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luveline · 1 year

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Ok what about a lil fic of Remus being snappy with his gf leading up to the full moon? Just some angst and then fluffy ending with them reconciling

thank u for ur request! —remus says something he shouldn't before the full moon, and later campaigns for your forgiveness with affection and a confession. fem!reader, 1.2k

Remus lays on the couch with his forearm pressed to his eyes. It's the day before the full moon, and he feels the hours approaching like a death sentence every time. You hover in the doorway, watching, unsure of how to help. He gets the same every month (or rather, every cycle).

Irritable. So anxious he can't breathe properly, let alone enter conversation.

You hate seeing him like this. Your Remus, who spends every moment you're together trying to make sure you're as happy as you can be.

Cautious, you round the sofa to crouch by his face. You hold out your hand, trailing a gentle fingertip down the length of his arm, tripping over pinched skin ridged by scars. He's beautiful no matter what, but he gets insecure about how he looks every full moon. You know he thinks he's a monster. You've no way to prove it to him beyond this.

"Hey, handsome," you say softly. "I know you're not hungry, but I made dinner anyway if you feel up to it. And I know," —you drop your voice to a near whisper— "I know you're not in the mood, but I'm here. I can sit here and stroke your hair in silence all night if that's what you want, my love. I'll do whatever you want."

"Then leave me alone," he says.

Half snap, half firm defeat. You wince at the ire in his voice. It won't ever be nice to have someone you love speak to you like you're getting on their nerves, but you know what it is he's facing. You know this is hard for him to cope with. You can forgive him for everything if he makes it through this in one piece.

"Okay. I'm sorry. I love you, Remus."

He turns his head toward the sofa cushions.

You leave the room with a heavy heart. In the kitchen, you try to eat, but every mouthful makes you feel sick, your eyes welling with tears as you chew. You're hurt, he's hurting, and this really, really sucks.

The smell of dinner starts to amplify the nausea. You grab your plate and carry it to the back door, scraping your leftovers straight into the rubbish. You wash your plate and leave it to drip dry on the draining board, your eyes burning. You sniff, wiping your nose in your sleeve.

You're hoping desperately that Remus will come around before bed, but he stays where he is. Thinking he's finally found sleep and wanting to leave him to that blissful reprieve, you creep through the living room and down the hallway into the bedroom. Tears fall as you change into your pyjamas. You're so tired that you barely have time to cry yourself to sleep.

You're not sure how much longer it is when you wake. A familiar hand cups your cheek.

From the warmth of your skin, he's had his hand there for a while.

"I'm so sorry," Remus says.

You don't know how he knows you're awake. He must have been watching you long enough to spot the difference. Honestly, you're not sure you want to see him yet, because you love him so much, and it breaks your heart to be at the end of his disdain even when you know the cause.

You struggle to see him in the dark.

"I should never have spoken to you like that."

Your eyes close of their own accord, exhausted and sore from crying. "You didn't mean it."

"I wish you'd shout at me," he murmurs, sliding his hand over your ear. His thumb draws along the shell of your ear.

"I'm too tired," you mumble.

Remus' head shifts closer to yours. Sharing the same pillow, his hand falls to your shoulder, his arm wrapping around you, a firm bicep pressed to your front.

You let yourself lean into it. His breath warms the space between your brows.

"It's no excuse, but I… I can't think of anything else but the pain, sometimes. I get so angry about it, because I'm–" He stops short, swallowing audibly in the otherwise silent room. "I'm scared. But I would be a hundred times more terrified if I didn't have you, knowing you're there for me, unflinchingly, before and after it happens, it helps me get through it. It's not fair that you give me so much peace and I just…

"I'm sorry, dove. I don't mean to take advantage of your… heart." He says heart like he's been winded. He hadn't sounded finished, but everything stops at that word.

You force your eyes open. He's looking at you with an unspeakable amount of love, kind to keel you over if you were standing. His eyes are pitch black in the lack of light, irises melded with pupils, giving him an even sorrier gaze. You raise a sluggish hand to his where it rests behind your back and pull it back to your face. You miss his touch.

"I love you," you say.

"I know," he says, his jaw tensing in an attempt to stage off tears. "I love you, too." You watch them collect in the corners of his eyes, following one as it slides to rest in the dip of his nose bridge while he lies on his side like this.

"So don't be sorry."

"But I am sorry. I can't fathom why I think it's okay to treat you that way."

"You don't think at all, Remus. I'm not being flippant, but you're busy worrying about the worst of it." You shake your head gently. His hand twitches against your cheek. "I don't blame you."

"I know," he utters.

You stare up at him as he sits enough to tower over you. His smile is sorry, in love and ashamed. You want to tell him how it doesn't matter, that it's okay, but you're thinking maybe you need him to say it first.

"I'm sorry."

"Remus, you only told me to leave you alone."

"I need you to know that any other time, you're all that I want. You're everything. I couldn't ask for more than you. Please don't think I'm cruel," he pleads in a whisper.

You lift your chin incrementally. "I'd never think that."

His apology kiss is coddling. Like he's worried he'll hurt you, like he's holding back, he kisses you like you can't handle more than a chaste press of the lips.

"I love you," he says into it.

You lift your head to kiss him harder. You love him, and you won't break. You can be exactly as strong as he needs you to be, so long as love waits at the end of the night.

"I love you." A huff of a laugh escapes him. "Does this mean I'm forgiven?" Caution has his joke falling flat.

You nuzzle your cheek against his, knowing you'd forgiven him just as soon as he'd snapped. "If you let me stroke your hair. Did you eat your dinner?"

"I'll eat it tomorrow," he says. A white lie, you both know, but he slides down further under the sheets so you can reach his head.

You card your fingers through his hair until you've both fallen asleep.

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st4rrth0ughts · 4 months

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Hey!! I really lhcde all of your posts especially bodyguard reader x sub aven series, it made me go feral and scream like a monkey. Makes me think to stuffed him full until he carry our child

May I request a hc of pregnant aventurine if you don't mind, he will be the type of people that 24/7 needy

Let’s get into this FUCKKK

tw,cw: mpreg!!, afab! Aven, amab! gn! bodyguard! reader, self indulgent, FLUFFY domestic and married life, reader is described as muscular, NOT PROOFREAD, Aven's real name mentions! may not be accurate lol, lmk if i missed anything!

He's shocked. Staring at the test, he doesn't know how to feel, should he be upset? Happy? Oh Aeons, what's he going to say to you?

Of course, he loved you, he really, really did, but you were his bodyguard, surely you didn't want the burden of raising a child... right?

haha, wrong, he's stunned as he watches you as you practically, squealed, squealed, in pure joy as you dash over, picking him up and spinning him like a princess

Watching someone that was so muscular, cuddling him so tenderly and rubbing his belly, kissing his nape and soft skin, he was on the verge of tears.

For the next months, he didn't think he could, but damn it, he fell in love with you all over again. You did everything around the house for him, and treated him so gently.

Every morning, when he had his morning nausea, it was horrible, but you were always by his side, rubbing his back with your warm hands, and then cuddling and kissing him all over the place.

Whenever he had weird cravings, somehow, you'd be able to make it at home, and playfully feed it to him because he was too tired and drained. Not that he couldn't, of course, but still.

You did all the household chores, cleaning the dishes, cooking for both of you, making sure the house was in its best state, hell, you even dedicated the spare guest bedroom and converted it into a beautiful nursery.

You dealt with him even when he had horrid mood swings, from sobbing, to getting irritated with the smallest of things, you were there, taking his insults and comforting him when he was crying in your arms.

He finds himself much more needy and wanting your attention, more so than the first few years of your relationship, constantly burying his head in your back, chest, neck, anytime of the day, when your cooking, doing chores or filling in boring paperwork.

Every night, you would always hug him, kiss him, and take care of him, and rub his belly, whispering how you two would be such wonderful parents he thinks he won't be, and how your new child would be such a beautiful addition to your lives.

In the last few months during his pregnancy, you took extra care of him, getting a few more part time jobs so that you two would have enough savings to take care of the new life you would be taking care of in about a few month's time. (he insists that his money can handle everything and more, but you simply shushed him)

You always accompanied him everywhere, (not that you didn't before he got pregnant lol) to his doctor's appointments, when he had to attend urgent IPC meetings, and he swears that you were probably more emotional than him, you would get in a full blown fight with anyone who looked at him the wrong way.

Outside, you would hold his hand constantly, intertwining your ringed fingers, proudly showing everyone that he was your darling husband, and you always made it a point to kiss him when he least expected it, always getting a laugh when he squeaked and blushed.

His water broke suddenly, which sent both of you into a massive panic, luckily, the two of you were nearby a hospital, so you ended by driving him there yourself.

The delivery was difficult and painful, as it ended up with him having to give birth to twins, you were holding his hand as he squeezed it so hard it was almost painful, and he was sobbing throughout the process.

But seeing the two newborn babies, one girl and one boy, in his arms, Aeons, he couldn't help but cry as well. You were crying, and even the doctors were tearing up from how absolutely overjoyed you two were to have two children.

Now that he thought about it, he's pretty sure you cried more than him even though he's the one that gave birth

Anyways

You kissed them, held them, and gently cooed at the twins adorable expression, and held their tiny fingers with such love that he swears he'll fall in love with you again for the third time.

The girl had his dirty blond hair, but had your eye's beautiful shade, and the boy was vice versa. They looked like adorable angels.

Speaking of which, his heart melted while his next few hours were spent in the hospital, recovering in the soft pillows of the hospital bed.

You'd been fussing hard over him, being the one to feed him, take care of him, and being the one to rock your babies to sleep, while he himself fell asleep as well.

He wasn't expecting it, but he was shocked and touched that Ratio, Topaz and even the Trailblazer decided to visit, all of them congratulating you and him, and it was certainly one of the best times Kakavasha ever had in his life.

Topaz absolutely adored the twins, she was giggling and playing peekaboo with them, while ratio spent his session reading a children's book to their sleeping forms, and you had to refuse Trailblazer's thoughtful but rather unsanitary gift of trashcan salvaged items.

For the next months, it was bliss. Of course, it was tiring, having to take care of two new children, but honestly? Having a happy family with you and his beloved children, always by his side, he was sure the world seemed brighter than before.

A/n: Not my usual stuff as i rarely want to post actual writing of headcannons, but lmk how i did :))

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fraugwinska · 4 months

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Hey! Me again!

Could I get an Alastor x Female reader where she tells him she's pregnant, he's so stunned he thinks it a joke until she shows him the positive on the test and it shocks him to the core but after the initial shock he's overjoyed.

My dear jezebel <3 Thank you for being so patient! I took a few liberties from the ask, I really hope you don't mind! After a lot of rewrites and edits - I'm finally happy to share it with you! Thank you for the ask, my dearest! TW:Sickness&death-Light smut-Minors DNI-5.2k words

Autumn had always been your favorite season.

The most colorful of the four; from your bed you could always see various shades of red, orange, green and yellow, all mixed together to create a vibrant, warm impressionistic painting. Just looking at the bright shades outside had always made you smile.

There was also this peaceful ambiance around autumn that you could feel but not quite understand. Something so profound and yet ephemeral in a way.

"Should I close the window before I go?", Alice asked you, a sad smile on her face. Your favorite hospice nurse had spent her last shift before her holiday almost exclusively with you - somehow you both knew there wasn't much time left. The sickness that ate away at your body was unforgiving - you knew it was simply a matter of days now, and even that was generous. Alice must've sensed it, too.

"No, no.", you replied with a warm smile. "Leave it open. The night nurse can close it later."

Alice nodded, said her goodbyes and gave you a kiss on the head before exiting the room, carefully closing the heavy wooden door with a thud of painful finality. Breathing had become painful lately, but despite the sting you inhaled deeply, just to burn the smell of bristle leafs and warm wood into your memory. Right next to the memory of him.

Alastor.

Summoning him hadn't been easy, especially since you were bedridden and almost constantly monitored. Not only did you have to take special care of choosing the right night to be left unsupervised - you had to bribe Alice and make her believe it was her own idea to give you a few hours to be on your own, which you claimed to need desperately. The internet had been your biggest friend in the weeks before, preparing - you had used the time you had at your disposal to research on shady websites and occult forums who to summon, how to do the ritual and, in case he said no, which bargain to offer. And you chose Alastor.

It was the name that spoke to you the most - Unusual. Mature. Vintage. Mysterious. Powerful and yet gentle, in it's own way. 'Mans defender'. 'Avenger'. The more you read about him on dubious servers and obscure wiki's, the more you were sure it should be him. Still able to use your hands back then, in the chosen night you managed to follow all of the instructions perfectly, even while bound to your bed. When the living shadow appeared out of nowhere, twisting and contorting into the shape of a tall, handsome, dapper dressed demon, the tiny handheld radio you had in your hands slid from your weakened grip and your heart skipped a beat. As he stepped nearer, the perceived humanity of his appearance disappeared before your eyes - long, black fingers ending in red talons, small antlers sitting in between fluffy crimson-colored ears, razor-sharp teeth and blood-red irises shining with curiosity. He stopped just a foot away in front of your bed. As he began to talk, to introduce himself - as though being summoned by gravely sick human women were the norm - you stopped him with a raise of your hand, the action draining your already weakened body and mind.

"I know who you are. Alastor, the Radio Demon."

"My reputation precedes me, then!", he chimed, his voice pointed, melodic and so enchantingly and contradictorily full of life. His whole posture, his devious smile and the way his eyes glinted in the dim moonlight made it very clear that he was a dangerous creature, and yet, you felt strangely at ease.

"So, to what do I owe the pleasure of this summoning, my dear?"

You swallowed hard, knowing full well that if you wanted him to accept your deal, you needed to choose your words carefully.

"I... I am dying."

Alastor's grin twitched, but he said nothing, only tilted his head and waited for you to continue, hands folded behind his back.

"I've been sick my whole life, I...", you felt the need to explain, so that your offer wouldn't sound so... well, pitiful.

"Ever since I was born, I have been bound first to my crib, then to a bed, the hospital and now this hospice. I have never been allowed or even able to go to school, or make friends, or just... do things that children ought to do. Even though my life was always going to be short lived."

You could feel tears forming in your eyes, but blinked them away - you didn't want to cry in front of him, you felt pathetic as you were already. "I missed out on every milestone, every first experience a girl should have. First trip to a park, first day at school, first friend, first kiss, first... everything. And I'll miss out on so many more. I just want to have one normal thing, one 'first' before I die. One memory of a real and happy experience. Of something good."

"And what, pray tell, would that be?", he asked, a brow raised, his smile growing wider. He could probably hear the beating of your heart as you took a deep breath. This was it. Now or never.

"I want to lose my virginity."

The silence following your calmly stated confession was so thick that you could cut it with a knife. It took a while for Alastor to say something.

"Oh my, you really don't mince words, do you, darling?"

You shook your head.

"I have no time to waste. Every second counts."

"Believe me, little one, I'm quite... flattered that you'd go through the trouble of a summoning ritual for this... let's call it: venture. But... why me? Aren't there any men up here you would rather be with?"

"Have you looked at me?", you laughed bitterly. "I'm a sick, dying 20-something in a hospice bed. No man would ever so much as touch me. If I'd even get to meet anyone, since I can't get out of this bed anymore without a nurse. I have nothing to offer a partner anymore. No beauty, no future, not even money. I have only my soul. Please."

The last word came out as a whisper. Alastor's eyes glowed red in the growing darkness, his grin ever-present. He seemed to consider it for a moment, the sound of humming static the only sound in the room and you feared he might reject you.

"If I were to agree, would you truly be willing to pay the price for it? Your soul, darling, is a very precious thing. Do you know the implications of it's loss?"

You nodded.

"Yes. You can have it. It's not worth anything anyway."

Alastor stepped forward, his eyes locked with yours. He didn't sit down on the bed, instead he stood right beside you, bending over until his face was just inches from yours, the back of his hand lightly brushing your fringe out of your face. You could feel the heat radiating off his body, the scent of blood and something earthy, like wet soil or moss. He smelled like a forest in autumn.

"It is worth quite a bit, actually. More than you can imagine, I'd wager.", his voice was quiet, almost unfiltered and utterly beautiful. "But I can see you are dead set on it - Pardon the wordplay."

His sharp claw pressed into your skin, eliciting a gasp. He followed the curve of your cheek to your chin, lifting it to better access the side of your neck, just under your jaw. Your skin broke out in goosebumps because for the first time in your life, you felt a touch that was not clinical, not meant to treat you or wastefully bide you more time. This touch was gentle and purposeful. Sensual, maybe. A soft sigh escaped you against your will.

Alastor let out a hum that was not entirely unhappy, before bringing his face dangerously close to yours. You could feel the ends of his fluffy hair tickling your face, the tip of his nose lightly brushing against your skin.

"A happy memory, you say. One satisfying experience in return for your soul. I am certainly not usually known for my kindness, dear.", he muttered against the skin of your cheek, before turning towards your lips. So close. Your heart was beating as loud and as fast as it could, making you dizzy. "But I think we have ourselves a deal."

The golden hour has passed, turning bright orange light into fading blue to black. And the air was turning colder. The memory of that night was the only thing you thought about as you slowly felt death approaching.

The way his lips felt against your mouth, his tongue and the sweet taste he left on your lips that still lingered whenever you ran yours across them, recalling the sensation just once more. He had been gentle, patient, always asking and never assuming or forceful. He made sure you were comfortable before exploring you, careful in the places he touched, mindful in tasting you, praising you for the sounds you made. He allowed you to do your share of exploring, too, and although he wasn't human you found his body still wonderfully, beautifully male, no matter his thin, soft taupe fur and his many, shimmering scars. The memory of the moment when he had finally filled you, tender and slow, was as much sweet pain as it was blissful pleasure, and you found solace in his warmth and the steady, rhythmic pace of him moving inside you as you spilled his name, over and over again until he spent himself inside you, bodies deeply connected. It was hard for you to believe that all of it had been actually true, and not just one big fever dream your dying mind had cooked up to send you off gently when Alice woke you from your sleep later that night, wondering aloud why you didn't turn off the little, handheld radio on the floor that was still playing soft jazz music.

But the little, red and blue marks on your collarbones and the one red-and-black strand of hair you had found on your pillow were telltale signs that everything had been indeed real, and you made sure every detail was etched into your heart, into your body and into your skin. It was, and would remain forever, the happiest moment of your entire life.

'I hope my soul is worth enough...' you thought as the coldness finally embraced you, tears running freely down your cheeks now, but the smile on your face was wide and warm, and the last thing you heard before falling into your final sleep was the gentle hum of a breeze that brought in the smell of earth and rain and leaves.

Alastor had no need for sleep. He usually didn't spend his nights sitting in his favorite chair, motionless, listening to music. He was far too busy, too full of life and plans and energy to sit around and just wait for morning. And yet, there he was, sitting and brooding for the last month, every night, his ears tuned in on the low, static-y noise coming from the old-fashioned radio he was holding. A radio eerily similar to hers.

'How did it come to this?', he wondered for the thousandth time, like a broken record. 'Why did I do it?'

He couldn't fathom the reason for his actions that night, why he had given in to the strange, frivolous request of the frail young woman. Why he had agreed to take her virginity, of all things, in exchange for her soul. Granted, she wasn't the first to offer him that, not by far. But usually, the soul was the last thing a sinner offered, after a great many things of lesser value had been already offered and declined in return. It was, in essence, the most desperate measure, taken only by those who had nothing else to lose.

And yet, she had promised him her soul in the very beginning, treating it not as a valuable bargaining chip, but as an expendable object. A thing without use or worth. He didn't know what had intrigued him so much that night. She had been sickly and fragile, her skin almost translucent in the pale light, and yet there was a spark in her eye. Determination, maybe. Her voice had been strong, if quiet, and her smile, although sad, was still familiarly bright. The way she spoke and her body language had made it clear that she had been not as much afraid of him, despite her frail and vulnerable position, as she had been anxious about his response. She was clearly clever and resolute, despite her lack of personal experience. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to follow through the summoning ritual.

"I have nothing to offer a partner anymore. No beauty, no future, no money. O only have my soul. Please."

He couldn't remember a single instance where someone had begged him with the simple word please and he gave into it. And yet, he had accepted her plea - The whole of her soul, in exchange for a meager, single moment of ridiculous passion. The mere thought had repulsed him before: Body on body, blunt thumps of fleshes, debauched obscenities... it was something that had never held his interest. He felt like it was something unrefined and animalistic, something he had always regarded as unnecessary and obsolete. Until then.

Her body had responded so eagerly, so sensitive, so ready to his touches. It had been clear she hadn't lied about her virginity, and yet her eagerness, her fearlessness had surprised him. Acting solely based on instinct and the morals he was brought up with, no real experience of his own himself, he had tried to be as careful and gentle as he could, and somehow, her inexperience had made it... easier. She was not expecting anything in terms of skill, and thus he had to guide her through the process, allowing him to set the pace and giving him ample time to react to her reactions. Sweet gasps, subtle tremors, faint flushes - all of which had told him how she had felt, what had been pleasurable and what had been uncomfortable. He had been able to take his time and make sure she enjoyed herself. It had been fascinating and even... pleasurable for him, too.

Despite the obvious pain, she had kept her eyes open, watching his face intently as they connected. He had felt the warmth and the tension around him, and her little, breathy gasps had been such pleasant sounds that when she had finally found her release, it had triggered his own, foreign as it had been. She had sighed his name in pure bliss, and in that moment he had felt as powerful and as satisfied as the night he had gained his title as Radio Demon.

And when the deed had been done, the girl had smiled so serenely, he was sure he had rarely ever seen anything that could rival her in beauty.

Alastor shifted uncomfortably at that thought, trying to will away the memory and the sensation that the mere thought of her smile invoked.

It had taken a few minutes, but eventually he had collected himself and put his clothes back on. Her eyes had followed him, the spark back in them and even brighter than before, her smile not faltering even when her tired lids had drooped down, slowly lulling her to sleep. Alastor had stood there, in the small, plain hospice room, watching her for a while, a strange feeling in his chest. The deal hadn't been solidified by a handshake, her soul not yet firmly bound to him and the contract void if not officially sealed, but he couldn't bring himself to wake her. Something had stopped him.

The memory of her face, pale and beautiful, smiling so peacefully even in her slumber, made the corners of his lips twitch. She would've made a magnificent addition to his collection of souls. And yet, and yet... He had decided then and there that her soul would find its way to him, eventually. But not through the proposed deal. So, he had left, the exchange unfulfilled, the pact broken, turning on the small radio she had let slip onto the floor just as he heard her caretaker returning to check on her.

'Oh, how the mighty have fallen.', he mused bitterly, a small laugh escaping his lips.

"Alastor?"

Charlie's voice was a mix of concern and curiosity, muffled by the thick, wooden door of his room. She sounded worried, probably wondering why he had excused himself from the hotel's interactions more and more for the past weeks. He was about to ignore her, not in the mood to talk to anyone, especially not her, persistent thing that she was, but when her soft knock followed her call, his smile widened tightly and his eyes flashed red.

"Charlie, dear, I'm afraid I'm not available at the moment.", he called out, his tone a bit sharper than usual.

"Sorry, but...", the princess sounded hesitant, and he could hear her shuffle awkwardly outside. "It's just... There is someone in the lobby, wanting to speak to you. It seems... important."

He got up from his chair with an annoyed sigh and switched off the radio, straightened his clothes and smoothed out his hair and bow tie with one swipe. Whatever business matter was brought forward, Alastor didn't feel like discussing it. The smile he wore was razor sharp and dark, a result of his annoyance and brooding mood, and yet he couldn't bring himself to feign his cheery personality just quite yet. Maybe this mystery visitor would be a suitable punching bag to let off some of that steam.

When Alastor finally opened the door and walked down to the lobby next to a flustered looking Charlie, his breath hitched involuntarily and he froze mid-stride. Charlie stumbled at the sudden lack of motion next to her, the deafening static sound and the chime-like tuning of a radio startling her so much she flinched away from him.

"H-Hey Al!?", she called in shock, "Are you okay?"

He didn't move, didn't even react - his attention was solely focused on the figure standing at the front-desk, who, just a moment ago, had talked to Husker before turning around upon hearing him.

Hell kept her skin white and almost translucent in it's spite, but granted her soft, shimmering silvery fur in it's mercy. Her frame wasn't thin and frail anymore, she looked plush and healthy, soft curves where there had been nothing more than skin and bone before. Keeping almost all of her human features intact, the small, round ears protruding from her hair, the pink-tipped nose and the long and slender tail were definitely characteristics of a dormouse, their ends almost silver and soft-looking. Her eyes were of the same gentle color that he remembered, and when her lips spread into a sad, tender smile his breath was stolen away completely.

It was the same smile. The very one he hadn't been able to purge from his mind, and most likely never would.

"Alastor."

The sound of her voice, quiet and melodic as it had been weeks before, felt like an invisible touch that pulled the air out of him. Not enough to suffocate him, but he was still reeling none the less.

"So you finally succumbed, it seems..."

His usual bravado was absent, his voice lacked it's sharp, jovial tone, sounding more like he was actually talking. Charlie could do little more but watch with widened eyes, seemingly unable to fathom the scene right in front of her.

"What are you talking about, Alastor? How do you know...", the princess spoke carefully and uncertain, her eyes wandering from one demon to another, but she was quickly interrupted, not by him, but by...

"It's a long story better told another time, Miss Charlie.", she said with a genuine smile on her face, still not able to take her eyes off Alastor. She took a few tentative steps towards him, careful, but certain in her movement, a confidence about her that hadn't been there before. Her head tilted in an enigmatic way and she spoke again, this time solely directed at him.

"I'm truly sorry to impose. But I was hoping we could talk... privately."

Alastor nodded mutely, not able to think clearly, before taking a deep breath and straightening his back to tower over her once again. Husk seemed to notice his shift in composure, raising a brow when he passed him by on his way back behind the bar, noticing the strangely satisfied looking smile on Alastor's face that was as unnerving and frightening as always, but with a different tint that even Husk must've trouble placing guessing by the suspicious look that fell over the cat's face.

"Of course, my dear, my office will suffice. If you'll excuse us, Charlotte? We'll be only a short while."

He didn't wait for her response but took his guest by her arm and guided her past an astonished Husk and clearly confused Charlie, leading the girl down the hall and to his office, the air between them thick with something undefinable, and neither of them dared to speak until the heavy mahogany door fell shut, effectively cutting off all outside interference.

Her cheeks were flushed when she stepped closer towards him. The tips of his claws brushed against her fringe, following the curve of her soft ear, across the back of her delicate neck to pluck a strand of her hair, pulling it towards him and running the silky fiber between two fingers and over the pad of his thumb, bringing it to his lips with a deep, pleased inhale.

She looked up at him, her smile shy but hopeful.

"You remember me.", she said with a chuckle, her voice a bit higher, her ears twitching and her tail swaying behind her, showing her emotions all too easily. Alastor nodded, not letting go of her hair just yet.

"How could I not, dear. It's not common for me to leave a contract unsettled, you know."

"I had a feeling that might've been the case, since it took me so long to find you.", she said quietly. "So, my soul..."

"... is still yours, yes."

She wasn't looking at him, directly. Her gaze went over his suit, to his hands and cane, then back to the floor.

"Why?", she asked, a hint of confusion and hurt in her voice, her silken hair slipping from his fingers.

"Why didn't you claim it? You had every right, after all. I offered, you agreed and..."

Alastor didn't speak, couldn't speak. The answer was right on the tip of his tongue, and yet he wasn't sure if he wanted to share it. It felt... strange, and foreign, and not quite comfortable. But it was undeniably true, now - with her in front of him - clearer than any time in the last weeks in his chair, each night, in front of the fireplace.

He wanted her. Not just her soul. Her. So, he settled on silence and a half-truth, instead.

"It wasn't the right time, dear."

Her face turned to him, her eyes searching his. He felt exposed, like her eyes were piercing him.

"And now...?"

"That remains to be seen. Why are you here?", he countered, stepping back to put a more comfortable distance between them.

"I came to see you, because..." She swallowed hard, and Alastor watched her throat, the soft swell of her breasts under her modest blouse, the slight rise of her belly. "When I arrived in hell, I felt... weird. I thought it was because of all the changes, this new body and... generally being here. But it didn't go away, this.... feeling. I made friends with a lovely imp couple, they took me in after I fell. The wife, Millie, took me to a doctor because she got worried when I couldn't stop throwing up..."

Her face grew hot, a flush spreading across her cheeks, her ears folding back against her head.

"Alastor, I'm pregnant."

A loud bang rang through the hallway as Alastor dropped his cane and a deafening feedback noise filled the room. For the first time in what must have been decades, his face betrayed him completely, the smile ripping at the sewn edges as it dropped violently. He felt dizzy and his head was spinning.

"Impossible.", he breathed, the word almost getting stuck in his throat. The very notion was ridiculous, unheard of - clearly that must be a crude joke. Alastor started to laugh, though sounding not as amused and booming as he would've hoped, but more hysterical than anything else.

She stayed silent, looking at him with sad, but serious and almost pleading eyes as the truthfulness of her confession began to sink in and his laughter slowly died. He took a tentative step forward, a million questions running through his head, the sheer amount overwhelming his usually so precise mind.

"So, a month ago, it...", he stopped, feeling the corners of his mouth pull wider.

"...yes. The doctor told me there are only a handful similar cases like this known since hell was created... The circumstances are 'too specific' and it normally takes a vast amount of intimate interactions' between a hellbound sinner and a living, fertile human he said... Seems like you knocked me up with one round, buster." She wrung her hands, her smile forced and unsure. "Listen, Alastor... I know it sounds impossible. I mean, I couldn't believe it at first when he told me so I understand you can't, too... but I don't expect anything, I really don't. I just... I wanted to see you again, and-and you deserve to know, and..."

"Darling, hush.", Alastor interrupted, a sense of clarity taking hold of his chaotic mind. He had never felt a desire for a family, not in his lifetime nor in his death. Partners were liabilities and a distraction, relationships nuisances if they strayed beyond the borders of business or at the very most friendly aquaintances. He had no need for things like these in the past, looking down on people desperate to seek out partners, claiming to be lonely when in truth they were just weak or simply starving for a touch of the 'opposite sex' to make up for their own inadequacy.

Now, faced with the reality of fatherhood in a matter of minutes and the prospect of his life being bound to another - one who, undoubtedly, bore his child, no less - Alastor would be lying if he had claimed a part of him didn't absolutely reel at the prospect. A responsibility greater than his own had just fallen into his lap - a vulnerability he never asked for and certainly didn't expect.

But.

A part of him would come into the world, no matter whether it would look human, or demonic like him, or whatever strange combination of them both: This child would be proof of him. Him, not anyone else. There would be a person dependent on him for guidance and protection, a legacy he would be allowed to leave, a lineage that could one day claim that he, Alastor, had been the founding cause. His legacy. His blood and his seed had created another being against all rules and logic, an offspring, maybe a girl, maybe it would resemble him, or her, or even... his mother.

Despite the incredulity and the sheer panic the revelation brought, the longer he looked at the tiny dormouse in front of him, the more he realized how similar her traits were to his own mother's. Soft, but determined. Sad, but brave. Young but aged.

No, this hadn't been just some fleeting fling - Alastor had to believe in fate, given what she told him. There had been a reason why he didn't seal the deal that night. Why he had agreed to her request so easily. The more Alastor thought about the potential of a shared offspring, along with a loyal partner on his side, about the what-ifs and could-bes, the more appealing and pleasant the future appeared. She was carrying a being he created, one that had his essence – All the more stronger his grin widened, stretching so far it caused his cheeks to ache, but his blooming glee knew no bounds. He saw, to his own surprise, not a weakness or vulnerability.

But his greatest achievement.

With a laugh, this time sincere and booming and loud instead of hysterical, he picked her up on her waist, knocking the air out of her in a gasp, and swung her around several times.

"O-oh! Oh my goodness!", she stuttered, eyes wide and brows furrowed. "Alastor, calm down!"

"Oh, no no no, I simply can't! Dear, do you have any idea what a marvel you have wrought!?", he exclaimed in delight, setting her back down and bringing both hands up to her cheeks. "We've created a magnificent abomination!"

Her head shook as she chuckled, still nervous but with an edge of relief in her voice. "That's certainly one way of saying it. But... are... are you saying that... you are okay with it? That you..."

"What, dear?", he cooed, her big eyes shining hopefully as her ears twitched curiously. His chest swelled with affection, and he gently squeezed her cheeks between his hands.

"Does a daddy on your side scare you, darling?"

"N-No-oh."

The title invoked a peculiar reaction, and he made a mental note to use it again soon enough, as her cheeks flushed in a dusty rose. Alastor felt an unfamiliar and somehow primal pleasure at the sight of it, a surge of happiness in his chest, the warmth of it nearly too much. He pulled her face against his, smothering her with a kiss. He wasn't familiar with such embraces, but she felt like she was specifically molded to fit perfectly into him, her ears flicking with every beat of her racing heart.

There were tears welling in her beautiful eyes, and as he kissed her cheeks and brushed them away with his thumbs. Oh yes, Alastor was filled with a new kind of giddy excitement.

"Come on, dear, let's not waste time to spread the good news!", he exclaimed, unable to reign his euphoric mood, and before she could comment on his actions, he reached out and lifted her over his shoulder in one fluid movement, ignoring her startled squawk. The look of utter bewilderment on her face almost made him break out into more laughter, but he was already out the door, ready to take his child's mother, who was, without a doubt in his mind, bound to him forever with a force much stronger than any deal he could've made, downstairs to tell the news to his fellow friends, who would have no choice but to learn what a truly dangerous deal looked like.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #alastor #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel fanfiction #fraugwinskawrites #charlie morningstar #hazbin husk #habin hotel #soft alastor #hazzbin pregnancy #quickfic

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babyleostuff · 1 year

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your smile | JEON WONWOO

summary | reading date with wonwoo in the comfort of your shared apartment

genre | fluff

word count | 871

pairing | jeon wonwoo x gn!reader

"What should we listen to?" Wonwoo asked right as you walked into the living room with a book in your hand.

"Whatever you feel like. I chose last time." A moment later soft tunes of your favorite album started playing, and along with the LED lights and a couple of candles it only added to the cozy feeling your shared apartment had.

This little act of your boyfriend - putting the music he knows you like, even though it's his turn to choose, puts a small smile on your face, making you even happier than you already were.

Having an afternoon for yourselves, not worrying about work or any chores, you both decided to have a stay at home date, with food and books.

Wonwoo already had his gaming live today at the company, so you didn't have to worry about your boyfriend bailing on you mid chapter and gaming his ass off until dawn, which was always a nice thing.

"Do we have everything?" he wondered, taking a seat next to you on the big sofa, which was now covered with fluffy blankets and lots of pillows.

"I'm just going to grab something to drink, so we don't have to get up later. Oh, and we need chopsticks. Anything else?"

"I don't think so,"

"Okay, I'll be right back."

As much as you loved going out with Wonwoo, exploring the city, going to nice restaurants or simply taking a casual stroll by the Han river, nothing would ever top your at home dates.

Being both so comfortable with each other - no fancy clothes, no makeup, no pressure to look your best and no stressing about being recognised by other people. You could savor the comfortable silence, each with a separate book and your feet in his lap.

A barefaced Wonwoo with his glasses and an oversized t-shirt was just a bonus to all of this. He's really the definition of boyfriend material.

While in the kitchen, beside drinks and chopsticks you grabbed extra snacks for Wonwoo, as he always likes to have something to munch on while reading. In addition you also grabbed an apple juice box, one of the many sitting in your refrigerator.

Quickly making your way back to the living room, you couldn't help, but admire your boyfriend for a second. He was sitting comfortably under one of the many blankets, his glasses at the tip of his nose while he was smiling at something on his phone.

Seeing him so happy was like a cup of tea on a winter morning. Without a doubt, him smiling was the best thing in the world and seeing him do it so often in these past months was the biggest dream come true.

He is one of the strongest people you know, but even he couldn't always hide his sadness and pain, so seeing him getting his happiness back is everything you could've asked for.

"Everything alright?" suddenly you were pulled back to reality, by Wonwoo's gentle voice, that so often lulled you to sleep.

"Yeah, just zoned out a little. Here, your gummies," you handed him all of his snacks along with a water bottle and a set of chopsticks.

"When did you get them? They weren't there in the morning."

"I saw you eating them in your live today," you explained. "So, I decided to buy some. You always like to snack when you're reading and gaming."

Wonwoo usually saw himself as a very stoic person, who was good at controlling his emotions, but you always proved him wrong.

His gaze turned to the softest expression known to mankind and he couldn't help himself but kiss the side of your head in a loving manner as a thank you.

Not being able to resist your boyfriend's sweet action, you put your hand at the back of his head, running your fingers through his short hair, that made him look so adorable when not styled.

"How much of the book do you have left?" he asked, as you both snuggled under the warm blankets.

"I think I'll finish tonight."

"Will your next book be a little bit more, how to say, intellectual?"

"Jeon Woonwoo, stop making fun of my book," you laughed and hit his arm repeatedly, though you doubted he felt anything.

"Not my fault my childhood was based on Wattpad, you dumbass." He laughed and shook his head in a playful manner.

"Sorry not everyone can be as smart as you, Mr. I-know-it-all. " you huffed, putting your bookmark at the coffee table. Not saying anything more, he simply put his arm around you, pulling you closer to his side.

Moments like these made you feel so safe and loved. Wonwoo may not be the most outspoken person when it comes to his emotions, but he never made you doubt yourself in any way.

Everywhere you went, you knew you could always count on him, he was there to keep you safe, protected and happy. The simple touches and small acts of service was all you needed.

So, as you both sit in the living room, each of you in a different fictional world, keeping each other warm, you knew that this was how you'd like to spend the rest of your life.

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pomefioredove · 4 months

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angelum

summary: morally insecure reader type of post: fic characters: rollo additional info: romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu, yuu is at nbc now, hurt/comfort, a little fluffy, extremely self indulgent, rollo is ptsd coded as per usual

Perhaps he didn't know you as well as he thought.

But then again, perhaps he didn't want to.

Rollo had become accustomed to the comfortable home you had made yourself within his mind, warm and comforting and far, far away from the dark crevices he worked so hard to stave off.

It mirrored reality, in a sense; he saw it as his duty to keep you safe and away from all the evils of the world, the magic and sin and those who would lead you astray... some days, he felt that he could shrug the rest of his life off his shoulders and solely devote himself to your keeping. Others, he was bothered by nasty thoughts of doubt, those that told him he was only doing to you now what he couldn't have done all those years ago.

Rollo kept himself occupied enough to avoid thinking about it too much.

He did not see a reason to tell you of his mission, of course. You- pure, perfect, untainted by the sins of this world- wouldn't understand. No one would. But you never questioned it, either. Most days, you were simply happy to be treated well (the implications of which he did not want to dwell on; Rollo had made himself a promise not to pry too much about your experience at Night Raven College).

Always so grateful. So kind. Too kind, sometimes, that it caught him off guard. Rollo had not had a friend since...

...Never mind, that.

So perfect. So pure. Everything he could ever aspire to be, but never would, all captured in one person. An angel sent for him, and him alone.

But just as there were things you wouldn't understand about him, there was a sea of mysteries about you.

He can't imagine how you could cause yourself such grief.

Delicately holding your face between his hands, palms gently pressed to each wet, salty cheek, as if you were made of porcelain. He wipes away your tears with his thumbs, not bothering to pull away to retrieve his handkerchief. He can't even think of that right now. Seeing you in such pain is tearing him into halves.

"I'm a bad person,"

"No," he says, almost immediately. His voice sounds more desperate than he would have liked. He can't help it.

"I am,"

He had already spent thousands of nights wishing for some miracle that could heal unseen wounds, but that desire had become stronger than ever now. He would have gladly torn his heart out of his chest and given it to you if it would help.

He hates it. He hates that you make him feel this way. He hates himself for caring so deeply.

Yet, he still can't hate you.

Never you.

"You're not," he insists. "Tell me what's happened. I will make it better."

You don't respond, and it kills him. However you managed to get such an awful idea about yourself, he can't say. Perhaps it came from Night Raven College. Perhaps it's even older than that.

It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter, because it is not true.

It's not true.

After all, if you are a bad person, then what does that make him?

You avoid his eyes. "You can't," there's long pause to take a shaky breath. "You can't make it better. I've tried... I've been trying... it doesn't go away. It's like... I've been shattered into a million pieces, and I can't be put back together again."

Rollo winces, though he doesn't show it on his face.

There are these things you do, these brief moments, soft exchanges of words, certain looks on your face, that remind him all too much of himself.

He pities you. He pities himself.

"Stop it," is all he can think to say. "Do not say such things about yourself. You are not broken. You are not evil. Do you think I would dirty myself by associating with such people?"

You're quiet for a long moment. He does not like the silence, so he keeps talking.

"I cannot address what you won't tell me, thought you should know that no matter what you were told at Night Raven College or elsewhere, here, you are valued. You are wanted. You are the most..."

Rollo hesitates for a moment, taking but a second to compose himself and rephrase whatever it was he was about to say.

"...the most exceptional student I have ever met. Your humility is honorable, but I will not allow you to drown in it. Let yourself feel this, recover, but know that here, at Noble Bell, you are nothing less than an angel."

Failing to find anything else to say, another long silence is cast over the room, though this one significantly less tense than the last. The only noise between the two of you is of crackling fire, though it sounds miles away when he looks at you like this.

Eventually, you speak. "...Thank you,"

"My pleasure," he mumbles, finally releasing the hold he's had on your face for the past several minutes and leaning back to get a better look at you. "...Let me help."

He sits a little closer, bringing your head to rest on his shoulder as he's done a thousand times before within the private confines of his room. Though, this time feels...

The purple and gold of his handkerchief cloud your vision as he gently dabs at your tears until he's satisfied, which he marks with a soft hum.

"Don't get up yet," he says after, allowing you to lean against his body for much longer than he has before. "The fire is still warm."

#twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #queued #rollo flamme x reader

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hd-junglebook · 5 months

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My Sunshine

Part 3

Warnings : kissing, pregnancy, sex (briefly), fighting, angry Jack! also not proofread so enjoy!

a:n Idk when I'll start on part 4 since I want to finish it's always been you, but I hope you guys like this one, cause I sure did. lmk what you think guys. pretty fluffy.

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summary: The clock is ticking for how long she can keep a secret. Enjoy y/n and Jack indulging in each other in more way than one ;)

Word Count - 5538

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15:23pm

Two months later…

She lay back on the exam table, the cool gel on her exposed belly sending a shiver down her spine. Heather sat beside her, holding her hand as the ultrasound technician moved the transducer over Y/N's stomach.

"There's your baby," the technician said with a smile, pointing to the screen. "Everything looks great. The heart rate is strong, and the baby is measuring right on track."

Y/N felt tears spring to her eyes as she stared at the grainy image of her child. She squeezed Heather's hand, a wave of emotion washing over her.

"Do you want to know the sex?" the technician asked, glancing between Y/N and Heather.

Y/N hesitated, biting her lower lip. She had been torn about whether or not to find out, but in the end, she had decided to wait. "No, I don't think so. I want it to be a surprise."

Heather's eyes widened, and she turned to Y/N with an incredulous look. "What? But how will we plan the baby shower? We need to know if we should buy pink or blue!"

Y/N laughed, shaking her head. "We can do a gender-neutral theme, Heather. It's not a big deal."

Heather pouted, but then her face lit up with an idea. "Okay, how about this? You don't find out, but I do. That way, I can plan the shower and keep it a secret from you."

Y/N considered the idea for a moment, then nodded. "Okay, that works. Just don't slip up and tell me, okay?"

Heather grinned, making a zipping motion over her lips. "My lips are sealed."

The technician smiled, handing Y/N a towel to wipe off the gel. "I'll just write it down and give it to your friend, then. Congratulations, by the way. You're going to be a great mom."

Y/N felt a warmth spread through her chest at the words. "Thank you. I can't wait to meet this little one."

As they walked out of the doctor's office, Heather looped her arm through Y/N's, a mischievous glint in her eye. "So, when are you going to tell Jack about the baby? He's going to be so excited!"

Y/N's steps faltered, and she looked away, avoiding Heather's gaze. "I don't know. I'm just not ready yet."

Heather stopped walking, turning to face Y/N with a serious expression. "Y/N, you can't keep this a secret from him forever. In five months, you're going to have a baby, and he deserves to know."

Y/N sighed, running a hand through her hair. "I know, I know. I just... I'm scared, Heather. What if he doesn't want this? What if he leaves me?"

Heather's expression softened, and she pulled Y/N into a hug. "Oh, honey. Jack loves you. He's not going to leave you, no matter what. And if he does, I'll kick his ass myself."

Y/N laughed, wiping away a stray tear. "Thanks, Heather. You're right. I need to tell him. I'll do it soon, I promise." Heather nodded in response, squeezing Y/N's hand.

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18:03pm

Y/N marked another X on the calendar, her hand instinctively moving to her slightly rounded belly. At 19 weeks pregnant, her bump was still small, and she had managed to keep her pregnancy a secret from most people, including Jack.

As she settled onto the couch, Y/N groaned as another wave of cramping tightened her abdomen into knots. Curling further into herself, she pressed a hand to her aching stomach, wishing the heating pad would ease the pain faster.

The cramps had eased slightly, but a lingering discomfort gnawed at her. Her phone vibrated on the coffee table, and she reached for it with a weary groan. Jack's name flashed across the screen, and her heart skipped a beat.

"Hey Jack..." she answered, trying to keep the discomfort out of her voice.

His warm chuckle immediately soothed some of the tension in her neck. "Hey sunshine, how's my girl doing?"

"Could be worse. Is everything okay?" Y/N drawled absentmindedly, shifting the heating pad to a more comfortable position.

"Oh, I'm sorry hun, I just called to see if you wanted to go out later?" Jack's voice crackled slightly through the phone. "Just you, me...and that beautiful face of yours."

Y/N felt her cheeks warming at his flirtatious words, but grimaced as another cramping pain twisted her abdomen. "I would love to go out with you, Jack, but..." Y/N grimaced, drawing a shaky breath. "I'm not feeling too well right now. I think I might be coming down with something."

A heavy pause hung between them until Jack's warm chuckle drifted through the phone. "Well, how about I come over instead? I'll bring all your favorite snacks." His voice took on a gentle, coaxing tone. "You can pick out one of your corny movies, leave a Jack-sized space on the couch, and we'll have a cozy night in."

Closing her eyes, Y/N pictured Jack's strong arms enveloping her, his solid warmth soothing her aching body. The thought made her burrow deeper into the couch cushions with a soft whine. "You'd really come over? But I'm such a mess right now, Jack. I don't want you to have to deal with..."

She trailed off as another stabbing cramp seized her abdomen. Distantly, she heard Jack's worried murmurs through the phone.

"Y/N? Sunshine, you still with me? That's it, I'm coming over right now and you can't stop me."

Blinking back the tears stinging her eyes, Y/N huffed out a shaky laugh. "Yes, dear."

She could practically hear the grin in Jack's voice. "There's my girl. Just sit tight, okay? I'll be there with enough junk food to reunite a boyband."

Y/N smiled, warmth blooming in her chest at Jack's unwavering support. " The door'll be unlocked, so just come in when you get here. You're the best, you know that?"

"I do, but it's always nice to hear," Jack teased. "I'll see you soon, sunshine. Try to get some rest in the meantime."

Pushing herself up from the couch, Y/N made her way to the bathroom, one hand resting on her belly. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and paused, taking in the slight roundness that was just beginning to show beneath her oversized t-shirt.

"We'll tell him soon, little one," she murmured, rubbing gentle circles over her stomach. "But for now, it's just you and me."

With a soft smile, Y/N turned away from the mirror and headed back to the living room to wait for Jack.

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19:12pm

Y/N hummed along to the music playing softly as she cleaned up the dishes from her snack earlier. The warm, soapy water soothed her aching hands as she scrubbed the bowl. She was so focused on her task that she didn't hear the front door open and close behind her, or the soft footsteps approaching the kitchen.

Suddenly, a pair of warm hands covered her eyes, startling her out of her reverie. "Guess who?" Jack's voice was a low rumble against her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. The familiar scent of his cologne enveloped her, and she felt herself melting against his solid chest with a relieved sigh.

"Come on, guess!" Jack urged, his breath tickling the sensitive skin of her neck.

Y/N couldn't fight the girlish giggle that escaped her lips. She placed the bowl back in the sink and reached up to cover his hands with her own, enjoying the playful moment. "Hmm, I don't know..." she teased, pretending to ponder the question. "Could it be my grumpy landlord finally coming to fix that leaky faucet?"

Jack chuckled, the sound vibrating against her back where his chest was pressed. "You wound me, love. Here I am, armed with enough junk food to induce a coma, and you accuse me of being the landlord. I thought you'd be more excited to see me."

He slowly spun her around to face him, removing his hands from her eyes to reveal the adorable grin on his face. Her heart pounded loudly against her chest as she took in his appearance, from the tousled hair that she longed to run her fingers through to the warm, blue eyes that crinkled at the corners when he smiled.

He was wearing the soft, worn t-shirt that she loved, the one that always smelled like him, and she had to resist the urge to bury her face in his chest and inhale deeply.

"Hi," she breathed out shyly under his intense gaze.

Jack's smile softened, and he reached out to tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering on her cheek. "Hi yourself." Jack's gaze dropped to her lips briefly before he leaned in, brushing a soft, lingering kiss against them.

Y/N's toes practically curled at the gentle caress. When he pulled back, she blinked up at him dazedly. "What was that for?"

"Just felt like it," Jack shrugged with a crooked smile. He nodded towards the two bulging grocery bags on the counter.

"So, what kind of junk food extravaganza do you have planned for us tonight?" she asked, trying to keep her tone light and playful despite the emotions swirling inside her.

Jack grinned, reaching into one of the bags and pulling out a family-sized bag of chips. "Only the best for my girl. We've got chips, cookies, candy... everything we need for a proper movie night. And of course, I brought your favorite ice cream."

Y/N's eyes widened, and she felt a sudden craving for the rich, creamy treat. "My hero!" Y/N clasped her hands dramatically over her heart. "However will I repay you?" He laughed, pulling her into a tight hug and pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

His eyes danced with mirth. "Well, for starters you can clear off some space on that couch..." He waggled his eyebrows comically. "I'll need somewhere to nestle in right next to you."

Laughing, Y/N swatted at his chest lightly. After clearing space on the couch, Y/N turned to see Jack carefully arranging an assortment of snacks on the coffee table.

"You really went overboard, didn't you?" She grinned, eyeing the smorgasbord of chips, cookies, candy, and her favorite ice cream pints.

Jack looked up with an incredulous expression. "Overboard? Sweetheart, this is the bare minimum for a proper couch date with snacks." He held up a pint with a flourish. "This double fudge brownie is a spiritual experience."

"You're ridiculous," Y/N laughed, grabbing the ice cream from his hand. "But I guess that's why I lo—" She caught herself abruptly, heat flooding her cheeks.

Jack's eyes danced with amusement, but he didn't comment on her near slip. Instead, he scooped her close, brushing a soft kiss to her forehead. "Why don't you pick the movie while I make us some snack plates?"

Nodding mutely, Y/N hugged the ice cream pint to her chest as Jack's warmth enveloped her for a moment before he released her. As she searched through the horror selection, she snuck glances at him piling snacks onto two big plates.

"You know," Jack's teasing voice made her look over. "If you burn a hole through those snacks just by staring, we'll have to start all over."

Y/N stuck her tongue out at him. "Well maybe if someone didn't buy so many options, I wouldn't be starving just looking at them!"

Chuckling, Jack set the heaping plates on the coffee table and patted the couch cushion beside him. "C'mere, you brat. Let's get this movie started."

As Y/N cuddled into his side, surrounded by a cocoon of warmth and the tantalizing scent of buttery snacks, she couldn't quite believe how utterly content she felt. Jack's arm draped casually around her shoulders and she leaned her head against his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heartbeat.

Just before she hit play, she felt Jack's lips graze the top of her head tenderly. "Thanks for letting me take care of you tonight, sunshine." She smiled at him, grinning mischievously as y/n clicked play on the remote, the opening title for "The Autopsy of Jane Doe" flashing across the TV screen.

Jack's eyes went comically wide. "Wait, I thought we were watching a rom-com? This is a horror flick!"

"Psh, you'll be fine," Y/N waved a dismissive hand, suppressing a grin. "Don't be such a baby."

"A baby?!" Jack sputtered, looking affronted. "I'll have you know I happen to be exceptionally brave when it comes to scary movies."

The opening scene was already building ominous tension as the coroners examined the mysterious body. Y/N felt Jack tense beside her on the couch. Leaning in closer, she murmured in a faux-spooky voice. "You're trembling, Jack. Should I pause it?"

"Don't you dare," he shot back, puffing out his chest in an attempt at nonchalance.

Y/N had to bite back a giggle at his bravado act. Onscreen, the music swelled as something creepy happened and Jack actually jumped, his arm tightening instinctively around her shoulders.

"You're loving this, aren't you?" he grumbled, throwing her a sideways glare as she dissolved into laughter.

Between squeals of laughter, Y/N managed, "Your face...oh my god, you should see...your face!"

Growling playfully, Jack tackled her until she was pinned beneath him on the couch, squeaking in surprise. His eyes danced with mirth, their noses brushing. "You think you're sooo funny, don't you?"

Y/N was breathless with residual giggles, grinning up at his adorably disgruntled expression. "I'm hilarious, what can I say?"

Jack's gaze dropped to her lips, his own quirking up. "You're something alright..."

The movie was all but forgotten as he leaned in closer, his warm breath fanning over her tingling lips. Y/N's eyes fluttered shut in anticipation and—

A bloodcurdling scream from the TV made them both start violently. Jack instinctively shielded Y/N, his solid weight pressing her deeper into the plush cushions as they both dissolved into laughter.

"Okay, okay!" Jack relented, rolling off her with a rueful chuckle. "You win, you scared the crap out of me. Put on a nice, safe comedy next, deal?"

Giggling, Y/N cuddled into his side once more, feeling warm and content. "Deal.”

…

22:07pm

The credits rolled after the satisfying final scene of The Autopsy of Jane Doe, but Y/N could barely focus - she was too busy trying to stifle her laughter at Jack's adorably petulant expression.

True to his word, he had stubbornly refused to utter a single word since halfway through the movie when Y/N's teasing over his reactions had reached epic proportions. While she had to admit the sight of the usually charismatic and smooth-talking Jack huddled under a blanket was priceless, the silent treatment was starting to make her feel a tad guilty.

"Aw, c'mon grumpy pants," she cajoled, shuffling closer and poking his firm bicep. "Don't be mad. I was just messing with you!"

Jack remained resolutely quiet, his chiseled jaw set in a mulish line as he stared straight ahead at the TV.

Biting her lip, Y/N trailed her fingers along the sculpted line of his arm, feeling the hard muscle there. "You know...the strong, silent type is pretty hot." She batted her lashes at him coyly. "Very brooding and mysterious."

A muscle in Jack's cheek twitched ever so slightly, but he didn't react further. Undeterred, Y/N let her roaming hand travel up to the nape of his neck, nails grazing the short hairs there in the way she knew drove him wild. "But you know what's even hotter?" she breathed, lips almost brushing the shell of his ear.

Jack swallowed hard but stayed frustratingly silent.

"A guy who can play it cool..." Y/N continued in a sultry murmur, throwing one leg over Jack's lap to straddle him. She felt him tense beneath her as she leaned in closer, her lips a hair's breadth from his. "But who can't resist losing control when I do...this..."

Tangling her fingers in those ridiculously soft locks of his, Y/N slanted her mouth over Jack's in a searing, scorching kiss. For a beat, he was motionless - then with a muffled groan, his arms came up to crush her against him, one hand spanning her lower back while the other cupped her neck to angle her head for deeper access.

When they finally broke apart, twin looks of dazed arousal and swollen lips, Jack let out a breathy chuckle. "Damnit, woman...that's just not fair."

"All's fair in love and horror movies, babe," Y/N shot back cheekily, reveling in the feel of his heart thudding against her breast. She nuzzled his jaw affectionately. "So, am I forgiven yet?"

"I suppose that's one way to get me to stop giving you the silent treatment," Jack murmured wryly, his warm palm skimming up and down her back.

"Good." Y/N punctuated the word with another lingering kiss. "Because I have so many more ways to make you lose that cool, calm, collected demeanor you try so hard to maintain around me..."

The low, rumbling groan that earned from the man beneath her sent tingles of delight racing through Y/N's veins. Suddenly, the credits faded to black as the TV shut off - but neither of them cared one bit.

Y/N shivered as Jack's hands roamed boldly along her curves, his touch like a blazing trail across her heated skin. His lips found the sensitive spot just below her ear, teeth grazing teasingly.

"You drive me crazy, you know that?" His gravelly murmur had desire coiling low in her belly. "All I want is to make you mine in every way possible."

She whimpered softly as his kisses trailed down the column of her throat. "Jack...I'm already yours. You know how much I like you."

He pulled back just enough to pin her with an intense, molten stare. "Say it again."

Y/N reached up to trace the chiseled line of his jaw, reveling in the rough rasp of his five o'clock shadow. "I'm yours, Jack. All yours."

A primal sound rumbled from deep within his chest as he surged forward to slant his mouth over hers again. This kiss was all-consuming fierceness, stealing her breath and setting her nerve endings alight.

When he finally tore his lips away, Jack pressed his forehead to hers, his warm breath fanning over her tingling mouth. "You have no idea what those words do to me, baby."

"Show me," Y/N challenged breathlessly, tugging him back down for another scorching kiss.

Jack groaned into her mouth as her nails raked through his hair. "You're playing with fire, sun." His hands drifted under the hem of her shirt, calloused palms blazing a path along her sides. "Are you sure that's what you want?"

Hooking one leg around his hips, Y/N rocked teasingly against the undeniable evidence of his arousal, earning a guttural curse from Jack's lips. "What do you think?" she whispered.

That seemed to snap the tenuous restraint Jack had been clinging to. With a low, feral growl, he grasped her thighs and surged to his feet in one fluid motion, carrying her towards the bedroom as she squealed with surprise and delight.

"Jack! What are you--mmph..."

His mouth slanted over hers again, effectively swallowing the rest of her words in a heated kiss that had her toes curling. When he pulled back, his eyes were dark with naked want. "I'll show you exactly what I want, gorgeous. And this time..." He emphasized the words with a firm roll of his hips, drawing a strangled whimper from Y/N's lips. "You're not going to be doing any teasing."

Y/N's heart raced as Jack's heated kisses trailed along her jawline. She wanted this - god, did she want him - but a fluttering tendril of nervousness unfurled in her belly. This was new territory for them.

When he suddenly grasped her thighs and stood, carrying her towards the bedroom, she squeaked in surprise. "Jack! What are you--"

His searing kiss swallowed the rest of her words as he walked them down the hallway. Breaking apart, Y/N managed to breathe out, "Third door on the left..."

Jack's brow furrowed slightly at the waver in her tone, but he followed her directions until they tumbled onto her bed in a heated tangle of limbs.

Pinning her with those scorching blue eyes, he cupped her cheek tenderly. "You okay, sunshine? We can slow down if you need to."

Y/N's breath hitched at the concern in his voice, the nervousness in her gut blossoming into a warm glow. Leaning up to brush her lips against his, she murmured, "I'm okay, I promise. Just...it's been awhile for me and you mean so much to me, Jack. I don't want to mess this up."

The rough pad of his thumb stroked her flushed cheek as he gazed down at her with undisguised adoration. "You could never mess this up, baby. We'll go as slow as you need, okay?" He punctuated the words with another lingering kiss.

Some of the nervous tension in Y/N's body eased at his reassuring words. Winding her arms around his neck, she deepened the kiss until they were both breathless and aching.

When they finally parted, Jack rested his forehead against hers. "You're not scared, are you?"

"No," she answered honestly, feeling more sure now. She brushed her fingers through his tousled hair. "I want this. I want you, Jack...so badly. Please..."

The low groan he let out at her ardent whispers had heat licking through her veins. "You're going to be the death of me, woman," he rasped, settling his weight more firmly against her.

Then with a crooked grin, he asked in a tone laced with sin, "Now...where were we?"

Hooking one leg around his hips, Y/N pulled him closer until they were flush against each other, relishing in his full body shudder. She nipped at his kiss-swollen lower lip teasingly. "I believe you were showing me what you wanted..."

…

9:12am

As the first rays of dawn peeked through the curtains, Y/N stirred from her slumber to the gentle touch of Jack's lips upon her cheek. Her eyes fluttered open, a sleepy smile gracing her face as she murmured before she'd even opened her eyes. "Good morning, Jack."

He leaned over her, his warm breath caressing her skin as he whispered, “Good morning, sleepy.” Jack grinned at her, all tousled bedhead and sparkling eyes. Shifting closer, he rested his head on her chest, letting his palm skim over her stomach in a tender caress.

Y/N stilled, nerves fluttering in her belly. She knew the small swell there wasn't noticeable yet, but the thought of Jack discovering her secret terrified her. She would tell him soon - but for now, she just wanted to bask in Jack's love and affection, pushing everything else aside.

"What's wrong, sunshine?" Jack's concerned murmur broke through her thoughts. "Do I make you nervous?"

He tried to lighten the mood with a chuckle, but Y/N couldn't shake the rising tide of anxiety. Almost involuntarily, her hand drifted to rest over her belly, cradling it protectively.

Jack's eyes tracked the movement, a small crease appearing between his brows. Biting her lip, Y/N forced a reassuring smile, not wanting to ruin their blissful morning just yet. "Nothing, I'm okay. Just...really happy to wake up with you here."

The crinkles by Jack's eyes deepened as his grin widened. "Me too, baby.”

Before he could say anything more, Y/N brushed off her nerves with a shake of her head, pulling his face up to hers. She showered him with kisses, her lips trailing across his face and neck. His touch was intoxicating, making her forget her worries for the moment.

Smoothing back her tousled hair, Jack held her gaze intently. "I really like you, you know that?" He murmured, pure sincerity ringing in his voice. "Waking up with you in my arms is everything I've ever wanted."

…

19:51pm

Two days later…

Y/N hummed along to the spectators commentary as her fingers flew across the keyboard. She was in the zone, the fictional world of her romance novel unfolding vividly in her mind's eye.

She read over the last few paragraphs she had written, her eyes skimming over the description of the protagonist's first meeting with her love interest.

It reminded Y/N of her own first encounter with Jack, the way his intense gaze had sent shivers down her spine, the way his rumbling voice had made her heart flutter in her chest.

A loud cheer from the TV made her jump, almost upending her coffee mug. Right, the Rangers game was on in the background. She shot a brief glance at the screen to see the Devils had scored again. Biting her lip, Y/N quickly typed out another paragraph before risking another look.

There was Jack, skating hard across the ice, that familiar intense expression etched onto his ruggedly handsome features.

Y/N turned up the volume slightly, smiling as she watched Jack deftly steal the puck and take off towards the opposing goal. That smile quickly turned into a wince, however, when a burly Rangers player body-checked Jack viciously from behind, sending him crashing hard into the boards.

"Son of a bitch!" Y/N shot to her feet, coffee completely forgotten, as the announcers' voices rose in a blend of shock and anger.

On screen, Jack had rolled to his knees, shaking off the brutal hit. But then he was lunging right back at the offending player, throwing wild haymakers as the two men tumbled to the ice in an all-out brawl.

Her attention was wholly captured by the scene unfolding on the television screen. Jack's gloved fist connected with the other player's jaw, sending him stumbling backward. The Rangers player quickly retaliated, and within seconds, the two were engaged in a full-blown fight on the ice.

Gloves and helmets were discarded as punches were thrown, each man trying to gain the upper hand. Y/N's heart raced as she watched Jack, his jersey torn and his face bruised, continue to trade blows with his opponent. She knew he could hold his own, but that didn't stop the worry from gnawing at her insides.

After what felt like an eternity, the referees finally managed to separate the two men, each one still struggling against their grip. That sinking feeling of dread intensified when she saw Jack being led off towards the locker room, one hand pressed to his ribs while the other hung limply at his side.

Grabbing her phone, she hurriedly dialed his number - straight to voicemail. A cold knot twisted in the pit of her stomach as she watched replay after replay of the ugly fight. She knew Jack could handle himself, but nightmare scenarios still played through her mind on a terrifying loop.

Y/N shook her head forcefully, cutting off that threatening spiral of panic. She needed to stay calm until she could get in touch with Jack or his coach. Taking a deep, steadying breath, she willed her racing heart to slow as she fixed her gaze on the TV once more.

She began pacing frantically back and forth across her office, the romance novel on her desk completely forgotten, heart pounding in her ears as she clutched the phone with a white-knuckled grip to her face.

"Heather, you didn't see it! That guy obliterated Jack from behind - it was like he had zero regard for his safety!" She paused to take a shuddering breath, chest tight with panic. "And then Jack just...snapped. I've never seen him fight before."

"Woah, woah, slow down hon." Her best friend's soothing tones filtered through the line. "Jack's a tough guy, you know that. I'm sure he can handle himself just fine."

"You didn't see the way he went down though," Y/N whispered, the image of Jack's crumpled form seared into her brain. Her free hand drifted unconsciously to cradle her stomach. "What if he's really hurt? What if—"

The shrill ring of her phone's second line cut her off. Glancing at the caller ID, Y/N's breath caught in her throat. It was Jack.

"Oh god, Heather, it's him! I gotta go." Not waiting for a reply, she quickly switched over. "Jack? Baby, are you okay?"

A pained grunt was her first reply, causing Y/N's heart to lurch violently. When Jack finally spoke, his voice was low and strained. "Hey sunshine...I'm okay, I promise. Well, okay-ish."

Y/N sank shakily onto the couch, knees wobbly with relief just from hearing his voice. "Where are you? What happened after they took you off the ice?"

"Still at the arena." Jack's measured inhale hissed across the line. "Got checked out by the trainers...possible fracture or two and lots of swelling. They want me to go get fully examined at the hospital though, make sure there's no internal bleeding or anything."

Squeezing her eyes shut, Y/N willed back the frightened tears pricking her eyes. Jack sounded pained but coherent — a good sign. "I'm coming to the hospital right now."

"No, no don't do that." Jack's tone softened, taking on that tender, coaxing quality he knew could instantly soothe her. "I'm gonna get all checked out and as soon as they clear me, I'll come straight to you. Just want to curl up on that cozy couch, eat something greasy, and cuddle my favorite girl, okay?"

A tremulous smile curved Y/N's lips at the thought, warmth blossoming in her chest. Even when injured, Jack knew just what to say to calm her raging emotions. "I'll take care of you, I promise."

"I know you will, baby." The smile was evident in his voice now. "I'll be there as soon as I can. Maybe, uh, just prepare yourself to be smothered in kisses in advance?"

Y/N huffed out a watery chuckle, swiping at the dampness on her cheeks. "I'll get the first aid kit ready, tough guy. Just...take care of yourself first, okay?”

The call disconnected with a soft click. Setting the phone aside, Y/N took a deep, steadying breath, absently cradling her belly once more. Jack would be home soon — bruised and battered, but mercifully not catastrophically injured.

…

2:35am

After a grueling two days in the hospital, Jack was finally released, his body aching but his heart longing for the comfort of home and the warmth of Y/N's embrace. He drove through the quiet streets, the anticipation building with every mile that brought him closer to her.

It was late when he arrived at her home, the moonlight casting a soft glow through the windows. He crept silently through the door, careful not to wake Y/N who he assumed was already in bed. As he made his way to their bedroom, he couldn't help but smile at the sight that greeted him.

Y/N lay curled up on their bed, her laptop still open beside her, the screen illuminating her peaceful face. Jack's heart swelled with love as he watched her, her chest rising and falling with each gentle breath. He knew she must have been waiting up for him, working on her novel to distract herself from her worry.

Quietly, he changed into his pajamas and eased himself into bed beside her, pulling the covers over them both, the soft fabric enveloping them in a cocoon of warmth and comfort. he settled in, gently wrapping his arm around Y/N's waist, pulling her close to his chest.

Y/N stirred slightly, her eyes fluttering open as she felt Jack's presence. "Jack?" she mumbled sleepily, her voice soft and heavy with exhaustion.

"Shh, it's okay. I'm here," he whispered, pressing a tender kiss to her temple. "Go back to sleep, my love."

Y/N sighed contentedly, snuggling back into Jack's embrace. She intertwined her fingers with his, reveling in the feeling of his strong arms around her. He wanted to wake up to her beautiful face every morning.

With that thought in mind, he pulled her even closer, burying his face in her hair and breathing in her comforting scent. Tomorrow, he would surprise her with the news of the romantic getaway he had planned, a chance for them to escape the chaos of their lives and focus on nothing but each other.

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jennifer-jeong · 7 months

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Hi there :)

Can I request some headcanons about Xiao and Wanderer (separated) with an old s/o? Like, they've been together for decades, but reader is a mortal and they're not, therefore they don't have many years left to live now that they're in their 80s. I would like something sweet but feel free to add some angst in it.

HI ANON TY FOR YOUR ASK! Ok so I’m literally goiNG TO CRY because I actually purposely make my own self insert immortal because this makes me so depressed but dw I will make it a fluffy happy ending. I would be unwell if I didn’t make it a happy ending LMAO

Fluff + Slight Angst | Xiao/Wanderer x Reader Mortals

CONTENT Fluff, some angst, gender neutral reader, HAPPY ENDING WOO, CHARACTERS ARE 18+

XIAO has been alive for longer than he can genuinely remember and most of it was spent suffering alone. He’s scarred so deeply that even until the end of time, the marks will never fade. He can’t get rid of his past but you came along and he realized he could at least start to heal from the centuries of pain. Your time together has been the best years of his life and it makes his heart ache to think that you’re about to come and go before even living for a fraction of his life. He’s watched your mortal body age but he still thinks knows that you’re the prettiest thing he’ll ever encounter. Xiao has always treated his time with you like it was limited, even when you were younger. He’s been getting desperate recently though, your body has slowed down, and you’re well into your elderly years. He’s always wanted to ask you if he and Zhongli could help you with this, return you to your younger body and help you live forever. But, he thought it would hurt you. Immortality is more of a curse than a blessing and he of all people should know that. But as your health deteriorated, he started to plan how to ask you without pressuring you. Honestly, when he finally brought it up, you giggled at him and said “I didn’t even know you could do that.” He blinked as he realized how much time had passed and how he really had been avoiding it all these years. It was just somewhat unfathomable to a 2000 year old being that all these fun years with you had already been a few decades. He explains why he felt bad suggesting it, but you quickly comforted him and thanked him for even bringing it up. You said you needed some time to think about it but you knew that you wanted more time with your beloved. It’s near impossible for most people to find their soulmate and so since you found yours, you wanted to somewhat selfishly hold onto him as long as you could. Of course he secretly felt the same though. Your time together might end soon as the traveller discovers the underlying mysteries of the world or it could end millenia later. Either way, you knew you’d be able to face it, together.

WANDERER has been through so much over the past few centuries of his life and he’s believed his emotions have been so useless to him as he isn’t even human. His suffering, pain, and desire never made sense because he always lacked a heart. He thought he’d be doomed to this forever until he met you. You breathed life into his mechanical body and into his new anemo vision heart. He felt truly alive with you, it was like he was freshly born as a real man when you came into his life. He took a while to properly warm up to you before he could express himself in a healthy way but you always had the patience for him. The problem was that he couldn’t have the same patience, not because he wasn’t a healthy partner, but because your life had a definite end. He was impatient because he couldn’t lose you and he didn’t know what else to do. He consulted Nahida/his mom about it and she suggested using his body as a template to create a body for you. One that would last forever with him. He was immediately overjoyed to hear that there was hope and he almost forgot to consider that you might not want to live forever. He probably tries to gauge if you would want to by prodding you with small questions but you see straight through him. You know something’s up, and you tell him that you know there’s enough trust between you two for either of you to speak freely. So he does. You take some time to debate it and decide to do it because even if at some point you can’t take it, you’d talk to him about it and come up with a solution (but you doubt that'll come up <3). There was a lot going on in Teyvat at the moment but just knowing that you’d have more time gave both of you peace. He was worried that afterwards you might not be the same, and that you might become emotionally hollow. But you knew that with him there, you’d never feel any less alive. Even without your physical body, you both had your souls, and it was all you’d ever need.

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boy-comics · 8 days

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Hi! Could you write some fluff about xdh and their s/o sleeping together for the first time? I just thought it would be soooo cute + you are one of my favourite writers, and i just know you will make it so good like always 💜 Have a great day!

P.S. sorry if that doesn't make sense, english is not my first language

XDINARY HEROES AND SLEEPING TOGETHER FOR THE FIRST TIME

── .✦ a/n; awh this is such a cute prompt??? and thank you so much, that means a lot to me 🥺 have a great day too <3 (and don't worry, your english is great!!)

── .✦ gunil;

he's the one who pitches the idea—hey, let's go camping for the long weekend, just the two of us. you think it sounds nothing short of refreshing, so with a campsite suggestion from a friend and the required equipment from your family's garage, you and gunil bid goodbye to the city and the stress of college for the next two days and a half.

the first day is absolutely lovely. so is the second day. it's the second night that gives you trouble.

you're swaddled in all of your sweaters and blankets, every possible escape route in your sleeping bag sealed off, and you're still cold. gunil seems to be just fine beside you, having seemed to fall asleep not long after you had insisted very convincingly that you didn't need his blanket nor his extra sweater, and you feel terribly guilty when you finally stick your arm out to poke him awake.

he's drowsy, words slurred and nearly unintelligible at first. but when you whisper that it's too cold, followed by a timid can we maybe share a sleeping bag, he suddenly gains enough consciousness to reply with startling clarity.

oh, of course, baby. c'mere, i'll warm you up.

he quickly unzips his sleeping bag while you struggle out of yours, and in record time, you're squished up against a faster-than-normal heartbeat as he zips the sleeping bag back up and wraps you in a bear hug with a contented sigh.

you're practically half on top of him. the realization that this is the first time you're sleeping with him like this, and that it's happening in the middle of the woods, keeps you up a little longer than you would like to admit. eventually, though, you fall victim to the comforting warmth surrounding you and fall asleep, wholly unaware of the love struck expression on gunil's face as you do so.

── .✦ jungsu;

you had known this was an inevitability from the beginning—you had moved everything into the apartment with him, helped him put the bed frame together, for crying out loud—but when faced with the complete picture, the queen-sized bed with two fluffy pillows and the sound of jungsu brushing his teeth in the bathroom, the reality strikes you like a hot iron.

you are still standing by your side of the bed (is it your side? should you ask?) when you hear him enter the bedroom. his footsteps tread softly over the carpet as he comes over to rest his chin on your shoulder, humming.

is everything okay?

you nod vigorously.

it's just so … domestic. you had never thought that you would have something like this, with someone like him. home. this is home.

i'm just really happy right now, you say, and jungsu presses his nose into the crook of your neck in response.

the two of you pull back the new, clean bedsheets, slip underneath them, and simply sit there for a moment, side by side. then you make the mistake of looking over at jungsu, who turns his head at the same time to look at you, and the giant smile that breaks out on his face causes you to stifle an adoring laugh.

the bedside lamp is turned off. you hold your arms out to each other and soon you are enveloped in him, buried in the smell of fresh laundry and soap and toothpaste and love. he kisses your nose and breathes you in and whispers sweet things into your ear.

goodnight, is the last thing he says to you, and you murmur it back before drifting off.

── .✦ gaon;

it had been a slight head cold at first. then came the fever, the chills, the aches and pains—and before you know it, you're stuck in bed, a migraine screaming inside your skull as you mumble to jiseok over the phone that it wasn't just eyestrain from texting him so much.

he insists on coming over. you tell him not to bother, since you don't want him getting sick too, but to no avail; not even an hour later, he's standing in the doorway of your bedroom with a grocery bag and the biggest bottle of water you've ever seen.

carefully tiptoeing over to you, he smiles and squats down to meet you at eye level, speaking in a low, soft voice. hey, you. even through your misery, you feel loved as he dutifully gets to work, feeding you soup, making you tea, calculating when you can take more painkillers.

you're already dozing on and off when he tucks you in, kissing your forehead with a gentle mwah. but as he starts to pull away, you muster the strength to whisper his name pleadingly.

can you sleep with me?

his eyes go round. he blinks several times, and a blush spreads across his face as your hand peeks out to search for his.

he quickly folds.

aw, well, since you're sick ...

beaming, he crawls underneath the covers. you cling to him while he gently scoots you over, hiding your face in his chest and embracing the warm, relieving darkness. he clings back and tangles his legs with yours. something is murmured against your head, but you're too far gone by then to understand; you don't even know the moment you fall asleep.

── .✦ o.de;

the power's out.

lightning cracks across the sky, angry bouts of thunder rumbling through the windows. wind and rain lash against the glass. you look back at seungmin as he finishes lighting the candles, and he smiles at you, shaking the match in his hand to put it out.

guess you're stuck with me for the night.

you scrunch your nose and smile back, sitting next to him on the couch. he drapes a blanket over the two of you and puts his arm around your shoulders to pull you close.

this certainly hadn't been part of the plan when you had come over after work today, warning him of an incoming rant about the coworker who had made it their mission to tick you off. but you're not one to complain about this, not when the person you're stuck with is the same guy who had patiently listened to your entire rant and still loved you enough to turn a power outage into something romantic.

(he loves you. even in your storms, he still loves you.)

you listen to the sounds of the storm together on that couch. slowly, eventually, you find yourself lying down on it, counting kisses instead of lightning strikes, heartbeats instead of claps of thunder. and as the worst of the fury outside begins to pass, the candle on the coffee table long since blown out, you let seungmin's strong and steady presence lull you to sleep, knowing that he will still be there when you wake up.

── .✦ junhan;

you invite him over because you had just gotten the biggest, softest bean bag chair ever, and of course you need him to test it out with you. hyeongjun is more than willing to oblige.

the two of you drag it to the corner of your bedroom and, with a shared giggle, plop down and sink into the thing, squishing together in the middle. it's so comfy. junhan looks as delighted as you feel, his eyes crescenting, and you want to laugh at how excited you both get over something so mundane, a bean bag chair big enough for two.

tucked against each other, you spend the rest of the afternoon blissfully—playing pvp games on your switch, listening to music, talking about your day. at some point the conversation drifts off topic and you are left holding his hand in your lap, staring at his thumb dragging slowly over your knuckles as he talks about how he wants to paint your nails again.

his voice feels like a warm blanket. eyelids growing heavier and heavier, you finally close your eyes, mumbling an agreement to whatever he is telling you before everything floats off to dreamland.

when you half-wake up, delirious, his hand is still holding yours. he is sound asleep against your shoulder, glasses askew, breaths slow and even. and you are so suddenly overwhelmed with love that you almost wake him up just to tell him as much.

but then … this is love, too. held in the silence of rest.

so you settle back, allow yourself to sink into the softness once more, embrace the stillness and the calm. you close your eyes, and you sleep. and that, in and of itself, is better than any dream.

── .✦ jooyeon;

you remember it distinctly, how he had looked at you like a kid outside a candy store, pointing and grinning expectantly upon seeing the options on the hotel booking site.

one bed, or two?

it hadn't even been a question, really.

so now, here you are, underneath the puffy white comforter in your pajamas, watching youtube videos on your phone as jooyeon exits the bathroom and makes a beeline to your shared sleeping space. you pause your video to look up at him, and he looks down at you.

hey.

with a broad, satisfied smile that is maybe also the teeniest bit shy underneath all the eagerness, he hops onto the mattress and quickly slides under the covers to join you. when he rolls onto his side to face you, propping his head up with his hand, you follow suit and roll onto your side as well, curious as to what he's going to say next.

his head drops onto his pillow, cozy.

so if i married you, i could see you like this every night? for free?

your face explodes with heat. jooyeon cackles as you swat his arm, blocking his face as you attempt to pinch his cheeks for hitting on you so shamelessly while looking like that, your scolds dissolving into laughter as he wrestles your hands against your sides.

(you don't say no. and as you turn off the lights and snuggle into each other, your fingers buried in his hair as he splays his hand over your waist, you can't help but think, and wonder for the first time ...)

#xdh imagines #xdinary heroes x reader #xdh #xdinary heroes #gunil x reader #jungsu x reader #gaon x reader #o.de x reader #junhan x reader #jooyeon x reader #xh #beecee's requests #anon #beecee's writing

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draftingnovels-imagines · 8 months

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First Meeting \\ Werewolf x Reader + Vampire x Reader

Summary: The first meeting you have with your monster boyfriend

Tags: GN!Reader, Werewolf [full moon, trapped animal, bear traps (no wound descriptions), petting a werewolf, barista] / Vampire [high society events, waitressing, clumsiness, pet names, feasting, death (not graphic)]

Word Count: ~1200

Notes: I wanted to add a third "monster" in here but I couldn't figure out how to fit it in here. Maybe I'll introduce what I was thinking sometime later

Werewolf

The first time you lock your eyes is during a full moon.

You're making your way home. It's not that late, but it is rather cold outside. You're bundled up as best you can be in this weather. As you walk down the street, you hear an animal crying out in the brushes next to you. It's a loud, shrill sound. It sounds like it's in pain.

On any other day, you would have ignored the sound. However, something about it draws you close. It's probably a deer or something, right...? You go through the bushes to find a giant wolf. It towered over you, reaching up and away with fervor. Its leg was caught in a bear trap, and it looked rather bad. Nails dug into the dirt as it braced itself on a tree. Long fur swished as it tried its best to pull away and run, but it was to no avail. It howled again, loud and forlorn, before curling up. It looked resigned to its fate.

Then... it sees you.

It begins to snarl, bearing teeth and body shifting into a guarded stance. Was it truly angry or was it scared? You put your hands up. You don't mean any harm, but it doesn't know that. As you make your way over to the trap, it stays guarded but doesn't snap at you. It takes a minute, and a lot of strength, but you eventually open the trap and release the wolf. It limps out, standing at it's full, bipedal height. It suddenly dawns on you.

This is not a wolf. This is something else entirely.

For some reason, though. You're not scared. It's staring at you, lowering itself to be at eye-level. You reach out to pet it. It flinched at the thought of your touch, but eventually, it pressed its face into your hand. It's... warm, and fluffy. Like a large dog. You can't help but laugh. "Stay safe, alright?" You ask. It nods. Finally, it runs off into the night.

Probably one of the weirdest experiences you've had, but at least you saved it from whatever hunters put those traps up in the first place. You go to sleep to the sounds of howling. Before it was just annoying, but now you had a slight appreciation.

You wake up and go to a new coffee shop with a friend. They offered and there's no shame in trying something new!

It's packed. Clearly this is more of a hot spot than you two thought. The people behind the counter are working the hardest, but once catches your eye. He's at the counter is working on drinks for a moment before he comes up to the register. He looks tired, as if he didn't get much sleep the night before. His hair is messy and the bags underneath his eyes were deep.

"Hello. What can I get--" Once he focused on you, he cut himself off. His gaze felt familiar in a way you can't describe. You tilted your head in confusion.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"It's you. From last night. It's really you! I thought I'd never see you again." His grin is bright. You blink in confusion before you recognized him.

He's the wolf.

"Hey! You're holding up the line!" Someone shouts behind you. You look behind and see that the line is going out the door.

Maybe you two should have your reunion later.

Vampire

The first time you lock eyes, you see something you're not supposed to.

High-society events aren't your thing. The people they bring are somewhat selfish. Even so, tending tables was a good gig, especially at the most expensive venue in town. It paid enough and it allowed you to get a glimpse into a life you'd never have.

You make your way through the crowd, passing out hors d'oeuvres to anyone who wants. Some thank you, others turn their nose up to you and walk away. You've been working her for a while. At one point, the comments used to hurt you, but now they roll off your shoulders. This particular party is strange, though, but it's something you can't put your finger on. The guests are all affluent but mysterious. Some of these names you've never even heard of. Yet the clothes they wear and the people they're with clearly have more money that you've ever seen. As you deliberate on it and make your rounds, someone bumps into you. Luckily, you don't spill anything.

"I am so sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going." He says, his tone seeming genuine. You chuckle. At least someone here was nice.

"It's fine. How are you finding our service here?" You ask, in your most customer-service tone.

"You don't need to talk to me like that, darling. I'm not above you."

Charming. Maybe asking him would get some answers. "Well, I am serving you and the rest of this party. Is it always this--"

"Dull? Oh, you have no idea. They try to have these galas once every few years, and yet they never really do anything with it!"

"I was going to say 'affluent.'"

"Oh." He clears his throat. "Er... yes. Sort of."

You briefly touch his hand and it's cold to the touch. He pulled away quickly, clearing his throat. "Already trying to get hands on me? You haven't even asked me my name yet." He chuckled. While he tried his best to be smooth, you could hear the nervousness in his voice. You went to ask, but were interrupted by your boss yelling at you for not being back.

Once meals are served, things settle down for you, save for refilling people's glasses. You're so close to getting a break! Unfortunately, you trip over one of the tablecloths and fall this time. The tray of wine glasses you're holding comes crashing down and makes a mess on the tile floor. You're not even sure what to do for a moment, frozen in shock. Other workers came and rushed you off, telling you to get a mop or something else to clean this all up. Luckily, your clothes weren't stained so you wouldn't have to get changed. Silver linings, right? Still, you go to the closet and pull on the knob. Locked.

...Locked? That doesn't make any sense. Why keep things locked up in case of a spill. Not thinking anything of that, you open the door.

You take in a breath and all you can smell is blood. It's pungent, and makes you cover your mouth. One of your coworkers, a girl you hadn't known well, lay still in the arms of a guy feasting on her neck. It's messy. It's repulsive. You can't even scream, it's so much. You just stand there in silence, eyes glued to the sight as he finishes the job. Once he's done, only then do you see his face.

It's one you were hoping not to see.

"It's you, darling."

#letters #vampire #werewolf #werewolves #vampire x reader #werewolf x reader #monster imagine #monster boyfriend #monster lover #monster

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rorywritesjunk · 9 months

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Suppose I never ever let you Kiss me so sweet

Your healing powers are limited to one person a day but that doesn't keep Buggy from demanding you heal him. Rating: PG-13ish. They kiss. It's kinda fluffy as well. Warning: Broken ankle, bratty Buggy, Reader teases and mocks Buggy (playfully). Established relationship. I think they're married? Kissing. Suggested themes near the end. Devil Fruit powers causing discomfort (Not sure if that's really a thing but I've seen folks talk about it lately and decided to run with it). A/N: Request from @chochotorianime10 "hey Love your buggy stories. I was hoping I could request a buggy and s/o that has healing powers like Karin from Naruto thank you!!!(sorry if I spelled anything wrong.)" This was fun to write. Thank you for the request! I hope you enjoy it. Title comes from "Fidelity" by Regina Spektor.

“Listen, Cabaji, just bite my arm and you'll heal, okay?”

The acrobat could only stare at you in mild horror, eyes darting between you, your arm, and the captain that was hovering over the two of you, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched how this would play out.

It was just a broken ankle, that much you were able to tell when he fell off the unicycle with his foot catching in the spoke and pulling it down on top of him. While it had been hilarious to watch, almost happening in slow motion, you were at his side immediately, untangling him from the small wreckage before looking for injuries.

“I-I 'm just fine. I don't need to… bite you.”

“Oh, so you don't want to walk properly again?” You shrugged as you started to stand up. “Okay, then that's fine with me. I can't force you to do anything.

“Cabaji, stop being an ass.” Buggy said. “Bite her damn arm.”

He knew what your abilities were capable of. While Buggy found it a little harder to get hurt with his Devil Fruit powers, he wasn't invincible. He sometimes needed healing and while the first time you told him to bite you, he thought it was some weird kind of foreplay, but now he was used to it.

Cabaji really really didn't want to do this but you knelt back down, holding your left arm out to him. He saw blue marks along your arm before he bit into your skin carefully. You didn't move, keeping your eyes on him as a warm aura surrounded him, the pained look in his eyes fading as he started to relax from the pain relief. He pulled back and looked at you with fascination as you stood up, holding your hand out to him. He took it and allowed you to pull himself up, stumbling for a moment but you caught him, steadying him on his feet while he hesitantly put weight on what was his injured ankle.

“How did you-”

“Good, you can walk.” You pulled back from him. “Get your shit out of the way and fix your damn unicycle.” You glanced over at Buggy. “You done with me now, Captain?”

“For now, but don’t go too far.” He told you. You put your hands on your hips and looked at him, giving him a look that said You’re an idiot. It took him a moment to realize why you were looking at him before it dawned on him. “Go get something to eat then, don’t crowd the place! Geez, Doc. Go away, we don’t need you now.”

You grinned cheekily at him before heading off to get a snack. Cabaji couldn’t help but watch you leave before Buggy turned on him. “What are you staring at?! Get back to practicing! Did you hit your head? You should know what to do by now for this shit, Cabaji!”

The acrobat did as he was told, not wanting to face the wrath of his captain.

You grabbed yourself a snack before retreating to the bedroom to read a book you found in one of the towns you recently stopped in. You managed to get some supplies you needed before Buggy launched some of the Buggy Balls at it, one of the items being a book to read while you rested. Being able to only heal one person a day was frustrating at times, you wanted to be able to help more people and you had to make the decision on what injury was a priority. Cabaji breaking his ankle was a priority, and you hoped no one else needed help until tomorrow.

So to keep yourself from overdoing it, you made sure to rest, snack, and do something to pass the time until Buggy finished up for the day, demanding your attention for the evening which you were more than happy to shower him with.

You were an hour into reading, eating some crackers and cheese when Buggy showed up, looking grumpy as he tossed his coat and kicked his boots off. He was making a fuss about something but you were tuning him out for now, knowing he needed to get that excess bit of energy out before he would relax for the evening. It often meant him pacing around the room, kicking things away if they got into his path, maybe punching a wall before he would settle onto the bed beside you.

Today, however, he paced a few times before stopping at the end of the bed with his arms crossed as he faced you. He cleared his throat a few times, trying to get you to look at him, and finally a hand came and pulled your book out of your hands and tossed it aside.

“Rough day?” You asked, annoyed that you lost your place in the book. “Y’know, you could have just said something.”

“I shouldn’t have to say something!” He insisted, stomping his foot before he dramatically threw himself down onto the bed beside you, voice now muffled with a pillow when he spoke. “My body hurts and you can’t help me now because you helped Cabaji instead.”

You rolled your eyes and reached over him to grab your book to set it on the nightstand. “You wanted me to. He was a priority, Buggy.”

“Yea, but so am I.” He whined, raising his head just enough to look at you. You patted him on the head and he frowned. “Don’t mock me and my discomfort.”

“Well, Buggy, I’m tapped out for the day.” You reminded him as you leaned down to kiss him on the top of his head. “How about I kiss your boo-boos and make you feel better?”

“Are you making fun of me?”

“No, of course not!” You insisted as you took his bandana off and tossed it aside, running your fingers through his hair. “Well, okay, actually, maybe a little, but mostly because you know Cabaji needed my help more.”

He rolled onto his back and huffed, looking up at you with a frown. “Maybe, but I still deserve your attention.”

“Well, obviously.” You said, rolling your eyes. “How can I forget to shower the Great Captain Buggy, the Genius Jester, with the attention he deserves?”

“Now I know you’re mocking me.”

“Never!” You feigned innocence, both hands on your cheeks as you stared at him, aghast he would accuse you of such a thing. “I love you too much to ever mock you.”

Buggy glared at you before rolling onto his side, his back now to you as he crossed his arms to sulk. You stared at him, the fearsome Captain Buggy acting like a petulant child in that moment. Honestly, you loved him but sometimes you couldn’t help but tease him just a little. Still, you felt just a bit bad, wondering if maybe you went a bit too far, so you leaned over him, your hand on his shoulder as you kissed him on the cheek.

“I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings, Buggy.” You murmured softly. He huffed, refusing to look at you. “I can’t heal you but I’ll kiss your booboos to make them feel better, how about that, love?”

“Hmph. You don’t deserve to.” He mumbled back, refusing to look at you. You managed not to roll your eyes, pressing your lips to his cheek, trailing kisses down to his jaw while your hand moved beside his face to turn his head to look at you. Thankfully he toned down the brattiness because he didn’t pop his head off to get away from you. He definitely wanted your attention.

You pecked him on the lips, grinning down at him as he moved onto his back once more, arms crossed as he glared up at you. “Tell me where it hurts, Buggy, and I’ll kiss it to make it feel better.”

“Everywhere.” He sighed in frustration.

Buggy had told you how his body sometimes ached from his Devil Fruit powers, the constant popping of his limbs off his body causing some discomfort if he did it too often in a day. He wasn’t in need of healing most of the time, he just wanted your attention which you were fine to give him.

“Okay, so here?” You asked before kissing him once more on the lips as you moved to straddle him carefully, being mindful in case he was having more discomfort than usual. He uncrossed his arms, resting his hands on the top of his thighs as he relaxed underneath you. When you pulled back, looking down at him, he looked just a bit calmer than when he first came into the bedroom. “Where else, my love? I need you to tell me.”

“Here?” He pointed to the nape of his neck and you wasted no time in leaning down to kiss the spot where he was pointing, nibbling gently at his skin before sitting back up to look down at him. Buggy looked back up at you, obviously trying to think of where else on his body he needed some ‘healing’. You didn’t wait for him to tell you before taking both of his hands in yours, softly kissing his knuckles one by one, the backs of his hands and finally his palms, each brush of your lips over his skin lasting just a few seconds before you moved on to the next one.

“Where else, Buggy?” You asked as you lowered his hands back down. He didn’t respond so you leaned back down to kiss him on the forehead, holding his head carefully in your hands before you began to list off some options for him. “Shoulders? Elbows? Tell me, love.”

“Everywhere.” He mumbled, his eyes wide as he watched you unbutton his shirt, pushing it open before you kissed the base of his throat. He let out a soft moan, his hand back on the top of your thighs as you lingered there, sucking on his skin softly. “Y-Yea, there too, babe. The neck really aches.”

“I know, Buggy.” You chuckled as you pulled back. “Y’know, if your body hurts this much, I may need you to remove the rest of your clothes so I can give you a proper look over.”

He perked up a bit, a mischievous grin appearing on his face. “Is that what the Doctor orders? Get me naked so you can examine me?”

“Afraid so, Buggy.” You told him, shaking your head. “That’s the only way I’ll be able to treat you is if you’re completely naked.”

“You should have said something earlier then!” He sat up abruptly as he started to remove the rest of his clothes. “What else do you recommend, Doc?”

“I recommend staying in bed for the rest of the night.” You said as he tried to remove your pants while you were still on his lap. You put your hands on his to halt his actions for just a moment. “No strenuous exercises, rest, and to let me take care of you.”

Buggy looked up at you, head tilted to the side as he smiled softly at you. His eyes were almost sparkling, full of love now and trust for you, knowing you would always be there to take care of him. “That all, Doc?”

“That’s what the doctor orders, Buggy.” You told him as you gave him a kiss. “Just let me care for you, okay?”

“Okay.” He nodded, leaning into your kiss. “Whatever you want.”

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doumadono · 1 year

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Hiiiiiiiii :3

Cooongrats on 3k... you could share and gibe me some followers :< but fine... I get it... :'<

Giving you piggyback rides with... Prohero!Kirishima with fellow Pro fem!reader! I'd like to ask for a short fic.

Love you and congrats again! 🐺💖

A piggyback ride - Kirishima x Reader

Synopsis: during a fight against villains, you injured your knee. Eijiro made sure your knee was treated, and afterwards, he ensured you got back home safely A/N: thank you, love! Trust me, if I could, I would give you everything! Nevertheless, I hope you'll enjoy this tiny, fluffy fic ♥

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You sat on the cold pavement, your knee throbbing in pain as the adrenaline from the battle subsided. The successful mission had left the city center safe, but it had taken a toll on you. Your fellow Prohero, Kirishima, rushed to your side with concern etched on his face.

"Y/N, are you okay?" Kirishima's deep voice resonated with worry as he knelt beside you, his red hair falling gently over his eyes.

"I'll be fine, just twisted my knee during the fight," you replied, trying to put on a brave face despite the pain.

Kirishima's strong and chiseled features softened as he examined your injury. "You shouldn't push yourself too hard, you know? Let me help you back to the agency."

You nodded, appreciating his concern. As a fellow Prohero, you had shared countless battles and trained together. Kirishima was known for his unwavering determination and strength, making him an invaluable asset during missions. Today, he had proved once again why he was the hero you admired the most.

Gently, Kirishima scooped you up into his arms, carrying you as if you weighed nothing at all. His muscles flexed under his costume, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of safety being held in his arms.

"Are you comfortable?" Kirishima asked with a hint of worry as he began to walk towards the agency's headquarters.

You smiled warmly. "Yes, thank you, Kirishima. You're a lifesaver."

He chuckled, his smile infectious. "Just doing my duty as your partner," he said, and you could hear the genuine care in his voice.

The streets were still filled with the aftermath of the battle, but you didn't mind. The sight of Kirishima, the hero with a heart of gold, carrying you through the chaos made everything seem peaceful. People cheered and thanked both of you for saving the city, and their words only served to strengthen your admiration for Kirishima.

As you approached the agency's headquarters, Kirishima gently set you down on a nearby bench. He crouched down in front of you, concern etched on his face once more. "Is there anything I can get you? Water, first aid?" he asked, his eyes locked onto yours.

"Just some water would be great," you replied, touched by his thoughtfulness.

Kirishima dashed inside and returned with a bottle of water. As you sipped the cool liquid, he sat down beside you, leaning in slightly. "You were amazing out there," he said, admiration evident in his voice. "Your dedication and courage inspire me every day, truly, Y/N."

Blushing, you looked away. "Thanks, Eijiro. But I couldn't have done it without you. You were incredible out there too."

His face turned a faint shade of pink, and he scratched the back of his head. "Heh, thanks. We make a great team, don't we?"

"We really do," you agreed, a soft smile on your lips.

After a while, your knee felt better, and you knew you should head inside for proper medical attention. However, you couldn't help but feel reluctant to leave Kirishima's side. Being carried by him had brought a new sense of intimacy, and you found yourself enjoying his company more than ever.

As if reading your mind, Kirishima stood up and extended a hand to help you up. "Come on, let's get that knee checked out."

You took his hand, and he pulled you up with ease. Inside the agency, you received the medical care you needed, and your knee was wrapped in bandages. As you emerged from the infirmary, Kirishima was waiting for you with that warm smile of his.

"I guess I should head home now," you said with a hint of reluctance. "It's been a long day."

"Actually," Kirishima began, "I thought maybe I could walk you home. Or, um, carry you home again if you're still in pain."

You couldn't help but smile at his offer. "I'd love that, Eijiro. But I don't want to cause you problems…"

He grinned back, a twinkle in his eyes. "Are ya joking? Hop on." Kirishima crouched down, gesturing for you to hop on his back.

With a light leap, you hopped onto Kirishima's back, wrapping your arms around his neck as he stood back up. The world shifted as you were lifted into the air, and you couldn't help but feel giddy like a child again. This time, you didn't mind the pain in your knee as much, for the joy of being with Kirishima far outweighed any discomfort.

As he carried you through the city once again, you couldn't help but reflect on how lucky you were to have such a caring and strong partner. With Kirishima by your side, you felt invincible, both in battle and in life. You rested your chin on his shoulder, enjoying the view from a different perspective.

After reaching your apartment, Kirishima gently set you down on the ground, ensuring you were steady on your feet. The pain in your knee had subsided a bit, but you knew you still needed to take it easy.

"Thank you so much for carrying me all the way here, Eijiro," you said, grateful for his support and care.

He blushed at your words, his ears turning slightly red as well. "Ah, it was nothing, really. I couldn't just leave you to struggle, you know?"

You smiled warmly and, feeling a rush of affection, leaned forward to plant a soft kiss on his cheek.

Kirishima's blush deepened, and he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. "You don't have to thank me," he mumbled, his voice a mix of embarrassment and delight.

"But I want to," you replied, gazing into his eyes. "You're always there for me, Kirishima. I appreciate everything you do, big or small."

His bashful demeanor melted away, replaced by a warm and genuine smile. "Well, I'm glad I can be there for you. You mean a lot to me, and I'll always support you, no matter what."

You felt your heart swell with affection for the amazing hero standing before you. Without a second thought, you reached out and took his hand in yours, interlocking your fingers.

"Thank you for being the best partner and friend anyone could ask for," you said, sincerity lacing every word.

Kirishima's smile grew wider, his grip on your hand tightening gently. "And thank you for being an incredible hero and an even more incredible person. I'm lucky to have you in my life."

Your heart skipped a beat, and you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with emotion. In that moment, you realized just how deep your feelings ran for Kirishima, and you knew that the kiss you had shared earlier was just the beginning of something special.

As the evening turned into night, you both stood there, hand in hand, basking in the newfound connection between you. There were no words necessary, for the unspoken understanding and affection were enough to fill the air around you.

With a soft smile, Kirishima leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead, a silent promise of his support and love. And in that simple gesture, you knew that you had found someone who would stand by your side through thick and thin.

From that day on, giving you piggyback rides became a cherished tradition between you and Kirishima. Whether it was after a mission or simply spending time together, being carried by him symbolized the unwavering support and love you shared. And as the days turned into months and months into years, your bond with Kirishima only grew stronger, proving that heroes not only save the world but also each other's hearts. You faced countless battles together, each victory strengthening the love between you. And on quieter days, you'd steal moments of tranquility, simply enjoying each other's company, knowing that you were each other's safe haven in a world filled with chaos. Together, you found strength in each other's presence, and with Kirishima by your side, you knew that anything was possible. You had not only found a hero but a partner, a confidant, and a love that would endure any obstacle.

divider by: @cafekitsune

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illiana-mystery · 9 months

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Here's a little something for my mutual @lost-in-the-forest-again. She was sick recently, so I wrote this fluffy little sick fic for her...

Scientifically Accurate Angel

Plot: During a walk around Manhattan to clear his head, Otto stumbles across a sick woman that's passed out on the sidewalk. Moved with compassion, he and the actuators gather her and her belongings and bring her to their new hideout. But Otto soon realizes that he's beginning to develop feelings for this strange woman, due to how much she reminds him of Rosie.

SFW, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Cuddling, Budding Love, Awkward Flirting, Nursing Back to Health

Taglist: @goodoldcharley, @imwithyoutiltheendofthelinebucky, @braindead94, @curbitkirby, @freddiefredfive, @writingkitten, @iobsessoverfictionalmen

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The blistering pain of your sudden headache rang through your skull and cranium, suddenly waking you up in an unknown location.

You gently blink, trying not to irritate your headache more. But as you do, you get better sight of the room you're in.

It was a quaint little space, but staged like a cozy hotel room in the middle of the city.

The walls were a warm chestnut and the bed you found yourself in was plush and wide, decorated with earthy bedding.

Ahead of you was a small desk and whiteboard covered with equations. And next to that was a dresser and a TV atop of it. But your eyes squinted when you noticed a light blinking as loud footsteps cratered the floor below you.

Eyes still squinted, you jolted a bit when you noticed a curious actuator bulging out at you.

Were you in Doc Ock's hideout?

You didn't really have time to really think about it before the actuator gently pushed you down on the bed and pulled the covers over you again. It gently patted your shoulder after, before disappearing in the corner where the light flashed again.

"She's awake?" you heard a gruff voice ask. "Does she seem stable?"

But there was no answer.

"Oh, good. I was worried," he answered back to silence.

You were more than puzzled, but pretended to be asleep when he finally revealed himself from the lit-up corner.

He was just as big and tall as you figured, but almost teddy bear like. His dark brunette hair was all over his head, his cheeks were red flushed from the cold, and in his hand was a bag of medicine and other remedies for you.

Although you didn't know that yet.

"Looks like she fell back to sleep, Flo," he said with a little giggle. "She's quite beautiful. Reminds me of my Rosie."

Flo rubbed his cheek after he said that, knowing he would cry if she didn't.

"Thanks, Flo," he said, making the actuator buzz happily. "We should let her rest some more. I'll tend to her once she's up again."

The actuator nodded.

"Glad we're on the same page. Now back to my work."

Five minutes later, you finally woke fully up again. You blinked and saw he was focused on his whiteboard, writing more equations down.

He looked so cute focused, you almost didn't want to bother him. However, Flo beat you to it.

She immediately noticed you were awake again and notified Otto. Swiftly, he turned around and just smiled at you before making his way over to the bed.

"I'm glad you're awake," he said, softly caressing your face. "I was so worried."

"How did I end up here?" you asked, holding your throbbing head.

"We found you laying in the street," he answered. "We thought you were dead at first until Moe felt a pulse. So we gathered you and your belongings and brought you here."

"Oh, I didn't realize I passed out. I had to leave work early because of my throbbing headache and body aches."

"You might have the flu," Otto suggested. "But that's okay. I got a couple of different medicines from Duane Reade to take care of you."

"Oh, thank you. But I don't want to burden you. Seems like you're busy."

"Nonsense," he assured. "I don't mind. Unless you have someone at home that can take care of you."

"No," you solemnly answered. "It's only me and a sad studio apartment."

"Then it's settled. You can stay here until you get well," he happily said. "I also bought some soup if you would like some. Maybe it will help you gain some energy back."

"Soup does sound good. But why are you being so kind to me?" you asked, acting ignorant to his comment earlier.

"I feel it's a way for me to make up for my wrongdoings. I want to help mankind again, even if that means starting with helping you get better."

You blushed.

"Thanks."

"No problem," he said as he squeezed your hand and kissed it. "Now lie back down. I'm gonna go make that soup for you and get that medicine together."

"Okay," you said, obeying his command.

"Flo, keep her company," he said as she remained while he turned the corner.

"Hi again, Flo," you greeted, before she buzzed and flashed yellow. You were confused, until she laid against your stomach.

You giggled, but pet her. However, you didn't realize that Otto felt that too.

"Ooh, that tickles," he exclaimed.

"Wait, you felt that?"

"I feel whatever they feel. They're attached to my spine," he explained as he began to cook the soup.

"Oh, right. I'll stop then," you said, before Flo started whining.

"Flo likes your touch. It's fine. You can keep petting her. I'll live."

"Umm, okay," you moaned as you kept petting the actuator. She joyfully purred, cuddling even closer to you.

"She's cute," you said.

"Thank you. They're basically curious puppies now since I have a new inhibitor chip. They love interacting with new humans. I'm glad she likes you already, but Flo is the kindest one after all."

"I can tell."

"Your soup is almost done," he announced. "What medicine would you like to take? I got Motrin, Tylenol, Sudafed, or Benedryl."

"Give me a Tylenol," you replied. "Is it cold and flu?"

"And fast acting."

"Perfect," you say before the pot starts to sizzle on the stove.

"Soup's done," he announced. "Small bowl?"

"Yes, please," you answered back.

"Alright," he replied. "And I need two Tylenols...thank you, Moe. Okay, I'm coming back in."

You giggled, trying not to blush again when you saw him walking in with a tray, his chest now covered over with an apron.

Gently, he placed the tray over your lap after Flo moved and sat down by your side.

"Would you like me to feed it to you or can you manage?"

"I mean I can manage, but I don't mind you feeding me."

He giggled.

"Okay," he hummed as he grabbed the spoon. "Here comes the plane!"

"I'm not a child," you playfully huffed.

"Compared to me, you are," he chuckled before he properly fed you your first bite. "How old are you anyway?"

"30," you replied. "And you? You're probably like what...35? 40?"

He laughed.

"You're too kind. I'm technically 68," he answered back.

"Technically?"

"Yeah, weird multiversal travel stuff I recently went through. I got pulled from the past when I was 51 and then brought to this present where I would technically be 68."

"Hmm, weird," you hummed. "I don't really understand time travel. That's why I work in fashion."

"So that's what you do for a living?"

"Yeah, I'm an apprentice of Laney Valenci, the new heir of the Valenci fashion brand."

"Valenci? Oh, you mean that brand Norman Osborn likes so much? Hmm, small world."

You giggled.

"I didn't know he was a fan. I only design the womenswear though."

"I see," he pondered. "Also I didn't get your name. I'm Otto."

"Nice to formerly meet you, Otto. I'm Samantha, but everyone calls me Sam."

"What a beautiful name," he cooed, making you smile and blush.

"Thanks. Are you always charming?"

He blushed.

"Not always. I learned a lot from my late wife, bless her soul."

"I'm so sorry," you said, gently touching his hand.

"It's okay. I know she's in a better place," he assured. "Now let's get back to feeding you."

"Okay," you chirped.

He fed you some more of the soup before you finally asked him what you had been pondering for a while.

"What kind of project are you working on? What's with all of the equations?"

"Would you like me to dumb it down for you?" he teased.

"Yes," you moaned before Flo snaked over to comfort you with a cheek rub.

He chuckled.

"I'm working on a sustainable generator that is powered by green energy," he explained. "Generators can cause a lot of pollution, so I want to make one that won't."

"That's fascinating," you replied. "I assume you've made some progress."

"Not as much as I would like, but I'm starting to cook with gas," he said, feeding you another spoonful of soup. "But I desperately needed a break and Flo thinks that me taking care of you will help clear my head a bit."

"Oh," you said as you pet Flo again. "Thank you."

The actuator buzzed against your hand in response.

"She says you're welcome."

You smiled.

"One more spoonful left and then you have to take your Tylenol."

"Will it make the medicine go down?" you jokingly asked.

"You're a Sound of Music fan?"

"No," you confirmed, before taking your last slurp of soup. "It was just a cheap joke to get a reaction from you. Did it work?"

He laughed.

"I guess it did," he admitted. "But now I'm curious, what musical movie adaptation do you like?"

"Phantom of the Opera," you answer.

"Hmm, no hesistation," he observed. "But excellent taste. I have one of the adaptations on DVD. We can watch it together."

"Okay, but only if you cuddle with me," you boldly said, looking him right in the eye.

His face became redder than a tomato and he froze.

You wanted to cuddle with him?

He couldn't believe it.

Why would a pretty young woman like you want to cuddle with a mentally wrecked, old, mad scientist like him?

"I didn't even give you the medicine yet and you already sound loopy."

You laughed.

"I mean it, Otto. I would like to cuddle with you while we watch the movie."

"Alright," he relented before he gathered the Tylenol in his palm. "But now it's time to take your medicine."

"Okay!" you chirped before he fed the pills to you and gave you a sip of water. "Now what?"

"Now, you're gonna let the medicine do its job by resting again," he told you calmly as Flo pushed you back down on the bed. "Take another nap and once you wake up, we can cuddle and watch the movie."

You giggled.

"Sounds good to me," you said as you got more comfortable and closed your eyes. "See you in a bit, Otto."

"See you in a bit, Sam," he softly said.

About an hour later, you slowly batted your eyes open. Finally, your head stopped hurting and your body aches were quelled. However, your small fever still lingered.

It sucked, but you were glad that you were starting to feel better.

After you regained full consciousness, you noticed that Otto was back by his whiteboard. He was humming a happy tune, while the actuators were all watching him work.

Until Flo caught you again. In an instant, she jumped and turned around, facing you with her glowing yellow light.

"Up again already?" Otto jovially asked. "Well, you woke up at a good time. I needed another break after the breakthrough I just made."

You giggled, before he got up and made his way over to you again. He was smiling so bright, his eyes twinkling as he looked you over again. He could just tell you were starting to feel better.

Still, he wanted to check though. So he put his hand on your forehead and asked,

"How you feeling?"

"Well enough to cuddle with you," you joked, making him playfully sigh.

"I'm serious, Sam. Do you still have a headache? Are you still aching?"

"I still have a small fever, but my headache and body aches are basically gone."

"Yeah, you definitely still have a fever," he observed before pulling his hand away. "Feeling nauseous at all? Seems like you've been keeping your soup down."

"No, I don't have any nausea," you replied. "Just the little fever, promise."

"Okay, well maybe a lukewarm shower will help the fever go down," he noted.

"I don't have another pair of clothes," you whined.

"No worries. You can just wear one of my shirts as a nightgown. I mean you aren't going anywhere."

"Fair point. It is more comfortable to cuddle in than my work clothes."

Otto playfully rolled his eyes.

"Then it's settled. I'll run your water," he announced before leaving you alone in the room to do that.

You were only alone for a few minutes though, before he came back and tried to help you out of bed.

Your legs were still kind of numb, so it was a bit of a challenge. You ended up falling into his embrace, which made him more flustered since your top fell down a little in the process.

But he ignored it as best he could to help you regain your balance. It only took another two minutes to do so, and finally you made your way to his bathroom.

His little bathroom was simple, but kinda cute. It had just enough space to move around, which was good. It also had a mirror, a standard sink and faucet, and white cabinets & drawers underneath. Then to the side was a porcelain white toilet with a white medicine cabinet above. As for the walls, they were painted a baby blue, matching the tiles that decorated the walls of the shower/bath combo.

But what really caught your attention was his shower curtain. The fabric was decorated with painted octopi, all different colorful species against an ocean background.

The sight made you giggle, which Otto noticed.

"What's so funny?"

"Your shower curtain," you answered. "Kind of on the nose, huh?"

"Flo liked it," he shrugged. "Now are you able to clean yourself off or..."

"As much as I would like you to help me, I noticed how flustered you are so I can handle it myself. No worries."

"Well, alright. I'll be in the kitchen making you some more soup."

"Aye, aye captain," you teased, before he shook his head and closed the door behind him.

He went straight to the kitchen after, humming a happy tune again while he fished out another can of soup from the bag.

But as the soup started to cook, Flo began to vibrate loudly like she felt a disturbance. Otto was more than confused and tried to calm her down before he heard a loud thud.

Panicked, he rushed back over to the bathroom and swung the door open. But when he peeked through the curtain, his heart dropped.

There you were, lying unconscious on the tub floor. Your right leg was up in the air while your left was bent at the knee. One arm was pinned against your side and the left of the tub while the other dangled from the tub's edge.

And then there was your head.

It was drooping from the side, but posed almost like a melancholy Renaissance painting. It was an odd sight, but Otto wasted no time to help you. Even if he didn't want to gaze upon your naked body...

Well, not yet anyway.

Still, he jumped into action, stopping the water that was still raining down on you first. After, he picked you up and wrapped you in a towel to dry you off.

You fell into his grasp again as he dried you off, giving him another close up peek of your breasts.

But he ignored it again and threw the first t-shirt Moe grabbed from his closet on you.

"I'm glad she's still breathing," he told Flo once he picked you up again and brought you to the bed. The actuator comforted her creator with a cheek rub after. "I just hope she'll wake up soon. I really did want to cuddle with her."

He sulked away soon after, walking back to his kitchen to stop the soup cooking on the stove. Then he retired himself back to his desk, just praying Flo would sense you getting up again.

You didn't give him much time to reflect though as you opened your eyes again a few minutes after Otto put you back in bed.

You were very confused though.

Last thing you remembered was being in the shower. You didn't remember leaving said shower or putting his T-shirt on.

What happened in between then and now? And why were you unconscious again?

It made no sense, but you didn't want to freak out Flo who just realized you were up again. So you just saved face and slowly sat back up.

"She's up?!" Otto happily asked his helper.

Flo nodded.

"Oh good," he chirped turning his attention to you.

You felt like you were gonna blush by how happy he sounded.

"Hungry?" he jovially asked. "I just heated up another can of soup for you."

"Yeah, I could go for some more soup," you replied. "And your cuddles."

He laughed.

"Soup first, cuddles later," he gently said. "Besides, you need to get your strength back up and take some more Tylenol. How you feeling? You took a nasty fall earlier. We had to take you out the shower."

"Oh, is that why I have no recollection of how I got here? And why I feel a bit more sore?"

"I'm afraid so," he confirmed. "Stay put and get cozy. I'll be right back with your remedies."

You nodded, although you were really confused as to why you fell. You've never fallen in your shower before.

Was it because your legs were previously a bit numb?

Maybe...

Otto returned before you could ponder though, but without his apron on this time. The routine was the same though and he fed you again with no hesitation.

The way he looked at you between bites made your heart melt even more. It was clear in his warm brown eyes that he was fond of you. He obviously developed a crush on you since your time together, but you didn't mind.

Of course...

"Otto," you started, almost hesitating to ask him what you were about to ask.

"Yes, Sam? Everything okay?"

"Everything's fine," you assured him. "I just wanted to know something..."

"What?" he softly asked.

"Do you like me?"

His face turned even more red than before.

"What gave it away?"

You giggled.

"The way you've treated me all day. You seem more interested in me than just being my nurse. And you blushed when I asked to cuddle with you earlier."

"Right," he sighed. "I suppose I do fancy you. You remind me of my Rosie. I miss her so much, but maybe you're the sign that I need to move on."

"Otto," you softly said, caressing his face. "Would you like to go on a date with me once I get better?"

He smiled, before replying,

"Yes, I would like that a lot. Wherever you want to go, I'll take you."

You giggled again.

"Okay, I'll make a decision soon," you promised.

"Take your time. You're still ill," he remarked. "Now back to your soup. The sooner you eat and take your pills, the sooner we can get the cuddling."

"Right," you chirped, gladly taking another slurp of soup he gave you.

Another few minutes passed and you finished your meal and took your medicine. And once you did, Otto went back into his kitchen to clean up so he could finally cuddle and watch the movie with you.

Truly, he was anticipating this as much as you. He had been so lonely for so long, he was glad that he found you.

His sick, little fallen angel.

"I think it's cuddle time," he happily said before he joined you in the bed.

You laughed and let Moe wrap around you to put you in Otto's lap. He released you after and you laid your head on Otto's chest while Flo found the DVD and put it in the player next to the TV.

After, she returned to your side, guarding you as her creator held you close against his beating heart.

You were in heaven and you felt more loved than you ever had in your entire life.

Otto was just so nice and soft and plush. He made a wonderful sentient pillow, a nice one you didn't want to let go off or move from.

And you made that very apparent when you fell asleep against him right before the movie ended.

Otto couldn't help but smile at how beautiful you looked in your slumber either. But Flo was a bit concerned about your comfort.

"Flo, leave her be. She seems comfortable to me. Let her keep resting," he told his creation before he gently caressed your face again. "Looks like I might have found you a new mommy, guys. A new, beautiful mommy."

Flo buzzed of excitement at the thought, before she wrapped herself around you loosely and gently vibrated against your stomach.

You were too knocked out to notice though.

And Otto just kept watch until he also succumb to his fatigue, his subconscious just hoping that you would be better in the morning.

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I never considered myself a Mayday girl but 👀 that last one got me in the fluffy feels so 33 and 47?

@coffeeandbatboys I know what you mean, but once you become a Mayday girl, I don't think there's ever a way to go back. LOL.

I hope you enjoy this one. I certainly did.

Love oo,

My Heart

Warnings: Frostbite, injuries, medical treatment, mistreatment of clones, anxiety, tears, anger, hitting the wall, kisses, innuendo, not feeling worthy enough, appreciation, I think that's it. If I miss anything, please let me know.

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You shook your head as. You gently placed Hexx’s hands in warm water, your heart hurt when he winced in pain. “I know, I know it hurts, Hexx. Just bear with it for a little bit, okay? Once we get your fingers defrosted, we can make sure there’s no permanent damage. Alright, sweetie?”

“Yeah. Thanks, vod’ika.”

“Don’t worry I got you. I’m gonna put your feet in warm water too, okay?”

Hexx simply nodded, too tired and cold to really answer. You wrapped his body in a blanket, “We gotta raise your body temperature okay? Your body suit was able to protect most of your body, thankfully, but we still need to bring it up okay. I’m gonna get you something hot to drink. Okay?” You wrapped the blanket around him tighter.

“Vod’ika, in case we don’t say this enough. You’re amazing.”

You gave him a soft smile as you patted his back, “Not that amazing, but I’ll take it. I’ll be back.”

As soon as you were out of his sight and heading to the poor excuse you all called a kitchen, you let the anger you had been holding back unleash itself on the wall, smacking it with your hand over and over again, as tears welled up in your eyes.

You felt the strong arms you have come to know even in your sleep; wrapping around you and holding you close, as you felt him pressing you into his chest, as you felt his heart beat against your back. He closed the door with his foot so you could break down in his arms, “It’s alright, babe. It’s alright.”

“No, it’s not!” You turned in his arms and buried your face in Mayday’s shoulder holding him close as you cried your eyes out. “Another hour and he would’ve lost his fingers and toes. What’s the point of staying here?”

Mayday wrapped his arms tighter around you, pressing kisses to your forehead, “Babe, I know…” he let out a sigh, “I don’t know what to do right now,” he let out a chuckle. “I can either get super angry and pissed with you and we go to the training room, go a couple rounds of sparring or… I just stand here and shower you with kisses, because the fact that you get so upset about one of my men, means more to me than you’ll ever know.”

A soft giggle escaped your lips as you nuzzled into his chest, “Oh, I love you.”

“I know, and you have to know there’s no one I could love like I love you. You’re one in a million cyar’ika.”

“So are you babe” you pulled back to look at him, smiling. “How do you do that?”

“What?”

“Make my anger washaway?”

“Simple, mesh’la. I make sure to keep your needs above my own.” He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “What is the prognosis on Hexx though?”

“Well I got him warming up his hands and feet right now. I’m going to take him some warm cocoa. Once he’s warm enough, I’ll dry off his hands and feet, see what sort of damage he’s dealing with and then go from there.”

His hands rubbed your back as he placed another kiss on your forehead, “Thank the force … for whatever that’s worth.”

You let out a sigh as you leaned back and looked into his eyes, “I should get back,” you stood on your toes and leaned in and kissed him, “I’ll see you later, right?”

“Yeah, cyar’ika.” Once he was sure your anger had subsided, he slowly lowered his arms and hands until he held yours as he looked at you, “Cyar’ika, before I go,” his hands gently held yours, lifting them until they pressed into his chest, “I want you to know how much we appreciate you being here. You could’ve left like all the others, be asked to get transferred out, but you didn’t. You’ve stuck by our side from day one since you joined our unit. You are one of the best medics the GAR or the Empire has ever seen, you should be somewhere better than this barren wasteland of a planet. You should have someone better by your side, than me. Someone who can do so much more for you, than what I can. And the fact … the fact you’ve … you’ve taken care of us, supported us, tried to find ways to keep us alive and safe …” He pressed his forehead against yours, and took in a deep breath, “You are my heart, cyar’ika. It doesn’t beat without you.”

You closed your eyes, breathing him in, “You are the air I breathe, and you are exactly where you need to be, by my side. I don’t care about that stuff, all I care about is you, and your men.”

“You can always lean on me, okay? When things get hard, when you get angry and need to smack a wall, or you need to scream your head off, I’m here for you. Alright? That’s what this is all about, you’re there for me, and I’m there for you. Always.”

“Yeah…” you nodded in understanding, “I need to get back to Hexx, but I love you.”

“I love you,” Mayday gave you one last kiss before letting you go, so you could focus on Hexx’s injuries, “and tonight, I’ll wear you out good and proper so you don’t have to be so worried.”

You giggled at his innuendo, “Promise?”

“Try and stop me” he chuckled, pressing one more kiss to your lips, before he headed back to his men.

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I have half a mind to make this a cute little miniseries but I don't know whether I will or not.

Modern AU meet cute -- originally for flufftober, before I decided I would not be doing flufftober. I hope you guys enjoy, just a bit of cute fluffiness for this far too warm Wednesday evening.

I'll post it on AO3 eventually, but for now it's just here.

Main, tenth walker, modern girl in Middle-earth fic of these two can be found here 💜

Dividers by cafekitsune

Boromir/Sybil [Boromir/OC] ~ 2,880 words

Sybil was having what was quite possibly the worst day of her entire year.

Striding through Gondor’s vast parkland, she turned her head this way and that, tears stinging her eyes and a lump lodging itself in her throat.

“Sarah? Sarah! Oh come on, damn you – Sarah?!”

Nothing. No response, no glimpse of ruddy red between the trees, nothing. What was she going to do? What could she do? Going home alone wasn’t an option, but how much longer should she search? When did it become a matter of informing authorities? Did one even inform authorities, in circumstances such as this?

…Was she hurt? Had she been taken?

“Sarah? Sarah!”

She was so concerned with her search that she didn’t bother looking where she was going, and she realised the stupidity in that only when she tripped.

Tumbling into the grass, she managed to roll as she did, taking the brunt of the impact to her hip rather than her tailbone. She was apologising before she’d even registered the pain.

“I am so sorry!” she exclaimed to the owner of the slack-clad legs she’d tripped over.

A businessman, judging by his dress, reclined on the grass, the remnants of his lunch gathered in a paper bag at his side. He was already sitting up, caught between grabbing at her to make sure she was already and the knowledge that laying hands on unknown women was not a welcome thing.

She tried to right what she’d knocked over – a paper coffee cup, which she realised had thankfully already been empty – and then accepted his help to rise, which he offered as he did so, too. Her heart thudded in her chest as she already wondered how quickly she could leave without being rude, more concerned with her search than with this stranger who was making enquiries as to her wellbeing that she only half listened to.

Then, though, she registered who she was looking at. Boromir. Lord Boromir. The Steward’s son.

Her panic – it had to be the only reason she hadn’t recognised him from the start. How many times had his face been flashed across the television screen in her home growing up, usually accompanied by her parents shaking their heads? When she was very young, the news pieces usually despaired at his teenage antics, often debating (just a touch too gleefully) whether any typical youthful foolishness was actually an indicator of a deeper, more troubling character flaw. But as he aged into young adulthood, and Sybil grew old enough to heed the goings-on of Gondor at all, those stories shifted, instead hailing him as the people’s prince – despite the fact that he technically wasn’t one – and singing of his wartime achievements.

These days, the press took on a decidedly different turn, focusing instead on when he would finally marry. And, more importantly, whom.

Naturally, Sybil found the whole bloody thing ridiculous. Not only that, but also intrusive to any unlucky enough to be involved, and – most of all – entirely irrelevant to her life. So she paid it little mind. But now he was smiling at her, he was handsome, and she was blushing.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I? I wasn’t looking, it was stupid of me – I’m so-”

“I’m uninjured,” he cut in with a warm laugh. “Truth be told, I’ve been debating on whether to offer you my assistance. You’ve lost your friend?”

If it was a friend she’d lost track of, she wouldn’t be wandering the park on the brink of tears. She wasn’t quite that pathetic just yet.

“Sort of,” she offered an embarrassed smile. “A four-legged one.”

Mostly, she just wanted to end this encounter with as much dignity and speed as humanly possible so she could get back to her search without worrying about creating a diplomatic incident.

“A dog?” he understood her meaning easily. “You…you named your dog Sarah?”

Sybil met his eye, then quickly looked away, and finally looked at him again, knowing what she had to do but doubting she had the strength.

“It’s…it’s a stupid joke.”

“Now you must tell me,” amusement coloured his tone.

“Look, I really need to-”

“The sooner you tell me, the sooner you will secure my aid. I’ve quite a lot of confidence that I can help you.”

Quietly, Sybil muttered the dog’s full name. He didn’t catch it.

“Pardon?”

“Sarah Jessica Barker,” she repeated.

There was no way he wouldn’t understand the reference. Sex and the White City had been filmed here in Gondor, after all, continuing to shut down the fancier levels of Minas Tirith whenever an additional movie or season was dredged back up.

Lord Boromir’s lips stretched into a wide grin, his chest stuttering a little as he swallowed down a laugh, before he cast his eyes out into the distance, visibly trying to school himself back into seriousness. Great. Being laughed at by one of the loftiest men in the land in this moment, of all moments, was packing salt into a wound that still bled – and whatever momentary bedazzlement had struck her upon coming face to face to him quickly faded into annoyance, her lips thinning and nostrils flaring.

“If you’ll excuse me,” she said flatly.

She spun on her heel but his voice stopped her.

“Wait – wait. Miss! I’m sorry,” he held out a hand as if to snatch at her wrist, before he seemed to remember that grabbing strange women in parks wasn’t particularly well-received in civilised society. “Please. Allow me to help you. Truly, I didn’t mean to laugh.”

He was so contrite, and so damn earnest, that she couldn’t continue to be annoyed. Not outwardly, at least. And whatever ire still had her chest feeling tight was more panic masquerading as anger than anything else – the latter feeling somehow more palatable to feel.

“Fine, but unless you’ve seen her, I’m really not sure how you can help.”

“What does she look like?”

So sincere was his contrition that any who saw them without knowing who they were might think him her assistance, standing and regarding her solemnly, his hands behind his back as he waited, prepared for any request she might have. And then there were his eyes. So warm, and shining with true concern. It was enough to do away with the last of her annoyance.

“Tall, blonde, with a fondness for high heels,” her attempt at a joke was weak, but it earned her a grin, and he at least stopped looking so damn guilty. “She’s…she’s a spaniel. A red spaniel. She doesn’t bother much with strangers, so she wouldn’t have come up to you. I’m sure you would have missed her, if you weren’t specifically looking for her.”

“Perhaps, but hope is not lost. Come – please.”

And follow she did. Not because she ascribed to the belief that his station gave him mystical powers of capability, but just for sheer lack of anything else to do. What was the alternative? Refuse, and continue to wander, her calls for Sarah going ignored? And he seemed pretty sure of himself, at least. That gave him more going for him than she had for herself.

Boromir led the way to the pond that the park boasted – a manmade feature in a rough oval shape that curled in on itself, spanning almost the full width of the park, with a bridge stretching over it that was a very popular scenic spot for proposals.

“Ah,” he stared at the water. “It’s just as I thought.”

Still addled by panic, it took her a second to realise what he was talking about, beyond a look that confirmed that her dog was not, in fact, lurking beneath the surface. The emerald green algae that coated the surface of the water by the stony shore was disturbed, broken up here where it was otherwise a thick undisturbed carpet all the way to the left and right.

It was with a heavy sigh that he spoke next.

“The ducks like to gather on a hidden ledge beneath the bridge there,” he explained. “And the dogs like to bother the ducks.”

As he talked, he stood on one foot, lifted the other with not even the slightest wobble, and began to untie his shiny black leather shoe. He was moving onto the second one by the time she broke through her shock.

“What are you doing?”

He grinned at her, the impact annoyingly devastating.

“What do you think I’m doing?”

“Something ridiculous – you can’t go in there.”

“I must reunite you with your, forgive me, ridiculously named hound. The ends justify the means.”

“If she really did swim under there, she can swim back,” she protested.

Apparently willing to entertain her theory, but visibly unconvinced by it, he gestured at her as if to say by all means. Then he stood, rubbing at the back of his neck as she called out to her hound. The ledge that he’d spoken of was only barely visible from where they stood, but at her call, a black nose poked around the corner of the underside of the bridge, followed by fur that usually glowed a beautiful golden red on sunny days like this, but was now a sodden algae-ridden ruddy mess.

"Sarah!" she called, hunkering down and holding out her arms. “Sarah, come here!”

The dog panted, and she might’ve wagged her tail, but otherwise she regarded the water, and then Sybil, as if she was asking far too much. As if she hadn’t just been in that very water.

“Oh, for the love of…”

With a groan, she toed off one trainer, and then the other. She wasn’t wearing white today, at least that was something – nor anything particularly nice. Just workout leggings and a long, baggy tank top reserved for dog walking and generally not being seen by anybody of consequence. So much for that.

“What are you doing?” Boromir echoed her earlier words, placing himself between her and the pond.

“I’m getting my dog.”

“I’ll do it,” he laughed as if her idea was ridiculous.

“She’s my dog.”

“It’s my father’s pond,” he countered easily. “Technically speaking. And I was the one who presided over its opening ceremony, so I suppose it’s also part mine.”

“You can’t-”

“I insist! I can’t have you stealing my thunder when I have an opportunity for heroics.”

Those brilliant, handsome grins of his could easily have her giving him the damn dog if he kept it up. As he made his insistences, he took the cufflinks from his cuffs, handing them to her for safekeeping before he began to roll up his shirtsleeves. Too stunned for words, she may have ended up staring at his forearms…and he may have caught her. The grin on his face became just a touch more boyish for it.

“Are you sure?” she asked, shielding her eyes from the sun as she squinted up at him.

“I insist,” he repeated. “On one condition.”

“Oh?”

“Tell me your name.”

It beggared belief. How swiftly, without being able to even pinpoint when it had happened, the atmosphere between them felt charged, somehow, now that she wasn’t driven by panic. When he saw how his condition surprised her, he looked just a little too smug, so Sybil gave herself a shake, cleared her throat, and breathed a laugh.

“Well?” he prompted, removing his socks next.

“You haven’t held up your end of the deal yet.”

She almost regretted her words when he stepped into the pond. Gritting his teeth, he hissed sharply at the cold, then looked at her as if to make sure she was still watching. When he found that she was – little could persuade her to look away – he schooled his features back into an amused sort of determination, his brow set with a smirk tugging at his lips.

Sarah watched the spectacle with curiosity.

As he waded deeper into the pond, Sybil couldn’t help but be relieved that he’d volunteered himself for the task. The water, when it just reached his hips, would’ve already been well up to her waist.

“She doesn’t bite, does she?” he called back towards the shore.

“No. I’m more worried about her making a break for it.”

If she decided she’d rather not be captured by the strange man, she could easily jump back in and swim further up the shore. All right, if she did that, Sybil could run and try to beat her to whatever patch of land she emerged at, but it would complicate matters. Especially if the dog decided this was a very fun game to play.

“I’ll catch her, if she does,” he replied, unfazed. “I’m a fair swimmer.”

Yes. She’d heard that particular tale. Although she’d never be so insensitive as to bring it up. Although the knowledge of what he’d seen, fought, and lived through, did make the sight of him wading through a pond to retrieve her dog all the more surreal.

“Faster than a dog?” she asked doubtfully.

“My lady, if you keep doubting me, I shall have no choice but to take it personally,” he levelled her with a boyish grin over his shoulder before he turned back to the pup.

She was glad for his divided attention, for it would hopefully mean he’d miss how she blushed.

Boromir continued wading towards the dog, her brown eyes fixed on him with a sort of interest Sybil knew well enough to recognise as mischief, but even still hoped she might be mistaken. It was all for naught, though. Once Boromir was just out of arm’s reach, she yapped, and then threw herself into the water, paddling happily past him and towards the shore. Once out of the water, she shook herself off with ease, and then trotted to Sybil, sopping tail throwing algae with each wag.

Yes, there would be absolutely no living this down.

Lifting the dog into her arms just for something to occupy her hands with, she slotted the lead back onto her collar, and then watched in mortification as Boromir waded his way back out of the water. They’d drawn rather a crowd.

“I am so, so sorry,” she said when he drew near, trailing water in his wake.

His white shirt was now a very strange brown-ish green, clinging to his abdomen in a way that was determined to draw the eye.

“Don’t be,” he insisted, “I mean it. A more novel lunch I’ve never had.”

Wriggling in her grasp, Sarah panted, writhing and trying to struggle in the direction of her would-be rescuer. Unhesitating, Boromir extended his arms, looking to her for permission. When Sybil granted it, he accepted the dog with warm laughter, keeping her easily in his grasp despite how she jolted, holding her just far enough away that her attempts to lick his nose would prove fruitless.

"Hello, Sarah," he greeted, eyed Sybil warmly for a few moments, and then returned is attention to the pup. “Your mother is very pretty when she’s embarrassed, did you know that?”

“Technically, I’m her aunt. She was my sister’s before she was mine.”

“I think I shall make it my mission to have her grow more comfortable with compliments, too,” he commented idly, holding the dog in one strong arm so he could scratch behind her ears with the other hand. “What do you think?”

He spoke to the dog but he looked to her, his face more tentative than his words, as if worried he was making her uncomfortable. Sybil acted on impulse. Later, she’d blame it on the sun beating down on them, the collective of people who were pretending (poorly) not to watch, and the sheer amount of genuine kindness in his smile.

“I…live nearby. And I have a tumble dryer, clothes that may just fit you, and a collection of coffee options that beggars belief. If any of that would do as thanks.”

“Ah, but you have not yet offered the thanks I am truly interested in,” he said – and then balked, appearing to realise how suggestive his words sounded, and quickly added. “Your name.”

She wasn’t the only one, she thought, who was pretty when she blushed. Tucking her hair behind her ear, she stifled a smile at how he appeared to be in no rush at all to return her dog – nor was Sarah in any rush to be unhanded.

“Sybil,” she answered finally. “My name is Sybil.”

Extended a hand, her cheeks blazed when he accepted it and then lifted her knuckles to his lips. He had to bend a little at the waist to avoid yanking her arm up at an uncomfortable angle, such was the height difference between them – and his beard tickled her skin when he kissed her hand.

“Sybil,” he repeated with a smile when he’d released her hand, “it suits you. Now, tell me more about this coffee collection.”

She took up his shoes, seeing as he was in no hurry to release the dog, and he nodded his thanks before nodding that she should lead the way out of the park. In the back of her mind, she wondered if she didn’t owe Sarah a treat or two after all.

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