. I neatly folded it, put it inside an empty envelope, and set it on his nightstand along with a cup of coffee, just how he liked it. I drove back home and quickly packed up my belongings, stuffing them into the trunk of my car.

I drove up north, only stopping for coffee and gas every once in a while, never settling in a motel for the night, instead, I opted to sleep in the backseat of my car, dreaming of the day I’d finally be free of these plagues. Faking my death was the easiest part of it all, after all, working for the government means anything is accessible and anything is possible if you talk to the right people.

I wonder if he even saw the letter, he probably thought it was some lame excuse to leave without making him breakfast, a habit we had gotten used to over the years of casual sex and crashing over at each other’s place when we were too drunk to drive home. Maybe it was exactly what he was hoping for, a break from me. I guess only time will tell.

Leon’s POV

The smell of coffee lingers in the air, the bed is colder than usual, and she isn’t singing in the kitchen like she usually is when she spends the night, she didn’t even wake me up at 6. Did I somehow dream last night? I was pretty drunk… but that’s not right, the coffee on the nightstand is-. I sit up and grab the mug, it’s cold like it’s just been there for hours, but it’s the same as when she always makes it. This must be some kind of game, ah, and here’s a letter most likely explaining the rules, a bit unusual that she didn’t tell me earlier, usually when she plays these games she at least gives me a heads up. Jesus, why’d I have to be into a detective?

Let’s see, “ ’Dear Leon’, blah blah blah blah, jeez she really got into character this time, let’s just skip to the good part, ‘don’t track me’ What am I supposed to do then? Hope I run into her? Maybe the clues are hidden in the text.” As I reread the entire letter I quickly realize, that this isn’t another one of her games, this is a goodbye. But… no. She must be kidding right? Some sick prank she thought would be funny? She knows how many people have left me… she knows that… she’s… I don’t have anyone… why would she leave if she knew that? “FUCK” I grab the mug and toss it at the wall in a fit of rage, shattering to pieces.

 *RING RING RING* Great who is it now?! Claire Redfield? “My condolences Leon, she was a great teammate and an even better friend.” “What condolences? Do you know how long she was planning this?!” “I don’t know! I would’ve helped her if I had known… she didn’t deserve to go like that.” “Helped her?! Deserve to go out like that?! So what? You’re just going to help her play the victim now?” “Jesus, Leon! Have some respect for the dead, despite whatever religion you may believe in we can both agree that we shouldn’t blame her for killing herself, the blame should be on us who didn’t even notice something was up.” “Killed herself? What do you mean…?” “Stop acting dumb! It’s all over the news! Those damn bastards couldn’t let her rest even after her death.”

That can’t be right… she would have told me if she was even feeling remotely suicidal… she- THE LETTER! SHE TOLD ME! HOURS OR EVEN SECONDS BEFORE DOING IT! WHY WOULD SHE DO SOMETHING SO DRASTIC! I WAS RIGHT NEXT TO HER! I COULD’VE SAVED HER AND EVEN AT THAT, I FAILED! MERE INCHES AWAY AND STILL I- I failed her- if I had gotten up instead of pretending to sleep if I had opened my eyes when she left the coffee on the nightstand… I could’ve prevented all of this…

2 Years later (2005) 7 years after the incident

MAIN POV

The night was quiet, even inside the bar, the bar was quieter than usual as it was late and most patrons would have work the next day. I loved these kinds of nights, the kind where the sound of people talking and low jazz music were nothing but ambiance noise compared to the rain that was pounding on the windows. The doorbell jingled, and a man came in. I must be dreaming, he looks an awful lot like Leon, sure the blonde hair is throwing me off but the resemblance is there, it can’t be, what’s an old town like this got to do with his operations? Maybe I’m drunk, I doubt it since this is my second glass of wine, but stranger things have happened. As I look back away and out the window a heavy set of footsteps walk up to my table. “Excuse me, is this seat taken?” Holy shit. It’s him. Maybe he won’t notice if I keep quiet and look out the window, maybe the changed hair color will throw him off? Right like his threw me right off track. I shake my head side to side, careful to not show my face. “Thanks.” He pulls out the chair, faces it towards the front of the bar, with his back to the window and sits on it. Umm hello? Can you leave? “It’s a nice night ain’t it.” I guess you aren’t going to leave. I just nod. “Cut the shit, I know it’s you.” He slams his beer on the table and turns his body towards me. I feel the hairs on my body stand at the sudden loudness of his voice. The place goes quiet for a second, and I remain quiet as well. “Fine then, don’t speak to me, I’ll talk whether you talk or not.” I stand up and quickly walk outside, speaking as I do. “I don’t want to talk Leon.” He reaches up to me just as fast, and grabs my wrist before I can get into my car, the rain slowly drenching us both.

 “No! You are not walking away from me. Not again. You may have said everything you wanted to that night but just remember that I didn’t even get a chance to say goodbye. You left me with what may have been a reason to move states, but to me it was a letter with a reason to end your life, and that wasn’t fair. You knew that I would find out about your death so why make it seem like a suicide note knowing damn well that you had no intention to do so. You left me when you knew! YOU KNEW THAT I HAD NO ONE ELSE. DO YOU KNOW JUST HOW MUCH IT KILLED ME THINKING IT WAS MY FAULT YOU HAD ENDED IT? I CRIED FOR MONTHS NONSTOP AND WHEN I WOULDN’T BE CRYING I WOULD BE DRINKING, BLAMING MYSELF FOR NOT HAVE ASKED YOU WHAT WAS WRONG THAT NIGHT WHEN THERE WAS OBVIOUSLY SOMETHING WRONG. IT KILLED ME. YOU KILLED ME. YOU HURT ME MORE THAN ANY OF THOSE STUPID MISSIONS EVER DID. AND FOR WHAT? WHAT WAS THE REASON? TO END UP WORKING AT SOME MORGUE IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE? YOU WALKED OUT ON ME. WHY? WHY?! YOU DON’T EVEN HAVE TO COME BACK JUST PLEASE TELL ME WHY!

“BECAUSE I LOVED YOU LEON! I STILL DO! AND I KNEW YOU WEREN’T READY TO SETTLE SO I LEFT. I LEFT THAT NIGHT BECAUSE I LOVED YOU AND I KNEW YOU DIDN’T LOVE ME. IT HURT TOO MUCH NEVER BEING ABLE TO TELL YOU OR SHOW YOU JUST HOW MUCH I DID. AND NO, I DIDN’T GET TO TELL YOU EVERYTHING I WANTED TO SAY IN THAT LETTER BECAUSE I WAS SCARED OF WHAT YOU WOULD DO IF YOU KNEW I LOVED YOU. I AM SORRY I HURT YOU SO MUCH. I JUST COULDN’T LIVE THAT WAY AND I NEEDED TO ESCAPE. I WAS SO BLINDED BY MY OWN PAIN I DIDN’T EVEN REALIZE WHAT I DID UNTIL I WAS SEVERAL TOWNS OVER AND I KNEW IT WAS TOO LATE BY THEN. I LOST IT. I LOST IT LEON. I LOST IT ALL. I- I WAS GOING MAD. IT WAS DRIVING ME MAD THE WAY YOU INTERACTED WITH ADA! YOU WERE HEAD OVER HEELS FOR HER AND I WAS SIMPLY THE SECOND CHOICE! EVEN WHEN WE MET YOU WERE HUNG UP ON SOMEONE! I NEVER HAD A CHANCE.”

“YOU’RE WRONG! I NEVER LIKED ADA! ALL SHE HAS DONE IS LIE AND BETRAY MY TRUST!  IT’S BEEN YOU SINCE THAT NIGHT WE MET! AND YOU’RE RIGHT I WASN’T READY TO HAVE A FAMILY, BUT THAT DOESN’T MEAN I NEVER WANTED TO START ONE! ESPECIALLY WITH YOU! GOD I WOULD KILL TO HAVE THE CHANCE TO CALL YOU MINE IN ANY FORM!” His facial expression suddenly changes from anger to sadness, and one can practically see the gears in his brain as he thinks of what to say next. He steps closer his eyes now looking down at his own shoes, and when he speaks it’s much quieter than the previous shouting he was doing, his voice is slightly deeper and he talks slower, as if he’s realizing the meaning of his own words as he says them.

“You don’t know how many nights I spent dreaming about the day I could finally quit my job and just ask you to be mine already. So many nights wishing that all of these viruses would just go away so I could finally take you out to dinner and treat you the way you always deserved. I just wish you would have let me tell you that instead of making choice for me. I love you. I love you so fucking much it hurts. Surely you must know that… right?” I pull him in by his jacket, and I kiss him. I kiss him like there’s no tomorrow and he kisses back just as passionately, his arms wrapped rightly around my waist pulling me and closely as possible and it still wasn’t enough. For what feels like an eternity we stand there, drenched and yet it doesn’t bother us, and it isn’t until our lungs beg for air that we finally pull apart. He picks me up bridal style and runs to the passenger side of his car putting me inside, takes off his wool jacket and lays it on me gently before running back to the driver seat and driving to my house. “How- that’s a stupid question it'd be stranger if you didn’t know my address.” He chuckles, but that doesn’t answer my second question, “If you have something to say then say it, I don’t want you keeping any questions from me ever again.” He looks at me, frowning. “How many times did you have to look at my address to memorize the path from the bar to it?” “Too many, honey.” That’s all I wanted, a sweet nickname that I know only I’ll hear. While he drives he puts his hand on my thigh, and it feels so unbelievable right.

When we arrive he runs back over to my door to open it and extends his hand for me to hold, I run to the door and unlock it running inside for shelter as the rain falls in bigger drops, “I’m going to go shower really quickly, make yourself at home.” “Can I join you?” his hand still on mine “Don’t get too ahead of yourself, I’ll be out in a second I promise.” I kiss his forehead, and run to the restroom to shower before I catch a cold. When I get out of the shower I shiver, only wearing a towel, he’s in my room, standing by the fireplace that is now ablaze while he looks at the pictures and trinkets I have on it. “I left some hot water for you, better run and shower before I go back in.” He doesn’t answer, he just motions for me to come closer and when I do he holds my waist with one hand, the other holds out a framed picture of the both us selfie, it was taken on my 21st birthday, we were in a booth in a bar, jeez why are we always at bars? “I have this exact same picture framed on my nightstand. We’ll make it. I promise.” He kisses my forehead, his hair still damp and cold from the rain, after a few seconds he pulls away and goes to shower. Should I bring some wine? What about lingerie? Too much? Yeah, too much. I just want to make it up to him. Candles! Music! Is Jeff buckley too much heartbreak? Chris Isaak? Nine Inch Nails? Too kinky for our first romantic time. Alannah Myles? Yes. Black velvet comes on first too?! Perfect.

As if on cue Leon comes out of the bathroom with a towel covering his lower half, I just can’t help it and I run into his arms pulling him in to a kiss once again, he must’ve been feeling the same way because his hands immediately land on my hips and he pulls me flush against his chest, my hands on his hair. He picks me up bridal style and carefully throws me onto the bed, climbing on top of me, his hands roaming any bare skin I have, his kisses growing sloppy and eventually moving down my neck occasionally nipping and leaving his mark, kissing back up my jaw and nibbling right below my ear, the sound of his heavy breathing makes me rub my thighs and he instantly notices, pulling them apart and throwing the towels which hung loosely around us onto the floor. It was like he was analyzing which part he should go after first. His kisses go between the valley of my breasts, and he carefully pinches both nipples at the same time, his tongue leaving a trail as it goes lower and lower, “Leon, please,” My voice barely above a whisper, “I wanna be yours… I’m going to make you mine.” His lips right above my clit the vibration still going through. And he kisses it, slowly at first, his fingers never leaving my nipples, then he speeds up, instead of kissing it he’s just flicking it with his tongue, running circles on it, sucking, and blowing on it afterwards. My moans grow louder, it’s too much, his touch is too much, and it’s about to be more. “So many nights I dreamt about this.” And without a warning one of his fingers goes into me, as he curls and moves it in and out, adding a second one and doing scissor motions, his lips now repeating the same actions from before but now on your nipples constantly switching between them. “Leon it’s too much- I-“ “Cum on my fingers.” I don’t need to be told twice and he just speeds up his ministrations as my legs shake.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good tonight baby, you’re never going to be the same.” I moan and twist his hair between my fingers. After I’m done he pulls out his fingers and licks them clean, “God how I’ve missed your taste.” And before I know it he’s between my thighs again like a starved man, curling his tongue inside and his hands massage my hips keeping them from bucking, his nose rubbing against my clit every once a while and his tongue runs over my walls like he can’t get enough, “Leon don’t stop please- you- you- feel so-“ My legs shaking again, thighs crushing his head and he groans, the vibrations going through my entire body. And as I come down from my high he’s licking every last drop, “So pretty when you cum” without warning he’s shoving his dick in me, one of his hands holding my legs on his shoulders and the other holding my hips, angling them up getting in even deeper, setting a sharp and quick pace. I pull him in with my legs, his hands now pressing my thighs to my chest and his lips meet mine for a messy kiss, both moaning into each other’s mouth the new angle has both of us seeing stars and I involuntary clench around him every once in a while making his knees buck, “Fuck, keep doing that and I won’t last.” “I don’t want you to last.” I scratch my nails on his back and his scalp, and he moans in my ear. “You sound so pretty when you moan.” And he blushes hiding his face in my neck, groaning and moaning. “I- I’m close- Leon-“ “Cum for me.” And I snap, my walls gripping him tighter than he could imagine, and he cums as well, his knees bucking and his body shivers on mine. His hands bruising my hips but I couldn’t care any less. After a few more seconds of him pistoning in and out he finally falters, and he lies on top of me for a while, now it’s just our heavy breathing and the long-forgotten CD still playing in the background. As he pulls out he lays his head on my chest and covers us both, I softly run my fingers along his hair, his own fingers drawing shapes on my skin. “I love you.” We both spoke simultaneously, “Jinx” “That’s not fair.” He jokingly frowns, “Nuh uh, can’t speak, I said jinx.” After some silence I speak up again. “Do you remember when we first met?” He just remains silent, “I know you’re awake.” “You said I couldn’t speak.” “Fine.” “Leon,” Saying his name slowly, a kiss on his forehead, “Leon,” repeating it even slower, a kiss on his nose, “Leon.” Barely above a whisper, a kiss on his lips, “I think about that night every day.” He replies. “Do you remember?” “Crystal clear.” The memories flooding back to me.

We met in a bar a day before the incident, a town outside of Raccoon City, I walked in “Can I get whiskey on rocks?” I ordered, and a voice came from next to me “Are you even old enough to drink?” The man was unbelievably good looking, but obviously out of it. “Excuse me? I fail to see how that’s any of your business.” “I’m a cop. It is my business.” He flashes his badge, “A drunk one. You’re no better than I am.” He chuckles “You didn’t answer my initial question.” “I did you just didn’t like my response.” “I could take you to jail right now.” “In that condition? You’d probably crash before we even got in the city.” “I can drive just fine.” “You sure? Because by the look of your dilated pupils, you’re either drunk or in love.” “Or?” he smirks, “As if.” The bartender is way too tired to pay attention to either and simply passes you the drink, you hand him cash, “You’re not even going to ID her? And they say we’re the corrupted ones.” “Listen here, if you’re just going to come in and talk shit with our customers then feel free to make your way out.” The bartender responds, of course, he’d have your back, you’ve been a regular for months. “Fine. I guess I will.” He stands up immediately feeling dizzy as he slightly stumbles out of the bar, I follow behind him I can’t afford such a handsome guy getting himself killed on the road. “Let me drive. You’ve obviously had too many and I’m sober.” “After that whiskey?” “Believe it or not some of us actually have a tolerance to alcohol. I didn’t finish it anyway.” He sighs outside his car, taking a moment to think, he puts his hand on his head and hands me the keys walking over to the passenger side.

“Where to?” “Any hotel nearby.” “Are you sure you don’t want me to drop you off at your house?” “Don’t have one.” It’s dark out and the road is empty other than the occasional gas station, “So… what brings you out here anyhow?” “To the bar or to the city?” “Both” “Mainly work, I’m starting my first day as a cop tomorrow in Raccoon City.” “Wow, I could’ve been your first arrest, lucky you.” “So you admit you’re underage” “I’m 20 alright lay off it, say you don’t look old enough to drink either.” “That’s because I’m 21.” “Aha! You’re no better than I am.” “At least I waited.” “First of all I call bullshit, and second of all getting wasted isn’t exactly waiting. You drank tonight more than I’ve drank in these past months. What about the bar? A celebration for your new job?” “My girlfriend broke up with me yesterday, needed a drink to forget. What about you? Do you go there often?” “I’m sorry to hear about your ex. Well, college is hard and family doesn’t make it easier so we all cope in some way or another.” “Ah family, I can relate to that.” “They didn’t want you to be a cop?” “They’re dead now but I’m sure they wouldn’t be proud. They were wrapped up in crime more often than not, a cop helped me out that night though, and helped me get into an orphanage.” “That’s sweet” he smiles, god he’s cute. “What are you studying in college?” “Mortuary science.” “Isn’t that just lovely.” I laugh and he looks at me with these huge puppy eyes. “Don’t think I’ve seen you smile this whole time, you’re pretty cute when you smile.” “Only when I smile? Good golly.” He laughs again, “Didn’t even deny it.” I whisper under my breath as I shake my head, “You’re always cute, you’re just too sassy for me to see it.” I just blush and keep quiet for the rest of the ride, turning on the radio to play some jazz quietly in the background as the rain starts pattering down the windshield. At one point he simply passes out, man is he adorable when he sleeps, his eyelashes are so thick, and his faint freckles are scattered around his cheeks and neck, man his ex must’ve been blind and deaf, don’t know how she could just give up on this cutie. As I see a nearby motel I notice the gas tank is close to empty and I park at the motel. “Excuse me how close is the nearest gas station?” “About 4 miles up north, but I wouldn’t recommend walking out there this late, with the heavy rain and the recent murders in the city it is too dangerous to be out.” “I’ll book two rooms then,” As I finish up paying I walk back out to the car to get the stranger, recent murders huh? What if he’s the killer? Nah he’s too sweet for that. He could be acting… I’m sure it’s fine. “Are you awake? I got you a room, seems we’ll have to be neighbors for the night since this car isn’t going anywhere.” No answer. Guess I’ll have to carry him, man he feels like a steel wall, god, I’m going to be sore tomorrow. After carrying him to his room and push him onto his bed his hand grabs onto mine, and he pull me onto the bed with him wrapping his arms around me, whispering a name, still very much asleep. After a while I manage to get his arm off of me and to my room as quietly as possible knocking out on my bed.

In the morning I wake up to the sound of the sound of knocking on the door, as I peek out I see the lady from last night, her husband is offering to drive me to the gas station and I quickly agree and get in his truck. The drive to was quiet filled with occasional small talk, on the ride back however, he stared asking more personal questions, putting his hand on my shoulder every once in a while. When he parked he kept the doors locked looking over at me as if he’d seen his first meal, “If you’d like, I can help you fill up” his tone lower and he leaned towards me, “No thank you, I’m running a bit late could you-“ “Listen princess, my wife is probably taking a nap right now and I think it’d be in both of our interest if we had a little fun.” I quickly move my hand and unlock the doors, but he grabs my wrist tightly before I can open it. “Let me go! My friend is a cop and he will arrest you!” He chuckles and my god it is the most disgusting sound I’ve ever heard. Oh yeah? Where’s this friend of yours at?” “Right here.” A familiar voice responds from behind the man as his door swings open and he gets pulled out of his seat, and before the man could even fully raise his fist he gets punched in the nose, falling back unconscious. Seriously badass. He quickly runs around to my side and opens the door, holding his hand out for me to take and I gladly do so. “Thank you.” I pull him into a hug and he reciprocates the action, after pulling away he holds his hand out “I’m Leon Kennedy, sorry I didn’t introduce myself earlier.” I introduce myself and shake his hand. After filling up the tank we drove back to the bar, the same place I’d left my car the night before.

We stop at a diner to eat lunch, his treat of course since he turned out to be a gentleman, lending me his jacket when it got cold outside and walking me to my car as we said our goodbyes, both knowing we didn’t want to go our separate ways. I give him my phone number and he does the same, and with that I’m in my car alone, and he’s in his equally alone. It wasn’t until I got half way back home that I realized he’d forgotten his jacket, and I would’ve kept it if it didn’t contain his badge along with other belongings. Thankfully I knew he’d most likely be heading to the police station over at Raccoon City so that’s where I’d be going for the rest of the day, I didn’t have anything planned anyways so it’d be a fun roadtrip. By the time I was only half an hour out of the city it was already dark and I needed fuel stopping at a gas station which coincidentally had Leon’s car parked right outside it. I got out ready to surprise him when out of no where a bloodied woman came to my window banging her head against it, not knowing whether to help her or seek Leon inside the dark gas station I climb over the passenger seat and run towards the building turning back to see a swarm of them hurling towards me. As I turn an isle I walk into Leons back, he quickly turns pointing the gun right at my forehead, “DON’T SHOOT! IT’S ME!” He doesn’t even respond he just grabs my hand and leads me out to the nearby police cruiser which was luckily on. I get into the passenger seat and he gets into the drivers, quickly stepping on the gas pedal. After we were seemingly in the clear he speaks up “What were you doing there?” Not angry but obviously shaken by the experience, “You forgot your jacket, I was going to drive to RPD and leave it there but I spotted your car at the gas station.” He looks down at me, noticing the jacket still on me, “Oh, thank you.” I take it off and hold onto it for the rest of the ride, we were both quiet, trying to process what we’d just seen. Eventually stopping outside of another diner within the city. From then on it’s all just history. 

3 Years later (2008)

"Do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, in good times and woe, for richer or poorer keeping yourself unto him for as long as you both shall live? If so, answer I do."

“I do.”

"Do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, in good times and woe, for richer or poorer keeping yourself unto him for as long as you both shall live? If so, answer I do."

“I do”

“You may now kiss the bride” 

And with a searing kiss, we begin a new chapter in our lives.

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Jeff & The Pack Nest pt. 2

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A/N: PACK NEST 🗣️ PACK NEST 🗣️ PACK NEST Jeff, north, and Kenta build a pack nest. Jeff and north helping Kenta come out of his shell in their own ways <3

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Jeff stood in Alan’s living room, ringing his hands together as he stared at the wall in a slight daze. He comes to when arms wrap around his torso, Alan’s taller frame slotting against his back, the alphas nose running across his scent gland. Jeff tilts his head to the side, offering the man more room. “What time do they get here ?” Alan asks into Jeff’s neck.

“North’s on his way and I told Kenta 6 but I haven’t heard from him” Jeff said quietly, “I just hope he comes at least later tonight, even if he’s not here early.”

Alan hums, “I’m sure he will be.” Alan pulls back enough to spin Jeff around to face him, leaning down to peck his lips. “Are you excited at least ?”

Jeff shyly nods, tipping forward to hide his rapidly reddening cheeks in Alan’s chest. “I just hope the pack likes it” the boy whispers. Despite constant assurance from the alpha since this was originally discussed, Jeff is still incredibly nervous about this whole endeavor.

“We’ll love it baby.” Alan whispers in his ear. They enjoy a moment wrapped in each others arms, the quiet scene being interrupted by the front door opening. North making himself known through as he bounds down the hallway and into the big living room.

“Awe” north coos at the sight in front of him, “Lung as cute as this is you’re not allowed in here right now. Go bother sonic.”

Alan rolls his eyes but detaches himself from Jeff anyways. “I’ll see you in an hour I guess” he says, leaning down to kiss the omega one last time before pulling away. He turns and levels his gaze with north, “be good.” he says simply before walking back down the hallway towards the front door.

He opens it to see Kenta and Kim standing on the porch, wrapped in each other's arms. At the sound of the door opening Kenta jumps back, eyes wide while kim just looks annoyed at the hug being cut short. “Hello Kenta” Alan says warmly, smiling at the man, “umm… kim I’ll go…. I’ll go wait in the car” he finishes, awkwardly pointing towards Kim’s car. Kim nods, the two watching Alan walk away.

As soon as the car door closes kim pulls Kenta back in, laying a small kiss on the taller man’s cheek. “We’ll see you in an hour. Have fun baby.” Kenta let’s out a shaky breath, clinging tighter to kim for a second.

“Are you sure they really want me here ?”

Kim’s heart aches at the question, pulling back to stroke at the man’s cheek. “Yes.” he says simply, “you’re pack, my love. And you always will be.”

Kenta gives him a tight smile, waving the man off and letting himself into the house.

Jeff and north, who have been chatting idly about the plans for tonight, make their way out to the entree way when they hear the door open. “Kenta !” North shouts, bounding over to the man, taking his hand and leading the way to the pack nesting room.

Jeff’s heart warms at the sight. Kenta may be slightly uncomfortable, eyes darting between north and Jeff as they walk, but he hasn’t pulled away yet like he has in the past. Jeff counts that as a win.

The nesting room in Alan’s house had only been used once at this point. Just after joining the X-Hunter pack North had a particularly bad heat, Sonic bringing him to Alan’s house as soon as it broke and the man immediately jumped into action, calling the rest of the pack over and helping with an impromptu pack nest. But in a pack overrun by alphas, there was only so much they could do past providing nesting materials and items that smelled like pack.

North opened the door, the three omegas standing in the doorway just observing the room. The first thing Jeff noticed was the sterile smell, the room having been deep cleaned after it’s one use and not touched since. Jeff’s nose wrinkled, determining that that was the first thing that needed to be changed. In the middle of the room was essentially a pit, two steps down onto a large plush mattress, big enough to fit their entire pack and then some. A projector was mounted on the wall behind it, giving them the ability to watch movies on the big white wall while curled up together.

Since the pack had planned this there were various duffel bags lining the far wall, each containing items from each member of the pack, and a large stack of various blankets, sheets, and pillows that Alan had gotten when he built the room.

“Jeff ?” Kenta said quietly, looking over at the youngest, “how do we….?” He trails off, feeling his hand get squeezed by north. Jeff smiles warmly at the pair, reaching over to squeeze at kentas free hand.

“Just listen to your instincts, Ken. Why don’t we start easy, let’s get some sheets and the first couple blankets on and then we can worry about the rest of it, yeah ?”

North nods enthusiastically, his omega elated over the idea of having a pack omega to listen to, and quickly walking over to the pile of sheets. Jeff leads Kenta further into the room, the man clearly still nervous.

“Kenta !” North says loudly, holding up two sheet options, “white or gray ?”

Kentas eyes widen, looking over at Jeff but the man just nods, “which one ken ?”

“Gray ? I Guess ?” He stammers out, watching the other two trying to gauge whether he made the right decision or not.

All he gets is a proud smile from Jeff and an enthusiastic nod from north. “Cmon” Jeff says, tugging on kentas hand, “let’s help north get things situated.”

The three set to work, quietly getting the base of the nest set up. North and Jeff asking kentas opinions on various items until they see his confidence grow in the process. He didn’t add anything without prompting until they got to the pack specific items, Kenta immediately pulling one of Kim’s hoodies out and weaving it into the side. Jeff pauses when he sees this, his omega chirping at the sight. He looks away before Kenta can catch him but he catches eyes with north, who also has a wide smile on his face after catching the moment.

They continue working quietly, weaving the walls of the nest together with various pack items, each omega choosing a section. Jeff, being the pack omega, was working on the back wall of the nest, where he and Alan would be so they could watch over everyone. Kenta working on the left side and north working on the right.

None of them realized it had been an hour until they hear a soft knock coming from the other side of the door. Jeff opens it slowly to Alan. Not anxious really, but obviously antsy to have the pack together. “Are you guys ready ?” he asks softly, trying to not look past Jeff in case the others didn’t want him to invade yet. Jeff steps out, closing the door softly. “Yeah” he breaths out, “just give them a minute. Ken will probably need a second before people can come in.”

“How’d he do ?” Alan asks sincerely, always worried about the comfortability of their newest pack members.

“Really good” Jeff breathes out, leaning forward and melting into Alan’s chest. The older man wraps his arms around the boy's waist, keeping him close and kissing the top of his head. They stand for a second, soaking in the comfort of each other, neither man noticing the door to the pack room opening until they hear a loud groan from behind them.

“Why do you get your alpha” north whines, “let’s go find everyone else.” North pouts at Kenta, grabbing his hand to pull him towards the living room to find the rest of the pack. A deep chuckle comes from Alan’s chest, reluctantly pulling away. “It’s good to see them getting along” he says, Jeff nodding along with a small smile.

They hear indistinct chatter getting louder as the pack makes their way down the hall, the group stopping in front of Alan and Jeff. “Ground rules” Alan says loudly, getting everyone’s attention, “don’t fuck it up.”

Jeff laughs, hitting Alan on the shoulder before turning back to the pack, “stupid way to put it but yeah, don’t fuck it up” Jeff says shrugging, opening the door and leading the pack inside. Jeff gets in first sitting at the head of the nest and beckoning the other two omegas in. Once they’re settled, the three invite their alphas in first. Alan and Kim both settle down and pull their omegas into their chest while Sonic scrambles in and lays on top of north, using his chest as a pillow. Once the three couples are settled Jeff looks up and nods at the four remaining members.

Charlie and babe settle on the right between north and Sonic and alan and Jeff while Pete and way curl up on the left.

Jeff looks around, feeling an instinctual piece of him settle seeing their pack all together, safe in each other's arms. He feels himself begin to purr, burrowing deeper into Alan’s chest. The alpha kisses the top of his head before leaning down, “are you happy, baby ?” Alan asks into Jeff’s ear and the boy just nods in response.

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[i-cast-bardic-inspiration]

Halsin with a Tav who had a toddler? Like they get back to Baldurs gate or theyve been nursing an egg(for the Gith and Dragonborn Tavs) that’s now hatching.

Pls let him be the dad he’s always wanted to be 🥹

Okay, first off thanks for sending in your request! I hope it’s alright to do this in a mix of headcanons and narrative blurbs because I have too many ideas for this wholesome content. Also, if I interpreted your Ask wrong please let me know and I’ll amend! 

But alright, here we go—let’s give our Big Bear some love and let him be Daddy Halsin because he deserves all the best things. 

*TW: Pregnancy talk, mentions of past trauma, wholesomeness so wholesome it hurts

Halsin will be in shock for a brief moment before going into Daddy Halsin mode. This man has just gone through the most traumatic hundreds of years; in pure survival mode after losing his family, being held prisoner in the Underdark, dealing with the Shadow Curse and all that it has brought upon him—he never once during that time was afforded the opportunity to simply…live. He always focused on doing what was necessary to survive. So now that he finally can let some of his walls down? Now that his lover just told him they have a child? 

He looks at you frozen in disbelief…he never thought he would be able to have his own family. And now you’ve given him one of life’s greatest joys in the mere blink of an eye. His whole world has turned on its axis in the best of ways and he needs a moment to find his feet on the ground again. 

Whether it’s biologically yours or you’ve adopted, it doesn’t matter—he views it all the same. He is in awe, deep gratitude bursting forth for this bounty of nature you’ve provided him with; that you’ve invited him to share.

“My heart…you,” Halsin’s voice breaks, “Why did you not tell me before?” the question falls past his lips with a tremble, but there is no trace of anger or hurt in his tone. Only awe, tinged with a soft skepticism as though this moment will slip through his fingers and he will wake to find it was all a dream. 

You tell him why. Maybe it’s because you were scared he wouldn’t want anything to do with you or your child…maybe you didn’t want to distract him from all that still needed to be accomplished…maybe you didn’t want to add another burden to his already heavily-weighed-down shoulders—whatever it is…

He understands your fears but tells you to put them to rest because nothing—absolutely nothing—could ever deter him from loving and caring for you and your child. He is more than willing to step into the role of a father…if that is what you should wish of course, to share this part of your life with him…

As soon as you give him the affirmative, he is all over you. Wrapping you up in his strong embrace, placing kisses wherever his lips can reach before settling his face against your neck and inhaling deeply. Your scent calms him, and he needs it to ground himself after the revelation that he finally—finally—has the one thing he thought he’d never have again…a family. He is a dad. 

He’s a dad! 

His deep laughter echoes through the air. He’s overjoyed, a little scared maybe too, but his unbridled joy is contagious and you find yourself tearfully laughing along with him. 

With your invitation, he quickly stepped into full dad mode, and wants to unleash all the doting upon you and your child that he possibly can. 

If the baby has not been born/hatched yet; he’s all about using his skilled hands to melt the tension from your feet and calves and anywhere else you might be tense from carrying the weight of another; letting his healing magic wash over you when your head is pounding and stomach is churning from the extra hormones; making sure you have proper nutritional meals to keep your stamina up…his healer capabilities really kick into high gear here.

If your little one is already in the world, they immediately take to Halsin like a moth to light. And he takes to fatherhood just as easily. It is a precious and priceless thing to watch the two of them bond so quickly. You knew he would take to it naturally, having all the qualities of a loving and supportive father. He was always a wonderful listener, he was just as good of a teacher, and he still held so much wonder and love for the world even after all his years. His zest for life was contagious and played right into the natural curiosities of a child. 

Beneath all of the stoic wisdom is a man who loves to play. Loves to experience everything life has to offer. And it shows when they decide to have storytime before bed…or any other time your little one asks for stories. Which is a lot of the time because Halsin is rather good at it. He could be a bard if he wanted. But all he wants is to see the expressions of wonder on your child’s face, the shrieks of laughter and gasps of surprise filling his ears as he twists and turns the stories, acting them out with grand gestures and motions. 

Sometimes storytelling evolves into playing “Adventurers”—or so that’s what the two of them call this game anyway…you call it pure chaos, but you don’t mind one bit. Not as your little one rides on the back of a giant wildshaped bear through the forest, roars and laughter tickling your ears. You join in at times, and it usually ends in one big giant cuddle pile as morning turns into afternoon and sleepy little eyes close for a short nap. It’s at times like these his heart threatens to burst, and you can see it in his eyes—feel it in the way his fingers trace your jawline and move softly, reverently into your hair…soon you’re drifting off in the peacefulness of it all too. Halsin just lays there holding the two of you in his arms, listening to your soft inhales and exhales. In the slow moments is when he really feels it hit him. How contented he is. 

They’ll go on walks around the forest together, sometimes stop to examine a plant or a flower, your child asking Halsin 123812378 questions about everything they come across, and he answers every one of those questions with the utmost of patience. He genuinely loves to share his knowledge with young and curious minds. You can tell by the way his eyes light up, and how his voice excitedly carries across the meadow as he explains things like how flowers grow from the ground with the help of the sun and water and air. 

He even asks some questions of his own to get your child thinking and talking, and also just to be silly and play: “what kind of animal would you be?” ~ “what is your favorite thing to eat?” ~ “do you think cats can have fins?” ~ “what is your favorite thing to do with mommy and daddy?” 

When your child is sad or upset, he is there guiding them through their big feelings. Oak Father knows, Halsin has had his fair share of coping with tough emotions through his years. Even with all the practice he’s had though he still gets overwhelmed at times. Children need help getting through these sorts of big feelings, not to be admonished or chastised for feeling something natural. Of course while he usually spends time wildshaped when he needs to think, he knows that might not work for a child, and there are certainly other solutions. Like physical connection—hugs, and holding a safe space for your little one to feel. Maybe they need help labeling what they’re feeling, and Halsin is right there ever-observant and gentle with his words, “I see that you fell, does it hurt anywhere? Were you scared when you fell from the tree?” Your child responds tearfully, “it was scary,” so then after a quick scan Halsin knows he doesn’t need to mend any broken bones. He just needs to hold them and tell them it’s okay to be scared and to cry, and that they are very brave for doing so. 

It’s moments like this that you find your heart swell with fondness so vast it nearly hurts. Because you know how capable of ferocity he is, how much strength and fortitude he has shown in battles past…that seeing him like this, so patient and supportive, so loving and gentle…you know he has finally been able to take the armor off both literally and figuratively.

He walks lighter, laughs louder, plays harder. His love knows no bounds, and he makes sure the two of you know it with every breath he takes. With every scratch he mends. With every toy he whittles. With every blanket he tucks in and every kiss he lays atop a sleepy little head. With every word and kiss and hug…he embraces this simpler but no less meaningful side of life with arms opened wide.  

One day, after a very important and engaging conversation about “daddy, where do babies come from?” your little one asks him another question. “Daddy, can you and mommy make a baby?” His eyes lift to find yours, a heat there so smoldering you swear you could feel it sweep over your skin in a dizzying rush. “Little One,” he starts, tearing his gaze from you to look down softly at your child, “would you like that—a brother or sister to play with?” Their little eyes light up and they shout “yesyesyes!” 

Halsin’s smile lines deepen as he laughs loudly. “You will just have to wait and see my little heart, all will be as nature intends.” He knows that is a conversation to have with you in a more private setting. Though he’s pretty sure he can tell by the speed of your breathing, the flush of your face, and the warmth in your gaze that you are no doubt feeling the same sentiment he is in that moment.

Adding to your little family might happen sooner rather than later…and he definitely would not say no to having more little ones running around.

[sl-newsie]

American Woman (Thomas Shelby x American OC) Ch. 51: A Promotion

Masterlist: https://www.tumblr.com/sl-newsie/739551758747090944/american-woman-thomas-shelby-x-american-oc?source=share

The morning wakes me up with winter sunlight streaming through the curtains. As usual I dress and prepare a small breakfast, though this time I have a plan to head to the hospital straight away. Thomas must have already left for the office.

“Morning!” A voice calls from the hall.

“Finn? What are you doing here?”

The young man pokes his head into the kitchen. “Tommy sent me to watch Charlie while you go to the meeting. He also said he’s sending some men to escort you.”

“Oh! Alright, then. I was heading out now anyway.” I grab my wool coat and the scarf oma sent with me. It’s definitely colder out. “Charlie’s still asleep. I’ve got some leftovers if you’re hungry.”

Finn sees me about to close the door and starts panicking. “I would wait until an escort arrives!”

I start to respond but then hear footsteps behind me. “Mind if I join you?”

It’s Bonnie. Same curious eyes, same brown coat. What’s different now is that he’s wearing the iconic Peaky Blinder cap. Did Thomas send him? Surely not. Not after my last encounter with him.  Still, if I am in need of an escort I would much rather have one who is willing to talk instead of just following me around.

“Not at all,” I reply and call back to Finn. “An escort just arrived. I’ll be back later.”

Finn nods and goes back to the kitchen. I shut the door and look around for the car Thomas promised. There, parked down the street, is a brand-spanking-new black Bentley. God, Thomas. You know I don’t react well to charity. Did you have to buy me a car that’s so… luxurious? Hell, a beat-up truck would do just fine.

I climb inside and gesture for Bonnie to join me. Once he sits down the engine purrs to life and I begin driving down Watery Lane.

“What brings you to the neighborhood?”

“I followed Finn here. I was talking with him and a few others earlier.” Bonnie tips his new hat at me. “I’m now officially a Peaky Blinder.”

I have the intention to offer whole-hearted congratulations but find it sad to see another young man being coursed into the brutal gang. Bonnie’s only a few years older than Finn, who has already begun to change.

“This must be a big change for you,” is the best I can offer.

“Definitely. So… What is it that you like to do?” Bonnie asks, looking at me and ignoring the passing wanderers outside.

“I dabble in embroidery, reading, baking. The typical stuff from where I’m from.” I scoff halfheartedly. “My moeder prepped me to be a suitable housewife, and instead I’m working for a razor gang.”

Bonnie scrunches his face in confusion. “‘Moeder?’”

“It’s Dutch for mother,” I explain shyly. “I apologize if any more terms slip out. I’ve been trying to learn more over the past few years. The Shelbys always speak Rukka so now I have a part of my own culture.”

Bonnie nods in understanding. “I like that. Being one who has three sisters, I respect how you’re not jumping in to settle down.”

“Thank you,” I reply sincerely and see the hospital coming into view. “What is it that you like to do?”

“I’m a fighter. I actually just got placed in a fight that Mr. Shelby is arranging,” Bonnie states proudly and playfully nudges my shoulder. “Don’t let my size fool you. I may be small but I can hold my own.”

I can’t help but laugh as I park the car. “My broers would love to meet you, then. They grew up fighting in Brooklyn's streets by the time they were thirteen. At least your kind of fighting is regulated. I can’t count how many times I had to nurse multiple black eyes.”

Our laughter dies out as I step out of the car. Bonnie does the same and we stand idly next to the sidewalk. I’m unfamiliar with how to, how you say, wrap up small talk. I’m so used to educational lectures or business talks that laid-back chatter seems strange to me.

I point to the front door. “This is my stop. Unfortunately Thomas is coming for a meeting and I don’t think he’d-”

“I understand,” Bonnie says with a small smile as he starts walking off. “It was good to see you, Verena.”

“See you later, Bonnie.”

I march up the wet steps into the dim hospital halls. What am I to make of what just happened? Is Bonnie chatting me up just to be nice or is he showing interest for other reasons? I must say I’m flattered by his extension of friendship… Yet at the same time something seems to pull me back. But what?

“Ah! Hello, Verena,” Michael greets as I enter his room, just passing by an exiting nurse with a very flushed face. He’s dressed in plaid pajamas sitting at a table. Am I too early?

“Hello, Michael. I must apologize for not visiting sooner.”

He waves it off. “No, it’s fine. I’ve been busy keeping up with company records anyway.”

I sneak another glance at the girl outside. “Your nurse seems to treat you well.”

“You could say that.”

Just then Thomas walks in, wearing glasses. It’s a sight I’m still coming to terms with. Almost as if it’s a symbol to show that time is passing much too fast.

“Ah, you’re here. Now all we’ve gotta do is wait for the others,” Thomas says as he sheds his coat and tosses some files onto the table.

“Think Polly will be accepting?” Michael asks.

“We’ll see. Oh, there’s one more thing. I’ve been sworn in as the Small Heath Coordinator of the Organization of the Maintenance of Supplies.”

I get a smug look and put my hands on my hips. “A badge job? Fancy. Look at you, Mr. Man of the Law.” 

Thomas rolls his eyes. “Haha, very funny. I hope the car is to your liking?”

I can’t help but huff at his generosity. “Now who’s the funny one? Thomas, you didn’t have to-”

“Too late. It’s yours,” Thomas declares triumphantly as the door opens again.

Polly, Ada, and Lizzie walk in. Why do I suddenly want to leave and go talk with Bonnie again? Don’t get me wrong, Ada’s a terrific friend. But combining these women with someone like Thomas is like adding a match to a barrel of gunpowder. Ada, being the perceptive person she is, slides me a glass of whiskey. Although I doubt even this will get me through the next hour. I really hope this meeting is as important as Thomas led on.

“Sorry I’m late,” Polly drolls halfheartedly as she sheds her coat.

Thomas looks around expectedly. “Where’s Arthur?”

Polly scoffs. “Do I look like his fucking mother?”

Thomas ignores her. “Right. Before we start this extraordinary general meeting of the Board of the Shelby Company Limited-”

“And her?” Lizzie cuts him off and gives me a cold stare. So help me God, I am so close to snapping at her-!

“I’m getting to that,” Thomas answers smoothly and continues. “I’d like to note the absence of the Deputy Vice President who has not yet arrived. We will continue without his presence. Item number one: the reinstatement of the Shelby Company Limited company treasurer. The board welcomes back the treasurer with generously improved terms and conditions. Due to the exceptionally difficult circumstances the company now finds itself in.”

Across the table Michael and I exchange looks. Difficult circumstances? Polly’s coming out of a drug addiction, John is dead, and we’re being hunted by the Sicilian mob. As much as I want to stand by Thomas during this dark predicament I also cannot ignore the fact that it has been some of his own decisions that have led to this.

“They will now check the terms and conditions to see if they are in order. Item number two: during the absence of the company accountant due to ill health, all responsibility for the keeping of company accounts passes to the head of acquisitions.” Thomas shuffles some files and passes them to Polly. “Item number three: the company treasurer lodges a signed contract of employment. All those in favor of the reinstatement of Mrs. Elizabeth Gray to the position of company treasurer of Shelby Company Limited please raise your hands.”

Thomas and Michael raise their hands, followed by Lizzie and Ada. Um, why do I need to be here? My job doesn’t hold any authority for these votes.

“No one objects,” Thomas declares.

Polly, with a plain face, drones sarcastically. “Why, goodness, thank you.”

“Now, to the last matter. Item number four: the official instatement of Verena Nora Steenstra as head of international relations.”

What?

Thomas pulls out another file and has Ada pass it to me. My name’s written on the top. Is he serious? I mean, the gesture is really sweet and will provide proof that my job is legit. Not to mention the benefits. But does this have to come up at a time when I’m trying to protect my family?

“They too are offered generous terms and conditions, due to the recent circumstances of the company and their family,” Thomas says in a softer tone, looking right at me. “They will now check the terms and conditions to see if they are in order.”

Yes, these conditions all look reasonable. Good pay, travel insurance, paid time off. He even added mandatory visits for me to see my family over holidays.

“They will also sign a contract of employment. All those in favor of the instatement of Verena Nora Steenstra to the position of head of international relations please raise your hand.”

Polly and Ada immediately join Thomas in raising their hands. Michael gives me a small smile and raises his hand. Lizzie, however, is the last to do so with a very tartly frown.

Polly smiles at me and holds up her glass to toast me. “No objections.”

“Any other business?” Thomas asks and takes our dead silence as his answer. “Right. I declare this extraordinary general meeting over. Now we can talk real business, but for that we need Arthur. Where the fuck is he?”

I look over to see a nurse poke her head in, looking at Lizzie’s cigarette. “Sorry ladies, there’s no smoking in here.”

Polly gets up and goes to shut the door. “Yes love, we know.”

“He’s an hour late,” Thomas grunts and leans against the table. “Fuck. This business affects Arthur, but we’ll take a vote without him.”

Ada’s eyes narrow. “What business?”

Polly points a finger and her and I. “Business that wasn’t on your agenda, Ada. You too, Verena.”

Next thing I know Thomas is handing me a family photograph. “An informant told us that six years ago, Luca Changretta came from New York to Birmingham to be best man at his cousin’s wedding.”

“I persuaded the photographer to give us copies,” Polly explains and points to a particular member. “That is Luca Changretta.”

He looks just like the other members I’ve seen in Brooklyn. Dark hair, sharp suit, dead eyes.

“These are the people who are trying to kill us. We need to get these photographs out on street corners and in pubs, and offer a reward for information.” 

“We will also give one to Mr. Gold,” Polly adds.

Thomas nods. “We have to forget the idea that it has to be Arthur to pull the trigger. Tradition will just fuck us up. We need Luca Changretta dead. That’s it.”

If we’re not relying on tradition and Mr. Gold is going to help then maybe I can call for some reinforcements as well.

I raise my hand. “I could ask my uncle to send reinforcements.”

“No, love. Our men can do the fighting,” Thomas assures. “Your family can stand aside. All those in favor of giving the photograph to Mr. Gold, raise your hand.” Once again we all agree. “Then it will be done.”

Polly grabs her hat and gives Michael a look. “I smelled perfume when I came in. Who was in here, Michael?”

Michael starts to think of what to say but Thomas speaks for him. 

“The truth is that the woman who raised him came to visit and give him fucking apples. Now please drop it,” he states firmly and Polly starts walking out crossly. “We are in the middle of a vendetta and Arthur is missing. We need to find him. Concentrate on what unites us. This is all temporary.”

Polly, unconvinced, scoffs. “Temporary. Right.”

With that she struts out, followed by Lizzie. Ada gives me a discrete thumbs up and walks out too. 

“Get well, Michael,” I wave and follow Thomas once he gathers up the papers. After a moment of echoing footsteps we exit the hospital and step out into the stiff cold. “Thank you. For making me official.”

Thomas doesn’t look at me. He keeps a thousand-yard stare and when he does speak it sounds much sadder. “You deserve it. You shouldn’t have to be tied up in this world.”

I tilt my head in consideration. “I chose to be here. My family didn’t. That is why I’m worried.”

“Love, you need to value your life too. Not just your family’s safety.” I feel Thomas’ hand on my shoulder and I fight the urge to face him. “Verena, you cannot use your life as a bargaining chip.”

“Oh really? It doesn’t seem too far fetched from something you might try,” I reason back with sass.

Suddenly Thomas goes stiff and grabs me with both hands. “I’m serious. I am not going to let you get killed because you’re too selfless to value your own life.”

I feel my heartbeat accelerating. If my life is so important then why does this empty feeling never go away? Despite Thomas’ efforts to show appreciation they lack the kind of tender emotion I’m looking for.

“If my life is worth more than my job then why don’t I believe you?” 

Thomas’ brow furrows in deep thought and he licks his lips before answering. “You can’t.”

No one can trust him. That’s what he means? I’m not dealing with this right now.

“You are testing my patience,” I murmur darkly and push away, walking back to my car. “Sooner or later I may just go over your head.”

@meadows5

[1001scoganmusings]

Sacraficial heart

A/N: Kicking off kinktober on the lords day with the most elusive and coveted kink of them all, a loving and healthy relationship where both people are simps for each other.

P.S, Trying out a black hat POV. Idk what do you think?

Demons don’t go to heaven.

That is the law. Not that I ever cared. Never being one to take orders from a capricious and uncaring lesser being. Though perhaps the angels were on to something with the whole giving up power and control bit. And while I know I’ll never enter the pearlescent gates and be welcomed in to eternal paradise by a chorus of angels; if that was even how those things go. It was in these moments alone with my beloved that I could swear I was already there.

Pleasure steadily mounting higher and higher, engulfing me like a blazing inferno, searing my very flesh, and imprinting itself on to me both body and soul.

Too much. It was too much. And yet, not enough.

My legs held wide open and bent back, knees touching my chest as Flug drove his cock in to my slit hard and fast. “Black hat.” moaned flug, his fingers digging into the soft tender flesh of my thighs. His eyes half lidded and darkened with desire. Sensual and soft lips parted releasing some of the most filthy and erotic noises that would make even the most devious of sinners blush.

Why had I denied himself this for so long? Why did I ever fight his love? It was inconceivable. How could I have ever not wanted this? How foolish. How down right criminal and selfish l had been. To think I might’ve gone my whole immortal life without ever really knowing, truly knowing what it was to be baptized and reborn. To be made wholly by the love of another. No not another. By flug. God’s most perfect creation.

I lifted my head, groaning as I looked down at the place where we were joined. Watching as Flug’s cock, shiny and wet with my love juices, plunged in to me, disappearing over and over again in to my slit with wet squelching noises; completely drenching the dark brown patch of curls at the base of his cock. My own cock slapping against my stomach with a wet smack, pre dribbling out from the weeping head, forming a small puddle that was slowly spilling on to my stomach an up towards my chest with every thrust. What a mess we were making.

“So tight.” whined Flug pushing his damp sweaty hair out of his eyes. “Fuck, you feel so good.” He babbled nonsensically. “Never. Never wanna stop fucking you. So perfect. Mine. Your all mine. Your. all. fucking. mine.” He groaned. I grit my teeth, my toes curling as he punctuated each word with a deliciously deep thrust.

The possessiveness in Flug’s voice was quickly unraveling my sanity even more than before.

“Yours, all yours, only yours.” I moaned softly. “No one else could ever do. Never. It is you and you alone who has my heart.” His gaze turning soft and adoring as he looked down upon me.

Releasing my death grip on the sheets to reach up with shaky hands, wrapping my arms around Flug’s neck, and pulling him down, needing to feel him still ever so closer.

Lips so soft and warm pressed themselves against my own. Flug’s tongue probing the seam of my lips gently asking for entrance. As if I would deny this man anything at this point. Flug only but needed to ask and I would happily rip out my own beating heart and serve it on a silver platter like the love sick fool that I had become.

The kiss was sloppy and messy, all teeth and tongue, but I didn’t care, couldn’t be bothered to. The warm wet glide of our tongues against one another was making me dizzy with need.

Only for Flug and Flug alone would I allow this. Allow myself to be held. Treated for the first time in my entire life as something fragile. Something to be cherished and, dear god dare I say it? Something, worthy of love.

A lump formed in my throat at the thought. How long had I endured alone? All these millennia roaming the world with a protective wall around his heart. Convincing myself all the while that love was nothing more than a wretched and foul thing meant to control and prey upon weak willed and mindless creatures.

How truly delusional and demented demons are. Using any and all excuse to cope with the ache of loneliness lest it drive us mad. It would’ve made him laugh if it wasn’t so pathetic and simultaneously true.

To think this man, this brilliant and wondrous divine creature above him had chosen him. Chosen Him; to bestow his love upon. To spend what precious little time he’d been given, with him. With him.

His. Flug was his.

Mine.

Mine.

All mine.

Black hat broke the kiss, lips still pressed against Flug’s and whispered, “I love you.”

“Again. Say it again.” demanded Flug.

“I—I love you.” stammered black, silently cursed Flug for making me stumble over my words like an idiot with those loving eyes of his.

“Again.”

“I love you.”

“Again.”

“I love you you damned dolt. How many time must I repeat—“

Flug slotted his mouth against my own, delving his tongue in to my mouth and kissing me fiercely once more as he sped up his movements. Dear god it felt as if this man was going to break me. I secretly hope he does. He’s already ruined my heart and soul. What more would it mean if he ruined my body so that no other could bring me to the heights of ecstasy as he could.

My hands threading themselves in Flug’s hair pulling him ever so closer, deepening the kiss. My heart doing somersaults in my chest as our tongues met again.

“Cum jefecito. Cum on my cock, now.” Slurred flug as he kissed me deeply, snaking a hand down between us to stroke my cock in time with his thrusts.

The double sensation being too much, driving me over the brink. My body going taught and ridged as my orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave. I broke the kiss as a loud terrible inhuman cry left my throat. Thick ropes of cum one after the other shot all over Flug’s hand and stomach. “So cute, so cute. God I love you. I love you, Iove you, I love you.” He chanted, chasing his own release, a few more thrusts before he jilted himself. His warm cum making me shiver as he filled me.

Sleek black tentacles with tiny mouths sprouted from black hat’s body. They slithered down Flug’s legs and arms, and up over his back caressing and showering any pieces of skin their mouths could reach with kisses of adoration. Some sucking marks and leaving bites of their own.

“Your so cute boss.” panted flug, gazing down at him with nothing short of pure love and affection before kissing him again tender and sweet before collapsing on top of him and snuggling into his chest.

More immortals lose themselves chasing the ever fickle love of humans. I knew this. Hell I’d bore witness to it time and time again. Laughing and jeering at others of my kind as they fell to their demise from chasing the ever elusive beast that was a human’s heart. Oh how cunning and cruel a mistress irony was indeed.

And still here I was ever the fool laying, quite literally, at the feet of said proverbial beast. Welcoming with open arms not only the ruin and destruction of my good reputation as a demon but the desolation of my heart as well should flug ever decide to crush me, hurt me so detrimentally that I might not ever recover.

But it was too late. I was hopelessly and irrevocably in love with Flug. No other would do. My traitorous heart was set.

“My heart is not but a sacrificial lamb for slaughter, to be devoured by the insatiable hunger of your love.” I whispered against flug’s temple as he lay in my arms already fast asleep, our bodies a tangled heap of limbs. “For not even death can part us now beloved. And god help any who think to try.”

[silverofthunder]

☆ plan for us ☆ part 2

Papa Emeritus I x GN Reader

summary: Primo takes Reader to the gardens and has a little surprise for them.

! This is kind of a continuation piece for THIS, but works as a separate one, too. !

content: 815 words, fluff, romance, slice of life, SFW

Here we go again! More Primo fluff as I really need some cute stuff on my blog etc. This is kind of cliche but I love cliches so... This got a bit longer than planned but hey, I'm getting my flow back, so yay! Hope you enjoy this little piece. ♡

You were walking through the gardens with Primo, hands intertwined, anticipation bubbling within you. The sun was shining high above and the scent of flowers, summer, was almost heady. You let your gaze wander around, taking in the colourful sea of flowers as you walked along the sandy path. As always, it was so beautiful. You had walked there countless times alone and with Primo, yet the sight never ceased to amaze you.

Usually, when you were walking together, you spoke of something but this time you had been quiet for the whole time. You could sense and see that Primo was getting more nervous, his hand squeezing your hand every now and then and his palm feeling warmer and sweatier.

”Hey, old man, relax a bit,” you tried to lighten the mood and gently nudged Primo with your body. Primo rolled his eyes but you could see the faintest of smile on his lips.

”You are more nervous than usual,” you stated. ”I’m starting to think that whatever you have planned, it’s something quite big. And serious.”

”Amore…”

”Yes, I know, I’ll see it soon.”

Silence fell between you two as you continued walking along the path. Eventually you reached the spot that was one of your favorites – it was also the spot where you two had shared your first kiss. You let out a sigh as Primo stepped in front of you.

”Close your eyes.”

”Okay, what --”

”Just close them, please.”

”Okay,” you said, finally closing your eyes.

You heard Primo walking farther and soon coming back, then giving you permission to open your eyes. You did so and saw Primo holding a red rose close to you. But it wasn’t the only thing. There, in the midst of the rose petals, was something shiny and you reached out to take it, your mouth falling open when you realized it was a ring.

”Primo…” you said, staring at the ring on your hand. Then you felt a hand on your cheek and your gaze moved up, meeting Primo’s eyes.

”Amore…” he spoke softly, his thumb caressing your cheek. ”Will you marry me?”

Your heart fluttered in your chest while your head was full of thoughts as what has just happened tried to sink in. You had expected something big and serious and this surely was both.

”I… Yes, yes!” you finally gave your answer, taking the ring and slipping it to your finger. The look in Primo’s eyes softened, a proper smile rising to his lips and you just had to lean in and give him a quick a kiss. Then you took the rose that Primo was still holding in his other hand and pressed it against your nose, breathing in the scent. Primo wrapped his arms around your shoulders, leaning his forehead against yours.

”You’re such a sappy old man,” you stated softly, making Primo laugh quietly.

”All thanks to you.”

Now you understood why Primo had had some doubts. You had never really talked about marriage – at least not properly. It had been on like ’it’s possible but not necessary’ side of the things. And you knew Primo was worried about his age and your age gap sometimes. You had also had your own moments of doubts but in the end you hadn’t wanted anything to come between your happiness.

Besides, you never knew how much time you would have left, no matter what the situation was.

”I hope your not having second thoughts,” Primo finally broke the silence, pulling slightly back so that he could look at you. You sighed, shaking your head.

”No, I’m not. I just… I never thought this would happen.”

”I could say the same,” Primo said, dropping his other hand down and taking your hand – the one with the ring – in his, brushing his thumb over the ring. ”You know, I was close to not to do this but my brothers knocked some sense into me as you would say.”

A wide grin rose to your lips. ”Of course they did.”

”Sometimes they’re not that bad,” Primo admitted smiling. ”They really have a soft spot for you.”

You hummed, shrugging. ”I guess so.”

For a moment you looked at each other and then Primo pulled you in a kiss. It was slow and sweet and you couldn’t help but sigh into it. You could feel all the love and happiness poured into it and it made your heart soar. You wrapped your arms around Primo, not caring how being close to him would only make you even more warm.

When you finally parted, you smiled at Primo and then rested your head against his chest while he buried his face into your hair and whispered a soft ’I love you’ in Italian.

You repeated those words and hugged him tighter, hoping that you two had a long way to go together yet.

[fel0ny-01]

(I know it’s November but I’m so excited for Christmas and I just had this pop into my head.)

So canonically soap dies towards the end of November, which means that he doesn’t get to spend Christmas with the 141 which is devastating. (It hurts me so much) but I keep putting it into the perspective of last Christmas by Wham.

Simon gave his heart to Johnny way before all this happened, and Johnny treasured it, cared for it and made sure it was safe always. It made Simon feel safe and loved.

But when Johnny ‘dies’, so his heart is unprotected and fragile, and it’s up to Simon to make sure it’s safe because he can’t trust it with anyone else anymore. (He blames himself for Johnny’s death 100%)

I’m going to use my English literature qualification to look into the lyrics of the song for a second.

“I keep my distance but you still catch my eye” This line, basically sums up what I think is the entire relationship of Johnny and Simon just before they got together. Simon doesn’t want his heart to get hurt and Johnny wants to get closer, but he’s not gonna pry because obviously Simon’s got his own issues. Eventually, he’s waiting for Simon to come to him which he does.

Fast forward to November 2023, where the whole Makarov situation is happening, and Johnny dies, (supposedly). So Simon is so torn up about this, and he feels like he has to put on that stonecold demeanour because Johnny was basically the key to his heart. And that key is gone, his Johnny is gone.

(So of course the “but the very next day you gave it away” doesn’t entirely apply to the situation, but it does make Simon feel like his heart has been broken once again by someone he loves leaving him.)

“This year to save me from tears, I’ll give it to someone special” and that ‘special’ (he wouldn’t think so) person is himself, the Ghost, not Simon, because he can’t trust anyone else to look after his heart like Johnny did.

Christmas is a lonely time that year.

Fast forward to like 2024, when they’re trying to take down Makarov and they are being joined by this mystery man that Kate has somehow gotten in contact with, and Simon’s hackles are standing on end. He doesn’t know this man, he struggles to trust after everything that’s happened, but some horrible familiar feeling fills his body as he watches the man step out of Nik’s Helicopter.

“Tell me baby do you recognise me? Well it’s been a year, it doesn’t surprise me.”

And that’s Johnny, who is in fact alive, speaking to Simon looking completely different, one eye gone, a eyepatch to cover lack thereof, the awful scar on either side of his head, but the same stupid Mohawk that Simon thought he’d never see again.

Bonus Scene:

Simon going to the Scottish Highlands that Christmas, directly referencing the line:

“Happy Christmas, I wrapped it up and sent it, With a note saying "I love you", I meant it”

He leaves a note where they spread his ashes, and he leaves a present, and he might even open it himself, and like explain to Johnny why he got it for him. And the present is like one of those build it yourself ornament bomb, or something like that, something that Johnny would laugh out; but you know that he’d spend hours on in his room just so that he could make Simon smile.

Extra Bonus Scene:

That Christmas of 2024 the 141 is back together again and everyone’s either passed out drunk or they’ve gone to bed, Simon and Johnny are the only ones up and there’s like an extra little gift there addressed to Johnny. Simon picks it out, Johnny’s giving him this confused look because he swore it wasn’t there before.

“Wha’s tha’, Simon?”

And he just opens the box and it’s a ring.

“I didn’t get to ask before.”

Cue a lot of tears and a lot of ‘yes’s.

[fortifice]

There’s a parade, & despite her guardians telling her to stay put, a little girl no older than four or five runs up to Gepard and tugs on his cape. “Mister Captain!” She peers up at him with bright green eyes, still missing several adult teeth which hadn’t grown in yet. “You fought with my big brother! He used to talk about it how you’re the bravest, loyalest soldier ever, and a good friend too!”

She hesitates for a moment before hugging his leg. “I miss my big brother Alex… but I know he’d want me to be strong, just like he was! And you!” She hands him a bunny plush, patchwork and clearly well loved. “That’s Bonnie. Take good care of her, okay? She keeps bad dreams away, so you should be safe with her! Thanks for being a good friend to my brother!” She gives him a clumsy attempt at a salute.

It was a day of mourning, only those who donned the Silvermane guard liveries wore morose expressions, even if they were tempered into decorum grief still wore away at them. The Supreme Guardian would christen it a celebration, they were commemorating their fallen brethren with celebration, no matter how Gepard attempted to remove himself from the throes of guilt and loss he still felt incongruous to those chanting and cheering in their wake. It was one foot and then another, each stride was laden with anguish, harder than the last, it was a march toward the gallows and every single person was raising their voices in reverence. He prided himself in his faith, it was unfaltering, he knew the Supreme Guardian always steered them with Belobog’s best interest in her heart but now he felt almost entirely lost. He’s wrenched from that hibernal, white place in the back of his mind when tiny, grasping hands wrap themselves into his cape and a light tug brings him back to reality. It was a child, no older than five or six, she smiles up at him with her wide, toothless grin and says thank you. He thinks his world could have ruptured, that the darkness that sat at his periphery could have surged forth and swallowed him whole, he’s stunned to silence, only for a moment. He smiles, it’s warm but distant, despite the parade and its continued trooping through the streets he steps aside, kneeling before the girl as she brings out a rather loved looking rabbit and offers it to him, it was heartfelt in a way that only children could be, his world shudders a little. A firm, yet amicable hand rests on her shoulder, her salute eases something glacial and aching within him. “ Your brother would be so proud of you, he was a good man, a friend to all, we were lucky to have met him.” how can they go on like this, the words feel brittle even if he holds them steady. “ I’ll keep bonnie safe, you have my word.”  and he rests his hand over his heart in his own vow to that child, these were the people they were fighting to protect, even in the wake of all their losses he steeled himself for them, because they deserved to live, to be happy. The war within himself was inconsequential then because this child thanked him and no words of recognition from anyone else could have held such weight. He thinks that if he has this bunny by his side perhaps he too will no longer be plagued with nights of horror, he holds the bunny up and makes it do a salute to the girl, smiling. “ thank you.”

[because-she-goes]

i’m here with you

warnings: anxiety/panic, annoying ass drunk men, drinking for a split second, shitty friends, Matty being her comfort person. Enjoy!

author’s note: lots of talk about anxiety, panic attacks and mental health issues if these make you feel unsafe please find something else of mine to read! Anxiety/panic attacks effect everyone differently, this is just based on my own experience with it. reader discretion is advised.

Nora walked, no stumbled, in the door. Not thinking of her husband sleeping peacefully on the couch, getting too sleepy to stay up waiting for her any longer. Mascara just starting to run down her cheeks. Tears flooding her eyes. Mind in a panic.

Maybe it was the 7th shot of tequila, maybe it was her friends ignoring her all night, maybe it was the creepy guy in the baseball hat staring at her the whole night. Maybe it was the guy laughing at her lame joke too loudly, hoping to make her feel better, but just making her feel small and weak. Either way, she feels…off.

Knots and twists in her stomach becoming more intricate, skin crawling in fear, a cold sweat forming in beads across her hairline.

“Matty! Matty! Matty, where are you?” She calls, now on her heels with knees bent, head in her hands. Totally de-compensating now. He jolts up, a chill shooting up his back. He has rarely heard her say his name like that, hell he hasn’t even seen her this scared in the 3 years of their marriage.

“Baby? Is everything okay? What is happening? Are you hurt?” He scrolls through every worst case scenario in his mind, a frenzy taking over him. He makes his way quickly to her. Seeing her like this in their entryway shatters his heart.

“Matty, I dont know what the fuck is happening. I feel like I can’t breathe. God fuck, I’m scared.” She pants in his direction, now fully sitting on the ground with her hands trying to feel and ground her to anything in reality. And in that moment, they share a look. Her normally warm bright eyes, now a cold almost black and filled to the brim with tears and bloodshot veins creep towards her pupils.

His eyes however are droopy, tired and filled with sadness, fear and empathy. He knows what is going on without her even acknowledging it. She used to have them before they got married, when she would have nightmares about her ex. That fucking prick. She must’ve blocked it out from her memory.

He takes her in his arms and cradles her gently. Slowly rocking her back and forth rhythmically. She is now sobbing, a patch on his shirt damp with her tears.

“It’s okay, baby. I’m here, I will always be here.” He attempts, trying to remain the strong one in this scenario. “How about we go upstairs, cuddle on the couch and I’ll make you that honey lemon sleepy tea you love.” He offers weakly, voice breaking as he tries not to cry.

“Okay… just stay with me yeah?” she meekly agrees between cries. He lifts her easily and bridal carries her up stairs to their comfy couch, laying her down gently then kissing her forehead. He sits next to her, pulling the blanket at their feet up and over her shoulders and wraps his arms around her softly.

“Wanna talk or just sit for a bit? I’m fine with whatever, as long as you feel okay.” He asks, but trying not to pry. Her crying now slowed into sniffles. She pushes her body closer to him, face going in the crook of his neck and inhaling the comforting scent of lavender and mint with just the remnants of cigarette smoke. She sighs, finally feeling the stress and anxiety melt away just from being with him.

“I think we can talk more about it tomorrow. Just felt alone and invisible the whole night. Plus this guy-“ He stops her.

“What fucking guy? Where is he?” Matty already planning to absolutely annihilate the man who caused her so much pain. Bat to the knees? No. Screaming? No. Pummeling. Yup, plan made.

“He’s nobody. Don’t worry, just was a drunk asshole.” She states plainly, already seeing the gears turn in Matty’s brain. “I’m fine, honey. I feel better already, I promise. You’re presence alone helps.” She quickly adds, telling the truth.

“Okay, let me go make that tea for you. Wanna put on some Bob Ross? I know that used to help.” He gently suggests, already working his way to the kitchen and pulling out the tea supplies with her favorite mug. A few short minutes later, the anxiety and panic has drifted away. Nora sipping her tea wrapped in the blankets and watching Bob Ross paint a forest. One that reminds her of the pine scented candle Matty lights for her while on tour sometimes as she sits in the quiet green room, watching him perform on the monitor. Her little zen den, he adoringly calls it. The crew kindly sets it up for her at the venues if she is having a hard mental day.

She hears him singing a tune quietly next to her, drifting to sleep. She then recognizes it as the song his Dad used to sing for his mom… “Don’t Worry.”

Finally, at peace. The last thought she has before succumbing to the sandman is how lucky she is to have him. Her comfort person. Her Matty.