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mad4turtles · 2 years ago

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For fic requests maybe a donnie sickfic? Hurt comfort the beloved.. (Also i love your writing!)

Oh, I do Love a good sickfic! Sorry, this took so long, life has been kicking my ass :( But I hope you enjoy it!

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Donnie hates getting sick.

Really, though, no one would or should enjoy feeling like their insides are melting, their brains turned to slush or their noses constantly blocked (it's worse when it's one nostril first and then the other one, God.) But Donnie thinks, in his humbly correct opinion, he's wholly justified in his immense dislike of being sick. And it's not just due to the aforementioned reasons. But the actuality is far too... icky, gooey emotional to think too hard about for too long, even if it always pops back around, unbidden and unwanted. He prefers logic over the pile of irrational insecurities that linger in the back of his brain, collecting metaphorical dust.

The actuality is that whenever Donnie gets sick, he gets really sick.

Second to Leo, Donnie's immune system has always been bogus. Whenever a bug went around, Donnie was the first to get it, and it hit him like a bus. He'd be out of commission for days until his system finally purged the parasite, letting it spread to the brothers and father who'd hovered over him the entire time despite his protests.

And this leads nicely to the other issue that arises whenever nature decides to screw him: his family will not leave him alone. Ever.

He knows he's not the strongest of his brothers. That title, of course, goes to Raph easily, no question. But that doesn't make him weak. Just like his neurodivergent traits make him different, but no less a person and never a burden (in Dad's words, which, heart clench). Or how his soft shell makes him vulnerable in a fight but also Leo's favourite pillow on nights when it's impossible to sleep. They're all things his family have learned to work with or around to make Donnie's life somewhat easier. He's grateful for it.

All of that goes out the metaphorical bloody window the moment Donnie gets a case of the sniffles. And Raph is by far the worst for it, an all-around mother hen on a good day and a goddamn vulture of virtue during flu season. Except for Rat Flu, then it's every turtle for himself.

So this time around, Donnie deigns to keep this whole situation as far away from Raph's overprotective radar as possible.

Except this time, they've just survived an actual alien invasion by the skin of their teeth. And Donnie's got a raging fever that's higher than anything he's ever had in all his sixteen years alive. Apparently, one does not simply walk away from merging with the central system of a spaceship without bruises, scars and a virus that attacks his body with the proficiency of Dr Delicate Touch yeeting a whole-ass building with his bare hands. Which... actually happened, holy hell.

But they have more important things to worry about in the aftermath of the almost-apocalypse—namely ensuring Raph doesn't go blind in his right eye, or that Mikey's hands aren't forever marred by tearing a hole through reality, or that Leo doesn't die in his sleep.

So Donnie does what does best: he gets to work and ignores the pleas and cries of his aching body. He tends to Leo as he sleeps his injuries off. He dodges Raph's worried gazes like it's an Olympic sport and he's going for gold. He evades Mikey's gentle prodding like he does his responsibilities.

He's dizzy, itchy and all around just one big green and purple mass of overstimulation, mucus and pain, but he gets away with it.

Or he would have if it weren't for Casey being a snitch.

It's the fifth day after—well, after, and Donnie is hanging by a thread and pure spite. It's all he can do to pry his eyes open, everything sore and just plain awful in a way it's never been the last time he'd gotten ill, his body slumped at an uncomfortable angle over his desk. He forgot to take his battle shell off again, so now his back hurts on top of everything else.

It's worse than Rat Flu, worse than anything, and his shell hurts so bad he feels like crying. He's too tired for that.

So he settles for something simpler. He lies on his bed and lets nature take its due course. Surely, death is a mercy at this juncture.

But the universe has other plans and sends in Casey Jr to intervene.

Future Boy is doing his rounds, hopping between rooms to check up on everyone as Nardo sleeps in the med bay. It's really the one time during the day that Casey isn't glued to the slider's side, which is as endearing as it is exasperating. Donnie has done the math, and math doesn't lie. Leo is going to live. He'll be okay. And if the math is lying, Donnie will beat it raw until it tells the only truth that matters to him.

“Master Donatello, as funny as it is to listen to you wanting to beat maths to death, I'm legally required to ask if you're okay.”

Oh. Donnie cranes his sore neck to find Casey standing behind him. He blinks slowly. Had he said all that out loud?

“Yes, you did,” Casey smiles like this is nothing new to him. It probably isn't. “You missed breakfast, and Raphael asked me to come to find you in case you, erm... were dead? I can't tell if that was supposed to be a joke.”

Oh frick. His ruse. It's slipping. Better catch it before it falls off the metaphorical cliff and lands him in the biggest pile of metaphorical shit.

Donnie sits up and immediately regrets it, his spine seizing with the rest of him in agony, but he channels his inner Leo and plasters a smirk onto his face, spinning in his chair to face Casey. “Have no fear, Donatello is here. I am very much in one piece, as you can see, and very much undead—no, wait, not dead. I'm—I'm good.” Nailed it.

Casey doesn't look convinced. Phooey. “Are you sure? You look pretty beat. I mean, it's expected given the circumstances, but...”

“Yeah, yeah, I'm good,” Donnie scrubs a trembling hand over his eyes. It does nothing to dull the stinging behind them or banish the spots dancing across his vision. That's new. “I... I may have overslept, but alas, schedules have no meaning after the world literally nearly broke. Like our table—y'know, like the meme?” He snickers. “Has Mikey introduced you to memes yet, or—wait, did you have memes in the future? Jeezy creezy, can't imagine what kind of dark humour manifested in that timeline—also, time is relative according to Einstein, so really, maybe I didn't miss breakfast, maybe breakfast missed me—”

Casey puts his hands on Donnie's shoulders, steadying him as he lists too far to the right and nearly falls off his chair. The touch, for once, doesn't burn or make his skin itch with wrongness—Casey's palms are a balm for Donnie's frayed nerves. But he keeps himself from leaning into it as the boy pins him with an unreadable look.

“Donnie, please don't take this the wrong way,” Casey says with a disarming smile. “But what the actual, genuine hell are you talking about?”

Donnie stares at Casey, blinks slowly through the pain, and says, “you have pretty eyelashes.”

“... what?”

“And your nose. 's a good nose. Good for sniffin'. You sniff out all the bullshit with that big ol' schnozz, don't cha, Jones?” He snickers again, and even to his own ears, he sounds drunk. “Bet that's why you can't—can't stand sitting near Nardo for too long, he's fulla bullshit—oh sweet Galileo your had is so coooold that feels nice—”

Casey presses one palm against Donnie's forehead and hisses through his teeth. “Donnie, you're burning up. Like really bad.”

Donnie leans into Casey's palm, chasing the coolness. He feels a grin stretch his beak, delirious as the rest of him, as his mouth runs like the damn wind. “M' bad to the bone, daddy,” he giggles, “you can't handle all this hot stuff, look at me. Y'looking? I hope not, actually, that'd be weird, like Leo's obsession with the bone guy and his skin brother. That shit is wild, lemme tell you. Leo's so freakin' weird, fully bonkers, but I love 'im anyway—“

“I'm not kidding, you should not be this warm, not even for a regular—oh no.”

“Ah, that piss-talking son of a bitch, I miss 'im. I don't tell him that a lot... oh god. Leo could've died up there, 'n I didn't tell 'im I love 'im... ohhhh I'm such an asshole—”

“Donnie, your shoulders... is your shell hurting you? How long were you exposed to the Technodrome? How long have you been sick and not said anything? Donnie—oh shit!”

The world tilts, colours a gross mix of dull greys and purples, and Donnie's pretty sure he's on the floor. He feels so hot. And sweaty. And he's crying now. Gross.

“I love 'em all so much 'n I never say it, but feelings are hard,” he blubbers. Everything still hurts, but not quite as intense. Maybe that's a bad thing. It probably is. “I'm a bad—bad brother. I lie badly 'n I keep stupid secrets like bein' sick 'n dying but—but Leo, and Mikey's hands a-and Raph's eye, so like, what's it matter that my brain's melting or whatever when Lee nearly freakin' died—”

“Donnie, spirits help me you gotta stay awake, stay with me, please—Raphael! Donnie needs help—!”

He feels Raph's impossibly fast, lumbering footsteps shake the ground, and hears his choked voice call his name like a prayer. And then the world finally, finally, goes black.

~0o0~

'My mouth tastes funny', Donnie thinks when he finally crawls out from the sweet abyss of sleep.

It's a reluctant thing, but he's not mad about it. Nothing hurts, which is a nice surprise. His brain throbs, but it doesn't feel like he's melting or about to combust. His shell itches, but it doesn't hurt.

Huh.

There's something blessedly cool laid across his forehead, the rest of him bundled in something soft and smooth—his finger twitches—oh, his blanket. His special blanket from his special closet of special things for when the world sucks more than usual. Where did it come from? He doesn't remember getting it out.

Oh well. He snuggles deeper into it with a sigh, a drunken smile pulling at his lips. Donnie loves this blanket. He loves whatever heavy thing is draped over him from behind, squishing him tight enough that it's comfortable, like Raph's hugs. He loves Raph's hugs. He loves Raph.

“Purple? Are you with us?”

He also loves his Dad, like an embarrassing amount, and readily leans into the clawed palm that cups his feverish cheek. He doesn't open his eyes yet. Too much effort. “... D-ad?” he croaks and wow, is that his voice? Lordy.

He hears the smile and relief in Splinter's voice—“Yes, I'm here, my son. You gave us quite the scare.”

A cough rattles Donnie's chest and dry throat when he tries to speak again. Splinter carefully lifts Donnie's head from the pillow and brings a glass of water to his lips—beautiful, blessed water, how I have craved thee. Donnie drinks what he can as fast as he can without choking. Splinter chuckles, chiding without heat, “slowly, Purple.”

He takes the glass away, and Donnie smacks his lips. He frowns. “... teeth still taste like bees.”

There's a startled, familiar deep laugh behind him and Donnie jolts. Raph is here? Huh. That explains the weight, he supposes, and how the blanket got here. It's still odd because this is Donnie's bed, which is wedged against the far wall of his car, and Raph's too big to fit—

“You're not in your bed, Don,” Raph is still chuckling, exhaustion peeking through the cracks of fondness and relief.

Oh. He's talking out loud again. Lovely. “... where 'm I, then?” he murmurs.

“You're in my room. In my bed. With me.” Raph's voice darkens slightly. “Because I had to hear from Future Boy that you were too busy dyin' to come outta your lab for breakfast. Two days ago.”

Donnie's eyes snap open.

He sees that he is in Raph's room, wrapped from head to toe in his special purple blanket. He sees Splinter sitting on the edge of Raph's massive bed, which is just an oversized beanbag chair with blankets and pillows piled to the nines, his eyes crinkled by his tired smile. He looks over his bare shoulder (oh, his battle shell is gone, that explains the lack of pain) and sees Raph, his massive frame curled around Donnie's in a loose but protective embrace. He also sees that the smile on his brother's face doesn't reach his eyes at all.

Oh, Donnie thinks, I'm in the deepest of shit.

Raph takes a deep, deep breath through his nose, and Donnie wants to crawl into a pit. “Why,” he says slowly, patiently, his smile replaced with a frown half as deep as his chasm, “didn't you tell us.”

Now that his mind is more or less clear and agony-free, Donnie can list the plethora of reasons why he'd kept quiet: from the smothering and the mothering over the years over every little thing—his shell, his immune system, his 'functions'—to the part where, out of all his siblings, he'd come out of the invasion mostly unscathed. He could afford to ignore his needs over theirs and deal with the aftermath when it came. Once everything was fine and normal again.

But he looks into Raph's eyes—bloodshot, deep bags barely visible under his mask, damp with tear tracks—looks over at Splinter, whose fur is nearly matted and streaked with more grey than before, and finds that he can't.

Donnie doesn't always understand emotions, not like Mikey does, or even Leo, when he's not busy being a nightmare and an asshole who Donnie inexplicably adores. He doesn't always get why people do the things they do. Emotions are wild, unpredictable, and scary—they lead people to do dumb things like lying, crying, screaming, and sacrificing themselves for their families without thinking about the consequences. Donnie prefers logic, facts, and stone-cold evidence because it's safe, makes sense the way the rest of the world sometimes just—doesn't, not to him.

But it's his love for his dum-dum brothers that made him neglect what his body logically needed to keep going. Made him ignore it. Because it made even more logical sense to look after his family first. Just like they take care of him. Even if they smother him, it's not on purpose. That's their logic. It makes sense to them to take care of Donnie that way. Because they love him.

Logic driven by emotion. The two can co-exist, after all. And Donnie is an idiot.

He shuffles in his blanket prison until he's facing Raph and buries his face under his big brother's chin. Raph twitches, perplexed. “Don—?”

“M'sorry,” Donnie mumbles. He shuts his eyes against burning tears. “Didn't... had to take care of you. Leo's hurt. Mikey's hands... your eye... didn't need me going down, too. You'd focus on me and I—I couldn't... I thought it was the logical course of action, keeping my mouth shut, making sure you dum-dums get better, but—”

He sniffs. Dammit.

“All I did was scare you more,” he admits, shame burning deep, scalding holes in his chest. “All I did was hurt. Now I'm here and, and you're here and D-Dad's here, and you're not with them and—I'm the dum-dum, I'm a burden, now, and I-I'm sorry—”

Raph all but hauls him into a shell-crushing hug, curling around him like a spiky shield against the world as Donnie falls apart. There's a rumble deep in Raph's chest that soothes Donnie immediately—an old trick he's used when they were small to help them sleep when Splinter was away. It doesn't stop the tears, but it helps.

“My son,” Splinter hops onto the bed behind Donnie, reaching to stroke his head, claws gently scratching his scales. “You are never a burden. Your health—your life—is just as important to us as your brothers'.” He chuckles. “You know, for someone so intelligent, the obvious often illudes you. And I'm sure we've just had this conversation with Blue.”

“Doesn't count,” Donnie mutters into Raph. “Leo nearly died—”

“And you could've, too, Don,” Raph says, and what? “Your fever was high as a kite, and your shell—dammit, Donnie, when you said the ship jacked you up, you didn't say how bad. You... you can't do that again. You can't—“

His voice cracks. Donnie's heart cracks with it.

He looks up and sees the tears leaking through Raph's closed eyelids, and he can't take it. He struggles out of Raph's grip--out of the special blanket that his big brother had made for him out of love and mother-henning that Donnie thought he loathed but wouldn't know what he'd do without-- and throws his arms around Raph's neck. Raph squeezes him back. It sends an uncomfortable jolt through the soft shell, but he doesn't care.

“Stop,” Donnie begs as tears trickle down his cheeks freely. “Stop that. Stop it.”

Raph sniffles. “Stop what?” he croaks.

“Crying,” Donnie hisses. “I hate it. I physically cannot handle watching you do that thing with your eyes anymore, I hate it, stop doing it.”

A pause. Then Raph is laughing, but he's still crying. “Can't help it, Dee,” he says, nuzzling Donnie's shoulder against his wet cheek. “When your little brothers pull too much stupid crap in a row, it makes me feel some kinda way.”

“Join the club,” Splinter mutters, not unkindly. Donnie feels his tail wrap around them. “We've got jackets and tissues.”

Donnie hugs Raph tighter. “If—If I promise not to do it again, will you stop crying?” It's a childish thing to ask but screw it. Screw logic, screw the Krang, screw this stupid bug, screw everything. “I swear henceforward to abstain from pulling any and all sacrificial, illogical or emotionally driven actions which could be detrimental to my health, yours or the fam's well-being, lest I must bare witness to your incredibly offensive emotional distress—”

“Donnie,” Raph is fully laughing now, bundling Donnie up as he sits them upright on the beanbag bed. Donnie draws back enough to see his watery grin. “I'm not asking for the Declaration of Independence. I want you to stop being a dum-dum and tell us what's up from now on. And I'll... I'll dial back on the smothering thing. I know I do it a lot...”

Donnie wipes his eyes with the back of his hand and shrugs. “Maybe. But I get it. That's how you function. That's how you love. That's... you. And I love you, so... don't change too much?”

Raph stares. Splinter stares. Donnie cringes, his face hot in a way that has nothing to do with his fever. “No, wait, no, that was bad, no, sorry, that was yuck, can I get a do-over—oof! Aaaaand you're hugging me again. Cool cool cool. That's cool—oh, no, Raph, what did I just say about crying?!”

Donnie just catches Splinter's long-suffering mutter of “Boys,” over his screeching and Raph's laughter as the snapper doubles over with Donnie still in his arms.

Donnie doesn't go back to his lab (from which he is grounded for two days, these bastards) or his own room that night. They all camp out in the living room instead for a mandatory turtle pile, plus Casey and April, who support a limping Leo through from the med bay to join them.

Donnie's twin looks at him and says, “you're an asshole, Dee.”

“Ey!” Raph scolds from where he's pinned under Mikey, the box turtle using him as a pillow.

Donnie meets Leo's glare and says, “it takes one to know one, asshole 2.0.”

Casey gives himself hiccups he laughs so hard, and April nearly drops Leo.

Donnie ends up squished in the middle of the pile, just like it always is whenever their resident (and only) genius gets a case of the sniffles. Except this time, it was worse, or it could have been. This time, Leo doesn't bother to ask permission to snuggle under the special blanket with Donnie because he doesn't need to. This time, Donnie doesn't complain about the smothering.

This time, Donnie falls asleep with a smile.

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watevermelon · 4 years ago

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Just Enough | Diluc (Genshin) x Traveler!Reader

✧ Summary: Between freeing Dvalin and pursuing the Geo Archon, you were constantly moving forward to find your brother with hardly a second to look back. You were in a rush to find your lost sibling, not realizing how your heart had stopped in Mondstadt. Visiting the city while waiting for things to die down after Rex Lapis’ death, you return to a… jealous Diluc?

➳ Spoilers for the Dark Knight Hero quest and some of the manga background ➳ Notes: lots of fluff, slight angst and jealousy, character development, mutual pining at one point, a long one-shot that covers the (1.0) beginning of the Liyue story ➳ Navigation

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If he had only asked you to stay.

To say that these past few weeks were a blur would be a severe understatement. For months you were simply a lost wanderer, traveling from world to world for any sort of clue that could lead you to your brother.

And in just a matter of weeks you were suddenly Mondstadt’s hero.

From bringing peace to Dvalin’s heart to meeting Mondstadt’s infamous Dark-knight hero, you were familiarizing yourself with a people and a place for a world you knew you did not belong to. Learning of the history of the Seven Archons, the Gods’ of contracts or of freedoms, suddenly you were being thrust into it all at once.

You shared the burden of knowledge with a few of Mondstadt’s elite, the true God of Freedom walking in plain sight to the citizens of his nation. And with him, were the quick allies you found side-by-side when fighting a dragon.

It was all happening so suddenly and Lord Barbatos himself was giving you directions to the next country over, to continue on your journey in meeting all seven Archons to Liyue.

To this day, you could fondly recall your final celebration in Mondstadt.

“To think that despite his small stature he can drink so much.” Kaeya commented from his seat at the table, eyes slid in the direction of Venti at the bar next to you. You could see the impatient stare behind Diluc’s eyes, not at all happy that their God was indulging himself so freely.

“Honorary Knight, Mondstadt thanks you for your service.” Jean formally stated, for the nth time since Dvalin had been freed.

“I’m just glad I was at the right place at the right time.” You answered back, offering a placating smile in return.

“Humility doesn’t pay for dinner!” Paimon hmphed next to you.

“But aren’t we at a feast now?” You countered, gesturing to the table.

She sighed again before moving to get a taste of some of the honey roasted ham. “Fine, don’t blame me when we have to settle into that poor excuse of a tent!”

“Please, do not feel you are in any rush to leave.” Jean offered, “You are welcome lodgings at our Favonius Headquarters.”

“With the other Knights of Favonius?” Diluc asked, face completely blank if not for the small upward tilt of his left brow.

Kaeya flirted with you from across the room, uncaring of the other partygoers, “You could always stay with me.”

You laughed lightly and responded, “That’s a hard pass.”

The Cavalry Captain simply shrugged, offering it to you again if you changed your mind before grabbing another glass of wine and walking with Jean toward the busy table.

Barbara was trying different dishes and offering some to her older sister, spouting descriptions with medicinal purposes and flavors that compliment one another. Lisa was no better as Amber egged both of them on, completely sober as she continued to feast on the food laid before her. Other Knights of Favonius that you recognized were scattered about, enjoying the first truly peaceful night in the past few weeks.

“You are welcome to stay at the Dawn Winery, while you look for your brother.”

He relished in the sight of your smile.

“Thank you, Diluc.”

That was three months ago.

And since then you had been thrown into more of not your business but suddenly IS your business, business.

You remembered your last day before setting off from Mondstadt. The Knights of Favonius would surely call on you again and so you had quick goodbyes with Jean and Kaeya the day before. Venti was saved for last, a somewhat light-hearted and yet somber goodbye as he was the first and last person for you to see in Mondstadt.

But Diluc… How could you even start that conversation?

He was the lone wolf with a prickly reputation and an even worse sense of patience. You remembered the first time you even spoke to him, clipped words meant to get straight to the point. Not to mention that he was the first person to antagonize Kaeya, who was one of the few people you kinda trusted in the beginning.

It was not until the side adventures, the little quests you did one-on-one that you realized how much more there was to the edgelord that was Diluc.

Of course, he was still the strict type to focus solely on the mission.

But you realized more about why Diluc had come to be this way.

‘The uncrowned king of Mondstadt.’

As you worked together against the possible abyss invasion of Mondstadt, you poured over strategies and testing of his slime potion. And while slimes were not the hardest enemies to fight, he still complimented you on your form and appreciated your quick style with the sword.

You had a unique style, unlike Kaeya or anyone else of this world.

“Elegant, but deadly.”

You took that as a compliment.

And little by little Diluc opened up to you, cluing you into his personal history.

He and Kaeya were step-brothers, growing up together at the Dawn Winery. How he knew Jean since he was child and once served as her superior in the very organization he now despised. How he still has things to protect, to avenge. And while his description about what happened to his father was nothing more than a quiet stare, you were still grateful that he was entrusting you into his world.

You remembered Kaeya’s words as he discovered Diluc’s nighttime secret:

“I’m glad you’re working with an assistant.”

Kaeya’s tone may have come out scathing, but you knew better. Kaeya and Diluc used to be close, close enough to entrust their lives with one another. There was no doubt that Kaeya still cared about his brother, but with Diluc pushing everyone away….

Again, you were so appreciative that he chose to let you in.

When Kaeya finally left the bar, you turned to Diluc with a smile. “I think my work tonight earned me at least one glass of wine?”

That broke a small smile on his face, not the slight tilt on the sides or the wistful, far off look he got when he recalled something beyond your knowledge.

“Alright.” He waved over a nearby waitress, all of the customers tonight employees of the Dawn Winery. “Let’s take this up to the balcony, I’m going to close up anyway.”

“Oh?” Paimon’s squeaky tone somehow went up another octave in curiosity, “I just remembered I have to ask Venti something! Why don’t you two enjoy your date alone.”

She flew away before you could swat at her for her teasing words, blush apparent on your face. Diluc kept his flat face as he maneuvered things behind the bar, wiping at something before putting something in the below cabinet.

To your surprise, he handed you a bottle and two glasses, motioning with his head toward the second floor. Charles was among some of the ‘customers’ tonight, taking his usual spot behind the bar as Diluc stepped out.

You followed him wordlessly, walking up the steps and out the second-floor door closely behind him. He pulled out a wooden chair next to the table outside, you taking the seat underneath the stars as he plopped down alongside you.

“I thought the stars here in the city would get overcrowded by the lights.” You admitted, “But they’re beautiful even here.”

“Yeah, they are.” Diluc agreed, making you smile before turning to him.

“You’re not even looking at the stars.”

The pyro-user simply smirked, before looking up at the starry sky with you. You relished in the moment, glad to have some time alone with Diluc. Many had commented that the winery owner was so elusive, missing from the bar weeks at a time and unseen within the city walls. And yet here he was, enjoying the crisp air and a glass of wine with you.

“Thank you.” You started.

“Shouldn’t you be demanding thanks from me?” Diluc asked.

You laughed lightly, “Yeah, cause I’m sure that the abyss mage would have totally kicked your ass without me.”

Diluc had that slightly amused expression on, looking a bit more light-hearted as he turned to you with a slight tilt at the corner of his lips.

You continued, “I mean, thanks for entrusting me with your secret.”

Diluc paused, looking you straight in the eyes, probably to gauge your honesty. And he would concede that there was nothing else there. You wanted to be his friend, the first in a long time to have approached him without your own agenda regarding either the winery or his fortune.

In return, he poured you a glass of wine and replied, “You’ve long earned it.”

“Thank you, Diluc.” You took the glass and felt your heart flutter at the brush of his fingers. “I’m glad I got to know you.”

“I’m glad you’re in my life too.”

He shot you another one of his genuine, millisecond smiles before pouring some from the bottle for himself.

“Wine and not grape juice today?”

But he did not answer, instead eyes latching onto the rise of goosebumps on your arms. You could not help it against the crisp Mondstadt air, naturally feeling a chill at this time of night. Without a word, he shrugged off his outer coat, the thick black one he wore at almost all times of day, and rested it casually on your shoulders.

You muttered a small thanks as you snuggled into it. Diluc’s iconic dark coat, a complete contrast to yourself. While you wore a white dress with open sleeves and plenty of skin, Diluc wore black covering most of his body with the exception of his neck and face. Seeing it on your shoulders only reminded you of that fact.

“Don’t need you getting sick anytime soon.” Diluc stated plainly, as he returned to his seat.

You huddled into it more and replied, “Aw, Diluc cares.” Again, you were rewarded with another flat expression. “Or rather, if the events of today are to show anything, you’ve always cared. Just in your own, protective way.”

He slung an arm across the back of your seat, leaning closer before stating in a low voice. “Don’t forget that.”

Your eyes snapped to his, the both of you basically sharing the same breath in your close proximity. His scarlet eyes, usually a searing color when on the battlefield, looked surprisingly tender only inches from yours.

“You mean so much to me, Diluc.” You whispered back, afraid that anything above a whisper would punctuate this amorous atmosphere.

He slowly dragged his face alongside yours, stopping beside your ear and continuing in his low voice. “So do you.”

There was no stopping the shiver of anticipation that crawled up your spine.

You could feel the small smirk grow against your skin before he pulled off and grazed his lips against your forehead.

The expression on your face was practically begging him to kiss you. From the small lean in your side against his arm slung around you to the way your eyes slowly fluttered closed, it took all of his self-control to stop himself before he pulled you closer. He wanted nothing more than to grasp you by the back of your neck, relish in the way you melt against him. To kiss you now and tomorrow and maybe even the morning after at the winery.

Diluc had to remind himself that in less than a week you were going to be long gone.

He did not want to ruin this memory a week from now, asking what if and why. And so he settled on a simple kiss above your brow before leaning back in his seat, enjoying the moment he had with you tonight.

You were disappointed, but actually not surprised. It was a feat in itself that you were so close to Diluc in this short amount of time, it would do no good in pressuring him into anything else. But also, another more rational part of you, had to remind yourself that getting attached to the people of this world would only make it hurt more when you had to return home.

This was for the better.

But no matter how much rational thought Diluc used to push you away, you were sure that you had already fallen for him. From the small interactions with Diluc, you could barely recognize the moment that you were completely enamored with him. It was not during the first time you saw him fight or even the night he leant you his jacket. No, you feared it was much before then.

To think you had gotten attached to Diluc in such a short amount of time.

But then you had to say goodbye.

“Safe travels.” Diluc stated from behind the bar when he saw you enter on your last day.

You were not sure what you expected, a drawn out goodbye or a fore longed hug, but Diluc was still, well. He was still Diluc. And to see him re-erecting his walls before you left for your journey was a sad thought, but needed while the two of you were hundreds of miles away from one another.

But you would regret it if you didn’t say anything.

Instead you settled on, “I’ll miss you.”

The hopeful look in your eyes spelled out exactly what you wanted to hear back.

Diluc instead replied, “You fight good.”

“Oh. Um.” The hesitation was clear in your voice.

Was this really how you were going to leave things?

But with Diluc turning his attention back to the wine glass he was previously wiping, yes. It seemed that this was exactly how he wanted to leave it. Paimon scoffed, but said her own goodbyes before flying away.

“Goodbye, Diluc.”

Outside the tavern, you let your frown grow at that interaction. After everything you had been through together, Diluc complimented you on your fighting? Then said peace out?

“That was really lame.” Paimon commented aloud as she floated alongside you. You could not help but internally agree, but you had a whole journey ahead of you. At least the busyness of Liyue would keep you busy from dwelling on that conversation.

But as you said goodbye to Venti, the both of you stood in silence under the giant tree staring at the city. You thought about going back three times, to get a proper goodbye out of Diluc. But doing so would do neither of you any good, since it would only open more issues.

“No more questions about the other Archons?” Venti asked, voice surprisingly serious.

“Can’t think of anything.”

“None even of a certain… winery owner?” You could almost hear the smile in his voice.

You rolled your eyes and responded, “You’re such a little shit.”

“Hehe.”

You both continued to stare at the city, the marvels of its people and history within its high walls. To think Barbatos and Dvalin were finally free, because of your otherworldly intervention. Venti was truly thankful for you, and while he knew his words were on the more mischievous side, he knew that you understood.

Venti’s voice permeated the air. “Be safe in Liyue.”

You smiled back and offered him a tight hug, replying. “As always.”

To think that the same day that you stepped into Liyue, Rex Lapis was murdered before your very eyes. It was like the Gods actually hated you, having to rely on a Fatui to run away from the government officials hot on your trail.

Since then you had been working with Zhongli to prepare for a parting ceremony. From running around for certain types of Jade materials to singing to flowers, you were happy to take a second to yourself at all. You were afraid that trouncing around Liyue with a bounty on your head would do you no good and often stayed in the wild areas. Visits to the city were for necessities only, which often left you relying on the ever so truthful Childe or the mora-averse Zhongli.

More than three months after your initial departure to Liyue, you stepped back into the walls of Mondstadt’s bustling city, a commission nearby and you figured you were safe simply due to your reputation under the Knights of Favonius.

Venti was the last face you saw and the first face that greeted you, beckoning to join him for lunch. With your final commission of the day finished, you joined him with a smile and ordered some honey roasted ham.

You recounted some of the news to Venti, meeting many of the adeptus and how out of touch they seemed with the region. You described Zhongli from the funeral parlor who always felt like he knew more and played a higher part in Liyue (and you inwardly noted how Venti’s eyes lit up in recognition at the name). And also, Childe the Fatui Harbinger that had you on edge.

“You’re hanging out with a harbinger?” Venti asked.

“Uh oh.” Paimon reacted.

“Well.” You remembered your last encounter with Signora. “It’s complicated.”

Venti paused before sighing, “Is he cute?”

“That’s not why!” You huffed back instantly.

“So he is cute!”

“And rich!” Paimon added, joining in on the teasing.

“Not the issue here.” You stated, “He saved me from the Millelith and helped me get into contact with the adepti.”

Venti’s mischievous smile from the earlier teasing turned blank, as if he was fully ingesting your words. “... Why would he do that?”

“Huh?”

But Venti quickly recovered, waving away the question and urging you to move past it. “Just thinking out loud, continue. What happened after?”

And so you recalled everything from then. How the soldiers followed you all the way up the mountain and how you had to defend yourself from people that were supposed to be on the same side as you.

How there was someone out there with the strength to take down a God.

Venti laughed at you for like, twenty minutes.

After his laughter subsided, he held a hand over his stomach and asked. “They think you killed Rex Lapis?”

He took another look at your pouting face and laughed again.

It only made you scowl further. “I’m glad you think my supposed war crimes are so funny.”

“I think I’m missing the punchline again.” Paimon added.

“Hehe. You’ll be fine.” Venti shot back his mischievous smile, “Besides, I’m sure you’re looking forward to laying low here with a certain… someone here.”

You paused and put your fork back down, “What are you trying to say?”

“Well, the Dawn Winery is throwing a festival tonight.” Venti stated clearly, “Isn’t that why you’re here?”

“Wait, really?”

The mischievous light was back in Venti’s eyes, “I’m sure the winds of fate have brought you here purely on coincidence.”

You sighed and turned to him fully. “You trying to fight, old man?”

“Hehe.” His signature giggle, one you found almost endearing, was undoubtedly mocking you. “We should go together later.”

And true to his word, somehow you found yourself with the Anemo Archon heading over to the bar. To think that it was Venti who introduced you here and now he was bringing you along again.

That is, if you even had a chance to make it inside at this rate.

The area was packed to the brim, all the seats outside in front and on the side of the building already taken. There was a line out the door, many hopeful young women with gleaming eyes trying to get a one-on-one conversation with the current barkeep and owner.

You peered into the open door and saw Diluc and Charles behind the bar, the red-head adorned with his usual flat-expression. It was the first time in months since you had seen him, but he looked exactly as the day you had left. Still the same colored wardrobe and prickly atmosphere, Diluc was still, Diluc.

What did not help was the ever growing line of flirty men and women trying to vye for his attention.

It only seemed to further nail the pit in your stomach.

Was this… jealousy?

You didn’t dwell on the thought for long.

Instead, you considered for a single-second if you should just turn tail now, but Venti must have seen your hesitation and grabbed you by the arm to walk inside. Dozens of eyes followed you on the way in, many people recognizing you as the young hero of Mondstadt and honorary knight of Favonius.

The crowd was surprisingly less inside, but knowing Diluc he probably would have tried to corral everyone to the outdoor areas. Venti continued to lead you towards a table in the back and you saw a familiar red-bowed Outrider.

“I didn’t even know you were going to be here today!” She greeted you excitedly.

“Tone-Deaf Bard here convinced us to stay the night.” Paimon replied.

“Oh?” Her voice lifted in a tone that only spelled trouble, “No matter, I’m glad to see you in one piece.”

“I’m assuming you’ve heard.”

Amber stretched in her seat and lowered her voice, smile turning to a smirk. “Well, I won’t confirm anything. But my suspicions are that the blonde person the Knights were pursuing for stealing the Holy Lyre may be the same blonde person running from the Millelith.”

“What a crazy theory.” Paimon responded as she cleared her throat.

“At least it’s just a theory, right?” Amber replied. “Anyway, we’ll hold the seats. Do you mind going up to the bar to order?”

Paimon chimed up as she floated down into the wooden seat, “Yeah, you should go.”

You barely had a second to object before Venti agreed and was motioning for you to go back to the bar. If not for their eager stares at you, you would have rolled your eyes at how obvious they were being.

“Fine, fine. I’m going.” You stated aloud, getting up from the seat you inhabited for at most ten minutes.

Turning towards the bar, you took in a deep breath to collect your thoughts. To think you fought the Wolf of the North and Oceanid with more courage - it was just Diluc.

“Long time no see.” You greeted, trying to sound extremely casual. “Bottle of wine for one of your favorite people?”

Diluc looked at you for a quick second, then back down to the bar, then rapidly snapping back up to you in surprise. “Hey. Of course.”

Unsure what to say, you responded back with a simple, “Thank you.”

“Didn’t know you’d be in town today.”

“It was all coincidence. Venti told me about your event tonight.” You mentioned, motioning behind you to the table where the three of them were waiting. Amber waggled her eyebrows in response and you turned back to Diluc in embarrassment.

But he was looking at you the entire time. “For a war criminal, you look well.”

“Ugh, not you too.”

“Ironic how you delinquents always return here while hiding it out.” Diluc did not answer, instead openly teasing you.

Honestly, it was a little ironic that you and Venti ran here after stealing the Holy Lyre, just to end up back here while the Millelith were on the hunt for you.

Instead you replied, “They didn’t release any names.”

“Right, it’s probably some other sword-wielding blonde with white clothes and access to the Anemo vision.”

“Obviously.”

To think you were so involved in Teyvat's politics. An otherworldly being with no prior connections to the people or nations was somehow involved with the highest ranking people of every country you’ve stumbled into.

Everyone from the Dvalin team knew about your primary objectives: to find your brother and regain your full power through the seven Archons. And when news of Rex Lapis’ death reached Mondstadt, Diluc could almost physically feel the dread in his heart that something had happened to you. And when the Millelith released their man-hunt of your exact profile, there was no doubt that you were involved.

To see you standing before him, in association with an Archon of all people, it was like a breath of fresh air on his heart. You were here in the tavern, fine and even enjoying the night.

A large part of him wanted to ask about your journey, what was it that had you on the run again? But with the growing line out the door, he knew he barely had time to keep this conversation going.

So instead, Diluc grabbed glasses and a bottle of wine from beneath the bar and asked, “Spare a few minutes for me later?”

You nodded quietly, handing him the necessary Mora before returning back to the table.

Amber did not pull her punches, “So, you guys dating yet?”

You almost dropped the bottle, but Venti was quick even through his laughter.

“Yeah and I’m the Archon of Snezhnaya.” Paimon replied sarcastically.

“Shut up.” You pouted, “It was just nice to see each other after all this time.”

“Oh so you had a good conversation? Did he ask you to stay after? Are you going to stay the night? Did he offer for you to stay at the Dawn Winery?” Amber spit out question after question, not a sense of patience or tact in her words.

Venti was still laughing like the Archon of assholes he was.

While they prodded through their multiple questions, you tried to wave them away to another conversation topic. If Amber was prodding you like this, you could only imagine that the other Knights, such as Kaeya and Jean, were also aware of your strange relationship.

Amber tried to push it a bit more, but you were able to spin the conversation to ask what the others were up to. It was interesting to hear about the little tasks in Mondstadt, small commissions that the Knights take care of in the city as well as guarding the areas further out into the country.

And while you hated to drift off with them sitting right in front of you, your mind often wandered toward the red-head behind the bar. Diluc had personally asked you to stay back later, undoubtedly to speak to you about something one-on-one. Would it be cowardly if you left early? Would the others notice if you tried to make a break for it at one point?

Again, it seemed as if Venti was capable of reading your mind, lightly calling you to attention and putting a casual hand on the back of your chair.

He was not letting you get away from this.

Venti even shifted the conversation to you, asking about Liyue and the local adventures you had while in the city. Unable to ignore the direct questions, you told them about the stories of the people you met so far and the strange events you seemed to be dragged into.

“Wait, start over.” Amber cut into your most recent story about a ship just outside of the Liyue city. ”You just glided down onto the Pearl Galley?”

You paused then replied, “Well. I mean the ship was just sitting there outside the harbor and I was curious.”

“And so you boarded a luxury ship without an invitation?”

“Yeah, so?” Paimon answered with a question, genuinely confused.

“And yet you wonder how you keep getting involved in all these crazy schemes.” Amber answered ambiguously.

“Well, eventually I did get an invitation.”

“But after you were already on the ship.” Amber pointed out. “How did you even glide that far out?”

“I climbed to the top of the nearby mountain and then just dropped down.”

“Wow.”

“Is it really a surprise?” Venti commented, “She doesn’t even follow the proper stairs here in the city. Don’t think we don’t see you climbing over every wall here in Mondstadt.”

“You’re such a weirdo.” Amber sighed with a smile, “You’re lucky we love you so much.”

You continued on with your stories, some in the city and others within hidden temples deep in the wilderness, puzzles and timed traps masking treasures you sought to find. Amber and Venti listened on in rapt attention, asking questions here and there and even teasing you about your constant climbing.

You hadn’t even noticed how the bar patrons were starting to slowly thin out.

The night with Venti and Amber was such a refreshing feeling compared to the nights you spent staring up silently at the night sky, only Paimon at your side. It was nice to hear and speak to other people, to not be on the run and always looking over your shoulder.

Feeling a light tap on the side, you turned to see Diluc standing at attention.

“Hey.” He greeted you again.

“We were just on our way out!” Amber exclaimed, standing instantly with Venti not far behind her. “Mondstadt’s star Outrider has to be up bright and early tomorrow.”

“Which is why you’re both leaving…?” You asked.

“It’s my duty to ensure the safety of the city and we said we were going to discuss something.” Venti answered ambiguously.

You crossed your arms, “Discuss what?”

“The— !” Amber paused, “The thing. You know, with the stuff at the Seven Winds Temple.”

“Right! Let’s get going.” Venti turned to Paimon at the last second, “I think this will interest you.”

Paimon winked at you before turning to Diluc, ”Right, the stuff!”

Diluc motioned you to follow him and so, once again, you found yourself following behind the Pyro-user out the second-floor balcony. However, instead of sitting at the table, you learned against the railing while Diluc stood to the side.

“Wasn't expecting you to be gone for so long.” Diluc started with a flat voice.

You turned to him with a slight grimace. “I’m sorry, I ended up getting caught in something important back in Liyue.”

More important than him.

The implication was quiet in the back of Diluc’s mind.

But that would always be the case. To think that the first person in years to open up his shell was someone who could only be in his life temporarily. You intrigued him to the high heavens - the strange mix of both pride and humility as you fought and carried yourself. You were strong, but merciful. Kind, but a purveyor of your own brand of justice.

It had been a while since he met someone with such genuine reservations as you.

But your time together was already ticking down, from your time in Mondstadt to your time in his world. You were looking for your brother and who knew if he was even in Tyvat currently? It would be unfair to be bitter towards you. And so he resolved long ago to simply cherish the moments you had together.

So instead of snapping back, Diluc teased you.

“I’m sure. I’ve heard of your extensive… wanted days.”

You sighed aloud, “How did the news travel here so fast?”

Diluc smirked, “First Barbatos and now Rex Lapis? What kind of luck do you have?”

“The worst kind.”

Of course, there was something he wanted to learn more about. After he had caught wind from Katheryn in Liyue, Diluc still wanted to be informed about your current situation. To think that you were in close association with one of the high Fatui Harbingers after Signora personally attacked you, it was almost like you were openly inviting trouble.

It also did not help that many of the gossip mills included how attractive this particular Fatui was.

He goes by the alias of ‘Childe.’ Young, but deadly!

A Fatui, but doesn’t wear his mask - for good reason! He’s quite the looker.

I wouldn’t mind if he impaled me somewhere. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Needless to say, his sources did not alleviate his worries.

Of all people? A Fatui was one of your close associates in Liyue? A party of him wanted to snarl, the thought a worse downgrade from the Knights of Favonius. At least he knew Kaeya would do you no harm; he doubted the same could be said about Childe.

Archons, why did he care so much?

Diluc told himself multiple times that your abrupt parting was necessary to keep himself from getting too attached to you. But it hardly mattered when he was worrying this much anyway in spite of that.

Fuck, why did he just let you walk away like that?

Diluc was not going to make the same mistake.

He turned to you and asked, “Like the Fatui kind?”

You sighed, “Believe me, I don’t like it either.”

“And yet somehow here we are.”

“It’s complicated, okay?”

“When is it not with you?” Diluc asked, more hypothetically. And while from anyone else, it may have felt offensive, you could tell from his tone that it was just a tired sigh.

“Tell me about your journey.” He continued.

“What?” You answered with a question, genuinely surprised. “It’s a long story, not all that interesting.”

Diluc took a step forward, taking the spot next to you against the rail as your shoulders touched. “I want to hear it from you.”

You couldn’t help but smile, “Okay.”

And so you recounted your journey to find the Geo Archon, how the adepti set up strange puzzles and at some point you swore you were pulled into a teacup that somehow contained a full domain.

There were also other missions on the side, other things you would do to collect Mora or materials if you were going to get any stronger. Some of them made sense — doing deliveries, clearing abyss camps, and other mercenary like duties. Other instances, not so much.

“Only you would accept a commission from a ghost.” Diluc teased as you recounted the treasure in the mines.

“In my defense, I didn’t think he was a ghost at first.”

“Right. Nothing suspicious at all about a transparent old man in the middle of an abandoned village.”

“I was reading the poster he was showing!”

“And when did you realize he was a ghost?”

“... After I met three other ghosts.”

Diluc cracked a smile at that, only making you pout more. You had adjusted your postures overtime, standing against with rails to your backs as you faced the tavern.

“He paid me good Mora!”

“How…?” Diluc thought about it before waving it off, “Forget it. I don’t want to know.”

You laughed back before you saw the lights inside the tavern switch off, complete darkness in the windows as the remaining employees packed up and went home.

“Oh wow, I hadn’t even realized how long we were out here.” You admitted, “I’m sorry I took up so much of your time.”

“Don’t apologize. I wanted to spend this time with you.”

“Still, it’s already late.”

“You’re right. Where were you and Paimon going to spend the night?”

“Honestly, I don’t know.” You admitted, “Venti convinced us to stay, but I don’t even know where he is.”

Diluc pushed off the railing to stand facing you, “You could stay the night at the winery. We can retrieve Paimon tomorrow.”

What game was he playing? Your disappointing departure with Diluc cutting you off and now he was asking for your time and space back into his life? You hated that he pushed you away just to pull you back in at his convenience. And while you understood his personality tended to keep people at a distance, you had your own limits as to what you could withstand.

“... Diluc, what are you doing?”

“You’ll have to be more clear.”

You closed your eyes, trying to gather your thoughts and hamper down on your rising temper. “Come on, why are you being so nice to me?”

He stared at you expectedly, blank eyes urging you to continue.

It only served to make you more angry.

“Diluc, when I left you hardly blinked. And now that I’m here, after months of us not talking, you want me to spend the night?”

“I told you before how much you meant to Mondstadt.”

To Mondstadt? Not even to himself personally?

You decided it was better to confront him cleanly asking, “Why didn’t you kiss me that night we were drinking here?”

Diluc paused, not a single hint of surprise on his face as you addressed the situation head-on. “Why should I have?”

“Don’t act like you didn’t feel it. There was something between us.” You scoffed.

He noticed your use of past tense.

“Does it honestly matter? You would’ve left anyway, I saved us both the trouble.”

You visibly recoiled in response. “Is that what this is about? I have to go to Liyue and the other counties, Diluc. I have to find my brother.”

“I know that.” Diluc cut in, before you got the wrong idea. “You don’t think I’m acutely aware of that fact? The fact that this is my home and not yours. That one day you’ll find your brother and I’ll never see you again?”

“Wait.”

“Believe me, I know better than anyone that you’re off to find your brother. And I’ll help you in any way that I can.” Diluc continued, not heeding your confused attempts to stop him. “But let’s not pretend like I was anything more than a stepping stone in your journey.”

“That’s not true!”

“Oh?” Diluc’s tone was almost challenging, “It’s not? So once the dust is settled, if I asked you to stay here with me, would I be enough?”

You stuttered over your words, “I --”

“I don’t want to hear your excuse because we both know the answer.” He cut you off, “I was trying to save myself from that before it happened.”

“Will you let me speak, you idiot!?” Your voice cut through the silent evening air.

Diluc paused, standing a good ten feet away from you and looking angrier than you’d ever seen. But he did, thankfully, stop talking.

“Is it crazy to think that I feel the same way about you?”

“What?”

“Diluc, I’m just me!” You answered, “I have nothing to my name but an objective to find my brother — if he’s even alive at this point. I need to try and I need to continue on this path…”

He crossed his arms, but stayed quiet as he listened.

“But just because I have so much ahead of me, that doesn’t I don’t care about where I’ve already seen.” You took a few steps toward Diluc as you spoke, “You mean so much to me and I wouldn’t ever want to throw that away.”

“You won’t have a choice if you have to leave this world.”

“If!” You pointed out, “Diluc you’re so worried about the future, about me walking away from you forever, but it doesn’t have to be this way.”

“And suddenly there’s an alternative?”

“There’s always been one, you idiot! You just never bothered to actually talk to me.” You put your hands on his chest, the light material of his dark clothes underneath your palms. “I would’ve tried. If you asked me to make this work, to come back to you at the winery back then, I would’ve done it.”

Diluc closed his eyes, taking in your words as his hands snaked down to your wrists.

“Don’t give me empty promises.”

“I mean it!” You defended, “You aren’t just another person, Diluc. I—“

He opened his eyes then, reflecting back to you as hopeful and curious. “You…?”

“I care about you more than you know.” You settled on, still unsure about the extent of your feelings. “Why are you giving up on us before even starting?”

You stared right back at Diluc, his silence paramount to the inner turmoil you were sure he was going through. From his late father to the betrayal from the Knights, there were plenty of reasons why Diluc was so hesitant to connect with other people.

But you’d be damned if you didn’t try.

Your hands felt heavy against his chest. Despite your small demeanor and even smaller palms, the weight of your hands seemed to play seesaw between his heart and mind. He had logical reasons to keep you at a distance, but here you were trying to carve your way through back to him.

It had been a long time since he cared about anyone like this. And Diluc could not even recall the last time he wanted to sorely kiss someone at all. But how could he not want to now? You stared up at him, eyes blazing with determination as you tried to convey your feelings.

“You mean so much to me.” Diluc stated after a few silent minutes, “Let’s make this work.”

The smile you shot him was wide and radiant, a private blessing that only he was gifted tonight. He wrapped his arms around your waist, eager to feel more of you — to envelop you in his arms and keep you within them tonight.

One hand strayed upward, carding itself in your hair and pulling you closer until both your eyes fluttered closed. The soft skin of your lips slotted against his, an endearing frenzy to give one another tender pecks. You could not help the happy mewl that escaped your lips as Diluc licked against the crease of your skin.

Moaning aloud to his tender touch, Diluc was eager to explore every inch of your wet cavern. There was no battle of tongues, simply moving in tandem as Diluc dominated the kiss. You tried to maneuver to give him more access, but with your height difference it was the best you could do.

Diluc lifted one of your legs, wrapping it around his waist and lightly tapping the other to do the same. Eyes clouded with lust, you did as instructed and quickly felt the soft thump behind you, the wall of the tavern helping hold you upright.

You fell more and more into the passionate lip lock, pushing to match his intensity as Diluc connected you in one of the most intimate ways possible. One hand was still in your hair while the other continued its scandalized trail downward.

You prayed to Barbatos that nobody heard you outside the tavern.

The both of you would later attribute this impassioned frenzy due to the prolonged time apart and mutual pining (culminating in a mistake outside on the balcony, twice inside the bar, and the rest of the night back at the winery).

For the first time, you enjoyed the morning sun streaming in through the windows, a lazy arm strung across your waist as you snuggled in the chest of the man you were growing to love.

Diluc woke long before you, hand threading through your hair silently as he resolved to remember this moment. You kissed at the naked skin of his chest twice before nuzzling him, feeling the light arm pull you closer.

“Good morning.” You started, voice muffled against his skin.

But you would have never expected Diluc to be so affectionate.

He kissed the top of your head, murmuring in a low tone. “Good morning, my love.”

Nothing about your relationship was perfect. You still fought and cried like every other couple. But you both knew that what you had was real, willing to fight for it no matter the obstacles that came with the future.

It did not matter that Tyvat was not your home.

Wherever Diluc was, that was where you’d return.

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Extra: “What if they end up fighting?” Amber asked the other two as they walked down a side-street of the city.

“Then we’ll find out the moment it breaks out. Trust me.” Paimon replied. After all, your Anemo power would only serve to make any fire larger.

“They’ve both been in that pining puppy phase for so long, I doubt it’ll come down to that.” Venti added.

“500 Mora says they’ll be dating by the end of this week.” Amber bet.

“1,000 that they’ll be together by tonight!” Paimon countered.

“10,000 that they’ll be joined in every way by tonight.” Venti added, the mischievous tone not missed by either woman.

“You tone-deaf bard!” Paimon exclaimed as she slapped her hands over her red cheeks. “The traveler is more dignified than that!”

Amber had a hand on her chin, “Dating? Probably. But more than that…?”

Venti held out a hand to both, vying for both to shake one and accept the bet.

Nothing, but a couple of suckers.

Amber grumbled once when she heard the news, but otherwise excitedly congratulated you two on finally accepting your feelings. Paimon’s whine could probably be heard in a fifteen mile radius and Venti’s proud smile didn’t help either — accepting the easiest twenty thousand Mora he ever made.

And, just to gode the tiny guide a little more, Venti turned to Paimon in the middle of her complaining rant.

“Hehe.”

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A/N:

The festival idea comes from Diluc’s story 1: “The winery holds festivities from time to time. These events are routinely attended by enthusiastic fathers, eager to introduce their wonderful daughters to the young and single winery master.”

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sodamnbored · 3 years ago

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Jason and Juno

I just want to talk about them. I have so many feelings and I can’t find anyone else that cares about them. But, like, why not?

Because Rick ignored Jason in HoO and I still haven’t got my Roman prequels, that’s why.

I freaking love Jason anyway and I always have. And I admit, reading original PJO, I wasn’t the biggest fan of Hera, but we weren’t really supposed to be I don’t think. But Juno? Nah man, Juno is cool.

Everybody seems to write her off because she’s Hera and we all know Hera sucks, and obviously Percy and Annabeth don’t like Hera so makes sense that we kinda subconsciously take their lead. But Juno is cool - and I will absolutely fight that corner forever. It’s like, Ares was kinda a dick in many regards, but Mars was a good dad to Frank, Mars was cool too.

Juno was one of the only gods interested in actively helping demigods, particularly her favoured ones, sure, but she still tried to help. And she obviously cared about them too. Not just Jason, it was very evident she liked Leo a lot too (and I love that too). And we know - at least from ToA - that she had a soft spot for Frank too (and honestly who can blame her).

But yeah, so I actually dig Juno in HoO. She helped out, she was awesome, she was actively nice at least to Jason.

So that’s the first thing to get over. Hate Hera if you want to - but let me convince you that Juno is better. Re-read the books and look for her being nice and cool. Because it’s there.

On top of that though, the relationship between Juno and Jason just makes me so happy and warm. I love it so much, even though I haven’t seen anyone else that seems to care.

Jupiter was at least as much of a dick as Zeus was - that’s something everyone agrees on I think. And I think a lot of us if not everyone can agree that he was a worse dad to Jason than he was to Thalia. And maybe that’s because he washed his hands of responsibility for him after he gifted Jason to Juno. (Dick move btw.) but either way, he basically ignored Jason his entire life and throughout HoO. He was hands down one of the most distant godly parents of the seven and of a lot of main heroes we’ve followed in the series’. So Jason couldn’t really depend on him for help or guidance an awful lot and basically felt like he didn’t have a father. But at least he had Juno.

Juno was a good patron to him. She helped him where she could. She actively and genuinely cared about him. She tried to make herself available for chats when he needed them as much as she could. Gave him presents (his gladius) and praise when he did well, pep talks for what was ahead. As pseudo foster mothers go, she really wasn’t bad. Closest thing Jason had to a parent, and yeah, he could’ve had worse. He did have worse with his alcoholic slightly off the rails actual mother who gave him away, and had worse in a dad who never spoke to him or saw him or lifted a finger to help him until the very last second and who also gave him away. I kinda gotta figure after that kind of treatment from both your actual parents, getting what he got from his patron was probably very appreciated.

And Juno/Hera is the goddess of marriage and family among other things. Throughout the series it’s pretty much her biggest hang up. And obviously she wasn’t always the best mother (poor Hephaestus) to her actual kids, but she kinda held Olympus together. Stopped them all tearing each other apart. Family was important to her and something she valued. Obviously she hated when her husband cheated on her and had someone else’s kids. Honestly? That’s pretty reasonable to be unhappy about. But she watched the rest of her family, literally forever, having kids willy nilly when they wanted to. Obviously Artemis didn’t, but she didn’t want kids and she had the hunters so that’s fine. For someone that loves family so much, it’s very possible she could’ve been a little envious of everyone else having huge families. She still had her Olympian family, but maybe she would’ve liked to have some demigods of her own, if it didn’t involve cheating which she just won’t do. She favoured original Jason and was his patron too, so she was happy enough to adopt them, but it still wasn’t something she did often. So she didn’t get a lot of mortal kids and might’ve felt like she was missing out. But at least she had Jason.

So, being given another little adopted demigod, hell yeah she probably loved mothering him. He was totally her kid. He didn’t have any parent or family to be there for him, she didn’t have any demigod kids of her own and knew she never will. That’s hella cute that they can adopt each other.

Everyone loves found families lately - well this is basically that. Kinda forced at first but doesn’t mean they wouldn’t grow to love each other. They helped each other, could depend on each other. Juno is literally the patron of Rome as well. So even if Jason hadn’t known from the off that he’d been given to Juno, he’d have still had the sense that she had his back along with the rest of Rome, so he might’ve asked for a little help or guidance before HoO, maybe while he was Praetor too. And Juno being New Rome’s patron would’ve probably kept an eye over Camp Jupiter and especially when Jason rose to Praetor she could’ve been paying more attention to him from then. Watched out for him during the Titan War.

I want to know more about them. Especially if Jason was fully aware that she was his patron the whole time before HoO. I want them to have had some sort of relationship. I want them to like each other at least a little. Nico and Hades got closer eventually. Percy and Poseidon (and honestly a bunch of the gods) got on well. Mars adored Frank. Aphrodite seems pretty cuddly with her kids in general. I don’t think it’d be a terrible stretch for Juno and Jason to have each other’s backs.

I want to know if Jason ever made offerings for her along with Jupiter. Burnt food at CHB for her as well as his dad.

I want to know if Juno ever helped him out on earlier quests at all, whether he knew it or not. If she ever gave him and maybe Reyna too, sort of a Praetor deal, counsel.

I want to see Juno fully lean into having Jason as her favourite, as her chosen hero. I want to see her lend some power to him when he needs it. I want to see Jason with the Blessing of Juno. How many demigods would’ve ever gotten that? That’s unheard of. I want it for him. I want to see him marching on Mount Othrys to take down Krios and topple the throne, not with the blessing of Jupiter (although I would also love to see him with that, that would be so cool!) but with the blessing of Juno, patron of Rome. I wanna see him monologuing Krios into intimidation like he did to the giants: I'm the son of Jupiter, I'm a child of Rome, consul to demigods, praetor of the First Legion. I slew the Trojan sea monster, I have the blessing of Juno: Patron of Rome. And she also happens to be my stepmom, dick.

I talked about it in another post before, him getting her blessing. Supposedly with her Roman counterpart she’s supposed to be militaristic, strategic, etc. A blessing from his dad would be like an explosion of power, don’t get me wrong. It’d be like Thor in Infinity War. Magnificent. He could totally burst into the palace and fry Krios and destroy the throne. But I think it’d also be pretty damn awesome if he got zapped with her blessing and became like the ultimate military leader (kind of like Frank with Mars’ blessing I suppose, but more strategic instead of hitting the protein shakes), leading the troops in the invasion and being a total Praetor before he even became Praetor.

Side note: It’s probably not possible but can you imagine if he got blessings from both of them?? I doubt you can have two at a time, but that would be spectacular if he did. Especially from Jupiter and Juno. He would be incredibly powerful, no wonder the Legion made a big deal out of him in the early part of the series. Always was a little disappointed we never got to see cool Roman Jason. I love Jason, I do, but he wasn’t exactly what we heard about in The Lost Hero and Son of Neptune. It never felt like we saw his full potential. So I’m just gonna sit in my corner and dream it up instead lol.

Anyway, this was purely for me because I have a lot of feelings about these two and I couldn’t find anything about them at all or not anything positive. But if anyone else likes them or has ideas or there is stuff you can point me to, please do, I want to get involved in it and find people that are into this so bad!

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enteragoodnamehere · 2 months ago

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@labratdogheart hi *grabs yuo

Okay so in my worldbuilding there’s two main kingdoms: Alterra (the one Jubilee and Mirth are from) and Evertide (their enemy). Evertide has a strict “dragons are vermin and must be exterminated for all peoples to live freely and happily” policy but Alterra is mostly dominated by people who worship a mythical cosmic dragon deity called the Dawnbringer. The two are basically in constant on-and-off war with each other bc of this, with Evertide invading Alterra occasionally to kill their population of dragons. In one such invasion the former king and queen of alterra, aka Mirth’s parents, are killed, and it throws the region into political chaos (and also religious chaos as the former king was supposed to be The Prophet for the Dawnbringer but died before he could complete his “ascension” (becoming close enough to the gods by horrible physical transformation to be able to commune with them))

Now Mirth’s their only child so theoretically she should’ve been the next in line for ruling. However Alterra’s inheritance traditions are Weird and demand a blood relative to the former rulers be married before succeeding the crown, and Mirth isn’t married for Plot Reasons (she’s having a secret forbidden relationship with the queen of Evertide), so instead ruling power is passed to the General, theoretically just until Mirth becomes married.

The General is an older man who is very close to Mirth, having helped raise her. His second in command is Jubilee, a woman Mirth’s age. The two used to be childhood best friends, but not too long ago Mirth yelled at Jubilee for trying to be too close of friends with her, as Jubi is technically a commoner/from “common blood” despite her high military status.

So it’s been like a week or two with The General ruling and Jubilee’s still reeling from being rejected by who she thought was her best friend. In this time a strike back against Evertide for killing the rulers is conducted, and both the General and Jubilee go. At some point the two get separated from the skirmish and the General is mildly badly injured. Not bad enough to kill him but still pretty serious. And an idea pops into Jubilees head that if she were to become the general rank, Mirth could be friends with her as then she would have some power. So she kills The General and pretends it was Evertide that did it. Overall, besides the murder the battle is considered a success for Alterra and Jubilee comes back not only being made general but being considered a national hero for taking lead after The General’s death and for getting revenge for the previous rulers.

Later, behind closed doors, now-General Jubilee tells Mirth about what she’s done and says that they can be friends now, and promises that she’ll help Mirth lead even if she doesn’t want to get married. Mirth basically tells Jubilee that she’s a gross little freak and she wants nothing to do with her, and leaves. Jubilee, rejected and hurt Again, decides to try and get back at Mirth by spreading rumors that Mirth’s the next prophet for the Dawnbringer. Mirth’s a really private person who doesn’t like being the center of attention, but this forces her to the forefront since the people are desperate for reassurance from their god.

Eventually Jubilee is asked to comment on this, and she continues lying about it as Mirth is still refusing to talk to her. By some (perhaps awful) miracle, the clouds line up in a certain way that it manages to convince basically everyone that it’s an omen and that Mirth is in fact the Prophet. whether or not she actually was supposed to be is irrelevant, as the force of belief of the people start to trigger the horrible transformation into a capital p Prophet for Mirth, who refuses to leave the castle and curses Jubilees name.

There’s more to them (like Jubilee hiring an assassin to kill the queen of Evertide when she finds out about Mirth’s fling with her, Mirth’s relationship with her parents and general culture, whether or not the Dawnbringer actually exists, etc.) but I’ve yapped a lot here lmao. They’re awful and I hate them (affectionate)

I really need to talk about my ocs more lol. I was listening to eat shit and die by harley poe and I was gonna come on here and be like God Damn this is such a perfect song for Princess Mirth and General Jubilee but like. no one but me knows who those people are

#cicada screams #long post #ask to tag #idk if this needs any content warnings lol #sorry for So Mych I just like taking about my ocs :3 #oc: jubilee #oc: mirth

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dadsbongos · 3 years ago

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collection of fun :) (not porn)

Movie/Game/Show: Marvel Dynamic: Avengers/Reader (Bucky, Sam, Steve, Thor, Scott :) ) Warnings: some au where everyone’s in the compound and happy(ish) because :), Summary: a general collection of blurbs (not single story line) about the avengers/you Word Count: 1K ~~~

Bucky Barnes:

“I’m still not over that time you ripped out my steering wheel,” Sam shook his head, “I just paid off my car and then - boom! - you rip out my steering wheel.”

“I what?” Bucky’s eyes widened at the claim.

“Yeah,” Natasha nodded, poking at the man’s arm, “Shot me once, and you nearly strangled me another time.”

“I- “ the man looks between the two before his eyes land on you, “Did I- did I ever hurt you?”

“Well, yeah, when you were the Winter Soldier,” you shrug off, “Stabbed me a few times.”

“I stabbed you?!” he shoots up from his seat, “You never told me that!”

“I said the scars were stab wounds.”

“But not that they were from me!”

You purse your lips, “Aw, Buck, it wasn’t actually you, I know that.”

“Well, yeah, but- “ he sighs and sits back down beside you, slumping into the cushion, ”I feel like such an ass.”

“A dick, even?”

“Sam,” you chided while smacking the man’s shoulder before turning back to your guilt-wracked boyfriend, “Buck, it’s okay. Tony ended up covering the payments on Sam’s car, Nat’s still alive, and I’m fine. Tony’s bitter about the whole orphaning him thing but I’m sure eventually he’ll be okay. In a long while.”

“Oh God,” Bucky falls forward to put his head in his hands, elbows perched on his knees, “I don’t remember any of that.”

“Like how you don’t remember breaking Steve’s nose a second time?” Sam suddenly pitched in.

“What?” Bucky looked downright distraught by this point, hands tangled through his hair, “I broke his nose? More than once?”

“No,” you were immediate to jump in, rubbing your beau’s back, “No, you didn’t, Sam’s just being mean.”

“But he was involved in the killing of Lincoln.”

Surely, you figured, there was no way Bucky would believe that - it was way before he’d even been born let alone when he would be the Winter Soldier.

But, to your surprise, Bucky didn’t refute the statement, instead looking up to you with tears nearly coming over him, “Was… was I…?”

---

“Hey,” you turn to Tony, “I think I’m gonna take Bucky home.”

Tony shakes his head, waving you off, “He’s fine.”

Bucky is quick to prove Tony wrong when he approaches you with wide eyes, “Doll, we gotta go, everyone here is being weird and invasive.”

“Hey,” an unfamiliar blond comes up with a bright, friendly smile, “what’s your name?”

“What are you? A cop?” Bucky grumbles, glaring at the poor woman before turning back to you, “We have to go.”

Sam Wilson:

Getting classified as an enemy of SHIELD alongside Captain America and Black Widow was never something you planned when coming into the organization. However, as you watch Natasha straighten her hair at the guest room vanity, you find something to distract from that predicament.

“What’s on your mind?” Natasha raises a brow.

You shake your head, “Sam doesn’t have any hair, right?”

“Not that I’ve really noticed, why?”

“You’re using a straightener, are you not?”

“Oh, yeah,” Natasha hums, turning completely to look at Steve on the bed, “Do you think Sam just has straighteners to make people comfortable?”

“I do,” a voice suddenly cuts in after a few knocks, Sam leans into the room while holding a few towels, “Just if you guys need anymore.”

“Oh wow,” you murmur as Steve takes the towels, “Nicest guy in the world and we just turned him into a criminal.”

Steve Rogers:

“Leave him alone!” Bucky’s charging into the alley as you shout at the assailants.

You rush over to Steve’s side while your brother deals with the boys previously laying in on the smaller man.

“Oh, Stevie, they really got you, didn’t they?” you take a corner of your skirt and gently dab at the bloodied skin under his nose and at the corners of his mouth, “You can’t always go around picking fights like this - I worry about you, you know?”

“Don’t underestimate me,” Steve huffs, swiping away at your hands and struggling to a stand.

“I couldn’t possibly,” you grin, one that Steve’s almost compelled to take as genuine.

The beginnings of a smile fall from the poor blond’s lips, “Stop, I almost took that as a compliment.”

---

“Oh, gosh,” Steve huffs, shaking his head as he bends over to pick up his item, “dropped my pen.”

“What are you? A cartoon dad? Just say ‘shit’,” you narrow your eyes at the captain.

Steve merely purses his lips before pointing at you, “Swearing is for serious situations. Besides, with you and Peter on the team now, I think the adults should mind their language. Speaking of which, watch yours.”

Natasha raises a brow as you watch Steve exit the common room with wide eyes, “Inspired by his speech or something?”

Your lips curl into a broad grin, “One day I’m gonna make him say ‘fuck’.”

Thor Odinson:

“And one last question before we wrap this up!”

Interviews were far from Thor’s forte - for as much as he loved being admired, he really hated being poked and prodded on television.

“Is this young heroine behind you - your daughter?”

Thor lights up at the line, looking over at you with a broad grin.

The woman shakes her head, “Sorry, that was a joke- “

“Yes!” Thor exclaims, looping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his side, “This is my daughter!”

“What’re you talking about, man? You’re my coworker!” you shove at his side, “My mom doesn’t even know you personally!”

“My daughter is a wonder in critical thinking, it’s something her uncle taught her,” Thor nods, patting your head, “My daughter is very smart.”

“Wait, really?” the woman pushes her mic closer to your faces.

“Yes!” Thor cheers at the same time you shout, “No!”

Scott Lang:

“Dad, is this really necessary?”

“Between the divorce and the Blip, I missed too many of your milestones,” Scott muttered, hands on the back of a bike he borrowed from a neighbor, “Now I just have to make up for it.”

You begin pedaling and shortly after you get your balance, Scott shoves you off which, naturally, leads to you falling over. Scott and Hope both rush over to help you up, Hope shaking her head as she speaks,

“You’re supposed to let her catch speed first, Scott.”

“Well, that’s good knowledge for next time,” Scott smiles, turning and pointing over at your sister, “You’re next, Cassie!”

#bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader #sam wilson x reader #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x y/n #thor x reader #thor odinson x y/n #thor x y/n #thor x you #scott lang x reader

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jamsque · 3 years ago

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On Being the Hands you want a Bigot to Catch

I wrote this a few years ago, didn’t publish it, and forgot about it. I rediscovered it recently and decided that actually I quite like it, and that it is relevant to the current Russian invasion of Ukraine as well as the original topic.

I am not particularly fond of the American national pastime of worshipping dead presidents, nor am I a Christian, but I do think Lincoln could turn a hell of a phrase. Last summer I visited Washington DC for the first time and read the words of his second inaugural address, which are carved onto the wall inside his monument, opposite the text of his much more famous Gettysburg Address. One passage in particular caught my eye: “Fondly do we hope, fervently do we pray, that this mighty scourge of war may speedily pass away. Yet, if God wills that it continue until all the wealth piled by the bondsman's two hundred and fifty years of unrequited toil shall be sunk, and until every drop of blood drawn with the lash shall be paid by another drawn with the sword, as was said three thousand years ago, so still it must be said ‘the judgments of the Lord are true and righteous altogether.’” A century and a half later, those words still seem very relevant. It feels as though the war Lincoln spoke of is still ongoing. The USA’s stubborn refusal to engage with the concept of reparations or acknowledge that the ‘debt of two hundred and fifty years of unrequited toil’ stands unpaid has left the nation locked in conflict, trying instead to repay with the sword every drop of blood drawn with the lash. Every shot fired by an irrationally terrified white police officer at an unarmed person of colour is another salvo in the war that white America refuses to accept is even ongoing. This weekend a terrifying new front in the conflict opened up in Charlottesville. White people, following the example of generations of tradition, emboldened by the divisive rhetoric of a bigoted regime, fought back with murderous violence against the very idea that the USA should be a home for people who don’t look like them. By characterising this conflict as a war I am not seeking (as some have already done) to draw a false equivalence between the two sides, in fact quite the opposite. I think that refusing to recognize the nature of this conflict is what enables the hypocrisy with which so many view it: failing to see any shared context between police shootings, the rise of alt-right discourse, and violent fascist groups, but tutting disapprovingly at the image of young black man punching Richard Spencer in the face. I am a staunch pacifist, and more than a bit of a hippy. I will almost certainly never punch a Nazi in the face, and I am genuinely sad that the idea of changing the world through peace and love has died so thoroughly. I recognize, though, that it died because it failed, and that pacifism is a privilege afforded to those who live in peace. Being a pacifist does not mean telling someone who is being beaten up to stop fighting back, nor does it mean equating the struggle of the oppressed with the violence of their oppressors. As a straight cis white dude, no-one is marching on the streets calling for the extermination of my race. I do not have to worry that any interaction I have with law enforcement, no matter how benign, could well lead to my death. Wherever I go and whatever I do people give me the benefit of the doubt and are willing to trust me implicitly before I even open my mouth. Of course it is easy to be conflict-averse, to be a pacifist, from such a position! I feel no guilt about this but I do not for a moment think that it makes me morally superior to someone who “aggressively, physically refuses [to give] fascists a space to talk.” I’m not upset if I go to a poetry slam and people on stage say that men are awful, I am not angry at a trans person who gets a tattoo that says ‘Die Cis Scum’, and I am not disappointed that someone chose to punch a man for saying that people of colour should be exterminated. I don’t make it my business to tell women how to be feminists, even though I don’t necessarily agree with everything every woman has ever said on the topic of gender, and by that same token I am not interested in lecturing victims of injustice and oppression which I am never likely to experience about how they ought to resist it. The bitter truth of these times is that if you turn the other cheek and lie down before your oppressor they will step on your neck and tell your family that you deserved to die. I am a pacifist: I deplore violence, I think that every casualty on every side of every conflict is a tragedy, but when conflict arises I do not leap to reprimand all involved from the smug safety of the moral high ground. Even if one were to take the ludicrous hypothetical step of ignoring the ideologies at play here, it is completely clear in this instance that one side started this conflict, perpetuates it, shows continuing willingness to escalate it into violence, and denies that there is a conflict at all whenever the other side fights back. The very idea of trying to equate murders motivated by white supremacy with punching an alt-right idealogue in the face is laughable. ““Fondly do we hope, fervently do we pray, that this mighty scourge of war may speedily pass away.” I hope for the end of this war, as I do for all wars, because as long as it continues there will continue to be casualties on both sides. I do not think it contradictory to hold this position while at the same time firmly believing that one side is just and right.

#Richard Spencer #Charlottesville #George Floyd #Punching Nazis #Abraham Lincoln

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shootingstarwritings · 4 years ago

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Eight Memories a Minute

Follow up to Eight Cups a Day

He shouldn’t identify as “Forde,” for that was just the name of the host he had taken over, but it still felt nice to say. “Forde, Forde,” he muttered to himself as he walked around downtown. Though the alien received quite the unusual stares from various passersby, he remained concentrated on the sound of the name he had, for lack of a better term, stolen. Smiling, the alien said, “I am Forde.”

Only when he was about a block away from the general store did he remember what his assignment was. With the successful acquisition of the pool that he owned—his host owned—multiple hosts could be lured in and taken over at a time.

“A pool party,” Forde had suggested to Alan—or rather, his brother—earlier that day. “We can throw a small pool party with friends of mine—I-I mean Forde, my host,” he said. Alan had tilted his head in confusion before eventually agreeing to the idea. If anything went wrong and too much attention was drawn to them, the invasion would be a failure. It was easier to remain small while scoping out important and valuable hosts to take over.

Now, Forde was picking up snacks and drinks not simply to camouflage their intentions, but to feed the hosts that would be staying overnight to finish assimilating and continue planning the invasion. “Nolan, Michael, Seth, Casey, and Kyle,” Forde repeated to himself as he looked around. Just like with “Forde,” the names felt good to say on his lips; like he was savoring the sensation of speaking and the emotions that came from them.

Although Alan had said that most of his host’s memories were most likely gone after being taken over, Forde felt the exact opposite. One moment he would be looking at soda bottles, the next he would be deeply absorbed in a memory of winning his first kayaking race with Michael and Nolan. The soreness of his muscles, the light fluttering on his chest, and the cool sweat on his skin as they high-fived with their kayaks gave him goosebumps.

The cashier cleared her throat. “Excuse me, sir? I said your total is $56.42.” Forde snapped his head forward and nodded.

“I’m real sorry—I mean, my apologizes,” said Forde with a small bow. This time, he didn’t miss the way that the customers behind him stared. This human emotion, he figured, was embarrassment. Hopefully, he could avoid it with time.

With the supplies stocked up, he drove home with a death grip on the wheel. The fear of a previous car accident in Forde’s life helped to keep complete focus on the road.

Alan’s possessor, clad in sandals and nothing else, was in the living room when Forde arrive. “Hello, brother,” he said, eyes focused on his host’s phone as Forde put away the groceries. “I see you have completed your mission. Good.” “With five new hosts by the night’s end, we’ll need all the food and water we can get our hands on. Without arising suspicion, of course.” Forde shivered at the sound of Alan’s deadpan voice. Only through rigorous effort could he express any emotion.

“And there is no point in doing that anymore,” the alien piloting Alan’s husk had said. Forde suppressed the shudder that went down his spine.

The small bits of personality that his host retained were most likely gone by now. At most, all Alan could do was simply smile and be polite. Aside from that, there was no emotion, no memories, and nothing left of the original. And Forde knew that his brother lacked any way to emote or even the motions themselves. Then why was he like this? Why did Forde’s memories continue to taunt and tug at his heart? Did he even have anything like that?

“Brother? You are being silent.”

“Huh? O-Oh! Sorry, Alan,” said Forde, looking away from Alan’s nude body. It was amazing what lacking shame would lead to. “I seem to be finding myself lost in thoughts, is all.”

“Lost? You are in your host’s house.”

“Ah, ahaha, that is not quite what I meant.” Before Forde could continue, there was a knock on the door. “Oh, hide! I’m clothed, so I’ll answer it.” Luckily, Alan’s possessor’s lack of emotions meant he was agreeable, for the most part.

Nolan was at the door. “Hey man, sorry for showing up early. Just wanted to pick up some stuff I left here from last time,” he said with an easy-going grin. At the sight of this young man, Forde felt his throat dry up and his pulse to surge. “S-Sure, of course, Nolan.”

“Great. Think I left it in your room.” Nolan stepped forward, and Forde eagerly stepped aside to let him through. The two marched upstairs, a rush of emotions flooding Forde as he stared at Nolan’s back. “You’re such a cool dude, Forde. ‘ppreciate ya letting me stay the night after that fight I had with my folks. And the time before that as well.” He let out a sheepish but blissful laugh. It was a side of him that only Forde had seen, and he would greedily hog it as long as he could.

When he realized that Nolan was waiting for a response, Forde let out a cough, only able to eek out an, “Of course, man.” Satisfied, Nolan continued up the stairs, and Forde continued closely watching him. What were these sensations? His chest would not stop vibrating and his crotch was so active. If Forde didn’t know any better he would’ve thought he was having a heat stroke.

Another memory flew by; this time of a camping trip. Gathering around a campfire, staring up at the stars, and chatting the night away while the rest of their friends quietly snored until the two were lulled to a gentle sleep were all the things that Forde recalled of Nolan. That was the night that he gained something beyond any value.

My very first love, Forde thought, biting his lower lip to prevent a sob. These emotions that the real Forde had quietly distanced himself from all burst forth at the invasion of an alien that shouldn’t have been able to comprehend. Now, they threatened to overwhelm the Forde that planned to take over his friends. The camping trip, the memories he had made with all of his friends, everything tore through his chest like a hurricane.

Why am I doing this? Forde thought.

It hurt like hell, but it also pushed him to act.

Right before they arrived at his room, Forde spoke up. “N-Nolan, there’s something important I have to tell you.” Though he very much wanted those words to be I loved you, he knew he had to warn his friends. The invasion would end this very minute.

Nolan spun on his heel, and that was all Alan needed. Emerging from the room, still wearing nothing, he threw himself onto Nolan’s back and slipped something rubbery and blue into his mouth.

No…

There was little that could be done. These creatures were famed for their efficiency. After the conversion, would there be anything left of Nolan?

Would Forde be able to chat with him under the stars like those old, nostalgic days?

“Ah! Aw fuck!” Nolan said as he pulled his shorts and underwear down. He was completely exposed, and the heat returned to Forde’s crotch. “Wh-What was that? Why am I so fucking horny…?!” said Nolan as his body began to convulse.

“Nice acquisition, brother,” said Alan as he stepped over the writhing Nolan. “I’ll leave this to you. The preparations of the pool shall be my responsibility.”

Forde didn’t answer. He just looked down at Nolan who was eagerly spreading his legs and fondling himself as his skin glistened with sweat. With every second that passed, each stroke, Forde found it harder and harder to resist. Eventually, throwing his shame and disgust to the wind, he stripped down and fulfilled his desire.

“Aw, aw fuck, you got a big-ass cock, Forde,” Nolan moaned as he eagerly moved his hips with each thrust. “F-FUCK! Fuck me good, fuck me tight! Just fuck me until I can’t move anymore.” He writhed on the floor, eyes rolling into the back of his head as Forde slammed into him and the slime slithered into his brain. The sensations grew to be too much, and his core tightened as he screamed, “G-God, I’m—NNG—I’M FUCKING CUMMING!” Rubbing his chest with one arm and jacking off with the other, Nolan shot several ropes of cum all over himself as the convulsions grew in intensity. He could no longer speak, and Forde knew that soon he would no longer think.

“I’m sorry…”

However, he held onto the hope that Nolan would end up like him. We can stop this together, he thought. It’s not over yet.

Forde sat next to Nolan’s convulsing body and prepared to wait. Praying was a laughable thing to a creature such as him, but he did so anyway. In the middle of his prayer, he reached down and gently intertwined his fingers with Nolan’s. “I’ll be waiting for you.”

#male possession #possession #alien possession #eight cups a day #eight memories a minute #I felt like writing this #so now you ALL hafta deal with it

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hoedorokishoto · 3 years ago

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Trust - Part 4

Shoto Todoroki x Reader

warnings - swearing, drinking, smoking, depictions of unwanted groping/manhandling

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Mei was right, this dress was the best choice. It was a deep red, tight against my skin, stopping mid-thigh. The flesh plump as it spilled out the bottom. It had thin straps and a low-cut neckline, showing off my collarbones and cleavage. The two features I believed were my best.

I paired the outfit with black strappy slip ons, nothing too fancy. Something comfortable in case I needed to make a run for it.

As 7 o'clock drew closer my stomach flipped and twirled with nerves. My brain still not comprehending why I would agree to go as Sen's date. Why would I want to go to a party on someone's arm, that someone with who I hadn't even really seen this outside world with. Our meetings usually being in our dorms late at night or the occasional trip to the school supply cupboard.

I looked back in the mirror, adjusting my silver jewelry and swiping smudged lipstick from the corner of my mouth. Giving myself a once over as Mei burst into the room, red cup already in hand as she slammed the door shut again.

"Oh as if, how do you look that good?! Bitch!" She exclaimed, coming up behind me and putting her arms around me, hugging me close, her breath already smelling like various types of alcohol.

"Party started early huh?" I said, turning around and accepting her hug as she slumped into me.

"I'm nervous..." She whispered, her mouth hovering over my ear as she stood taller than me, thanks to the chunky heels she decided to wear to match her tight black dress and matching black corset. Her love of steampunk carrying over to all her outfits.

"About?" I asked, relieved that I could help Mei with her situation and get my mind off my own situation.

"I think I want to lose my virginity tonight. To Iida. Like both of us, lose our virginity to each other, but I'm so nervous that I already had 4 beers, 3 shots and half of a cocktail." She said quickly, her face quickly flushing red, from both the drinking and her confession.

"Okay, that's nice. Why would you be nervous? Tenya has been your boyfriend for a while now, he would kiss your feet if you asked him."

"I just don't want to disappoint him because I'm an inexperienced little virgin." Mei said, dropping onto my bed and putting her head in her hands. I didn't mean to but I laughed, a small chuckle that drew Mei's attention to me, tears brimming her eyes.

"You are amazing, regardless of being a virgin or sleeping 60 people. It wouldn't matter. You are an engineering genius with a heart of gold. Tenya is lucky to have you and I know for a fact that he worships you. Whatever happens between you will be exactly what is meant to happen." I said, reaching up and brushing a stray tear away. A smile appearing on her face as she shot out and hugged me again.

"I love you." She said, and I flinched. Even though Mei would be one of my best friends those words had never left either of our mouths before. I tightened my grip on her and whispered back.

"I love you too."

My body shook, the nerves almost proving too much for me as Sen and I walked hand in hand towards the 3A dorm. The tall trees that lined the walkway seeming to close me in.

"Are you cold?" Sen asked, his hand coming up and cupping my face, brushing his thumb across my cheek. I shook my head, not 100% sure if I could form a sentence. Though the air was crisp it was nice, the cold always keeping me calm and focused. And in the famous words of Cardi B 'A hoe never gets cold' and I would take that advice to the grave, because even though I did have a jacket I knew that there was no way I was going to wear it and give up how good this outfit looked.

I heard the music before I saw the lit-up building. The music was loud and being carried at least a kilometre away from the hero dorm. The sound only coming across as a beat no actual words.

"Wow, looks like they went all out!" Sen said, his hand tightening and pulling me forward, towards the doors. My heart was beating in my chest as we got closer, my feet getting heavier as we got closer.

A body came into view, the body of a person who I knew almost as well as myself. Hitoshi was sitting on the second last step, long legs stretched out as his long fingers glide across the screen of his phone, lit cigarette hanging from his lips.

"Are you so drunk already that you've started smoking?" I asked, sitting down next to him and sipping whatever drink was in his cup. Almost forgetting about Sen as he caught up and sat down next to me, his hand resting on the bare skin of my thigh. Hitoshi noticed but didn't say anything, just raised his eyebrow.

"Nothing goes down smoother than a Winnie Blue after a few drinks." Hitoshi stated with his signature lazy smirk.

"You are so philosophical after a few drinks." I giggled. Feeling Sen's hand tightening around thigh. I couldn't read his face, so for a quick moment, I used my quirk. Feeling for his emotions, wanting to know exactly what was going through his head. I was hit with a wave of nerves, then excitement and then when he looked over at me and our eyes met it was love. I quickly stopped using my quirk and smiled at him, not wanting him to catch on that I had just read his emotions. I always felt like it was a small invasion of privacy. Being able to feel and influence people's emotions.

"Ready to head in?" Hitoshi asked, getting up and flicking his finished cigarette away. Brushing off the back of his dark jeans.

I jumped up and made my way up the stairs, turning around and extending my hand to Sen, watching his face light up as he reached me.

The atmosphere hit me in the face as I pushed open the door and let the lights, music and smoke hit me. The lights were dimmed and various strobe lights were hung up in the corner of the room. Students from all the 3rd year classes were all over the common area, drinking and talking. Some people already making their way over to the makeshift dance floor.

"Finally made it." Tsuburaba said, coming up and handing me and Sen a drink. Whatever was in the red cups was unclear. Without thinking too much about it though I sipped the drink and was pleasantly surprised to taste what seemed to be vodka and lemonade. Thankful it wasn't whisky or scotch or the god-awful homebrew that Tsuburaba somehow gets his hands on.

"You look great Nanase, how Sen landed someone like you we'll never know." Tsuburaba said, whistling in my direction and earning a swift punch from his friend.

"Thanks, but it's the other way around really." I said back, looking up at Sen, smiling, his face handsome under the low light. It wasn't a lie, Sen was too good for me. I was the arsehole who seemed to be leading him on. His face growing red as he smiled down at me, his hand cupping my face again.

"I'm gonna go see the guys. You wanna come?" Hitoshi asked. By the guys I assumed he meant Denki and the other boys of 3A, the host of the party. Oh so graciously opening up their dorms to the rest of us.

"Yeah, I'll come! I'll find you in a minute?" I said to Sen, already being pulled away by Hitoshi. He just nodded and watched me with a sad smile on his face. My attention being pulled towards the rest of the party as we made our way further into the dorm.

"So... Is it official?" Toshi asked, his hand on my waist as we made our way through the crowd of people. The kitchen where Denki was coming into view.

"No, he just asked if we wanted to come together and I said yes... Nothing is official."

"His face says otherwise."

"So do his emotions." I quietly admitted, hoping the music would drown out my answer.

"You used your quirk on him?" Hitoshi asked, his eyes wide with surprise.

"Yeah, I just wanted to get a quick read on whatever he was thinking, it didn't last long. I stopped nearly as soon as I started." I admitted, still pushing my way through the sea of people.

"Did you like what you felt?"

"Not even a little bit." I said quietly, dropping my head as we made it to the kitchen, feeling Hitoshi squeeze my side reassuringly. Knowing that I would tell him everything as soon as I knew exactly what was happening.

"Oh here she is! The real life of the party!" Denki yelled as we made it into the kitchen, his drink raised high as he jumped off the counter, walking over with his arms outstretched. I gladly hugged him back, squeezing his shirt between my fingers as we hugged.

I took in my surroundings. Everyone seeming to be having a good time. Glasses full and the music loud. The constant chatter of the party-goers filling my ears as well as the music.

When I looked across the dance floor to Sen he hadn't moved, still engaged in a conversation with Tsuburaba as they sipped their drinks. The thing that did surprise me was Shoto Todoroki, sitting on one of the couches lining the dance floor, Bakugo seated next to him. His eyes staring at me, not leaving mine as I turned around and filled up a cup.

Hours passed, filled with drinking, dancing and friendly chatter with the other 3rd years. Sen never too far away from my side. Throwing back whatever drinks Tsuburaba handed him. His nerves sometimes seeping into me with the help of my quirk. Nervous about what I didn't quite know.

Hitoshi was also never too far away, watching me and Sen intently, occasionally asking how everything was going. Hitoshi Shinso, ever the father figure. Bringing me water and making sure I ate whatever food Momo and Ochaco had made.

I stumbled over to an empty couch, in one of the quieter corners of the room. Not as smoky or loud as the rest of the common area.

"Hey nerd." Bakugo said, sitting down next to me on the couch holding his beer above his head as he took a swig.

"Take's one to know one."

"Hey! I'm not a nerd, you just looked lonely."

"Oh I'm sure that's why you found the quietest corner in this whole place."

There was silence as he decided how to respond.

"Fuck you! I live here!"

Over the last 3 years Katsuki Bakugo had became my friend. Despite his gruff exterior and foul mouth, I broke him down with my rapier wit and persistence. Claiming him as a friend, even if he denied it.

I rested my head on his shoulder, feeling brave in my tipsy state. Half expecting him to flinch away or yell. But it never came, so I rested my head and watched the party continue to unfold. Mina and Aoyama currently having a very heated dance battle as we looked on, the latter sending rays of light from his mid section for dramatic affect.

"So the big 3 huh, congratulations!" I said.

"As if there was ever any doubt." He replied, a cocky smirk gracing his lips as he looked over at me.

The big 3, three third-year students at U.A. who stand at the top of the entire student body in terms of strength. Watching Bakugo over the years, I couldn't deny it, there really wasn't ever any doubt. The future hero proving himself at every possible opportunity. Same as the other two students who took up the other two spots in the big 3. Ochaco Uraraka and Shoto Todoroki.

Without meaning to I blushed, Todoroki flashing into my mind. His intense stare from earlier carved into my memory.

"I'm glad you are still my Hero Support person, your shit is cool." Katsuki said, taking another swig of his beer. His face turned away from me. I knew he meant it, I also knew that might be one of the only compliments he every gave me.

Before I could reply I was yanked up and into someone, a hand wrapping around my waist.

"What the fuck is going on here?" Sen slurred, his arm keeping me against him even as I tried to get away. Bakugo was already on his feet, looking at me, trying to gage how he should proceed.

"Sen, stop. Nothing was happening! Let me go!" I half yelled at him, still struggling against his grip.

"You heard her dickhead, let her go before you hurt her, or before I hurt you!"

Sen didn't reply to Bakugo, or let me go. He just crashed his lips against mine, shoving his tongue deep into my mouth. He tasted like beer and sambuca. No doubt the cause of his current drunken state.

"Why can't - like me" Sen tried to talk between kisses, his mouth still squished against mine.

My head swirled, the room spinning as I continued to push against Sen. His grip becoming bruising as I fought. The noises of the room were fading away and the only thing I could hear was the drumming of my heart. Beating so fast and loud, drowning out the music and what I think were Bakugo's shouts. Tear's swelled behind my eyes as he continued, his hands moving from my waist to the swell of my arse. Grabbing and pulling at my flesh. His hands causing the material to ride up.

Without another though I bit him, hard, drawing blood as he pulled back.

"You always were a bit of a freak." He chuckled, stepping closer to me, reaching his hand out.

"Stop! Get away from me!" I yelled at him. Bakugo stepping in front of me and pushing me behind him.

"You crazy fuck! What the fuck is wrong with you?" Bakugo shouted to him, his arm still firmly in front of me. His shouts drawing some people's attention towards us.

His shouts seemed to clear Sen's head, his smile dropping as he realised what he just did.

"Y/N! Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" He said, reaching out towards me again, tears brimming his eyes. Bakugo stepped back and moved me with him. Out of Sen's reach.

"Why? I like you so much! What is so bad about that? Why don't you like me back?"

"You'll let me fuck you but you won't be seen in public with me!"

I opened my mouth to reply but stopped myself. Not sure how I could respond in a way that would help the situation. My head still fuzzy from the alcohol and the situation I was just in. My eyes and legs heavy as Sen continued to yell.

"Say something! Say anything!" Sen yelled, fists clenched at his sides. Without thinking my quirk activated, a flood of emotions hitting me all at once. Anger from Sen and Bakugo, confusion from another direction and various other emotions that I couldn't place. It was like sensory overload, everything hitting my brain all at once, causing me to sway as I stepped back. Needing distance from this whole god dam situation. Not bothering to answer Sen as he called after me.

The only noise I registered was the ding of the elevator, not sure what floor I was on as I stumbled out, holding onto either side of my head. Trying desperately to stop the noise overtaking my brain. Even though I couldn't hear the music anymore every emotion that was being felt at the party was currently running through my brain, the pressure almost too much to handle. Tears fell from my eyes and my throat hurt as I yelled in an attempt to stop the noise, or get a handle on my quirk.

I shut my eyes tight as I slammed into the wall, falling against it as I slid down and bought my knees up to my chest, still screaming.

I didn't know how much time passed. Seconds? Minutes? Hours? My brain couldn't comprehend all the information that was currently trying to be filtered through it.

I jumped as something cold touched the side of my face, someone's forehead pressing against mine, cold breath fanning across my face. A voice broke through. A voice I couldn't place.

The cold calming me, making me focus on the icy sensation rather than whatever was going on inside my brain. The cold becoming my focal point. Pulling me back to reality.

"Y/N... calm down, please."

I kept my eyes shut, the cold sensation still overwhelming me as I started to settle. My breathing calming down, regulating. A cold hand pressed over my heart. A welcome sensation, as I opened my eyes.

Shoto Todoroki's two toned eyes stared at me. No, not at me, into me. His forehead pressed against mine. His breaths matching mine and blowing his cold breath across my face. The emotions slowly started to shut off, the feelings fleeting as they left me. Leaving me with only my emotions. The soft pulse of the music returning as I regained my senses.

I didn't move from Todoroki, I didn't want to. His forehead and body pressed against me becoming my anchor. I feared that if he moved, I would plummet back down into the well of everyone's emotions.

Against my better judgment, I let a tear slip down my face as I clutched to his arms that were still boxing me in against the wall, his large hands still holding my face as I leaned into him. At this moment, I needed him. More than I had ever needed anyone before.

#shoto todoroki #shoto smut #mha x reader #bnha fanfiction #shoto x reader #todoroki x reader

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doublekrecs · 4 years ago

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haikyuu fic recs (updated!!)

**smuts indicated in warnings!!**

karasuno

kageyama tobio

milking situation by @nekxrizawa (one-shot)

warnings: fluffy-ish, implied pregnant reader, lactation, lactation kink, 18+

lactation kink w/ kags

awe. by @kuroopaisen (one-shot)

warnings: f!reader

a photographer in his spare time, kageyama can’t quite find the passion he once had for the art. until he meets you at a wedding, that is.

so, i had a crush on you… by @beccascribbles (ongoing sm!au series)

warnings: swearing, a lil angst, drinking in later chapters

where you send all the crushes you have ever had a google form to find out if they ever felt the same way towards you.

NO by @hokageyamatobio (one-shot)

warnings: none

the infamous setter asked for your help to study and get better grades, you just didn’t expect to fall for him in the process.

hate sex by @ahegaobaku (one-shot)

warnings: smut, degradation, spanking, biting, hate sex

in which you and your ex express a mutual hatred by using your bodies.

personally. by @bunmilks (one-shot)

warnings: angst

kageyama doesn’t seem to care at all, whereas you care too damn much.

no. 1 fan by @settersloveletters (ongoing series)

warnings: slight angst, smut in later chapters

y/n will always go out of her way for her family, especially for her 7 year old niece, who happens to be kageyama tobio’s number one fan. what happens when the charming sweetheart, y/n, meets the emotionally null, kageyama tobio? and what happens when those two fall in love at first sight?

tsukishima kei

omg they were roommates by @noya-sleftankle (ongoing series)

warnings: drinking

when tsukishima’s best friend yamaguchi moves out of his way too expensive apartment, tsukki finds himself in need of a new roomie. when he replies to your tweet, he expects a quiet girl who keeps to herself but instead he gets you. will you be able to break down tsukishima’s walls or will you be forced to stand on the outside, looking in?

sawamura daichi

watch me by @vangoghmusings (ongoing sm!au series)

warnings: nsfw

college frat boy daichi’s world is turned upside down when he learns his classmate is actually a very popular cam-girl.

sugawara koushi

thigh riding by @nekxrizawa (drabble)

warnings: smut, thigh riding

too easy. by @kuroopaisen (one-shot)

warnings: lil angsty

falling in love with suga was easy. being friends with him was much, much harder.

safety blanket by @vixen-scribbles (one-shot)

warnings: 18+, soft dom!suga, semi-public sex, sofa sex???, a hint of cockwarming, foreplay, degradation/praise kink mixed in there, daichi and asahi make an appearance.

happier by @rebel-ramen (one-shot)

warnings: a lil angsty

reassuring suga you love him.

aoba johsai

oikawa tooru

i don't like your shampoo by @hinac0lada (one-shot)

warnings: none

soulmate!au

birthday gift by @ahegaobaku

warnings: smut, pegging, heavy degradation (giving), sub!oikawa, spanking?

hit me up by @akaashichigo (finished series)

warnings: profanity, sexual jokes & references but no actual n/s/f/w

you leave argentina unsatisfied from the failure of your little quest despite having a last minute retry. just when you’re about to give up, a relatively attractive guy comes up to you asking the same thing you’ve been asking for the past week. conveniently enough, that wasn’t the last time you saw him. sm!au

just until i win by @kurooskult (ongoing series)

warnings: small amount of angst

being a co athletics trainer for a national team proves to be a job that requires a lot of effort, persistence and dedication. just like your long term relationship with a member of a rivalling team. keeping your relationship with world famous athlete oikawa tooru under wraps is no easy challenge but with the olympics fast approaching and fans watching their favourite players every move, you both agree that it’s best you both try your hardest to keep your relationship out the public eye for now. after all, the obstacles of hawk eyed fans, unaware rivals and invasive media attention can’t be too hard to avoid. right? sm!au

gekkan shoujo oikawa kun by @inarzki (one-shot)

warnings: none

oikawa has feelings for his volleyball club’s manager, and he isn’t very subtle about it. unfortunately for him, his charm doesn’t work on her. she’s completely oblivious to his advances, reducing him to embarrassment every single time (the third years find great joy in their captain’s misery.) oikawa finds that he is unable to stop himself from falling into her unknowing traps over and over again.

oikawa touching his s/o in a team dinner by @honeyvanilla-hq (drabble)

warning: smut

last time by @karasu-hoes

warnings: smut, car sex

whose bitch? By @vixen-scribbles

warnings: pegging, degradation, spanking, sub!oikawa

oikawa gets pegged.

iwaizumi hajime

make you sweat by @shanscript (one-shot)

warnings: smut, bathroom sex, sweat kink, body worship

cause you're trouble by @kagsbuns (one-shot?)

warnings: mentions of sex, small pinch of angst

sugar daddy!au

teacups by @kodzukens-thighz (one-shot)

warnings: kitchen sex, slight biting kink, degradation, breeding kink if you squint

in which your college roommate’s boyfriend gets tired of the bedroom eyes the two of you exchange wordlessly every time he’s in your apartment and things get a little heated

hey there, roomie by @myherowritings (one-shot)

warnings: none

after being set up on a bad date with ushijima, he insists on walking you to your doorstep. not wanting him to know where you live, you lead him to iwaizumi’s apartment and pretend iwaizumi is your roommate. college!au

operation: SEX GOD by @writeiolite (one-shot)

warnings: smut, degradation, cum eating, spit play?, cunnilingus, dirty talk, power play, unprotected sex

thinking he’s too vanilla, you make it your mission to improve your roommate’s sex life. you couldn’t have been more wrong. roommate!au

puppy love by @fukuronani (ongoing series)

warnings: none

soulmate where you can write/draw on your skin, it appears on your soulmate’s skin too. in this case, you communicate with your soulmate in your mother tongue for fun. it’s fun to write certain phrases in filipino. soulmate!au, filipino!reader, sm!au

shiratorizawa

ushijima wakatoshi

insecure by @bokutobabie

warnings: hurt/comfort, insecurity, smut, creampie, lots of praise

reader is scared that ushi won’t like what he sees when they get intimate.

drunk phone sex by @wakatshi (one-shot)

warnings: dirty talk, masturbation, praise kink, (auto) asphyxiation, cunnilingus, dom wakatoshi

hesitation by @basicinstnct (one-shot)

warnings: oral sex, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, hair-pulling, face-sitting, implied, sexual content, size kink, dirty talk, established relationship

when wakatoshi makes an effort to get closer to you, you never expect that it'll be in one of the dirtiest ways possible. then again, the ache in your core leaves you in no position to turn him down.

eita semi

it's always better with you by @prettyboi-keiji (drabble)

warnings: none

semi makes your night better with some late night boba drinking and singing you songs.

vortex by @tetsuroyaoyaoya (ongoing series)

warnings: cussing

y/n is a girl living her best life, in an apartment with her two best friends, kuroo and kenma. while she has gained a fair amount of popularity from appearing on kenma’s animal crossing streams, her life isn't all that interesting. that is, until she gets caught up in a scandal with the lead singer of a well-known band, and ends up being the person that could ruin or save his career...

nekoma

kuroo tetsurou

thicc by @rivendell101

warnings: smut, jealousy, thigh riding, spanking, mild choking, dirty talk (praise and degradation), wall sex, unprotected sex

kuroo has nice thighs. unfortunately, you’re not the only one who notices.

fire in his eyes by @tetsurouskuro

warnings: alcohol, swearing, dom!kuroo, fireman!au haikyuu, smut, unprotected sex, shower sex, mirror sex, dirty talk, fluff

kuroo is a fire fighter and your best friend. when your apartment building catches fire and burns up, kuroo offers to let you stay at his place until you’ve found a new apartment.

rent free by @marigoldthoughts (ongoing series)

warnings: swearing, sexual innuendos

you’re karasuno’s second year manager who starts crushing on nekoma’s captain. your friends worry that you’ll end up hurt much like the last time you were interested in a third year. do you care? sm!au

hey, rachel by @noya-sannnn (ongoing series)

warnings: cursing, suggestive themes

two months ago, life was so much simpler for the karasuno second year l/n f/n; she had all the friends she needed and everything was as calm as a serenely flowing river stream. but after her father gets promoted for a job in tokyo— therefore requiring her whole family to move— life goes awfully to shit. just imagine this: barely succeeding at making new friends AND having to deal with a fuckface of a neighbour who ‘bullies’ her for everything she does. oh, and did i mention that he calls her rachel? sm!au

just us two by @jinkicake (one-shot)

warnings: smut, daddy kink, oral (m receiving), public sex, penetration

kuroo loves to fuck you under the lights of his favorite club.

special stream by @cosmic-goddess-leo (one-shot)

warnings: smut, exhibitionism, masturbation, toys

kuroo finds out his roommate is a cam girl. camgirl!au, roommate!au

chemistry by @seita (one-shot)

warnings: smut, mutual/pining, dom!kuroo, dirty talk, handjob (kuroo fucks your fist), pet names, praise kink, mild dacryphilia, multiple orgasms, light degradation, overstimulation, pussy slapping, squirting

you’ve got a steady, fun fwb relationship with a science nerd in your class, kuroo. after being paired up with a project with him, feelings start to develop due to the overwhelming chemistry between the two of you.

sunshine by @pudding-head-kenma (ongoing series)

warnings: a lil angsty

y/n can’t exactly remember where it all went wrong. it’s like one day they’re best friends finishing middle school and the next they’re enemies. if kuroo wants to be an asshole, let him. It’d be nice to know why, though. Sm!au

melancholia by @tetsuwhore (one-shot)

warnings: full blown smut, smoking, drinking, heavy implications of mental illness, parental issues

you’re the edgy, punk outcast. he’s your goofy nerd of a roommate. naturally, you fall for him. college roommate!AU, bad girl!reader

kozume kenma

tangelo envelope by @writeiolite

warnings: vibrators, butt plug, overstimulation, exhibitionism, voyeurism, master/pet-play themes, nudes, alcohol, mutual masturbation, and hookups

you become user kk9kk5′s sim. camgirl!au

boo you whore by @sushimii (finished series)

warnings: angst

the first words your soulmate says to you appears on your wrist from birth. in (Y/N)’s case, she never expected to find hers through a twitch stream, especially when the streamer is someone she hates. sm!au, enemies to lovers!au, soulmate!au

HUSH. by @namikxze

warnings: slight mentions of alcohol, nsfw ft. blowjobs, kenma kinda thinkin like a dom at the end

basically, you come home drunk then try to suck him off while he's live streaming.

stress relief by @inosukki (one-shot)

warnings: breastfeeding kink [?], handjob, cum eating <3

after a rough day at work, kenma wants to try something new that might benefit the both of you.

digging straight down by @sugakuns (finished series)

warnings: after breaking the number one minecraft rule, who knew you’d be pining over the one guy who made fun of you for it. sm!au

fukurodani

bokuto kotaro

farewell by @bokukiyoom (one-shot)

warnings: post breakup angst

post breakup isn’t as easy as it seemed. y/n realized how much happier their days were with bokuto.

come on in by @sushimii (one-shot)

warnings: skinny dipping; thigh riding

akaashi keiji

just your attention by @hqvortex

warnings: thigh riding, grinding, over the clothes stimulation

akaashi won’t pay attention to you, so you decide to grab it from him by all means.

frienemies by @starfleetakaashi (ongoing sm!au series)

warnings: swearing, a lil angst

akaashi was polite, yes, but even he had people he didn’t really like. you were one of them. not like you cared because you hated him, too, but all of the sudden you were paired with him for a project. now that’s when you care.

ike or like like by @bunmilks

warnings: none

in the face of love, akaashi is painfully oblivious

baby boy by @jinkicake

warnings: bondage, overstimulation, oral (f receiving), face sitting, blindfold, light praise kink

some sub!akaashi

daisy flower by @elysianseraph

warnings: overstim, femdom, sub!akaashi, toys, bondage, gags

now live: pretty boy_05 by @starboybokuto (one-shot)

warnings: smut, fluff, pet play, dirty talk, degradation, praising, some dumbification, exhibitionism, senpai kink, lowkey hard dom!akaashi, after care on cam

after getting suspicious about his impressive income as a college student, your best friend tells you about your new boyfriend's side-job and when you decide to confront him, akaashi finally finds the courage to tell you about his little hobby. camboy!au, college!au

inarizaki

miya atsumu

backseat serenade by @msbyslut

warnings: filth, ATSUMUyes he deserves a warning, car sex but not really, fem!reader, light choking, fingering, squirting, dirty talk, v light overstim

teasing atsumu is always interesting.

king of the fall by @elysianseraph

warnings: a lil angsty

atsumu miya has never had any feelings about falling in love. he tries not to think too hard about stuff like that. until he meets you, and now its the only thing on his mind.

virgin killer by @dearkags

warnings: cursing, nsfw jokes

y/n is an animal lover, and living in a place with loud roommates would never allow her to adopt new pets that she can take care of. but everything changes, when she finally decides to move into a new apartment by herself to be able to live with her beloved and peaceful animals, until her annoying new neighbor miya atsumu, shows up with his weird antics of attemping to flirt.

coincidence by @bokukiyoom

warnings: bit of angst, language, alcohol, suggestive

atsumu and y/n have been internet friends for over a year now. until now, she lived in america to gain experience; after moving back to japan, she contacted her old friend group, in hope of getting back together again. little did she know, that a special someone might step into her life as well.

the love club by @tobiosmilktea

warnings: some angst, swearing, suggestive themes

atsumu miya finds himself getting love advice from a popular instagram hotline after getting dumped on his one-year anniversary. it just so happens that you’re the one having to deal with his bullshit

ctrl by @keijiwrld (on hiatus sm!au series)

warnings: angst, cheating, mentions of sex, swearing, toxic relationships

in which y/n finds herself wanting more out of her tainted relationship with miya atsumu even though it’s all out of her control

only fools fall for you by @beccascribbles

warnings: smut, angst

where atsumu is a notorious playboy and now he wants you.

returning the favor (sequel to only fools fall for you)

where you give atsumu a taste of his own medicine.

pseudo love by @kei-kui (ongoing series)

warnings: some manga spoilers, angst, drinking, cursing, suggestive

hot-shot volleyball player miya atsumu just can’t seem to get those pesky gossipers off his back. his solution? fake date someone so they’ll shut up about him being a playboy. but there’s only one problem- atsumu doesn’t know anyone who would want to pretend to be in love... sm!au, roommate!au, fake dating!au

how to fall in love: a guide by @shinsukesgf (ongoing series)

warnings: angst

maybe trying to get your crush, miya osamu, who you’ve been crushing on ever since first year to fall in love with you wasn’t exactly the smartest plan... especially if miya atsumu was behind it all. sm!au

the wrong reasons by @fukuronani (one-shot)

warnings: nsfw/smut, vaginal sex, blowjob, riding, some cock warming, dirty talk, crying, slight crack + angst + fluff

fwb trope!

miya osamu

angel by @fpwritings

warnings: smut, kinda rough sex, clothed sex, sorta face sitting??, unprotected sex, slight orgasm denial and overstim

just another day by @starfleetakaashi (drabble)

warnings: none

small cute osamu fluff!!

bet you never saw it coming by @wickedgamesoyaoya (finished sm!au series)

warnings: swearing, uncomfortable situations, accident mentions, blood, loss of loved one, dead animals.

former seijoh manager, y/n, had to move to accommodate her fathers job. all the while inarizaki high loses it’s current manager and are desperate for someone to fill the position. y/n may be the perfect candidate, outside of the fact she is far too blunt for her own good.

the art of cooking by @keigosbitch (ongoing series)

warnings: none

when her friends have had enough of her cursed breakfasts and setting off smoke alarms every other 3am, they take matters into their own hands and ask miya osamu to teach her the art of cooking.

suna rintaro

aesthetic by @tetsuwhore

warnings: smut in beginning, rest is fluffy

chill after sex tingz with suna.

not a crush by @prettyboi-keiji

warnings: none

love watches you from afar, notices the little things you do and makes an effort to make you smile. love also smiles whenever you are happy. it’s not just a crush, love knows when it is and when it is not.

rekindle by @prettyboi-keiji

warnings: some angst

after two years of being apart, reader and suna met again.

watch me by @sbspice (one-shot)

warnings: cheating, toxic relationships, mentions of pegging, mentions of a threesome, dom!suna, switch!reader (kinda?), both y’all asses but for good reason, forced voyeurism, fingering, non protective sex (wrap the banana y'all), cursing, slight size kink, slight dumbification, spanking, degradation, squirting, semi-clothed sex, surprise character:)

you get back at your soon-to-be ex-boyfriend.

high suna by @bjbex (drabble)

warnings: shotgunning, hotboxing, recreational drug use, oral (m receiving), under da influence

dirty by @kuroosrighttoe (one-shot)

warnings: degradation, spitting, spanking, oral, fingering, cursing

you were used to a lazy kind of love with your boyfriend, but that drastically changed in the bedroom.

who are you? by @bokukiyoom (ongoing sm!au series)

warnings: swearing, tiny angst

in which suna rintarou texts a stranger, y/n, instead of his teammate. their friendship doesn’t start off easily, but they get attached to one another in no time.

bet by @lovebot2-0 (drabble)

warnings: none

in which suna and the reader discuss a bet that kita, aran, y/n and the twins made.

shinsuke kita

farewell, mr almost by @keiyoomi (one-shot)

warnings: angsty

itachiyama

sakusa kiyoomi

jealous fuck buddy by @luna084

warnings: smut, jealous sex, degradation, oral (f receving), shower sex, not rlly without consent but kinda (?)

you’re in a ‘just fuck no strings attached’ relationship with the both of you secretly having feelings for each other. having found out you have history with atsumu during practice, he can’t contain his jealousy as he fucks you in the shower room.

precious by @msbyslut

warnings: daddy kink, spanking, dacryphilia literally always, facefucking, light size kink, dumbification, degradation, unprotected sex, mentions of aftercare

in short, sakusa doesn’t like when you act out.

go to sleep by @paripedia

warnings: none

sakusa + late nights.

it was never meant to be easy by @wickedgamesoyaoya

warnings: some angst, drinking in later chapters, past heartbreak, manipulation, toxic relationships, past kuroo x reader, some osamu x reader

y/n is bokuto’s childhood friend who doesn’t take anyone’s shit. what happens when she crosses paths with someone who is very much the opposite of her? will they match or will it be easier to walk away?

sakusa loves to please you by @jinkicake (one-shot)

warnings: oral (f receiving)

sakusa gives you head for the first time.

pegging sakura by @sunnyshoyou (one-shot)

warnings: pegging, dirty talk, degradation

clean by @jackrrabbit (one-shot)

warnings: masturbation (m)

sakusa can’t stop thinking about you in the shower

a quiet sort of love by @watevermelon (one shot)

warnings: none

manager to the fukurōdani volleyball club, there was no doubt that itachiyama’s sakusa kiyoomi was a strong ace. he brought your team to their knees on multiple occasions, but what you were not expecting was getting to know the nationally acclaimed spiker beyond just the titles and labels.

pose by @sbspice (one-shot)

warnings: 18+, sexual tension, sakusa being sakusa, he’s mean>:(, lingerie, clothed sex, degradation, no foreplay, size kink, creampie, explicit photos, dacryphilia, manager!reader, cameo of the msby boys

headcanons

fancy dinner date!! (ft kageyama tobio & akaashi keiji) by @sckusa

haikyuu boys meet your parents for the first time!! by @sugawaraxo

daichi with an s/o who has big boobs by @miinaashido

thigh kisses by @miinaashido

kenma having a crush on the team manager by @miinaashido

creampie headcanons (ft ushijima, oikawa, atsumu, osamu, kageyama, akaashi) by @vinncent

kuroo's crush on the karasuno manager by @peach-pops

dominant s/o (ft. oikawa, suga, bokuto) by @hikyoo

thigh highs (ft. captains) by @ahega0princess

fwb!suna by @rintarous

open up - spit kink (ft. atsumu, ushiwaka, tendou) by @writingbakery

spell coconut (ft. akaashi, semi, tanaka, & ushijima) by @jinkicake

dry (ft. hinata, kageyama, & akaashi) by @kageyamasthighs

post game (ft. sakusa kjyoomi) by @diem-my

short gf wants a kiss (ft. suna, akaashi, & osamu) by @beccascribbles

new ongoing series

sir pudding head by @softieshoto (kozume kenma)

warnings: none

kenma is a well known for his youtube channel and twitch streams for playing games and getting indie games out there. you are a huge fan so it’s normal for you to talk to other fan accounts about how cute kenma is right? it’s not like he is ever undercover or anything. sm!au

crush code by @the-broken-halo-writer (akaashi keiji, kuroo tetsuro)

warnings: jealousy, hints of underage drinking, sexual jokes, swearing

akaashi has had a crush on you from the moment he met you; the most he ever acted on those feelings was when he became your best friend. bokuto didn’t think it would have caused so much trouble to introduce you to kuroo. sm!au

idols by @bluberryparfait (semi eita)

warnings: some angst

in which semi falls in love with one of the members of a rookie girl group.

good girl by @dearkags (oikawa toru)

warnings: cursing, nsfw jokes, suggestive themes

with strict parents who expect nothing but perfect grades from their one and only daughter, y/n is also not allowed to have a boyfriend until she finishes her studies, and everyone at her school knows that. but what would happen, if the popular volleyball captain of her school sees her sneaking out with someone? sm!au

heather by @kingkagss (kuroo tetsuro)

warnings: angst, unrequited love

you’ve liked him for three years and no matter what you do he never seems to look at you that way. then she arrives, and you have never felt more out of place.

playboy by @simp4satori (suna rintaro)

warnings: suggestive themes, drinking, swearing

nothings better than a post-breakup glow. it seemed like everything was going your way. you were done with boys after all the bs they put you through. love was the last thing on your mind—or at least that’s what you thought before you met pro volleyball player suna rintarō.

17 asterisks by @toorusushijima

warnings: cussing

you send 17 asterisks to your friends about the guy you’d date before kuroo tetsurou. they try and figure out who it is and once they do, all hell breaks loose.

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dizzydancingdreamer · 4 years ago

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Men who I think would be soft for their baby for no other reasons than because I want them to be, in no particular order but still numbered ten to one because I like countdowns...

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Part two —> part one here

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This one’s for you @activist-af, no Finn and Kol erasure here Lottie

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10. Raleigh Becket

A really good man who is a little too impulsive at times and has pretty much no sense of self preservation and always seems to get himself into worsening situations

Is so fucking soft for his baby that it’s insanity

His baby is in no way the same kind of super soldier he is, she’s literally the softest baby in the world, and he’s just so careful with her

Like he follows her around the compound and just makes sure she’s okay

Eats every meal with her, shares a room with her, literally does pretty much everything with her just in awe

So many cuddles before and after a mission, lots of reassurance, kisses her entire face everywhere at least twice and has to get practically dragged away

Endures so much teasing from his partner

I don’t care if his character is suited for a dominant female you can’t change my mind on this one this man is soft as fuck

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9. Ambrose Spellman

A reformed radical warlock who has been locked in one house for a hundred years and is itching to go on a self-destructive bender after cleaning up his family’s messes for years

In absolutely no position to be in a committed relationship but I don’t give a single fuck

He would follow his baby around like a damn puppy when finally free of the Spellman residence

Oh she wants to go to witch school? He’s tagging along

She wants to go travel? Lead the way

The park, carnival, movie theatre, cafe, literally endless places he would follow her

Would read to her as she falls asleep and tell her all his little bits of knowledge on things that he collected during his time stuck in the house

A soft man that is final

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8. Richard O’Connell

Cannot survive a normal, mundane life because it’s “too boring” for a man like him and would risk it all for a mummy invasion even if it means that he dies in the process

But by god he is so fucking soft I just know it

Keeps her safe at all costs even when she pouts at him and makes him take her with him when he travels

Refuses to leave her side when they go abroad because his track record with ancient curses is not great and there’s no way he’s letting some gross ass mummy hurt her

*dramatic gasp* HE ACTUALLY REFUSES SOME DANGEROUS MISSIONS FOR HER???

Does the thing where he leans into her hand when she touches his face and like kisses her palm

Definitely sleeps curled around his baby and wakes up at the slightest noise ready to hurt any intruders

I would literally do anything for this level of soft

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7. Finn Mikaelson

A one thousand year+ original vampire who has absolutely zero sense of self preservation and actively seeks death because of how much he hates himself and would gladly bring his family down with him because mommy said so

Doesn’t quite fit the full dominant image but I don’t care he fits the soft part 1000%

Would bring her with him when he goes to see his family and is always wrapped around her the whole time

Endures all the teasing that would come with that for her because she’s?? Just?? So?? Cute and perfect???

Literally a thousand years old and would still absolutely crumple for his baby in SECONDS

If she cried it would literally be game over

There would be two people crying

He would be crying MORE than her

Epic date night planner, meticulously detailed, would pay so much attention to the things she likes and picks up on even the smallest clues

God he’s so soft I want one

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6. Clint Barton

Largely pushed aside Avenger who has been evil in the past and appears at times to miss the evil a little too much

This one doesn’t even need an explanation, I’m literally right and this one has proved himself countless times

This man is the love of my life so yes: I am biased

Badass, sarcastic, cold archer Avenger by day; soft, caring, gentle man by night

Goes home, soaked with blood and sweat, and pulls his baby into the shower and just sags into her arms

Lives for her fingers in his hair after a long day

And bubble baths with her

Has gotten in trouble countless times for skipping important meetings but does not give a single fuck about it

Teaches her archery and doesn’t yell once (which is a feat pointing to his softness because once he tried to teach Nat and they yelled at each other the entire time)

HE IS SOFT, CASE CLOSED

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5. Bellamy Blake

Incited a radical uprising in a highly dangerous and sensitive situation for really no reason at all other than the fact that he wanted to be the de facto leader of something

As per usual, I don’t care about canon characteristics this is my world I can do whatever I want

Every bone in this man’s body is a protective one

Yes, every single one (No, I’m not sorry about this)

Does not take shit from anyone about her, has definitely shut an entire group of people up for talking about her badly

Gets so nervous when she does anything even remotely dangerous and when she does he’s stuck to her side like glue

He’s so touchy and talks so quietly to her, not because he doesn’t want anyone to hear him call her his baby but because he just literally can’t bring himself to raise his voice he’s that soft for her

Does everything in his power to make sure she’s comfortable which is by no means easy in the slightest

So many forehead kisses that it’s almost barf worthy but he doesn’t care because she loves it and that’s all that matters

The radical leader is a fucking puddle of softness for his baby and that’s final

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4. Loki

A trickster god who always teeters precariously on the edge of good and evil and no one ever knows which side he’ll favour at any given moment

Except when it comes to his baby then he’s good duh

Tiptoes around her because he would definitely be the type to go for a baby who jumps easily and he’s loud and kind of clunky so he’s always just slow and gentle

So much gentle teasing and giggling like oh god it’s tooth rotting sweetness

He takes her hands and just puts them on him, like his chest and cheeks and jaw and arms

Anywhere he just wants her touching him all the time

He rests his chin on her shoulder or head and reads whatever she’s reading or watches her go about her hobbies, kissing her cheek in between

This girl would never work a day in her life she would be ridiculously well taken care of

Would burn down a city for her with little provoking

As soft as butter for his baby

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3. Kai Parker

Bringing back the “needs a therapist, not a girl” but sprinkle in a touch of volatile daddy issues that has created a man so hyper reactive to every negative situation whose only solution is to lash out because he figures no one loves him anyway

But sweep all that aside because fuck it, I don’t like it

He would worship his baby 110%

Is the type of man to let her do his nails and put as many face masks as she wants on him

Can’t sleep without her literally on top of him

He so clingy and touchy, loves when she grabs his hand, internally screams whenever it happens

Has for sure killed for her that isn’t even a question it’s just a fact

“He didn’t do anything” “he looked at you” “but Kai” “but baby”

Would do it again

I DON’T CARE: HE’S SOFT FOR HIS BABY

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2. Jasper Hale

A literal once upon a time confederate soldier who made child soldiers for his dom-vamp girlfriend because he was “in love”

This man has ripped so many heads off so many bodies but I don’t give a single fuck I know he goes home to his baby and just picks her up and does not put her down

Face it, his family is rich, he doesn’t have to do anything, naps are definitely a big part of his routine and he’s always just snoozing with her on the couch, pulling her onto his lap and pulling a blanket off the back and they’re just asleep

Goes out for dinner with her, makes it through maybe twenty minutes, the entire time he’s waiting for it and then boom, the puppy eyes, game over, they’re home in minutes

Has skipped so many family functions

Will make any excuse to just go the fuck home

Sometimes he doesn’t even make an excuse he just fucking leaves

He’s touchy too I just know it look at that face the man lives for contact

The verdict is in-- 100/10 SOFT

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1. Kol Mikaelson

Perhaps the angriest, most volatile, I-hate-the-world-and-everyone-in-it, thousand year old+ original vampire who has been stomped on so much and died so many times that he has no true sense of the world, trust, and love left

Oh GOD this man, this FUCKING MAN

THE SOFTEST MAN HOLY SHIT

I don’t even care what y’all think about this one Kol is so damn soft

This man is the inventor of cuddling

And he doesn’t give one single fuck about where and when I just know it

Family dinner? The witch market? CHURCH??

It doesn’t matter, he’s pressed against her

Oh god this man is protective

Maybe a little possessive too

I don’t care

His family calls him unpredictable so hey he may as well live up to it and burn down a bar or two or twenty for his baby

Shows her all of his witch things and rambles about them all

Is always pulling one of his shirts or hoodies over her head

AGAIN BUBBLE BATHS I JUST KNOW IT

He likes washing her back and just getting to be alone with her

He likes it even more when she washes his hair like he just sinks to his knees and closes his eyes and gives into it

GOD MY HEART IS BEATING SO FAST FOR HOW SOFT KOL IS

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#Kol mikaelson #loki #kai parker #bellamy blake #jasper hale #ambrose spellman #finn mikaelson #clint barton #hawkeye #raleigh becket #rick o'connell #the originals #the vampire diaries #the avengers #twilight #pacific rim #the mummy #the 100 #the chilling adventures of sabrina

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oldguardhc · 4 years ago

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Old Guard hc #101

Summary: Part 2 of the Decennial Awards (Part 1)

“Our next category is the Weirdest Sleeping Spot! As the title suggests, this category is based on the weirdest spot one has been caught sleeping.” Joe turns on the TV behind him and starts the slideshow of them all snoozing in various spots and positions. “We require plenty of rest to remain youthful. This, unfortunately, means we have to catch our Z’s in some unconventional places.”

“When did you take all these pictures?” Booker asks, leaning forward on the couch. Joe glances back and sees a picture of Booker asleep on top of a fridge. The man wasn’t even curled up on top like one would assume. No, he was half-draped over the top, head and arms hanging on the other side, looking as close to dead one can be while still alive. He looked like a poor Halloween decoration. “I don’t even remember that.”

“That’s because you’re senile,” Joe retorts and immediately wishes he can take it back. Three unimpressed faces stare back at him from the couches and Joe knows that this is going to be counted against him. Dammit. He wants to win the best host at the end of the century. Joe plasters on a winning smile. “I apologize; that comment should have been saved for after the show. All of the pictures were taken some time in the last 10 years; anything before was disqualified. Now, our first nominee, Nicolò, fell asleep in-“

Booker stands up and turns around to look at Andy and Nicky. He gestures wildly at them, some of his drink sloshing onto the floor and all over his hand. Booker slurps up what he can on his hand before saying, “Are we not going to talk about how Joe’s been taking pictures of us sleeping? For more than a decade?”

Andy lobs a peanut at him. “Sit down!” Booker catches the peanut and pops it into his mouth. For a second, Joe hopes he chokes on it.

When it’s clear that he will not, Joe says, “No, we are not. Please take a seat, sir.”

Booker whirls around, spilling more of his drink. “This is an invasion of privacy!”

“You were in a public area.”

“Technically-“

“If you have to start with technically, you’re wrong,” Joe sighs, motioning to the couch more insistently. He feels like he has just finished 8 hours of customer support and was told by his manager to cover for the coworker they’re currently sleeping with. Andy snags the back of Booker’s pants and whatever was left in Booker’s cup is now sitting on the carpet. Wonderful. “As I was saying, Nicolò, over here, fell asleep on a crane that was on top of a 500m building. He had a couple of hours to kill until his target arrived and rather than playing on his phone like any other sane person, he decided to take a nap.” Everyone turns to look at Nicky.

“I still don’t see the issue here. I even set an alarm for an hour before the scheduled arrival,” Nicky says and Andy squints at him.

“The construction workers were using the crane. It was literally spinning the entire day,” Booker says and Joe nods. Some carousels spin less than that crane.

“You cost me 500 euros,” Andy adds with a scowl. “It was supposed to be an easy win. You puked after the teacups.”

Nicky gapes at her. “That doesn’t count! Booker made me eat 5 bananas and drink 2 cans of sprite!”

“It was a projectile. You could calculate the angle of it.” You could. It was absolutely disgusting. Joe had made sure to slip the janitor an extra hundred as he tended to his violently sick husband.

Knowing that this will lead to a full-blown argument, Joe quickly interjects, “Now Sebastien, he fell asleep in the trunk of the wrong car and ended up giving a poor old lady quite the scare. Later, I would like to discuss Sebastien’s concerning taste for younger women.”

“Yeah, she was less than half your age. That’s gross, Book,” Andy teases.

“Preying on the young and vulnerable?” Nicky tuts. “Where're your morals?”

“Fuck you guys,” Booker groans.

“I like older men,” Nicky says. “Thank you, though.”

With a smirk, Joe continues. “Next is Andromache, who fell asleep on top of a moving train and managed to stay on it the entire duration of her nap. In fact, she did not even sway an inch; not even when the train was climbing the side of a mountain.”

“Less stuffy up there,” Andy says, taking a sip of her drink.

“I believe you.”

“Plenty of space.”

“No one’s going to join you, Andy,” Booker groans, leaning back on the couch. “It’s fucking cold up there.”

Nicky tilts his head, eyebrows furrowing. “That’s-,” Joe shares a look of incredulity with his husband and slowly shakes his head. It’s probably best that they leave this one alone for a couple of centuries.

“For our last nominee, Yusuf managed to find a yak and fall asleep on its back.”

“You conveniently left out the part where it woke up startled and kicked you 20 feet away.”

Joe gives him a tight-lipped smile. “Thank you, Sebastien. As always, your contribution is entirely unwanted.” Joe pulls the second envelope out. “Now for our winner,” he opens it and snorts as he reads the card. “Sebastien! Congratulations! You won this decade’s weirdest sleeping spot.”

Booker slowly gets off the couch, like he expects Joe to say ‘Psych!’ and call out somebody else’s name. Andy decides he’s moving too slow and slaps him on the ass.

“Here you go,” Joe hands him the prize when he’s a foot away and Booker frowns.

“A sleeping mask from Delta Airlines?” It’s folded in half and barely thicker than a paper towel.

“To make your sleep more pleasurable.”

“There’s a better one in the bathroom upstairs.”

“Don’t be ungrateful, it’s rude.” Did no one teach their kids manners these days? “What do you have to say?”

Booker shrugs and rubs the back of his neck. “I’m sorry, Margaret. Both cars were extremely similar.” It’s not a bad apology. Joe has definitely heard worse.

“One was a minivan, the other was a hummer, you dumbass!” Andy heckles. Sadly, she’s not lying.

“Looks the same when you’re drunk and have your eyes 90% closed.”

“Alright, thank you, Sebastien,” Joe nudges him back to his seat. “Continuing with the weirdest theme, our next category is Weirdest Death.”

Andy and Nicky groan, Booker smirks.

“Just give it to Booker already,” Andy says. “Fucker always dies in the weirdest manners.”

“He’s won every single time since he joined us,” Nicky adds, waving a dismissive hand. “Give him his prize and let him do his speech.”

“So you guys can count me off later? No way!” Joe’s not a fool. This is their test. “Unlike our previous categories, this nominee will cover both Nicolò and Yusuf. Our dearest Nicolò and Yusuf were having a lovely picnic in the middle of the safari. They were enjoying a nice Pinot Noir with some young cantal cheese when they were rudely trampled by a stampede of elephants. ”

“Picnic,” Joe really wants to wipe that stupid smirk off of Booker’s face. Nicky, his dearest heart, reaches over to smack the bane of Joe’s existence over the back of his head. It’s a satisfying thunk too. “Ow! I only have one brain, Nicky, Jesus!”

“More like one brain cell,” Nicky responds. Joe almost bends down onto one knee right there.

No. He has a plan. He’s not going to ruin it because he’s too impatient.

Joe gestures to Andy, “Andromache, was taking a stroll in one of Colorado’s mountains when she accidentally walked into a cult’s trap. After being shot with an elephant tranquilizer, she woke up tied to a tree and was shot with a special marijuana filled bullet as a sacrifice to their Marijuana god.”

“Bullets filled with marijuana,” Booker says, impressed. “If I weren't here, that’d surely be the winner.”

“I know,” Andy grumbles, taking an angry swig of her drink.

“For our reigning titleholder, Sebastien continued to drink an excessive amount of soda, despite everyone telling him that there were not going to be any bathrooms for another hour. Our stubborn Sebastien, of course, ignored us and after drinking 64oz of Pepsi, he had to pee. So in the pouring rain, Andy pulled over. Sebastien sprinted to the treeline and as he began to relieve himself, Zeus struck our poor nominee. He died in his puddle of pee.”

Nicky shakes his head, looking at Booker with a little bit of awe. “How do these things keep on happening to you?”

“The comedic gods really like me.” Something out there really likes him, that’s for sure.

Joe pulls out the correct envelope and is completely unsurprised with what he reads. “Our winner is, of course, Sebastien! Congratulations!” Joe picks up the prize and holds it out; Booker takes it with a grin.

“A voodoo doll of myself?” The doll has a denim jacket and the same haircut Booker has been sporting for the last six years. Booker pokes the doll’s eyes and squishes its plump body. “I’m keeping this.”

“And not the other prizes?”

“This one is custom made; it gets custom treatment.” He has a point. “As for my speech, I would like to thank myself, the greatest and worst person to exist.”

Joe shares another look with his husband. Andy, on the other hand, says, “The prize should’ve been therapy.”

“Okay,” Joe says after an awkward moment of silence. “Thank you for your speech; please return to your seat so we can continue.”

#the old guard #joe x nicky #sebastien le livre #andromache the scythian #tog crack #hc #i'm thinking 3 more parts?#since there's 6 more categories

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