#daring's is being exactly where he is needed when he is needed completely on accident

[spontaneousful]

adventures with aroace daring

he keeps accidentally saving damsels in distress. he just randomly catches them as they fall, he'll climb every random tower he finds and have to carry a damsel down, he runs into people that need help and he just helps them. he drops all of them off at his earliest convenience. a lot of the girls (and some of the guys) come with marriage proposals for their savior, and he politely turns down every one of them.

he cannot save anyone who needs "true love" in the equation, simply because these curses only respond to romantic love (most of the time). whenever he comes across anyone in need of true love, he makes a heroquest ad with their exact location.

bc daring is wandering around the world at random and stopping at whatever catches his attention, its hard for him to keep in touch with friends and family, especially in places where his mirrorphone doesn't work well. however, he has a knack for showing up for all major and minor life events (birthdays, first dates, break ups, etc)

darling is getting married and tries to invite daring, but the letter never gets to him. the day of the wedding, daring shows up looking ready for the wedding.

Darling - "I didn't know you got my letter?" Daring - "What letter?" "My wedding invitation?" "You're getting MARRIED?"

Dexter - I wonder if my brother who I haven't seen or talked to in nearly a year is still alive Dexter - "So, I'm throwing a party--" Daring, crashing through the door - "AM I LATE?"

Daring never becomes a good dragon rider. it is one of the only skills he isn't instantly good at, and he never bothers to learn it. Legend is a good navigator so she doesn't need anyone to "drive" her over the long stretches of wilderness they pass through. Any time that they are in a populated area, however, they get pulled over constantly.

[sugaryplum]

broken ankles and middle names

pairing: theodore nott x fem!reader summary: after a silly accident involving the hogwarts' infuriating moving stairs, you're found by a certain quiet boy (whom you not-so-secretly adore). warnings: no good exposition whatsoever, language mistakes, chaotic+flirty reader i want to be her!!! notes: this is part of a bigger story that i will probably never finish writing, let alone publish, so if it seems completely out of context, that's why. this is also the first thing on this tumblr blog and the first written thing i'm ever showing to tumblr besides poetry!!🤭 i hope you like it 🤍 let me know

“what on earth happened to you?”

the situation is silly and absurd, so you laugh, despite the sharp pain that almost makes your eyes water. theo is kneeling beside you with a confused expression on his face, looking from your swollen ankle to your face.

“can you help me to the hospital wing? i can’t walk.”

all you have to do is look at him and he carefully picks you up from the cold floor. you put your arms around his neck for support. “i was walking up the stairs. and then the stairs moved. and then i fell. you know, i’m glad you’re here, there’s not a single soul on the corridors at this time of day, i was just going to get some books, i have free period–”

“you should watch where you’re walking.” his voice sounds like honey and if you weren’t basically laying in his arms right now, your knees would definitely go weak. but you act unbothered. “maybe i should’ve. but then you wouldn’t carry me. maybe this is a win after all.”

“you’re infuriating.” the small smile that cracks on his face doesn’t go unnoticed, especially when you can see his lips from up close.

“infuriating is my middle name.” there’s a lot of things you can see from up close. his eyelashes are long and he has more freckles than you thought. you like how the ends of his hair twist and fall on his forehead.

“annoying.”

“middle name.”

“stop with the middle names.”

after no more than a minute of silence you speak up again. “you’re so quiet.”

“you think so?” a normal person who doesn’t talk to theodore on the daily basis, probably wouldn’t be able to tell if he’s being sarcastic or not. but you are not a normal person. you pay way too much attention.

you come up with a response and giggle before you even get the chance to say it. “you could say that quiet is your middle nam–”

“if i dropped you right now, i bet you'd be whining like crazy.”

“there’s no need to test that.” you hold on to his neck a little tighter. “besides, you’re lucky i’m not whining right now. i’m in enormous amounts of pain.”

“i can tell. your ankle is twice its normal size.”

“you seem to know my ankles pretty well.” theo chuckles more audibly at your words and your heart flutters.

“that's my secret. i've been staring at them since fifth year.”

you gasp, pretending to be shocked. “i never knew my ankles were so desirable! now you got me worried, that fall might’ve been a threat to my beauty…”

“oh, very much so. you're lucky you had me there to carry you and take care of you in such a tragic moment.”

you never thought hogwarts' insanely big castle was exactly convenient. you’re constantly late for classes, walking takes up half of your daily life and you never know what is creeping around the corner. but now, when you’re being carried through it by the boy you like so much, maybe it’s a blessing in disguise?

“how far away is that wing?” you ask in a whiny tone just to get this attention, but in your mind and in your heart you thank merlin for the long corridors.

“don't you dare even start to complain now, after i carried you all this way.”

“i’m not complaining about you, i’m complaining about the castle. although i’m sure i could find some complaints about you…”

“oh?” he looks at you, slightly amused. “go ahead, do your worst.”

“well, for starters, you make weird comments about my ankles.”

“your ankles are my favorite thing about you.”

“that’s an insult.”

“you’re an insult.”

“MIDDLE NAME.”

he sighs and he calls you insufferable and you smile. you can expect the hospital wing right around the corner, but you wouldn’t mind staying in the pretty boy’s arms for a little longer.

[cheesus-doodles]

I’m kind of curious now how Izana and Hanma would react to reader shrinking to the size of their palm. Would they react differently to the toman boys?

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i-izzyy....

Izana’s first thought upon finding you shrunken among your clothes in your classroom would be how much easier it would be to keep you to himself now that you were literally the size of his palm; this boy didn’t quite think about where he found you or that you were very much naked if not for the hankerchief you had been carrying around that you were now clutching to yourself for dear life. All that was passing through his head was you, you, you; you were all his. No more worrying about you being stolen away by some walking trash heap if you couldn’t run from him, no more anxious calls and texts to make sure you were safe if he could bring you everywhere with him. Almost crushes you by accident with how hard he was squeezing you in his grip much like one would hold a plush, and you would have been completely crushed (since your tiny voice can’t quite reach him in his excitement) if not for Kakucho coming to investigate what the commotion was and rescuing you with a swift, well-placed chop to his friend’s head, and then proceeding to grab a panting you and stuffing you into his shirt pocket. Of course Kakucho would already know what was coming next, and keeping you safe and sound despite your muffled protests was the most important thing on his list. The next thing that Izana would think about, as expected, would be that all your classmates had seen you naked. Well not exactly, given you had unexpectedly disappeared into your pile of clothes and no one quite dared to even look in your direction to figure out what happened, but such details are very unimportant to the Tenjiku boss. Didn’t matter that it was the middle of class, if this white-haired boy wanted to dish out punishment, bodies were going flying. Kakucho on the other hand was already starting to figure out how to get you clothes in your size having migrated to leaning on a wall outside your classroom, with the mere thought of you being butt naked in his pocket was turning his face beet red too quickly, with you poking your tiny face out of the top of his pocket and cringing at every scream of pain or hits landed.

As long as you were physically and mentally the same person, Izana would hardly be concerned about how you got into this situation; barely thinks about it in fact. Never lets you leave his side now that you were even more fragile than before - absolutely no school, no leaving your room without him, and actually, you are moving in with him now. Buys you a nice comfy dollhouse for you to live in right next to his fishtank, complete with miniature furniture for you to use, as well as a little travelling pouch that he can carry you around in when he needs to go out. But get use to having Izana’s face right next to yours for extended periods of time while you lean against his cheek or nose, or sprawl across his hair, watching you and spending as much time as he can with you. Got you all the cute clothes he dreamed of so that you could wear them for him, bringing you out to wherever you wanted to go at anytime of the day. Though this boy also start to desperately miss your cuddles when he sleeps; he didn’t dare to risk accidentally squishing you if he tried to snuggle, and a cranky Izzy is a nasty, mean Izzy (never to you though, you were you after all), but at least Kakucho tries to help bridge that gap by cooking your signature dishes and Izana’s favourites with your help and directions. As much as he likes you tiny and easy to bring around with him, not having you to hold him was becoming inexcusable - he would think about how to keep you around more, but he needed you back to normal and he needed it now. Vaguely orders his Tenjiku gang to “research it and find a cure for you immediately” without telling them exactly what happened. No doubt it caused quite a bit of chaos in the ranks, given Izana was the toughest taskmaster they knew and was known to react very badly to being told “no”. Especially when it came to you. All they could do was hope and pray that you would return to normal soon so that their boss could get back to normal.

Hanma on the other hand would be definitely more intrigued than worried about the situation you were trapped in compared to the Toman boys - I would say in fact that he’s just purely curious. This boy is more the sort to just go with the flow of things, so when one day he comes round to pick you up on your motorbike and instead finds you shrunken and patiently waiting for him amidst your pile of clothes on a chair, the first thing that pops into his mind would be that you were absolutely naked under there. Would cheekily try and sneak a look, repeatedly poking you in the side, but ultimately throw his hands up and surrender when you start to shout at him to stop that in that adorable high-pitched voice. Would continue to poke you around with the tip of his finger and wonder out loud about how you got yourself into this situation until you put your foot down and tell this boy to stop that and go get you some clothes immediately first, and that the two of you could talk after - you knew that your friend was laidback and risk-loving, but even he wouldn’t outright ignore your needs given someone could one, see you naked if you tried to go get some yourself, or two, the very real risk of getting flattened under someone’s shoe or getting kidnapped as a novelty). Though it does still take you quite a good deal of promising and bargaining before Hanma relents and wanders off to get you what you need - you don't ask where or how he gets it. Very relaxed about the entire shrinking cahoot, excited even; a new situation breathes fresh risks into his life, even better that it was you of all people.

This boy would be absolutely fine with letting you wander outside by yourself if you wanted to go, but would also be equally happy to follow you around. Since walking anywhere or taking public transport is now such a hassle for you, would glad you ferry you to your intended destination via motorbike and his pocket; you don't have to wear a helmet if you don't want to. Living on the line like him is why you two became friends to begin with. Invested in seeing what comes of your new, unique situations, so don't be too surprised if Hanma still insists on following you around everywhere, including to school. Ultimately he doesn't want to see you get irrepairably hurt on his watch, so occasionally scoops you up and puts you on his shoulder (or in his hair) where you would be safe from any danger, perceived or otherwise. Would keep you even safer from other guys now that you were as tiny as you are, Hanma definitely isn't afraid to just put you in a fishbowl and keep you there if you don't listen to him when he does get serious.

[zepp-l1n]

My Sankta Alina.

(Part 1 of ??)

Pairing: Alina Starkov x (Healer) GN!reader

summary: the story of the sun summoner and her healer. fic type - fluff, friends/crushes to lovers (kind of in later parts??), some angst warnings - none word count - 2,230 a/n: more cute stuff ig :). Also, this is my first series, so I don't exactly know when I'll update the next parts.

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Alina Starkov had been living in the Little Palace for approximately 3 months when she was first introduced to the Corporalki grisha by the name of (Y/N). She had been on her way back from working with Bhagra, and on a whim, decided to take a walk around the corridors of her new home. Her interaction with the Corporalki had been a complete accident.

The sun summoner walked tiredly through the intricately designed halls. Bhagra's lessons had gone on an hour more than they usually did, and had been far more exhausting. She needed a breather before returning back to her room. Alina let out a soft sigh as her fingers caressed the edges of her blue kefta. The velvety fabric brought her a comfort she hadn't felt since being in the Ravkan army camp.

The shiny halls were quiet - the only sound being the echoing noise of Alina's steps. The quiet was soothing, having been regularly subjected to the fawning and criticism of the more common grishas. As Alina continued to walk she brushed her hand along the carved drawings on the walls. Each was hand crafted and mesmerizingly stunning. Apart from her bed, they were her favorite part of the Little Palace. The carved wood was a surprisingly smooth texture. It reminded her of the wooden bannisters she and Mal would hide behind when Ana Kuya was in one of her moods.

As Alina's attention was solely focused on the carvings, she didn't notice the sound of footsteps coming her way, nor did she notice the upcoming connection in the hallway. By the time she had noticed, Alina had already bumped into the unknown individual, knocking them both down.

"Saints!" the unknown person yelped. Alina franticly glanced over, looking at them. As far as she could tell, this wasn't anyone she had been introduced to in her few months living here.

"Oh my- are you okay?" the sun summoner asked.

The stranger scoffed, dusting off their red kefta. They hurriedly got back on their feet - attempting to look professional. "Yeah, but maybe watch where you're going next time. Not all of us like to be rudely slammed int....." the strangers words got caught in the back of their throat at they glanced up, taking in the form of their accidental attacker. "Sankta Alina, my apologies." they awkwardly bowed.

Alina jumped forward, stopping them. "No, no, it's completely fine. You're right, I should've been paying more attention." Alina reached her hand out towards the Corporalki and smiled. "And please, just call me Alina."

Without meeting her eyes, the Corporalki took Alina's hand, shaking it hesitantly. "(Y/N). (Y/N), (L/N)." As their arm was much closer now, Alina could see the color embroidered onto (Y/N)'s sleeves. It was grey; they were a healer.

"Well, I'm sorry we had to meet under these circumstances (Y/N). If I had it my way, neither of us would've been on the floor." Alina joked.

The healer and sun summoner smiled at each other. Both casually stood for a moment, chuckling at the ridiculousness of their introduction. Unfortunately, the moment was cut short by a shout from down the hall (Y/N) came from. "(Y/N), what are you doing? You were not permitted to leave your station!" The voice was Ivan's, the heartrender that rode in the carriage that brought Alina to the Little Palace. The healer turned in Ivan's direction, fear evident in their eyes. As he got closer, the heartrender noticed Alina's presence. "Ah, Alina, I'm sorry about my associates disrespectfulness. And (Y/N), how dare you take up the sun summoner's time?" he angrily spoke to both grisha.

Ivan reached forward and harshly grabbed (Y/N)'s arm, pulling them away from Alina. "Once again, Sankta Alina, I'm sorry for their disrespectfulness."

Alina tried to come to the healer's aid, but Ivan dragged them away to fast. She stood in her spot, unmoving, as (Y/N) glanced back her way. They gave the sun summoner a look that she could only describe as apologetic, and was pushed into the Corporalki training room.

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The next time Alina saw (Y/N) was while she was with General Kirigan at the Grand Palace. The two had already done the winter fete tradition of an important grisha showing off their powers, and were now starting conversations around the room. Alina was in the black, silk kefta and gold accessories and shoes Kirigan had gifted her. Each item flattered her extremely well.

As she looked around the room, her eyes caught sight of of the healer. Alina hadn't been able to keep (Y/N) out of her thoughts sense their last interaction, and she knew that the way they looked tonight would only make it worse. They were wearing a rose-red, silk kefta. It was floor length, and was tightened around the middle by a grey and black belt. The embroidering was a healer's grey, which went across the shoulders and continued down on the hips and faded out like veins. Their jewelry was the same color scheme - mainly being made of grisha-steel and rubies.

(Y/N) must've felt Alina's eyes on them. They elegantly brushed their hair from their face, turned their head in Alina's direction, and smiled.

Alina could feel her heart in her stomach, and she wished she didn't. She had only met them once, and seeing them like this already made her feel far more giddy than she ever had with Mal growing up.

The feeling in her stomach only grew as she noticed (Y/N) walking towards her and Kirigan. At this point, the shadow summoner had also noticed the healer that had stolen Alina's attention. "Sankta Alina, it's nice to see you again." they softly spoke.

Alina grinned. "Once again, just call me Alina. There's no need to be referring to me as 'saint'."

(Y/N) smiled at the comment, knowing that it wouldn't happen anytime soon. Kirigan couldn't hold his intrigue any longer. "So, Alina, who's your friend?" he asked.

Alina looked up at the general and then back at the healer before answering. "This is (Y/N). They're a Corporalki - or more specifically, a healer. We met one evening after my training a little while back."

"Our sun summoner ran right into me. She knocked both of us right to the ground." (Y/N) recalled, grinning down at Alina. Kirigan chucked in response of the story, while Alina embarrassingly shrugged.

"In my defense," she started, "I was tired from training and didn't hear you coming." (Y/N)'s laugh doubled at her attempt to make it seem like it wasn't her fault. Their arm reached out, hand going to rest on Alina's bicep. The shu girl's face flushed at the contact.

Kirigan stood to the side of the couple, forcefully smiling at the interaction in front of him. As much as he wanted Alina to focus on her powers and his plan, he couldn't deny that the duo in front of him had some chemistry. And as cute as it was, he couldn't let that happen. It would ruin everything. He had worked so hard to fine the sun summoner and he wouldn't let some healer end it now.

"Well, (Y/N), as nice as it was to meet you, Alina and I now have to be going." as he spoke he reached his arm to the small of her back. At the look he was giving them, (Y/N) removed their hand.

"Oh." (Y/N) glanced over at The Darkling. Both Alina and (Y/N)'s moods seemed to dampen. "Well, it was nice speaking to you both." the healer's mouth twitched as they forced a smile. They respectfully bowed, gave one final look to Alina, and headed back across the room.

Once (Y/N) was out of ear-shot Alina turned towards Kirigan, an unpleasant look on her face. "What was that for? Why'd you shoo them away like that?" she asked.

"Alina," Kirigan roughly whispered, "it's nice that your making friends. But, I need your full focus on your powers. You can't get distracted by some healer - not when we are so close to gaining your full potential." He reached forward, placing his hand where (Y/N)'s had been. Alina felt an unsettling tingle reach down her spine at his touch. "We can't let down Ravka, our home, because of them."

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Once again, it took a while for the healer and the sun summoner to meet again. Only this time, Alina was on the run.

She and Mal had made it out of East Ravka, and were hiding out in small towns and forests they traveled through. Everything had been going fine, other than the close encounter they had experienced with the first army a few weeks prior.

They had made sure to cover their tracks the entire way, and took every precaution possible.

They had officially set up camp in the woods, planning to stay for the next few days. As Alina used her light to warm herself up, she was startled by the sound of a twig snapping somewhere in the forest surrounding them. "Mal?" she gasped in worry. She received no response. "Mal, I swear on all the saints, if you're trying to scare me I'll blind you. Temporarily, of course." her voice grew shakier the longer the spoke.

Another twig snapped, sending Alina farther into her panic. She threw her hands up, shining her light around her. The light lit up the sight of a familiar healer - one that Alina had found herself missing since she ran away.

"Alina?" they gasped out. The sun summoner's light dimmed at the sight of (Y/N). They took a step forward, a relieved grin on their face. "You're okay?"

Alina stepped back, raising her hands back in (Y/N)'s direction. The healer's arms shot up in defense. "Are you with him?" Alina shouted.

"With who?"

"Kirigan! Are you with him? Did he send you out here to find me?" (Y/N)'s face shifted from one of happiness to one of betrayal.

"Alina, no. For saints sake, do you really believe that I would?" they asked.

"I didn't believe he was a bad guy, and look where that got me." Alina still blamed herself for trusting Kirigan, for letting him get so close.

The healer stepped forward again, this time slower and far more cautiously. "I swear. Sankta Alina, you have far more power and respect in my eyes than he ever has." Alina lowered her hands, and stepped back towards the healer. Her shaking hands reached (Y/N)'s outstretched arms, and she hastily pulled them forward into a hug. Her grip was tight, and took (Y/N)'s breath away. "Huh." she gasped out, "Didn't think the sun summoner would miss me this much."

"I didn't miss some healer - I missed one of the only kind people I met in the Little Palace." Alina mumbled. "Of course I'd miss you." A small smile grew on both the grishas' faces.

A loud 'snap' brought them out of their content moment. Alina's head shot up at the noise, much like before. This time, the breaking of twigs came from the person she was yelling for in the first place - Mal. (Y/N) unlatched themself from Alina, and moved in front of her in a attempt to protect her from the form they didn't recognize.

Mal brought his gun up from his side at their movement. "Hey! Get away from her!"

Alina frantically shook her head before yelling, "Wait! Hang on! Mal, their here to help! (Y/N)'s my friend from the Little Palace." Alina then turned towards (Y/N), "This is Mal. We grew up together. He helped me escape Kirigan." Both teens slowly backed down at her words.

"You got her out?" (Y/N) walked towards Mal, and reached their arm out.

"Yes." he sharply responded. Mal clasped his hand around theirs, accepting the handshake.

"Good. Now, as nice as it's been to meet you and catch up with Alina, I have news about the second army." (Y/N)'s demeanor quickly became serious. "You'll have to move soon. They're still a little while away, but it won't be long before they catch up. Look how easy it was for me to stumble upon you guys."

"How many of them is there?" Mal asked.

"Two groups - one coming from the East, the other coming from the South. Second group has some familiar faces, Sankta Alina." as serious as (Y/N)'s topic was, they couldn't help but grin when they called Alina her nickname.

"Who?" Mal, once again, impatiently asked.

(Y/N) rolled their eyes at the boy. "Ivan and Kirigan." Alina visibly shuddered at the thought of the men. "I was placed in the group under Ivan, but I couldn't go along with what they're planning - not to you."

"Well I'm glad you couldn't. It'll be nice to have someone who knows their plan on our side." Alina sighed. Mal nodded at the girls comment, clearly agreeing. "Well what would be our best bet? How should we out run them?"

(Y/N) smirked at the girl. "You're already on the right path. We've just gotta continue through the woods, and have your soldier-boy keep covering our tracks." The healer patted Mal on the shoulder as they spoke about him, and threw him a grin. "Smart idea, by the way." The trio straight away took to packing the things around them, and continued their way to freedom - now with a new advantage.

[apiratefellinlovewithastar]

Prickcest prompt!!! Yayy

Ok, here it is: Morty wearing Primes jacket

(also tysm for sharing the post <3 my typing hands are getting tired, need more hands on deck!)

HI SWEETIE <3 sorry I’m just answering this 🥹 life has been hectic OTL (that’s great!! you deserve the attention!! your drabbles are SO Good, I love them. <3)

He finds it by accident.

Morty just turned thirteenth and he’s all alone at home; his mom was out the door before she even finished saying happy birthday, Summer went out with her friends after tousling his hair and wishing him a good day, and his dad promised to bake him a cake after buying the ingredients. They’re all going to take hours to come back, and he’s bored out of his mind.

What are lonely and bored thirteen-year-olds supposed to do if not explore?

The garage has been locked for as long as he can remember. Neither of his parents ever uses it, always parking in the driveway. Usually, his mom doesn’t really mind what any of them does, but the door leading to that part of the house has always been a no-no in her books. His dad tried to open it once and she got so mad not even Summer dared to make snippy comments about it afterwards. Dad never tried it again.

So nobody ever goes in there. Not even her, not really—Morty has only ever seen her try to once, and it was late at night when she was really drunk. He had gone down to the kitchen to get a glass of water but stopped short when he saw her standing there, trying to get the door to open, but she kept missing the keyhole and soon she gave up with a soft thunk of her head against the wood. Morty had silently gone back to bed with his mom’s distressed expression ingrained in his brain.

It’s safe to say Morty is really curious about whatever’s behind it.

Lucky for him, he knows exactly where his mom keeps the garage keys hidden.

He closes the door behind himself in case anybody gets home earlier than expected; better to make them think he’s out as well than to get caught in here. Mom can get really scary when it comes to this place.

However, it proves not to be the smartest move. While it is not yet the summer, maybe Morty should have remembered that the A/C doesn’t redirect here and that the place has been sealed for who knows how long.

He’s been stuffed into worse places and for longer periods of time at school, though, so he can suck it up for a little bit. Especially when Morty’s high hopes and exhilaration taper off when he realizes it’s just a regular room.

Morty doesn’t know what he was expecting, but after the big deal his mom made about it he didn’t think it would be just that!

There’s nothing extraordinary about it. There’s a shelf with things strewn all over, boxes stacked on top of each other, and a workbench on the opposite wall. The floor has a thick layer of dust and that only confirms what Morty already knew: nobody has been here in ages.

He’s about to turn around to go sulk in disappointment in the comfort of his room—geez, is it stuffy in here—when a box high up on the shelf catches his attention. Something has been completely blacked out only for DAD’S STUFF to be scrawled under it in black, thick letters.

Morty immediately knows that’s what he’s looking for, without even having known he was doing so up until now.

As all thirteen-year-olds do, naturally, he has to check it out.

It turns out not to be much. There’s an empty box of cigarettes, a wallet and a broken wristwatch. He opens the wallet to find a picture of his mom when she was a little kid being held by who he now knows is his grandfather. Mom is smiling widely into the camera, and while his grandfather does the same, there’s something about his expression that makes Morty uneasy. He chalks it up to the discomfort strangers always bring Morty and decides to let it go to focus instead on the last item at the bottom of the box.

It’s a jacket.

Morty stares at it with wide, curious eyes. He bites his lip, looks towards the door leading back into the house. He taps his foot on the floor.

Morty puts on the jacket.

It’s almost a fit. Apparently he and his grandpa share a similar bulk—that is to say, lanky as hell—if not for the sleeves swallowing his hands by a long shot. The jacket is mostly dark, sans the magenta patches adorning the sides.

It’s a comfy jacket. He starts cooling down, somehow, but he ignores it in favor of noticing the many inside pockets it has, which is fun and has him wondering about all the things his grandfather could have used them for. It even feels good against his skin, unlike most of the clothes his parents keep trying to buy him.

Morty looks back at the door.

Nobody ever comes in here…

The sound of the car pulling into the driveway has Morty hastily putting everything back in its place. He locks the door and hides the keys in record time and then books it upstairs just in time for his mom to call out his name.

“My room!” Morty calls out, only to stare down, horrified, at the hand holding onto the doorknob.

The hand covered in an oversized sleeve.

Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit.

He can hear his mom walking up the stairs. Morty rips the jacket off, panics for a second. He looks around. His eyes fall on his bed and like a light bulb going on, the word association in his brain kicks in.

Bed. Under. Secrets. Yosemite shirt. Hiding nook!

He’s innocently sitting on his bed when his mom opens his door.

“Hey, sweetie.” She looks tired, but she still manages a smile for him.

Something warm unfurls inside his chest. It’s moments like this that make him feel wanted, even if a little.

If she didn’t love him she wouldn’t even bother, right?

“H-hi, mom.” He smiles back, fiddling with his Rubik’s cube. He’s suddenly grateful for the mess he left on his bed before going down to snoop. “How, how was the emergency surgeries?” He frowns, suddenly worried. “Are th-th-the horses okay?”

Her smile turns a little warmer now. “Yes, sweetie. They’re alright. I just had to stay back to help Davin with the paperwork.”

“Oh,” Morty relaxes. “What’s up, then?”

“Your dad called me on the way here.” She turns her head sideways to crack her neck; Morty flinches slightly, but her eyes are closed and so she doesn’t notice. “He was asking if you wanted a vanilla or a strawberry cake.”

Morty feels himself light up. “Vanilla!”

His mom turns around as she gets her phone out. “Vanilla it is.”

Morty doesn’t have a chance to wear the jacket again until exactly a year later, when Rick comes crashing into their lives—literally—and sweeps him off his feet with the promise of a birthday adventure.

Except.

Rick stares at him blankly when he meets him at the spaceship—a spaceship! How cool is that?!—and for a moment Morty thinks he’s going to get mad at him—it is his jacket, after all—but all he does is frown and look out the windshield, tighten his hold on the steering wheel—and oh, Morty understands now where his mom gets it from—before telling him to buckle up.

That’s the first of many yet-to-come near-death experiences he will have in his lifetime. He’s too busy having a meltdown about it to notice that the jacket is still in one piece and so is the skin underneath it even though his jeans are ruined and his legs scratched. He never gets a chance to either, afterwards, because once he passes out he forgets about the jacket completely.

[mermaidsirennikita]

Could you rec HR with the hero having a...idk, I don't want to say disability (?) Idk if that's the correct word, but the hero has a limp, or a backache or he can't walk that much without getting tired, he needs a cane, can't see properly, something like that, he ain't that healthy like the usual males from the romances

I'm not an expert on the terminology, but I do think "disabled romance heroes" is an acceptable term based on what I've seen in discussions. However, it's not universally agreed upon (nothing is) and in real life it would obviously very case by case. Gently, I would suggest not using terms like "healthy", etc--I have a condition that qualifies as a disability, but I'm not really comfortable with identifying myself as disabled (at this time in my life) and physically I'm overall pretty "healthy". I wouldn't begrudge anyone with the same condition for feeling otherwise, etc. Like I said, things like this are super individualized! But I appreciate you wanting to use the correct terminology, there isn't a single right answer but we can (and should) always try.

But yes! Historical romance heroes with disabilities. I'd check out:

Rules for Engaging the Earl by Janna MacGregor. The hero is a veteran with chronic pain and a limp/mobility issues. He uses a cane, and this is something that affects his sex life with the heroine--not a lot, he just can't do certain positions, and it doesn't negatively impact them. They get more creative (it's hot). It's a really sweet, gentle read; there's a lovely scene where she takes care of his leg when I think he's initially anxious about it. Obviously, this turns into a BJ, because... why wouldn't it...

My Darling Duke by Stacy Reid. Super romantic one here, with top tier tension. The hero was injured years ago in an accident, and though he can technically walk, ride, and stand, it's very difficult and he uses a wheelchair most of the time. He also has it in his head that he's impotent--I'll add that Reid does make it clear that one of his more progressive doctors is like "yeah I'm pretty sure that you have a mental block and CAN have sex" but, what with the mental block, the hero is like "NO I CAN'T WHICH IS WHY I CANNOT BE WITH HER".

Surrender to the Devil by Lorraine Heath. The hero has progressive vision loss; he will eventually be completely blind, and he's really upset about it. I will add a TW--this book does deal with childhood sexual abuse experienced by the heroine, as well as the domestic abuse of a supporting character.

Flowers from the Storm by Laura Kinsale. Probably the best example of this! The hero is a famous rake, but he has a stroke at the beginning of the book, which leaves him in a state the people around him call "madness". He initially can't speak and has some mobility issues. Mentally, he's totally there--he has issues processing language. The heroine ends up seeing him in a asylum (they met before his stroke) and ends up helping him. It's super romantic, and Kinsale writes his experience in an incredible way.

Dearest Rogue by Elizabeth Hoyt is known for the heroine being blind, but the hero actually has a mobility limitation due to an injury he got on the job. I forget exactly what it was, but it took him off said job, so.

Edit, silly me, forgot:

When The Earl Met His Match by Stacy Reid. Hero was born unable to speak--he's verbal, but he lacks speech, so he writes and signs. The heroine ends up learning how to sign and it's super romantic.

Still haven't read these yet, but Joanna Shupe's A Notorious Vow has a deaf hero, and Romancing the Duke by Tessa Dare has a blind hero.

[candlecoo]

since you are in the mood for hurt/comfort, can we see some of your ideas? i personally love me some hurt/comfort so if you have any it would be appreciated greatly:D

Life after Defeat au

- Chizue would often be found lost in a daze trying to remember her past or trying to connect strong emotions to reasons why she felt them. This mostly happened towards the first couple years after her accident, but occasionally pops up now and again.

- when it does she needs to be gently brought back into the present.

- Chizue is triggered by things every once and a while and doesn't exactly know the reason, like movies where a spouse dies or the separation of a mother and child. She doesn't handle them very well.

- she never truly remembers All Might or Torino. And even goes so far as to apologize that she can't which breaks their hearts that she feels the need to apologize.

Test my Limits au

- these kids have been treated as experiments or less than human for almost two years, they most likely have a hard time remembering life outside of the lab.

- or what it's like to not be abused so when they are rescued they are expecting to be mistreated. In Denki and Toru's perspective they misbehave and break rules cause if they think they're going to be hurt anyway there might as well be a reason.

- and Izuku is so scared of being hurt or being in pain in general he doesn't dare step a toe out of line.

- Izuku is also the only one who managed to escape the lab before the raid, he was gone for close to a week, and even outside the lab nobody would help him, they made the escuse that a hero would but nobody did. Or at least not in time to prevent him from being dragged back.

- Aizawa found him on the last day but was too late to save the boy and bore witness to his kidnapping.

- but because of the event Izuku has a hard time reaching out.

Change your Reality au

- so I've mentioned that Izuku doesn't take too well to waking up in the future very well.

- but between having to rely on others just to move around cause he's been in a two hundred years coma, the world being completely different, the self hatred because of his quirk and losing all his friends and family. Izuku starts out very angry.

- he probably lashes out, goes into depressive episodes or shuts down completely when he's at his worst, for the first year or so.

- he also tries pushing himself too hard in his recovery and only makes it harder on himself.

- what I'm trying to get at is he goes through quite a bit of therapy before he gets better.

Ghost Story au

- Izuku does not see the issue with hurting himself/killing himself if it means that he can help others by doing so.

- he out right avoids telling people he got a quirk even though it is all he's ever wanted because he knows that others would not let him use it if they knew about it.

- at first he avoids any help his Koichi and their group try to offer him cause he interprets as them trying to stop him from helping people instead of them actually caring about him cause nobody's ever cared about Izuku other than his mom. And she has too.

- Izuku struggles to see his own self worth and only thinks he matters when helping others.

[mojaves]

🍍 + 🍒 for leon, 🍰 + 🍕 for xavier and 🍎 + 🍪 for seb >:^)

EHEHE

LEON

🍍: Where does your OC feel most comfortable?

IN HIS BED!!! that sounds like a haha funnie joke but listen. whenever he is sad or stressed or overwhelmed, he gets in bed and builds a pillow fort and hides under as many blankets as he can find. he feels safe in there, nothing can get him, and he can just lay in silence for a bit, clear his head, and calm down. even more comfortable if his bf is there with him though <3

🍒: Has Your OC had their first kiss yet? If so, with who?

YES!!! it was his bf if you can believe it. his first ever bf too. the concept of initiating any sort of intimacy with anyone was absolutely terrifying to him. and yet somehow!!! he was the one to go in for the kiss first and that will never not make me insane. world's bravest boy. im so proud of him. he could only do it bc his brain shut off for half a second but it's fine. he's very happy now (:

XAVIER

🍰: What's something your OC counts as unforgivable?

on account of him being insane and full of arasaka brainworms, not much would've been unforgivable to him, other than anyone possibly bringing any sort of harm to his daughter. he Would kill whoever dared to do that, even though it's against arasaka protocol. she is far more important to him than his job would ever be. after he finally gets out of there and becomes a regular functioning man, that would Still be 10000% true, but it also extends to other people who are in his life now, and he's WAY less likely to let shit slide. he will call you out on it bc he actually Cares now <3 well. he would have done before but. he's finally in a place where he can act on it.

🍕: How does an OC spend a lazy day?

back at arasaka, he wouldn't have had a single lazy day at all ever, so now that he finally can, he is taking advantage of it as much as he possibly can. he will Not get out of bed until 11am at the earliest. don't even try to get him out earlier he Will fall asleep wherever he is. by accident or on purpose?? no one knows. he will also try to annoy his daughters as much as he possibly can. [daughters?? plural?? yes. dont worry about it] having the world's longest bath in the history of forever. if someone needs to pee well they will have to wait he is not going anywhere. makes dinner and is Very gay about it.

SEB

🍎: Do they share any features or traits with any family members?

everyone in his family has the same nose, and dark brown, almost black eyes [which he eventually changes back to soemtime in the future teehee]. it's a very distinctive nose, and anyone who knows about his family in any capacity, can very easily spot when someone is a vidal. for better or worse. he got is love of cooking from his mother, and his painfully annoying stubbornness from his father. not exactly a shared trait, but more or less something he learned - he would put his life on the line for his siblings no matter what, even when his father told him to only look after himself. he never listened, and is definitely better off for it. he would always choose to help someone in need instead of walking away, every time.

🍪: What is something that's sentimental to you OC?

the van he used to live in for the few years between getting kicked out of his family and joining arasaka, there was only enough room for a small mattress and all his belongings - there werent that many, most of his stuff got passed down to his siblings. his whole life was in that van, but once he joined arasaka, he was forced to sell it, belongings and all, which he was understandably very upset about. just over a decade later, he finds it again, and - a facking miracle - everything in it was left completely untouched. the outside needed to be fixed up quite a bit bc of how rundown and rusty it was, but he didn't care. he loves fixing up cars. he's just happy all his stuff, all the photos of him and his siblings, etc etc. is safe. and he can look back on it all again.

[replicantdeviancy]

It had certainly been a surprise at first, the endless amount of sass & wit expressed by this supposedly humble man of the lord. Yet the most exciting thing for Connor was his intuitive ability to match energy, to ride the highs & lows of conversation with ease, ever engaging, as if he could gauge exactly what a person needed in the moment. The priest was empathetic, yet bold, daring to say the brave things, the controversial things. He was also incredibly sweet. The way he teased the detective felt affectionate, never once delving into the realm of inappropriate nor coddling in Connors eyes. James could have treated him as though he were a child - the man was clearly decades his senior - but he filled every interaction with a defined level of mutual respect. The kid sensed that his date may have believed he was too old for this pretty young thing, but Connor didn't share that sentiment. & he proved that with every flirtatious remark & ​​sweet compliment.

"I highly doubt that you have the capability of feeling shame," he teased. A fib, though who between them was going to judge? Certainly not the handsome man he was cavorting around with. "I'd say that you're in good company, in that regard." Perhaps the both of them were being a bit shameless, choosing to temporarily abdicate responsibility in favor of this spontaneous venture with pleasurable company. Connor couldn't make himself care. He was happy to have something to look forward to that wasn't work related or involved in family. Passingly, he wondered what excuses for departure the priest had granted himself in order to justify his early.

He decided that it didn't matter, that nothing really did besides his time spent with someone new. He wanted to keep riding those mutual highs of intrigue, soaking up those subtle little responses & shows of growing fondness. How fortunate for the both of them that it had been Connor who had been assigned the Moore case, that they would have come together entirely by happy accident. He might not have had any idea where this could lead, if they would part after a single date & never speak again, or if this was the beginning of something that would last. Though if the priest kept looking at him like that with those pretty eyes & that devilish smile, the detective was sure he'd completely come undone. It sounded as though the idea of ​​​leaving Connor breathless was a favorable one - suddenly he couldn't help but imagine their combined clothing laying discarded on his bedroom floor. Especially when he called him beautiful with that soft, endearing tone. A pretty blush bloomed against the heights of his cheekbones as a shy smile warmed his features, teeth catching the edge of his bottom lip.

Tempting.

"Careful, James. If you keep flattering me like that, I might just think that you're trying to seduce me." A little laugh followed, charming as ever. Of course it was an elating fantasy, imagining all of the things this servant of god might want to do to him, but for the moment, fantasy was where it would remain. Connor might have been a bold & effortlessly charming creature, himself, but he was also shy about many things, his body included. Something for a later conversation, when he knew where they both stood & what they both wanted. It didn't stop him from aiming a quirky grin & wink towards the handsome Brit in his passenger seat, as the detective could be both demure & outgoing at once. A strange duality in a perfectly darling package. He settled himself with a soft exhale & turned onto the street to head further into town.

"Let's just… see where tonight takes us." A glance towards James as he flipped on the turn signal, a gentle warmth in his dark eyes as they briefly met the priests. Connor considered whether he should take his time driving as safely as possible , or if he should show off a little, give his date a bit of a performance. If that handsome little motorcycle in the driveway of the man's borrowed house said anything, James was a bit of an adrenaline seeker. The detective considered just how to use that knowledge to his advantage. His pretty visage took on a faintly wicked smile, one side of his mouth tipping upwards slightly. "With a little time, who knows? You might end up with all of your clothes on my bedroom floor." & maybe sometime, if James was up to it, he could show him what this car could really do.

For now, he was intent on getting them to their destination, wherever that might be. The promise of conversation & company was far more important than any specific dinner choices, but much as Connor had no particular preference for the evening, his date presented an interesting idea. Connor hadn't really had fish & chips much before, as he'd rarely been exposed to pub food growing up. His mother had been one of those almond mom types, which had certainly molded the boys eating habits over the years. However, now that he was presented with an opportunity, the idea sounded appealing. The triplets weren't the standard American diet types by any means, but each could be adventurous. Besides that, so long as he was pleased to be in his company, as far as Connor was concerned, what James wanted, he would get.

"I hope you're up for giving directions," he mentioned, though if the older man had forgotten, he didn't mind doing a little searching through the car's onboard GPS. For once, Connor was glad for early evening traffic, as it forced him to slow down & stop at times with the flow of cars & lights, giving James the chance to get his bearings. What didn't help was the detective's own gently provocative teasing in order to draw James into what he expected would be one of many conversations between them throughout the night. Something he was very much looking forward to. “So, tell me, Father . What do you do when you aren't tending to the flock or reciting scripture to flirt with younger men?” he teased as he had to slow the car to a stop at yet another traffic light. Not that he minded one bit. So long as they were together, Connor couldn't find it in him to become impatient. Everything he wanted in the moment was right there.

Something could definitely be said about the priest's entrance, but that was just James all over, wasn't it? He didn't enter with a mere hello, instead opting for one of his many and seemingly effortless dry-witted remarks to welcome him instead. At least it had been taken rather well, spying the look on the other man's face, not a glimmer of annoyance or exasperation at the Brit's usual antics. Maybe it was too early to tell, but James liked to imagine that the guy had already picked up a lot about him, mainly when it came to his demeanour and general manner in general.

True, there were times when the Englishman could be serious and had to be, but everywhere else, he had no qualms about letting go a little, just being himself, if not as a way to catch some people off guard. How many looked at him with a certain list of expectations? Humans, demons, otherwise? To which he would gladly and proudly laugh in their face. There wasn't anything inherently wrong with a priest being a little cheeky, was there?

Or very cheeky, in James' case.

What he hadn't expected was the outright flattery, brows lifting as he looked back at him, unable to hide the quiet delight that it brought him for such a man to talk him up so much. That was definitely a change -- - not that he'd missed the few remarks he'd hear at times from his congregation, notably under hushed tones since nobody wanted to be caught dishing about their local priest within earshot of the bloke. Not that he'd mind, of course, he'd find all it the more amusing but he could imagine others might not take it so lightly. Which was rather ironic given his placement among religion.

"And here you are, gassing me up something rotten." He mused to himself, resting his head back for a moment as he pretended to thoroughly relish in the moment. It probably wasn't all pretending but he didn't mind taking a compliment every now and then. At least that was one thing that he held close to him, he was genuinely a very humble man, even if he put on a show to say otherwise. It wasn't as though it was deliberate, but it was one thing that he shared with his peers. Mostly. "Don't stop on my account." He continued in jest, tilting his head back and to the side to spare a sly look in Connor's direction, more than happy for the man to decide whether or not he was joking.

"But... all in all, if you look like this every time we go out, you'll put me to shame. Lucky for me... for the Scripture says, 'everyone who believes in him will not be put to shame.' So, there's my get of jail free card." Honestly, he had no doubts that the detective looked that good all the time. Why could he just imagine the guy waking up every morning looking absolutely perfect without the faintest morsel of effort? Not even a hair out of place. While James usually found himself looking akin to being dragged through a bush backwards. Sometimes he was sure that somebody was sneaking in during the night and ruffling his hair. Though he did have to admit that he moved around quite a bit in bed, mainly if he was sleeping in a double bed alone where it granted him far too much room to stretch and contort his limbs all over the place. If there was somewhere there, he seemed to know in his subconscious, even when fast asleep, keeping to his side, if not shuffling up to them, wrapping an arm around them and pulling them close. A devout man of God or not, he still enjoyed being both the big spoon and the little spoon too.

It probably sounded soppy to some people, but given the long periods of isolation he endured during his travels, the rules he did technically follow in some aspects, the main reason for his loneliness was to keep others safe, not expose themselves to the seedy world that James lived in and the horrors that would happily use them to get at him. So in those more intimate moments, he'd gladly hold someone close, allow himself a few moments to pretend like it could last forever before the inevitable weight was dropped back onto his chest and he had to vanish without a trace, reluctantly returning to the real world.

More notably, he made the conscious decision to offer up the possibility of meeting up again, if the younger man felt he could manage it. Or as long as James didn't manage to push him away in the next few hours. There was still plenty of time to decide that the Brit was perhaps a bit too much or too odd for others to stomach.

"Yeah? You know, if I didn't know any better..." He then began, clearly winding up for something particularly spectacular. "I'd say you have the beginnings of a priest kink, detective." There it was again, that devilish smile spreading across his face as he looked over at Connor again with that cheeky twinkle in his eyes. "Don't get me wrong, not opposed to the idea in the slightest. Maybe I'd feel the same if I was on the other side... but you know, can't say I've ever been keen to jump into bed with any of my peers. Not recently, at least." Again, he'd leave that open to interpretation. Had he ever tried it on with any of his peers? If so, it was most likely in his younger more fresh years. Had he ever succeeded? That, he would definitely keep to himself -- - for now. Although, was he kidding? If someone asked, he'd answer honestly and without a moment's hesitation.

Again, much to his old mentor's shame.

"Have to say, wouldn't mind seeing you in that collar one day, yourself. Just for fun, of course... and presuming the Lord doesn't strike me down there and then." He was still sure that one day he'd cross the line so far that even God couldn't forgive him or look past it and smite him at that very moment. Would he regret it? Likely not. Despite everything, James was still under the fervent belief that he was going straight to Hell at the end of his journey anyway. "Although... I think I'd prefer it on your bedroom floor if I'm being honest." Now, even he couldn't keep himself from laughing aloud at that, a warm and hearty chuckle bellowing from deep within his chest. "Couldn't resist." He managed mid-laugh, grinning from ear to ear as he sat up a little straighter. "Right, food. There's this restaurant a few miles away, does amazing fish and chips. They say 'British style', but as a formal representative of the British people, I call bollocks. But they're still pretty bloody good all the same. Had something of a hankering for them all day, if you're so inclined?" He rested his back again, watching Connor with deep interest and fascination, as though he were observing an exquisite painting in an art gallery.

Yet before the other could answer, it was that moment of gazing that the priest found himself smirking a little, his smile waning into something more -- - gentle, as if in awe. "Christ, you're beautiful, you know that?" This was him before he'd had a drink in him. God help the guy once James had some wine in his stomach. "We'd best get going before I start drooling all over your car. You're just too damn mouth-watering."

[imaginingmarvelandeverything]

Conception

Request: I was wondering, if it’s alright with you then could you please write a oneshot where Yn & Bruce tease each other about where Grace was conceived? It could be anywhere like the kitchen/ on the floor, in front of the fire place in the study or library/ batmobile, I leave it up to your imagination. And then flashback smut ensues! 😬😬

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x F!Reader

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, oral F and M receiving, fingering, the batsuit stays on

Word Count: 1343

A/N: Not sure how I feel about this one. It ended up being a bunch of flashback scenes, and I’m trying something different. Anyway, I hope you like it!!

NSFW 18+ ONLY PLEASE!!!!

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“What are you thinking about?” Bruce’s voice was rough with sleep as his nose nudged along Y/N’s jaw and he pressed his lips against the bare skin there.

“Nothing.” She said, just a bit too quickly.

He raised his head so he could look at her, raising his eyebrows.

“You’ll make fun of me.”

“I wouldn’t dare.” He smiled, his hand moving to rest over the small bump that was forming in her abdomen.

She huffed out a breath. “I was trying to figure out where the most likely place I got pregnant was.”

“Why?” He was still smiling

“I don’t know. I thought I might just be nice to know.” She shrugged.

He hummed. “Okay, so this was what, ten weeks ago now?”

“Yeah.”

“We fucked in the kitchen that week didn’t we?” He asked.

Her face got warm. “Not exactly.”

“Oh.” He said, realising what she meant as his cheeks turned pink.

She had been making herself a very early morning snack and had not even heard him come in. Not until he rested his hands on her hips and attached his lips to her neck. She knew it had been a bad night by the way he did not say anything, even as he turned her around and kissed her like he needed it to survive. He moved her towards the table, shifting her until she was lying flat on her back on top of it. He ignored her worries about Alfred walking in and stripped her of her leggings and panties in one movement. Then he had gone down on her like a starved man. He had edged her within an inch of her life as she bit on her own fist to stop herself from screaming. He brought her to the edge over and over again, but never let her fall off. Not until there were tears streaming down her face and she was begging him to let her cum. It had been one of the most powerful orgasms of her life, the kind that left her completely boneless and exhausted. So, they had not gone any further that night. He had carried her to bed and she had passed out almost immediately.

“Okay, so not the kitchen.” He said, a proud smile on his face as he remembered what had occurred.

“No, not the kitchen.” She laughed, threading her fingers through his hair.

“Bedroom?” He suggested.

She thought back. “No, we never got that far then either.”

It had been two days after the kitchen incident and she was already in bed for a change by the time he got home. He had woken her accidently as he climbed into bed with her and it had been hard to ignore just how hard he had been when he was pressed against her back. She knew he would rather be uncomfortable than ask for help. So, she pushed him onto his back and disappeared beneath the sheets. He groaned when he realised what she was doing, his breath catching as she pulled down his sweatpants and kissed her way up his length. His hand buried in her hair as she took him into her mouth. It took all his self-restraint not to buck his hips into her throat. She wanted to tease him to return the favour, but they both knew she did not have his patience. So, she had not let up and he had spilled himself down her throat. He pulled her up for a kiss and then she fell asleep again, lying completely on top of him.

“Did we fuck in the library that week?” She asked, pressing her thighs together to try and alleviate the pressure as she remembered everything that had happened.

“I think so.” He pinched his eyebrows together. “Actually, no, we tried to, but-”

“Oh god, don’t remind me.” She cut him off, covering her face with her hands.

Trying to fuck in one of the main rooms was never a good idea in the middle of the afternoon. But they had been teasing each other all day and they just happened to be in the library when the tension eventually snapped. Y/N had been lying on her back on the rug in front of the fire place, her fingers buried in Bruce’s hair, with Bruce’s head resting on her chest as he watched his fingers disappear in and out of her. His thumb caught her clit, completing bypassing her hood, and she had been so close to falling off the edge when Alfred had walked in, completely unaware, asking them what they wanted for dinner. Bruce had ripped his fingers from her, grabbing a blanket from the sofa to cover her, as she resisted the urge to sob in frustration of her orgasm being ripped away. Alfred had practically bolted out of the room, but it had ruined the mood none the less.

“Fuck.” Y/N muttered, finally realising where the only place they had actually gone all the way that week.

“What?” He asked, his lips ghosting over her throat.

“We only fucked properly once that week. On the charger.”

“Fuck.” He agreed, knowing exactly what she meant.

It had been the night of the library incident, she was down in the station working on the charger’s engine when he got back. He had wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her against the hard plates of the suit as he slammed the bonnet shut. She did not have time to say anything to him as he spun her around and crashed his lips into hers. His hands had dropped to her knees and he hoisted her onto the charger’s bonnet. The suit had dug into her thighs as she wrapped her legs around him. She pulled the cowl free, needing to tangle her fingers in his hair, but he kept the rest of the suit on as he rid her of all of her own clothes. There was something about being completely bare beneath him while he was wearing the suit and lying on the hood of the charger that made her keen for him. His gloves were the only other part of the suit he ditched, checking she was still ready from earlier before he slipped his trousers down, just enough to free his cock. He pinned her hands to the metal beneath her as he slammed his hips to hers, seating himself completely to the hilt. She had screamed at the feeling as his lips attached to her breasts. He fucked her hard and fast, only releasing her hands when he slipped a hand between them to push her off the edge. He was not far behind her, and he had left her there, his cum leaking out of her, as he finally stripped out of the suit. He carried her to bed completely naked, but she felt so fucked out that she did not care.

“I don’t think we’re ever going to be able to tell people that story if they ask where the baby was conceived.” Bruce said, his cheeks pinker than before.

“You think.” Y/N laughed, pulling him up to her lips and kissing him deeply. “Wouldn’t mind recreating it now though.”

He smirked at her and slipped the hand that was on her stomach between her legs.

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[merakiui]

Diluc, Kaeya, Xiao, and Childe Finding out That You’re Being Abused HCs

cw: mentions/descriptions of (physical and emotional) abuse, injuries, depressive mood/thoughts, implied violence **please proceed with caution and do not read if this is triggering! note - submissions are confusing for me, so I wrote it in this format. I hope that was okay! 

@tuestika said: Hi! Sorry that I send my request through submission, tumblr has sometimes eaten my asks either wholly or have omnomned whole ask xD Usually my requests sent through submissions arrive intact so…. I saw that you had done Scaramouche reacting finding out their s/o is being abused headcanons, may I request headcanons for Kaeya, Diluc, Xiao and Childe finding out their their s/o is being abused? Keep up good job! <3

🔥 Diluc 🔥

Diluc might not be the most vocal person in the world, but he’s definitely observant. He’s gotten rather skilled at picking apart your social cues because he’s spent a lot of time with you. 

So when you barge into his tavern one evening, looking absolutely disheveled and asking for one of the Knights, he’s feeling two emotions: confusion and irritation. 

For one, you shouldn’t even entrust your issue to those inadequate Knights. Nevertheless, you are his friend and he isn’t going to kick you out just because you mentioned them. 

He waves you over to the bar and is thoroughly shocked when you beg him to let you hide behind it. Then he notices your split lip and the fresh injuries on your face and forearms, and he wastes no time in getting to the point.

“Why were you out so late fighting hilichurls? I hope you haven’t led any here. We don’t need that sort of trouble right now.”

“Sorry. No, that’s not it. I just—you’re the only one...” You’re struggling to piece a coherent statement together, too busy looking over your shoulder to keep track of your thoughts. “I didn’t know where I could go. I mean, I thought of you and—“

“Please slow down. Start at the beginning.”

More concerned over your safety than professionalism, Diluc allows you to slip behind the bar counter, where you cower on the ground to avoid being seen. 

You gesture for him to come down to your height and he sighs, silently complying when he finds there aren’t any new customers to serve. Bending down to your level, he holds onto the countertop to keep his balance and then he locks eyes with you. 

“What exactly happened?”

You inhale a shuddering breath, wrapping your sore arms around yourself for comfort. Tears are gathering in your eyes as you recall the event. Your abuser had found you after you’d left to get some fresh air, they’d cornered you in a secluded alley, and—you can’t finish the rest of the story.

Diluc doesn’t expect you to continue. He nods as he lets the information sink in, already harboring a deep resentment for this despicable individual. 

“Wait here. I’ll close the tavern early. In the meantime, we should see to your injuries and then we’ll look for that person.”

“I really think we should tell the Knights...” you mumble, knowing he’ll disapprove. “They’re more suited to these types of cases.”

“The Knights are incompetent. The investigation will take days, if not weeks. What happens if your abuser knows they’ll be coming for them? They’ll try to escape and then there’ll be no telling where they’ve gone.”

“I know, but it wouldn’t hurt to—“

“I’ll take care of it.”

You try to object because it’s dangerous and you don’t want him to get injured on your behalf. But he’s insistent in his decision, claiming that if the Knights can’t help you no one can. And you really wouldn’t feel safe if your abuser was still roaming free, so you have no other choice but to allow him to carry out the investigation himself.

And Diluc can be quite clever at times. It won’t be hard to traverse the interior of Mondstadt at night, where his identity melts away into that of the sneaky Darknight Hero. 

He’s going to protect you no matter what. Your abuser won’t receive an ounce of sympathy from Diluc. All he feels is cold hatred when he catches them. Someone as precious as you does not deserve to be put through such torment, and he’ll see to it that your abuser pays a hefty price to make up for all of the damage they’ve caused.

🧊 Kaeya 🧊

Kaeya can’t understand why you’ve started isolating yourself from everyone. In the past, you were always such great friends with the Knights, always catching up to talk to one of them.

He’d spent a lot of time with you and has since gotten to know you through lighthearted conversations and gossip from the people of Mondstadt. 

For someone so appreciated and well-known, he can’t wrap his head around why you might want to suddenly disappear, hiding yourself away as if you didn’t exist. 

And then he happens to catch you in town one day while you’re out running some errands. It’s so like him to pop in with a few flirty lines, but the words stick in his throat when he notices the bandages stuck to your arms and legs. 

“That can’t be good,” he says as he approaches you, leaning ever so gracefully against a wooden support beam. “Why don’t we find Barbara? I’m sure she’ll have you patched up in no time, my dear friend.”

You don’t think you’re worth it so you shake your head, nervously hoping he’ll take the hint and go away. 

“I hope you’re not accepting those dangerous commissions again,” he adds, half teasing and half serious. You can’t tell whether he’s trying to sound chiding or not. 

“Please just...leave me be. I’m a little busy right now.” You try to leave the stall you’re at, walking stiffly to avoid limping in front of him. “I’m not feeling well, so if you’ll excuse me—“

Kaeya pushes off from the beam, standing in front of you with a posture that appears immovable. “By order of the Calvary Captain,” he’s saying, a playful glint in his eyes, “you aren’t allowed to move from that spot until you tell me what’s bothering you and why you’re covered head to toe in bandages.”

You can easily object to such an order, but you figure it’s better to answer instead of arguing over your physical condition. So you explain a modified version of the story, telling him that you simply got into a disagreement and it ended in bruises on both sides. 

Kaeya hears the tremble in your voice when you say it; you’re lying. His expression softens at once and he steps away, indicating that you’re free to leave. But you don’t; you’re looking at him with such a helpless, pleading look. It breaks his heart.

You break before him, lips quivering as you beg for his help. You’re so scared and alone, and you’re not sure how long you can suffer through this before it seriously hurts you. 

“This is the first time I’ve gotten out in weeks.” So that explains your sudden isolation. “Please... I don’t want to go back home anymore. I’ll do anything. Just don’t let them hurt me again.”

Kaeya’s absolutely stunned to hear the silent revelation in your words. You’re awkwardly reaching to undo one of the bandage wrappings to prove your point, but he stops you short. That’s all the proof he needs.

You’ll be brought back to the Knights of Favonius’ Headquarters to be tended to while he gathers a team to search for your abuser. Since you gave him a solid description, it shouldn’t be too hard to find them. 

And once they’re apprehended, Kaeya will subject them to a grueling interrogation. There will be no gentle punishment; it’s going to be as unforgiving as the abuse you had to suffer through. 

☁️ Xiao ☁️

You’ve never really been keen on physical touch and Xiao understands that completely. He usually avoids any sort of interaction to begin with, unless it’s absolutely necessary, so it’s not a surprise whenever you shy away from large crowds.

He has grown rather fond of you, which has lead to the two of you meeting at Wangshu Inn for some Almond Tofu and relaxed chit-chat.

During one of your many conversations, you bring up a few alarming statements. They’re just personal points you’d like to change, such as your weak fighting spirit or the way your joints brokenly click when you stretch. 

Xiao wonders why you’d want to change yourself. You’re not usually this doubtful of yourself. In the past, you would always play the role of his smiling friend, putting on a positive face even when he was in a disagreeable mood. 

Xiao is examining your movements as you awkwardly explain yourself and when your arms move he catches the sight of a rope burn etched into your wrist. 

“What happened?” He gestures to your sleeve, to which you react in a nervous manner, shyly pulling your sleeve down to hide it. Xiao frowns a bit. “Did you get into an accident?”

“No, of course not! I’m fine. It’s just a result of my clumsiness.”

It really doesn’t look like that to Xiao and when he truly looks at you again he finds that you appear abnormally tired and exhausted. He isn’t going to sugarcoat anything and he could be making a giant assumption, but he still asks.

“Is someone hurting you?”

Your eyes widen for a split second and Xiao catches that movement like a cat drawn to a laser pointer. He won’t force you to explain unless you feel comfortable doing so. The last thing he wants is upsetting you or pressuring you into something you don’t want to talk about.

Eventually, though, the story will come to light and he’ll hear all about the horrors you’ve gone through. That rope burn was just one of many punishments you’ve had to endure, and Xiao’s just about ready to snap. How dare someone lay their filthy hands upon you in such a violent way?

Xiao will calmly tell you to stay at Wangshu Inn or anywhere else in Liyue where you’ll be safe. He’ll watch over you while you take time to recuperate and heal. He’s going to make sure you’ll never have to go through something like that ever again.

Having Xiao by your side makes the healing process all the more comforting.

And when you fall asleep in a soft, warm bed, Xiao slips out into the night to search for your abuser. It won’t be a pretty sight once he gets his hands on the human trash who dared to hurt you.

💧 Childe 💧

He’s very perceptive when it comes to your health and overall well-being. After all, he’s got brothers and sisters to care for; perception is absolutely necessary in order to keep them happy and healthy.

So it doesn’t take long for him to realize your behavior is uncharacteristic. You’re jumpier than usual, always apologizing for the littlest of things, and you’ll look over your shoulder whenever you sense something.

It’s almost as if you expect someone to suddenly come at you, which isn’t all that odd. Childe has been known to keep you on your toes when he’s looking for a fight.

But on one particular day he manages to give you a spook when he comes up beside you, grinning and showing up in your peripheral so suddenly that it nearly gives you a heart attack. 

You’re so frightened as you back away, practically folding in on yourself in an effort to protect yourself from an imaginary blow. Childe pauses, that silly grin fading when he realizes you’re shaking.

“Hey, it wasn’t that scary. Come on, comrade!” He’s approaching you warily, not entirely sure why you’re acting the way you are. He’s always been spontaneous; you should be used to this by now.

But you refuse to let him come any closer, having to distance yourself so that you can ease your racing heart and hyperventilating lungs. Once you’ve calmed down, embarrassment floods through you at the fact that Childe just witnessed all of that. 

Childe will ask if you’re okay with him stepping closer and if you nod he’ll be on you like a hawk, pulling up your sleeves before you can stop him. 

For once, you catch an expression you normally don’t find on Childe: surprise. He’s genuinely shocked at what he sees: dark bruises and shallow lacerations from something sharp. 

Either you got these in your many sparring matches or there’s another factor at play here, and Childe is almost certain it’s the latter.  

His voice is gentle as he asks you to explain what’s going on and once you do he’s already set on finding the one who did this. He seems to forget all about his Fatui work, wanting to capture your abuser and give them a piece of his mind—and subject them to more than a few pieces of his strength, too. 

He’ll have you protected in no time, offering to take you to the best healer. You’ll be treated wonderfully and he’ll even lay off on your sparring matches for a while. 

In the meantime, once he gets his hands on your abuser, everything becomes fair game. After all, someone has to handle the brunt of his anger and pent-up bloodlust from the lack of a fight. And your abuser is the perfect match to pummel into the ground. Childe shows absolutely no mercy for them. 

[husbandohunter]

Dear Father [Genshin Impact/Diluc x Reader]

Synopsis: Wherever you are wherever you may be, even if you are beyond my reach, I only wish to see you again. -from a letter lost in the wind.

(A story where you and Diluc somehow managed to meet Crepus)

Genre: all fluff

"I know how late I am to father's day but here's my father's day take on Genshin Impact! Just let Diluc be happy for once T_T Mihoyo pls."

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Discovering Master Crepus' old belongings was like wandering in a domain surrounded by ancient artifacts. Each piece holding the memory of someone you've never met.

The paintings. Master Crepus loved to paint. Typically birds were the main muse of this portraits since they deeply embodied Mondstadt's values for freedom which shows you how much he cherished this city just like his son did. In almost every hallway you walked through there was a collection of his paintings, some belonged to another artist but the majority was an original work. Diluc didn't have the heart to sell them.

Elzer. He was one of the oldest workers who served under the Ragnvindr name, ever since Master Crepus had appointed him during his earlier days. You were told that he treated everyone, both staff and noble, with equal respect. Almost all the denizens of Mondstadt knew this man for he was not only noble in riches but also in the soul.

"I'm sure he would have loved to meet you in person. Now that I think about it, you and Master Crepus are quite similar. Haha, it seems that Master Diluc was selective in terms of who he wanted for his future bride."

Elzer adds with a light chuckle but the statement only made you more curious. A man who affected the lives of so many others, he must have been a wonderful person.

Diluc. The bloodline Master Crepus left behind after his death, a piece of himself and the heir to the whole wine industry, his son Diluc. Although you could see the resemblance in appearance, both of them were men of prinicples and values, putting Mondstadt first before anything else and you suddenly realized if that was the reason why Diluc was so protective of this city. As if, it were everything he had? You could tell he loved Master Crepus very much, not because he said so, rather the painful expression buried deep within his crimson glare whenever someone brought up the topic. Diluc was skilled in hiding himself, it's something he practiced over the years of working alone, though he lowered his guard as long as you were the only one present.

Even so, he had many conflicts still wringing him internally and you didn't want to push him until the day he felt ready to personally tell you himself.

But it would be nice if he opened up, just a little bit.

There were times when you would worry since Diluc had the tendency to hide his feelings for the sake of not troubling you. He wanted to keep life simple and bright, bringing the best to the table while making sure that you lived safely out of harm's way. You couldn't seem to get him to understand that as lovers, you would be happy to help him, in anything. Unconditionally. It was natural for you to feel the need to force yourself in every once in a while and there was nothing more you wanted to know than the story of the man who raised him.

You would even jest on the idea of what it fel like to meet Master Crepus in person. Were you able to reach his standards by any chance? Would he have liked you just as everyone claimed? Of course, they were only silly indulgent thoughts so you quickly dismissed them in the end. Bringing back the past was impossible no matter how badly you wanted it. You closed your heart on that possibility.

On a lovely evening, while you and Diluc were taking your time off Angel's Share to make a stroll around Mondstadt's quiet streets, a strange merchant called over to you. She displayed various antiques ranging from different sizes to designs, none of them seemed to haven been carved in the same place but distinct cultures throughout Teyvat. The only thing they had in common was that they were all equally beautiful to the eye.

However a particular item of what looks like to be a heart locket snatches your attention and you instantly became mesmerized, allured by it's mysterious charm.

"Ah, the locked heart caught your fancy, my lady? It's said once you open it, you will be set free."

"It's magnificent..." you muttered, staring unabashed at the shining surface.

Diluc who was observing from behind folded his arms and tilts his head, "How much is that?"

Although you intended to simply inspect the choices, your lover immediately offers to pay. They all already gave the impression of a hefty price and you didn't want him to spend his fortune on things that deemed unecessary. Still, this wasn't the first time it happened. Diluc would always insist whenever you protested against him from buying anything, it was just a way of expressing his affections towards you. Mora was never a problem and you were priceless. That's how he sees things. You had to remind yourself to be careful when stumbling upon a bustling area full of salesmen next time.

"Five hundred thousand mora."

He purchased it without hesitation.

On your way home, Diluc noticed that something was amiss. You couldn't tear your gaze from the locket as if it had hypnotized you by the golden smooth surface. He had to ensure you didn't run into anyone by accident, tugging your arm closer so that it gave him an opportunity to lead you where you yourself could not. Surely it must have been the appearance but instead of being drawn by, you were drawn in. Completely.

I wonder...what will happen if I open it?

"(Y/n)?" Diluc narrows his eyebrows together. Did you like it that much? No, he knew you weren't the type to be so etranced by jewelry, this was certainly different. Even the merchant seemed a little suspicious when she approached you and Diluc couldn't ignore the heavy sense of aminosity that was emitted around her aura. He couldn't think within her presence but now that his mind was much clearer, he was able to use his skillful judgements.

"Wait...! Don't open it yet-"

However, he was too late.

The wind picks up at an alarming speed and you both brought up your arms to block the debris that had flown in the way. They swirled in non-stop motion until your worlds were engulfed with not even the sky in sight. Amidst the turmoil Diluc latchest onto you and holds your body close his chest as he was determined to protect against any force that dared to hurt you. Something heavy knocks his head and he winces, tighting his hold even further. Your voice could hardly be heard with all the noise that rung around and eventually you discovered the the world wasn't disappearing. You both were.

The last thought you had was the image of Master Crepus and you didn't know why.

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"Diluc? Diluc?"

He faintly heard his name through a series of echoes. Diluc fights to regaind concousness, feeling your grip upon his shoulder while trying to urge him awake.

"Diluc are you alright?"

Your worried face was the first thing he sees other than the fog that looms above. Diluc blinks a few times in an attempt to ease his migraine, using one arm to force his body into a seating position as he allowed himself to be supported by you at the same time.

"Does your head hurt?" You ask, palming gently against his forehead to feel the heat. Even if her was usually very warm, there was no unusual rise in tempurature, something must have hit him instead, "Here, maybe this will help."

Bringing out your hand you concentrated on generating the water through your fingertips. Having a hydro vision meant you were capable of healing magic which Diluc appreciated since he often came home late at night with injuries hidden behind his sleeves. But nothing came out and he became even more suspicious of the situation.

"Eh? What's going on?" You blurted out, patting down your clothes and your pockets, "My Vision, it's gone too!"

"Mine as well," Diluc flexes his fingers to test his own element, "It seems that our powers were sealed once we entered this domain."

"A domain that prevents you from using a Vision? That doesn't sound very comforting," you scratched your head, suddenly remembering the cause of your current problem, "The locket...it's all starting to make sense now. Ugh, I should have listened to you earlier, I'm sorry Diluc."

"No (Y/n), you don't have to apologize," he interjects and you returned a curious glance, "I should have stopped you the minute I discovered there was something strange. I was too careless."

"You felt that too? I thought I was the only one," your tone and face mimics one of surprise. The fog continues to dance around, enclosing the two of you to the small area. You lifted your head and looked above in deep contemplation, "When I saw the locket I couldn't tear my eyes off of it, like something was pulling me in. Like...there was a spell casted on it."

"What do you mean?" he asked in an inquisitive manner.

You nod, "I can't put my finger on it bit Ifel that the locket wanted me to..." balling your fist upon your lap, you stared intensely at the floor as if drilling holes into them while digging into the depths of your mind for any specific clues. Initially you thought the locket was so captivating that you were simply charmed by it's craftmanship. But tere was more than that, you began deciphering, there was also a need for fulfillment. A yearning desire, "to know. The locket was calling me to know."

'Once you open it, you will be set free.'

"To know..." you trailed off. How strange. No matter how much you tried to rationalize, you were always brought back to the same square as if the locket knew exactly what you wanted. What you were lacking. Because the one thing you wanted to know most about was the person you've never met, "Someone very important to you."

The fog dispersed.

Diluc instinctively puts an arm in front of you defensively as he scanned his quick and thorough eyes around the area. It didn't take long for him to know exactly where everything was. In fact, the abrupt change isn't what puts him on high alert, but it was how familiar everything looked to the point he evaluates if there was any reason to be skeptical or if he should be breathtaken.

"What a beautiful house," However you didn't recognize it. Diluc knew because he had yet to meet you during the time he lived in this estate, "I wonder who does it belong to?"

"Father's old mansion...how?" Diluc breatlessly mutters, as if seeing the supremecy of Celestia for the first time. When years passed after his father died, he chose to sell off the majority of his belongings, the mansion being on for example. Currently it was in the possession of a well-known business associate that used to be a friend of Crepus. The mansion would likely have looked much different due to the renovations it gone through but Diluc remembers the picture as if this were yesterday. Everything was in tact. The vine yard, the gazebo where they drank tea, the hill that he and Kaeya used to race on when they were kids-

Revelation burns in his pupils as his eyes expanded.

"Welcome home, my son."

Both you and Diluc fall wordless at the sight that appeared like a miracle's blessing. Crepus stands at a distance, the graceful smile complimenting his warm features. He looked exactly how the court artists portrayed him in the Ragnvindr's family picture. Sharp face with gentle eyes and an aura that was as pleasant as what Elzer described.

"So this is why the locket was calling to us," you whispered, "I guess the mora really was worth it after all."

"...Fa...ther...."

You snuck a glance at Diluc. From behind the resemblance was as clear as dawn, like you were staring at a carbon copy of Master Crepus himself. Almost. He was a less hardened version of Diluc during uncommon situations. It made you think just how much you didn't know before his father passed away. What kind of person was this man during his days as a knight? You never had the chance to know.

"Father is that really you?" Diluc couldn't help his voice from trembling, paralyzed in place when he could hardly make sense of what stands in front of him. The person he longed to hear from, the person who left the world too quick, Diluc was afraid to get his hopes up in case his father suddenly disappeared and everything was just an illusion conjured by his mind. He was already used to being betrayed and dealt with disappointment too often. Which is why he learned to trust only himself. But, right now, can he really trust himself?

Feeling your hand gently on his shoulders, Diluc was brought back to reality. You smiled with warm reassurance that bled into your voice, "It's okay Diluc. Go, I'm here for you."

There was the faintest light shining in his eyes as emotions swell in his chest. Ever since you came Diluc never had to feel alone anymore, truly, you were the light that was brought back into his eyes, to his life when he gave up the thought of seeing it again. If he couldn't trust himself then at the very least, he could trust you.

"Thank you," he embraces you wholly like you were everything, and you were, before letting go and taking off to the otherside.

The air hits him in a rush and knocks the ones out of his lungs, "Father!" Diluc yells with tearful eyes. For the first time in a long while he was finally letting his feelings run free, "Father!" A name that felt foreign upon words that is pushes him forward, wanting to claim the truth that was smiling from afar.

"Father!"

Crepus lifted his arms and openly catches Diluc when he crashed into him. Here. He was here. He certainly was.

"Haha its been a while hasn't it my son?" He begins, encasing Diluc in a hug like he did the day he turned eighteen. Crepus was a tall man and his genes seemed to have went through. Back when they were younger, Diluc managed to only reach the blade of his shoulders, just barely. Now they were practically the same height, "Look how much you've grown over the years. There were so many things I planned to say but I don't know where to start."

Seven years. That was how long Crepus spent alone with his thoughts. He saw what happened through that time span, the truth about the Knights and Kaeya's origins. To say that none of that bothered him would be a lie. Especially when his son was the most impacted throughout all the events.

"Father I...I-" Diluc tries to speak but the words dissolved the moment it reached his tongue. He wasn't the type to be very good at expressing emotions. None of it could simply be communicated by sentences. For him, actions spoke louder yet somehow, they still wouldn't be enough. Nothing can comprehend the weight of seven years.

Crepus seemed to have understood and fills in the gap instead, "I have also missed you and Kaeya. More than I can even say. It must have been so hard for you both to endure it all by yourselves. Life hits us when we least expect it but despite that, you still chose to persevere."

Diluc clenches his hold, face buried in his shoulders and mouth quivering as he barely answers, "Yeah."

"You're both my pride and joy no matter what happens, as a father I cannot be more proud," before knowing, everything that was said came out naturally from his spirit. Crepus may have his own set of things to share but he knew what Diluc needed the most, "So please don't stop relying on one another, don't always think that you have to do everything alone. Stength is a virtue. However, its okay to let go and allow new people to come into your life. I don't need to be avenged, as long as you and Kaeya are happy, its all I ask for."

As if the world had been lifted from his shoulders, Diluc allows himself to break just this once. On the outside, he was known to be an unstoppable force, the Mondstadt tycoon, the uncrowned king and a hero who serves at night. But here you saw only a boy who dearly missed his father as he hugs him tightly. Although you couldn't hear their conversation clearly, just watching them from where you stood was enough to make your eyes glisten from pure happiness.

"You finally chose to open your heart, right Diluc?" You quietly note to yourself, "You don't have to carry everything by yourself anymore, you're free."

'Once you open it, you will be set free.'

He was able to dwell in this one in a lifetime experience, all because you unlocked the heart and dispersed the fog inside.

They spent a good amount of minutes bringing the distance back together after being seperated for so many years. You made sure to make minimal movements in the consideration of their time. It was only temporary until Crepus noticed you standing in the distance and he gave you a quick glance. Your whole body tenses in response, suddenly feeling guilty as if you were a third wheel who didn't belong in the moment between two family members.

He's staring at me. Diluc's father is staring at me! Your thoughts panicked along with your thrumming heart. What should I do?!!

"I see you've brought someone along with you," He comments, the playfulness rising in his tone, "She seems to have been waiting for quite a while already. If you don't mind, may you do the honours of introducing her to me?"

Diluc turns to see you stiffened in place with your hands tightly clasped below your stomach and heat pooling from your ear to your cheeks as you dipped your head down. His father was a kind man and he couldn't understand there the discomfort came from, yet found it endearing nonetheless. Diluc walks over to you and extends his hand, silently urging you to come with him. You complied, albeit hesitantly at first.

"It'll be okay my love," he whispered softly, causing you to be taken aback by the nickname he called you by. Diluc often reserves them for special instances and this was one of them, "Whatever the staff told you about my father, they're the truth. Trust in their judgement. Trust in me."

"Diluc..." you say, voice fading. You knew him to be someone who always kept his word and someone who would never lie to you. Taking in a short breath, you nodded, "Alright, I will," and followed his lead.

There was once a time where you indulged in the idea of facing Master Crepus in person. But never did you prepare yourself for the amount of pressure it came with. Now that you were together with his son, there was a high chance that he would also become part of his family too, sooner or later. You weren't just meeting Master Crepus. You were also meeting your future father-in-law.

"Father, this is (Y/n)," Diluc starts the welcoming exchanges. You felt his hand squeeze yours gently. He turns to you so that you caught glimpse of his face, seeing the reverance in his gaze that was hinted among his handsome features, "She's the woman I fell in love with and I would do anything to make her happy. I cherish her more than anything else."

"D-Diluc!" you flushed, your embarassment as red as his own hair. But he wasn't bothered by it in the slightest.

"I only speak the truth."

Master Crepus lets out a content chuckle, drawing both of your attentions back to him, "He can be surprising poetic sometimes but I'm sure that he got it from me. Even my wife reacted the same way," he reminisced shortly before sighing, "In truth I already knew that you were together. Staying in the after life gave me the chances to watch things from an omniscient standpoint, I was sincerely worried how Diluc would handle things when I suddenly left, I hope you don't mind. If you do, I apologize for making you uncomfortable."

"N-Not at all!"

"Haha, you're very kind. Thank you. I'm glad that my son was able to find a woman like you to be his fated partner. As a parent, it brings me great reassurance," Crepus remarked, "I know he can be stubborn and a little too headstrong when it comes to making decisions. It really must be a handful for you to deal with at times but I promise you that he means well. So please continue to watch over him in my stead, take care of my son while I'm gone."

"You can count on me," you beamed, "I'll give it my all."

"You have my gratitude (Y/n)," Crepus replies and turned to Diluc, "And listen to her every once in a while. I may have been the previous owner of our wine industry but even I always make sure to get me sufficient amount of rest. Son you know its bad to get two to three hours of sleep every day."

You blinked, "Two to three hours?"

Diluc clears his throat, "I understand Father. You don't have to say it."

Oh I think he does.

With a satisfied grin, Crepus took both of your hands together in his and gave you his blessings. The man once considered to be an artifact through the vast mansion was going to be part of the memories in your life. All of your expressions held as much happiness as the future can become now that he gave you the closure you both needed.

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OH BOY... Okay since it's you, I will briefly describe it. But given it is "Jack" we are talking about, I will put this under a cut because not even my followers are ready for this

So "Jack" is an adult furry webcomic by a certain David Hopkins.

It follows the titular Jack, who is this world's version of the Grim Reaper. He goes to Earth, collects the souls of people who died, and then brings them either to Heaven or Hell... But this being Jack we are much more focused on Hell, its demons, and what happens to the damned souls there - because the Grim Reaper himself is actually tied to Hell. The webcomic began in 2000 and is still going on to this day. It originally was hosted on its own website but after several incidents the complete archives were moved to a different place and that's where it is going on now (jacktherabbit . thecomicseries . com)

Where do I even begin with this... Maybe with the very beginning. The very first story of the webcomic is Jack collecting the soul of a fetus that died when his mother was killed (well, it is left a bit unclear as to what exactly happened - some interpreted this as an abortion that went wrong, I personaly read this as the mother being murdered while pregnant, but with Hopkins EVERYTHING is possible). Jack the Reaper brings the fetus, now turned into a little boy, to Hell, because since he died with his mother, he must go where his mother is - trapped in Hell, at the hands of the Sin of Lust (here a literal demon). But since the kid went to Hell "ignorant and innocent" due to never having lived, he remains a pure, untouchable, naive little kid in Hell who demons and damned can't hurt, and thus he starts delighting and playing around in the horrors of the Devil's domain...

THAT tells you already everything you need to know about the webcomic, and if I remember correctly the very next arc is the Reaper having to wait through a school-shooting to collect all the victims of the shooter. And by god it is as horrible as it sounds.

This webcomic can best be described as "Horrible things happen to people everywhere, and not only do we see all those horrible things happening, we then have to see the various tortures awaiting in Hell and the perversion of the demons down there". There's a bit more to that - as in there's an actual plot, for example Jack has no memory of his past and there is an angel going down to Hell in hope of helping the damned, and who becomes friend with Jack and tries to help him regain his lost memories... But else the webcomic is a feast of explicit rapes, gruesome serial killers, mass-shootings, various wars (like the Vietnam War, it pops up regularly), mass car accidents, and whatever the hell you can imagine.

And did I mention it is a FURRY webcomic? So all of this happens not to humans, but to humanoid animals. And they are not even like realistic furries... They are actually drawn like Disney animals. With big crying eyes and Disney-like aesthetic. They're drawn like frigging Bambi. And you see them have sex, or be murdered in dark alleys, or be raped. By god I just have to pause there, as I write these lines.

One thing I didn't know, when I was readng this webcomic, was David Hopkins' personal preferences. At the time I knew he was a furry, and I knew he was into dark stuff, and that he was Christian, so this explained that... But only after going through this nightmare of a comic did I learn that he actually had a rape fetish... And that his side-account on FurAffinity, very active before "Jack" and still active to this day, was entirely dedicated to furry rape porn. In insight, I realized this is why he added so many rape scenes in his comic, AND also why he created some of the most vicious, abominables and I will dare say "perfect" (as in, truly monstrous) depictions of rapists. He wasn't trying to condemn them or show the horror of it - he was literaly just getting off the whole time...

Well, maybe he was actually trying to condemn them while getting off. Because as I said, David Hopkins is also apparently very Christian (I don't know of which branch though), since the webcomic is very ingrained in Christianity and influenced by Christian teachings. But since Hopkins is a furry, very into sex, and also you know, RAPE FETISH, his webcomic is basically his attempt at conciliating Christian teachings, positiveness about being a good and decent human being, and weird compromises when it comes to sex... The result has been pointed out, even by the biggest fans of this comic, as being actually a mess in terms of worldbuilding, because by mixing together various Christians ideas, his personal ideologies, and his attempt at doing a horror webcomic depicting Hell as the worst place possible, he actually created an afterlife system which is apparently completely broken and hypocritical, and actually doesn't work the way it is described to us, based on all the conflicting informations we are given... For example a huge emphasis in the discourse is put on free will and how people are responsible for their actions ; while in effects, the events of the comic show us that a lot of people never had the choice and that the presence of supernatural powers remove entirely any free will in the life of many people... And that's just the tip of the iceberg.

Another thing - this webcomic is HUGE. There are more than fifty different story arcs (not counting side-stories or specials), some of which can be up to HUNDREDS of pages long. One needs MONTHS to get through the whole thing, even if they read fast.

There's probably much more to say but it is... it is just so much. I only read this webcomic because it has some of the coolest ideas when it comes to the Seven Deadly Sins (who are actual demonic forces very influential in the workings of Hell), but had I known I would have never stepped in this stink-hole. Honestly, this webcomic is the type of thing not even bleach can wash out of your eyes.

If you need more, check The Bad Webcomics website, it has a page for Jack which is much more expressive than me but tells you everything you need to know:

Or you can check the Webcomic Overlook review of it:

I was thinking about something mind-blowing recently.

When it comes to: "Indie Internet project about Hell and the life of its inhabitants, oscillating between serious topics and dark humor, heavily furry-influenced, with a lot of violence and with a lot of sex"... There were actually two exact cases of this precise situation happening. Like... the two ways this basis could go.

One was actually the best way so far. It was, of course, the Helluvaverse: Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss.

The other... the other was really the worst road ever. And I am certain that if the Hazbin-haters and other Helluva-harassers knew about the existence of this other one, they would crawl back to the Hazbin/Helluva shows begging for mercy and thanking them for existing.

Do you remember a certain webcomic called... Jack?

*cue to the people who know what I am talking about and proceed to jump out of the window screaming *

Seriously, when you think about it... The "Jack" webcomic is literaly the "horror parallel universe" version of the Helluvaverse. What could have happened if the same basic idea came from a VERY different mind and was handled VERY differently, with VERY different goals.

Both even have a lot of controversies and a vivid hatedom... But by all that is holy and unholy in this world, when you look at the "Jack" content and "Jack" discourse versus the Helluvaverse one, all the Hazbin-haters look like petty, silly children pretending to be grown-ups. Let them glimpse even just the tip of the Jack icerberg and they will rip out their eyes while having a heart attack.

[sugar-petals]

can you give us more thoughts about domestic yoongles? the taemin's one (wich I love) just made me miss the cat boy so much ;o;

i have a phd in househusband yoongi so let me fire out some ideas for ya.

myg at home headcanon

🐱 word count. 1.9k | fluff, slice of life, slight nsfw mentions, x reader, bullet points

The doorbell sound is a recording of Yoongi imitating a doorbell. He’s such a meme. Ceci n'est pas une pipe.

Seemingly, he teaches himself a new recipe every week. To perfection. Yoongi is very particular about sticking to the recipe and wielding his kitchen tools in the right way. He collects knives, olive oil, and still hates cutting onions.

He separates sleep time, work time, and couple time as the holy trinity. For each, he switches his mood.

Blushes easily no matter for how long you’ve been together.

Establishes his own radio show where he DJs at one point.

Yoongi keeps an extreme track on the garbage schedule. He knows exactly what is due when. Separating the trash is a must. That includes sorting out fake friends trying to get between your relationship. Your social circle as a couple is extremely deliberate.

Yoongi deems himself a terrible host for guests. Unless Hoseok is there to drag him out, it's true he rather stays in the kitchen or at the barbecue preparing the menu courses rather than making small talk. He leaves the hospitality bits to you, however you want to go about it.

What he lacks in conversing with guests, he makes up in bed, God is absolutely fair.

He sings and hums pretty often and has his own vernacular of extraterrestrial uwu noises. It's an alphabet that you have to yet decipher but it's incredibly cute.

Self-made paintings everywhere around his house. 

Yoongi hasn't gone clubbing since grammar school. The most he does is going to a restaurant at lunch with very close friends. And always in a work context. His private life is so secluded from everything else and paparazzi just don't spot him anywhere, Dispatch thinks he must live abroad.

Very well, he does consider his big ole house a separate country. It's a living organism with a studio, gym, trophy room, small-size basketball court, and vastly equipped kitchen. A home theater as well, he likes American movies (like Inception) and Korean action genres, and you can stream whatever you fancy in there whenever you like. 

Yes, he has underwear with cute little bears on.

There's even a little pond in the backyard. Yoongi, Pisces he is, likes fishes after all. Sometimes he sits at the edge of the 'Little Ole Min Lake (LOML)' and stares into the water for literal hours with his chin parked on his palm.

His fridge is so high-tech and futuristic, even Yoongi is rendered clueless by its AI sometimes. The washing machine, too.

Yoongi watches RuPaul’s drag race. What did you expect? He finds it so humorous.

Owns lord knows how many comic collections.

Favorite holiday destination: New York.

Christmas is basically 50% you unveiling new music equipment to him in the garage and Yoongi almost fainting at the sexiness of it. The other 50% is spent holding hands and orgasm after orgasm until the new year since you loose track of time.

Goes on long rants why he’d marry you again every weekend.

Making you presents is his specialty. Always accompanied with a hand-written note. He writes a lot of things by hand for you in general. Texting, basically never. Always on paper.

No sex without a blanket and socks on. Yoongi gets cold very very easily and just doesn’t like showing skin. You buy him a heated blanket for his birthday, he even uses it in his studio chair.

Chronically addicted to making out.

Matching black outfits and glasses.

Laughs at even your worst jokes or phrases you didn’t expect you even uttered.

Yoongi owns the phoniest, most secretive-looking black car ever and nobody knows about it. Even he forgets he owns it, in fact he genuinely acts like it just doesn’t exist. Hilarious. And that guy has a level 1 Korean driver's license. Which allows him to drive trailers and busses and fucking trucks, and construction machines, let that sink in.

It's really a genius curse. Yoongi being put to the test will always deliver but he won't choose to execute his full skillset if he doesn't have to. Well, pragmatic. He's not as phony as he thinks he is, which is even more hilarious.

He uses that behemoth of a car so scarcely because he'd rather have things delivered to his doorstep and he's stingy with gas. Also, he doesn't like traffic and driving because of the traumatic shoulder accident and his tendency to space out. Translation: You drive that thing... that monster... it really is an impressive, fast, and scary machine. 

If someone devious ever even remotely manages to invade his privacy and get past the doubly-installed security system, he has enough money to deal with it no matter what.

If it concerns your privacy, he's a red belt. And owns Jin's number if a taekwondo master is required. Jimin's if it needs someone with kendo skills.

If Yoongi needs someone to go on a complete rampage, Jungkook lives just down the block. He can sprint to Yoongi's bunker I mean mansion within 45 seconds. 30 if it's very urgent. 20 if the reward is an instant ramen splurge with Yoongi's black card.

He has a sexy, glamorous sword collection hanging on the living room wall anyways, so. Who the hell is dumb enough to mess with him and his expensive lawyer in the first place.

But just in case, who knows... Yoongi settles matters shruggingly, anonymously, and with cash and he's too exhausted for violence, but don't underestimate his deter-min-ation and network for emergencies. Also, he is Agust D after all.

He will bonk a naughty burglar or kidnapper across the head with a wooden cooking spoon or take him down by throwing a basketball if the situation requires it. Damn, his reflexes are so fast, a feral cat in motion. So, lean back and sip on your drink of choice. Things are cared for.

If Yoongi is the one being kidnapped or a highly skilled stalker invades the property at night when he's fast asleep (nothing can wake this man during certain hours, strong REM right here): Don't forget that honeyboy is a Dodgers fan. There are signed baseball bats everywhere in this damn house.

In that sense, your parents visiting you here for the first time thought you were an undercover thug couple. Not to worry mom and dad, you both just like sports very much okay.

Yoongi walks around in all black clothes and the rooms are all seemingly dark. Even if you live together, you don't know his skin care routine. It's clear to you he's some sort of vampire.

Since Yoongi always forgets to remove his makeup, you made it a habit to wipe it down when he's about to pass out. He won't lie, he enjoys that kind of affection.

Holly is your resident child. You're essentially a family.

He insists to tackle this by himself, Yoongi sees his therapist monthly. Not shifting responsibility is something he's stubborn about and he pours his emotions into writing. You will do conversation about deeper stuff, but he says it's mostly up to him and his own mind. He dislikes burdening you or opening up too much and it's something to respect rather than force him about. If he wants to share a thought, he will. It doesn’t mean he can’t trust you or sucks at communicating (we know that he’s direct). Yoongi simply can’t put that much pain in such few words nor should you alleviate it for him.

Calls from the manager faze Yoongi as much as Jimin is bothered by gravity. If he’s busy kissing your body slow mo, who the hell dares to disturb his worship. 

This man had so many let-downs and interpersonal catastrophes in his life, he's super discerning with people. Because he rolls that way, during their first meeting Yoongi uses his psychology certificate on your friends. You see him squint at them, he listens very closely. After they pass the vibe check aka meow radar, he befriends them, too.

Yoongi doodles Grammy trophies everywhere to manifest them.

Yoongi shaves his legs.

All the sex toys he’s ever bought are black. Gotta vibe in style.

He spends ridiculous amounts of time in the studio but he's yours for the remainder of the night, breakfast, and he makes a lavish lunch and dinner.

Um, consider his head parked between your legs. The Hongkong line was not a joke.

Doesn’t mind you squishing his cheeks whenever and for how long you like. 

Every other weekend he gets flowers, vouchers, and gifts — not because of fans, they don’t know where his house is, but because he donates so much.

Namjoon often drops by and cleanses the area with his crystals.

Yoongi is a photography major so you can ask him to take professional, ceiling-high black and white shots of you.

Feeding each other food lovingly. Man, this guy got lips.

He set up a library just for you, in the exact historical aesthetic you like the most. Send him the link to any book you want, it's basically in the online shopping cart already. As I said, he wants to make you presents like every week.

Sometimes he sits on the other end studying English videos and vocab while you read. And yes, he's already 95% fluent but pretends being merely intermediate. He knows technical terms even native speakers have never heard of.

He collects pajamas and earrings.

Swears on the phone.

Namjoon being the horniest member is a cover-up story. Yoongi masturbates almost unreasonable amounts of times, by himself and in your arms when going to bed. Not gonna lie, it’s a sight to see his hands at work. He’s almost equally obsessed with fingering you once you ask him.

Yoongi was the one asking you to move in and almost had a nervous meltdown before meeting up with you to tell you just that. 

He’s the little spoon and of course a sleeping burrito to hold tight.

Finds you equally attractive in any state or styling. Yoongi practices what he preaches, he always reacts the same and says the same. 

Jams out to outrageous beats Namjoon sends him by dancing in the studio. You walk in on him every time. Was embarrassed at first, now you dance along.

Has bought you a life-sized Yoongi pillow and customized you a giant Shooky to hug when he’s not at home over night.

Owned a wine cellar until he quit drinking. Turned it into a piano room instead.

Only you know Yoongi has a serpent and dagger tattoo.

Scrubs the bathroom religiously.

The house smells like restaurant food and his extravagant perfumes half of the time.

Sometimes he has to remind himself he’s married to you and not his coffee machine. He shall be forgiven. You can’t complain that he doesn’t love you enough, nor is he ever not adorable when drinking his latte.

Never wears short sleeves. It can be scorching and he’ll wear a jacket. 

Tell him and the cap stays on during sex.

He grows his hair out and puts it in a low bun. The bangs remain.

Yoongi has installed the most fire-proof building in the entire city it seems. That he wanted to be a firefighter when he was young definitely shows. Figures the house has to be protected from heat: His blasting studio music and Yoongi himself are just way too sizzling.

Still melts into a puddle when you kiss his nose.

Couple sunrise watching. 

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[glowingbadger]

I've been having major thoughts of Dimitri and Seteth dealing with a brat. Like they're laid back, do what they want, tease, and break rules sometimes on PURPOSE to bother them. Nsfw or sfw or both just anything from you is fine bc it's always chefs kiss

Well now, those are two VERY different ways of taming a brat I'd say :3 ((also thank you ^^))

cw: sub-dom dynamics, brat taming, some degradation

Dimitri, Seteth x Brat!Reader (GN)

NSFW 18+

Dimitri:

- Dimitri doesn't instinctively lean into power play, and if you begin to introduce him to it, he does enjoy it, but primarily as a softer Dom. As a result, getting bratty and teasing him for a while is just about the only way to see the harsher side of what he could be capable of in bed. In a way, that can be quite enticing in its own right; what self-respecting brat doesn't just adore pushing their lover until their restraint cracks and they show what they can really do?

- He can tolerate and even laugh off a good amount of bratty behavior- you're his beloved after all, and your more feisty nature is refreshing, and part of what drew him to you to begin with. To a great extent, it could be assumed that he even enjoys indulging your more willful behavior. That said, Dimitri is also well aware of a certain measure of appearances that must be kept to maintain public opinion of him as King, so every now and then, an infraction of yours here and there may need to be punished. Sliding your hand up his thigh during a banquet with visiting nobles, or pulling him aside just before a meeting to whisper a few lewd words to deliberately rile him up will both result in a loving yet firm scolding later.

- For such every-day naughty behaviors, you're likely to be gently reprimanded, yet with the slightest hint that perhaps Dimitri enjoys your teasing a bit more than he lets on. Usually, he prefers to make love by easing into you, allowing you to adjust to his size gradually, and in a position where he can face you and enjoy your beautiful expressions and luxurious moans. When you've been pushing at him a bit, however, he'll turn you onto your stomach and snap his hips aggressively against you, stuffing you full of his cock and stretching you out around him. Though even as he steadily pounds into you, he nuzzles the back of your neck and murmurs, "Darling, you know that I can't withstand that sort of teasing..."

- In general, Dimitri is far more likely to coax you into behaving with promises of time together that night. He catches you rolling your eyes when he tells you he'll be meeting with a particularly irritating and arrogant member of the nobility that night, and he laughs, brushing your cheek, then kissing your forehead and saying, "I know his kind tend to test your patience, my love- but if you can be good for me and behave during our talks, I promise I will spoil you as much as you like this evening. Anything at all that you ask of me."

- It takes a lot to really break Dimitri's restraint- he wants so dearly to be kind and soft towards you. While he never wishes to strike you, even at your worst behaved (need I remind us, the man is fully capable of breaking bones by accident and he would never forgive himself if he did anything eve close to that to you), he will instead use his near-inhuman strength to manhandle you on his bed into any position he wants to fuck you in for a full night of punishment. Dimitri has a good deal of stamina and takes a while to cum to begin with, so when you need to be well and truly put in your place, he'll fill you with his cock over and over until you're an over-fucked, incoherent mess beneath him.

- He's not very talkative when punishing you- in fact, the worse you've behaved, the more Dimitri relies on primal grunts and moans, rather than words. The most you're likely to hear from him is a low, rumbling, "I am not finished with you yet," as he lifts your leg against his body, spreading you for him as he fucks into you, with you merely laying limp on your side. That all said, once he's sated for the night, he'll carry your trembling body to a hot bath and massage away any lingering aches and pains. He dotes on you and praises you for taking your punishment so well, and after how hard and deep he fucked you and how sweet your darling lover always is to you, it's hard to not want to behave for him.

Seteth:

- We're basically on the opposite end of the Dom spectrum here; Seteth is ready and willing to punish you to the fullest extent for any number of misdemeanors. I've said before that he thrives in power play, and I stand by that (though I do see him as a switch over all). There's plenty that gets under his skin- risky behavior that could bring you to harm, flagrant disregard for Monastery rules or decorum, and of course, teasing him during work. While to others, he may just stiffen and clear his throat, you'll always catch the spark of warning in his eyes, telling you silently that you're toeing a dangerous line.

- Seteth is more than comfortable with experimenting with you until he discovers the full range of what you can handle (and not-so-secretly enjoy) in a punishment session. He'll learn exactly how hard he can spank you, how firmly you want his hand around your pretty neck, and how deep you can take his cock. His usual style of punishment is stern and uncompromising, but fair, and you may even catch him slipping into his "school disciplinarian" voice as he lectures you about your unacceptable behavior, spanking you across his lap while forcing you to keep count of each strike.

- One of his favorite ways to put you in your place- especially if you've been pestering him during his work day- is to force you to sit still with his cock nestled deep inside of you while he catches up on the paperwork your antics distracted him from earlier. He'll remind you that it's your own fault that he's too busy to spend time with you now, then slap your thigh or your ass if you dare to try moving even an inch. Then, if you're very, very good for him and stay perfectly still until he's done, he'll lift you and carry you to his bed.

- Boy can Seteth compose a lecture, even in the bedroom. When you've been especially bad, he'll tie your wrists behind your back and force you to your knees. Then, as he pushes his impressive length into your throat, he'll go on about how shameful your behavior has been, how you're "evidently no better than some common whore," and so on. If you're the type who likes verbal degradation, Seteth is almost unintentionally a master in the field. It may even get to the point that overhearing him reprimanding a student at the Monastery intensely arouses you, simply because of how your body naturally responds to that tone of voice.

- Okay hear me out. Calling Seteth 'sir' completely by accident while he pounds you against the bed for being especially badly behaved. And it just does something to him that he was not prepared for. He's gripping onto the headboard for leverage and slamming his full length into you so hard you lose your breath. Your eyes roll back, and he's scolding you, but you can hardly even make sense of his words anymore, so you just mumble out, "Ye- Yessir..!" and he groans, grabs your hips in both hands and says, "Again. Louder."

[dreamwritesimagines]

Twisted 29 - Miracles and Endings [Spencer Reid x Reader]

A.N.: Oh my goodness, the last chapter before the epilogue! ❤ Thank you so much for your wonderful feedback my loves, I hope you will like it! ❤ Ilysm! ❤❤❤

Series Masterlist

Warnings: Murder, serial killers, death, mentions of sex, drinking.

Word Count: 4600

Summary: Sometimes, miracles happen.

The following weeks were more of a bliss than you were used to. It was like you could finally breathe, finally lose yourself in peace.

You heaved a sigh and snuggled into the soft covers, not ready to leave the pleasant haze of sleep yet but when you felt the empty space beside you, you opened your eyes and sat up straight in bed, looking around.

“Spencer?” you called out and heard the footsteps in the living room. You yawned as you stretched your body, then pushed the covers off of you, grabbed your dressing gown to put it on and made your way to the living room.

You found him by the desk, busy with something you couldn’t see just yet and you cleared your throat, making him jump out of his skin before he pushed whatever he was holding into his satchel.

“Hey,” you said when he turned to you, “What have you got there?”

“Nothing,” he said way too quickly, “Nothing, I- I didn’t hear you wake up.”

“Oh, clearly,” you grinned before you walked to him and pecked him on the lips, “You’re not thinking about bailing on the brunch, are you?”

“I can’t believe we put your family’s brunch and team’s dinner on the same Sunday.”

“Yes but that way, we can do whatever we want the next Sunday,” you pointed out, “Including staying in bed whole day.”

“The whole day?” he mused and you kissed his lips again,

“I mean, I’m sure we can find something to…entertain ourselves.”

“Oh I’m sure,” he wrapped his arms around you, and your phone beeped, making you heave a sigh.

“That’s our cue to get ready, I guess,” you said, “Before my mom barges in here.”

“Does she even know where I live?”

You shot him a look, “Spencer. Come on.”

“Right.”

You reached out to run your fingers through his curls, “So, your last week at BAU,” you said, “How are we feeling?”

“I mean, I’m already teaching most of the time, it was just…formalities at BAU at this point,” he said, “But yeah. Next week will be interesting I guess.”

“A new slate,” you reminded him, “It will be fun. And you know, I will still love you when you’re this old and hot professor, so keep that in mind.”

Even though your joke was supposed to make him laugh, you couldn’t help but notice that look of hesitation on his face.

“You—you do, right?” he asked, and you raised your brows.

“Hm?”

“You love me?”

You blinked a couple of times, then let out a small laugh.

“Oh wow, sex makes you clingy doesn’t it professor?”

“Y/N.”

“No seriously, having to wait for a couple of weeks because of something so trivial-“

“Broken ribs are not trivial,” he corrected you and you rolled your eyes.

“Whatever. If this is your way of saying last night was mind blowing for you,” you said “So much that it made you forget one very simple fact…”

“Very simple fact, huh?” he repeated with a smile and you nodded.

“Consider this your daily reminder,” you said and stood on your tiptoes to give him a kiss, “I love you,” you muttered against his lips, kissing him again, “So, so much.”

He pulled you closer to himself, deepening the kiss, his fingertips caressing your neck before you pulled back with a sigh.

“We should get ready,” you told him, “No distractions professor, come on."

                                                   ***

Since the weather was so nice and warm, your mother had decided that you could have the brunch outside. The maid let you in and Lily screeched, then rushed to hug Spencer as soon as she saw you two and he lifted her up.

“Is that a new headband?” he joked and she giggled.

“Yes!” she said “Hi auntie!”

“Hi bug,” you kissed her cheek, “What, you like him better or something?”

“No, but you can’t lift me yet,” she said with her nose in the air, “Mama said it’d hurt you.”

“She does have a point,” Spencer pointed out and you narrowed your eyes at him.

“I’m fine!”

“I don’t believe that for a second,” Mina commented from the living room, making Kenzie let out a laugh. Spencer’s phone started ringing as soon as you stepped into the room and he had to put Lily down.

“Excuse me,” he said and made his way to the hallway while Nolan approached you to kiss you on the cheek.

“Hey there,”

“Hey, where’s mom?”

“Upstairs, picking earrings,” he said, “The table isn’t ready yet but if Spencer wants, I have this wonderful coffee, he needs to try it.”

“Why do I get no love today?” you asked to no one in particular and Kenzie smiled before wrapping her arms around you.

“Aw but I love you!” she said, making you grin.

“Only you are going to be in my will, none of these people.” You motioned around the room and Mina scoffed.

“I think I’ll be fine thank you. I’ve seen your wardrobe, I’m not impressed.”

“How dare you?” you gasped, making Lily giggle.

“What’s a will?” she asked and Mina shook her head.

“It’s a grown up document baby.”

“Speaking of grown up documents,” you grinned and turned to Nolan, “Please tell me we won’t have any surprises during brunch. Because me and Spencer have this bet going on—“

“Oh please, he’s not going to ask her here,” Mina said, “It’ll be on top of a mountain or something.”

“Mountains are cold this time of the year.”

“I just want to point out,” you said, “If it is a plan that will take place in near future—Lily, cover your ears baby.”

Lily put her hands over her ears, looking up at you curiously.

“My assistant tried to kill me very recently, so I’m behind my schedule and my client list is full.”

“It’s not full, and you’re not getting out of this that easy.”

“I almost died!”

“Yeah and see, now you have another excuse besides my father is a serial—“

“Can I listen now please?” Lily asked very loudly, making you smile and you nodded so that she could uncover her ears as Mina pulled her to her lap to press a kiss into her hair, fixing her headband.

“Besides, Nolan won’t have something huge, right Nolan?”

“Yeah like… hundred people, maximum.” Nolan stated and you shook your head.

“Unbelievable,” you said, “I’m going outside to get some fresh air.”

You grabbed your cigarette pack from your purse, then made your way to the backyard while the table was still being set, and you lit your cigarette, closing your eyes for a moment, laughing to yourself.

You had already prepared a plan for your mom’s wedding but it didn’t mean you couldn’t whine about it.

You exhaled the smoke, then looked over your shoulder when someone touched the small of your back.

“Hey,” you smiled at Spencer, “Is everything okay?”

He swallowed thickly and nodded, “Uh huh,” he said, “Everything is fine. But um- Luke just called.”

“About tonight’s dinner?”

“No, about um…” he pursed his lips for a moment, “I’m only telling you this because you should hear this from me, not anyone else.”

“Oh God, what happened?” you pressed a hand over your chest, “Spencer, is everyone okay?”

“Yeah!” he said quickly, “Yeah, it’s not like that. It’s just um…”

“What?”

“Lincoln is dead.”

You gawked at him, trying to wrap your mind around it and ignoring the goosebumps on your skin. “I’m sorry?”

“There was an accident,” he said, “Apparently some inmates got into a fight, and while they were closing the doors, there was this glitch so his door didn’t close completely before someone could get into his cell.”

You blinked a couple of times, “A glitch,” you repeated, “What glitch?”

“It’s all automatic, the doors are connected to the security system.”

“What security system?”

He crossed his arms, “I didn’t ask—“

“Yes you did,” you said, “What security system?”

He didn’t even flinch. “Yates Security.”

“You can’t be serious,” you covered your mouth and he shrugged his shoulders, as if it meant nothing.

“These things happen.”

“They don’t just….” you trailed off “That wasn’t an accident, you know it as much as I do!”

“No actually, I don’t,” he said, “I just know that the FBI has no reason to investigate it further.”

You let out a breath, still staring up at him.

“Did you know?” you asked him, “That it would happen?”

“No,” he said, “But even if I knew, I wouldn’t have stopped it.”

You shook your head, “You don’t mean that.”

He let out a bitter laugh, “I do,” he said, “I really do. Hell, I’d help if I knew.”

“Spencer-“

“You don’t think I wanted to do that?” he cut you off, “While we were waiting for you?  I could’ve just gone to his room and make sure it was done. Make sure he wouldn’t wake up again— I was going to do it, Y/N. I stood up to go to his floor, right before a nurse told us that you were out of the surgery.”

You were supposed to feel guilt. You were supposed to feel something, but you knew what he meant. You knew that red haze of anger all too well, that was exactly how you had felt back at the cabin, when Lincoln had mentioned hurting Spencer.

“I… I need to talk to my mom, excuse me,” you said and made your way upstairs to your mother’s bedroom before you opened it.

“Oh welcome honey!” she said, putting her earrings on, “I’ll be right downsta—“

“Lincoln is dead,” you cut her off and she froze only for a moment before she shrugged her shoulders.

“Well, not a huge tragedy.”

“Mom.”

“I doubt anyone will miss that monster.”

“Nolan wouldn’t do it without you asking him,” you shook your head, “It was your idea, wasn’t it?”

She rolled her eyes, then looked at you. “Don’t be so dramatic.”

“Mom you—“ you lowered your voice, looking around before you took a step towards her, “I never asked you to do that. I would never. Me doing it is one thing, you doing it—“

“Is exactly the same thing,” she finished your sentence for you, “I made my decision while waiting for you to wake up, Y/N. Don’t feel bad about it.”

“I don’t feel bad about it!” you insisted, “That’s not it! But it’s my mess, you guys aren’t supposed to be involved in this—“

“Why did you go with Lincoln again?” she asked you, taking you by surprise, “You and I both know you were more than capable of taking him down. Remind me, why did you follow him to that cabin?”

That was more than enough to make you fall silent before you shifted your weight.

“I thought he had Lily.”

Your mother smiled slightly, “There you go.”

“Mom it’s different though!” you said through your teeth, “You and Mina—you guys don’t have it in you!”

“We all have it in us, Y/N,” she said, “When it comes to protecting the ones we love. I wasn’t going to let him hurt my daughter and get away with it. I don’t care who gets hurt in the process as long as my family survives.”

A silence fell upon you as she heaved a sigh.

“Let’s go downstairs, I’m starving!” she said and pressed a kiss on your cheek, then walked out of the room while you stood there, frozen.

Through the shock, your mind was slowly putting the pieces together.

When your father had threatened Spencer and you unleashed hell on him, that look in his eyes wasn’t just intimidation. It was a familiar fear because he had seen your mother in you, that was why he was shocked that much.

Contrary to everything he had said, you weren’t really his daughter.

You were your mother’s.

                                                     ***

You didn’t feel bad. In fact, you didn’t feel a damn thing about Lincoln’s death to be honest, this dinner with Spencer’s friends was of higher importance than that monster who had tormented you for months.

Prey dies, predator moves on, your father would say.

Or as your mother had said, as long as your family survived…

“Are you okay?” Spencer asked as he pulled over in front of a mansion that he had said belonged to Rossi, and you turned your head.

“Yeah,” you said, “Yeah, I’m just thinking.”

“About Lincoln?”

“Yeah,” you said, “It’s just that… I think I now understand that everyone has some red lines, right? Maybe I’m not that different than the rest. The rest just doesn’t really think about it, that’s all.”

Spencer tilted his head, “So in other words, I was right?”

“I didn’t say that,” you pointed at him as he grabbed the wine bottle and got out of the car with you, “Speaking of death, my mom and Nolan’s wedding will have one hundred guests.”

“Okay?”

“And they will make me plan it and I’ll die.”

“You won’t die.”

“My mom has the fury of ten brides combined,” you grumbled as you both walked to the mansion, “On a good day, if I may add.”

“You’re exaggerating.”

“I wish I were. Once I showed up to brunch wearing a silver ring,” you said, “She gave me a speech for a whole hour. An hour, Spencer!”

He let out a laugh and rang the doorbell as you shifted your weight, insecurity hitting you out of nowhere.

“Your whole team, you said?”

“And their spouses.”

“So no pressure at all,” you said, making him smile.

“You already know most of them.”

“Yeah but it’s different.”

“How is it different?”

“Well it’s—“ you started, but then the door opened and Garcia squealed at the sight of you two.

“Finally!” she hugged you carefully and then pulled you both into the mansion, “We were wondering where you two were!”

“Can we eat now that they’re here?” Luke called out and Garcia shook her head.

“Unbelievable, honestly,” she said as you followed her to the living room. Everyone was already there, and you greeted them, then Garcia introduced you to Matt’s wife and JJ’s husband before leading you to the kitchen where Rossi was cooking.

You hadn’t really had chance to talk to him a lot during the case, but you guessed it was a good sign that he had allowed Spencer to bring you there, considering everyone in there was either in the team or their spouses.

“Hi,” you smiled at him while Garcia and Luke bickered about food, and the man who was talking to a woman by the corner of the kitchen looked up, then both of them approached you.

“Pretty boy!” he greeted Spencer and Spencer hugged him.

“Hi Derek,” he said with a huge smile, “Savannah.”

“And this must be the girl you kept calling me to get some advice about,” he said and offered his hand, “Derek Morgan.”

“Oh I heard so much about you!” you said as you shook his hand, “Nice to meet you.”

“Not as much as I heard about you,” he said, “This is my wife, Savannah.”

“Hi,” you shook hands with her as well and Derek grinned.

“So now that you’re here, has he ever told you that he once called me at one in the morning to talk about you?”

You let out a laugh, looking up at Spencer who was rubbing the back of his neck, averting his gaze.

“Aw, that’s so cute,” you said, “What did he say?”

“Don’t.” Spencer shook his head fervently and Savannah raised her brows, then turned to Derek.

“Mmm, does this mean we can’t talk about the time he called me to help him decide which magnet looked better?”

Your jaw dropped, “Wait, what?”

“I suffered for two hours, you guys can’t whine about that!” Luke called out, “I was there with him in that damn shop!”

“I’m begging everyone in this kitchen to tell me more embarrassing stories.”

“Oh how about that time—“ Derek started but Spencer cleared his throat.

“Rossi, we brought wine!” he said loudly as he put the wine on the counter and Rossi tilted his head.

“I’m guessing the lady picked that,” he said and you smiled.

“Spencer mentioned you were making carbonara,” you said, “I um- I visited this small city in Italy couple of years back, and the cook there swore by this.”

Rossi stared at you and Derek let out a laugh,

“Yeah, you won him over just like that.”

“Where was it?”

“Parma.”

Rossi put the towel over his shoulder on the counter, “Please tell me you have tried torta fritta.”

“Are you kidding? I basically lived on that for the whole weekend!” you said and Rossi’s jaw dropped, “Seriously, I ate it for breakfast, and then for lunch with—“

“Rich people,” Luke shook his head as he reached out to get the wine bottle from the counter “But now I want to try it out.”

“Have you learned how to cook carbonara while you were there?” Rossi asked and you shook your head.

“Nah I don’t… I can’t cook. I know how to buy stuff but I don’t know anything about food aside from that.”

Luke frowned, “Your parents never taught you?”

“Not really. My mom taught me how to walk in heels and my dad taught me how to stab someone in the jugular.”

A silence fell upon the kitchen and you shifted your weight.

“Wrong crowd,” you murmured and Spencer pulled you closer to him while Luke shook his head.

“No, now we know that you were raised by wolves.”

“Newbie!” Garcia hissed, making him grin.

“This is why you’re no longer allowed to drive my car, Luke,” you said as Spencer rested his chin on top of your head, “No croissants for you either.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” he shot back and Rossi clapped his hands together.

“Dinner is ready, everyone to the living room, come on.”

“Um- Derek, can I talk to you for a moment? And Luke?” Spencer asked and you looked up at him.

“If this is about embarrassing stories, I’m so going to find out.”

“Oh we can tell you,” Savannah motioned between her and Garcia and you grinned.

“Victory.”

“I’ll be right there,” Spencer said and you nodded, then walked to the living room with Rossi, Savannah and Garcia. You took your seat beside Garcia, and JJ frowned.

“Where’s Spencer?”

“Talking to Derek and Luke in the kitchen,” you said while Rossi put generous amounts of pasta in everyone’s plates, and Garcia squeezed your hand.

“I’m so glad you’re okay and here with us now,” she said, “We all are.”

You couldn’t help but smile at that, “Thank you,” you said, “It…it means a lot.”

“So, do you want to hear an embarrassing story?” Savannah asked and JJ turned to look at you two.

“We’re exchanging embarrassing stories?”

“About Spencer’s romantic side.”

JJ let out a laugh, “Oh I have a lot of them, if you’re interested.”

“I’m very interested,” you said and Savannah cleared her throat.

“So do I start with the one when he called Derek right before this…ball you were attending? Apparently he panicked because you looked too good and he didn’t know how to talk to you.”

Your jaw dropped, “You’re not serious.”

“He told me to fix his phone while you weren’t texting him, because he thought his phone was broken.” Garcia tipped her glass towards you as if toasting.

“Oh my God.”

“He walked into my desk when Luke was telling Tara about you.” JJ added and you let out a laugh.

“Am I dreaming?” you asked, “I’m begging you, please give me more stories like these, I thought I was the one who was a mess in the beginning.”

“Not at all, you should’ve seen the texts he sent me.”

That reminded you to check your phone, but then you remembered you had left it in the kitchen and you nibbled on your lip before pushing your chair back.

“Excuse me,” you said and approached the kitchen, the voices reaching you now.

“I just…” Spencer heaved a sigh, “I don’t think you understand.”

“I don’t?” Derek asked, “Spencer, you do realize that I went through the same thing, right?”

“I mean I didn’t,” Luke said, “But I still don’t think it’s that difficult, man.”

“See? He doesn’t understand the stress it puts you under, not me.” Derek said and Luke scoffed.

“You guys faced serial killers, that’s what scares you off?”

Ah. They were talking about changing jobs.

Of course Spencer was stressed about it. Derek had already left the BAU and Luke didn’t, and he wanted to get their opinion.

You knocked on the doorframe and cleared your throat before stepping inside.

“Sorry, I left my purse here,” you grabbed it off the counter and Spencer ran his hand through his hair.

“Oh it’s- it’s okay, we were done.”

“I’m starving.” Luke commented and Derek grinned, and both of them walked out of the kitchen, leaving you and Spencer there. He stared at you like he was almost hesitant and you tilted your head.

“Is everything okay?” you asked, and he cleared his throat.

“Yeah. Everything’s fine.”

“Are you sure?” you stepped closer to him, “Because you know…changing jobs and all, it might be a little stressful.”

“What?” he asked as if he didn’t understand what you were talking about, then it dawned on him, “Ah no. No, I’m not stressed about that.”

“Then something else?” you asked, “Spencer, you can tell me anything, you know that right?”

He squeezed your hand and pulled you closer to wrap his arms around you, “Yeah, I know.”

“But you won’t,” you said with a smile, reaching out to smooth the lines of worry between his brows and he let out a breath.

“I will,” he said, “It’s just that um… not right now?”

“Okay. That’s alright, whenever you’re ready.”

He nodded, then pressed his lips on top of your head.

“I love you,” he mumbled into your hair and you ran your hand up and down over his arm, then pulled back,

“I love carbonara,” you said, making him laugh. “Come on, dinner is getting cold.”

                                                    ***

By the time you got home, it was already night time. You kicked off your heels and made your way to Spencer’s bedroom to change into an oversized shirt, then whined to yourself when you realized you still had make up on.

Well. That could wait until you checked your email.

Apparently, Kenzie had sent you a list of her colleagues that worked as assistants and you really needed to replace Erica with someone hopefully less tendencies to want you dead. You had left your laptop in the living room so you stretched out and made your way to the living room.

“I wish Kenzie could just decide on someone instead of me,” you said as Spencer took a deep breath, looking for something in his bag “It would make it so much easier. What are you looking for? Maybe I saw it around.”

Spencer looked over his shoulder, the look in his eyes softening almost immediately and a smile pulled at his lips.

“What?” you asked, and he held out his hand.

“Come here,” he said and you took his hand before you let him pull you closer.

“What’s happening, professor?” you giggled as he pushed your hair behind your ear.

“You’re so beautiful.”

“I know, it’s the eyeliner.”

“It really isn’t,” he said and a fire crept under your cheeks, making you scrunch up your nose.

“It’s the oxytocin,” you corrected yourself, making him laugh before he licked his lips and grabbed something from his bag.

“I..I got you something,” he handed you something that looked either like a notebook or a book wrapped in giftwrap and you gasped, snatching it out of his hand.

“Thank you! Can I open it now?”

“Yeah,” he sounded breathless for some reason as he stepped back and you turned around, carefully unwrapping it.

Paradise by Dante.

“Spencer…”

“It’s um- it’s a special edition,” he said from behind you, “You should check out the preface.”

You nodded fervently and opened the cover to see this preface, but Spencer’s handwriting caught your attention, and it took you a second to actually acknowledge what he had written on the page.

Will you marry me?

Your breath got caught in your throat and your heart started pacing in your chest, making you stare at the page for a couple of second with your jaw hanging before you looked over your shoulder, then turned around to see him on one knee, holding the tiny box which had the most gorgeous ring you had ever seen in it.

“Oh my God…” you heard yourself breathe out, tears already filling your eyes, “Yes!”

An almost giddy laughter escaped from his lips, “Can I- can I ask first?”

“Yeah! Yeah, I just— Spencer, how did you afford that ring? Not that it—just let me know if you robbed a bank. I feel like that’s something I might need to know.”

Spencer pulled his brows together, “For a person who specializes in weddings, you’re terrible at this part.”

“Because this part isn’t my specialty- just ask me so that I can say yes.”

He smiled as if he was hypnotized, then nodded.

“I um…” he cleared his throat, “I asked your family first because I know how much it means to you to have their blessing even if you pretend like it doesn’t matter,” he said, “And um- they all gave their blessing. Mina sat me down and threatened me for a full hour before that, but she did in the end.”

Jesus Christ, how had no one told you anything? Not even an implication?

“When we first met,” he said, “That morning, I didn’t… I don’t know what I expected, but not you. It was supposed to be just a case, up until that point it was like any other and then you showed up in that hallway and for a second, just for a second, everything got silent in my head. I wasn’t…I’m not very used to that.”

You bit at your lip, holding your breath.

“And then, when I saw you again you told me something about Dante and Beatrice. You said, he sees her as his savior, his light, his eternal love. Even if they weren’t together. It didn’t make sense before, I’d read Dante multiple times but I didn’t exactly understand the depth of love you could….feel for someone that changes you completely,” he smiled at you sweetly, “I do now.”

You could only stare at him,

“So…” he took a deep breath, “The lady who imparadises my mind. Will you marry me?”

You let out a teary laugh and nodded fervently, tears rolling down your cheeks.

“Yes,” you managed to say through a sob and he grinned, then stood up to put the ring on your finger, pulling you into a deep kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck, standing on your tiptoes.

“I love you so much,” you sniffled, wiping at your eyes, “God, you’re….this is perfect.”

His smiled widened and you pecked him on the lips again before hugging him tight and you buried your face into his chest, inhaling his scent.

You had been wrong earlier.

You would get to have your own fairytale ending after all. 

Epilogue