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[morimementa]

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TW: Mpreg, supernatural pregnancy, mild body horror.

You opened your eyes and observed the detective’s sleeping form. First things first. Get you both to safety. You knelt, sliding an arm under his shoulders. The other arm went under his knees. As gently as you could, you gathered Void into your arms and stood. It proved a little difficult; he was easily six feet tall. With a little finagling, you got him into a comfortable position. He remained unresponsive and the eyes on the mask were shut. How could a mask’s eyes even shut? Maybe you were better off not thinking about it too hard. Your teddy poked its head out of your bag, a concerned expression on its embroidered face.

“It’s ok,” you said, half to yourself, half to it. “I’ll take care of him.”

If nothing else, Void would be ok. This you swore.

The Teddy bear nodded its approval, then hopped out of your bag. You watched as it scurried across the floor and retrieved Detective Void’s lost dagger. It hurried back to your side, dragging the dagger along by the hilt.

“Thanks,” you said to Teddy, taking the weapon and sheathing it again. “Guess that’s everything we need.”

You made the long trek to where you were staying on foot. It would have been too much for some people, but for something-someone like you, it was fairly easy. If nothing else, you could thank your former captors for your inhuman endurance. Within ten or fifteen minutes, you found yourself back on the sidewalk and closer to civilization. It was too dark to make out the clocktower in the distance, but you reckoned it was getting on to midnight.

 You crossed the street after looking both ways for cars that weren’t actually there. Void lay still in your arms, almost unnervingly so. Occasionally he stirred, head shifting on your shoulder. As you turned onto the main street he whimpered, shuddering ever so slightly. You picked up the pace a little.

 You passed a store that sold tobacco and other smoke products, wrinkling your nose at the lingering scent of vapes and apathy. Next to it sat a hazily lit bar with large windows framed in wood. A few college kids sat inside, nursing their cheap beers into the last call. They paid no attention to you. They were too engrossed in their conversation. A few years ago, all of this would have seemed normal to you. Maybe you would have even popped into the all night convenience store for a bag of chips. You still enjoyed seeing the world as everyone else knew it. It was familiar; from the blinking neon to the sleeping shops. You’d missed these little touches so much when you were held in Foundation custody. Even if you couldn’t join the students in the bar, or stop for your favorite midnight snack, it gave you comfort. It was a reminder why you risked your life every day.

Did Detective Void feel the same? You hardly knew anything about him, and you were sure that was by design. Work like his demanded anonymity. He probably had a varied clientele; there was no rhyme or rhythm to who the supernatural chose to happen to. Ordinary people probably came to him out of desperation. Did he ever have time to be a normal person?

You shook off your memories, suddenly alert as you came up on a group of half sober people smoking something that smelled truly atrocious. They stood in the little circle of light provided by the streetlamp. They were eyeballing you, clearly interested in the story behind your late night journey. A shockingly blond man in a seasoned denim jacket eyed the unconscious detective.

“He partied too hard,” You offered as explanation. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up in anticipation. Were they undercover agents? The blond man gave you and your new friend a critical once over. Clearly, he was worried you were up to something. You could be a Rohypnol slipping ne’er-do-well for all he knew. Before you could worry further, he stepped aside and let you pass.  Maybe it was your concerned expression or some sort of anomalous aura generated by Void’s mask. Whatever the case, you’d passed his test.

“Grab a few extra towels,” He called as you walked away. “In case things get messy.”

If he only knew…

It was nearly 1 in the morning by the time you got back and much to your relief, the hotel lobby was deserted. You made your way through the lobby, only half focused on the journey. You wondered what Void would think when he came to. He probably knew what the Stork’s abilities were and how he’d react was anyone’s guess. You’d seen the glint of that knife and though you fancied your odds in a fight, you would rather not have it come to blows. With the help of your teddy bear, you pushed the elevator button.

The elevator rattled up the first two stories to your floor. You planted your feet firmly on the floor to keep from rocking too much. You were a little worried that Detective Void hadn’t come to yet, but you knew that there was some sort of sedative in the Stork’s venom. It was a bit of blessing that he hadn’t woken up in your arms. You didn’t fancy him attacking out of sheer panic. Your teddy bear had retrieved the key card from your bag and held it, waiting to be helpful again.

You walked to the end of the hall where you room was, praying with every step that no one was making any late-night treks to the ice machine. Your usual paranoia was in full swing and after the night you had, every shadow looked like a monster. It felt like a miracle to make it back to your door unscathed. The teddy bear clambered its way up the strap of your bag and slotted the key card in its place. You elbowed the door handle until it turned and pushed your way into the room.

You’d sprung for a fairly nice hotel room with twin beds and a pullout sofa. Initially, you’d been planning to convert the spare bed into a makeshift fabric storage area. You hadn’t dreamed you’d be bringing someone back with you. Lucky thing you hadn’t actually cluttered it up at this point. You laid the detective down and took some time to pile the head of the bed high with pillows. You wanted to make him as comfortable as possible.

As you arranged him in a spine friendly position, you realized his shirt was still in tatters. You took some of the ragged edges and twisted them around your fingers. With a little exertion, you turned his ruined attire into a plain t-shirt. It was a trivial thing, preserving his modesty, but he’d been violated enough for one evening. Besides, he’d need comfy clothes.

Once he was settled, you went around the room, turning on every single light. You hadn’t always been afraid of the dark, but after falling headfirst into the world of statues that moved by themselves and violent specters, you’d learned to fear what you couldn’t see. You shut the curtains as tightly as you could, then set a larger teddy bear on the windowsill to keep watch. It would act as the proverbial canary in the coal mine, alerting you if any other supernatural beasties showed up. Or if that stupid bird came back.

  You sat on the bed across from the Detective and let your project bag fall from your shoulder next to you. After some digging, you pulled your latest work in progress out. It was a charcoal gray scarf that was only a few inches away from completion. It was enough of a challenge to keep your mind from wandering too much. Though under the circumstances, a baby blanket might have been more fitting. You kept one eye on the detective as you worked, waiting for the inevitable painful awakening.

Just as you were casting off the final stitches, Detective Void began to stir. He mumbled something incoherent and moved his arm to cover the eye holes of his mask. You reached over to the lamp mounted on the wall and dimmed the lights a bit. His head turned as he scanned the room, trying to make sense of his surroundings. Finally, he settled on you. You were relieved when he didn’t immediately panic or try to attack.

“Where are we?”  Void sat up, eyes narrowing.

You stood, dropping the now completed scarf. “I brought you back to my place,” You held up your hands where he could see them. You kept a respectful distance, waiting for him to regain his bearings. “You’re safe here; you can leave if you so choose.”

You could feel his gaze through the mask. He appeared to be taking stock of the room, appraising whether or not there was any danger lurking in the corners. You watched as he touched the soft fabric of the t-shirt. You couldn’t see his expression, but there was something like recognition glowing in his eyes as he looked back at you.

“I know you,” He murmured.  “You’re ------, you were kidnapped by the-.”

Before he could finish, you closed the distance between you two. He started a bit as you leaned forward and put a finger to where his lips would be.

“Don’t speak of the devil,” You murmured. “Or they might show up.” You backed away and watched him intently.

If he was bothered by your touch, he didn’t show it. “Duly noted,” he said calmly. The detective studied you for a moment. You didn’t flinch away, or shift under his gaze. It was worrying to hear that he’d read your file; especially since you were pretty sure it’d been classified by the government.

“Sorry,” He shifted to a more comfortable position, taking advantage of the pillow mountain you’d built. As he leaned an elbow on the pillows, he glanced down at himself and pointed at his shirt. “I assume this is your handiwork?”

It occurred to you that he must have read your file, though how he’d managed that was anyone’s guess.

“Yeah. Yours didn’t make it.” You twisted your fingers together and braced yourself for the awkward conversation that was about to ensue. “How much do you remember?”

He had to think about that. He tapped his chin thoughtfully, gaze unfocused as he turned back to the past.

“Let’s see. I was after that new anomaly, The Gender Biased Stork.”

He’d given it a name? You were incredulous. Though you could hardly argue with what the name conveyed. You wanted to comment, but knew better than to interrupt his train of thought. His eyes narrowed as he tried to recall the events of the past few hours.

“I’d managed to trap it. It was about to get away, then you came in.  Then it started screaming…” His voice trailed off and the mask’s eyeholes widened. He lifted the hem of his shirt to reveal his bruised stomach. You watched with mounting dread as it dawned on him. He didn’t start cursing up a storm or jump to accusing you. Instead, he seemed to be contemplating it with some degree of calm. You stood ramrod straight with tension, waiting for him to react.

“It escaped, didn’t it?” He said after an excruciating pause. You nodded, toes curling with anxiety inside your shoes.

“I’m afraid so. I tried to stop it, but it threw me against the wall.” Your fists clenched. “I should have tried harder. I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you.”

You glanced up, expecting to see him glaring at you. Instead, he was strangely calm.

“You’re hardly responsible for my wellbeing. I mean, we only met five minutes ago.” His blasé tone caught you off guard. You stared at him in disbelief. Wasn’t he even a little concerned with the fact that he’d been knocked up by an errant waterfowl?!

“It was foolish of me to go alone in the first place. I’d hoped to contain it long enough for Heron to catch up to it.” He touched the puncture wound. “Clearly, the plan backfired.”

He turned his attention back to you. “Still, don’t sell yourself short. I assume you’re the reason I made it out in one piece.”

“You could say that,” You touched your bag, hoping to reassure yourself.  You desperately needed something to do with your hands; you hated awkward moments. Still, it would look weird if you started knitting while talking to him. Detective Void ran his fingers over the bruised area, lost in thought.

“Why?” The question was almost soft enough to be inaudible. You weren’t sure whether he was asking himself or you. “Why were you following it? Why stick your neck out?”

“Even if, as you say, I’m not responsible for you, I still wanted to stop-what did you call it? The Gender Biased Stork? You’re not the only one trying to make the world a little safer.”

Void stood, using the headboard to steady himself. You’d kept his weapons within arm’s reach of him and you could see him noting its location.

“From what I hear, you rejected the lab that experimented on you.” His words were careful. “You didn’t end up going back to them, did you?”

“Not in this reality or any other!” You snapped. “Those stuffed suits took eight years of my life away! They obliterated any chance I had at normality! I’d never-.”

You cut yourself off, unclenching your fists and sitting back down. “Sorry. It’s a sore subject.” You dried your sweaty palms on your jeans. The events of tonight had dredged up so many bad memories; like flotsam from the sea.

He tilted his head, expression unreadable. You seemed to have assuaged his suspicions.

“No need to apologize,” Void made a dismissive gesture. “I know where you’re coming from.” Were you imagining the bitterness coating his words? Or did he have some unresolved resentment himself?

“Last I heard, you’d escaped. How does the vigilante act factor in?”

You shrugged. “I can’t go back to an ordinary life and I’m not about to join any more shadowy organizations. At least here I can help people on my own terms. Isn’t that what you want to do as well?”

You’d caught his interest. “Heh, you could say that.” It was hard to tell, but he might have been smiling under the mask. “I had the option of joining the government, but I decided being a private detective was-.”

He broke off with a groan and doubled over, arms wrapping around his stomach. You watched in alarm as he collapsed on the bed, overcome by cramps. You leapt to your feet and rushed over to him. Void hugged himself, eye squeezing shut. What you could see of his face was pale, drawn with pain. You perched next to him, hands hovering just over his back, unsure if he’d want you to touch him.

“Detective, just stay calm,” You spoke with more certainty than you felt. “I’ve seen this before; it’s normal for, um, The Gender Biased Stork’s victims to go through this.”

His only answer was to spit out a curse. He might not have heard you; he was in such deep distress. He curled into fetal position, hissing through clenched teeth. You dared to touch him, only on the shoulder, and offer a reassuring squeeze.

“Easy, Detective,” You soothed. “You’ve got to breathe through it.”

You ran your hand up and down his arm as he managed to breathe in deeply. He exhaled in a rush, clutching the fabric of his shirt in his fist. The next inhale was deliberately drawn out, though you could tell it pained him.

“Feels like I’m caught in a vise,” He managed, his tone strained.

Your heart clenched with sympathy. All you could do was rub his arm and try to offer comfort. After a minute or two, he relaxed, slumping into the mattress with a sigh.

“Really should have called Kris,” He muttered to himself. You couldn’t contain your curiosity.

“Who?”

“My partner,” He sat up cautiously, as though worried the cramps would start again. You moved to help him, but he waved you off. He swayed a little bit, but managed to stay upright. You noticed he was holding onto the edge of the mattress, as if sitting up took more effort than normal.

“Normally we tackle jobs as a team, but she wasn’t able to come along this time. Something about family business. It was reckless of me to go it alone, but after seeing what it did to its previous victims, I wanted to stop it quickly.”

“Seems we had the same idea. How long have you been tracking it?”

 “About a month. I tried to question its last victim, but he couldn’t remember anything.”

“Wait,” You frowned. “You interviewed him?"

"Tried to. He couldn't remember being attacked. I assume that was your doing?"

"He asked me to," You mumbled. Void shrugged.

"Can't say I blame him."

He turned away from you, smoothing down his shirt to inspect his abdomen. A whisper of heat brushed down your spine as you saw the slight bump that had formed. You swallowed thickly.

“How long does it usually take?” He asked.

“An hour or two at most.”

The mask betrayed nothing; no hint of emotion or distress. He turned to look out the window. “At least it’ll be quick.”

“Is there anything I can do?” You asked tentatively.  He glanced back at you. “Yes, though probably not about this. If there’s anything you can tell me about the laboratory that experimented on you, I’d appreciate it. I,” He looked away, embarrassed. “I know it must be a touchy subject, but I’d like to learn more about them in the hopes that I can keep them from ensnaring other innocent people.”

You arched a brow in disbelief. He certainly was married to his job if he was more worried about that than his current condition. Nevertheless, you were more than willing to accommodate him. It had been quite some time since you’d had someone to talk to.

“Go ahead.”

[innerenigma]

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[deatheaterv]

ENDEARING

pairing : james potter x fem!reader

genre : fluff

summary : james potter teases you ALOT

it started small. james potter, hogwarts’ golden boy, had taken a liking to you, and the entire school seemed to know it. at first, it was easy to ignore—the odd smirk across the great hall, a wave during transfiguration, and the occasional “you’re looking radiant today, y/n!” whenever he passed you in the corridors.

but then he ramped it up.

one morning, you were walking to charms when you heard it.

“oi, y/n! i’ve decided i’m gonna marry you!”

you froze mid-step, the bustling corridor falling silent as every single person turned to look at you. your eyes widened in horror, and you whipped around to see james standing at the other end, his hands cupped around his mouth as he grinned like a lunatic.

“what do you say? sound like a good plan?” he called out, his voice echoing down the corridor.

“i say you’re insufferable, potter!” you shouted back, your face burning.

he clutched his chest dramatically, pretending to stagger backward. “ah, rejection. but don’t worry, love, i’ll win you over eventually!”

you stormed off, ignoring the muffled laughter and whispers from the other students.

it didn’t stop there.

a week later, you were in herbology, carefully trimming a particularly aggressive fanged geranium when james sauntered up to your station.

“looking good, y/n,” he said, leaning against the table with a cocky grin. “but you’d look even better if you let me take you out.”

you didn’t even look up. “potter, if you don’t leave me alone, i’ll feed you to this plant.”

“you’re feisty. i like that,” he teased, wagging his eyebrows.

“and you’re annoying,” you shot back, finally meeting his gaze.

he clutched his heart as if you’d stabbed him. “you wound me again, darling. one of these days, you’ll see how charming i am.”

“don’t hold your breath,” you muttered, focusing back on the plant.

the next day, he upped the ante.

you were sitting in the library, enjoying a rare moment of peace, when james appeared, plopping down in the seat across from you.

“potter,” you groaned, not even looking up.

“just thought i’d keep you company,” he said, resting his chin on his hand as he stared at you.

“don’t you have quidditch practice or something?”

“i canceled it. you’re more important.”

you rolled your eyes. “please stay away.”

“sure, but a kiss first?”

“you’re unbelievably irritating,” you finally looking up to glare him.

he just laughed, completely unfazed. “come on, y/n, admit it. you’d regret it if you don’t want to.”

“not likely,” you muttered, though the faint smile tugging at your lips betrayed you.

the teasing didn’t stop, but over time, you found yourself less annoyed by it. there was something about james’ relentless determination that was almost endearing.

one afternoon, you were sitting by the lake, enjoying the quiet, when james appeared out of nowhere, flopping down beside you.

“don’t you ever get tired of bothering me?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“never,” he said, grinning. “so, what do you say? want to grab dinner with me tonight?”

“is this your way of asking me out?” you asked, giving him a skeptical look.

“obviously. i’m very subtle,” he said, smirking.

you couldn’t help but laugh. “you’re ridiculous, potter.”

“ridiculously in love with you,” he shot back, his grin widening.

you rolled your eyes, but your cheeks warmed at his words.

then there was the moment that truly caught you off guard.

it was a late afternoon in the courtyard, and you were sitting with lily evans, enjoying the crisp autumn air. james, as usual, appeared out of nowhere, his hair even messier than usual.

“y/n,” he said loudly, dropping to one knee in front of you.

“what are you doing?” you asked, your eyes narrowing suspiciously.

“making a declaration,” he said, pulling a small flower out of his pocket. it was slightly squished, but the gesture was oddly sweet.

“oh, merlin,” lily muttered.

“y/n, will you do me the honor of..”

“potter, i swear to god—“

“-letting me carry your books for the rest of the week?” he finished, grinning as he held out the flower.

you couldn’t help it, you laughed. james potter, for all his arrogance and teasing, was nothing if not persistent.

“fine,” you said, taking the flower. “but just for this week.”

“that’s all i need,” he said, standing up and flashing you a triumphant grin.

as much as you hated to admit it, james potter was growing on you. and maybe, just maybe, you didn’t mind being the center of his attention.

[baxndaid]

sal fisher x reader 🖇️🎼💍 -- popular!reader headcannons!! + scenario

a/n ; i need him so bad sorry.........idgaf..............pls request more sal

(🎵) - he judged you a little bit a first like he didn’t mean it but it just came naturally since you surrounded yourself with all the bullies, jocks, and standard mean girls

- you were lowkey a mean girl too like you had your little group and you should snicker and laugh whenever sal and his friends walked past

- and while you DID feel a TAD bit bad, you and your friends would make fun of his prosthetic head sometimes </3 it was just for a laugh

- but yes, he didn’t like you very much - with people like travis, he could somewhat understand since travis had home issues and… had no friends 🤓 you? you had everything by the looks of it

- you were popular, pretty, and everyone seemed to gravitate towards you

- overall, you were the cliche mean girl who bullied the quirky main characters (who sal and his friends, ever so graciously, gave themselves the title of)

- speaking of cliche, you two started talking when you both were forced to sit next to each other in math class, and you hated math

- he would help you though, which surprisingly you appreciated, in turn, you would help him with his art class portfolio which he also appreciated

- this didn’t mean you were entirely nice to him either, far from it, but when it was just you two it was a lot more chill and you could visibly see him relax around you when your friends weren’t there

- sal desperately wanted to be able to talk to you confidently without you or your friends shoving him into a locker, he wished you could talk to him as nicely as you did in math class

- because you worked so well in class together, you were often paired together in projects

- sally would be the most excited since that meant more alone time with you, while you were teased by your friends (they told you that you should pack pepper spray before you stepped into his room just in case, how loving!)

- as much as he didn’t want to admit it, he was attracted to you, i mean, who wouldn’t be

- he would often space out while his friends spoke amongst themselves, a distant look on his… eye? larry caught on and thought that his best friends strange behaviour came from a girl he liked~ awww

- yeah little did he know 💔 it’s the worst person you know

- larry wouldn’t take it likely knowing that sal has formed a small crush on the person who terrorises him and his friends on the daily

- “dude! you know how bad she can get!”, ashley agrees, sal waves his hand at them dismissively

“it’s fine guys!”

- larry glares at the back of his head as sal walks away, knowing that he has a class with you next

- his friend group thinks your a demon and you’ve possessed him into liking you despite your behaviour

- back to you two, as time passes you get friendlier with sally, the bullying turning into teasing, even with your friends around

- you didn’t miss how sally looked at you when he thought you weren’t looking, he would stutter and look around frantically if you caught him, you thought it was cute

- he wouldn’t show you his face, since you’ve made fun of his prosthetic before and he didn’t want to ruin whatever weird relationship you had built by showing you his disfigured face

- sally is one of the most patient (and slightly pathetic) guys you’ve ever met, so naturally, you form a small crush on him too, but you’d never admit it

- when he walks by you in the corridor, you’d yank his backpack towards you harshly, making his back jolt into your chest

- you’d then wrap your arms around his shoulders, essentially trapping him with his back towards you, and ask him about his day

- sally was a little apprehensive as first, being unable to tell whether you were about to bully him or casually do something sweet and brush it off straight after

- though he soon found that 9 times out of 10, you would be doing something affectionate ❤️

- his friends didn’t like this, obviously, but in due time they’d get used to you, they just wanted to know if sally was being messed with or if you were genuine

- sally would probably have to be the person to confess becuase lord knows your way too stubborn to admit that you actually like the blue haired guy you’ve been bullying just a while prior

- he would be sweating his ass off while shifting in his chair while he found a good time to confess, while you cluelessly played with his cat

- his dad wasn’t home, and he made larry wear a wig and makeup so he could practice his speech (in which todd and ashley recorded without the two knowing)

- but his memory failed him and his mind went blank, so he decided to wing it

- he tapped your thigh, distracting you from gizmo, and you turned to look at him curiously. he looked like he was falling apart as your gaze practically pierced into him

- he gulped silently and turned to you fully, his eye(s) looking down, and told you his feelings (the best he could at least)

- you stare at him for a minute, silent, to be honest he was getting a little upset at the lack of response. he wished you’d say something, anything instead of looking at him like he just killed somebody (💀)

- to his surprise, you leaned in slightly, but stopped and touched the chin of his prosthetic

“can i?”

- he gulped, and nodded his head as he reached for the straps behind his head to take his prosthetic off with ease. he only undid the first one, and only lifted the mask enough for you to reach his lips

- his mouth had a small cleft up to his nose (or whatever was left of it), on the left side of his mouth, his teeth were exposed, scars and missing flesh adorned his face

- despite this, you leaned in fully and managed to close the gap between you, sally’s hand reaching for yours as you kissed, you held each other

[unistaryo]

Hey I read recently one of your works and I really enjoy your style of writing and I find the way you write really comforting!!🙃☺️ I was going to ask if you could do headcannons on Alucard as a dad with another vampire. (I know canonically it wouldn’t happen ever but i was just curious lol)

Alucard as a dad with a vampire child (headcanons)

//I don't know how, but I somehow got extremely sick💀. So I'm sorry if this is ooc

I feel like you will most likely adopt a child who was turned into a vampire during a mission, immediately taking the role of a caretaker and forcing Alucard to do the same

The first couple of days or months he wouldn't really accept the role of the father figure

It would take a lot of convincing from your side for him to even stop trying to get you to stop parenting the child

He sees himself as someone who failed as a human, who willingly became a monster and he is very aware of his nature, Alucard can't comprehend how you can even think about him in such a positive way

But he will eventually comply in his own twisted way, maybe after your child has proven that while they can be a creature of the night, they still have some sort of humanity in them

maybe the child drank blood from an animal but is still compassionate to other people

Alucard loves and hates the child's innocence at the same time

He sometimes teaches your child how to control their vampiric powers, but it will mainly remain your responsibility (he's afraid the child will take too much after him)

He will definitely tease you a lot about your parental tendencies like "Where are you going? You know, you can barely handle one"

Despite this, his love and respect for you increased even more than before, again because he seems to value determination, will and courage

Alucard will definitely bring the child on a mission, maybe on one who isn't so bloody as usual. If you aren't on board with this he will do it in secret, unless you talk to Integra

Integra will command him to stop until the child has grown

The vampire does have his dad moments, trust me

He melts every time he sees you and his kid having a moment

If somebody other than a few range of specific people dares to comment about you two in a bad way, that person will either be traumatized for life to straight up killed

Alucard will play a lot with your child, he isn't far from teaching him how to transform and many more

Those two will prank soldiers in the most unhinged way

The child will love horror and adventure movies with extreme violence in the future, trust me

But, given how Alucard is one of their main caretakers, they will also become violent and mess with people on purpose (Alucard will either be entertained or curse himself because of this)

If something happens to the child, BLOOD WILL BE SHATTERED

He will have no mercy on whoever even looks at his kid in a weird way

(in Ultimate) Seras and Pip would be more than happy to help with babysitting, and the overall process of taking care of the child, more Seras actually, but Pip finds a good opportunity to get closer to the vampire

In the end, both of them will become extremely attached to your kid

Integra will remain distant, but it is clear she also cares a lot about the child, often forgetting they are a vampire

Walter will provide with the necessities but won't be extremely involved. But he will babysit from time to time, and even train them in small ways

(in 2001) Seras will help like her ultimate counterpart, but I feel like she will take them out more, even showing them her old home

Here, Integra will be a lot more distant, letting comments slip more often regarding the situation, but still cares immensely about them, even if she doesn't show it

I don't know why, but I feel that this version of Walter is more fatherly, so I think he will be more involved in the child's life, maybe even letting them accompany him in the mansion when he doesn't have an important task

Peter Fargason will sometimes entertain the child in small ways, only if the others aren't looking, but will mostly keep his distance

[itsmerelliwellie]

I Beat These People Because I Love You | R. Kaji x Reader

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For this pretty over here

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18.) "I beat the crap out of three guys because they looked at you wrong. Don’t ask me if I like you.”

20.) "I did this for you. I will now be taking payment in kisses.”

Prompts

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Warning(s): Fluff (oh, and profanity too)

Important Warning: NOT REALLY BETA READ

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You weren’t pacing. You weren’t crying. You weren’t even texting him anymore.

You were just… waiting.

Sitting on the edge of your bed with your arms wrapped around your knees, staring at your phone, the silence screams louder than your thoughts.

Ren Kaji didn’t go radio silent unless something was wrong. Really wrong.

And deep down, your gut already knew it.

So here you are, praying.

So when your front door rattled and slowly creaked open close to midnight, you didn’t even breathe. Just stood up slowly, feet silent against the floor as you walked to the front hall.

He stepped inside with that same calm swagger he always carried. Except tonight, it was a little off. He was limping slightly. Shoulders tense. The glow from your hallway light caught the blood dried across his jaw, the busted lip, the smudge of dirt along his temple.

His hoodie was torn open at the shoulder. His knuckles were bruised and raw.

But his eyes?

They locked on yours like they hadn’t seen light in hours.

You said nothing.

He said nothing.

Then you turned and walked back toward your room. And without a word, he followed.

He sat on the edge of your bed while you pulled out the first-aid kit from the cabinet. Still quiet. Still avoiding your eyes. He didn’t even flinch when you knelt in front of him, gently grabbing his wrist to start cleaning his busted knuckles.

Only when you pressed the antiseptic-soaked cotton against his skin did he finally hiss.

“Sorry,” you murmured.

He shook his head. “I’ve had worse.”

You dabbed carefully, the scent of alcohol mixing with sweat and blood. His pulse jumped under your fingertips.

“What happened?” you asked softly.

He didn’t answer right away. His jaw ticked. His free hand clenched on his thigh.

“Don’t tell me it was nothing,” you said.

He exhaled slowly through his nose. “They were saying things.”

“Huh?”

“About you.”

You glanced up.

“They were laughing about you outside the arcade. Saying shit they shouldn’t’ve. I told them to knock it off.”

You stopped tending to his hand.

“And I’m guessing they didn’t?”

He looked at you then. No smirk. No sarcasm. Just fury still simmering under the surface.

“I handled it.”

Your heart clenched.

“Ren…”

“I didn’t even think,” he muttered, voice low and rough. “I just saw red.”

“Why?” you whispered. “Why would you—”

“I beat the crap out of three guys because they looked at you wrong,” he snapped, voice tight, not meeting your gaze. “Don’t ask me if I like you.”

Your breath caught.

Then he looked up and stared at you, chest rising and falling like he was bracing for a fight. Like he thought you were going to get angry or push him away or call him crazy.

But you didn’t.

You reached for his other hand. Let your fingers tangle with his. You looked at him the way you always did. The way that made him fall for you over and over again. Looking at him like he wasn’t too much. Like he’d never scared you.

“Ren,” you said softly, “you don’t have to beat people up to prove you care.”

“I didn’t do it to prove anything,” he muttered. “I did it because the thought of them touching you—talking about you like that—it made me fucking sick.”

You swallowed hard.

“Is that so hard to understand?” he asked, more desperate now. “You walk around looking like that, acting like you’re not driving me insane every time you breathe near me—”

You choked on a laugh. “What do I look like, exactly?”

He dragged his gaze over you, jaw clenched.

“Like someone I’d fight anyone for,” he said. “And I already did.”

That shut you up.

There was a beat of silence. Thick. Charged.

Then you leaned forward and cupped his jaw, tilting his face toward you.

“I should be mad at you,” you whispered. “But instead, I’m sitting here patching you up while you call me the reason you went feral in the streets.”

His smirk was small. Wounded. “Sounds ‘bout right.”

You traced your thumb across his bruised cheekbone. He didn’t flinch. Didn’t move.

You were the one who leaned in this time. Slow, steady, and eyes locked on his. He didn’t kiss you right away. He just breathed you in, lips parting like he needed to memorize the moment before it slipped away.

Then he finally moved.

And the kiss was everything he couldn’t say.

Hot. Bruised. Rough around the edges. His hands on your waist were trembling with restraint, but he kissed you like he’d been starving.

You climbed onto his lap without a second thought, knees bracketing his hips, hands sliding under his hoodie. His skin was warm, even through the bruises, and he groaned into your mouth when your fingers brushed his ribs.

“Ren Kaji,” you whispered between kisses. “Why didn’t you just tell me you were in love with me?”

He pulled back slightly, eyes heavy, lips flushed.

“Because I didn’t want to say it wrong.”

You leaned your forehead against his, heart thudding.

“You don’t have to say it.”

“I do.” He slid his hands up your back, slowly. “But there is something you need to know.”

“What?”

He smirked at you, fingers drawing circles on your skin. “I will now be charging my service.”

You laughed softly and then kissed him harder, deeper, rougher this time. You tilted your hips against his just enough to make him curse under his breath. His hands gripped you tighter, like he didn’t trust himself not to let go.

“Come again?”

”All these bruises were for you,” he clarified, “I did this for you. I will now be taking payment in kisses.”

“Kiss,” he muttered against your throat.

You did.

“Another.”

You gave him that, too.

And when he finally lay back on your bed, pulling you down with him, bruised and aching but so goddamn full of love he didn’t know where to put it…

You gave him every single one.

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A/N: Okay... so... anyone want a kiss?

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[carefreecoffee]

Flufftober Day 6: Playing with hair w/ Shigaraki Tomura

Word count: 673, Gender-neutral reader

Shigaraki was not one known for physical affection. Actually, affection in general. It was never a thought that had crossed his mind, especially with the trauma he had experienced with his quirk years before.

Getting close to someone was the last thing he wanted to do. That was until you came along. Your understanding nature, the fact that you are stubborn and won't take no for an answer when trying to pamper Tomura and making sure he's taken care of as well.

There was no label on your relationship. All he knew is that you cared for him and it became– refreshing. “Mmmm” A quiet hum erupted from his lips as you continued running your fingertips through his light blue locs. A habit you two had began once things became too stressful for the poor man.

You seethed whenever he erupted in a scratching fit. This was the only thing you could think of doing that soothed his advances.

His eyes remained closed as you moved the parted hair out of his face, making sure that every knot and strand was cared for. As you continued, you heard the faintest sound of a sniffle. Breaking out of your actions, you look to see Tomura and what seems to be a tear shedding from his eye.

“Shigaraki?” There was no response. You cradled his head in your palm, moving the hair further away. “Shigi, what's wrong?” Now you’re concerned. He never showed any weakness, especially not sadness, at least not in front of others.

With a small gasp, he opens his half-lidded eyes staring back into yours.

“I-i apologize.” He begins to sit up from your lap, having you ever the most confused. “Is something the matter?” Your hands find the plush of his bed.

He shakes his head, looking down at his feet dangling off the mattress. “No no I just- it was overwhelming.” He finally looks at you, red eyes boring into your own. “I haven't felt that peaceful in… a while. It's.. scary.”

Ah. You nod, “I understand Shigi. If it's too much, we can stop.” You give him a concerned look before he shakes his head once more. “No no, I just need a second. I'm fine.”

‘I'm fine’ You know what that means by now. He wasn't fine but you held back your urges to drill it out of him. You knew he couldn't help it. Reaching a hand up, you rub his back. He flinches slightly but soon leans into your lap once more, now on his side.

You take this as a sign to continue, rubbing along his shoulder back up to his scalp, moving the hair away from his hairline exposing his ear and temple to you. 

You smile slightly and begin humming to yourself, hearing him sniffle further on what seemed to be choked sobs. You allowed him to release it, being as gentle as possible with him in this fragile state. 

“Shhh it's okay, you're okay now.” Your words caused him to release his emotions further. He felt both thankful but also embarrassed. Knowing he was exposed both mentally and physically to you, seeming weak but at this point, he only yearned for your calming touch.

The touch from another was not one he had been familiar with. It made him weep until he fell into a slumber upon your lap. You propped his head upon a pillow within your lap as you laid back yourself, taking in the silence that seemed to devour you. 

With one final stroke of his hair, you fell asleep yourself. Waking to see your hand had stayed there till morning and that he himself had not awoken. The sight was ethereal. 

No matter how negatively perceived he would be based on looks alone, seeing the morning sunrise illuminate his face awoke something in you. 

You sigh, feeling exhaustion hit you once more as you laid down upon the mattress once more, stroking his hair away from his face as a passtime before you were once again drifted off.

[running-with-kn1ves]

An Elven Winter

CW: None! Arranged marriage, very cozy very comfy, winter nights, grossly affectionate moments

Synopsis: You’re late for dinner with your brawny elf husband, again. Is he going to scold you this time, and live up to his name as a heartless elf?

A/N: Your favorite boy Cirdan is back! Here's the OG piece I wrote with him if anybody wants some more comfort and cuteness.

Snowflakes whipped from the left across your face, illuminated by dampened yellow street lanterns with an icy blue tinge to their miniscule edges. The cold stuck to your eyelashes, to the tip of your nose, to the bottoms of your trudging boots. 

When was the last time it snowed this hard? Not in years, certainly. Not since you began to share your home with another warm body, waiting to welcome you home away from the chills seeping into the openings of your sleeves. You could see your home only two doors down now, the front bathed by hanging porch lights, a trellis covered with dead vines propped against the dark, unlit corner of the cabin. Everyday he’d water that thing, and everyday it’d continue to shrivel under the coldening wind.

Your face creases with concern for what your spouse's reaction may be once you make it home. He might fawn over every trickle of water that was once snow on your shoulders, fraught by the coldness of your fingertips in his palms. It wasn’t his worry that was exhausting, it was the fear of making him feel anything other than glowing warmth, of adoration for you.

Your feet slid over one another racing to the front doors in a jog. Another wave of guilt washed over you for the tenth time tonight for being, what was it now-- an hour late to dinner? How your lovely, saint of a husband worked endlessly to make your homestead full of comfort and homeliness-- and yet you couldn’t make it in time for a meal he had spent endlessly curating. You would beat yourself over the head if you had a moment to spare.

But there was nothing you could do to turn back the time, to slide any quicker on the glassy, frozen ground. Tripping to race up to the door, you fumbled over stone steps in impatience.

The delicately carved door handle was just as cold as the tip of your nose was, hardly putting up a fight as you pulled it toward you. The door opened with a breeze of thick comfort blowing against exposed skin unveiled on your body. Warmth and the smell of a working oven flooded to the points of your cheeks, the door’s creaky nature betraying you as it let the other resident of the house know of your return home. 

This would be the part where you shout “Honey, I’m home!”

But you’re given no time, no time at all. A crackling fire fills your ears, the sudden appearance of a dastardly large silhouette clouding your vision of the kitchen table, plates upon plates decorating a tablecloth you knew so well.

“It’s nine.” His voice relented, the emotion detected and yet hard to describe as you look up to read his face. 

His cheeks are tinted a slight red, as if he had been outside in the cold, waiting for you. 

“It is; I’m sorry, Cirdan. I really thought I'd get here sooner, we were trying to wait out the snow. And, well.. That didn’t really do much.”

His eyes were full of thought, expression in their hardened lids and watery irises. Being late for things seemed to be your specialty. It broke your heart into desperate pieces when you saw the look on his face-- hardly concerned with the cold food, but locked on to you to see what had gone wrong, if you were hurt, what he could do to fix it all. 

“Don’t apologize. I’m just.. So glad you’re home.” He genuinely sounded relieved, a rough stutter you hadn’t heard in a long time, if not ever before. 

His body, so untraditional to what elves were expected to be, came forward to hold you just as gracefully as any normal, lean and tall version of the creature would. But he was all brawn-- a hard and heated rock that snug itself tight against you. A thick hand made its way into your hair to press the top of your head to his pointed nose. 

His taut inhale was shaky, white strands of hair much longer than your own crowding your view. 

“I was nearly about to go out there and find you myself. It’s no place for you to be, out there in the snow. Cold and alone.”

It sounded as if he had scared himself with anxiety-ridden thoughts about where you were in your tardiness. 

“I know.” You muffled against his chest, the wool of his sweater smelling like sweet potatoes and rosemary. 

If it were anyone else you’d be embarrassed to press your head deeper, to lean into the touch so clearly full of desire. But you knew no other way to make up for all that you had done. Your briefcase bag fell to the floor, crumpled and forgotten. 

The affection was so tender you nearly forgot about the sensation of frostbite clawing at your fingernails and the aching in your stomach. It resounded out in the room with an acidic gurgle, forcing your body to go rigid with a mix of exhaustion and embarrassment. 

You could feel the soundless laugh Cirdan let out through the shake in his body-- his warm, scarred arms your safe space. Even the apron two sizes too small on him smelled of sweets. It  hugged him enough for you to feel the ridges underneath his sweater. 

“Are you hungry?” He asked, gently releasing you from his stroking bear hug. 

“You have to ask?” You mumbled, still somewhat embarrassed by your show of weakness. You were supposed to be the strong one, carrying out the toughness of reality and endless meetings between the human and elven realm, while your unconventional elf husband finally had a chance in his brutality to rest, to be easy and let his heart and scars heal. But you were only human. 

“I kept it warm for you, wasn’t sure when you’d be back.”

 Your chest ached at those words.

You were tempted to let out another ‘you don’t have to do that’ or ‘you should’ve just left it in the fridge’, but it would only serve to dishearten him even more. 

“Thank you,” Was all you could half-heartedly murmur, looking up to stare at him. 

His hair fell sloppy along his face, snowy locks hiding his grey, blinded eye. He had started letting it show in privacy, when scrubbing the stove oven or reading in his colossal wine-red chair, black specs you called his ‘old man glasses’ falling off his nose. You pushed the heavy strands behind his pointed ear, letting your hand slide down the curve of his jaw. 

Cirdan merely smiled longingly, crinkling at his eyes and gazing at you as if you were all the stars in the sky held in front of him. He leaned just slightly into your touch, its coldness offering a stark contrast to his warm, honey skin. 

“Go, sit by the fire. I’ll bring your dinner.”

You were again ready to protest, but an intensely soft fleece blanket was draped over your head, covering from your forehead to your calves. It was originally made for your husband, twice any human’s size and still long enough to cover his shoulders. Cirdan had turned to the loveseat beside him to grab it, leaving you to buckle under the weight of swarms of fabric as he moved toward the kitchen. Blindly, you made your way to the orange glow in the middle of the room, bright flames caressing freshly chopped oak.

The corners of your home closest to the outside world had a chilled air of ice, but within the middle was where the heat resided, beckoning you to the fireplace onto a small elk hide rug. 

Cirdan’s footsteps upon the soft kitchen floor came toward you, steam rising from the plate held in his hands. He seemed so relaxed, shoulders drooped and yet posture enviously perfect, an effect of having an elven spine and ruthless upbringing. His loose sweater was soft on his carved shoulders, reminding you of your shared cozy bed-- of his body radiating glowy warmth against you, rustling sheets tangled as you push deeper against the crook of his neck.

But your stomach was too insatiable for anything other than food right now, even warmth. The herby, peppery scent brought drool to your mouth, looking at the elf with wide eyes in hungry desperation. 

“It’s hot, let it cool off for a second.” Cirdan blows on the mouth-watering food as he hands the plate to you with a potholder on its lip, protecting you from the heat. He is quick to grab a pillow and place it in your lap, gently letting the plate rest.  “I kind of went overboard; something in me felt like cooking tonight... We can give the leftovers to the neighbors.”

“No!” You shout territorily, covering your plate as if he were ready to steal it from you. “It's mine to eat, I mean.” 

You don’t leave room for the conversation to continue, shoveling a forkful of well-seasoned vegetables in your mouth. The moment a green bean touches your tongue you realize your mistake. 

“Haw, hawt!” 

Your open mouth does a dance as you try to fan the heat, so eager to eat that you forgot to heed his warning. 

“I told you!” Cirdan exclaims, a laugh escaping him as he reaches for a glass of water on the table behind him. “I guess my intuition knew you’d try something like that.”

You take the glass with unheeded swiftness, letting lukewarm water settle in your fiery mouth. 

A hesitant swallow leaves your tongue numb and your hunger yet to be filled.

You reach for another bite, this time for a heap of buttery mash potatoes, soft and fluffy like the piles of snow outside yet starkly contrasted in their steamy heat. 

You know better now, blowing on the fork before taking a hesitant, small bite. 

Cirdan merely gives you a watchful, entertained grin. He doesn’t have the pompous smirk of most elves you’ve met with, but instead a full, close-lipped smile that reaches to his sharp eyes, his uncharacteristically full cheeks rising, his face slim and etched like the rest of his kind yet with more ruggedness and expression in it, remnants of a jagged past etched into his skin. 

“I’th really good.” You cover your full mouth, singing his praises with potato and sweet, savory bread in between. 

“I’m glad you like it,” The comment he passes hardly utters any attention to what you say, instead busy watching you consume like a ravenous animal. Cirdan brushes back hair that falls close to your plate, stroking just gently a thumb over your cheek. 

You swallow a few more bites before you feel the ache in your stomach subside. The intense way the elf keeps looking at you is not unforeign, but you still have yet to be comfortable with it. 

“Thank you for the food,” You wipe your mouth with your sleeve, hoping you weren’t too many levels of disheveled. “but, I have another favor to ask.”

“Hm?”

You witness in his eyes the willingness, eagerness to see what you desire. 

“Let me brush your hair?” 

Cirdan’s lips part in an ‘o’, before returning to the usual gentle hardness of his face.

“That’s all? I thought you were ready for dessert.” 

The elf lets out a stifled laugh, deep and bouncing off the small cabin walls in pure delight.

You shoot a self-conscious gaze at him, lips half upturned in a hidden smile; you’re not sure whether to laugh or bashfully tell him nevermind.

“You know you don’t have to ask. I was waiting until you were done to clean myself up--” He turns to the side, opening a stool compartment stuffed with a myriad of little things from nail polish to old lighters. His gentle hands searched for a delicate hairbrush, elven in the intricacy of its design and dwarven in its robusticity. The curving vines against the brushes ivory skin along with its weighty hold made it a piece of craftsmanship worthy of generational pass-down. 

 He takes your plate fit for kings off of your lap, moving it to the floor closest to the fireplace. In this house, everytime you attempt to do something, it seems to be done at-hand immediately before you can think to move. 

Cirdan wordlessly hands you the brush, tender fire under his palm gliding over the icicles you called fingers.

You attempt to scoot behind him, blanket nearly falling from your shoulders to do so, but the elf catches you. 

“I’m not letting you freeze to death on my behalf first,” He grunts, grabbing your hands in a chokehold. “You're practically frozen my love.” 

The tendrils of his fingers wrapping over your own were akin to hot coils, oddly welcoming and conflicting to your body void of warm blood. 

“Your behalf? I’m the one who suggested the idea!” You shake your head in mild disbelief. “Besides, being near the fire is warming me up. I’ll be unfrozen soon.”

Your airy voice is sarcastic and not nearly as teeth-chattering as it once had been-- yet still, Cirdan huffed over your fingertips, letting out heavy breaths to warm the parts of you that were yet to be anything but icy. 

“You aren’t going to win this fight.” He looked up at you, a serious furrow of his brows, “I won’t lose you to such simplicities of frostbite, you’re too precious.”

Oof. Right in the heart. Everytime you see his resting brooding face like that your chest lurches in worry--- but then he’ll say something so sweet in sincerity that you want to collapse into a puddle.

You open and close your mouth like a gaping fish, unsure what to say to beat, or even match that. 

The elf deeply exhales once more against your trembling fingers, letting silence float between you with the sound of crackling flames flickering in between. 

With a final heavy breath against your knuckles, he straightens your fingers out, placing them over his heated cheeks. Even with the ridges of bone and scar on his face, he was squishy and pliant like a human. Your thumb brushed against the healed tissue leading from the bridge of his nose to his blinding eye, relishing in the slow blinks he gave. He looked… tired, and yet full of comforting bliss. You break the silence with an anxious swallow.

“I can't believe this.. you should be scolding me, making me eat cold leftovers in a dark room for being late, once again. Instead you're welcoming with open arms and a full stomach? I just don't get you; I don't know if I ever will.” 

You smile a little sadly, grateful and mystified.

“Maybe you won't understand it,” Cirdan moves his lips to your palm, nudging it with a kiss. “but it's what I'd want.”

You did understand that. All those nights he laid in the cold snow after throwing himself against battalions as a living shield, coming home to an even colder room, eating alone and wondering if anyone was thinking of him. If he meant anything more than a body to be used. He wouldn't let you feel that way, if he could help it.

You nuzzled so hard against his face it made you both scrunch up your noses. 

“Oh I just-- wish I could stick you in my pocket and never let you go-- never let you feel anything but warmth and softness and love again.”

Cirdan grinned, his expression practically basking in the adoration. 

“You don’t know how good it feels to hear you say that.” 

You kiss him rough, not caring if the temperature difference sparks you both, making your noses tingle with electricity and your lips buzz. With gentle encouragement your hands holding his face might lead elsewhere, but tonight you wanted to show him the chaste devotion, the love he deserved in any way you knew how. Cirdan was fervent with his kiss, though he still seemed concerned with your warmth as his hands searched blindly for the blanket slipping from your back. 

You roll your eyes, letting your lips fall away with a warm breath. You're quick to get back to what you want, the task at hand.

“We're getting off track-- will you let me brush your hair now? I promise I won't freeze you with my icicle fingers.”

You drum your fingers against the sides of his cheeks, watching as he reaches for the forgotten brush on the rug, slightly dazed. You leave the tepidness of his face to snatch it with playful ease, ushering him to turn around.

“All right, all right, my love,” He concedes with a sigh. “Whatever you desire.” 

You grasp the edges of his messy hair as he faces away from you, pulling out the slipping black elastic band to let the rest of it fall; It’s gently knotted at the tips, but the rest of it still holds a sleek shine created from fine, thick strands and patient washing. 

“It’s my turn to take care of you..” You mumble, holding a fistful of silvery white strands with a calm stroke of the brush. The rhythm lulls you into a peacefulness, listening to the flickers of fire in front of you, the gentle snowfall from outside your little world of warmth and coziness. The blanket falls to your elbows-- you don’t go to fix it, so enraptured with the task at hand. 

Cirdan begins to hum just the slightest, his eyes shut in a stoney, calm expression that you can see if you tip just slightly sideways. It was a solemnly elven tune, and yet it slowed your heart so simply that you felt a wash of nostalgia and ease run through you. 

You would trade anything to keep this December night going, to have the man in front of you, held in your arms forever. Cirdan’s warmth was inseparable from your own, your bodies impossibly close for comfort. 

[twstgarden]

❁ ❝ 𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗮 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀? ❞

━ third years and gn! reader (separate ; can be seen as platonic or romantic) ━ how unfortunate, you had to leave your dorm to buy some snacks in sam's shop, only to realise that the moment you stepped out of the mystery shop, a heavy rain started to drench you and your groceries. (f/n stands for first name)

do not steal or translate without my permission.

"thank you! all the best for your future!"

as you waved at sam, his goodbye greeting made you smile and bow politely at him before leaving his store. it was going to be a great day, or so you thought. you held the grocery bags in both hands as you started walking away with the intention to head back to your dorm, but the sudden roar of thunder followed by heavy rain hammering down sage's island said otherwise.

"damn it. just what i need."

you mumbled sarcastically to yourself, sighing heavily as you walked to a nearby bench under a tree. it was a little soaked with how heavy the rain was, but compared to the open streets, it was better. you looked back at sam's shop and wondered if you could purchase an umbrella, but you had no madols left - the ones you used to purchase the groceries do not have any change, so you were left with 0 madols in your pocket.

silently admitting your defeat, you sat on the bench. your clothes were already drenched, so why does it matter if you sat on a wet bench? at least sitting under this tree won't let the rain hit your face directly.

and so, there you were, sitting on the bench with your eyes up at the leaves of the tree, thinking about your next step. should you just run back to the dorm and say "fuck it"? or should you wait on this slightly drenched bench for the weather to be better?

you were about to do what you think is the best decision - even though, it's not, until a shadow cast over you. your view of the tree leaves was changed with a piece of fabric and what seemed like the interior of an umbrella.

❝ 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝 ❞

"ooh, prefect? what are you doing in here all alone?"

that was the first thing you heard from your so-called saviour of the day. a semi-bright smile was seen on the heartslabyul third-year's lips as he stood beside you on the bench, covering your slightly drenched self from the rain.

"oh, cater, uh... i just finished my grocery shopping and i did not know it was going to rain today, so with my shitty luck, i got out of the shop and the rain started pouring... i did not have any madols left to buy an umbrella, so i sat here and... started thinking if i should just run back to my dorm or wait until the weather is clear."

cater let out a soft "ooohhh..." as you explained your little situation, then he urged you to stand up as he grabbed a few of your grocery bags, "i'll help you, then! we can share my umbrella."

you hummed softly and thanked him in response, standing up as you grabbed the remaining grocery bags that he did not carry. "what are you doing out here, though?" you asked, walking down the main street with cater by your side.

"oh, me? i just got back from the bakery at the foot of the hill and i knew it was gonna rain today, so i came prepared!"

lucky him for reading the weather forecast before going out, then.

after he said those words, cater let out a soft laugh as he nudged you a little bit and spoke with a teasing tone, "you should read the weather forecast every now and then, n/n~"

you snickered at his words and nudged him back by the elbow, "it was so sunny when i went out, literally there was no indication that it would rain! the world is out to get me, cay-kun, the world is out to get me."

as you both walked down the drenched streets of the campus, the sound of the heavy rain drowned both of your conversations and laughter. soon, you arrived at the front porch of your dorm, turning around to smile at cater as you gave him a little polite bow.

"thank you for coming to my rescue~ haha, just kidding, but thank you for accompanying me."

❝ 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 ❞

“you’ll get sick if you stay drenched out here.”

a kind voice seeped through your ears as you looked up and saw trey looking down at you with a hint of concern in his eyes. he held his umbrella towards you, sheltering you from the heavy rain while searching through his pockets for a handkerchief, hoping it might at least dry you up a little.

“i did not know it was going to rain today,” you replied sheepishly, “but at least i got my groceries.”

“which are also drenched.”

“…yeah…”

a soft sigh followed by a laugh left his lips before grabbing your grocery bags and urging you to follow him. “come, i’ll bring you back to your dorm and prepare some soup,” said trey as he started walking with you in tow, making sure you’re still shielded by the umbrella.

“you’re a life saver, trey,” you spoke with a soft laugh, “if only i had read the forecast, then i would have been prepared for this.”

“is that a new lesson learned, n/n?” questioned trey rather teasingly. “oh totally,” you replied, “maybe i should pack an umbrella for emergencies… but then again, it would mean we wouldn’t meet in the rain like this.”

“oh, no. that is dangerous. you might get sick,” spoke trey, clearly not getting the hint that you were trying to say you wanted to see more of him.

‘ah… how dense…’

❝ 𝐥𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐫 ❞

“are you trying to get sick?”

hearing leona’s voice made you look up as you replied, “of course not.”

“then don’t sit in the rain,” said leona as he continued sheltering you with the umbrella, “come, i’ll bring you to your dorm.”

without another word, you stood up with your grocery bags in hand and walked alongside the savanaclaw dorm leader. no words were exchanged for the time being, but he paused in his tracks the moment he caught you shivering a little and lent you his jacket.

“read the forecast next time,” scolded leona with a soft click of his tongue.

in response, you huffed, but held onto his jacket for warmth, “hmph, it was sunny out, so i did not think it would rain… but i think it was worth getting drenched in the rain.”

with a raised brow, leona asked, “huh?”

“’cause you became my savior!” you replied with a rather cheeky and teasing smile, wanting to joke around with him, but his deadpanned expression was ten times better in response. his deadpanned expression turned into a soft smirk as he said, “ah, you did that on purpose, then. you are as sly as ruggie despite being an herbivore.”

it was your turn to have a deadpanned expression.

“i’ve told you plenty of times that i am not an herbivore.”

“whatever you say.”

❝ 𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐧𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐭 ❞

“my my, did you not know you’ll catch a cold just bysitting in the rain like that? tsk tsk,” spoke vil as he sighed and pulled you up, “what are you even doing out here?”

“oh, vil! i went out for groceries, and…” you trailed off.

“…you did not know it was going to rain today?” questioned vil.

“...yeah.”

“hm. figured.”

you blinked in response, watching as vil turned around and urged you to follow him while you carried your groceries – which were drenched, by the way. “you could have stayed in sam’s shop until the rain passed,” suggested vil, “rather than moping on the bench like a wet cat.”

“i did not think of that… i was thinking of buying an umbrella, but i no longer have any madols left,” you replied.

vil hummed in response as he pulled you closer to make sure you were walking under his umbrella. he can’t have you sick now, can he?

“next time, bring an umbrella for emergencies. yes, we are in sage’s island and the weather seems to be under control, but you have to be prepared. you’re lucky i even caught you out here,” scolded vil.

“okay, mom,” you muttered.

“what was that?” asked vil with a raised brow, as if daring you to repeat what you just said.

you quickly shook your head in response, “nothing! um… what are you doing out here anyway?”

“i just got back from the botanical garden,” replied vil, “i was looking for a specific plant for a project of mine.”

“oh, i see…” you replied before looking up and realising you were standing right in front of ramshackle’s gate, “ah, we’re here! thank you, vil!”

just as you were about to run off, vil caught your wrist and spoke, “what are you doing? running in the rain all the way to the front door? no. i will accompany you. you’ll surely get a cold and grim isn’t exactly capable of taking care of you now, is he?”

❝ 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭 ❞

“oh la la~ seems i caught a sweet rabbit all alone.”

“rook, stop calling me that,” you quickly replied as you looked behind, “it’s creepy.”

with a soft laugh, rook proceeded to sit beside you, still holding onto the umbrella that now protected you both from the rain. “what might bring you here in this stormy afternoon?”

“groceries… and bad timing, i suppose,” you replied.

a dramatic sigh left his lips as he spoke, “mon dieu! how unfortunate. i shall take you home then, chérie.” as he stood up, he held his hand out towards you and smiled, “well, let’s get going, then.”

your walk back to ramshackle was a little quiet – well, you were. rook was busy talking and sharing a few things about his morning with vil and epel when you suddenly asked, “what were you doing out here, by the way?”

“ah, me? why, i was merely sightseeing!”

‘riiight… sightseeing…’ you thought to yourself.

“sightseeing… what… exactly?” you questioned, though at the same time, you wished you didn’t.

“wildlife, of course! just a lion in his natural habitat.”

‘called it,’ you thought.

“a-anyway, thank you for accompanying me, rook.”

❝ 𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐝 ❞

“ortho?”

‘right… why would idia be out here anyway?’

“hello!” chirped ortho as he smiled at you while holding an umbrella. he was protected by his gear, so he clearly did not need the item as he handed it to you. “what are you doing out here, nee-/nii-san?”

“i was buying groceries,” you replied.

ortho hummed a little ‘oooo…’ in response before replying, “you should bring an umbrella with you next time!”

“ortho! wait for me!”

the sound of another voice caught you off guard as you looked away and saw idia heading towards you and ortho. “i should not have gone out,” muttered idia as he quickly hid behind the bench after reaching you.

“huh? idia?” out of pure confusion, you looked at him wide-eyed like a fish, “this is a first.”

a soft grumble was heard from the ignihyde dorm leader as he replied, “don’t start, n/n. i needed some snacks, but ortho insisted i leave my room and accompany him in this quest.”

“it’s not healthy to have junk foods as your entire diet,” you spoke.

“not this again,” mumbled idia.

you laughed a little and patted his shoulder, seeing as he was crouching behind the bench, “i’m just looking out for you. well, let’s go?” as you stood up, so did idia as ortho trailed behind you both.

the walk did not take long until you reached the front door. once you entered, you turned around and spoke, promptly inviting them into your home, “come, let’s play some games and enjoy the rainy weekend.”

❝ 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐮𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐚 ❞

“child of man?”

a familiar voice made you turn around as you smiled and sighed softly in relief, and it took a few moments to realise the rain had abruptly stopped. “…huh? wasn’t it raining…?” you muttered, but as you looked at the man before you, he sported a frown.

“i did not realise you’d be out here. worry not, the rain has temporarily ceased. please, let me dry you off,” spoke malleus as he lifted his hand to cast a drying spell on you, but you knew just how powerful the gust of wind would be as you instinctively held onto the bench whilst he dries you off with his magic.

it did do the job, though, so you had no complaints.

“let me escort you back to your dormitory,” said he as you were about to grab your grocery bags, “and let me carry those.”

“wha- no, no, it’s alright. you don’t have to – “

“nonsense. this is the perfect chance to walk together, no?”

without another word, the grocery bags started floating beside you as he held a small smile on his face, gesturing you to follow him, and so you did. as you walked together and talked together, you couldn’t help but feel safe now that he was around.

“– and the order of their placement shows the most recent to the oldest carved gargoyles, which can also indicate just how long this academy has been around,” spoke malleus as he had been educating you on the gargoyles of night raven college, and you, of course, listened attentively.

all that talking made it seem like time was going too fast as you had already arrived at the front porch, causing you to sigh. “we’re already here? i wanted to hang out with you more,” you replied before realizing you had said those words out loud, which caused malleus to blink in surprise before smiling.

“we can always continue walking around. this building may seem old and decrepit, but it doesn’t mean it has no story to tell. don’t you think so, child of man?”

❝ 𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐞 ❞

“oh dear, by the seven, what is a poor little prefect doing out here?”

you huffed the moment you heard that before turning around to meet with lilia’s red eyes staring back at you with a teasing grin, but you knew he was worried about you as he quickly dried you off with a spell and held the umbrella over your head.

“you’ll get sick if you continue to soak yourself in the rain,” scolded lilia as if his teasing demeanor quickly turned into a parental one, “come, let’s bring you back to your humble abode.”

with a blink of an eye, lilia carried all your groceries in one swift motion, letting them float alongside you two as he hummed a happy tune while walking down the drenched main street. the umbrella continued to cover you from the rain as you stayed silent.

the short silence was cut by lilia as he gasped, “oh! i had completely forgotten. dear me, my memory must not be as sharp as it used to be.” confused, you blinked and looked at him, waiting for him to at least explain what he was talking about, but he had not said a word and instead, held your hand.

as you were about to ask what he was doing, you suddenly found yourself back in ramshackle’s foyer. did he just use his teleportation magic?

“…woah… that was so cool!”

you exclaimed, finding yourself amazed at the magical experience as you looked at lilia with a huge smile, “and you get to do that all the time? that’s so convenient! you are so cool, lilia.”

lilia laughed a little as he ruffled your hair, “look at you, gleaming like a kid looking at a candy. i suppose it is very cool, but cute is the best adjective to describe me, don’t you think so?”

“…um… yeah, sure.”

“is that hesitation i hear?”

you quickly shook your head, “no, not at all!”

in response, lilia smiled and patted your head, “then i am glad. i should reward you with a nutritious dinner made by yours truly.”

© twstgarden 2024 || please do not steal, translate without my permission, or use this to train a.i.

[m1d-45]

Midas, i'm FREE!

Work has been EXHAUSTING since the last time we chatted on tumblr, but i think your request box is open, and i'm feeling a request of cuddling otters of fontaine with platonc/sisterly bond with Siegewinne!

OTTERS! I fucking LOVE those little guys they look so fluffy!

And Siegewinne is so adorable and has Wrio for a -cough Father/boss cough- so Yeah.

-🥘Stew

a wondrous earth

note: i definitely did not realize that you didn't mention sagau at midnight so. just pretend okay shhh

word count: 2k

-> warnings: nothing explicit but does take place post-fontaine AQ and kinda assumes you know the lore.. containes a few wink/nudge references at most.

-> gn reader (you/yours)

taglist: @samarill || @sarienic || @valeriele3 || @shizunxie || @boba-is-a-soup || @yuus3n || @esthelily || @turningfrogsgay || @cupandtea24 || @genshin-impacts-me || @chaoticfivesworld || @raaawwwr || @ryuryuryuyurboat || @undrxtxd || @rainswept || @wanderersqt || @rozz-eokkk

< masterlist >

teyvat was beautiful. even through a screen, you could lose yourself wandering for hours, taking in the flowing rivers, delicate flowers, the way the clouds swept over the sky like they themselves were savoring the view. wildlife scattered the paths, butterflies in the air and birds chirping from every tree. sometimes you turned off the music and dialogue just to sit and bask in it.

it was no different now that you actually were in teyvat. if anything, the heightened detail only deepened your love for the sights. you could watch every feather shift, not limited by graphics and models, feeling the spray of saltwater across your skin. perhaps it was simply because fontaine was where you’d first awoken, but it would always hold a soft spot in your heart.

the city itself was stunning, with pristine white buildings that shined with even the slightest sun, the meka moving with fluid gears that barely whirred as they passed. coins littered the bottom of every fountain, the smell shifting from perfume to fried food to fresh fruit, tempting from their stall. you could have spent the entire day roaming its streets and only barely brush the surface of everything to see inside. flora, fauna, people and meka and melusines and you, the streets just populated enough to be welcoming without crossing into overwhelming.

it could be argued that its beauty was due to being the centerpiece of the nation. perhaps outside of its mother of pearl walls were ruined homes and muddied streets that would surely dim your favor, and perhaps that was why neuvillette was so gun-shy about recommending it to you. though he was very professional about it, you’d played enough of the archon quest to know that his insistence on tending to you personally was more out of worry than any sort of actual need. your years of amassed mora had found its way cleanly into your pocket upon arrival, and that combined with your knowledge of fontaine would certainly be enough on its own to find you a nice, cozy life, even without the whole “god of all” thing.

that seemed a bit too intimidating anyway. no, you were more interested in watching romaritime flowers bloom in the rain, and whatever other duties came of your title could wait. celestia had yet to come knocking and most of the higher officials seemed allergic to even thinking of suggesting something else to do, so your time was your own.

(while it was a bit funny, their want to help seemed to push the line of fervency. it was worrying, and another reason to spend some time out wandering on your own. they’d been through enough, and the last thing you wanted was to be another weight on furina’s shoulders.)

thankfully, fontaine was vast, and held no shortage of sight to see. with a bit of persuasion—read: barely hinting at it once while navia happened to be in the room—you were equipped with a travel bag and set off on your own, heading north. unfortunately, there was no way to cross to the other islands without taking the aquabus, and you did want to see the institute and the opera house for yourself.

fortunately, fontaine’s waters were fresh.. or, at least fresh enough that one could swim in it without a mask… or oxygen tank…

you’d figure it out. there was not a single chance that you wouldn’t at least try. even if you didn’t have whatever blessing that allowed the traveller and others to dive freely, the elements seemed to like you well enough, and who would pass up on the chance to see fontaine’s waters for themself anyway?

not you, certainly. you crouched in the shallows and cupped the waves in your hands, bringing it to your mouth and taking a cautious breath.

it felt, expectedly, perfectly fine. normal, even. you let the water fall, but didn’t exhale anything else but air. there was no pressure in your lungs, no burning need to cough, just an odd warmth that spread from your throat downwards. you didn’t know why—you’d somewhat assumed that vision wielders had some sort of internal “gills” that pushed out excess water—but shrugged it off, double-checking that your bag was safely stashed within a bush before wading deeper. the water was a bit cool, but not cold, welcoming you in like a freshly-made bed after a long day.

unsurprisingly, fontaine’s great lake was just as beautiful as the city. in the shallows alone, romaritime flowers gleamed, reflecting the light they absorbed from the sun over and over within their thin petals. fish in rainbows of colors flocked among the depths, rays of light reaching down and inviting you to follow.

the fish were mostly apathetic to your presence. they neither fled nor turned, just allowing you by as if you were one of them. the few meka were a bit more curious, coming up and bumping your hand to ask why you had descended with them. with a bit of coaxing, you let one of the smaller ones allow you to hold onto its fins, pulling you deeper still. crabs scuttled along the floor, stingrays following the dappled rays of light. even this far down, you could still see easily, watching algae sway and jellyfish bloom without error.

at some point, your meka stalled, lingering in space and turning around. its searchlight flicked over you and the sand, inching back the way you came. was this the edge of its patrol route? you waved it goodbye and it waited a moment more before finally moving away, slowly at first before returning to speed. there were probably others you could take back anyway… provided you remembered where you were anyway.

…that was a problem for later. you turned and swam, following the valley. it was getting a bit shallower, and the sun was beginning to dim, but your curiosity was not yet satisfied. you pushed, and continued. a deeper valley of the ocean came into view, a deep bowl marked by large columns of bare rock on the far side. there were more jellyfish around here, and a few stingrays with shining blue skin. you swam to some, curious, but as soon as you got close it turned and met you more than halfway, circling twice like a cat who’s owner had finally come home. you pet over its wings, the transparent blue layer making your fingers buzz. the ray pushed into your hand, and when it left for another cheerful circle, your palm was blue. despite the fact that you hadn’t felt tired or in any way abnormal since diving, the sight of the film over your hands settled confidence over your mind. whatever came, you’d be able to handle it.

why? you had no idea. was there really a way for you to to absorb xenochromatic abilities? was this even that anyway? who cared, really, if you weren’t hurt?

you pet the stingray again with your afflicted hand—not wanting to stain both, in case it was somehow something harmful—and look around the valley, soaking in the view. the sunlight had turned slightly amber, but it never hindered the sea’s beauty. pink and blue jellyfish, octopi shooting pearls of water back and forth. how, you had no idea, but you weren’t going to ask. not that they’d be able to answer, anyway.

tired out, the stingray settled by your side, tail loosely flicking to keep in place as the water shifted. despite the fact that it had definitely touched your skin elsewhere, only your hand remained blue. that cemented in your mind that this was one of the xenochromatic creatures, though to do so without the odd lasso was interesting.. then again, if you could make flames sway and wind pause, then who’s to say you couldn’t throw a few water blades?

the water hummed, something coarse brushing your other arm. you turned, but there was no other animal wondering about your presence. instead, after a brief moment, you recognized the figure swimming beside you as sigewinne, just not as you remembered her. she was really only recognizable through her antennae and bright red eyes, the bright nurse’s uniform of her standard model replaced by some sort of wetsuit and a thick belt around her waist. her heart-shaped purse was also replaced with a basket tucked into her elbow, but the lid over it was latched closed, preventing you from seeing inside. once she saw that she had your attention, she pointed up, and you followed her to the surface, albeit slowly. you didn’t really want to leave, and if she was anything like the others then she’d ask you to come into the fortress.

you surfaced beside her, taking a moment to adjust to the air, coughing twice while she pushed some hair from her eyes. it made sense she’d have an easier time adjusting, but you still felt a bit foolish. what happened to the whole “god of all” business?

“first water?” oh, that one was new. the others in the city tended to use titles related to justice. “may i ask what you’re doing out here so late?”

“i was just exploring, that’s all. what are you doing?”

she blinks, then pulls up her basket, undoing the latch and holding out. within, you can see some various plants, each wrapped and bundled tightly. “i was just collecting some herbs. most of the workers have retired and i’m not usually needed around this hour. are you cold at all?”

she looks genuinely worried, which makes you smile despite yourself. “no, i’m alright, thank you.”

if you were talking with anyone else, you’re certain they would have pushed. everyone in the city seemed hell-bent on making sure you never so much as caught sight of something imperfect.. but sigewinne just relaxes, nodding. “okay. if you’re looking for somewhere nice, may i suggest going east? there’s always otters there, even at this hour.”

otters. you’d almost forgotten about the star of the seas, so distracted by meka and your new powers. “that sounds lovely. would you mind showing me where?”

“of course!” she smiles and you swear you’ve never seen anyone happier, following her beneath the waves. fortunately, your abberant power faded when you surfaced, leaving you able to swim beside her without fear of acidentally triggering it. maybe you can ask about it later…

regardless, the trip is short. she takes you up into the shallows, onto a flatter plateau only about ten feet deep. true to her word, otters dot the surface, likely drawn by the plentiful clams in the sand. the few swimming about eagerly swim up to you, a sharp contrast to the other sealife. they nudge clams into your hand and curl eagerly into your hands, their fur soft and dense. they can hold their breath for longer than you’d think they’d be able to, letting you settle in the sand and pet them for as long as you wish. the water is brighter too, the edges of their fur catching the light.

with time, the sun will fall and your friends will tire, but it is still evening. you watch as sigewinne plays catch with an otter and its shell, smiling at the sight. it’s nice to be like this, tucked beneath the waves with someone who treats you almost comedically casually. maybe its due to her nature, maybe its because she’s a doctor, but that doesn’t really matter. you’re definitely going to savor time spent with someone so sweet.

[marshmallowmusing]

LOGAN FIC REC FRIDAY

“ feels like home „

definitely going to be doing more of these! might not have enough fics for every friday, but i will be sharing them on fridays from now on. was craving some comfort this week, and i’ve noticed logan writers can be really good at setting a cozy, warm atmosphere in their fics. so this week’s theme revolves around fics that make me feel safe, and home. links and descriptions of the fics are all under the cut 🤍

i only want to be with you

by @logaenhowlett

• logan comes home and muses on the life he’s built with you. the magic of this fic is… it’s so lived in, so domestic, it’s a window into logan’s mind<3

his girl

by @pedroscurls

• dancing with logan at wade & vanessa’s place. i love the way this is written, the way you fall for each other just feels inevitable, like finally coming home.

steady hands

by @wolvietxt

• you’re tired and upset, so logan gathers you up in his arms when he gets home. really love how reassuring he is in this one, it’s very grounding.

need you close

by @wadewinstenwilson

• you’re overworking yourself but logan’s a constant presence in the periphery. i love how quietly insistent he is to take care of you, it’s so sweet!

easy living

by @lostinlovingrevery

• a laid back morning from logan’s pov. the atmosphere of this is just so soft and tender, like a warm hug. logan’s voice is perfect.

i think you know that already

by @yxtkiwiyxt, 18+

• you move back to your parents place in a small town after losing your job. this one is long but it flies by! the slow burn of you and logan warming up to each other is unmatched<3

redamancy

by @little-miss-dilf-lover, 18+

• you worry you’re not enough for logan. he eases your mind, taking care of you until he proves to you you are. the atmosphere of this one is just so soothing!

thank you to all the writers for sharing your time and talents posting your works for all of us to enjoy, it’s appreciated! if you read any of these make sure to like/reblog/comment on the fics themselves to give the authors some love 🤍 check back on fridays for more!

[baxndaid]

rick sanchez x reader

headcannons or something idk i like old men read my stanford x readers here too x <- POLL AT THE END !!

- you’re probably a family friend, you come over every once in a while to supervise morty and summer while jerry and beth try to rekindle their failing marriage

- you do a horrible job because the kids always end up sneaking out with their grandpa to kill some god or something absurd like that

- your oblivious, rick isn’t necessarily cold towards you, just indifferent

- he would rather be elsewhere than in the living room talking to some random person that beth insists on having in her house

- one day you catch them sneaking out and probably hide inside of the trunk of ricks car(?) because curiosity killed the cat or something like that

- the cars system would probably inform him that he has an unexpected visitor and your caught red handed, now inside the passenger seat with morty and his grandfather

- awkward would not be enough to describe what that whole journey was

- rick would berate you for being so stupid, telling you that you had no survival skills getting into strangers cars like that

- morty sat in silence, disappointed that he couldn’t go to “boob world” or whatever he called it

- you see, you’re a professional glazer

- it’s not even unintentional like you’re genuinely super impressed by this guy what the fuck do you mean he’s fucked a planet?? crazy work me next

- he decides to keep you around to stroke his ego, it’s refreshing to have someone who’s not always busting his balls about morality and space laws

- and having someone as attractive as you worship him like a god sounded good to him

- after a while he’ll definitely enjoy your company but pretend he’s super cool and suave , pretending that he’s not excited to spend some time with you

- morty gets a little concerned at the fact that his grandpa has taken a liking to you, with with beth

- they know what he’s like, he’s brash and cold one minute, and a little normal the next

- they eventually give in though, they’ve never seen him so calm before, maybe you’ll change him and his chaotic ways

- (you can’t and you won’t)

- he’s super distant when he realises he might have genuine feelings for you, it’s not like him at all to feel all mushy

- truth is, he’s lonely, he’s sad, he’s afraid that things won’t work out, something bad happens to you etc, then he’s back to being lonely

- yeah he’ll probably be a little mean to you at first, to try and scare you off

- doesn’t work, so he gives up with the sass

- definitely builds you little trinkets and machines now and then

- you have no time to mow the lawn? he’s going to build self mowing grass for you (it’s a little sad)

- always stuck in traffic? he’s tinkered with your car and now whenever you drive by a traffic light it’ll always be green (so many casualties)

- too cold today? he’s going to discreetly push the sun a little closer to the earth, juuust a smidge

- he definitely butt dials you when he’s drunk only to cry on your lap until he sobers up and then pretends nothing happened, if he tells you anything particularly sensitive then your memories about it are going bye-bye

- it would take a lot for him to confess, for real

- normally though you’ll probably find a bunch of voice mails from him, he sounds rough and panicky, like he’s about to die in some stupid mission (you could always near morty crying in the background)

- he’ll tell you that he loves you, and that you make him forget about how much he hates himself

- forget about that though because in the very next voice mail he sounds normal again and is telling you to ignore what the last message said

- do not ignore it pls

- do something subtle but nice, like bake or cook him something, or buy him a new lab coat, anything

- he’ll probably get the hint soon

[fictitious-obsession]

DC Headcanon #1

◇ Jason Todd x Y/N: Love Language ◇

I feel like Jason's love language is somewhat tied to quality time and small touches.

He came from a home that was not healthy and that did not prioritize him, so he tries his best to make you feel wanted.

Weekends are for couch snuggles and movies or show binging. He sits with you for anything from terrible movies to drama tv shows. Even if you're not cuddling, he may put an arm around you or take your hand.

You receive texts of, "Hey. Missing you. Can I come over tonight??" or "Passing by your place for work stuff...can I stop by for a kiss good luck?" (He is a red heart emoji user, for sure.)

He stops by whenever he can to see how you're doing. Not minding if he sees you for 6 hours or 5 minutes. He prefers to see you over calling you. ....This may include knocking on your window while out as Red Hood.

Date nights are a must, but he will try to keep it as private as possible.

He likes to be close to you. If you're not in the mood for cuddles or closeness, he asks to just take your hand or put his hand on your thigh. Looking to comfort while gaining comfort.

He loves to be around you, but respects your mood and boundaries.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Just a short little thought I had. I just wanna cuddle him lol Anyway, hope you enjoyed it :)

Anyway, I'm back!!

~ Anya

[at4-raxia]

I've been eating up Mark Grayson X reader Fanfictions like a machine: series, one shots, headcanons and so on. But like, a lot of the readers in those are human and I can't help but think about the fact that the both of them, no matter what ending, they are doomed.

I mean, Mark is half alien and that gives him a really long life span. Compared to his, ours is the one of a thraxan.

Imagine the grief, the mourning, the sorrow that doesn't just appear when you die, it comes in your lives way before.

Sometimes you can't easily fall asleep in Mark's arms, you lay awake and look deeply at his face. Something builds up in your chest and your eyebrows furrow. He hasn't changed over the years, but you have: grey hair and wrinkles greet you in the morning as you stand by the mirror, while Mark's face is youthful and his hair is black and luscious.

You don't know if you should be angry at your humanity or at his alien heritage that will keep him alive in this world far longer.

In the deep of the night you wish he hadn't fallen in love with you, because it was selfish. You know Mark, you know how much he loves you, how much he will grieve.

Yet it's too late to go back, too late to not accept his shy invite on a date as the both of you are freshly out of highschool, when life was easier.

It's selfish to hope that he will love you even centuries from now on, so while deep down you want him to love you forever, you wish he will move on and find someone else that can keep him just as happy.

Mark tries to ignore the signs, you can call it denial I guess. At first he hadn't thought about this, he didn't really notice the grey hair, he saw some wrinkles here and there but nothing that made the alarms in his head ring. What really made him aware of your ageing was the frailness that came with it, the way you stopped going outside with him in fear of being judged due to the big age gap in appearance.

I think that Mark will mourn and if he moves on it's up to you, even though I don't think he would, especially if you have children (even worse if the kid looks a lot like you, even if the viltrumite genes are strong as hell).

Like imagine he remarries after your death and yet everything just reminds him of you, bonus points if your children don't like his new wife, lol.

[itsluckylolita]

Of Winter’s Flame Masterlist

What if Daemon Targaryen married Cregan Stark’s sister instead of Rhea Royce? What if instead of murdering her, she died in childbirth…giving birth to you.

Y/n Targaryen, a dragon raised by wolves. You grew up knowing only the North as your home, Cregan acting as your mentor and elder brother throughout your life.

Now you have been summoned to join the court of Viserys Targaryen a few years after the grueling incidents on Driftmark with no knowledge of why. A Stark rides South at the behest of a King.

What a familiar story.

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

(ONGOING!)

[gatitties]

Hello :)) could i request a straw hat, heart pirates (law) , kidd pirates(kidd and killer) having a gem! Reader (from steven universe) that can fuse with people? (Its not a devil fruit and they are actually a side project from vegapunk).

If its too many characters, perhaps only the strawhats?

Have a nice day ♡

—Strawhats, Heart Pirates & Kid Pirates x gem!reader

—Summary: A Vegapunk experiment gives you life, a gem with powers beyond a simple devil fruit user.

—Warnings: none

I apologize again for another break :/ and sorry if this is a bit brief, I don't know much about Steven Universe or what a gem can do specifically

─ It feels strange to have any kind of power that isn't conceived by a devil fruit, but at least you have the advantage of being able to swim in the sea.

─ Robin and Chopper are the most interested in how your abilities work; the fact that you can bond with someone who isn't a gem is fascinating.

─ Luffy will just want to team up with you for fun; you'll have to explain to him that you should only do it at certain times.

─ You tend to combine more with those who already have a powers; Luffy, Robin, or Brook, you're usually more powerful because they already have other abilities.

─ Although combining your own powers with Sanji's kicks, Zoro's sword style, or Nami, Usopp, and Jinbe's knowledge is also very beneficial depending on the situation.

─ Franky is the most excited to do the little dance to blend in with you, unlike Zoro, who prefers not to have to.

─ Sometimes you've even separated in the middle of a transformation just because you had an internal argument with that person.

─ Once your gem cracked a little, you gave Chopper a heart attack because he'd never seen you hurt before, but it was easily fixed.

─ They're extremely careful not to damage your gem for fear that you won't be able to regenerate.

─ The most aggressive combinations are Zoro, Sanji, and Luffy; the most defensive are Nami, Robin, and Brook.

─ It's quite incredible to see you in action, your abilities as a gem are a complete enigma to him; you just keep coming up with new tricks.

─ But what fascinates him most is your healing process, at first, he found you as a broken gem he was going to sell.

─ Then he found you as a human body, with that broken gem completely repaired attached to you.

─ He asked you a ton of questions and tested you after you joined the crew, even though you were just discovering your powers a bit, you were an experiment, just testing out everything you could do.

─ Then he discovered you could combine with non-gems, you're a real treasure trove of surprises.

─ He loves the way you two combine, your abilities and his knowledge (plus his own power) make you a real threat to your enemies.

— Although Law is very strict about this, you've done some testing and you can't combine for too long, or it will create instability.

—He'll bandage the area where your gem is located to protect it from damage, just in case.

—Combining with Law is both an offensive and defensive card.

— Probably the most unstable (at least Kid) you can mix with.

— Killer is always the best choice, although of all the crews, this is the one where your gem has broken the most.

— They're more careless, but they still worry if your human form disappears for too long.

— Kid is a little devil who enjoys mixing with you even if he has to do that stupid dance, but it's easier for you to end up in your own bodies after a short time.

— His fierceness and spontaneity make the transformation unstable, sometimes even impossible if he's very angry.

— Killer is the one you have the most compatibility with for a battle of attrition, his calm but aggressive nature and your skills combined make you two a very offensive individual for a battle, capable of holding together for longer.

— Although if you're also in a bad mood and you team up with an equally angry Kid, it can become a time bomb.

— It only happens in exceptional cases, where there is a rush to crush opponents effectively and quickly with aggression.