#date night interrupted by the Knight

[robot-carl]

Can’t two partners in crime have ONE night out without the bat? 🦇

[a-twistedheartslonging]

Dating Lilia, Sebek, or Silver means that you, in a way, also belong to Malleus like they do, what does this mean? A needy platonically jelly dragon will interrupt and join in on your cuddles and these guys likely wouldn't mind all that much.

Lilia only minds when he's trying to get his diddle on with you, kind of makes me think of a little kid coming into his parent's room at night and interrupting fun time cuz they had a nightmare and want to sleep with their parents now.

Malleus does that but it's more cuz he was getting a case of the lonelies.

You know Silver has totally snuggled with him and took naps on him as a kid, he doesn't see the situation as odd even though they're older now and prob only stopped cuz of the whole knight and lord thing.

But now there shall be cuddles and sleepovers with Mal and his two humans.

Sebek is screaming.

[kazuko-stuff]

Unexpected Conversations

Reader is Bruce Wayne’s daughter

Relationship: mentioned! Established Wayne! Reader x Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne x daughter reader, Damian Wayne x sister reader, Wayne reader talking with Ra Al Ghul

Summary: based on my written prompt on which Wayne reader gets kidnap by League of Assassins but gets a conversation of life with Ra Al Ghul

You didn’t know how you got into this situation. You and Dick were just having a nice night together in your shared apartment only to get attacked by minions of the League of Assassins. Dick managed to get rid of them but only to kidnap you while he fought back. Now you are being taken by Talia, your younger half brother’s biological mother. You stay quiet for the whole time, knowing Talia isn’t someone you should mess with. At least they weren't tied up but you were still intimidated by her presence. Despite being Batman’s daughter, your father was quite an overprotective father and you could only help out at the cave, since he wanted you to have a normal childhood and you knew you weren’t the vigilante type.

“You're quite the quiet type” Talia’s strong voice suddenly spoke up as you were in your thoughts.

“Umm, I… well you did kidnap me all of the sudden and I know you kidnapped me to lure my father and Damian, isn’t that right” you answered the woman in front of you, not knowing what to say.

“ I guess the apple didn’t fall too far from the tree” she muttered to herself quietly but you pick it up anyway.

“Are you saying that you initially thought I don’t have anything related to my father except my hair color” you said out loud to her.

“Well your stubborn and smart, I have to admit that”

You then wondered if Talia just complimented you in her own way, seeing the similarities with Damian and his mother, as you remember all the times you bonded with him when he was adjusting his time at the manor as well as getting use to doing normal activities kids in his age usually do, including interrupting date nights with Dick. Speaking of Dick, you hope he would survive your father’s wrath and Damian as well.

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(Dick’s POV)

“Tell me that again” ordered the Bat as he glared at his former protege while Damian was sharpening his katana while Alfred almost fainted at the shock of the lady being kidnapped. Nightwing, in all things that terrifies himself when it comes to Bruce Wayne or the Batman, it always has to do with him being in a relationship with his daughter. When the first time he told him how he found out, he purposely sent him to secret missions as a test before that meeting to see if he is worthy of protecting his daughter. He remembers how he purposely intimidated her ex-boyfriend in high school and the time when he had to have the “talk”.

However, this is worse. He not only failed to protect his girlfriend but ended up getting kidnapped by one of Batman’s greatest foes, Ra Al Ghul. He knows it’s Bruce getting understandably scared for his daughter’s safety but he also knows that he will receive his wrath for letting her get in danger.

“Grayson” as Damian stands up after finding sharpening his katana. “I expect you are going to face punishment for failing to protect my sister” he glares at him. “ When we have our daily training next time, I won’t hold back”.

Dick knew this was going to happen. Ever since the little bat came to live at the manor, he grew attached to you since she was the only one who welcomed him with open arms despite the circumstances. However overtime, he decided to purposely get in between in his intimate moments with her, much to his chagrin. You often scold him like a child who stole cookies from the jar, whenever he tries to reprimand Damian for spoiling his dates with you.

“Get ready” as Batman suddenly spoke up as Nightwing and Robin looked at him. “ I guess mother is nice enough to let us know where sister is located at” as he looks at the message being sent to them. “Well it’s the knight’s job to save the princess from the villain” as nightwing looked at the coordinates.

“Tt, you as the knight in shining armor,like in those video games and stories in children’s books. Please, you must be joking, maybe the wandering traveler if anything” he bluntly puts in after seeing Dick’s expression of being a knight of saving his princess.

“Hey, it’s not stupid and besides, when we were kids we often played princess, where I was the knight in shining armor, y/n as the princess that needs to be saved from the monster, with Bruce being the dragon.” He snaps at the little bird as Damian was shocked that his own father was interested in this type of activity.

“Well let’s just get going. Who knows what your grandfather and mother are doing to her. She must be scared of being alone” as Dick frets over the failure of not protecting the woman he loves. “Don’t worry, I am sure that Miss y/n would make it out alright, she is stubborn as her father, so I know her strength will help her persevere” as Alfred gets the bat plane ready.

“ I am willing to fight against my mother if she does anything to my sister” as Damian enters the bat plane.

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(Reader POV)

As you got to where Talia wants you, you were surprised that instead of a prison, it was a nice room. Knowing you were taken by the League of Assassins, your best bet was that you were taken to a prison, knowing what they were capable of. But why did you get a guest room if anything?

“ I wasn’t expecting this type of hospitality” as you break the silence after seeing the place.

“ Well knowing the possibility of Gotham's princess being kidnapped may be public, the least I could do is not make it not too extreme. Also you aren’t much of a threat, so there’s that” as Talia responds to you.

“Yeah that type of news is not appealing, but you are aware that my father, Damian and Nightwing are coming, right?

“Yes I’m aware, I even sent them the message of your location here” as Talia looks at you.

“You could have even tie me up or sent me to the dungeons just like the other people you have targeted as well as giving them a threat but you didn’t” as you wondered out loud at Talia

“ Well it’s true we wanted to draw Batman and Damian out but Ra Al Ghul did want to talk to you specifically since he wanted to know the other child of your father” as Talia sits in the chair.

“ I am afraid I don’t have much to offer. Other than being the child of the man you called as your “beloved”. I don’t have any martial art skills nor am not trained as a vigilante. If anything I am just the daughter of Bruce Wayne and Former Lady of the house, nothing more, nothing less.” You admit to Talia at wondering what Ra Al Ghul wanted with you.

“I think that is where you are wrong. You managed to question me and my objectives. You are a strong willed person. You accepted my son, despite the circumstances.” As she looks at you “For that, I must thank you” as she gives a small smile.

You look at her gently, knowing that deep down, she truly loves and cares for her son. “ He still cares for you, Miss Talia, even if he has to fight against you” as you offer a smile.

The woman didn’t say anything else as she turned to walk out but unbeknownst to you, a smile graced her face, when she heard those words.

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You then waited, getting ready for whatever Ra Al Ghul wanted to talk to you about, as well as waiting for your father, brother and Nightwing to get here.

Then Ra Al Ghul appears in the room you are in. You then stand up straight sitting getting ready for what questions he will ask. He then sits on the chair across from you. You gulped to yourself internally, fearing what could happen but you know it’s better to stay silent since you don't know what plans he has in store.

“ So you're the young Miss y/n Wayne ?” as Ra Al Ghul spoke up. “Yes I am, y/n Wayne ''you answered his question. “ You must Ra’s Al Ghul, also known as the head of the League of Assassins and the Head of the Demon, am I right.”

“Quite a brazen young lady yourself” Ra Al Ghul chuckles as he is amused that you managed to answer his question without hesitation and are aware who you are speaking too without fear showing.

“You must know why you are here” getting back on topic as Ra Al Ghul prepares some tea.

“From what I heard from your daughter, is that you just want to talk to me since you are aware that I am my father’s blood daughter. Which I question, why do you seek me, other than being Batman’s daughter, since I don’t have any skill or power that you probably want” you asked as you see him prepare a cup of tea for you.

“I just simply want to get to know you, the world of Bruce Wayne lives, when Batman isn’t present” as he prepares himself a cup of tea.

“ Well as you know, he is the CEO of Wayne Enterprise in the daytime…” you start off tentatively, not knowing where to start off.

“ I am aware of that, my dear. I mean he does other than mundane business” Ra Al Ghul cuts off.

“ If anything, he's my dad. He does normal things that fathers do with their children. Make sure they live a happy life full of love. Sure there are some times I don’t agree with him as Batman, but as always, I told him, even before going to work, to be safe and take good care of himself.” You answered instantly because you know your dad is a good man and his desire to protect Gotham comes from wanting a bright future for the people who lived in Gotham. Even when you had a bit of a sheltered life, you knew the world has its dangers simply due to the people in it. You understand you can only help your father, brother and Dick at the cave for patrol but at least you are helping them in your own way. While it was because your father is just being overprotective, you knew that that type of lifestyle isn’t meant for you. The only thing that matters to you is your family’s coming home alive and the people they protect.

“What is it like for him as your father?” Ra Al Ghul inquired

“ He does normal things like any father does with their children. Spend time with their children, doing tea parties, reading bedtime stories and tuck you in bed, play princess with him as the dragon while the knight fights him” you mentioned a few things you and your dad did, as you remembered a time when you did his makeup for your princess tea party at age five.

“But my grandson didn’t do this father's children activities, why is that” he questions again after hearing the things you did with your father when you’re young.

“ Well for starters, he was raised in an environment where he couldn’t do those activities. You and Ms.Talia raised him to be the heir of the league of assassins. Instead of him playing, he spent most of the time with his intense training. With that type of environment, he didn’t know how to communicate without force nor interact with other kids in his age group when he was new to the manor. When he was forced to live at the manor, he was upset because he was away from a place he only knew as home. My father had to have a chance to know him and granted, it’s only Batman who is with him most of the time not Bruce Wayne, or that’s what Damian might have thought for the first few months. While I can say, Talia does love and care for Damian, she didn’t give him a room to be vulnerable with his feelings. With the initial hostility between him and my father along with Nightwing, I only saw him as a boy who needed acceptance and to show him what it is like to have what you called a mundane life. That’s why I always plan family time with my father and Damian, so they could have a sense of normalcy of a family.” You explained as you wondered what is wrong with having a regular life.

“ Aren’t Bruce Wayne and Batman the same person, what do you mean him being Batman to my grandson but not Bruce Wayne ” he wonders out loud to you

“ Even if he isn’t we’re his suit, his Batman attitude still comes up when Damian is going against his orders. As Batman, well you already know his temperament so I won’t explain that part. He scolds Damian, because he isn’t doing the rules of the Bat and Damian feels attacked because his feelings are hurt. I know Damian is doing the right thing but in ways my father won’t agree with. After all, my father isn’t good when it comes to communication, so that’s what causes the initial issues” You offer an explanation to the man in front of you, tactfully while looking at the tea cup on the table. You remember when Dick first came to the mansion something similar happened. He ran away from the manor to find Tony Zucco or when he and your father had a huge argument due to a patrol incident that led him to be more independent as a vigilante.

“ But I have one question” as you look at him directly. “Go on”

“ If you are interested in my father and daughter bond, since you seem to wonder why Bruce Wayne or Batman would do this, shouldn’t you be aware of this already? You have a daughter, didn’t you at least spend time with her ?” You questioned as you noticed that Talia’s parenting must be due to how her father raised her as part of the League of Assassins.

You notice he didn’t answer your question. “ I’ll take your silence as a no. Yes, you did cherish her but you didn’t bond with her as much. For all the long life you always had pride in, you didn’t use it to spend time with your loved ones. I know your goal is to build your version of a perfect world, but it only would create more damage. The perfect world doesn’t exist, since we’re only human. Good intentions could also cause huge problems as well. This may be an imperfect world but I know there is still beauty in this world.” As you answered your own question, knowing his goals of his utopia was with good intentions but seeing the consequences was the result of his worldview getting jaded overtime as well as the Lazarus pit side effects.

“But what about the corruption in the world? Due to that, the world has been tainted. Gotham is known for the crime and the corruption in it. How do you still see the world as beautiful” He challenged you.

“I have already acknowledged the world may have its ugly sides but I have people who taught me to never give up and they have always guided me and in turn show me all the beauty of the world. We all have ugly sides we want to hide but it’s better to accept it in order to be a better person. To improve the world, start with yourself, only then changes will happen. It may be small but it’s something” You answered his question.

You suddenly heard swords clattering. You knew your father, Damian and Dick came to get you out of here. “ You always criticized humanity for being a plague for their corruption but you also did the same things for the sake of power and control. What makes you any different from them ?”

Batman, Robin and Nightwing to the room you were in.

“Let her go” demanded Batman as he got ready to throw one of his batarangs. Robin with his katana and Nightiwng with his escrima sticks as they get into a fighting stance.

“ Fine I’ll let her go, after all she gave me a good conversation I hadn’t had for years” he admits as he stands up while you look at the whole situation, thinking a fight would happen.

“ You're letting us go that easy, what did you do to my daughter?” Batman growls at the DemonHead.

“To be honest I just simply chat with her. Quite a smart woman I say so myself” he admits as you go stand up to reunite with your family.

“I let you go off easily since this young lady here isn’t much of a threat” As Ra Al Ghul simply walks into the corridor.

“Sister, what did he do to you?” Damian asks in concern for you.

“To be honest, I don't know. All we did was just talk. He gave me tea although I didn’t drink it.” You admit since you just had a long talk with one of your dad’s greatest foes and managed to be alive as well.

“This isn’t the rescue I was imagining in my head” Nightwing admits while shaking his head.

“It’s alright, I am okay, mentally well and you guys are here. That's all that matters” you said as you pecked Nightwing's lips.

As you return home with your family in the Batplane, you relay the events that happen with your talk with Ra Al Ghul. He is just a human just like you who happens to have powers from the Lazarus Pit. He has his ideology and philosophy based on his experience but it is also flawed simply because just like everyone, he is human. However, some part of you hopes he could realize there is more to life than achieving one’s goal, something you have to remind your father now and then, because life is fleeting. Not only for the future but to be in the moment with your loved ones.

[selyeji]

so american

jude bellingham x reader

summary : a date around the streets of madrid with jude (based on “so american” by olivia rodrigo)

warnings : none

the wind brushes your face as you rolled down the car window. jude drives the car around the streets of madrid, the sunset radiates throughout the entire city glowing your face while your hair plays with the wind.

the sky slowly transforming from a orange pink shade to purple, inviting the night to take over. “hey wait… stop this damn car, there’s a new ice cream shop open!” you yelled through the music blasted in the vehicle. jude laughs as he slows down, parking right by the sidewalk. before you could open the door he interrupts you, grabbing your hand before touching the handle. “nuh uh, wait there.” he said, quickly getting out of his seat. running to the other side of the car to open your door.

“what was that for?” you smile at his antics. “i can’t tire out my beautiful partner.” he said proudly. “well thank you my knight in shining armor.” you chuckle at him, booping his nose. “anytime my darling.” jude said, kissing your cheek as you two walk into the store.

you look down to the available flavors as you hug onto judes arm. “i’ll have a vanilla in a cone please.” you said to the cashier. “make that two.” jude said right after. “since when did you like vanilla?” you asked, raising a brow. “ever since you came into my life. ” he said, smirking. “you’re so corny.” a faint blush spread to your cheeks.

you two walk down the streets, licking your ice cream. until you spotted a open bookstore, displaying books outside. although most were second hand, it was still in good condition. you started looking through the books, finding certain authors until jude disturbed you. you looked up, seeing him have a book open.

“and if the devil was to ever see you, he’d kiss your eyes and repent.” he read out loud, looking up to meet your eyes. “what?” “the poem reminded me of you, your beauty.” jude said smiling. you blush heavily, covering your face with the book on your hands as jude chuckles. he softly moves your hand to the side, sliding the book away as he peppers your face with kisses.

“heyy you messed up my shirt..” you whined, a vanilla ice cream drop stained your shirt. jude laughs at your pouting face as you walk out the bookstore, finishing your icecream. the night already has taken over the sky, the moon inviting itself.

streetlights start to turn on, continuing your walk around. enjoying your time as the night life starts, tipping some street musicians, admiring flowers and street art on the way to the car. still holding on to judes forearm. the drive to his house was quiet, resting from the tiring hours before.

once you arrived, you open the door, jude throwing the car keys to a nearby table. “take your dirty shoes off… american behavior..” jude side eyed you before you rolled your eyes. taking it off and placing it onto a rack. opening the door to his bedroom, jude grabbed his spared clothes handing it over to you as you quietly said thanks. you went into the bathroom, changing into his shirt and shorts before doing your skincare routine. you finish up, getting out to see jude waiting for you on the bed.

“hurry upp..” he kept complaining, his voice muffled by the pillow. you giggled, crashing yourself onto the bed. judes arm immediately wrap around your waist, nuzzling his head on your neck. “you look so good in my clothes…” he said softly. “thank you baby.” you quietly respond, you couldn’t sleep when your mind was filled with jude. he notices right away, asking whats in your mind.

“you think we’ll share our future together, married?” you ask blushing, embarrassed with the your question. “i don’t ‘think’ babe, im so sure of it. one day, once the universe fits the right time, i’ll go down on one knee and ask for you.” he mumbled. his eyes meet yours through the darkness.

“i would say yes any day.” you say, smiling. before his lips meet yours once again. resting your head on his chest, hearing his heartbeat to sync with yours. slowly drifting off to sleep.

daily click to help palestine

a/n : the poem part was quoted from farouq jwaydeh🫡🫡,, this was a bit short my bad…

[woso-dreamzzz]

Romantic Masterlist

_ - Smut

Alexia Putellas x Reader

Pet Problems -> Social Media

Pet Problems II -> Your cat gets pregnant (It's all Mapi's fault)

Pet Problems III -> Meeting the kittens is very stressful

Pet Problems IV -> The first two kittens go off to a new home

Pet Problems V -> It's adoption day for the last of the kittens

Shot Through The Heart -> Social Media

Shot Through The Heart II -> The story of your love

Shot Through The Heart III -> You're pregnant

Shot Through The Heart IV -> Your last final

Second Time's The Charm -> You and your kind of ex-wife

Second Time's The Charm II -> You, your kind of ex-wife and a baby

Second Time's The Charm III -> You spoil your wife

Second Time's The Charm IV -> Alexia gets her puppies

Second Time's The Charm V -> You feel terrible

Second Time's The Charm VI _ -> You take control

Second Time's The Charm VII -> A look back when you were still 'divorced'

Second Time's The Charm VIII -> You have your baby

Second Time's The Charm IX -> Your co-workers meet your wife

Second Time's The Charm X -> Your wife has always been frowny

Run, Run, Run -> You have to run

Leah Williamson x Reader

Nothing But Net -> Social Media

Nothing But Net II -> You've got one of the biggest games of your life and your girlfriend comes to support you

Holiday -> Social Media

Strictly Come Dancing -> The final of Strictly Come Dancing

Sorry -> The aftermath of the World Cup

Alessia Russo x Reader

Muse -> Social Media

Muse II -> You attend one of Alessia's matches

Champion -> You're riding a high and make sure to keep it going

Grace Clinton x Reader

Race -> Racing at its finest

Lena Oberdorf x Reader

Enemies -> Out on the pitch, you're enemies

Laura Feiersinger x Reader

Tea -> You're part of her routine

Kyra Cooney-Cross x Reader

Accident -> It wasn't planned

Accident II -> Lunch with your sister

Charli Grant x Reader

Reunion -> Your girlfriend moves to Spurs

Courtney Nevin x Reader

Movie Night -> You see your girlfriend

Chloe Logarzo x Reader

Birds -> Your girlfriend comes to your place

Mary Fowler x Reader

Date -> You're a bit of a wallflower

Date II -> Social Media

Ellie Carpenter x Reader

Hangover -> A holiday with your teammates

Katie McCabe x Reader

Carded -> The comeback of McCard

Power -> You and Katie both know who really holds the power

Power II -> You put Katie in her place

Knight -> You yell at your sister

Ona Batlle x Reader

Home -> Social Media

Patri Guijarro x Reader

The King -> Patri thinks you're the king of Barcelona

Aitana Bonmatí x Reader

Ma'am -> You steal your father's plane

Ma'am II -> The plane ride

Ma'am III -> The aftermath of your elopement

Ma'am IV -> There's a lot of security

Ma'am V -> You want your wife happy

Shy -> You still get shy around your girlfriend

Questions -> You vs Carla the social media manager

Jana Fernández x Reader

Hi Barbie -> You're Barbie and Jana's just Ken

Hi Barbie II -> Bruna interrupts

Bruna Vilamala x Reader

Escape -> You need an escape plan

Escape II -> Your sister meets your girlfriend

Escape III -> You visit Barcelona

Fridolina Rolfö x Reader

Mornings -> Early mornings with Frido

Mapi Leon x Ingrid Engen x Reader

Flirts -> Your cousin's two friends are definitely flirting with you

Flirts II _ -> Mapi and Ingrid take you home

Flirts III -> You have doubts

Flirts IV -> You hate to go

Loud -> You and Mapi have always been loud

Jessie Fleming x Reader

Oops -> It was an accident

Janine Beckie x Reader

Brewing with Beckie -> You go on the podcast

Chloe Kelly x Reader

Flowers -> It's a tradition

Lauren Hemp x Reader

Master Builder -> You work at Legoland

Laura Coombs x Reader

Cookies -> You bake a bit too much

Cookies II -> Social Media

Cookies III -> Laura comes home to something she doesn't like

Deyna Castellanos x Reader

Uni Love -> Social Media

Uni Love II -> You'll follow Deyna anywhere

Amanda Ilestedt x Reader

Pictures -> Your girlfriend visits you in London

Laia Codina x Reader

Treat You Better -> Laia thinks you're in a relationship with your best friend

Treat You Better II -> Social media

Treat You Better III -> You visit Spain

Treat You Better IV -> The Conti Cup

Treat You Better V -> Sometimes, Laia can't understand you

Andrea Medina x Reader

My Wife -> You've known Andrea for a very long time

Vicky Losada x Reader

Anger -> Your phone kept ringing

Anger II -> Social Media

Anger III -> It was meant to be a quiet night

Leila Ouahabi x Reader

Tesco -> How Leila got the bruise on her cheek

Laia Aleixandri x Reader

If Music Be The Food Of Love -> Leila can't quite believe that Laia's bringing her to see the orchestra

If Music Be The Food Of Love II -> Social Media

[bee-the-loser-recs]

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[koiiiji]

navigation with my random thoughts

WINDBREAKER MASTERLIST

multiplate characters

1) tiktoks you do w/ them 2) falling down from bike 3) random headcanons

4) ketchup bottle

jay jo

1) nsfw headcanons | nsfw links | headcanon pt. 2 2) perverted habits 3) wb as parents! (x shelly)

hong yoo bin

1) perverted habits 2) x dom's sister (nsfw) 3) nsfw links 4) their possible love trope 5) x gyaru! reader 6) wb as parents! 7) nightly rituals 8) fantasy AU! 9) tutoring (nsfw) 10) nsfw headcanon

sung kwon

1) perverted habits

dom kang

1) falling asleep 2) nsfw headcanons 3) nsfw links 4) their possible love trope 5) wb as parents!

yoo min u

1) perverted habits 2) wb as parents! (x mia)

shelly scott

1) nsfw headcanons 2) x gyaru! reader

joker | hajun

1) nsfw headcanons 2) nsfw links | links pt. 2 | links pt. 3 3) x hummingbird! reader 4) an interrupted date 5) perverted habits 6) fantasy au!

wooin

1) falling asleep 2) nsfw headcanons 3) nsfw links | links pt. 2 4) possessive wooin 5) x sis! reader (platonic) 5) x broken! reader 6) perverted habits 7) obsessive! wooin w/ unrequited love 8) their possible love trope 9) x vinny's sis! reader (angst) 10) night rides 11) nightly rituals 12) bday gift (nsfw) 13) true or dare 14) doing nails with wooin 15) fantasy au!

kwon hyuk

1) nsfw headcanons 2) perverted habits 3) their possible love trope 4) sabbath x middle east! reader 5) friends to lovers 6) night rides 7) reassurance 8) fantasy au!

monster | deok bong

1) perverted habits 2) wb as parents! 3) computer date

hwangyeon choi

1) nsfw headcanons 2) perverted habits 3) their possible love trope 4) threesome (nsfw)

sangho choi

1) falling asleep 2) perverted habits 3) nsfw links 4) support 5) hyperfixation 6) fantasy au!

juhwan

1) sharks & orcas 2) perverted habits

owen knight

1) jealousy 2) falling asleep 3) nsfw links 4) their possible love trope 5) nsfw headcanon 6) sigma rizz toilet 7) favourite

harry shepherd

1) perverted habits 2) their possible love trope

noah ostin

1) perverted habits

chris d'char

1) tourists 2) fantasy au!

[2kverrr]

MATT TAYLOR - Dating Headcanons

UNTIL DAWN || Matt Taylor x Reader

like every other year, the washington family open up their lodge to their teenagers for the winter. everybody had been waiting for this time of year, booze all week long, no rules, only friends, snowfights, blasting music in the middle of nowhere - to put it shortly, it's haven.

big movie nights on the big projector with hot chocolates and lots and lots of booze

you and matt had been plotting activities since summer, dodgeball in the main living area - come on, it's massive. what else are you meant to do in a room that big?

sledding - even if it meant falling off the edge of a cliff, its all apart of the fun.

matt loved making plans with you, you've never been too sure why, because you're not very punctual, you're an extremely dangerous driver and quite forgetful.

he's an attractive guy, sporty and in shape, really kind; it was a mystery to you why he was still single. it's not like girls actually go for brains anymore - you don't think so anyway.

secretly the group were rooting for the two of you, you oblivious of course, but matt had planned this all out, all fun and games but then you 'accidentally' trip or 'accidentally' fall and in desperate need of a knight in shining armour, then that's where he comes in, heroic and masculine, you are immediately in love with him, you get married, move to fiji and have 4 kids (the first of the bunch HAD to be called matt. jr). it's pretty specific.

it's the day of the winter break we'd all been waiting for, mike had already prepped matt for this big breakthrough. mike slaps his hand onto his face and slowly drags it drown with a grown, "bro, stop being such a pussy - worst she can say is no. no?" the two continue to stroll towards the lodge, slightly unsure where they were headed in the snowy atmosphere. “yeah, i get that,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper, “but what if she laughs at me?” the thought made his stomach twist uneasily, and he shot mike a frantic glance. you knew matt's used to being the object of jealousy, he's much like mike in that sense, he doesn't have to do much to be adored by people. “dude, she’s not some goddess in a tower,” mike said, rolling his eyes. “she's just a girl! think about it. you’ve spent half your life being friends, spilling deepest and darkest secrets, spending the majority of your time together - hell even your distant family have nicknames for him. "god damn it man! you know her better than anyone, so you should be first to know how she'd react.” matt shoved his hands into his pockets, trying to portray an air of confidence he didn’t truly feel. “just be yourself. you’ve got this.” he whispers, spotting you exiting from the ski lift, patting matt on the shoulder and leaving him with you.

the walk up was oddly awkward, in fact the first 3 days were uncomfortable with the curly-headed boy.

of course, that did not stop you from getting black out drunk every night. day drinking faded into beer pong, then faded into shot competitions, then another cheeky drink when you woke up to prevent any hangover.

matt tried his hardest to get you to lay off the drink, but automatically josh would interrupt and tempt you even more.

it had to be past midnight at this rate, ashley fell asleep on the couch with chris, beth gently placing a blanket over the two of them. sam was attempting to defuse a row between mike and emily as hannah observed hopefully, while josh was falling asleep mid-conversation with jess - embarrassing. all while you were basically fighting matt to grab the bottle out of his hands. “give!” you reach out, but just like every other time, matts long arms push at your shoulder to keep your distance. you huff, stumbling back with half closed eyes, “cocksucker. i’ll find something else. hell - i’d eat crack if josh had any.” you remark with flailing arms. you had promised yourself a good time, a good time that didn’t involve battling your best friend for a taste of liquor. "come on, how about we go find the biggest bed for you to sleep in, i'm sure emily won't notice." his eyebrows raise, awaiting your drunken response. your mouth drops in a shocked manor and your eyebrows furrow as though your offended, "wow - matt, nice going." you try to cross your arms but you end up stumbling into the counter, the boy's hands immediately reach out to stabilise you. "it'd take a lot more than that to take me to bed, thank you very much, mr taylor." you scold, trying to inject a sense of indignation into your slurred words. the room felt like it was swaying gently; perhaps it was the alcohol or maybe just your overwhelming desire to keep your balance. you glared at matt, half-heartedly trying to regain your composure, but the corners of your mouth couldn't help but twitch into a smirk.

you couldn't remember much after that, besides the blinding light bursting through the curtains beaming into your eyes, only a single silhouette there to block it.

you're quite used to getting black out drunk, in fact you've got a casual routine, wake up, hole into your head until you stumble towards the cabinet wherever you are, managing to grab some sort of pill. lie in the bath - this is a crucial step. no water besides from when you awkwardly attempt to drink some from the tap. eventually you throw up the pills you'd taken, so you take a few more. at this point you should be okay to get up and carry on with your day.

you tell yourself this is how it’s meant to be; the routine is as much a part of your identity as the lingering pallor in your cheeks. you’ll put on a brave face, mask the chaos with a smile, and carry on with your day, ever-so-slightly hopeful that today might be different.

though you're not so used to going on a three day bender, every drink you consume having at least a drop of some form of alcohol. so your routine didn't exactly apply.

"hey," a voice whispers, slowly placing a cold cloth on your head, “you okay?” it’s light and gentle, a contrast to the erratic thrum inside your skull.

you squint against the light and the silhouette shifts, revealing matt, but this time with a softer expression, worry etched into the corners of his eyes. “you were insane last night,” he says, half-smiling, half-concerned. matt takes a deep breath, the worry still lingering in his eyes, and leans back in his chair, allowing you some space.

“seriously, what were you thinking?” he asks, his tone shifting to something more serious.

“you can’t just push yourself like that, especially when you know you haven’t slept in days.” the warmth of his concern wraps around you, thick and palpable, grounding you even as the room spins slightly.

"shit, " you roll over, while trying to sit yourself up, "i'm really sorry" your hands slowly and deeply massage your face, "can't remember a thing."

matt softly chuckles, placing his hands onto the arm rests, “well, where to begin? you were fighting me for a drink. scolded me for tying to sleep with you, which was the opposite of what i was doing. you searched the house for cigarettes and eventually gave up and tried to uber 3 bricks of coke to the lodge. erm… you threw up in the hot tub, on the counter, on emily, on me and i think a bit of miles show when you threw up on emily for the second time.”

you suppress a groan, sinking back into the chair as matt’s words cascade over you, each one accompanied by an embarrassing flashback that jolts through your mind like electric shocks.

"what?" it was all you could say. frozen and still in your own embarrassment.

“oh! and let’s not forget the part where you tried to convince jessica that she was actually a mystical mermaid forced on earth to enchant her way into human hearts."

you open your mouth to speak but the curly-haired boy continues.

“-not quite done yet, darling. you couldn’t let go of this ‘mermaid theory’, convinced you could see jess’s scales. so you flung your drink at her and then yelled ‘be free, my aquatic queen’ right in her face.”

you wince, burying your head in your hands. “for fuck's sake, please tell me you're lying,” you let out a muffled groan. matt's infectious laughter rings in your ears, despite your mortification and god awful pain you're in.

matt leans forward, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “and after your mermaid debacle, you decided to perform a dramatic interpretation of 'under the Sea' from The Little Mermaid for the whole living room."

you immediately butt in, "liar!" you rarely ever laugh in front of your friends, never mind whatever this is.

"i swear I’ve never seen sam laugh and cry at the same time.” he shakes his head, barely able to contain his amusement as he gestures broadly, “you were flapping your arms like a fish out of water, and the way you-“

you roll your eyes, “enough!” you raise your voice, a slight anger in your tone as your embarrassment begins to ebb. you immediately feel bad for the once giddy boy, "sorry, i don't usually tend to have hangovers this bad…" you say, a hand attempting to tame the pounding in you heard, you put the boy at ease with a smile, "…did i at least have a good audience?"

"an audience of friends who might never look at you the same way again,” he teases, but his smile is warm and understanding. “but hey, that’s what makes us family, right? You do something outrageous, and we love you for it. maybe not jess… or emily. but the rest of us do. i love you.” his words hang in the air, unsure of their stance, good bad? neither of you knew.

“you love me?” you manage to say, half teasing and half genuinely astonished, heart fluttering uncomfortably in your chest.

he briefly fixes his posture, shuffling in his seat, “maybe. even thought you can be a bitch and you have a slight alcohol issue, you’re still lovable.”

you take a moment to take a note of reality, the mess on the floor, presumably caused by you. your hair was unspeakable, makeup smudged, deep and heavy eye bags, one of your lashes hanging off your cheek while your other was probably exploring the outside, it’s definitely… a look.

“even after all this?” you wave down your body and across the room

he leans forward, fiddling with his thumbs, eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that makes your heart race. “that’s exactly it,” he says gently, “you’re unpredictable, messy and unapologetically you, and i think it’s fucking awesome. you’re so… so, so, so real.”

his sincerity makes the room feel smaller, as it the weight of his words could encircle you both in an element of quiet intimacy. you can throw but smile, your heart swelling. “so, what does this mean for us?” you query hopefully.

“maybe it’s the start of something new.”

you made the bold decision to lay off of the drink for your own sake (also because it took you the rest of the week to recover) - instead you’d accompany matt in whatever he was up to.

mike felt a bit disappointed that his pep talk was wasted on a sappy conversation rather than a manly knight in shining armour act.

jess eventually forgave you, insuring you tell her everything about the two of you. emily would occasionally listen in nonchalantly as she clearly hadn’t forgave you for the sick-tuation (get it? i’m so sorry)

matt takes pride in waking you up with a drink or some food, it’s a bit difficult when your only options are out of the washingtons’ sparse cabinets.

you had to make a slight change in your ‘how you got together’ story when meeting his parents, either way they loved you, and thought you were a great reason for matt to take his laser focus off of football.

speaking of football, you’re at every game wearing some old spare shirt he had laying around.

when he first met your parents, god it was something you should’ve prevented. matt sides with your mum’s every word, dishes, staying out too late, waking up too early. honestly everything and anything.

he’s easily the most caring, you’re always on his mind, your wants, your needs, what you’re doing, how you’re doing.

in return you help him study, you’re not much smarter, but with matt, you find fun in the coursework.

[bella-rose29]

Anthony Lockwood x reader master list

Key:

❤️ - happy/fluff

💙 - sad/angst

💛 - platonic ship

💚 - gn!reader

💜 - author's favourite

Late Night, 2.8k words

lockwood x fem!reader Y/n just wants Anthony Lockwood to go to sleep for once; he's starting to look more like a raccoon than a human being. ❤️

Little Kipps miniseries, 5.4k words

part one, part two, part three lockwood x fem!kipps!reader Lockwood had no idea just how lovely somebody related to Quill Kipps could be. ❤️

Idiot, 9.4k words

lockwood x fem!reader (requested by anon): Y/n L/n and Anthony Lockwood were childhood best friends, up until the point she walked out on him after an argument. A few years later, and many cases of Y/n and her Fittes team saving Lockwood and co's asses, can they figure out their differences? ❤️

Puppy, 3.5k words

lockwood x fem!reader (requested by anon): Anthony Lockwood has a girlfriend, but nobody else knows that. Convenient for him when, on a night out after a difficult case, Kipps bets money that Lockwood can't get a kiss out of the pretty bartender who just so happens to be the aforementioned girlfriend. Unfortunately, Lockwood is quite drunk. ❤️💜

Relic (wo)man, 2.7k words

lockwood x fem!relic hunter!reader (requested by @superpositvecloudshipper): what about a relic hunter fem reader x Anthony lockwood where reader fights lockwood over an important relic in doing so he pulls off her hood revealing she's a girl which shocks him she runs off leaving relic with him, few days later she turns up at his door very much injured and he immediately helps her then asks why she came and she tells him she has nowhere else to go (all her family is dead expect her dad who is like the most dangerous relic hunter) ❤️

Hopeless Romantics, 1.7k words

lockwood x fem!reader Lockwood and the reader's relationship through various hopelessly romantic dates ❤️

You Shall Go to the Ball!, 9.8k words

lockwood x fem!reader (requested by anon): Hey, I don't know if you accept requests, but I have one. Reader(she is George's sister) accompanies Lockwood&co to the ball at Fittes and she is jealous when she sees Lockwood talking to the girl (maybe reader enemy or something)most of the time. She decides to interrupt the conversation and introduces herself as his wife, while showing the ring Lucy gave her, explaining what to do. A long chapter please😊 ❤️ and a tiny bit of 💙

Pretty, 3.4k words

lockwood x gn!reader (requested by anon): Saw your post about Lockwood ideas so here's one! Reader and Lockwood have an extremely close call on a case and in the heat of the moment, Lockwood ends up kissing the reader. ❤️💚

‘tis the damn season, 10.4k words

lockwood x fem!reader (requested by anon): can I request a Lockwood x fem reader based on tis the damn season by Taylor swift? Absolutely no happy ending to this one 💙💙💙 and a tiny bit of ❤️, 💜

Bite Me - Vampire au (ongoing series, will be updated when Deck the Halls is complete)

THIS IS GOING TO BE AN 18+ FIC Vampire!Lockwood x fem!vampire!reader link is for the series master list, but currently there is only the prologue up there <3

Deck the Halls (and not your partner) series (completed), 54.3k words

lockwood x fem!reader When a phone call with Y/n's mother goes wrong, she ends up needing to bring someone home to pretend to be her boyfriend for three days in the English countryside. With only a short amount of time before she needs to leave, her only option is her boss Anthony Lockwood. The only problem is, she hates her boss. And he hates her. Christmas will be interesting this year, especially when a snowstorm hits and blocks all transport. ❤️ and a little bit of 💙 later on (but mostly just ❤️), 💜💜💜

Reverse damsel in distress situation (head canons)

prince!lockwood x fem!knight!reader ❤️ part 2 - gn!knight!reader ❤️💚

You can what?!, 2k words

lockwood x cousin!reader, locklyle (requested by anon): Hey! If you’re still taking requests, can I request platonic Lockwood x reader (cousin) who finds out reader can communicate with like, weaker ghosts 💛💚 

Happy New Year, 1.7k words

lockwood x fem!reader I just felt like writing this, but reader and lockwood and co spend New Years together (and a kiss) ❤️

beautiful people, 2.1k words

lockwood x gn!reader requested by anon: hi hi! Can I request Anthony Lockwood x reader fic inspired by the song beautiful people by ed Sheeran? ❤️💚

The Greatest Thing, 4.2k words

lockwood x fem!reader requested by anon: Hi, I love the way you write! I was wondering (if requests are still open) if you could write a Lockwood x reader where reader's mother died when she was little for some reason, and by taking on a case reader and Lockwood find themselves having to fight the ghost of reader's mother ? And maybe even Lockwood calming Reader down after the mission? Feel free to change parts. (btw: sorry if English is terrible, I'm Italian, English is not my native language) ❤️ and a little bit of 💙

paper rings, 10.2k words

lockwood x fem!reader based on the Taylor Swift song, featuring a lot of innuendos and mildly explicit content, but pretty much just pure fluff ❤️ and nothing else really, 💜

college au

domestic sweetness (mini series), (completed) 10.5k

lockwood x fem!reader requested by @oblivious-idiot: HI BELLE MY BELOVED you told me to make a formal request so!! can i request a lockwood x fem!reader - domestic sweetness, cooking for each other, lockwood giving reader his jumper, that kind of thing  feel free to go as wild and fluffy as you like hehe ❤️ 💜

[mrs-lockley]

Reach for the Moon | II. The Falling

PAIRINGS: (Slow Burn, Romantic) Jake Lockley x Southeast Asian Fem!Reader, (Platonic) Steven Grant x Southeast Asian!Fem Reader, (Unrequited) Marc Spector x Southeast Asian Fem!Reader, no use of Y/N, no physical description of the reader but coded to be very feminine

WARNINGS: Unrequited love (Reader is in love with Marc, Marc is oblivious but means well), mentions and discussions of food (cooking and baking), italics in dialogue indicates Reader and her parents speaking a foreign language (unspecified), brief mention of middle school and high school, so much yearning and fluff that you might get a toothache

WORD COUNT: 7.3k

Inspired by the 1954 film & 1995 remake of Sabrina, No Moon Knight AU. 

SERIES MASTERLIST | PART I. THE BREAKING

CHAPTER SUMMARY: The wall begins to crumble, revealing the White Knight waiting on the other side. You soon learn there is more to the man beneath the armor, and see the heart that lies within. 

TAGLIST: @soft-girl-musings, @venting402, @musing-magpie, @writefightandflightclub, @kezibear, @silverklaus, @badbishsblog, @marc-spectorr, @myhohastuff, @grumpyahjumma, @h4untedsp3ctor, @harv3sting

See end for author's notes

THE FALLING

The next couple of weeks were quiet, but eventful as the days grew shorter into the start of autumn. As the leaves changed from green to red and the air grew colder, you found solace in the change of seasons. A new season brought new beginnings, and life had a way of bringing you into unexpected places. 

Since the success of your cousin’s bakery (the Mochi Flower Bakery and Café, as you and your cousin affectionately named it) in Singapore, your family considered expanding the business to New York. You exchanged ideas and recipes over video calls with your cousin, aunt, and uncle as your parents researched possible places to open up shop. It was all new and exciting, and in hindsight, distracted you from the heartache of being left at the market that summer night. There was no better distraction than trying to perfect the recipe for the most delicious lemon ricotta cake. 

Marc texted you a few days later with an apology. He left you a voicemail as well (you were running errands when he called), and as you listened to his apology, you still could not find it in yourself to be upset with him for leaving you. How could you be angry with him when you still harbored an unrequited crush on him almost three years later? 

When he offered to meet with you to make amends, you politely declined with an excuse that you were visiting an old college friend from out of town, but in reality, you did not know if you could face him again. 

After that night, you carefully discarded the daffodils he had given you when he picked you up from the airport. Your heart was numb as you stared at the dried petals in the wastebasket, your eyes puffy and swollen for the next few nights. Could you truly mourn a loss if he was never yours?

You never told your parents or Steven the truth of the date, and you wondered if they knew. If they did, your parents never said anything, but your best friend —ever the perceptive man— seemed to know the truth, even when you tried to hide it from him. 

It was a Sunday night when Steven was with you in the kitchen. While your parents were watching a drama in the living room, you and Steven wore matching aprons as he helped you bake a vegan blueberry cake.

“In the middle of my tour, I was talking about the Egyptian mummification process when one of the girls interrupted me and asked if I knew what it was like to be rejected from the Field of Reeds,” Steven told you as you frosted the cake. “Honestly, middle school girls can be vicious, especially when some of her friends laughed with her.”

You looked over at him, your eyes soft as you placed a gentle hand over his. “Kids can be brutal, but they’re just kids. I was a middle school girl once, and we aren’t all bad. People change.”

Steven smiled softly with a sigh as you finished frosting the cake. You wanted to replicate a vintage cake with different shades of blue and ivory cream, and you hoped that you were not putting too much buttercream. As pretty as vintage cakes looked, you did not like wasting the cream when you knew most people do not eat all of it. You were more accustomed to your desserts being on the lighter side of the sweetness scale, and ever since your return from Singapore, you had a hard time stomaching American pastries.

“You’re right about that love,” Steven agreed. Once you set the piping bag aside, he moved to start decorating the top with blueberries. “They’re just kids, but they’ll change and grow. But I admit, I was feeling a little sassy too.”

You lowered your hands and looked at him, an eyebrow raised. “What did you do?”

“Nothing!” You narrowed your eyes at him, lightly swatting his hand as he sneakily tried to eat a few blueberries. “I just told her that the souls in the duat would try to claim anyone who fell in the sand, and that she better hope that if I was rejected, I wouldn’t be the first one to eat her.”

“Steven Grant!”

Your best friend chuckled as you scolded him, narrowly dodging your wooden spoon. “She was being rather nasty throughout the tour, so I had to give her a reality check.”

You let out a dejected sigh as he grabbed another handful of blueberries from the basket. You did not have the heart to tell him to stop since you already finished decorating the cake.

For as long as you have known Steven, he was quite a character. Smart and quick-witted, he always fired back in the most eloquent manner.

“Okay, maybe she deserved it,” you told him, trying not to roll your eyes as he grinned mischievously beside you. “But I’m not condoning it.”

You moved over to the stove to pour yourself, Steven, and your parents a cup of tea. Throughout your life, your parents always liked a cup of tea with their dessert, and through the years, you got Steven into that habit as well. 

Your best friend hummed quietly as he helped set the cups on the counter, his fingers lightly tracing the small teacup. It was one of your favorite sets, white with a dark blue floral design painted across the ceramic with a matching saucer and golden teaspoon. 

“I don’t think I’ve seen this set before,” Steven mused as you placed the kettle back onto the stove. “When did you get this?”

Heat licked at your cheeks, your heart pounding as you looked down at the cup. The warmth of the tea burned your fingers slightly as you held the teacup in your hands, and if you pulled away, you wondered if the flowers burned onto your skin like a brand that would never heal.

“Marc got it for me for my birthday before I went to Singapore,” you answered quietly, your voice low. “I don’t remember where he got it, but he said he knew someone who knew where to find tea sets.”

A dull ache grew in the depths of your chest as you remembered your last birthday before you left for Singapore. Your parents took you out of town to celebrate the Friday before your birthday, and that weekend, your mother cooked your favorite noodles (“for long life,” she would always say) and your father commissioned one of his coworkers to bake a special cake for you. You celebrated one day with your family, and another with your old childhood and college friends. It was a wonderful sendoff before your departure, but you could not help but feel nostalgic at the memory. 

One day, you lamented to Marc how much you wanted a matching tea set. A few times you traveled with your parents as a teenager to the Lion City where you admired your aunt’s tea sets that she displayed in their china cabinet. You remembered how much your mother pestered your father to buy any matching dinnerware whenever there was a sale at her favorite department store, especially when there were tea sets. While your family did not have much when they immigrated to the United States, your mother would tell you that her parents collected china and other sets as family heirlooms. She wished she could have taken it with her to New York, and you wanted to help her create a collection here. 

A few days before your birthday, Marc dropped by your place with a gift box wrapped beautifully with a navy blue bow on top. Your parents were in the kitchen eavesdropping as you opened the gift on the living room floor with Marc at your side. 

“Marc, it’s beautiful,” you told him. You held the ceramic delicately in your hands, sighing in awe as you turned it over. The dark blue floral design was nostalgic and intricate. “They look just like the ones that my aunt and uncle have back home.”

He smiled gently at you, his arms warm as you hugged him. “I’m glad you liked it. Happy birthday, kid.”

You placed your teacup down on the saucer and sighed. Out of all the tea sets you owned, you rarely used the blue one that Marc had given you. It was your favorite, and as much as your mother wanted to take it down from the china cabinet to use, you always told her that you wanted to save it for special occasions. 

But since that night, you brought it down from the cabinet. Your mother didn’t say anything when she watched you wash the set in the sink, and you wondered if she knew the real reason you brought it down.

He was quiet as he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. “Did Marc hurt you?”

You felt his eyes on you as you rolled the golden teaspoon between your fingers. You did not know if you had the courage to look at him.

Instead of answering, you shook your head. Steven sighed beside you, and you knew he did not believe you.

“Do you want to talk about it?” 

Tears pricked your eyes, and you quickly brushed them away with the back of your hand. 

“There’s nothing to talk about. He still loves her, and I have to move on,” you answered as you turned to him with a weak smile. “I have to grow up and be a big girl now.”

His brown eyes softened, but full of worry as he looked at you. 

“Don’t blame yourself, love,” he comforted you. “He still cares about you.”

You knew that Marc still cared for you as a friend, but deep down, you knew he would never love you the way you loved him. 

“I know,” you whispered. You wiped at your eyes again and sighed, trying to get your mind off it. “Let’s cut the cake and bring the tea in the living room for my parents. They’re too engrossed in their drama to get off the couch.”

He chuckled softly, and you were grateful he did not bring it up again for the rest of the night. For the rest of the evening, you and Steven sat with your parents in the living room drinking tea and eating cake as they explained the romantic drama they were watching. It was a show that you remembered watching with your cousin in Singapore, and you could not help but smile as you saw how engrossed Steve became with the plot and characters. 

At the end of the night, you packed a few slices of the cake (with extra blueberries, per Steven’s request) for Steven to take home for Marc and Jake. As you walked him to the bus stop at the end of your street, he turned to you and pulled you into his arms, his voice soft and gentle. 

“I am always here for you, love,” he whispered, “whenever you need me.”

Your heart ached as he comforted you, and you pulled him tighter into your embrace. 

“Thank you.”

You sit in the kitchen with ink stained on your fingers as you look over the drawings of cakes, cupcakes, and different pastries in your sketchbook. Jake texted you earlier that afternoon if you wanted to join him in surprising his neighbor for her birthday. Taweret lived alone with the rest of her family back in Cairo, and she only had a couple friends with her in New York. There were a few times you encountered her whenever you visited his apartment (mainly to cook and exchange recipes with Steven), you became acquainted with the elderly lady. Whenever she saw you, she always requested to try whatever baked goods that you brought with you. Because of her, you always packed extra sweets, knowing how much she adored you and you, her.

Your parents were not too familiar with Jake, but they knew enough that he was quite old-fashioned and polite (and “reminiscent of the gentlemen of my youth,” your mother remarked to your father’s chagrin). You wondered if they were relieved that it was not Marc at the door when Jake dropped you off after your “date.” 

True to his word, he was around much more than before and met with you often. In the times that you two met, they were casual outings where you would grab a bite to eat or a drink at the local coffee shop. Other times, you asked him to tag along with you as you ran a few errands around town. It was during those times he offered to drive you, especially when you were grocery shopping for ingredients to try new recipes to add to a possible menu. He never accepted gas money from you (despite all the sneaky ways you tried to bribe him), but you compromised and treated him —and Steven and Marc— to any baked goods you created. 

Once you are satisfied with your revisions, you tuck your journal into your bag and take a seat at the kitchen island, your eyes locked on the oven window. While you are in charge of the cake, Jake is in charge of dinner, explaining he was going to try to make a traditional Egyptian dish. As he was already at the supermarket to pick up some groceries, he told you that he would pick you up since he would pass by your place on the way back. 

Different ingredients scatter the counter between the two of you as you organize your supplies. While you have your powdered sugar and tray on one side, Jake has his supplies and containers on the other, including a tupperware of cooked elbow macaroni, tomato sauce, and a bag of store-bought fried onions.

Jake stands at the stove with his back turned to you. Even on a casual Thursday night, he is dressed in his usual white button-down dress shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, revealing his warm tan skin. The only difference between his house clothes and outside clothes was the lack of his flat cap and tie, and his dress pants swapped with jeans and a plain apron to cover himself. 

Curiously, you stand beside him and watch as he stirs the lentils and rice together in a pot. The smell of coriander and pepper welcomes you, and your tummy grumbles at the smell and sight.

“What are you making?” 

“Koshari, I remember Taweret mentioning how much she misses eating it from back home. I watched a few tutorials and researched the recipe, and I hope I got it down,” he answers with a small smile. 

Then, he leans over to the side and pulls out a spoon from the drawer to hand to you. 

“Give it a try and let me know how it is, or if I’m missing anything. Once this is done, I just need to combine everything together.”

You grin as you dip the spoon into the pot. The tangy and spicy flavor fills your mouth in heat, but not too much that it would burn your tongue. It was enough spice to give the kick it needed. 

“It’s a little spicy, but not too spicy. It’s delicious,” you tell him with an encouraging smile. “I’ve always been curious to try your cooking. Steven says you’re the best cook between the three of you.”

He pauses slightly as he turns to you. His face is slightly flushed, his brown eyes wide in surprise at your words. “He said that?”

You smile with a nod of your head. “He did. When I visited him at the Smithsonian last week for lunch, he told me you made vegan shakshuka for him and he loved it. He said it was better than the shakshuka he normally makes.”

You remember sitting on the steps outside of the museum last week when you stopped by to see him during his lunch break. It was a beautiful autumn day where the museum was not too busy on a Tuesday afternoon, and his boss was kind enough to give him an extended break after doing several grade school tours that week. 

“I experimented and made some bagels last night, and I made a couple vegan ones for you,” you told him as you unwrapped the bagels on your lap. Your best friend smiled and thanked you as you handed it over to him. “I hope you like it, it’s my first time making bagels.”

“I know it’ll be great. Jake made a batch of vegan shakshuka for me and I think this would be a good match.” Steven opened his lunch and dipped the bread in his tupperware, even offering you a piece as you followed his instructions to dip your piece into the stew. “I don’t know how he did it, but he mastered it. I’ve been trying to make a decent version for months, and his version tastes better than all of my previous attempts. He’s the best cook out of all of us.”

As you look over at Jake, you are stunned to see his surprise. While you met Steven first and became friends with Marc second, it seemed that there were more layers to Jake than you realize. You knew that he was a private person who kept to himself, and you once believed he was an aloof individual who often kept people at arm’s length in the backseat of his car to keep his privacy. In the past, you only conversed with him from time to time, but over the past few months, you see that he is more sentimental than he appears to be. 

A knowing smile kisses your lips as he tries to hide his smile from you. You give him the privacy to cherish the moment as you turn back to the oven to watch the cake slowly rise.

“Can I say something?” You ask.

He hums slightly and nods as he turns off the stove. 

Wanting to help him, you reach for the bowl of chickpeas and heat them in the microwave. “You remind me of a tiramisu.”

He pauses for a moment with a soft chuckle, amused. “A tiramisu?”

You nod with a small smile. “Yes, a tiramisu. Before I got to know you, I used to think you were a bit detached with how private you are. I didn’t know much about you except from what Steven and Marc told me, and we only met a few times before I left for Singapore.”

At the beep of the microwave, Jake hands you the oven mitts to take the chickpeas out. You move closer to him as the two of you prepare to mix the lentils, rice, tomato sauce, pasta, and chickpeas together. 

“What changed your mind?” He asks quietly.

You think about his words as you plate the rice and lentils. “Spending time with you,” you answer. “The more time I spend with you, whether it’s you taking me to the bodega or the Asian supermarket, or even moments like these, you’ve shown me there’s more to you than people think. You’re private, but you’re also very kind.”

Jake steps closer to you to place the pasta and chickpeas on top. You could not read his expression. Did he find you weird and strange? Was he upset or offended?

As you move to hand him the tomato sauce, his hands reach for yours, helping you and quietly telling you to be careful since the bowl was still warm from when he cooked it earlier. 

His brown eyes flicker with amusement and curiosity as he glances up at you. 

“I still do not see how this pertains to me reminding you of tiramisu, conejita.”

You laugh softly as you look down at the koshari on the plate. 

“Tiramisu is like this dish,” you explain as he mixes everything together. “You may look a bit off-putting at first with how reserved and quiet you are, but that’s not a bad thing. The closer you look, there are different layers. They seem strange when they are all separated, but once you dig through the layers, you are very sweet like a tiramisu.”

Your eyes glance over at him, and you notice how his movements seem to slow as he waits for your next words.

“You made Steven shakshuka and you cooked Taweret’s favorite dish to surprise her for her birthday so she won’t be alone. You take care of people in a quiet way,” your voice grows softer as you speak, your heart aching slightly at the memories. “Twice, you found me crying and alone, and you were the one to bring me back home.”

His gaze softens as he looks at you, and for a moment, you are brought back to that summer evening when Marc left you at the night market. You still remembered the heartbroken look on his face, the pain in his eyes, and the fear in his voice when he left. He was in so much pain, and even with your heart breaking in front of him, you wished you could take his pain away from him. 

Since that night, Marc left you a voicemail with his apology and wished to meet with you again, and as much as it hurt you, you kept your distance. It pained you how quick you were able to think of another reason why you could not see him. Perhaps with each text, you could finally cut those heartstrings, be a big girl, and move on.

Yet, the ache remained. It splintered deep inside of you like a tree taking deep roots in your chest, leaving a scar that you feared would never heal. 

“How is he doing, by the way?” You ask quietly as your lips begin to quiver. “Is he alright?”

He does not say anything for a moment as his gaze washes over you, and you wonder if he knew about your feelings for Marc. If he did, he never showed it.

His voice is gentle as he speaks, his eyes soft. 

“Marc is doing just fine,” he answers. “Steven and I are looking after him.”

You want to believe him, but a part of you hesitates. While you did not know the relationship between the three men, you did know one thing. Marc was perceptive, and he would worry. The last thing you wanted him to think was that he hurt you— you knew he would never forgive himself if he believed it. 

To your surprise, Jake leans forward and moves closer to you, his breath tickling the shell of your ear. You blink in surprise and take a step back at his sudden movement.

“You have flour on your face,” he whispers. “Hold on.”

Suddenly, you feel the world stop around you as his hand softly caresses your face. You hold still, your heart beating rapidly in your chest as his thumb brushes the flour off your cheek. His touch is gentle and light, and he holds you as if you are a delicate thing. This was the first time Jake touched you like this and for a reason you could not explain, it was electrifying. It is as if he lit a flame and you are melting like candle wax under his touch.

Your head is still spinning when he pulls away. Your throat constricts as he looks at you, and for a moment, you forget how to breathe. 

You do not know what has come over you. As his gaze meets yours, the two of you are quiet with the only sound of your flustered breath filling the silence. While he shared the same face as Marc and Steven, it is the first time you see him up close. 

His eyes are just as brown, but there is a different softness to them in the kitchen light. A certain warmth fills his gaze—although intense—there is a sense of safety and familiarity as the corners of his eyes crinkle into a whisper of a comforting smile. A dark stray curl rests on his forehead, and if you look close enough, you catch slivers of starlight dusting at his temples. 

You always believed Jake to be a handsome man, and in the past couple of months that you have gotten to know him, you see him differently. He is the kind of handsome that you read in your romance novels, the quiet gentleman who was always by the heroine’s side, and in that moment, you understand why people have always gravitated towards him.

You have looked at him many times before, but your heart begins to ache in your chest. He wiped away your tears before and has comforted you in your most heartbroken and vulnerable moments, so why would brushing flour away cause you to feel like you are sixteen again?

The sound of the timer interrupts your thoughts. You gasp softly and quickly turn away to grab the oven mitts, welcoming the distraction from your heated cheeks and your beating heart. 

As you pull the cake out of the oven, you hear Jake pull away from you and the sound of a utensil scraping against the bottom of the pan. You set the cake onto the counter and are grateful for this moment—you are not sure if you had the courage to look at him yet.

With a deep breath, you glance down at the cake. The cake baked into a beautiful summer yellow with the edges a golden brown. It was perfect and exactly how you envisioned it. 

His voice breaks your thoughts, and it takes everything in you to not look at him. 

“What kind of cake did you make?”

“Lemon ricotta,” you answer softly. Your hands tremble slightly as you reach for the strainer and powdered sugar from across the counter. You feel his eyes on you, and as much as you try to hide it, you still feel nervous in front of him. “I made a lemon ricotta cake once a few months ago and Taweret said she loved it, so I wanted to make it for her again.”

Taking a deep breath, you ignore the way your hands tremble and begin to sift the flour and powder the cake with a light dusting of sugar for decoration. The two of you quietly work on completing your dishes with only the sound of a soft ballad playing from his vinyl record player in the living room. 

Once you are finished, you set your tools aside and look down at the cake. Lemon ricotta was not your specialty as you only baked it a couple times, and you worried about how it looked. Would she even like the cake with how simple and plain it looked?

“I want it to be perfect for her,” you whisper softly. “Do you think she’ll like it?”

His footsteps echo behind you. As he stands beside you, your head begins to spin. The warmth of his body radiates off him, and even as he stands a few inches beside you, the heat of his touch lingers on your skin. 

“That woman loves everything about you and adores you,” Jake assures you. “She’ll love it. I know she will.”

Warmth kisses your cheeks at his encouraging words. You never doubted your skills as a pastry chef, but hearing such praise from Jake strikes a chord in you. There were no words to describe your feelings at the moment. A foreign feeling tugged at your heart, reminiscent of butterflies that once fluttered in your tummy. 

“Go ahead and set the table,” he instructs as he gathers your supplies. “I’ll clean up. I already texted Taweret and she’ll be here in a few minutes.”

He smiles encouragingly at you, and you move to set the table. As you arrange the plates and utensils, you spare another look at Jake and watch him set the pots and pans in the dishwasher. You have spent countless days and afternoons in the kitchen with Steven and Marc in the past, but this is your first time to be in the kitchen with Jake. 

A few months ago when you returned from Singapore, you never would have thought that you would be baking by his side in the kitchen where you shared so many memories with his brothers. It was strange since you were not used to seeing Jake in such a domestic way, but it brings an odd comfort and warmth to you as he whistles in the kitchen. 

You smile to yourself as you look down at the golden cake sitting at the edge of the table. In the past, you baked mochi for your family, lemon ricotta cake for Taweret, blueberry cake for Steven, and rocky road for Marc. There were so many layers to who he is, and you hope one day, you could bake Jake a sweet tiramisu.

The moon was high in the sky by the time Jake opened the passenger door for you to take you home. Not a single cloud was in sight, and the stars twinkled like pearls of light above you. 

It truly was a beautiful evening. When Taweret arrived, her face lit up like the rising dawn. Without a second thought, she pulled you and Jake into her embrace. Your eyes began to mist when you felt a few drops of her tears fall onto your blouse, but you smiled warmly at her as Jake kissed her forehead and told her how much he loved her. You have only known Taweret for a short amount of time, but you were already fond of her and looked up to her as a mother figure.

Smiles, laughter, and memories were shared over dinner. As the three of you finished his koshari, Taweret spoke about her favorite childhood memories. You listened intently as she recalled not only her childhood, but her “wild youth” from running around with her girlfriends in Cairo and arguing with the university boys and rival sorority sisters. The three of you laughed until your ribs ached, your cheeks sore from smiling, and your tummy full from the warmth and love poured into the food that was shared. 

And to your surprise, Taweret loved the lemon ricotta birthday cake. She patted your cheek affectionately as you served her the first slice with a gentle and warm smile on her face. 

“Thank you, darling,” she beamed, “you always make the sweetest cakes.”

As you are about to thank her, Jake leaned in beside her, a knowing smile and wink as he sung the highest praises for you. 

“She baked everything with love,” he told her, and your cheeks instantly heated at his kind words. “That’s her secret ingredient.”

Jake only smiled at you as you looked down at the yellow cake on your plate, hoping to find some solace on the finely dusted sugar sitting on top of your masterpiece. You barely heard them speak over the sound of your heartbeat ringing in your ears and the warmth kissing at your soft cheeks. This was not the first time Jake complimented your strengths, so why are you suddenly shy and bashful like a schoolgirl?

You vaguely recalled the last time you felt like this. Before you left for Singapore, you remembered sitting at a picnic bench with Marc as his way of bidding you bon voyage. He carried the picnic basket over to the bench and helped you arrange the pieces on the table. 

“Since I’m also helping out with their social media and marketing, I might as well start practicing how to take the best pictures and videos for advertising,” you remarked as you finished taking pictures of the set-up. You had a blanket draped over the table with minimal cutlery and accessories. “Don’t you think?”

Marc chuckled beside you as you put your phone in your bag. You would edit the photos when you get home and send them to your cousin later for her to critique. “I thought your generation was tech savvy and grew up on the internet?”

“I’m on the cusp and was fortunate that the internet was still starting out. It wasn’t as crazy as it is now. Besides, I don’t have many social media handles for a reason,” you answered, “I don’t want people from high school finding me.” 

“Oh?” He raised an eyebrow at you. “Why not?”

“I closed that chapter in my life. When I go to my high school reunion years from now, I want everyone to be surprised to see how much I’ve matured and grown up,” you sighed wistfully, imagining a romantic moment in your future reunion. “If they have any difficulty in recognizing their classmate, then I shall be the most sophisticated woman in the high school gymnasium.”

Your high school days were not the worst, but they were not the greatest, either. Your teenage days were not that far behind you, but you still had so much to look forward to in the years to come. 

An amused smile shined on your friend’s face as he leaned forward and patted a piece of your hair. 

“You are already a beautiful, intelligent, and sophisticated young woman,” he complimented you with a playful tap on your nose. “You will be the belle of the ball.”

But the days and nights you spent with Marc were long gone. Deep down, you grieved the chapter of your life where you were by his side. You convinced yourself into thinking the two of you were fated to be together for the rest of your lives, but life had its own way of cutting that invisible string you deluded yourself was tied between your fingers. The dried daffodils in your wastebasket was the evidence to the end of your fantasies.

Yet, the universe had a strange way of bringing things full circle. As you bury the thoughts of Marc aside, a sense of déjà vu washes over you with your heart feeling as hopeful as that night when Jake first found you on the steps outside of his apartment. It was odd to think that in the two years you spent away from home, Jake rarely passed your mind. 

Now, your thoughts gravitated towards him. The ghost of his touch lingered from when he brushed away the flour on your cheek, and his praise echoed in your ears like a distant lullaby. It was as if your heart would burst from your chest with each moment you replayed in your mind and you wondered if you could trust yourself to open up again. 

Before you could entertain that thought, the sound of his voice breaks the silence. 

“Thank you for coming tonight,” Jake glances over at you with a small smile, one gloved hand on the steering wheel, the other adjusting the rear view mirror. “I know it was a short notice.”

You smile reassuringly at him from the passenger side. “It was no problem, thank you for inviting me. I’m happy that we were able to celebrate her special day.”

You do not see Taweret often, but after tonight, you promise yourself that you would reach out to her more. She was such a character, and you make a note to give her extra delicacies you create in the future, especially if it involves lemon ricotta.

Jake grins at you as he stops at the stoplight, his voice light and airy. 

“She adores you and talks about you like you hung the moon.” He spares you a glance with a gentle smile. “And she loved every bit of your cake.”

“Oh—” your cheeks grow warm at his words. The thought of Taweret talking about you so sweetly made your heart swell, especially when you were so worried that her birthday cake was plain. 

He chuckles softly. “If it’s okay to ask, when did you start baking?”

You think for a moment as the two of you watch a few college students cross the street. “I’ve always had a sweet tooth, but growing up, I did not like American candy as much. It was always too sweet, and sometimes I felt like throwing up when I had cake. Nothing tasted like the snacks and sweets I would get from the Asian supermarket.”

You smile fondly as you remember your childhood. Growing up, there was not an Asian supermarket near your neighborhood. Most weekends, you dragged behind your parents as they bought their groceries at big retailers, and the only times you grew excited were when they either brought you to the local bodegas so you could pet the owner’s guard dogs (who were surprisingly gentle with children), or the Asian markets that were out of town. It was only until high school when they established one a few blocks away and within walking distance, and you were finally able to grab your favorite Meiji snacks. 

“I often had too much time on my hands during the summer breaks, so I experimented in the kitchen. My mom never liked baking, but I saved up to buy some supplies, watched tutorials on YouTube, and even chatted with my cousin for ideas,” you laugh lightly. “It started when I was in middle school when we had a bake sale for fundraising, and I fell in love with it since.”

The light turns green, and Jake nods as he follows along.

“What would you say is your favorite to bake? Or, what would you say is your specialty?”

Your heart flutters in your chest at his question. It is not often someone asks about your favorites, let alone your specialty. You are so used to taking requests and baking for others based on their favorites, but rarely did someone ask about yours. 

“Strawberry cake,” you answer, thinking about the colorful pink hue of the cakes you made in the past. “Especially with buttercream.”

“Like strawberry shortcake?”

“No,” you shake your head. “It’s easy to confuse the two based on their names, but strawberry shortcake is different since that’s shortbread with strawberries on top. Strawberry cake—”

“I know,” he laughs with a slight shake of his head. “I meant the character.”

Oh. Oh!

Heat envelopes your face at the thought. You adored Strawberry Shortcake as a little girl and collected the books, plushies, stickers, almost anything with your favorite freckled heroine. Even though she is in the arms of another child, you remember your Strawberry Shortcake doll  that you used to carry with you everywhere with her apron smelling just like freshly cut strawberries. 

When you did not respond, Jake immediately tried to correct himself. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you—”

“No, not at all,” you laugh. “She was one of my favorites as a child. Being compared to her makes me happy, so thank you.”

From the corner of your eye, you notice him smile in relief. You look down at the plastic bag full of tupperwares on your lap. As you cleaned the dinner table, you did not realize that Jake prepared extra koshari for you to take home to your family in extra tupperwares. 

“And thank you for the food, too. I’ll have this for lunch tomorrow.”

He smiles at you, his voice soft. “You’re welcome.”

Life had a strange way of bringing things full circle. Filled with warmth, a sense of déjà vu washes over you with your heart feeling as light as that night when he first found you on the steps outside of his apartment. Not once, but twice he found you heartbroken, but since you returned to New York, your nights were spent with him where you would watch him from the passenger side. The wall that separated you two had begun to crumble, revealing the man dressed in white knight armor. 

The fluttering of your heart confuses you when he parks in the driveway. Your pulse echoes in your ears as he opens your door with a gloved hand outstretched towards you, and your legs begin to shake with each step you take towards your front door. Why does the warmth of his glove burn your skin? Why does he suddenly make you skittish like a frightened deer?

It must be because he touched my face, you reason with yourself when you step inside. Your parents greet him with friendly smiles, and for unknown reasons, you feel a tug on your heartstrings when he lifts his hat at you. 

As he walks away, you are left standing in the kitchen with a cold tupperware of koshari in your hands. Your parents kiss your cheek before walking up the stairs, and with each kiss, you imagine what it would feel like if Jake’s lips kissed your cheeks goodnight.

The early afternoon sunlight streams through your curtains when you wake that morning. Downstairs, you hear your father playing his favorite old songs on his speaker, the foreign language bringing you comfort and a sense of nostalgia. It was finally the weekend.

With a yawn, you force yourself out of bed and walk down the stairs. The love ballads grow louder, and you find your mother seated at the kitchen table with breakfast leftovers covered with a napkin. 

“Good morning, baby,” she greets you as you smile sleepily at her. “Did you sleep well?”

You nod and rub your eyes while taking a seat in front of her. Last night, you spent a few hours on Messenger talking to your cousin about the newest addition they added to the Mochi Flower Bakery and Cafe. While the Mochi Flower was best known for matcha mochi cake, your cousin wanted to expand the menu to keep up with their local competitors. She shared with you the different designs that were shared with the class that included floral prints and a few beloved childhood characters like Hello Kitty. A couple months ago, she took a class from a masterclass baker on how to add such delicate designs to a sponge cake, and she’s been in love with it ever since. 

Before you realized it, you were on Messenger for almost three hours. It was nearly three in the morning when you ended the call, your mind reeling from the designs she showed you. Both of your families considered opening a sister bakery in New York, and with each call you had with her over the spotty internet, the idea no longer felt like a dream, but a possibility. 

“I did,” you answer, looking at the clock hanging on the kitchen wall. You did not realize it was past noon. “I haven’t slept in like this since my last semester of college.”

Your mother laughs, and you laugh along with her. The twelve hour time difference was tough, and you were honestly surprised her internet lasted that long with minimal interruptions. 

At that moment, your father walks in and greets you good morning with a soft kiss to the top of your head as he places a bowl of cut strawberries in front of you. 

Your eyes widen slightly at the vibrant hue. “Papa, did you go to the grocery store this morning? When did we have strawberries?”

Your father shakes his head. “I didn’t buy them. Your driver friend dropped them off this morning.”

Driver friend? You wonder, knowing your father often forgets the names of your friends. Did he mean Jake? You have not talked to him in a couple weeks, not since Taweret’s birthday.

“The gentleman with the hat,” your mother clarifies. “He came by this morning and dropped off a box of strawberries that he got at the farmer’s market. He said it was for you.” 

Your heart skips a beat as she hands you a yellow post-it note. Across the page, you memorize the straight lines of Jake’s handwriting, softly tilted in black ink.

For your strawberry cake - J

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Thank you so much for your support! The idea of Conejita and White Knight!Jake has been floating around in my head for about a year, and with time, they finally came to fruition. Special thanks to @soft-girl-musings for listening to my ideas and late night texts on Discord. My laptop has been out of commission as of late, so I was unfortunately unable to post this sooner, but it's finally here!

To be honest, this series started when I was quarantined with COVID (part 1 was written when I had it the first time, part 2 the second time I had COVID, go figure lol). It makes me so happy to see that you have grown fond of conejita as well. I am a slow writer, and I want to thank everyone of you for your patience and support.

Originally it was going to be a trilogy, but since I am notorious for writing long fics, this series will most likely be four parts instead! I have a couple more characters I want to introduce. If you want to continue being on the taglist, please let me know. Stay tuned for updates and any future fics! I have a few more I want to put out this summer 🤍

Love, Celeste

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Short love: Chp 3

The first date

Summary: The is about widowed father Bradley Bradshaw who enlists his brother-in-law Jake Seresin and childhood best friend Robert Floyd to help raise his three daughters, eldest Donna Jo Margaret (D.J for short), middle child Stephanie and youngest Michelle in his San Diego home. 

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Warning: Fluff, flirting

As the evening approached and the sky outside darkened, Y/n's tiredness began to fade, replaced by a sense of warmth and contentment. With Stephanie and DJ tucked into their beds, she sat at the edge of their room, ready to fulfill her duty as the bedtime storyteller.

"Alright, you two, are you ready for a story?" Y/n asked, her voice soft but playful as she watched the excitement dance in their eyes.

Stephanie and DJ nodded eagerly, their faces lighting up with anticipation. "Yes, Aunt Y/n! We love your stories!" DJ exclaimed, her voice filled with enthusiasm.

Y/n couldn't help but smile at their excitement, feeling a swell of affection for her nieces. "Alright, then. Let me think of a good one," she replied, her mind racing to recall a tale that would capture their imaginations.

As she began to weave a story filled with adventure and magic, Stephanie and DJ listened intently, their eyes wide with wonder as they hung on her every word. They gasped at the daring exploits of the heroes, giggled at the antics of the villains, and sighed with satisfaction as the story reached its triumphant conclusion.

"And so, the brave knight and his trusty companions defeated the evil sorcerer and saved the kingdom," Y/n concluded, her voice soft but filled with conviction.

Stephanie and DJ clapped their hands in delight, their faces alight with excitement. "That was amazing, Aunt Y/n! Can we hear another one?" DJ asked, her eyes shining with anticipation.

Y/n chuckled at DJ's enthusiasm, feeling a sense of joy fill her heart at the chance to share her love of storytelling with her nieces. "Of course, my darlings. But for now, it's time for bed," she replied, her voice gentle but firm.

With a sigh of disappointment, Stephanie and DJ reluctantly settled down under their covers, their eyelids growing heavy with sleep. Y/n tucked them in with a gentle smile, pressing a tender kiss to each of their foreheads as she whispered her goodnight wishes.

"Sweet dreams, my loves," she said, her voice barely above a whisper as she tiptoed out of the room, leaving Stephanie and DJ to drift off into a peaceful slumber, their hearts full of the magic of storytelling and the love of their dear Aunt Y/n.

As Y/n made her way through the quiet hallway, she couldn't help but feel a sense of curiosity tug at her. Peeking through the slightly ajar door of Michelle's nursery, she was met with a heartwarming sight.

There, bathed in the soft glow of the nightlight, Jake sat in the rocking chair, cradling Michelle in his arms as he swayed gently back and forth. His voice, soft and melodic, filled the room as he sang an Elvis Presley tune, his eyes fixed on Michelle's sleeping form.

Y/n couldn't help but smile at the scene before her, feeling a warmth spread through her chest at the sight of Jake's tender care for her niece. Despite his tough exterior, he had a heart of gold, especially when it came to Michelle.

She watched in silence for a moment, not wanting to interrupt the peaceful moment between uncle and niece. The love and affection that radiated from Jake's every gesture filled her with a sense of gratitude, knowing that Michelle was in the best of hands.

With a contented sigh, Y/n silently backed away from the door, leaving Jake and Michelle to their private moment. As she made her way down the hallway, her heart felt light with the knowledge that her family was surrounded by love, even in the quietest moments of the night.

As Y/n stepped into her room, anticipation bubbled up inside her like a fizzy soda. Tonight was the night she had been looking forward to — her date with Jake. With a smile tugging at her lips, she made her way to her closet, her heart fluttering with excitement.

Rummaging through her wardrobe, she finally found the perfect dress — a stunning red number that hugged her curves in all the right places. Pulling it out, she couldn't help but admire the way the fabric shimmered in the soft light of her room.

With a quick glance in the mirror, Y/n began to carefully apply her makeup, opting for a classic look with a bold red lip to match her dress. As she swept the mascara through her lashes and dabbed on some blush, she couldn't help but feel a surge of confidence wash over her.

With one final look in the mirror, Y/n smiled at her reflection, feeling ready to take on the world. Tonight was going to be special, she could feel it in her bones, and she couldn't wait to see where the evening would take her.

Stepping out of her room, she made her way to the front door, excitement bubbling up inside her like a champagne cork ready to pop.

----- As Y/n stepped out of her room, her heart skipped a beat at the sight of Jake waiting for her just outside her bedroom door. His eyes widened in awe as he took in her appearance, a smile spreading across his face.

"Wow, Y/n, you look... incredible," Jake breathed, his voice filled with genuine admiration as he drank in her beauty.

Y/n felt a rush of warmth flood her cheeks at his words, a shy smile gracing her lips. "Thank you, Jake," she replied, her voice soft but filled with gratitude.

Jake stepped forward, his eyes never leaving hers as he reached out to gently tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "Seriously, you take my breath away," he whispered, his tone filled with sincerity.

Y/n's heart fluttered at Jake's touch, her pulse quickening with excitement as she met his gaze. In that moment, she felt like the most beautiful woman in the world, and she couldn't help but be grateful to have Jake by her side.

With a smile that lit up her face, Y/n took Jake's hand in hers, her fingers intertwining with his as they stood together in the hallway. Tonight was going to be a night to remember, she could feel it in her bones, and she couldn't wait to see where the evening would take them.

As they made their way towards the front door, hand in hand, Y/n felt a surge of happiness wash over her. With Jake by her side, she knew that anything was possible, and she couldn't wait to embark on this new adventure together.

As Y/n and Jake rode through the dark streets of San Diego on Jake's motorcycle, a sense of exhilaration filled the air around them. The cool night breeze whipped against their faces, sending strands of Y/n's hair dancing behind her like ribbons in the wind.

With every twist and turn of the road, Y/n couldn't help but feel a sense of freedom wash over her. There was something intoxicating about the open road stretched out before them, the promise of adventure beckoning them forward into the night.

As they approached the fancy Italian restaurant, the soft glow of the city lights illuminated their path, casting a warm, inviting glow over the streets below. Y/n's heart raced with excitement as they pulled up outside the restaurant, the rumble of the motorcycle fading into the background as they came to a stop.

Stepping off the motorcycle, Y/n couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation coursing through her veins. Tonight was going to be special, she could feel it in her bones, and she couldn't wait to see what the evening had in store for them.

With a smile and a glance exchanged between them, Y/n and Jake made their way inside the restaurant, hand in hand. As they settled into their seats, the soft candlelight casting a warm glow over their faces, Y/n couldn't help but feel grateful for this moment, for this chance to be with Jake and share in this special evening together.

As Y/n and Jake savored the delicious pasta at the fine Italian restaurant, their conversation flowed easily, punctuated by laughter and shared moments of connection. Amidst the clinking of glasses and the murmur of other diners, they found themselves lost in each other's company, reveling in the joy of being together.

"So, tell me more about your music career with 'The Rippers'," Y/n said, her voice filled with genuine interest as she leaned in closer to Jake.

Jake's eyes sparkled with excitement as he began to recount tales of his time on the road with his band, his passion for music evident in every word he spoke. He spoke of late-night jam sessions, sold-out concerts, and the thrill of performing in front of adoring fans.

Y/n listened intently, her heart swelling with pride at Jake's accomplishments. She couldn't help but admire his dedication and talent, feeling grateful to be able to share in this part of his life.

As Jake finished his story, he turned the conversation to Y/n's latest work adventures. "And what about you, Y/n? How's the radio job in Australia treating you?" he asked, his voice filled with curiosity.

Y/n smiled, feeling a sense of satisfaction at the opportunity to share her own experiences. She spoke of her time in Australia, of the challenges and triumphs she had encountered along the way. She talked about the thrill of reporting from new and exciting locations, the rush of adrenaline as she chased down stories, and the satisfaction of knowing that her work was making a difference.

As they exchanged stories and shared laughter, Y/n couldn't help but feel grateful for this moment, for the chance to connect with Jake on a deeper level and share in each other's dreams and aspirations. And as they finished their meal and prepared to head home, she knew that this was just the beginning of their journey together, filled with endless possibilities and the promise of a bright future.

As the conversation between Y/n and Jake flowed effortlessly, a brief lull fell over them, prompting a moment of reflection. In the midst of their laughter and shared stories, they both sensed an unspoken truth lingering between them — the acknowledgment of a significant gap in their communication.

"You know," Y/n began, her voice soft but filled with sincerity, "it's funny how we've been so caught up in our own worlds that we haven't properly talked since that New Year's Eve five years ago."

Jake's expression softened, a flicker of understanding dancing in his eyes as he met Y/n's gaze. "Yeah, I know what you mean," he replied, his voice tinged with regret. "It's like time just slipped away from us, and we never got the chance to really catch up."

Y/n nodded in agreement, a pang of nostalgia tugging at her heartstrings as she recalled that memorable night they had shared together. "I guess life has a way of getting in the way sometimes," she mused, her voice tinged with wistfulness.

Jake reached out to gently squeeze Y/n's hand, his touch warm and reassuring. "But you know what?" he said, his tone filled with determination. "Tonight feels like a fresh start. A chance for us to reconnect and really get to know each other again."

Y/n smiled, feeling a sense of hope wash over her at Jake's words. "I like the sound of that," she replied, her voice filled with optimism. "Here's to making up for lost time."

And as they toasted to their newfound resolve, Y/n couldn't help but feel grateful for this moment, for the chance to bridge the gap between them and forge a deeper connection with Jake. With each laugh and shared story, she knew that their bond was only growing stronger, and she couldn't wait to see where their renewed friendship would take them.

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[shanks-the-wino]

Shanks X CisFem Reader

Date

"F/N," your cousin drew your name out into a long whine, "please just give this guy a chance."

"I told you I don't like being fixed up P." you replied sternly, "Zoro please talk some sense into your sister."

"It's not like you have to marry the guy." the greenette muttered from the sofa.

Perona grinned mischievously; Zoro almost never took her side, "See it won't be bad. You need to get out more. Plus you get a free meal. Just say yes already."

You dragged your hand down your face, "I hate both of you."

"Yes!" Perona cheered whipping out her phone, "You won't regret it."

*ping*

Sake8zero: How's the night?

"Doubtful." you smirked at your cousins.

Pyt07: ugh

Pyt07: and I'm not even at work

Sake8zero: so what's so ugh?

Pyt07: I'm with my cousins and the oldest is trying to set me up

Sake8zero: in what sense? Are they plotting a murder or some kind of heist?

Pyt07: you have quite the imagination

Pyt07: a date.

Shanks frowned at his phone.

Sake8zero: Blind dates aren't all that bad

Sake8zero: if we ever met it would sort of be a blind date right?

Pyt07: that isn't even close to the same

Pyt07: we at least talk, minus names and you not having a profile picture. The point is I feel like I know you at least a little.

Pyt07: Perona is awful at matching me with people.

Sake8zero: Well, if it turns out to be bad at least you won't have to deal with it again.

Pyt07: You're awfully supportive of this Mr. WeShouldMeet

Sake8zero: Feel free to stop brining that up.

Sake8zero: Also, it's just a quick meeting. It won't hurt.

He was being too nonchalant. Not knowing what else to say, he somehow managed to come off as if he didn't mind you going out with another man. He minded he minded very much.

Pyt07: sigh

Pyt07: you guys are killing me. I'll try to be open to this but based on past experience I don't have much hope.

Sake8zero: What was so bad about the last time she set you up?

Pyt07: It ended up being my ex's best friend. She didn't know the six degrees of separation I guess and neither did he. It was only a few weeks after Killer and I broke up so it just made me look really sad.

Pyt07: Not to mention he and I never got along so our personalities weren't even compatible.

Sake8zero: That is troubling.

Pyt07: See?!

Sake8zero: You can always text me if it goes South and I'll send you a 911 message.

Pyt07: My knight is shining armor

Sake8zero: I try.

Sake8zero: when is the fated date?

Pyt07: two days apparently. We're supposed to meet at some bar downtown.

Pyt07: She's literally squealing.

Sake8zero: you're such a good cousin.

Pyt07: Shut up.

Sake8zero: I have to get back to work so I'll stop interrupting your date planning

Pyt07: I didn't know you ever worked this late.

Sake8zero: We took on a new client recently. I'm just getting things in order.

Pyt07: Oh I'll catch ya later then.

Sake8zero: Talk to you tomorrow.

                                                                                       __________________

You sat at a two top in the back corner of Shaky's Bar. Tapping your phone anxiously on the table you glanced around the busy room. Your date was late, by a half hour. The only thing worse than a blind date is being stood up by a blind date.

"F/N?" a breathless voice rasped pulling your attention from your phone.

"Bartolomeo." you replied looking over the incredibly tall greenette.

"Sorry for being so late." he took a seat in front of you, "My roommates ...well it's a long story."

"It's alright," you held back a sigh, "I hope you don't mind I started without you." you gestured toward your drink.

"Ah...no." he flagged down a server to place his order.

You didn't want to be there and he could probably feel it. He was attractive but face tattoos and septum piercings weren't exactly your style. Plus being late regardless of reasoning didn't leave a good impression either. After getting his drink you continued to sit and awkwardly chat. It was blatantly clear that you had nothing in common. Soon the conversation dwindled and his attention shifted to his phone.

Pyt07: you said I could request an emergency...

As you pressed send on your messenger a small group of men pushed passed your table bumping into you dumping an entire glass of merlot down the front of your lavender dress.

"Oh my," a familiar voice piped, "I'm so sorry... F/N, right?"

Something about the redhead's genuine smile brought a flush to your cheeks.

"Hey!" Bartolomeo called rising to his full height, "Watch where you're going asshole."

"I'm apologizing to the young lady." Shanks calmly replied before turning back to you, "It seems I've ruined your dress."

You had been too busy staring to do anything about the spill.

"Ah...uh...yeah." You stammered grabbing napkins from the table and patting yourself dry, "I think this is my cue to call it a night. Thanks for the drinks Barto."

"Uh, no problem?" he looked on confused as you stood grabbing your purse.

"I'll see you out." Shanks chimed.

Bartolomeo watched the two of you walk through the crowd completely puzzled by what just happened.

"You should at least let me replace the dress." Shanks offered for the third time before you even made it to the entrance.

"Don't worry about it. I didn't like this dress that much anyway." You raised your hand in front of you, "I should thank you actually. He was a nice guy but it was a terrible date."

The redhead chuckled, "Well then you're welcome. Need a ride?"

"I'm not far from here." You shivered not realizing the evening had cooled down so much.

"I'll walk you then." He suggested shrugging out of his jacket and slipping it over your shoulders.

"Sure, thanks." You snuggled into the residual warmth that swathed you, "I'm surprised you remembered me. My customer service couldn't have been that great."

"On the contrary, you made an impression."

There was that smile again.

"Quite the charmer." you smirked.

Another exuberant laugh rumbled through the man beside you. It was a pleasant sound that even in this short walk; you were convinced you'd never grow tired of.

Shanks was practically floating down the sidewalk, completely ecstatic that you allowed him to accompany you. He'd initially fretted that you'd find it creepy but it seemed your personalities meshed well no matter the platform. The conversation continued playfully to the entrance of your building.

"This is me." You jabbed your thumb toward the stoop behind you, "Thanks for the walk."

"It was my pleasure really. Maybe we'll run into each other again sometime."

"We'll see I guess." you held back the bold urge to ask him for his number, not knowing he was doing the same.

"Have a great night." the redhead murmured turning back the way you'd come raising a hand to wave.

You entered the building not realizing you were still wearing his jacket until you reached your apartment.    

[asgards-princess-of-mischief]

Last Updated: 2024-03-08

Disclaimer: I am not the author of these stories, just sharing my favourite Magnus Martinsson stories. Find the authors' links below. If you want your work removed, message me privately.

Legend: 〔E〕 ⇢ Erotic/Steamy | 〔F〕 ⇢ Fluff | 〔A〕 ⇢ Angst/Hurt 〔M〕 ⇢ Minor Angst/Hurt | 〔C〕 ⇢ Comfort | ♥︎ ⇢ Established Relationship | 𑁍 ⇢ Pregnancy/Children | 🚫 ⇢ Content Warning

✑ After Hours by glxssylaufey • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "After a long day at the office, you and your boyfriend Magnus return home. Not wanting to interrupt your relaxation, Magnus helps himself to relieve the stresses of the day."

✑ Bunnies in the Rain￨Prt. II by villainousshakespeare • 18+ • 〔F〕 •

Summary: When your car breaks down on the drive back from a court appearance in another jurisdiction, you and Magnus […]

✑ Confessions of a Drunk Detective by winterfrostlovetriangle • 〔F〕 •

Summary: A few hours after responding to a drunken disturbance, Magnus shows up at your flat, absolutely smashed and causing a disturbance of his own.

✑ Evidence by yespolkadotkitty • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 •

Summary: Things get heated in the evidence room of Ystad police station.

✑ Knight with Curls and Blue Eyes by holdmytesseract • 〔F〕 •

Summary: "Magnus has a crush on you—a barista. When the coffee shop you are working in gets robbed, the curly haired policeman is more than eager to save and protect you..."

✑ Maintain Our Cover by muddyorbsblr • 18+ • 〔E〕 •

Summary: "To catch a suspected serial killer, you and Magnus go undercover in the sex club the suspect frequents to choose his victims. You knew you'd have to partake in the activities [in order to maintain your cover]. [However,] you didn't expect that he'd want you to partake in them with him."

✑ Reckless Girl￨Prt. II by muddyorbsblr • 〔F᜶M〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "When you didn't show up for your date with Magnus, the last place he thought he'd find you was inside the Ystad police station…in a holding cell."

✑ Should We Tell Them? by muddyorbsblr • 18+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "You've been engaging in a secret relationship with your coworker Magnus for the last few months. The same day that he started hinting at perhaps letting the team know, anonymous gifts and notes begin to appear at your desk."

✑ Stuck on You by just-the-hiddles • 〔F〕 •

Summary: "[Kurt volunteers you and Magnus] to demonstrate a new type of handcuffs. When the locking mechanism malfunctions, the two of you are forced to share a bed for the night until a replacement key is shipped."

✑ Trapped by just-the-hiddles • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 •

Summary: "You [had] a huge crush on Magnus since starting at the station. [However,] he is oblivious to all your attempts at flirting. [What happens when] the two of you are stuck staking at a warehouse [hoping to apprehend] some traffickers, [but] Instead, you get stuck in a room with no hope of escape."  

✑ What Could Go Wrong? by just-the-hiddles • 18+ • 〔F᜶M〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "The unit audit is killing Magnus. He isn't sleeping, ... causing him to fall asleep at work and forget things, like his date with you. [Moreover,] his attempts to make amends [Keep ending] in disaster."

✑ A Hidden God by just-the-hiddles • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ A Spark by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 •

✑ Adrenaline by holdmytesseract • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Can't Get Rid of Me that Easy by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Can't Take My Eyes Off Of You by the--blackdahlia • 〔F〕 •

✑ Daddy's Home by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ Do It for Her by the--blackdahlia • 〔F᜶M〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ Drinks on Me by jewels2876 • 〔F〕 •

✑ Finish What You Started by yespolkadotkitty • 18+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Girl Next Door, the by just-the-hiddles • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Just Grab My A** by just-the-hiddles • 16+ • 〔E᜶F〕 •

✑ Life Saver by holdmytesseract • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Memories by holdmytesseract • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ Sick Day by ladyfluff • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

✑ Silver Lining by the--blackdahlia • 〔F〕 •

✑ Sleep on It by the--blackdahlia • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Use Your Words by just-the-hiddles • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Dating Magnus would include… by thepilotanon • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

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"Relationship are...Dangerous." says Vex'ahlia to Percy in the episode "Vexations" (An Analysis)

“Relationships are…dangerous.” says Vex’ahlia to Percy in the episode of “Vexations” after their one night stand and their feelings for each other. She’s right about that: They can be dangerous when it comes to heartbreak, giving yourself to love, etc but what if I told you there was something else to that? It could involve with enemies trying to harm these loved ones and other things like that. Not sure what I mean? Let me give you examples:

Example 1: Batman’s view on Relationships

In the beginning of the Justice League Unlimited episode “This Little Piggy”; Wonder Woman and Batman are looking down when Wonder Woman sees loving couples. She mentioned this to Bruce and tease him, then Batman mentioned this iconic line: “One: Dating within the team always leads to disaster. Two: You're a princess from a society of immortal warriors. I'm a rich kid with issues… lots of issues. And three: If my enemies knew I had someone special, they wouldn't rest until they'd gotten to me through her.”

He dated Selina Kyle, aka Catwoman, and she’s an antiheroine and part time villain. They are on and off again, they get into trouble with villains and having to be rescued so many times. So yeah, he has a point. Batman had dated Lois Lane as Bruce, she got kidnapped by the Joker and almost killed with one of Lex Luther’s deadly spider robots. And Wonder Woman got turned into a pig by the witch Circe. So yeah, Batman knows how that goes for relationships when it comes to being a crime fighter!

Example 2: Admiral Claugh Klom saving Lady Noa Twice

The Legend of the Legendary Heroes (what a ridiculously mouthful title, but hey it's a good anime series despite the silly name) is about Ryner, an Alpha Stigma who is a slacker joined by his dango-obsessed companion name Ferris as they go on journeys to retrieve magic items and do reports on them with failed results. Meanwhile; their vitriolic relationship with King Sion is focused on bringing the castle into peace but with tragic consequences. However, I want to focus on two characters, Claugh Klom and his beloved lady Noa Ehn. It seems Noa has been in danger twice, Claugh always saves her from trouble. Knight in shining armor, or knight with magic arm in this case. Let me explaint the gist of all this:

At a war council, Count Kriade demands punishment for the people of Estabul for disrespecting the nobles and rejecting the king's promises of freedom. Sion reveals that the leader of the revolt is the old king's daughter, Noa Ehn. The enemy has 50,000 soldiers, leading to tensions among the nobles about evacuation. Sion appoints Rear Admiral Claugh Klom to lead the army. Noa desires her father's return, but Salawell urges her to forsake him for betraying the kingdom. In battle, Claugh uses magic to force surrender, causing conflict with Lady Ehn's pacifist views. Salawell manipulates the nobles against Noa's wishes, putting her in a difficult position.

As conflict escalates, Roland forces arrive, complicating the situation. Salawell's true intentions are revealed as he plans to use Noa as a scapegoat. Miran, the mastermind behind the revolt, clarifies his motivations and saves Noa from Salawell's treachery. Noa negotiates with Roland for the survival of her people, showing her selflessness and bravery. Ultimately, a tense confrontation between Claugh and Miran is resolved with Noa's intervention, leading to a plan to spare the survivors and ensure a peaceful resolution. Lady Noa Ehn enters the room admiring the four characters' relationship. Sion greets her in the castle, and Claugh receives her warmly. They tease Claugh about his feelings for Noa.

Despite interruptions, Noa arranges to have dinner with Claugh, and they sneak away with Sion's approval. Late at night in the Roland Empire Reception Hall, Claugh and Noa wrap up their date. Claugh frets over being late, but Noa is understanding. Claugh jokes about women being strict, surprising Noa with his insight. Noa appreciates the evening, especially stargazing with Claugh. Suddenly, Noa finds the manor under attack, but remains silent to protect the hostages. Claugh hears her distress and rushes to her aid, saving her from harm. The attackers invoke Izuchi before Claugh defeats them.

So yeah, Claugh saved her twice and (spoilers) they have fourteen children by the end of it. All in good time; Claugh would put his life on the line for Lady Noa and whatever trouble she's in!

Example 3: Superheroes, Love Lives and Secret Identities

The fascinating world of superheroes! Superheroes are iconic characters who possess extraordinary abilities, skills, or powers that they use to protect the public and fight against evil. Romantic relationships add depth and complexity to superhero stories. These relationships often create tension between personal life and superhero duties. Many superheroes maintain secret identities to protect loved ones and keep their personal lives separate from their heroic endeavors.

Take Peter Parker/Spider-Man for instance, he struggles to maintain his superhero duties with his normal life. Same with Tony Stark/Iron Man, Clark Kent/Superman, Logan/Wolverine and many others share the same thing. With that being said; it can be complicated to let your loved ones know about your superhero double life, saving the world and all that jazz but if you have someone like Lois Lane, Mary Jane Watson or Steve Trevor then it's likely you got yourself a good partner.

So in conclusion; the inherent dangers of relationships, particularly in the context of individuals with high-stakes lives, such as superheroes and characters in fantasy narratives. While love can bring joy, it also exposes loved ones to significant risks, highlighting the complexities and challenges that arise when personal connections intersect with perilous circumstances.

[hezuart]

Ignoring everything about Helluva and Hazbin. Who would you say is your favorite character in both and what character are you most excited to see in Hazbin? For me my favorite characters are Blitz and Angel Dust, but I’m most excited to see Husk and what his deal is.

Before my disappointment in both series these two were my favs: Alastor. I liked that he seemed like a classic serial killer in some ways. He was charming and nice, but cruel and sadistic beneath the surface. It was sort of inferred he preyed on the innocent and tore to bigger bads to shreds. But part of him also was just some old fashioned guy into fashionable parties, old radio technology, and is an aro/ace rep. It left things open for interpretation. Maybe he just wanted to join Charlie to laugh at other people's failures. But also maybe he wants to protect a fresh talent; help Charlie realize her true potential and give into her demonhood instead of denying it. Maybe he sought validation for his misdeeds- that turning back was never an option despite perhaps secret regrets within. Maybe he wanted to interrupt the status quo, he knew Charlie was going to stir up chaos, everyone was already talking about her, she is a HUGE news sensation regardless of positive or negative, and that would be good for his radio business since he is in a big rivalry with Vox, the TV overlord. But also, perhaps, he was manipulating Charlie because he had a secret bigger goal, maybe trying to get to Lucifer or the throne. Maybe he's just securing more power for himself by associating with the King of Hell's daughter. There was just a lot of potential to his character.

~ As for Helluva, I think Stolas was my favorite. He was a posh, manipulative, selfish high-class demon with connections who cheated on his wife and kinda left his daughter (who he once cared deeply for) for some low-class asshole imp. The entire operation is an illegal power trade for sex. He's not only destroying his reputation amongst Hell, but he could also get all of Hell into trouble because IMP's carelessness- the video evidence of demons being real... he's violated the statute of secrecy and can have everything taken from him potentially. It's such high risk for little reward. Makes you wonder if he just got bored with his life, or was unhappy in his marriage but didn't feel like it was socially acceptable to divorce his wife and leave his kid. Just feels like whatever the case, it was a thrill for him. He hires Blitz as his "knight in shining armor" to "protect him" when he is literally a powerful demon that is so uninterested and unworried about demons attempting to kill him. It's all a fantasy. It's all fake. He never needed Blitz's protection (when he wants it anyway)

Until he started catching feelings over his fantasy Blitz, so he started asking him on dates only to get shut down. When Blitz finally asks him... he's ecstatic, only to realize they don't actually have any chemistry with each other. That Blitz actually only used him and didn't actually wanna go on a date with him. And then, Stolas finally realized he doesn't actually know who Blitz is outside of his current status as an assassin. The relationship is taboo and Blitz doesn't even seem to want him. Stolas realizes he gave up the life he had (a bad and boring one maybe) for a fantasy (not real) He's ruined everything. He isn't even aware that his wife is trying to get him assassinated. He isn't self-aware of his disrespectful manipulative classism that upsets Blitz so much. ("impish little plaything" / "Little ones") He isn't aware how much he's hurt his daughter and how much she blames him for everything since he would and has chosen Blitz over her. He isn't even aware that Blitz has legitimately protected him and has his own personal baggage with relationships that holds him back. The potential to see a prince and a pauper on-screen develop respect, go from fake one night stands to potential actual lovers... there's so much you can do with this.

Stolas was a pompous prince dethroned and turned humble by his misdeeds and mistakes. Unrewarded in his arc for change. Set up for destruction, set up for failure. He's a tragic character. The chaos his arc creates is so boundless and entertaining.

The potential behind these two, the initial set ups... who they are... what they could be... I loved it.

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The Queen To Your King - A Xyx Fanfic

You loved dates with your husband. You loved the way they all showed how much you cared for one another and gave you a sense of comfort no matter what it was. The banter was everything and the way this cheeky man could make you laugh so easily.

Today– or rather, tonight, it was simple. You got bowls of snacks and some sodas and juice. Xyx got your warmest, fluffiest blanket out. The two of you met back at the living room, well prepared for the night. You gave eachother soft smiles that turned into cheeky grins.

“Do we have everything we need?” You raise a brow.

“Doll, I don’t think we could possibly have anything more.” He teases, looking at all the snacks you set up.

You roll your eyes, the grin not leaving your face, “Hey! It’s Bluey night. Bluey night must always go perfectly.”

“My apologies.” Xyx says dramatically, “To compensate, I brought the world’s most coziest blanket and some tissues.” he puts the tissue box on the couch. Not the table. The couch. This man knew you well.

With a playful shove, you settled down beside him. He wrapped the blanket around you both, creating a cozy cocoon. You felt instantly warm and safe. I mean– why wouldn’t you? You snuggle closer, letting out a content sigh as you tucked your feet under the blanket.

The TV turned on, and you saw a familiar Australian blue heeler prancing across the screen. You couldn’t help but smile as Bluey and her family appeared. You hum the theme song as it plays.

You hear the episode name as it pops up on the screen, “Chest”. The screen shifts to the Heelers in the kitchen, where Chilli is cooking, Bluey is sitting and Bandit walking with a chess board.

Alright, here we go, Bluey." Bandit puts down and opens the chess board on the kitchen countertop. "I'm gonna teach you how to play Chess."

“What’s Chest?” The little heeler asks, making you and Xyx chuckle a bit. “Kids… So adorable” you smile. Xyx gives you a grin, “They’re cheeky, too. Don’t let the cuteness get to ya.”

The episode continues as poor Bandit tries teaching Bluey how to play. Bingo teams up with her. You can’t help but laugh as Bingo grabs a knight piece and names it “Gallahop” and Bluey calls hers “Daughter of Gallahop.” You also smirk at Xyx when Chilli teases Bandit about the Queen getting to move more than the King, whom he called ‘more important’.

Xyx raises a brow at you, “Love, what’s with the look? You know I know that the queen is so obviously the most important piece” he teases.

“You better know that. The king only moves one square.”

As you watch the movie, coming close to the end, Bandit moves the King from D8 to E7, eliminating Bluey and Bingo’s queen. You hear Bingo gasping, letting out a “my queen!” and Bluey saying “Oh no!”

“Not the queen!” you dramatically gasp, munching on a snack.

“Really, Bandit?” Chilli raises a brow.

"Ooh, it was the King who did the honours." he smirks.

“You know, Bandit reminds me of someone.” You say, looking at your husband, who was looking at you, smirking.

“Oh does he now? And who, pray tell, could that ‘someone’ possibly be?”

“Hmm… I might tell you after we watch this episode.”

"Mum! How do you beat Dad?" Bluey says, interrupting your banter. You and Xyx give eachother funny looks before looking back at the screen.

Chilli takes off her apron, “It’s easy, Bluey, I can beat him in four moves.”

“Here we go.” Bandit says.

“Go Chilli!” You yell. Meanwhile, your husband says “I reckon Bandit will win this one.”

“First, I move this guy here.” She moves her bishop on F1 to A6, eliminating a pawn.

You smirk at Xyx.

"Heh, great start." Bandit says, moving his pawn on B7 to A6, removing the bishop. "Doink."

Xyx gives you that same smirk, to which you reply by blowing a raspberry at him.

"Then, I move him, and ask, “Why do you want to teach the kids this game?”" she says, moving the Rook from A1 to C1, eliminating the Bishop.

You can see where this is probably gonna go, but you don’t say anything. Neither does Xyx.

Bandit plays his turn and Chilli continues, “And he answers, “Because smart people play chess.”

You smile, seeing Bingo take the chess pieces, clueless to what’s happening.

“"“And I want my kids to be smart.” Next move, I ask: “Why do you want the kids to be smart?”" she moves her piece.

“Heh, that’s a bad move” Bandit replies.

"This is what I'll say. “Right now, you kids are little prawns."” she says, moving the pawn piece on F7 to F8, “But one day you'll be queens”." and then she replaces the pawn with the Queen piece.

You take two tissues out, knowing you’ll probably need them.

Bandit removes the queen piece by moving the king piece from E7 to F8.

Chilli frowns a bit as she says the next few words, "“And I won't always be there to protect you, so you have to look after yourselves.”"

The screen switches to the board as they play.

““But I'm going to do whatever I can now to help you.”"

“Checkmate” Bandit murmurs.

“Cause he's a good king” she finishes. You hold Xyx’s hand, giving it a little squeeze as if you’re trying to tell him that.

"And you’re a good queen." he replies, looking at her. Xyx gives your hand that same gentle squeeze, like he’s trying to tell you that.

"But a lousy chess player."

"And you turned out fine."

You use your free hand to grab the tissue, wiping any possible tears.

"Work on the heads later, for now, just hearts." Chilli puts her arm around Bandit, and you do the same to Xyx.

The camera switches to Bluey and Bingo playing, ending with Bingo saying “First things first, you’re not dead, ok? You’re at a pool party! Yay!” It makes you chuckle. How oblivious these kids were to the heartwarming moment that just happened. That was kids for ya. Innocent and oblivious.

The episode ends, showing the end credits, with the King and Queen piece fading on the credits.

You smile at it before looking at Xyx, who was already looking at you.

“That was something, wasn’t it?” You say as your tissue falls.

“Yeah… It was.”

“It’s funny how a kids’ show can hit you right in the feels.”

“Right?" Xyx chuckles, "Who would’ve thought we’d be crying over a cartoon about dogs?”

“I mean– It’s not just any cartoon…” You smile, “They kind of make me think about us.”

Xyx raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk forming on his lips. “Oh really now? How so?”

You shifted a bit closer, the warmth of his body contrasting with the cool air. “Well, for one, Bandit and Chilli always support each other, even when things get messy.” You blush a little.

Xyx chuckles, “Fair. You were always there for me, through the rough patches and all.”

“Hey, you were there for me too. Give yourself some credit.”

“Yeah? Good to know I was your prince charming.” he smirks.

“You’re more like a goofball.”

“A charming, sexy goofball, doll.”

You let out a laugh, “You’re impossible.”

“Irresistable, more like it.”

You roll your eyes, “Yeah, sure.” you look at him again, your eyes looking sincere, “You know, I’m glad you stuck around.” Both of you knew what you were talking about. The day you were worried Xyx would leave the Blooming Panic server. He said he’d stick around, no promises. You were so, so glad he did.

The man looks at you, his eyes soften “You gave me a reason to, love”

He was giving you a new reason to tear up. The man sure had a way with words, didn’t he? He interlocks his fingers with yours, tightening his grip.

“You’d be a good dad and the best king.”

“You’d be a good mum and the best queen.”

The two of you look at eachother, squeezing your hands together as you lean in for a kiss. A magical kiss, but then again, aren’t they all?

The queen to his king