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halfway-happyyy · 1 year

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into gold II {rooster bradshaw}

synopsis: rooster bradshaw’s emotional baggage could fill a cargo container ten times over. he is the single father of a precocious and bubbly six-year-old, and despite his best efforts, has fallen head over heels for someone arguably more damaged than him- his daughter’s first grade teacher.

characters- bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw, frankie bradshaw, female ooc scout wallis (she/her pronouns)

or- the one where scout falls for Frankie before she falls for rooster.

word count- 2400+

read part 1 here

When Rooster allows himself a couple of rare moments to reflect on Sunday morning, it’s easy to feel blue about the state of all things. But then Frankie will tell him a joke she heard at school:

-What does a cloud wear under his raincoat?

I haven’t the faintest idea, Frankie.

-Thunderpants!

Or she’ll hand him a photo she drew of him in his… F/A-18? Or she’ll curl into his side in front of the television and fall asleep. And he'll know then, without a doubt, that he is the luckiest man in the world. He’s reminded of this fact as he rolls to a halt in front of Penny’s house. The beautiful sound of Frankie’s laughter floats in on the breeze through the Bronco’s open windows and makes him smile. He watches sheer joy bloom on her face as Maverick plays with her in the front yard, and something heavy tugs on his heartstrings.

You should be here, dad.

Rooster exits the car to lean against the passenger door, not wanting to ruin their moment just yet.

“Papa!”

Frankie catches sight of her father and bolts from Maverick’s embrace to run into Rooster’s outstretched arms, and he reckons there’s no better feeling in the universe. He holds her to him, peppering the top of her head with dozens of kisses.

“Hi papa,” Frankie’s cheeks are rosy and she’s breathless from play.

“Hi Frankie. Did you miss me?”

She nods fervently, circling her tiny arms tighter around him.

“But you had fun with Mav and Penny, right?”

Frankie nods again.

“Well, well, well. You certainly look like you had a good weekend.” Maverick surveys the sight of Rooster with a wry smile.

The younger pilot laughs sheepishly and scratches at the back of his head. “There’s a reason I never really go out with those guys anymore.”

Maverick’s laughter is booming. “You deserved it, kid.” His gaze drifts to Frankie’s and he bends down to her level. “Go see Pen about some cookies before you leave, Frank. She just made a batch of fresh ones.”

Frankie squeezes Rooster’s hand and dashes off in the direction of the front door.

“You bringing her down to the beach?” Maverick asks.

Rooster nods. “Dogfight football Sundays are her favourite. Will we see you there?”

“Penny and I wouldn’t miss it.” Maverick affirms.

His expression is unreadable; Rooster gets the feeling he’s about to ask him something, when Frankie bursts from the house, her tiny hands laden with two bulging Ziploc bags of homemade chocolate chunk cookies.

“Looks like you won the jackpot, Frank.” Rooster muses and watches her place the cookies carefully into her green dinosaur backpack. “Well, we should probably head out sweetheart. Did you thank Mav and Penny for hanging out with you this weekend?”

The elder pilot bends down so that Frankie can wrap her arms around his neck. “We had a good time didn’t we, Frank?”

“Yeah Mav!” She grins and plants a sloppy kiss on his stubbled cheek.

“Don’t get too carried away with your goodbyes, Frank. Mav and Penny are meeting us at the beach in a little bit.”

Rooster watches her beautiful blue eyes widen in sheer delight.

“Dogfight football!” She squeals and doesn’t waste a second before jumping into the back of the waiting Bronco.

“You’re late, Bradshaw!” Jake yells an hour later and is about to rib him some more, but he falters when he notices Frankie in tow behind him. “Well, if it ain't Frank the Tank!” He jogs to where they’re standing and gathering her into his arms, spins her around in dizzying cirlces. The girlish trill of her laughter fills the humid saltwater air around them.

Rooster marvels at how well Jake does with children and reckons with a wry smile, that perhaps there’s still hope for the elder pilot yet.

“I’m wearing the boots you got me!” Frankie exclaims, excitedly.

Jake bends down to get a good look at the fire-engine red cowboy boots he had picked up for her on his last trip home to Austin.

“So you are, and might I add that they have never looked more stunning on anyone else before.”

Frankie’s cheeks glow pink- she’s about to say something else when she notices Scout a little way beyond the crowd and her eyes widen in delighted surprise.

“Miss Wallis!”

Scout’s eyes light up when she catches sight of her, and she raises a hand in greeting. “Hi Frankie!”

Rooster hadn’t considered her being there; figures that if he had known, he might have thought twice about coming. Especially with Frankie.

“What on Earth are you doing at dogfight football, Miss Wallis?” Frankie’s chest heaves from running through the sand to get to her.

Scout catches Rooster’s gaze for a second and he remembers instantly, the feeling of her hand in his two nights ago and how it felt like he’d known her for years instead of a mere couple of hours, and it’s all he can do not to gather Frankie in his arms and take her back home.

To spare them both heartache that would ensue sooner or later.

“Well, a little birdie flew by and told me that there was going to be a football game on the beach today, and I figured maybe I should drop by to cheer everyone on. What do you think?”

“I think that’s a good idea, Miss Wallis. Can we do it together?”

“I’d like that, Frankie.” Scout beams widely and holds out her hand for Frankie to take, which she accepts happily.

Despite the girls' enthusiastic cheering, a grueling hour passes beneath the relentless San Diego sun, and Rooster (out of breath and embarrassingly sunburnt) is the first to admit that he’s played better games. Jake and Coyote take turns teasing him mercilessly about it, but he can’t seem to take his eyes off Scout and Frankie gallivanting up and down the beach like a couple of old friends. Frankie picks out shells and rocks that strike her fancy, and Scout drops them into the pockets of her sundress for safe keeping.

When Frankie catches up with Rooster and Penny a mile down the beach, she’s breathless with triumph. “You’ll never guess how many shells I found, Papa. Look at this one,” She whispers and opens her tiny palm to reveal a miniscule, speckled cowrie shell.

“That’s a pretty cool one, Frank. You'll have to add it it to your collection." Rooster eyes Scout’s dress, which had been knee-length thirty minutes ago, and was now hanging around her ankles, the hem of it damp from sand and saltwater. "Did you thank Miss Wallis for hanging onto them for you?”

“I did, Papa. Can I go show some of my shells to Bob and Phoenix?” Rooster nods and watches Frankie bound away, her red boots kicking up a sandstorm as she disappears down the beach.

Scout clears her throat. “For what it’s worth, I think it’s why they make these dresses with such deep pockets.”

Rooster turns to her then; wishes for a moment that fate had intervened seven years earlier, instead of two days ago.

There’s no such thing as ‘right person, wrong time’ Bradley. The right person will never come along at the wrong time.

He hears his mother’s voice so clearly some days, it’s as if she’s still around somewhere.

“I never got to thank you for Friday night.” Scout finally offers.

Rooster frowns. “What for?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard such a fantastic rendition of a Jerry Lee Lewis song. It’s like you were born to play it.”

Rooster muses at how close she came to the mark. “I don’t have very many memories of childhood before the age of six, but my old man used to love that song.” They wander back to the group of pilots and significant others that had elected to stay after the game for the bonfire.

Jake's busy tossing the football back and forth to Coyote, but when he notices Scout, he winks and asks, "How'd I look out there, Wallis?"

She’s about to respond but Phoenix beats her to it, her tone deapan. “Like a magnet for melanoma, Bagman.”

A chorus of laughter erupts, and all Jake can do is roll his eyes and say, “It seems we have a comedian in our midst, friends.”

“You looked a picture of unbridled athleticism, honey.” Scout giggles by way of putting the flames out, and drops into a seat next to Maverick.

Rooster takes this opportunity to introduce the two. “Maverick, this is Scout Wallis. She just so happens to be Frankie's teacher."

The delicate creases next to the elder pilot’s eyes deepen as he offers her a wide beam. “So, it’s you we have to thank for the plethora of silly jokes Frankie likes to tell us.”

Scout’s cheeks redden before she offers a sheepish shrug. “It turns out that in the state of California, bad jokes are a prerequisite for primary schoolteachers.”

Maverick’s laugh is hearty and booming, but when it subsides, his expression is thoughtful. “In all seriousness though, you’re doing a wonderful job with her.”

“The pleasure is all mine, Captain. Frankie is a dream to have in the classroom.”

If Maverick wonders how Scout knew to refer to him by his naval rank, he makes no mention of it. Rooster, however, does wonder. He's about to ask her about it when Penny leans over and says, “You were at the Hard Deck on Friday night, weren’t you?”

Oh shit.

Maverick’s eyebrows rise in mild amusement.

“I was yeah,” Scout admits. “I had the pleasure of a very special performance.” She winks at Rooster who fights the urge to drop his gaze.

“Let me guess, he hit you with the old tried and true, Great Balls of Fire?”

“He sure did,” Penny laughs. “Had the whole bar in a tizzy.”

“His dad used to play that song on the piano like his life depended on it.” Maverick murmurs, by way of explanation.

Rooster could see the wheels turning behind those beautiful eyes of hers again, and where he had never easily shared any part of himself with Frankie’s mother, he was struck suddenly by the want to share every part of himself with Scout. This notion made him uncomfortable for a multitude of reasons; least not of which was because his best friend, who seemed just as crazy about her as he was, was only a couple of feet away.

“I take it there’s history between the two of you?” Scout's voice shatters the muddled silence.

Rooster laughs and glances sideways at the surrogate-father figure before him. “Yeah, something like that.”

The night unfolds the way in which Sunday nights often do for Rooster and Frankie: with an abundance of friends and family, the warm salty air a salve for their souls. Frankie and Scout take a couple of turns throwing the football back and forth; Rooster notices the spiral Scout has on her and grows even more bewitched by the woman before him. When she’s had enough for the night, she drops into a seat next to Penny, their quiet chatter a soothing comparison to the hoots and hollers of the pilots around them.

A little while later, Frankie (exhausted from the day’s events, and with a stomach full of sparkling water and hotdogs) wanders over to where Scout’s seated, climbs onto her lap, and promptly falls asleep. Rooster watches Scout’s arms instinctively circle his daughter’s slumbering figure, and a chunk of ice the size of texas chips away from his heart. With a slight pang, he knows their time to leave has arrived.

“You’ll be hard-pressed to pry them apart, Bradshaw.” Jake’s Southern drawl is thicker under the weight of the couple of beers he had under his belt.

“Don’t I know it.” Rooster sighs and pushes himself from his seat to wander over to where Frankie and Scout are. He drops down into the sand in front of Frankie to rub the flat of his palm over her small back.

“Is it time to go?” Scout whispers.

Rooster nods and waits a second for Frankie to stir. “Come on Frank, it’s time to go home to bed.”

His daughter opens her eyes, her expression stupefied from the weight of sleep. “I don’t want to, Papa.” She pleads.

Rooster kisses the top of her head. “I know, sweetheart, but it's time.” She lets him lift her into his arms without any more fuss. It only takes a second before he feels the steady rise and fall of her chest against his shoulder to know that she’s back to sleep. He turns to Scout, not wanting to say goodbye but accepting the inevitable. “It was a pleasure seeing you again today.”

Scout gazes up at him. “The pleasure was all mine, Rooster. She’s a great kid.”

It’s only after they’ve returned home for the evening, Frankie tucked into bed, and his own eyelids fighting the lulling tug of sleep that he remembers Frankie’s precious shells. He makes a mental note to text Jake about them tomorrow. He lets his mind drift back to that wondrous woman before sleep settles in for good; wonders again how she knew Maverick’s rank, and how she possesses an ease to military life that most civilians don’t usually have.

Maverick stops by the next morning for coffee before Frankie’s awake for the day.

“There’s something going on between you and Frankie’s teacher.” His tone is mild and lacks any accusation.

“Well you certainly are direct this morning, aren’t you?” Rooster takes a deep sip from his mug, savoring the slightly bitter taste of the roasted beans on his tongue, before he answers no.

Maverick shifts in his chair. “But you’d like there to be?”

Rooster hesitates before nodding.

“You have to tread carefully here, kid. Frankie’s crazy about her.”

And so is Jake Seresin.

“Yeah well, Jake beat me to it, so there isn’t much else to say.”

Maverick’s viridian gaze twinkles knowingly in the light pouring in through the kitchen window, giving his head an almost imperceptible half-shake. “The feeling was mutual, Rooster. Everyone knew it.”

They sit in silence for a moment before Rooster asks, “Did you wonder how she knew to call you Captain? You weren’t wearing anything that gave you away.”

Maverick finishes the rest of his coffee and sets the mug down against the wooden tabletop. “What did you say her last name was?”

“Wallis.”

“She teaches at Mason elementary?”

Rooster nods.

Maverick shifts again in his seat and closes his eyes as if he were sifting through a mental rolodex of memories. “I believe her husband was top of his class at NAS Fallon in 2016. A truly great fighter pilot.”

Rooster blanches. “She's married?”

Maverick grows somber. “He died in enemy combat almost five years ago now.”

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tuckersucks · 5 years

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broflovski aint got nothin on me and thats a rock fact

#OOC | He’s the luckiest kid in the world.#This is a poorly delivered punchline so i hope u enjoy the effort i put into i #t #kyle smells like cereal pass it on

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doyouevenshipbr0 · 6 years

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gruvia drabble

~gruvia week: day 2// surprise~

author's note: damn me posting for 2 gruvia days in a row?! crazy shit lmao. get ready for some gruvia fam fluff kiddies!!! and ok listen ik that only one gruvia baby is actually canon (well, canon enough ig) but theres NO WAY u can convince me Juvia didn't try to have a million babies w gray. i jus aint buyin it sorry! and its a liiiil ooc i cant lie but like at this point theyve been married for a bunch of yrs so their dynamic haa to change at least a lil bit. ok enjoy!!! love u all!!!:)

Gray groaned as he rubbed his rough hand against his stiff neck, letting some cold air seep through his palms to ease the pain for even just a moment.

"I'm gettin' too old for this shit." Gray huffed jokingly to himself as he held his head low, walking his way back to his house. He had gone on a two week long mission, and it completely drained him. He didn't go on missions longer than a week very often, and his aching body was certainly a result of that.

He approached his home and turned the nob to the front door, and he felt his fingers bend in pain. This job really gave him a run for his money, that was for sure.

When Gray wasn't met with an instant greeting, he was a bit thrown off, but didn't think much of it. He made is way down the hall and into his kitchen.

"Surprise!" Juvia and his kids shouted in unison. The three of them all had big proud smiles on their faces which were all identical.

"Wha-" Gray's eyes widened and his mouth gaped open. On the table sat a cake that read "Best Dad Ever" which looked very similar to a certain eight year old's hand writing that he knew. Behind them was a banner with bold letters that said "Welcome Back!" with a present under it.

"What's all this?" His voice was dry from the shock.

"It's Father's Day, Gray-sama" Juvia replied with a pretty smile.

The day completely slipped his mind. He was so worn out from his mission that he kind of lost his concept of time. Truthfully, he couldn't gave said what day of the week it even was. Regardless, Gray felt himself overcome with an immense amount of joy.

Juvia bent down in between the heights of their son and daughter. "You guys can go hug your father now. The surprise part is over." She hummed.

In the next instant there was a child and a toddler hurling themselves at Gray. They met him with great impact as one clung to his waist and the other to his leg.

"Whoa, hey." Gray chuckled and reciprocated both hugs. "I missed you guys."

"We missed you too, Dad! And oh, you gotta' tell me all about it!" Storm let go of Gray first. "Did you beat all the bad guys?! How big were they?! Did you do your ice devil slayer stuff?!" He spoke a mile a minute, eyes gleaming with wonder and admiration for his father.

"Yes, huge, and yes." Gray looked down at his son with a grin on his face. "I'll give you the details after I rest a bit, ok?" Gray ruffled a hand through Storm's navy blue waves on his head as he pouted in disappointment.

"Did you freeze them, Daddy?" Gray looked lower at his daughter who was still wrapped around his leg. He scooped her up and brought her to his hip.

"Sure did." He smiled.

Neva's big black eyes widened in awe. "And you did the hair thing?"

Juvia and Gray both chuckled. She was referring to his hair sticking up when he used his devil slayer magic.

"Yes, raindrop. My hair did the thing."

"Can you do it?!" Neva perked up.

"Yeah, dad, do the thing!" Storm tugged at his arm.

"Daddy just got back from a big mission, and he's very tired." Juvia walked over to them and brushed a hand through Neva's deep blue locks.

"Aww!" Both kids groaned together.

"Weren't you just saying how excited you were for cake?" Juvia said sweetly to Neva.

"Oh, yeah! Cake time!" Neva squirmed and Gray set her on the ground, and sure enough she sprinted to the cake.

"Storm, why don't you go get daddy's present?" Juvia Kissed the top of her son's head, and he did as he was told.

Once the kids were preoccupied for a moment, Juvia turned to Gray, and her face softened.

"Juvia missed you very much, Gray-sama." She quickly wrapped her arms around his neck, causing Gray to stumble back into a wall, earning a rush of pain to his back.

Gray groaned as he caught his balance and stepped away from the wall, finally putting an arm around Juvia's waist. "And I thought I was done with getting my ass kicked." He scoffed.

Juvia giggled. "Juvia will take that as an 'I miss you too.'" She pressed a kiss on Gray's lips.

Juvia turned an began walking away and gray lowered his hand, discreetly pulling her close to him.

"I'll let you know how much I missed you later." He whispered as he grabbed a little more tightly on her side. Red rushed to Juvia's face, earning a content grin from Gray.

"Juvia will hold you to that." She whispered back, flipped her hair, and began to walk away as Gray watched, still with the same grin on his face.

"Have a seat, dear." Juvia finished her way to the table and pulled out a chair for Gray to sit in, and he followed.

"Damn, what did I do to get treated like royalty?" Gray joked, but on the inside he was boasting.

"Language!" Juvia wagged her finger. "And you are the best husband and father ever. This is the least we could do." She smiled. Gray reached out onto the table and took Juvia's hand, squeezing it.

"Look, Storm did the words on the cake!" Neva's pale face lit up as she pointed to the dessert.

"So that's why it looks like chicken scratch." Gray snorted.

"Hey!" Storm objected as he put the present on the table.

"I'm joking, buddy." Gray grinned and pulled his son in for a hug. "It looks great."

"Well, Mom made it from scratch, so it was really all her." Storm gestured to his mother.

"Then we're in for a treat. Mom's a great cook." Gray looked right at Juvia, causing her to blush.

"I helped too, Daddy!" Neva hopped off her chair and ran over to Gray.

"Oh you did?" Gray picked up the three year old and sat her on his lap. "Then it'll be even better." He playfully began kissing at her cheek, causing Neva to shriek with laughter.

"Ok, ok, Mommy can't wait." Juvia exclaimed, interrupting. "Open your present now." Juvia clapped and nudged the bag towards Gray.

"Sheesh someone's eager." Gray raised a brow.

"Just open it, Dad." Storm nagged excitedly, sounding eerily similar to Juvia.

"Alright, alright." Gray gave in. He turned to Neva who was still perched on his leg. "You wanna' help Daddy?" He asked.

Neva responded with a violent shake of her hair, making her curls swing back and forth.

"No?" Gray was surprised. She was rather nosy, so he was expecting an instant yes.

"Just for you." Neva insisted.

"Well, ok." Gray turned back to the bag, and reached in.

He felt something very soft and pulled it out, and in his hand was a blue knitted scarf.

"Juvia knows you still wear the one I made all those years ago, but, it doesn't hurt to have two." She smiled and shrugged. "And this one's special since the kids helped me."

Once taking a closer look, he could see where the technical things on the scarf started to become inconsistent. It didn't matter though. He loved the scarf.

Gray paused and looked at the scarf, and then at his beautiful family. His wife and kids were the absolute best thing that happened to him, and he didn't know what he did to deserve them. He had to do everything in his power to fight back tears. Damn, they really made him a softy. He didn't mind, though. They also made him the happiest man alive.

"I love it." Gray announced and instantly wrapped it around his neck. "Thank you guys so much." Gray brought his kids in for a hug as a grin was plastered on his face.

"Don't forget to read the card." Juvia inquired.

Gray broke the hole from his kids and reached into the bag to find an envelope. He opened it and the card read "Happy Father's Day!". The inside had little pictures that the kids drew and Gray chuckled while looking at them.

The bottom was signed, "Love, Mommy, Storm, Neva, & Baby Fullbuster."

Gray froze. He looked down at the card, rereading the signatures over and iver again. Once he finally decided he was sure of what he read, he looked straight up at a very anxious Juvia, and his jaw was on the floor.

"A-are you..?" Gray felt something well up in his throat.

Juvia couldn't hold it in any longer. She responded with a vigorous nod. Gray carefully placed Neva on the ground and instantly jumped up and hugged his wife, giving her a little spin off the ground.

"You're pregnant?!" Gray's voice was light, and he felt his eyes sting with those tears he was trying to hold back.

"Yep." Juvia bit her lip in a smile and placed her hand onto her belly.

He looked back at his children. "And did you guys know this whole time?!"

They responded with uncontrollable giggles amongst each other. Gray smiled and ran over to them, scooping them both off the ground and playfully threw them over his back.

"You think you can just keep secrets from your old man like that?!" He jested, and the kids responded in fits of laughing.

Gray finally set them down. "How far along are you?"

"Porlyusica says about seven weeks." Juvia's hand remained on her stomach.

"Wow." Gray finally let out a breath. He took another look at his glowing wife and kids. "You guys really know how to throw a welcome back party." He let out an airy laugh and was so overwhelmed he felt a tear leak out of his eye, and he did his best to nonchalantly wipe it away.

"Want some cake, Daddy?" Neva tugged on his pant leg.

"I would love some." He grinned.

"I'll get you a slice!" Storm quickly hurried to the cake.

"Be careful, sweetie." Juvia followed him over and made sure he didn't cut any fingers off.

At this point, Gray was certain he was the luckiest guy in the world.

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staliafanfics · 8 years

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Adore you

Requested by: @browniegirl104 (like 4 months ago lmao. Sorry it took so long!)

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Adore: a·dore (ə-dôr′) verb. To love someone very much, especially in a way that shows a lot of admiration or respect, or to like something very much.

“Stiles, can I ask you something?” They were sitting in the hood of the jeep after another day of fighting villains, relaxing. They’d escaped from the others with the excuse that they were fixing the Jeep and instead had driven to the lookout to have a time for themselves.

It was a clear night, the moon shining so bright and soft music playing on the jeep’s radio. A perfect night, Malia thought.

She was resting her head in Stiles’ chest. She liked to hear the steady beat of his heart. It always made her relax. She knew she’d be able to hear it even if she weren’t in that position, but she liked it better this way. It made her feel closer to him.

“Sure, what is it?” He replied, eyes closed, hands loosely brushing her hair.

“What— What do you like about me?” Malia asked with a little hesitation. She’d been thinking about this for some time now, but had been too nervous to actually ask. She hadn’t wanted to know his answer, reason unknown to her. But, finally getting the courage, she’d decided she’d inquired.

“What?” It was obvious that the question had taken him by surprise, for his heart had skipped a beat and was starting to go faster.

Malia raised her head slightly so she could face him, but his eyes were still closed. She stayed in that position anyway and explained. “I mean—there’re plenty of girls way better than me. I’m not the prettiest nor smartest girl in the town, so why are you even with me?” She didn’t know why she felt like this, but she couldn’t help it. Everyday at school she’d see girls like Lydia or Kira—with their perfect faces, makeup or not, and their wonderful outfits. And, if she was being honest, she was kind of jealous of them. But, of course, they hadn’t been trapped in the body of a coyote for the majority of their teenage years so they’d had time to learn about all those things.

He opened his eyes and looked down at her. “That’s not true, Lia. You’re one of the most beautiful and smartest persons I know.”

She sighed, not quite pleased with his short answer.

Stiles seemed to have picked up on that, because he smiled to himself and continued. "Fine. You wanna know what I like about you?“

"That’s what I said.”

Stiles let out a little laugh at her bluntness. This’d be easy. "Well, let’s see.“ He pretended to think about it for a moment, his finger tapping his chin softly. "For starters, I like how you’re not afraid of saying what’s on your mind. You say what you want to say, no matter where or with whom you are. There’s not filter with you.”

Malia knew that wasn’t completely true. She’d a lot of trouble speaking her mind when it was about things related to her feelings. Or things that made her feel weak in general. She had trouble asking for questions on math class because she didn’t want her classmates to laugh at her; or when she and Kira had sleepovers and her friend started asking about her relationship with Stiles or how she was doing with her father. But she didn’t tell him that. She decided to let him have this one.

He continued. “I like your confidence and way of walking. It’s like you own the entire world. And how fearless you are. I mean, you’ve saved my life countless of times. Hey, It’s like you’re my knight in a shining armor.” He said over excitedly.

Malia couldn’t help but laugh at this statement. “You’re not intimidated by that? Most guys would be.” She teased.

“No way. How many guys can say that their girlfriend is a gorgeous and badass werecoyote? I’m proud of that”, he affirmed, shaking Malia and making her laugh even harder. He soon joined in and the entire forest was filled with the sound of their laughs.

Once they’d gotten their breaths back, he looked at her and carried on. “ I also like your smile. And I like how excited you get when you see something for the first time. I like when you watch movies with me on the couch of the living room, or in my room, or even when we get distracted and don’t watch them,” He raised an eyebrow, and she could feel herself blushing. Hoping he wouldn’t notice, she gave him a slight push on his side.

He chuckled, but immediately continued like it’d never happened. "I like our conversations, because I know I can tell you anything and you’ll not judge. “ He moved a little so she was obligated to stand up. Once up, he cupped her cheek with one hand. "I like when you look at me with those beautiful brown eyes that make me feel like I’m the luckiest guy in the world. I like your lips and how amazing they feel when they touch mine,” as if to prove the point, he leaned over to give her a soft kiss.

Malia thought It felt different, somehow. It wasn’t like their normal kisses— passionate and heated. This one was delicate, lips barely touching each other. It made her stomach feel like there was a storm happening inside of it. It was strange, but she thought she could get used to this feeling.

After a second, he separated. His voice getting hoarse and barely a whisper. “But specially, I like how strong you are. And I don’t mean strong as in ‘physical’ strong; I mean for how much you’ve put up with and are still going: you lost your entire family at a really young age. You were trapped in the body of a coyote for eight whole years, then forced to change back to human again by two stupid kids that wanted to play heroes”, she chuckled.

“You were just trying to help” Malia said softly, remembering their conversation in Eichen House, back when she was so desperate to change back to even hear what he had to say. She was glad she did not longer feel like that. She loved her life as a human, no matter how hard it could get.

“I’m glad you don’t feel like we ruined your life anymore.”

“I guess you could said I’ve gotten quite attached to the stupid guys”, she joked. He gave her a shy smile.

“My point is: You’ve been through so much, Mal, and you still have a smile on your face. You still try your hardest to adapt to the "human” world. And like Scott once said, you study harder than any of us to compensate for all those missing years. And you may not be top of the class, but you’re better at countless of other things.“ He started drawing patterns with his thumb on her cheek.

Malia smiled fondly at him. She liked the way Stiles made her feel. When she was around him, she felt calm. Her mind stopped thinking about all those things that tormented her, and she could relax and just be herself.

He smiled back, stopping for a moment and just looking at her. His eyes explored her entire face— passing from her eyes, to her cheeks, to end up on her lips. He bit his own lips absently. "Hell, Malia. I don’t just 'like’ you. I love you—no, I adore you. You’re one of the best things that’s ever happened to me. You’ve helped me more than anything and anyone could ever had. You were there for me in my darkest times. I could not be grateful enough for you wanting to be with me because, let’s admit it, I can be a piece of shit sometimes and I have a lot of problems. But I’m thankful you saw through all that and still loved me and accepted me for who I was.”

This time it was Malia who leaned forward and connected their lips together, hoping he’d sense how she felt the same way. And judging by the way he started to deepened the kiss, along with his chemo signals going all over the place, she knew he did.

She put her hands behind his neck, pulling him closer to her. He hummed to the touch, rolling over so he was on top of her, resting his body on one of his arms, the other resting behind her neck.

Malia pulled back for a moment and looked at him. “Me too.”

“You too, what?”

“I adore you, too.” She made emphasis on the word, and he grinned, going back to kiss her, and Malia wished this night never came to an end.

A/N

So this was my second fic ever! If you made it this far, Please tell me if you liked it or if it’s too ooc or just bad lol. I promise they will get better… eventually. Also, English is not my first language so sorry for the mistakes.

#stalia fic #stalia oneshot #stalia fanfic #mine #disclaimer:#i don't know how relationships work lol

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intro post 4 the birb boy . finally , you all say with a sign of relief , cosbo didn’t pick up another b.atb character ! shocking i know . & truly this ? was an unexpected character for me to pick up . i’ve never played di.aval but i’ve always loved his part in mal.efic.ent & i’m excited to see how it goes ! anyway , everyone this is devil bird & under the cut you can learn more about him !

WINGS . I NEED YOU TO BE MY WINGS .

diaval has a sharp nose , beady eyes , dark feathery hair , & a laugh that sounds a bit like squawking . raised marks along his neck , chest , & around his eyes also suggest that his skin doesn’t perhaps fit him right . & that would be because it probably doesn’t . diaval , due to a life debt , serves as the raven familiar to maleficent of the moors . he preens under compliments & usually has little to no mind in saying what his opinions are to most . despite this , however , diaval’s vanity is not something grossly egotistical . he is respectful when need be & he doesn’t think himself above others ; he simply does not think himself below others either . he has a good sense of self worth & does not allow others to make him feel insignificant .

SHORT INFO CHEAT SHEET !

everything i have for diaval is based off the storyline of the 2014 maleficent film ! WARNING IF YOU HAVENT SEEN THE 2014 MALEFICENT FILM : THIS WILL CONTAIN SPOILERS FOR THE ENTIRE PLOT OF THE FILM ! if you play a sleeping beauty character’s who’s backstory differs from the maleficent film then we can discuss something ooc but generally i will assume them from an alternate universe from diaval’s .

diaval was once no more than a common raven . then he was caught & nearly killed by a farmer until maleficent saved him by transforming him into a man . for saving his life , diaval pledged his loyalty & servitude to maleficent . after maleficent cursed aurora both she & diaval realized quickly that the pixies , who were sent to raise the princess in the woods , were incompetent in caring for a child & that aurora would die before the curse could even take effect if left alone with the pixies. therefore the two secretly cared for aurora from afar until she finally met them when she was around 14 . maleficent & diaval both developed a parental care for aurora overtime & maleficent even tried in vain to revoke her curse . when aurora eventually did fall under her curse , despite diaval & maleficent’s efforts , it was not prince philip’s kiss that awoke the princess but the motherly kiss on the head from maleficent . when attempting to flee the castle with aurora , stealing her away from her mad king father , the three of them were confronted by king stefan & his men . aurora fled the scene while maleficent transformed diaval into a dragon & they attempted to hold off the men . they won , king stefan eventually falling to his death , & aurora went on to be the queen of both the moors & the human kingdom , uniting them , & diaval , though no longer needed as maleficent’s wings , remained by maleficent’s side & would until death .

SUMMARY :

diaval was a raven & maleficent saved his life from a farmer killing him by turning him into a man so diaval owes her a life debt

bc the pixies were Not Smart with raising a kid , diaval & maleficent basically raised aurora from a distance so she wouldn’t die before the curse

both diaval & maleficent ended up caring abt aurora like parents

sadly she was still cursed but maleficent’s kiss on the forehead of true maternal love woke her

they killed king stehpen

diaval remains by maleficent’s side & his loyalty to her is never changing

DETAILS !

DIAVAL’S PAST : there’s not much to say about his life before maleficent . he was a common raven from ireland who’s life was no more extravagant than the next though he thought he was sometimes . in a foolish task of attempting to constantly irritate an angry human farmer , though , diaval’s life found it’s change . caught under a net & mere moments away from being beaten out of his senses , diaval sure he was going to die , maleficent’s magic took hold him . wings grew to arms , talons to feet , beak to nose & mouth & soon he was standing as a very confused man as the farmer ran in fear . in exchange for saving his life , diaval pledged his servitude to maleficent & she had him act as her “wings” , flying to & from king stefan’s castle to bring maleficent information on the king so that she might plot her revenge on him for robbing her of her wings . becoming a human wasn’t something he was at all fond of at first but , with his life now in maleficent’s debt & the transitions happening more frequently , his human form became nearly as comfortable as his raven form . maleficent would also turn him to anything ( wolf , horse , dragon , ect. ) she possibly needed , however , all his forms would constantly retain raven like features within them .

DIAVAL’S FAMILY : as a raven . . . he hasn’t seen any of his family in years & he’s certain many of them have died . he hardly thinks about this , though , as he’s more concerned about his current family . the raven watched maleficent grow close & attached to the young princess aurora & at the same time he also grew in fondness of the girl in a similar parental fashion . often the raven would be the one to soothe the baby’s crying at night with milk to drink & would rock her crib until she fell back asleep . as she aged he would play with her as she tried , giggling , to catch the “pretty bird” . he tried never to think about the curse , unless nagging maleficent about it , until it was upon them . excitedly he had hoped prince philip would save the girl but was pleasantly surprised when it was not the prince’s romantic kiss but maleficent’s motherly one to aurora’s forehead that woke the girl . he never thought he’d feel such warmth in his heart from what he saw that day . aurora was crowned after king stefan’s death from his battle with maleficent & maleficent regained her wings . . . his place was pointless but he never dare leave maleficent’s side now . he truly cannot imagine parting from the fairy & aurora is a bright spot in his heart . they are his familiy & no raven could have better . he truly thinks himself the luckiest bird in the world .

the point i’m taking from is shortly after the end of the film ! the last thing he remembers is soaring down to land & nearing the ground as maleficent was waving her hand to transform him . however , as he transformed he assumed something went wrong as his feet did not land in the moors but rather here .

MISCELLANEOUS HEADCANONS !

he’s been turned into a human often , near daily , & is used to being in that form but he has never remained in human form for over twenty four hours . as a raven he would fend for himself with food or , on rare occasions , maleficent or aurora would bring berries for him . other than that ? he’s never eaten a meal as a human & doesn’t quite know what to eat as one but , from raising aurora , he does know the general rule of what not to eat . he’s also fairly unaware of some biological human functions . one example ? dude has never used the bathroom as a human being . . . need i say more ?

he misses flying beyond belief . ties into how he’s never been human this long . he wouldn’t miss being a bird so much when he was with maleficent simply for the fact that he got to spend time speaking with maleficent but by himself here he’s quite dreary being stuck on his two feet .

dude is incredibly enamored with maleficent . he’d seen her with wings before & thought her magnificent . after becoming her familiar he grew close to her & learned that , truly , she’s not as cold & cruel as she likes to seem . she’s just been hurt , badly , & she’s rightfully angry . she’s strong , though , & powerful & confident & while they may bicker often diaval truly worships her . he cares for her with his whole heart . her lack of belief , or rather trust , in true love does break his heart sometimes but he does well to keep that buried . he wishes she’d care about him the same but he’s almost certain it’s one sided .

does not like dogs . might not be a cat person either . he’s a bird person ( literally ) & was nearly ripped apart by the farmer’s dogs the day maleficent saved him . dogs are vile & vicious bird hunters in his mind .

he’s not extremely literate . while diaval can speak perfect english , & perhaps some irish gaelic being as that’s where he’s from , reading is a different story . he’s learned some simple words but , mostly , diaval has hardly any reading skills . he never once had to read when a raven nor did he as maleficent’s servant , he only needed to listen .

calling him a crow will insult him . ravens =/= crows . the two are distantly related & somewhat similar in appearance but are two entirely different species of bird . ravens are , in basic differences , larger & their call is more a squawking sound while crows are smaller & have more of a caw sound . diaval is a raven & you’ll ruffle his metaphorical feathers if you call him a crow !

more to be added later !

#˚ ⋅ * i. ooc ⋅ 𝔠𝔞𝔴 𝔠𝔞𝔴 𝔪𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔣𝔲𝔠𝔨𝔢𝔯 #ik im forgetting smthn but whatever ill think of it l8r lmao #enchanted:intro #this was originally way fucking longer but i learned to Chill

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