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pandora-writes-one-piece · 5 months ago

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The Meet Cute - Law's Story - 3

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The Great Pretender 3

Word Count: 3599

Tags For The Whole Story: Fem!Reader; Law is a soft dom; you have bratty tendencies (not all the time); voice kink; praise kink; cursing; very suggestive behaviour and innuendo from the start; sexual tension; teasing; so much flirting; romance; slow-burn; fluff; slight angst; mature audiences (though explicit NSFW moments will be properly tagged on the chapter); possessive Law; protective Law; soft Law; teasing Law; manipulative Doflamingo; inappropriate Doflamingo; fake relationship trope; only one-bed trope; reader has some anxiety issues; reader is a control freak and perfectionist; modern day AU

Special Warning: English is not my first language, I apologise for any possible spelling or grammar mistakes.

Summary: After moving away from the hustle and bustle of Grand Line City to help your father around the property following a horse-riding accident - and in the hopes of healing your broken heart after your asshole ex-fiancé cheated - you settle into the country calmness of the Calm Belt. You and Law (your father's doctor) start to build a flirty friendship because of your father’s procedure. So much so that when he’s invited to Baby 5’s wedding (his cousin), he asks you to be his date. His uncle Doflamingo - who is filthy rich - is very adamant on finding a suitable wife for him. Seeing as he wants to avoid that, he asks you to pretend to be his girlfriend for the weekend.

Notes: Chapter 3 is now up! Let's enjoy these simple interactions before everything becomes fun complicated, shall we?

Tag List: @rosidaze @beachaddict48 @armiliadawn @jintaka-hane @sprinkklz @baby5555 @hopelesslover06

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You barely sleep all night. Every moan or noise coming from your father wakes you up. If he grunts in pain, you are by his side in a second. You keep checking to see if he’s feverish, cold, asleep or awake, struggling or sleeping soundly…

You are even more exhausted than yesterday.

When the morning nurse comes to check on him, you excuse yourself to get some breakfast and to go to the property to check on the animals or see if Ace needs any help. You gulp down a huge cup of coffee before leaving, though, hoping that it gives you enough energy to handle the rest of the day.

When you get home, Ace tells you he has everything under control and you should just go rest. You don’t rest, but you take a well-deserved shower, change clothes, have breakfast, drink another big cup of coffee and go back to the hospital. You have this day off work as well and then it’s the weekend so you can stay by your father’s side the whole day.

As you reach the hospital, you have another coffee and this time you feel it kick in as exhaustion is pushed to the back of your mind and you feel a bit more ready to tackle the day.

“Hey, dad. I’m back.” You say as you enter the room and sit by the chair. “How do you feel?”

He grins. “Much better. The nurse bathed me.”

Your smile quickly turns into a frown. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah, bug. And then she gave me some more drugs because my back was throbbing like hell, and now I’m suuuuuper fine.”

You want to keep giving him an annoyed look, but you can’t help but chuckle at his silliness. “You’re incorrigible dad.”

He nods and grabs the remote, leaving it on some news channel. “Bug, you look like shit.”

The frown is back on your face in the blink of an eye. “Dad!”

“Sorry, but you do! Have you slept?” His gaze leaves the TV to settle on you again.

“I… I… a bit!” You stammer. “But I drank coffee, I’m fine!”

“Your eye bags say otherwise.” He shrugs. “Lean back, bug. Sleep a little bit. Or go home. I’m fine.”

You shake your head, cross your arms and stare at the uninteresting show with the highlights of some football game. “I’m not sleepy.”

“How many coffees have you had?” His voice is stern so you avoid his gaze.

“Some.”

“Bug…”

“Three! I’m fine!” Then you fish a book from your purse and open it, clearly putting an end to the conversation. “Let me read.”

Shanks doesn’t press and you actually manage to read a few chapters uninterrupted. For about an hour before you’re overcome by yawns. Looking at the time, you decide to try and take a quick nap before Law comes over to check on your father. Just a quick shut-eye.

You close your book and are about to get comfortable when the door opens and Law comes in, effectively chasing away all semblance of sleep left.

“Law!” Your dad exclaims, clearly still under the happy effect of the drugs. The doctor nods at him as he greets both of you and enters the room. His eyes linger on you, a slight crinkle between them as he takes in your state.

Your dad said you look like shit and he's not the most attentive person on earth so… you really must be looking terrible. Dreadful enough for the handsome doctor to notice.

“How are you both feeling today?” Shanks grins and gives him an enthusiastic thumbs up. Then Law says your name and you shrug, forcing a tired smile to form on your lips and mumbling a weak ‘fine’. “Maybe you should be resting. You know your father is fine and he's got the best care team looking out for him.”

Sighing, your smile turns real. “I know. But I need to be here for him. I need to know everything that’s going on and if I'm home alone, I'll just go crazy!”

That sly smirk tugs at his lips and he nods slowly. “It's a control thing, right? You just can't let go.” Your chest constricts and your breath hitches, the way he speaks those words… they bring such promises attached to them, it makes you want to let go, to surrender. But to what?

To him?

He keeps holding your stare. A piercing amber gaze that seems to bore straight into your soul, leaving your secrets bare and open for him to find and read them.

“Let's check you out, shall we, Mr. S.?”

And as he examines your father, you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom and splash some water on your flaming cheeks.

-*-

By the time you get back, Law is finished and the nurses are bringing lunch for your dad. Your stomach growls as it smells food - even though it's hospital food - and you wonder if you should eat a sandwich from the machine or at the hospital bar.

Law says goodbye to your dad and intercepts you at the door. “Have lunch with me.” It's not a request. It's basically a command, the way he carries his low voice, a slight slur to the words. You want to say yes immediately, but you're frightened - and intrigued - by the hold this man has over you, so you shake your head.

“I shouldn't.” But you don't elaborate. Because why shouldn't you? You like speaking with Law and he's not your doctor. He's your father's doctor, so there’s nothing inappropriate about a simple lunch.

And he immediately sees through your facade.

“You shouldn't, but you want to.” Fuck. “We'll just grab a quick bite. You need to eat. I'm alone, you're alone. It's perfect.”

It really is.

“Go with him, bug!” Your dad sing-songs from his bed as the nurse helps him eat.

“Butt out, dad! And eat the food by yourself! You're perfectly capable of doing it with one arm! You've been doing that practically my whole life.”

Law purses his lips but you can see the amusement in his eyes before he raises his eyebrows. “Come with me.” He says and you let out a big sigh.

“Fine. Let me get my purse.” Entering the room, you glare at Shanks who keeps being fed by the nurse and tell him you won't be long. As you cross the mirror peeking at you from inside the bathroom, you frown and tell Law you'll meet him in five by the hospital entrance. Then you try your best to look presentable by combing your hair and fixing your clothes. It will have to do.

-*-

“So you entered university two years earlier. You're a prodigy.” A smirk leaves your lips as you nibble your food. Conversation has been flowing smoothly between you both and you've learned that he lived with his uncles since he was ten until he entered university, because his parents passed - he didn't share how and you didn't press. He just added that information when you shared you were a child of divorce and were reconnecting with your father.

You've been sharing professional and educational experiences and turns out Kaya was right. The man is a freaking genius. And you realise that that fact just turns his sexy points up by one thousand. You're so doomed.

As he's about to answer you, his phone rings. He excuses himself and takes a look, then a frown and a deep scowl etch upon his face but he quickly dismisses it and sets the phone aside. Just for it to start ringing again.

He sighs. “Sorry, I can't mute it because of the hospital and the clinic, but this is a bothersome call that I would rather not take.” Another sigh as the caller tries one more time. He excuses himself but doesn't get up to answer it. “I'm busy.” It's all he says, but you can sense him tense up, the mask of perfect control he usually holds crumbling slightly as he clenches his jaw with stress and tension. “Yes, I RSVP'd, didn’t I?” His throat bobs up and down and you try to focus on something else because you don't want to pry. “I don't know yet. Bye.

Law locks the phone with a grunt and sighs. “Sorry about that. It was my uncle.” You smile and nod. Could it have been Doflamingo? You noticed the way he talked about his uncle Rosinante - Cora - with a fondness in his words and kindness in his eyes, but he didn't elaborate on his relationship with the eldest uncle so it strikes you as somewhat strained. “Where were we?” He continues where you left off and you keep talking and getting acquainted.

-*-

Lunch went by in the blink of an eye and, once again, you realise how simple and nice it is to speak with Law. He's very profound in many subjects, intelligent, clever, witty and with an odd sense of humour. The only thing you barely got a read on, was his emotions. He seems to guard the way he feels about things behind a well-crafted mask of control and assertion. And you have yet to take a peek behind it.

Though his uncle calling him certainly got a rise out of him and they barely exchanged three sentences.

Law walks you to the hospital and stops. He had said earlier that he was returning to the clinic for some appointments and then had surgery to perform before dinnertime. He promised to visit your dad before heading home, to see how he was doing.

You start to feel exhaustion settling into your bones again, so you sip your coffee while nodding.

“You can't fight exhaustion with coffee for too long. Get some rest. Your father’s fine. This is an order. A doctor's order.” He adds with a slight smirk.

“I told you I don't follow all manner of instructions, Law.” He hums low and your knees tremble.

“I can see that.” He uses your name sternly and your eyes glint with amusement and desire. “We're still getting to know each other, but I'm sure you'll soon find out that following my instructions can be quite… rewarding.”

You can feel your pulse quicken as his amber gaze pierces, once again, so deep that it almost reaches your soul.

“I'll think about it.” You say meekly and the semblance of a smirk he had before transforms into a deep grin.

“Good.” He drags the word and you're left craving for more. Good girl, that's all you wanted to hear from his lips. He said it once. It was meant as a joke but the sound still echoes in your brain. Fuck.

You're so doomed.

-*-

When the sun begins to set on the horizon, you try to fight sleep so you can be awake for Law's last check-up before he leaves. But he said he was going to be in surgery so maybe the surgery ran late because he should've appeared by now.

Your dad is engrossed in another football match and you can't focus on the words of your book anymore. You try to browse through your socials but easily lose interest. Games don't help either, so you decide to just lay your weary head down for a moment.

You cross your arms on your father's bed and lay your head on them, your back stretching a bit from your sitting position on the chair but you have been bent for a while so it's a welcome stretch.

Closing your eyes, you sigh softly. You don't even notice when sleep claims you.

-*-

Law removes his contaminated scrubs and washes his hands. His surgery took much longer than planned and he hated that. He should be used to it by now, surgeries very rarely take the time they were meant to. And he always adjusts his plans according to that. But this one ran three hours late.

And he promised you he'd check on your dad before he left for the day.

And as much as he likes being in control, he hates to break promises.

So he rushed his after-surgery routine, hoping you'd still be there by your father's side, waiting for him.

You have an inexplicable hold on him. He can, at the same time, understand you as if you were an open book and yet be left wanting to learn more about who you are. He suspects there are parts of yourself still hidden from your own knowledge.

And Law thrives on knowledge so he's very eager to learn all there is to know about you.

By the time he reaches your father's room, the lights are already dim and dinner has been served. His own stomach grumbles to remind him he should eat something too, but he pushes his hunger to the back of his mind as he pushes the doors to the room open.

He's about to start talking when Shanks shushes him with a finger to his lips and a whispered shh. His chest constricts as he sets his eyes on you. You're in a godawful position that is not doing your back any good, but you look adorable in your sleep.

There's a strong feeling within him that urges him to protect and care for you and he doesn't really know how he can feel so strongly about someone he practically just met.

Truth be told, you have spent some time together thanks to your father's appointments and exams, and you have claimed permanent residence in his brain, complete with zip code, mailbox, address, you name it! Still…

He sighs as he sets down your father's patient chart. “That can't be comfortable. How long has she been in this position?” He whispers as he approaches.

Shanks shrugs and pats your head softly. “Hours. She has been surviving on coffee for more than a day. She just blacked out.”

“Yeah, she didn't look her best earlier and I did tell her to rest. But her back is going to kill her tomorrow.” Law sighs once more as he removes your purse, book and jacket from the corner chair and presses the switch to recline it. Then he sets the pillow near the head and approaches you.

This is the tricky part, how to move you without waking you up?

Easily, it seems. You must've really been exhausted because he picks you up bridal style and lays you on the chair, setting you in the most comfortable way before using his doctor's coat to cover you up and you barely stir.

He doesn't resist tucking your hair away from your face before turning to your father - who's watching him with slight amusement.

“Well done, Law. She didn't even stir. Those surgeons' hands are very steady.”

Law chuckles as he begins his routine examination. “They have to be, Mr. S. People's lives depend on it. And your daughter is just a heavy sleeper.”

“Perhaps… but I've noticed the extra care.” He winks before a frown takes over his face. “She could really use the extra care…”

Law doesn't really want to press, though he's curious. He's pretty sure your father said that because of your cheating ex. And though he's itching to know what kind of special asshole is capable of cheating on you, he lets it slide, as he adjusts the drugs in the IV and checks if the incision in Shanks’ back is recovering nicely.

Law and Shanks make small talk during the rest of the examination and Law can't resist tugging the coat a bit more snugly around you and making sure you're comfortable before heading towards the door.

Shanks’ eyes are closed when he speaks, but the older man can't quite hide the grin that overcomes his face. “You know, having a doctor as a son-in-law is something I wouldn't mind.”

Law snickers as he says goodnight and closes the door. That's a thought that will wander through his mind tonight.

-*-

You wake up to the sound of chatter in the room. The morning nurse is fussing over your father, giggling like a schoolgirl as Shanks cracks jokes filled with innuendo. You blink and take a while to adjust to your surroundings because you're quite sure you'd fallen asleep near your father's bed, in the uncomfortable chair.

A familiar soothing scent overwhelms you and you smile, feeling relaxed and at peace. It's a musky scent with hints of pine and… disinfectant?

Looking down you immediately find the source of the scent: it's Law's coat. The corner of your lips tugs upwards as you smile and remove the item from over you. He must've found you asleep when he came to see your father yesterday. Was he also the one who moved you? Couldn't have been Shanks.

“Hey, sunshine! You're up.” Your father greets cheerily as the nurse tugs the sheets around his torso and gives him a sultry wave before leaving.

“Dad. Stop flirting with the nurses.” You say sternly as you get up, stretch and fold the coat neatly before settling it back down on the chair. Then you saunter towards Shanks and give him a peck on the forehead. “How do you feel? What did Law say yesterday?”

“I don't flirt with the nurses, bug, they flirt with me. I'm irresistible.”

“Insufferable is the word you're looking for.” You correct him with a smirk.

“Law said everything was recovering nicely and I might even go home earlier than expected.” You sigh in relief. You know there's still a fair amount of chance for infections or other problems to arise, but it seems your dad is on his way to recovery. At least he's in good spirits and that always helps. “You know what Law also did?”

The blush in your cheeks is faint but you still turn your face away. “I can put two and two together, dad.” You mumble as you fidget with your phone.

Shanks smirks. “So can I, bug.” You stare at him deadpan as he raises his eyebrows suggestively.

“Well, you seem to be feeling fine, so I'm heading home to check on the property.”

“Ace's got it, bug!”

“And to take a shower and change. Need anything?” You add as he shakes his head. So, gathering your stuff, you promise to come back later and repeat the routine from the day before. Except this time you pack a meagre lunch so you don't have to go out to eat. Law said he would visit your father but he had a very busy day at the clinic so he wasn't quite sure when he would appear.

As you return to your father's side, you discover that Law had already come by - much to your chagrin. You weren't quite sure why you felt disappointed not seeing him for the whole day, so you brushed that thought aside as you made small talk with Shanks.

-*-

The weekend ended pretty soon and Law said your father would be released by Monday at the end of the day, depending on how he was feeling by then. He had already been able to get up on his own, shower and use the bathroom without any help. His back was still swollen, as expected, but otherwise he was recovering fully. You had been sleeping at home since you really didn't see the need to be by his side all the time and you were fully rested.

On Monday, almost at dinnertime, Law released your father from the hospital. He advised caution, rest, no heavy lifting or driving, and reminded him to take his pills.

The follow-up consultation - back at the clinic instead of the hospital - was set for next week and you were already feeling a pang of longing from not seeing Law every day, like you've now grown accustomed to.

“If you have any doubts, worries, or just want to talk about something,” Law's eyes glance at yours, “just call me. If I don't pick up immediately it is because I'm in surgery, but even then, if it's urgent just text, I usually have a nurse monitoring any urgent texts.”

“We would never disturb your surgery hours because of something small.” You mutter as his gaze rests on you again.

“Fair enough. But if it's serious, just do that. Okay?” You nod and your dad thanks him. He walks you both to the hospital entrance and before you leave to get the car, he touches your arm. It's a very light touch, barely two fingers, but it manages to send a jolt of electricity up your arm, making you gasp as you turn to him, lips slightly parted at the intensity you just experienced. “Don't be a stranger.” He murmurs and you smile.

“Well, remember I have the best coffee in town - second only to Sanji's - whenever you feel like drinking something other than hospital swill.” You smirk and he grins.

“I might just take you up on that.”

“Please, do.” You notice how his pupils dilate and his lips purse as you say ‘please’. It nearly has the same effect on him as him saying ‘good girl’ to you. The tension between both of you is palpable.

If only you were brave enough to glimpse inside the door you closed for yourself. No men. No relationships. No heartache. As simple as that.

But it’s all so tempting.

“Bug, the car?”

“Right!” You answer, a bit dazed by the intensity of the situation. “See you soon, Law!” You exclaim before leaving to get the car so you and your father can both head home.

|Chapter 4|

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abbyzins · 1 month ago

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microfic inspired by an interaction with me and my bf today

"Feelin' alright, love?" Soaps hands brushed across broad shoulders, squeezing gently as he kissed Ghost's head, patiently waiting for a response.

He could tell Ghost was...off. Quiet and tight and barely managing to nod as his Gran and Aunt Pat went on and on about making the New Years dinner, and how much they appreciated the two of them coming round for the afternoon.

"Fine Johnny, just excited to be home."

Soap leaned away as the women re-entered the room, more confused by Simon's statement than by the sentiment that he didn't want to see his own family for the holidays.

Home??

What home was Ghost even referring too?

Surely he couldn't mean the flat they shared in London? They hadn't spent enough time in to even make it look like life existed there, not a crumb in the pantry or a tea bag in the whole place.

Was he talking about base? With the cool gray wall, and goldilocks beds, and the shower with the too low head that they hated with a passion, together, because there was a shared understanding that they weren't fighting a war so they could to duck to rinse the shampoo from their hair.

He couldn't be talking about Soap's childhood home. There was no way. Even if they'd been staying for Christmas, it was filled with family, and Ghost hated family.

Sure, he had enjoyed the babying from Soap's mum, because she didn't care if he was a soldier, a scraped knee needs a transformer shaped band aid. And maybe he'd enjoyed the small talk from soap's dad over war movies and news, that turned into comfortable silence over cans of guinnese and a shared pack of cold deli ham and cheddar slices. Maybe he hadn't hated playing rugby with soap's plethora of brothers, nephews and cousins, because there's nothing that represents Christmas more than 23 grown (or almost grown) men tackling each other in the back garden while wives and girlfriends cheer them on.

Ghost couldn't possibly be calling Soap's childhood home, the slightly cramped, pieced together hodgepodge that it was, Home? Could he?

But then he smiles when they walk in the door, and takes off his mask, and limps around as soap's little nieces sit on his feet and hold onto his calves and giggle as he carries them to the den. He sits with soap's sisters, going on about how they met their husbands, and tells them the story of how he and Soap started dating.

Ghost stands out on the back stoop, with the other spouses and partners adopted into the family, and holds up a toast as John MacTavish Sr. gives Simon Riley permission to marry his son.

And Soap could almost cry looking at his family and friends, dancing and drinking late one summer night in the back garden of the house where he'd grown up, surrounding his husband, who begged to have their wedding at home.

Because to Simon Riley - no- Simon MacTavish, this place had been his home since the first time he stepped through the front gate, and saw an entire family of people so willing to love him, all waiting just over the threshold.

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roosterforme · 1 year ago

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Batting Practice Part 31 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Nothing melts Bradley's heart quite like Everett's excitement for his upcoming adoption. While the three of you count down to the big day, there are unexpected houseguests to deal with and neverending happiness to absorb.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, swearing, smut

Length: 5200 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female single!mom Reader

Check my masterlist for more Top Gun fun! Batting Practice masterlist.

"Mom! Dad!" Everett shouted, running up the sidewalk when Molly arrived to drop him off at home on Monday evening. "Aunt Molly said I'm getting a baby cousin in March!"

Bradley watched as Molly hustled along the sidewalk behind Everett, and he went to meet her to get his soon to be son's overnight bag. "Thanks for watching him for the weekend," Bradley said, looping the bag over his shoulder while he thought about how sexy you'd looked in Palm Springs wearing your collar and leash. Then he glanced at where you were giving Everett a big hug on the front porch, and he thought about how hot you were even in full mom mode.

"We had fun," Molly said, stifling a yawn. "Bob took him on a hike, and then we did math problems with gummy bears. He's all ready to start second grade." Then she grinned at Bradley and said, "You owe me one for packing your wife's weekend bag with you in mind."

Bradley grunted, cracking his knuckles to try to keep his composure. Only about two more hours until Everett was in bed for the night and he could have his Kitten all to himself. "Yeah, I definitely owe you one."

Molly clasped her hands in front of her baby bump, clearly very pleased that he had enjoyed his wedding gift. Then she bent to kiss Everett and tell him goodbye. "I'll call you after your first day of school tomorrow, Ev. Love you."

"Bye, Aunt Molly!" Everett waved as Bradley's sister-in-law drove away.

Bradley scooped Everett up in his arms and followed you inside. While he had enjoyed the two nights away with you immensely, he missed Ev's laugh and his smile so much. "Pancakes for dinner? And then I'll show you the baseball jersey we got for you in Palm Springs?"

"Yes!" Everett cheered. And then as he helped Bradley mix some chocolate chips into the pancake batter with a spoon, he asked, "Did you adopt me yet?"

"Oh," Bradley grunted, pausing to really look at Ev. Wide, sincere eyes looked back up at him. He thought back to the very first day of tee ball, remembering just how much he really liked talking to Everett right from the start. How he only grew to appreciate him more and more. And he let himself feel all of the overwhelming love right now that he had for this kid. "I wish, Ev. Your mom has to call some people first, and make a few appointments. It might take a few weeks." Bradley didn't want to tell him that it might be next year before anything was finalized.

"Okay," he replied, and his shoulders slumped with dejection. "But I thought it would be cool to tell everyone at school tomorrow that I got a dad over the summer."

Bradley wrapped him in a hug and just held him for a few seconds. "You can still tell them that. I'm your dad, for sure, kiddo. It doesn't matter if it's not official yet."

"Okay," Everett whispered against Bradley's chest. "But when can I write my name is Everett Bradshaw?"

Anything. Anything in the world. Bradley would do anything for this kid. As he held him and thought about how much his life had changed, he figured the fact that he would do whatever it took to make Everett feel happy and loved was enough to make him a good dad. He'd learn all the other details over time. He would probably make more mistakes and inadvertently teach Ev more bad words. But he would do anything for him.

Bradley kissed the top of his head. "Not quite yet. But you know what? You and your mom can probably both start using Bradshaw for your last name around the same time, so that's good, right?" he asked, his voice not much more than a harsh whisper. Everett hugged him tighter, and Bradley didn't ever want to let go, because he found as much comfort in these hugs as Ev seemed to.

And then that was when you walked into the kitchen to find Bradley with tears in his eyes as Everett clung to him.

"I thought we were trying on our new jerseys?" you asked, and Bradley pulled you into the hug as well.

He smothered your face in kisses before he said, "That's for after dinner. And then we're gonna pack Ev's bag for school and watch Toy Story. But first just let me hold you both."

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The next day was pure chaos. Everett begged Bradley to drop him off at school on his way to North Island, and on your way to work, you answered your phone when you saw that Molly was calling. She was crying.

"What's wrong?" you asked her, trying to navigate your way through traffic, thinking you may have to turn around and head to her condo.

"Bob's being deployed," she sobbed, and your heart clenched.

"When?"

"In a few weeks," she said, sniffling into the phone. "I can't do this without him."

You assumed she meant she couldn't handle her pregnancy on her own, but when you tried to ask, she just cried louder. You could barely understand what she was saying, and you already knew you were going to have to have a conversation with Bradley about having her stay at your house.

"Molly, it's going to be okay. You'll be great, and I'll be around to help you. And so will Bradley."

She laughed through her tears. "My turd-in-law likes me now, because I didn't pack any real clothing for your honeymoon."

You rolled your eyes. "He has always liked you. I think that just made him like you more. Let me call you back later tonight?"

"Okay." Molly's voice was soft and small as you ended the call, and you hated hearing her like that. But you had other important things to take care of.

As you parked your car and made your way into your office, you rolled your eyes at Frank. You had bigger things to deal with than him. Once you were settled at your desk, you debated with yourself about which phone call to make first: Danny or your lawyer. You decided on Danny, and when he answered after seven rings with a groggy hello, you got right to the point.

"Any chance you were planning on responding to the petition I sent you for child support?"

You could practically hear him rolling his eyes, and now you were thankful you caught him first thing in the morning. "I have one hundred and twenty days to comply. And that's according to my expensive lawyer that you're forcing me to pay for. I hope you realize that this would mean there's less money for Everett."

Now you were the one rolling your eyes. "It's already been months, Danny."

"I have one hundred and twenty days," he reiterated, practically snarling at you through the phone. "You'll hear more about it when I'm good and ready. I still can't believe you're trying to destroy my life like this. You weren't money hungry prior to a few months ago. And I could still have that tee ball boyfriend of yours charged for entering my home without permission."

"He's my husband now," you said, keeping your voice as steady as possible.

"Good for you," he replied with a sarcastic chuckle.

"You're right. It's very good for me," you said, raising your voice over his horrible laughter. "I was just calling to let you know that you're about to be served with some papers that will negate the child support petition. And if you don't comply with what I want, I'll drag you through the legal system until you're out of money."

The line went silent, and you had to bite your tongue, forcing him to be the first one to speak again. "What the fuck do you want?"

You took a deep breath and thought about your husband and your son and your sister and how much love was in your life now. "I would like to give you exactly what you hoped for: nothing. I can remove Everett and myself from your life completely if you agree to do something for me."

After another long pause, Danny said, "Name your terms."

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Bradley was anxious to learn how your conversation with your lawyer had gone. But when he got home, it was just you there in your little black skirt and high heels, standing in the kitchen sipping a bottle of tequila.

"Whoa," he said, rushing toward you and taking the bottle out of your hand. But you were smiling.

"I was going to make us some margaritas, but I got carried away," you whispered, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him. Bradley tasted the tang of the liquor on your lips and tongue.

"Does this mean you have good news, Kitten?" He was holding you tight to him, forehead pressed to yours as he waited, hoping to hear what would make him happier than anything else right now.

"What are you doing eight weeks from today?" you asked, raking your fingers gently along his scalp.

"Baby, if you don't tell me right now that I get to adopt Ev in eight weeks, I'm going to cry."

You smiled and pressed your lips to his. "You get to adopt Ev eight weeks from today. We have the date set at the courthouse."

"How?" he asked as his eyes filled with tears. "How did I get this lucky? In less than a week, I got myself a wife and a court date!"

He wasn't sure how he could be this happy and also be crying so much. But when you told him that you got Danny to agree to your terms, he had to wipe away his tears even though he was smiling.

"Where's Ev now?" he asked, kissing along your neck, overcome with so much relief.

"Molly picked him up from school. She's going to bring him home after dinner."

"So, we're alone?" he asked, smiling against the curve of your jaw and hiking up your skirt. "We're alone. Until I invite Molly to come stay with us while Bob is deployed."

Bradley's hand's froze on the bare backs of your thighs. "I'm sorry, what?"

You kissed and nipped at his lips, but he pulled a few inches away from you. "Bob is being deployed."

"Yeah," he replied. "I got that part."

You rolled your eyes and started to unzip his flight suit. "And Molly is going to be lonely and overwhelmed, and I think she might want to come here for a few weeks."

Bradley groaned. "You can't follow up the good news about Everett with this devastating announcement, Kitten."

"Bradley!" you scolded, playfully smacking his chest as he yanked your skirt up until he was palming your ass.

"All I'm saying is that Molly is like this annoying little sister that I never wanted, and even though I do love her, she's going to cramp our style, Baby."

"How so?" you asked, easing your hand down the front of his flight suit and stroking his cock.

"She'll have to sleep in the Phillies room," he whispered. "You know that's where we've been having our quickies."

"Hmm, you're right about that, Coach. Think I could change your mind with a blowjob?"

Bradley grunted and thrust against your hand. He tilted your chin up and kissed you. "Your lips on my cock could get me to agree to anything, and you know it."

You nodded at him with all the confidence in the world before you sank to your knees.

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Spending several weeks waiting was not ideal. Everett was asking nearly every day if it was almost November yet. Now it was barely October, but the three of you had gotten into a routine. Bradley made breakfast every morning while you packed lunches. Then he dropped Everett off at school, and you went to work a little early. When you picked Everett up from school, most days it was just so he could rush through his homework and dinner and spend an hour or two at the park playing and practicing baseball with Bradley.

Your husband was true to his promises. And he seemed to like practicing baseball as much as Everett did. When you joined them one day, the October air was cool enough to trick you into believing you could be somewhere besides southern California. And Everett was hitting Bradley's pitches so hard, it was unbelievable.

"I thought you were the famous Bradshaw?" you called out, teasing Bradley before he threw a pitch. "Don't you pitch for the Navy league? That second grader is kicking your butt."

He glared at you out of the corner of his eye and then dropped his ball and glove and chased you until he caught you in his arms. Your laughter was so loud as he kissed you and tickled you, and you tried to get away, but he was too strong.

"I take it back! I take it back!" you gasped, out of breath from laughing. "You're amazing! The best pitcher I've ever seen."

He conceded by hugging you from behind instead of tickling you. Then he whispered, "I'm not even kidding, Kitten, he's so fucking good at baseball." Then he kissed you one last time and returned to pitch a slider to Everett who looked permanently happy these days. And when he hit the pitch easily, you realized you were permanently happy, too.

But that night, you had to deal with the thing you knew was coming at some point. It was late, and you were in bed with Bradley's mouth on your pussy. You were close, so so so close. But your phone kept ringing softly on your nightstand, and you could tell it was Molly by the ringtone.

"Don't answer it," Bradley grunted, licking a long stripe from your opening to your clit. "You can call her back when I'm done with you."

So you laced your fingers through his pretty curls and rode his face, whining his name as your phone started ringing again. Bradley slowed down his tempo, just like he knew you needed, and when he wrapped his lips around your clit, that prickle of his mustache on your sensitive skin sent you. He squeezed your thighs as you planted your feet, and you came so hard, you were seeing stars. Your knee was shaking. He was unrelenting. Your vision blurred every time you blinked, but a beat later, Bradley's body was wrenched away from yours, and he was out the bedroom door and at the top of the steps with a baseball bat in his hand.

Then you heard Molly's soft voice calling up from the bottom of the stairs. "I'm sorry. It's just me."

You tried to scramble for your clothing, but you realized Bradley had undressed you over by the bathroom. And then you realized that he was standing there in his snug underwear with a massive erection, holding the bat like he was about to take someone's head off with it. He must have heard Molly let herself in the house.

As you located your clothing on the floor, Bradley lowered the bat, nodded and said, "Your sister's here."

"Thanks," you told him, yanking your panties on and slipping into his undershirt. You kissed him quickly as you rushed down the stairs and into the living room where she was standing with a tote bag and a bouquet of those hideous flowers she liked so much. She was crying softly.

"I can't," she whispered, and you wrapped your arms around her. "I can't stay there alone another night. I hate being away from Bob. You know what he did? He got the guy from the gas station to deliver the flowers to me today, because it's the six month anniversary of the first time he said he loved me."

"Oh, Molly," you whispered, kissing her forehead.

"He set this shit up before he left!" she wailed. "I don't even know what he's doing today, because I haven't talked to him in a week. A week! And now I interrupted you having sex, and I can tell Bradley's mad at me."

You held her close. "He's not mad at you, Molly. He just thought you were a burglar or something."

"I'm sorry," she moaned, holding the flowers out to the side so they didn't get crushed. Her belly felt like it had gotten bigger since the last time you saw her, and you patted her there which made her smile.

"Stop apologizing. You can stay with us until Bob gets back." You really should have run that past Bradley before you made such a bold declaration, but you knew he wouldn't fuss too much. Probably. So you coaxed Molly into letting you put the flowers in a vase in the kitchen, and then you led her upstairs to where Bradley was wearing a full set of pajamas and brushing his teeth in your bathroom.

"Coach?" you called out to him softly, and he made eye contact with you in the mirror. "She's going to stay with us." You weren't really asking, and he didn't look upset. He just nodded and then spit out the toothpaste.

"I figured," he said, rinsing his mouth and drying his hands. He kissed you and pulled you in for a hug before adding, "I'll go sleep in the Phillies room for the night. Just tonight. That way you can talk to her so she can fall asleep. But after tomorrow morning, it's all red and white and the letter P everywhere for your sister. I don't fucking care how much she misses Bob. Got it?"

"Got it," you told him with a smile. "You're the best husband in the world."

"I know," he said with a grumble, but he was smiling too. And when he passed Molly in the hallway, she was still holding one of the flowers. He kissed her on the forehead without saying anything else, and then he walked into the Phillies room as Molly climbed in bed with you.

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Everett was up so early on Halloween, Bradley needed to drink two cups of coffee just to keep up with him. "If you're this excited now, I don't know if it's a good idea for you to be collecting copious amounts of candy later." He raised the mug to his lips again as you and Molly walked into the kitchen.

The three of you watched Everett bounce over to the white board on the refrigerator and update it to say that there were just ten days left until his adoption. That meant that Bob would be home in nine days. That also meant that Molly would be out of here in nine days or less, and that did indeed bring a smile to Bradley's face.

It wasn't that he didn't like Molly. He actually loved her. Everett was obsessed with his Aunt Molly, and she loved spending time with him. She was fun and witty, and it brought Bradley joy to pick on her. But she was also messy, and she was eating all of their food, and he couldn't walk around in his underwear as much as he had gotten used to.

But last night, she'd happily taken Everett out for dinner and to the movies for a few hours with Bradley's credit card. And you'd worn your collar and leash for him along with your cat ears and tail, and holy shit, he needed to stop thinking about it right now.

"Morning, Kitten," he grunted as he poured you some coffee.

"Ten more days!" Everett shouted.

"Nine more days!" Molly shouted.

But you bit your lip and pulled a piece of mail out of the tray on the counter. "I thought it would be more fun to open this when we were all together," you said, tearing into the envelope and holding up your new social security card. "But I'm officially a Bradshaw."

"Yes!" Bradley whooped, hoisting you up into his arms as you squealed. Molly and Ev did an obnoxious dance across the kitchen as Bradley kissed your neck and ear while you chanted Bradshaw, Bradshaw.

"Everett will be next! I'm buying us one of those stupid flags people hang from their porch with their last name on it, I don't even care," you said as Bradley set you down, and his lips found yours.

"I love you, Kitten."

That evening, as the four of you got ready to go trick-or-treating, Bradley pulled on his Navy Waves uniform and then buttoned you into one of his Phillies jerseys.

"You'll have to borrow this until we can get you some Phillies gear of your own, Mrs. Bradshaw. Don't spill anything on this one," he muttered. "It's vintage."

You rolled your eyes so hard and then said, "No eating chocolate in it then?"

"No, no, no, absolutely no chocolate. This belonged to my dad."

"Oh," you gasped as he did up the last button. "Then I can't wear it tonight! It's too special."

You reached for the buttons, but Bradley stopped you with his larger hands. "Nah, it's okay, Kitten. Ol' Goose would have wanted you to wear it. I think he'd be happy to see me with you and Ev right now." Actually, Bradley knew both of his parents would have loved you and adored Everett. It was hard for him to think about the way Carole would have doted on her grandson.

The look of awe on your face as you said, "Thank you. No chocolate," made Bradley chuckle.

Then Molly's booming voice in the hallway had you pulling the door open to reveal her standing there dressed as a pregnant umpire. "Are you ready to rumble?!" she shouted into a bullhorn that had you and Bradley covering your ears while Everett chanted and cheered.

"Baseball umpires don't use bullhorns! And they don't say that!" Bradley shouted over the ruckus, but when he reached for it, Molly yanked it away from him.

"This one does," she said into the speaker, and Bradley thought one of them might not make it back tonight.

But it was so hard to be annoyed when the four of you looked like you were ready to play baseball. And then Bradley had you take a photo of him kneeling down on the porch next to Everett dressed as a Phillies player. The photo was so sweet, he immediately set it as his lock screen.

"Are we ready to go?" Molly asked using the bullhorn, and Bradley gritted his teeth. "Ev, that's a foul for looking so cute in your Halloween costume. You owe me a Snickers bar for that."

"That's not what umpires do," Bradley ground out, digging around in the massive bowl of candy that you had set on the porch steps, searching for the only thing that might make Molly stop.

"And my sister gets a red card for leaving the candy on the porch," she added through the speaker. "That'll get stolen by the first kid that comes by. Rookie mistake. I used to do that with my friends."

You just shook your head as Bradley said, "There aren't even red cards-"

But Molly turned the horn toward him. "And Bradley gets a foul for being a turd."

But then his fingers wrapped around the king sized Hershey's bar and he waved it in her face. "I'll trade you this for the bullhorn, Molly. Make good decisions."

She eyed him with trepidation, but he knew that candy was her weakness now more than ever. She'd finished a whole bag of fun sized Kit Kats two nights ago, and Bradley had to go to Target to replenish the Halloween supply. When Molly lunged for the Hershey's bar, Bradley quickly grabbed the bullhorn and shoved it discreetly into the shrubs as she immediately opened the wrapper.

And after that, he had a pretty great night. Everett collected three pillowcases full of candy, and Molly ate it along the way while she repeatedly yelled, "Strike three, you're out!" every time Bradley tried to give you a kiss. But he was happy that Molly was having a night where she wasn't constantly thinking about Bob.

"Can we get a family photo next to that huge inflatable pumpkin?" you asked, pointing at the lawn decoration in front of the last house on the street. Everett went running for the pumpkin, all hopped up on sugar.

"Yep," Bradley said, pulling his phone out of his pocket. Molly held her hand out to take it from him, but he shook his head. "You need to be in the family photo, too." So he flagged down another dad who agreed to take the picture for them, and you slipped your arm around his waist and gave him a kiss just after the photo was taken.

"Thanks, Coach," you whispered, your soft voice right next to his ear.

"Thanks, turd," Molly told him, trying to hide the tears she was swiping at as she turned to chase Everett down the sidewalk yelling about interference and personal fouls.

But it was after everyone got home and Everett and Molly were sound asleep that Bradley's night got even better. He was tired, he really was, but as soon as you very carefully unbuttoned and removed his vintage Phillies jersey, you looked at him and licked your lips.

"Kitten?" he asked softly, his cock already very interested in what might be happening next.

You closed your eyes and said, "I bought something I wanted to try on for you."

Bradley groaned, ready to beg. "Yes," he grunted, and you were pushing him toward the bed as he got undressed down to his underwear.

"Close your eyes. No peeking," you whispered, turning on the soft bedside lamp and turning off the overhead light. So he closed his eyes and listened to you flitting around the room, opening drawers and the closet door. His hand was down the front of his boxer shorts, and he was stroking himself when he felt your warm lips meet his. He moaned softly, "Can I look yet, Kitten?"

Once you were straddling his waist, your ass rubbing his cock through his underwear, you whispered, "My name is Lieutenant Kitten," and his eyes opened immediately. You were wearing his khaki uniform shirt, complete with his Bradshaw name tag. His favorite pair of aviators were perched low on your nose, and his dog tags were tucked between your breasts, hidden by the shirt.

"You're the sexiest naval officer I have ever seen," Bradley promised, skimming his rough fingertips down your soft thigh, bent knee and calf. He smirked as you raised his hand to your lips and kissed his wedding band. "Lieutenant Kitten."

As you leaned forward to kiss his lips, Bradley noticed some dark green lace peeking out from the collar of the khaki shirt, and he started working on the buttons as you licked the seam of his lips.

He felt the fabric before he saw it. You were covered in green lace from your tits down to your pussy, and he was already nudging it to the side, dying to know how wet you were.

"You're in charge, Lieutenant," he whispered, his voice harsh. "What would you like me to do?"

"You better make me cum."

He moaned as you lifted your hips, and he slipped that finger right inside you. So warm and silky. The bodysuit fit you like a dream, and you were leaning back, hands on his thighs, letting him watch your pussy sink down around two of his fingers now. You were rolling your hips slowly, making Bradley throb, but he was determined to give you exactly what you wanted first.

God, had you ever been this wet before? You were practically dripping. "Does that feel good, Lieutenant?" he asked.

"Keep going. Keep going."

With three fingers now inside you and his thumb on your clit, Bradley worked you over at a leisurely pace that had him almost in a trance. The way you were moving looked obscene, like he was viewing something so sexy, so filthy, it was taboo. He was barely moving his hand now, just listening to your little grunts and moans as they got louder while you fucked yourself on his hand.

"God damn," he whispered, tapping your clit softly each time you withdrew to his fingertips, earning him a little gasp.

"Bradley," you whined, getting a little louder now as you tilted your head forward to look him in the eye. Your grip tightened on his thighs, and his cock was demanding a fair share of your body, but he could tell you were close to orgasm.

"Baby," he whined, your slick coating him and glistening as you rocked your body forward one, two, three more times, and then your pussy clenched, grabbing at his fingers. "Fuck."

"Oh my god!" you whined, lips parted, gasping as you jerked yourself along his fingers.

"I need to fuck you," he said, nodding his head. "Please?"

"Yes," you gasped, easing yourself onto your back, legs spread wide. He pushed that little bit of green lace to the side and coated his cock with the wetness on his hand, and then he fucked you. And he fucked you so hard, your back arched. And then he fucked you even harder, your tits bouncing free of the bodysuit while he shoved his still slick fingers into your mouth to keep you quiet.

He didn't last; he knew he wouldn't. Not with you in brand new lingerie and his shirt. Not with the chain of his dog tags tangled up with your paw print necklace. He filled you up with his cum as he leaned down, easing his fingers out of your mouth and replacing them with his tongue. Everything was back to that languid pace you'd set earlier as you dragged your fingers through his hair and tasted his mouth.

Bradley pulled away to look at your pretty face, and you smiled as you ran your fingers along the scars on his cheek. "Did you enjoy your Halloween, Coach?"

With a kiss to the tip of your nose, Bradley pulled himself free from your body and collected you against his chest. He carefully leaned back against his pillow, holding you close with you still in his khaki shirt. "I did," he said thoughtfully, rubbing your arm. "I...well, I know it's kind of silly, but the last time I spent a Halloween with my dad was when I was three, and now I'm a dad."

"That's not silly," you told him. "And you're not just any dad. You're the best."

He held you tight. "You think Ev is going to make us dress as baseball players again next year?"

"Oh, one hundred percent."

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interestofthemonth · 11 months ago

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Alastor includes himself on couples' dates.

He follows Cherri and Pentious on a date every now and then just solely to be a nuisance. Cause some mayhem on the night out. Kill a waiter here, blow up a building there. It nearly ruins the dates every time, but Cherri is a freak and finds positive twists each time. "That waiter was my second cousin who was a dick anyway, at least I don't have to see him at family reunions now." "I'm an arsonist, what part of the building exploding did you think was gonna be a turn-off for me?" He continues to tag along out of the sheerest of boredoms.

Going along with Chaggie is more common. Charlie can (and has) straight up invited Al on dates. Hell's princess takes any bonding opportunity she can get - especially with Alastor who is most standoff-ish during her redemption lessons. It drives Vaggie mad how he worms his way into their day, but she loves her girl because of that impossibly good heart of hers so she always allows it. Charlie is just so happy to have a second dad who is interested in her life the hotel's benefactor take an interest in their way of life. As a trio, they'll take walks around the city, visit art museums (i would love to see the type of art a museum from Hell keeps), and go on picnics together. Tame to the point of tedious, but Al still enjoys the company and Vaggie's sour face.

But when Husk and Angel start having actual dates? 8/10 times Alastor is with them. Mostly bc he lives to be an annoyance for Husk. Cause, you know, Husk actually tries to be romantic for Angel Dust. After a life of repression and an afterlife of abuse, Angel doesn't really have a sense of romance even though he has a longing for it. The former Overlord wants to give him everything he deserves. They go to carnivals, to the drive-in theatres, to the beach, ice skating, dancing, stargazing. However, a candle-lit dinner looses some flare when your cannibal boss orders toes as an appetizer for the table. But Angel is still smiling so Husk is satisfied. Without knowing it, Al being a creep ends up helping Angel get better into the rhythm of going on real dates. It takes some of the pressure off of him to be perfect - to not fuck things up like he knows he always does. Plus Angel kind of likes Al - they both have a certain . . . draw to entertainment. Can't be bored for too long. So every now and then, they team up to cause chaos have fun and the poor kitty hangs his head as he goes along with his boyfriend's and contractor's every whim. Occasionally Al will bring Niffty as his plus one, claiming he needs to air her out a little bit so she might as well join their fun. Those turn into the most hectic nights but also the ones with the most laughter. And, truth be told, despite how everyone thinks Charlie is the biggest Huskerdust shipper (practically crying rainbows when they first became official) Alastor can and will do everything in his power to keep these fools together. He gets far too much enjoyment out of the pair. Hell, he starts looking forward to Thursday night swing dancing dates. The Radio Demon third wheels so hard to the point that he is a salty, bitter bitch for weeks after finding out Angel assigned Fat Nuggets as Best Man for their (imaginary) wedding. His temper tantrum ends when the couple tell him he can be the officiant.

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ohtobeleah · 18 days ago

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If not together, how do you think each Dagger likes to spend New Year's Eve?

Oh boy! This I had to really think about!!

Hangman:

Goes home for the annual Seresin New Year's Eve party.

There's video evidence of him holding his niece up on his shoulders for the nine-o’clock fireworks she begged to stay up for.

Kisses his mother on the cheek. Tells her to remember he's a gown ass adult who flys billion dollar fighter jets for a living.

Lets absolutely loose at his hometown bar. Like you think that man is coming home before the sun kisses the horizon good morning? Think again.

Drunk calls everyone he's ever met, ever.

Requires an STD test before returning to base. (Just in case, he's a gentleman like that.)

Rooster:

Spends it with Mav and Penny and Amalia.

He spends ALL DAY slow cooking pulled pork.

Sends his mother a text on the number he still pays to keep. Asks her to pass the message onto his dad.

Gets wine drunk with Mav—who then proceeds to tell Rooster he's the son he wishes he could have had. And that he's blessed to have a second chance.

Cries. Another year he's gotten older. What triggers that is Jakes phone call to wish him a happy new year:

Downloads hinge again.

Fanboy:

Writes out a list of goals he wants to achieve for the year.

His Abuela forces him to do slave labour in preparation for dinner.

His cousins keep him so busy he forgets its New Year's Eve and just enjoys his time with family and friends before his social battery dies.

Eats his BODYWEIGHT in food.

Texts Jake and tells him he wants a gym buddy for the new year.

Accidentally proposes to his childhood best friend who's family spends new years with his. Dies inside when she tells him that's a really funny joke.

Bob:

Like Fanboy, makes a list of everything he wants to get done in the new year.

Spends the day decluttering and grocery shopping.

Buys himself a cheesecake to watch watcher TV show he's got the time to watch. (He falls asleep with it on his chest on the lounge.

Works through the holiday period.

Watches fireworks on TV.

Gets up early the next morning and begins his new years routine.

Payback:

Goes home to his family.

Like Jake—gets so shitfaced its not even funny.

Does not make it to midnight

Spends it with his head in the toilet of the house him and his wife share.

His teenage sons reminds him that he's old as fuck.

Does dry January to pay for his sins and to give his liver some love.

Coyote:

Disappears of the face of the earth till January 20th

Noone knows where he went or what he did.

He doesn't disclose.

Turns out though he spend his time in Bali…

A private villa with his beautiful fiancé, turned wife in a very intimate wedding.

Keeps it on the down low till AUGUST.

Phoenix:

Works over the holiday break. Doesn't enjoy New Years Celebrations. Hates fireworks.

Volunteers at the local pound. So many lost dogs and family pets come through the doors as the night goes on.

Treats herself to a sweet little treat and a bath with candles and a fully charged vibrator.

Does the full house reset.

Does the full body reset.

Reminds Jake not to send her any accidental dick picks unless he wants another visit from HR.

#the dagger squad #dagger squad #top gun #top gun maverick

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my-cherie · 2 years ago

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𝗗𝗢𝗘𝗦 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗠𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗞𝗡𝗢𝗪♡

pairing ꒱modern! step-dad! pantalone x male reader warnings ꒱ step relationships (though reader doesn't know it), cheating on pantalone's part, a few pet names (darling, sweetness, pet), grinding, dirty talk, praise. wc ꒱ 600+ thoughts ꒱ small genshin drabble bc pantalone doesn't get nearly as much appreciation as he deserves, this man is HOT, y'all. inspired by the abba song with the same name. NOT BETA READ.

You hadn’t seen your mom in a long time. Ever since you moved away for college she barely contacted you, so to say you were baffled when her wedding invite came in would be the century’s understatement. Putting on your best suit, you messed with your hair a little more and tried your best to straighten your tie, before giving up and just deciding to go like this. Not like you were trying to impress anyone.

While you were on the way to the ceremony, you checked the invite again. This was maybe your mom’s third husband ever since your dad left? You weren’t sure, but maybe this “Pantalone” (as you came to know his name from the invite) would be nicer than your other step-fathers.

… The place was fancy. You almost wish you hadn’t come, because the venue in itself already seemed straight out of an expensive magazine, with the full-on white decorations, roses and tulips and baby’s breath everywhere and a ton of seats in the middle of a cute, meadow-like wedding venue and now you were sure that this Pantalone guy was at least filthy rich, because your family sure as hell didn’t have the money for this place, even with the money your mom managed to get from her past failed relationships.

You stumble amidst all the guests, making small talk with some cousins, aunts and uncles, before finally settling into the back of the garden, nursing a glass of white wine that you were sure cost more than your apartment. Trying to look for anyone else you knew besides the few relatives you had talked to, you were disappointed to see only strangers.

Fuck, was your mom gonna take too long to come out?

“Hello,” you startled, who— “do you mind if I wait here as well?

Oh, that’s a very pretty man.

He’s wearing probably the most expensive suit you’ve ever seen, with a beautiful blue tie, silver glasses and— Is that a fucking Armani suit?

“Sure dude, uh,” you shift under his attention, distractedly biting the inside of your mouth, scrambling for a common topic you could talk to this stranger about, “do you know the groom?”

“Yeah, you could say that.” He chuckles in amusement and you realize suddenly that he seemed a bit... bored. He was just observing everyone and not moving to greet any of the people in the venue, even though you can see that quite a few people seemed to wave and smile at him.

The unknown man seemed to not want to socialize with anyone else, besides you, that is.

You mess with your tie again, trying to distract yourself from the beautiful, beautiful man besides you. Your tie just never seems to sit correctly on your suits, no matter how many times you've watched those tutorials on Youtube about how to do the perfect tie.

“Do you need some help there?” The man — fuck you forgot to ask his name — asks, clearly seeing you struggle.

“Please, if you could.” You smile at him, embarrassed.

He comes closer, slowly redoing your tie for you, and you stare at his face meanwhile.

Without meaning to, your eyes are attracted to his lips and you bite your own again, thinking about how they look very much kissable. When you look up, he’s already looking directly at you, a smirk playing at his lips and his eyes muddled with arousal.

So you weren’t the only one to feel the pull of attraction between you two then, good. You weren’t even enjoying the wedding anyway.

(The man kisses hard, you dimly register, your body hidden away from view by the way he’s holding you, kissing you breathless.

His knees are slowly grinding your dick and fuck if it doesn’t feel good, making you moan each time he does it, holding his hair tighter.

“Do you like it like that, darling? Does it feel good?” He talks dirty like he’s made for it and when you don’t answer, he pulls away the tiniest bit. “Answer me.”

And you have to gasp for breath, he has already made you into such a mess in a few seconds, it’s humiliating, but not enough for you to not beg him.

“Yes! Yes, it feels amazing! Please, please—“ You don’t know his name, god damn it all. He seems to notice your predicament, because he snickers a bit.

“The name’s Pantalone, sweetness.”

You give him your name as well, completely forgetting that your mom’s soon-to-be-husband has the same name as the stranger ravaging you. Even though it’s a very clearly unique name, your brain has been completely taken by his ministrations, hazy and distracted.

“Cute,” he says, before going back to kissing you to oblivion and starting to grind against your cock with his own, clearly hard and wanting to continue just as much.

“I’m going to enjoy ruining you, pet.”)

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read-write-thrive · 25 days ago

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Charles Rowland Week Day Four - Alive/headcanon

I ended up having to skip Day 3 bc my health is shit rn but I’m back for day four of @charles-rowland-week !!!! (definitely on the later side but shhhh let me have this) With everything going on I don’t have much time for fic writing and it felt like a cop out to just list my Charles headcanons (not to mention I have zero capacity for creativity rn so it would just be regurgitating from elsewhere on my blog). Ultimately I was inspired by the WIP games going around and decided to give y’all a sneak peak into my “Best Friend’s Brother” fic!!! I’ve also talked about this fic here if it sounds familiar lol. The whole fic is one big exploration of a headcanon I have for when Charles was alive so it felt fitting. It’s short but hope y’all enjoy ❤️

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Charles didn’t have a lot of fond memories from when he was alive. I mean, feels a bit dark and depressing to put it like that, but it was true. His life hadn’t been a walk in the park. His dad was shit, his mom looked the other way, and pretty much anything potentially good was tainted by that. Friends in primary school? Not allowed to come over to his house, which meant he stopped getting invited to others’, which meant said friendships didn’t last. Cricket games? Even when they won it was bittersweet to see that neither of his parents had bothered to show up. Dating as he got a bit older? Couldn’t exactly bring a girl home, now could he? So he made sure it never got that far. It wasn’t hard, in the end. Relationships prior to age seventeen rarely last long enough to go home and meet the parents anyway. He assumed that sort of thing came as you got older, but he wouldn’t ever find out in the end.

Anyway, all that to say he didn’t have a lot of happy memories. But there were a few, and he’d come to cherish them more and more over the years. Meeting Edwin was always top of the list (yeah, he’d died, whatever) but there were a few outside of that too. The only time he got to meet his maternal grandmother, for example. She’d flown into London for Charles’s sixth birthday (which coincided with the wedding preparations for one of his mom’s cousins, if he remembered rightly, which made it a more worthwhile trip) and stayed for a whole week. The entire time she was around, Charles latched onto her side and refused to leave, as she gave him sweets and prevented his father from hitting him. Those punishments came back around once she left, of course, but it was still one of his favourite memories. He always reminisces about it around his birthday, or when around sweets, or when he runs into people speaking Hindi or Punjabi. All of which happened somewhat frequently in London—for better or worse for Charles’s mental health.

#charles rowland #Charles rowland bfb #charles rowland best friend’s brother #fic wip #charles rowland week #fic snippet #back on my Charles’s family is Punjabi thing #which I also included in my fic where his parents died #(don’t ask me the title I have no idea)#dead boy detectives #dbda #dead boy detective agency #save dead boy detectives #bisexual charles rowland #charles rowland’s bi awakening my beloved

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thecarnivorousmuffinmeta · 9 months ago

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As bummed as I was at the time of reading it, I'm actually glad that "Blue Moon" had kind of a "cliffhanger" ending. Now, I and everyone else who reads it can project whatever happy ending we want on to it. For example, Carlisle talks Bella into naming their kid something unique but not overwhelmingly stupid and they fall in love. Rosalie and Emmett manage to overcome their issues and eventually join Carlisle and Bella in Volterra because "we're a family, goddammit and we should be together!" The birth goes as well as can be expected and Bella doesn't leave the planet after turning. She, with help from her family, becomes a pretty good mom and Carlisle is an amazing dad. Alice and Jasper keep in contact at a distance because of the Volturi and go searching for other hybrids. Aro becomes the baby's weird uncle and tells the kid all of his weird, interesting stories. At Aro's insistence, Bella develops her power and lowers her shield for him temporarily, causing him to go searching for the nearest vampire therapist. Emmett, I imagine becomes friends with Felix and Demetri while Rosalie gets along with Renata surprisingly well. They both adore the kid and since this is a world where Rosalie works on her issues, she doesn't get weird and project onto the baby. Bella and Carlisle get to have (probably?) good sex with someone they actually love and have commitment ceremony instead of a traditional wedding that's just them and the coven with Aro officiating. Alice and Jasper bring back Nahuel and everyone is relieved to know that the weird alien baby that they love should be alright. Nahuel's sisters get saved, probably by a delegation of Felix and a few of the scary-looking guards intimidating Joham into letting them leave if they want and they go live with him and Huilen and don't get pimped out by their father. And since "Breaking Dawn" doesn't happen, Demetri hears about Benjamin and Tia from Carlisle and immediately heads down to Egypt to tell them that Chelsea didn't make him leave and that while Benjamin has an interesting power, he's not someone Aro is desperate to have. This leads to a TLTIC situation where Tia and Benjamin decide to leave with Demetri and he brings them back to Volterra. Tia befriends Heidi, Benjamin becomes the baby's cool cousin, and Demetri becomes a very confused but protective big brother to them both. The twins are disappointed that the baby's not a squid but enjoy spending time with it regardless. Edward probably goes full Edward and gets executed by Caius but everyone knew it was bound to happen so they just get closer instead of falling apart. Esme just goes to the Denali and ends up becoming their MomBot, which is probably the happiest ending she's going to get. Alice and Jasper break up but it's on good terms and they're still part of the family. Jasper leans on Carlisle the most to maintain the diet and Carlisle, in turn, becomes closer to Jasper as a brother than as a "father." Bella finally talks to both Rosalie and Jasper without Edward interfering and realizes that they both like her just fine and develops a good friendship with them both. Alice's visions are stunted so she's kind of forced to be an actual person and see her family as actual people. She ends up with mixed results but everyone appreciates that she's trying. Her friendship with Bella, especially, isn't the same but that's not a bad thing for either of them. I imagine she'd get along pretty well with Corin. Emmett changes the least but he does start defending Rosalie more (something that's actually in the story) and he decides to take his job as "fun uncle" very seriously. Obviously they can't do the high school thing even after the observation period is done but they have each other, a support system in Volterra if they need it, they can wear whatever clothes they want, and they all live decently ever after. Anyway, it's a really sweet story with potential for a happy ending that you don't usually give the characters and I really liked it.

Blue Moon

Thank you, anon

(Not sure how I feel about "I've decided I like your ending because you didn't get a chance to make it sad")

#twilight #twilight renaissance #blue moon #praise

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dozing-marshmallow · 1 year ago

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CHRISTMAS WITH TOTAL DRAMA CHARACTERS(CHRIS, DUNCAN, HEATHER) SCENARIOS

Merry Christmas everyone! So sorry I couldn’t post something Christmas themed sooner, I hope everyone’s been having a wonderful day with family and friends whether you celebrate or not!🎄❤️

CHRIS

Despite the Christmas events he hosted for many networks, Chris didn’t feel he was really celebrating it until he went over to Newfoundland.

Before dinner, you joined him on this tradition that his homeland calls “Mummering” where it was basically Guess Who and Trick or Treat combined.

Needless to say, every neighbour you visited guessed who he was correctly.

He was reluctant to complete the family secret Santa. Originally, you sucked your teeth, thinking he was just being arrogant. However, from that event, you got an insight on the nature of a lot of his relatives- opportunistic.

“Could you lend me a few thousand dollars? What’s a guy like you to lose?", "Could you be the best nephew in the world and pay for the wedding of my best friend’s daughter?", "Could you help me pay off my mortgage?"

No wonder why your husband was barely enjoying himself at the dinner table! These people didn’t see him as a human; they saw him as a big shot wallet.

“Tell me, Chris... Is this how every Christmas goes for you?” you asked when it was just you and him, sitting next to him on the guest bed.

He was as sombre as ever. Sombre!,“Yeah. Told you the rest of the family weren’t important. I only bother to put up with them for my mom. I wish they all drop dead soon though.”

Not on Christmas Day... You couldn’t end the evening like this,“Okay... Is there anything you want to do together to cheer you up before we go to bed?”

“Hm...” the exhaustion shifts in his eyes as he smugly commands,“Tell me how good I look.”

You sigh in annoyance. That, you could do any day,“Really, Chris?”

“Fiiiiiine.” his moping tone of voice settled back,“I suppose raiding the leftover desserts wouldn’t hurt.”

“That...” is an oddly simple request coming from him,“Yet you’re implying you never did it?”

His attention is caught by the room’s door,“I didn’t have anyone I wanted to do it with.”

And unlike the fall of snow, his festive misery had vanished all at once.

“ᴬˡˡ ᴵ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ᶜʰʳⁱˢᵗᵐᵃˢ ⁱˢ ʸᵒᵘ!”

DUNCAN

Duncan’s dad was very pushy about Church this time around.

And he always found in his best interest to not go anyway.

This time though, you were there with him. So he decided, he’ll go this year.

He was also forced to join the local youth choir that would sing on the streets to raise money for those in need.

As long as he got to wear a mask...

“Not happening.” his dad sneered.

Okay, it wasn’t actually as bad as he thought it’d go.

Though he didn’t want to give his dad that satisfaction so he played sour about coming home. His main motivation was to steal some plates worth of food, give his mother her Christmas present and stuff the stockings of his cousins with bars of coal.

If anyone asks, you didn’t see anything.

His mom knitted him a Christmas sweater in return so obviously he wore it.

He visited his friends back in juvie with you.

It was quite heartwarming, seeing these teens who had done wrong in the past still have tenderness to friends and family, making you wish them a good future post leaving prison.

Besides, if they were Duncan’s friends, they had to have some morals.

Walking back, it was clear that he had room left for mischief and wanted to fill that space by stalling so you would be in front of him and turn around in confusion to not be met with Duncan, but his snowball.

“Hahaha! Nice makeup!”

You brush the snow off your face and feel your own devil inspire.

Let’s give him a taste of his own medicine.

You bent down and rolled up a snowball. Let the fight begin!

“ ᴼ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ, ᵃˡˡ ʸᵉ ᶠᵃⁱᵗʰᶠᵘˡ, ʲᵒʸᶠᵘˡ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʳⁱᵘᵐᵖʰᵃⁿᵗ!”

HEATHER

She scrunches her nose at the arrival of Christmas, that season that’s “nothing but noise and shallow junk.”

"I got you a present." you held it out for her.

“Buying my favour when it’s not my birthday, huh?” she looked inside the bag with no anticipation until she saw designer clothes neatly folded. She raised a smile and an eyebrow as she glanced back at you,“Okay, I guess it’s not that bad.”

Seeing her house made you wonder why she auditioned to come on the show.

To her displeasure, you were having fun cutting snowflakes, painting ornaments and decorating gingerbread men with her younger brothers and sisters.

Even more so when you helped her parents prepare the meal.

“We could never dream of Heather helping us out in the kitchen!” her mother claimed, wearing gloves over her manicured hands and a long apron over her expensive attire,“This is a nice change!”

“For sure! (Y/N) should come every year! Maybe our Heather Feather could learn a thing or two from you!” her father would then add on, with a hopeful smile.

With that, she dragged you out of the kitchen by the ear lobe.

“Let’s get out of here. I want something to drink.” she demanded, all ready in her outside winter gear.

Why come home if you’re not going to enjoy yourself?

You’re about to pay for the cozy drinks, but Heather interrupts you.

“I’ll do it.”

After an opening sip and staring at all this pure white showering from the sky, you smirk at Total Drama’s first villain,“So she does have a giving heart!”

Her answer was as cold, but her face was soft,“Don’t make me spill this on you.” the steam from her cup should be the only thing your eyes made contact with,“I just felt nice today. Don’t get used to it.”

“I won’t, I won’t.”

Something about that clarification made her tighten her grip on her cup for a small moment.

Seems like she wanted to give home a chance to fix her a reason for being...this. Generous.

A reason to like Christmas.

However, being with you, peacefully drinking with her, not disgusted or intimidated, was a reason on its own.

“ᵀʰⁱˢ ʸᵉᵃʳ, ᵗᵒ ˢᵃᵛᵉ ᵐᵉ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗᵉᵃʳˢ, ᴵ’ˡˡ ᵍⁱᵛᵉ ⁱᵗ ᵗᵒ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵒⁿᵉ ˢᵖᵉᶜⁱᵃˡ,”

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differenteagletragedy · 1 year ago

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I love the story you did of the MC proposing to Derek! I don’t suppose you could bless us with the other scenario, of Derek’s proposal to the MC? Pretty please 🙏?

Yesssss, the Derek love! Of course! Here we go:

One thing about Derek is that if he's going to do something, he's going to take the time to do it right.

So when he decided he wanted to marry you -- or, well, he'd decided he wanted to marry you when you were kids, but when he'd determined it was actually something that could really happen -- he didn't feel the need to rush.

After all, he'd been waiting over ten years for you. He was good at waiting.

By the time he took you for a date at the boardwalk, ring in pocket and raring to, he'd put months into planning his proposal.

First, he'd made a quick trip out to Sunset Bird while you were at work to ask for your parents' permission: he couldn't go forward with his plan without their blessing.

After your moms hemmed and hawed over him and told him that of course he had their blessing, he'd walked across the street to ask Cliff the same thing. Derek knew that you considered him your dad, so it was important to talk things through with him as well. He didn't really imagine the man having anything bad to say, but it was still sweet when he teared up and hugged him.

He talked to Cove about it too, of course, but the next step in his official plan was to reach out to Liz -- he needed to pick out a ring, and he thought your sister might be a good resource for what you might like. She gave him some tips, along with a healthy amount of teasing, then advised him to call Lee, too.

"Lee is going through this crazy phase," you'd told him that night after he spoke to your cousin. "Like she's not even seriously dating anyone but she's all into weddings, she texted me all afternoon about what kind of engagement ring she'd like and what she'd want at her ceremony."

You went on about how she must have gotten into those wedding reality shows, and Derek smiled to himself. The next day, Lee got back to him with the intel she'd gathered.

He took his time shopping, wanting to make the right choice despite how eager he was to put a ring on your finger, but eventually he found one he knew you'd love.

There were several venues that would have felt right for a proposal -- the beach, the park by your house, even the grocery store by your apartment held some special memories. But in the end, the boardwalk won.

"We haven't been here in forever," you told him when you parked.

He stepped out quickly and jogged over to open your door before you had the chance. You smiled at him, then smiled bigger when he reached a hand out to help you up.

"Just when I thought you couldn't be any more of a gentleman," you told him.

"I'm full of surprises," he replied, hoping his nervous laughter didn't give anything away.

You did the usual boardwalk routine -- face-painting (he got his star, and you decided to match with him), rides, games. It was a blast, as always, and every moment made him more sure that he wanted you by his side for the rest of his life.

Finally, you were walking along by the sand, taking a break from all the activity and simply enjoying each other's company. He saw the opportunity, and he grabbed it.

"Hold on, my shoelace is coming untied," Derek said, bending down to fiddle with his perfectly fine laces. "What do you want to do next?"

He watched as you looked around in thought, as he knew you would, and quickly grabbed the ring from his pocket. When you looked back down at him, about to answer, he was there, on bended knee, presenting you with the loveliest ring you'd ever seen.

He'd had a speech planned, a long, elaborate thing to tell you about how much he loved you and how he wanted to spend the rest of his life taking care of you, but in that moment, when he realized that he was finally in this position -- for real, not in his fantasies or with some kind of long timeline or stipulation -- his brain sort of short circuited from the sheer joy of it all. So he kept it simple.

"Will you marry me?"

Derek was strong and solid, but you nearly knocked him to the ground with how hard you threw yourself into his arms. He laughed, wrapping his arms around you as tight as he could without worrying he'd hurt you.

"Is that a yes?" he asked, feeling a few tears welling up in his eyes.

"Of course it's a yes," you told him. "It's always been yes."

He stood up then, pulling you up with him, and he slipped the ring on your finger. He held your hand close to his face, marveling at the site -- not at the ring, he'd spent long enough picking out to have every bit of it engraved in his memory, but at what it meant now that you were wearing it. He glanced over at his own bare ring finger, so thrilled at the thought of his own ring that would tell the world that he was yours.

Then you were back in his embrace. He held you there for a long time as people passed by on the boardwalk, stroking your hair, telling you about how happy you'd made him.

"I'll always take care of you," he said, leaning down for a kiss. "I promise. Always."

You could tell that was an important point for him, but you had to tweak it a bit.

"We'll take care of each other," you corrected. "Always."

#our life beginnings and always #olba #our life #olba derek #our life derek #derek suarez #derek x reader #derek x you #derek x mc #derek suarez x reader #derek suarez x you #derek suarez x mc

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sasuhinasno1fan · 1 month ago

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Our little secret

This is a gift for Kopy, over on the @lukadrienvault. Their fav ship I'd say is NathMarc so I decided that's what we're going to do. When coming up with the idea, I was think New Years Kiss and somehow, even though it's been a year since I was rewatching it, I thought of the Mondler New Years kiss and then this happened. It worked out that all the other ships they love was able to come into play, though warning, there is like incredibly minor Adrigami, but their engagement is arranged, they both don't want it and Kagami is the one to break it off because she knows how Adrien feels about Luka. Don't worry, both are very happy with the decision and it is mostly relegated to the back of the story. I've never focused on these two characters, so I hope I gave it everything they deserve. Happy Holidays Kopy, and enjoy!

“Cold! Cold, cold, oh, it’s cold!” Marc muttered, shoving the door to Dupain-Cheng Café open. He let it slam shut, moving around the slightly crowded floor and managed to find his normal seat at the only couch. It was just becoming free, so he dropped his bag onto it as the other customers pulled their jackets on to leave.

Marinette was behind the counter, working the espresso machine while her mother worked the register. He couldn’t see him, but Marc knew M. Dupain was in the kitchen working on refilling the pastry shelf.

“Hi Marc. Hot chocolate and biscotti?” Mme. Cheng asked.

Rubbing his arms to try and get warm, he shook his head. “Muffin actually. Whichever you recommend. But make my hot chocolate a large if you could. Everything been ok?”

“Yes, doing very well. how’s Adrien?”

“Mama.” Marinette called from where she was frothing the milk.

“Well, you won’t tell me anything. The boy just ended an engagement.”

Marc hummed, twisting his wrist so his smartwatch could register on the pay pad. “Technically, it was an arranged marriage neither he or Kagami wanted and I guess watching Adrien give up a chance to be with Luka, made her realise she’d be forced to give up her dreams to if she also went through with it. her objecting to the wedding was best for both of them, even if Adrien is dealing with a pissed off dad.”

“I don’t know what he’s getting annoyed about. He didn’t even ask Adrien.” Mme. Cheng complained.

“I think spending all the money on a destination wedding in London might have something to do with it. I mean, the church burned down, we had to rush to set up a new one within the rubble, found out Luka did end up coming cause Kagami basically demanded he did and then she objected to her own wedding. The reception was the most awkward thing ever. Marc, wasn’t it a disaster on your end? +stuck trying to keep Felix behaving and not insulting a family full of fencers and kendo experts.” Marinette complained, handing Marc a mug, with a toasted marshmallow floating on top.

“Oh. The reception. Yeah, it was…something.”

The whole trip to London was something. the wedding was crashing down around them the minute their train arrived in London. The rehearsal dinner had been Luka arriving and Adrien finding out Kagami insisted he be there, the Tsurugi family butting heads with the Agrestes, including the parents who decided on the arranged marriage and since Marc had been dealing with his parents bugging him about who was ever going to marry him, being called Kagami’s mother by a drunk cousin hadn’t been the highlight of his night. he wanted to have sex, just forget about everything for a few hours but he didn’t want a stranger. He decided to ask Nino, just because they’d kissed before and nothing blossomed out of it and the DJ was very good at understanding what his partner wanted in bed. Honestly, Alya had figured out she was gay while dating Nino, but she still swore Nino was the best man she’d been with.

Except Nino wasn’t in his hotel room, he’d been downstairs taking his turn in trying to convince Adrien to call off the wedding. But Nathaniel had been in the shared hotel room, already done from the dinner and ready to combat boredom by drawing as long as he could. They’d talked and Nath told him to ignore Kagami’s cousin, that he’d been one of the prettiest people downstairs and how he normally was the prettiest person wherever they were. It might have been the alcohol he’d been downing, but Marc kissed Nath. It didn’t feel weird, at all. They did the smart thing and took a second to figure out if they were ok moving forward but there literally felt like no reason to not keep going, so they did. And as strange as it was in the morning, it was great. Honestly, once the hangover had dissipated, Marc couldn’t stop thinking about it. Nath didn’t date really but clearly his understanding of anatomy made quite the mark.

They didn’t have to, but during the reception, post called off wedding, they tried sneaking away, only to get stopped by Felix, Adrien’s cousin, attempting to spark off the war between the two families. Since Adrien was busy trying to deal with his father and support Kagami deal with her mother, Marc and Marinette had been in charge of keeping the drunk English Agreste from blowing things up. on the train ride back, slight tense silence included, they decided since they were London time, they should do it. it hadn’t worked out; Nath went to wait for him in the bathroom and Ayla decided then was the time to start planning on how to lock Adrien and Luka together so they could fess up. Alya’s plans were detailed and insane and they were almost back in France when Nathaniel came out, annoyed.

They thought that was it, once they arrived back in their shared apartment building. Marinette went to go check with her parents at the café downstairs, Alya going with her girlfriend. Adrien was going to stay at Chloe’s at the hotel while Luka went back to his place and no one knew if they spoke during that time or they got good at pretending it was ok when they all reunited 2 days later. Nathaniel was going to go back to the apartment he shared with Adrien, while Nino rushed out of the apartment he and Marc shared to head to a meeting for an event he was contracted for. They’d said goodbye, talking about how, even though it happened once and it felt strange in the morning, they both liked what happened. Marc had talked himself out of following Nath across the hall and telling him he wanted to do it again and then the door opened and Nath was there.

“Still on London time?”

“Fuck yes.”

No one knew, obviously. Marc had zero clue where this was going but when they weren’t sneaking around having sex, it felt like normal. Nath being a short-tempered pessimist, who preferred focusing on his sketch book or tablet but if you upset the people he cared about, you were dead. And him, still shy and suffering from his anxiety except when it was about books or words or even a football, not to mention the family he made from his friends, he became a whole other person. The bond was growing deeper as they continued the relationship. Secret trips outside Paris, learning how to grow together in a relationship, even through stupid fights. It was more stable than any of his other relationships and none of their friends knew.

Except Nino. One of the trips led to him losing an eyelash curler at the hotel and since they both mentioned seeing Clara Nightengale and Nino had been the one to take the call about a room in Nath’s name, the DJ figured it out. he was good to keep the secret, he and Alya had broken up for weeks while she figured out her life once she came out to him and started dating Marinette and no one knew until they were ready. Which was what Nino was waiting for now from them.

But it was nice for it to be a secret, for everyone to not ask questions. They all had questions for Alya when she came out and started to date her best friend. Adrien and Luka were dealing with their own questioning with Adrien’s failed wedding and the unspoken feelings between the two of them. Nino was lucky, no serious dates at the moment but he got into some crazy things DJing at parties. With no one to hound them about their relationship, it felt calm. Marc fully believed it was why they were able to grow together so easily, without the worry of ‘what if it doesn’t work out?’ hanging over them. if it didn’t, only 3 people would know.

“Oh, Nathaniel!” Mme. Cheng called as the door opened again.

Marc bit a smile down, collecting his muffin from Marinette. It was promptly stolen by the artist.

“Hey! That was mine.”

“Suffer.” He said, mouth full of pastry.

“Ugh.” Well, not every relationship was perfect. At least he didn’t lick a left-over mug in retaliation for a stolen muffin like last time.

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Marinette might work at her parent’s café most times they saw her, but her skill in design was in no way suffering. The artist in him was in love with the lines of the pipping on the corset vest and in love with the way it clung to Marc’s body. Their androgynous body tended to avoid things that showed off his curves but Marc had pulled it out themselves and asked for help sinching in.

“Are you even pulling it?” Marc asked, pulling Nathaniel from staring at the way the strings crossed all the way down Marc’s back. Obviously having sex in a corset wasn’t the best idea, cause breathing, but he could see the appeal.

“Turn around.” He said, tugging at Marc’s waist until the writer faced him. Once they were holding onto his shoulders, he gathered the strings again and pulled, smirking down at Marc’s red face. The platform shoes he wore were completely worth it.

“I don’t think this is how you do it.”

“No?” Nathaniel asked, tugging the strings. “I think it gets the point across.”

Marc glared at him, clearly biting down a smile. “Finish up, we need to get going.”

In Chloe’s attempts in making her oldest friend smile again, she was throwing a Christmas party for everyone. Alya somehow got her way in getting the others to agree to a plan to get Luka and Adrien together, so there was also that to look forward to. Nath only said yes because New Years would be celebrated in his and Adrien’s apartment and he didn’t want to usher in the new year with the awkwardness still hanging over all of them. That and if he’d managed to have a deeper connection in a relationship they were all hiding from their friends, then Luka and Adrien who everyone knew had feelings for each other should have no issue to get together, not when Adrien’s fiancée insisted Luka be at the wedding she called off.

Maybe making a comic with Marc of Kagami leaving her wedding and becoming the best fencer that everyone forgot who she was related to, might have been a bit much just after the failed wedding, but Nathaniel didn’t regret the decision.

“Did you get the others anything?” Marc asked, picking up their satchel before pulling their jacket off the hook by the door.

“Sort of. I was finally able to afford that house warming gift for Alya and Marinette and I decided to do updates to Nino and Luka’s logos.”

“And nothing for me right?”

“Not until later, like we promised.”

They knew each other. They’d get the other a very sentimental gift, something that could be obvious and their friends could easily figure it out. they still weren’t ready for others to know. Nathaniel had been working hard on finishing commissions to pay for Marc’s gift and he really hoped the writer liked it.

Marc’s gifts for everyone were handbound copies of their favourite fairytales. His job as a bookbinder had given him the time to letterpress everyone’s books. Now Nath knew why he kept hiding his work when anyone would come close, since they were all so used to him bring home orders to work on sewing.

“You really didn’t have to do this. how am I gonna top this?” Nath joked while they had a chance alone, looking through the pages of his copy of The 12 Dancing Princesses. Probably an odd choice for him, but it was the one he remembered the most growing up and he went feral whenever he found a book inspired by the story.

“I’m sure you’ll think of something.” Marc said, leaning to see Luka and Adrien talking. “Do you think they’re finally talking about things?”

“Hopefully. Would be nice if the year ended with everyone dating the people they wanted by the end of the year.”

Nathaniel tilted his head. “Even us?”

Marc glanced down. Marc's platforms didn't fully make their heights even. “I don’t know if I’m ready for everyone to know. I’m not stupid, I know we’ll get sloppy eventually. But I like that it’s just us.”

Nathaniel gently brushed his hand against Marc’s, smiling softly at him. “Me too.”

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“Nino?”

The DJ turned away from the TV inside his apartment that he shared with Marc to see his roommate and secret boyfriend pouting at him. The sound of the last minute before the new year came from the TV, which had everyone’s attention.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, feeling nervous.

“We want to kiss at midnight but other than Mylene and Ivan, no one else is planning to.”

“Oh,” he said, feeling relieved. He was worried they were going to have another secret for him to hold. “I got you.” he immediately went to Alya, who was live streaming the New Years party. “So, you’re kissing Marinette right?”

“Huh?” she looked away from her phone to raise an eyebrow at him. He could see comments teasing Alya about planting one on her girlfriend.

“Kissing someone at midnight? For good luck? Come on, it’ll be fun. Isn’t her grandpère always going on about tradition?”

Alya still looked lost at his questioning but she shrugged and started making her way to her girlfriend, wrapping her arm around her. His next set of victims were Luka and Adrien. Things were finally making headway – which was helped with Adrien finally leaving his father’s side of the family and helping Kagami to get set up a professional athlete – and Nino wasn’t at all upset with pulling this to get them even closer.

“Hey, so we’re doing kisses at midnight.” He announced, leaning on the back of the couch they were sitting on.

“What?” Adrien asked.

“Alya is kissing Marinette, Ivan is planting one on Mylene, I’m gonna offer myself to Chloe, so you two take care of each other.”

“What?” Luka asked this time.

“Well, I can’t have Marc or Nath kiss her. Nath and Chloe always find a way to push buttons and Marc is terrified of her half the time, so honestly, I’m doing them a favour by offering myself to Chloe while you guys take care of each other and Nath and Marc can fill in each other’s places. Ok?” he said, patting his best friend on the shoulder and walked off, ignoring Adrien calling for him and instead, went looking for the last person.

Chloe was glued to her phone, but she did glance up at him when he got closer.

“New year’s kiss?”

She frowned at him. Time was ticking and it was gonna look strange if he wasn’t kissing anyone come midnight.

“I’m gay.” She reminded.

“I know. I helped you dump XY when you realised that about yourself. You know, you did say you owe me.”

She looked even more confused. “This is how you wanna use it?”

“Not really, but let’s be honest. I’m way less likely to cop a feel and Alya says she didn’t realise she was gay for so long because she liked kissing me, so obviously I’m good at it.” that last part wasn’t a lie, it was actual fact Alya had admitted when they made the decision to break up.

She rolled her eyes as the countdown started. “Insta it?”

“Deal.” He agreed, glancing over his shoulder and catching Marc’s eye with a smile. if anyone owed him, it was those two.

“5, 4, 3, 2, 1! Happy New Years!”

While Alya, Marinette, Nino and Chloe immortalized their good luck kiss on social media – and Adrien and Luka decided ‘fuck it, enough hiding’ - no one blinked an eye when Marc and Nathaniel kissed in a room full of their friends.

“That was nice.” Nath was tempted to say those words against Marc’s lips, but anyone could be watching.

“One day.” Marc promised. “We should find the others. It’ll be a while before we can get Nino to distract the others long enough so we can exchange gifts.”

Nino did do his job and led the whole apartment in a very loud – Adrien was gonna have to pay so much for apology pastries from the Dupain-Chengs for their neighbours – karaoke ballad while they went to Nathaniel’s apartment across the hall.

“Do you wanna go first?” Nathaniel asked, after unearthing his present from his room. It always made Marc giggle that the amazing artist was so bad at wrapping presents. Like, he’d tape-every-edge-with-tape-bad.

“I might need a minute to figure out how to get in.” he joked, letting out a tiny yelp as Nath tugged him backwards and they both tumbled into Nathaniel’s favourite armchair. “I think I’m sitting on your tablet!” Marc complained, shuffling himself onto Nath’s lap.

“Eh, wouldn’t be the first time it’s been sat on. I think I remember a certain time, in my room while Adrien was out, where you shoved me on the bed?”

Marc knew exactly what he was talking about. Wasn’t until it was all over Nath had squirmed and unearthed his very sweaty tablet from underneath him. The poor thing had complained about being too hot in its notifications.

Instead, he focused on opening the present, pulling at the paper like a chip bag. The box inside opened easily and sitting on cream tissue paper was a book. A book of fairytales.

“Where did you get this?” Marc breathed, pulling the book out and opening it, listening to the old boo creak. It smelt amazing, looking near identical to the one he’d lost as a child.

“Took a while since I couldn’t ask Adrien for help. Do you like it?”

Marc gave him a look that told him how stupid that question was. “I hope you like mine.”

“I think I’ll love it.”

A gift bag was surprisingly easy to sneak around with, since most of their friends had been passing late gifts to others, so Nathaniel only had to remove tissue paper to get to his present. It was a leather wrapped book, but the part that acted as the cover was a bit bulky. Nathaniel undid the string holding it closed and realised the front flap was a holder for pencils. The paper in the book felt like the same type he used in his sketchbooks.

“Did you make this?” he also noticed the embossed logo at the bottom and a hidden embossed chicken – his favourite animal. “Didn’t you make like a bunch of personal fairy tale books?”

Marc shrugged. “Those were easy to do. This took a bit cause I had to deconstruct a copy of your favourite sketch book so I could sew it in. it’s not nearly as amazing as what you got for me.”

“Are you kidding? Marc, this is amazing. You are amazing. I love you.” Nathaniel immediately went red and stiff while Marc’s smile dropped, but out of surprise.

“That’s the first time you said that.” Marc pointed out.

“Yeah.”

“Do you wanna ignore it?” Marc offered.

Nathaniel bit his lips before taking Marc’s book and his sketchbook, dropping them in the box Marc’s present had been in and onto the floor before taking Marc’s hands in his own.

“No. I don’t want to ignore it. I’ve never had a stable relationship, some much so that when we went out of town that first time and had that massive fight, I thought this was all over. Except, of course you’d be the one to teach me how a relationship is supposed to go, how we grow and build and fix things as time goes on. it was just supposed to be a simple thing, sleeping together, but it felt so right taking the next step. And when it kept growing from there, I don’t think I’ve ever been happier. So, Marc Anciel, I love you and I really hope we last forever, because I can’t imagine being with anyone else.”

Marc leaned down and softly kissed Nathaniel, pulling one hand away to rest on the other’s cheek. He pressed their foreheads together when they finally pulled apart. “I love you too Nathaniel.”

The artist kissed his boyfriend again, using his free hand to tug him closer. “Stay?”

“What about Adrien?”

“If you actually think he and Luka aren’t going to finally talk and work things out, you must not have been paying attention.”

Marc let out a hum, pulling Nath in, by gripping his neck. “What should we do if we have the whole place to ourselves?” he asked between kisses.

“Well, this armchair is pretty sturdy. Wanna figure out how much?”

Marc laughed. “God, when the others find out, I think Adrien is gonna burn everything in your apartment.”

“Oh, trust me, Nino will do the same to your place when he finds out all the things we did there.”

#lukadrien vault #nathmarc #alyanette #lukadrien #secret relationship #friends au

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kyber-crystal · 1 year ago

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Okay bestie how about Christmas HCs where Obi-Wan is spending Christmas with you and your strange family ❤️

HI YES OKAY

also i'm so sorry if my writing seems off, i'm lwk rusty from not having written anything in a FAT minute. anyway enjoy some festive obi-wan!!

you and obi-wan were born on complete opposite ends of the galaxy, on different planets

this meant different cultures, different traditions, different ways of life

obi-wan doesn't remember much of his childhood—he can barely recall who his family was and only has a few fading memories of them—while you remember your loved ones in great detail

so when he hears you talk about your family and sees how your face lights up when you do, it's very bittersweet for him

now, life day (i believe this is christmas in star wars terms lol) is quickly approaching but you had been too busy throwing yourself into teaching an introductory sparring class for the younglings, along with your personal training, to realize it

if it were up to master windu's doing you wouldn't be getting as long of a break

but it's master yoda in charge here, and he grants you a long weekend to rest—which you and obi are incredibly grateful for as you've gotten a combined 6 hours of sleep in the past 3 days

(pathetic, you know...especially when it's drilled into your heads from day 1 of being in the temple that rest is the key to a happy, fulfilling life)

your family stories are always filled with lots of laughter, vibrant colors, and more love and compassion than he could even describe

so when you invite him to come to your home planet with you he's obviously excited

though outwardly he expresses how he feels a bit nervous

they've all heard about your best friend and wise master, but have never spoken to him in person

"it'll be fine, trust me! i have a big family but i promise you they're the nicest people you'll ever meet."

so he agrees, and you fly out that following morning

you can tell he's nervous as you get to the front door

so you intertwine your fingers together, giving his hand a squeeze

it's your silent way of telling him it's going to be just fine :)

and your family instantly LOVES him

of course, you're first bombarded with the classic "are you two married?" "when's the wedding?" "y/n, this is the first time you've brought a man back home!" "he's so handsome!" and whatnot

meanwhile, obi stands there with flushed cheeks...

the older women of the family—your mother, godmother, grandmothers, aunts, etc—instantly love him since he offers to help you out in the kitchen

in the meantime, you sit in the living room with your siblings, cousins, and the rest of the men

"where is the ring on your finger, y/n?" your favorite uncle asks you. he has this GIANT grin on his face and he's wearing THAT "ugly sweater" with a pink loth cat on it

ever since you got it for him, he's made it a yearly tradition to put it on at every holiday gathering

so it's hard to not laugh at first when you're trying to respond

"uncle ted, you know jedi can't get married!"

"who said you had to follow the rules?" he raises a brow at you and you laugh again

"y/n," your dad adds on, "he's right. you should be getting married soon..."

"but the jedi code!"

"it's not a crime if they don't find out, right?" your oldest cousin, cal, says

...and all the men murmur a "yep" or "touche" at that

obi wan catches part of this conversation and comes over, "who's marrying who?"

"she's marrying you!" your younger sister, layla, exclaims with a giggle

and now it's time for both you and obi to get extremely flustered

"SORRY," you quietly tell obi in your mind. "my family can get a bit...chaotic."

"it's okay, don't worry about it," and he smiles at you

while you're eating dinner, you catch him looking around the room—at your family, the eccentric decorations on the fridge and walls (courtesy of layla, cassie, and cal), the most stunning tree standing tall in the corner, the golden stockings with hand-stitched names of each cousin hung above the crackling fireplace—and your heart swells with warmth

in all his years of living so far, obi-wan has never felt so much at home as he has now, with you by his side

even amidst the chaos of the day, he tells himself he wouldn't want to be anywhere else, & he means it

later, you're making gingerbread houses together (apparently obi has never heard of this tradition before, so you take it upon yourself to teach him all about it)

but despite knowing little about it, he ends up making the best house out of everyone

you come in close at 3rd place, though you're sure your house is only one breath from falling apart

there's frosting all over your hands

and on your chin, apparently, but obi wipes it away with a quick sweep of his thumb

the longing look in both your guys' eyes doesn't go unnoticed by the rest of your family

long after everyone has gone to bed for the night, you stay by the fireplace together with glasses of warm milk on the coffee table in front of you

"you're really lucky, you know," he tells you. "to have a family you can remember and spend time with when you can."

"i really am..." you agree, "but obi-wan, you're always welcome to come over. my family loves you. i know it's only been a day but they already want you to be a part of the family."

(neither of you realize that he's taken ahold of your hand and started to gently brush over your ring finger)

and just around 4 short months later, you wake up one morning to find a sapphire ring on that exact finger

"just so you know, i'm saying yes," you squeeze his shoulder before going off to continue with the rest of your day

(how the council doesn't suspect anything, you have no idea. but you're grateful for it lmao)

ok i'm so sorry idk what i was doing with the ending there but I HOPE YOU ENJOYED &&&& merry christmas & happy holidays!!!'

tags (once again, this list hasn’t been updated in a while so apologies if it seems off haha): @voguesir @fl0ating @lady-elena-adeline @katelynnwrites @freeshavocadoooo @buckysbeloved @kelieah @kaleidoscope1967eyes @lam-ila @amelia-song-pond @unstablecaffeinatedmind @elenavampire21 @joyfullyswimmingface @arkofblake @hellotherekenobi

#obi wan kenobi x reader #obi wan kenobi #star wars imagine #obi wan kenobi imagine #obi wan fic #obi wan imagine #obi wan imagines #obi wan x reader #star wars prequels #star wars oneshot #obi wan kenobi x you #obi wan kenobi x y/n #obi wan x you #christmas #holidays

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uniquecellest · 1 year ago

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Adashi AUs pt 3

-After their fight, Shiro asks if they can up the date of the launch. When Adam goes to talk things out he finds Shiro gone

- Shiro loves making Adam late to work

- Adam and Lance were victims of a serial killer that only Shiro and Keith can see. However, if they solve the case then Adam and Lance can move on which scares Keith and Shiro as they have grown to care for Adam and Lance

- Adam is kidnapped and experimented on by the Galra becoming one of their best weapons

- With Shiro in space Adam decides to travel the world for the Garrison. (Adam is always sending post cards back to their apartment for Shiro, Shiro keeps a journal and writes letters to Adam)

- Adam and Lance are cousins which shocks everyone bc not even Matt, Shiro, or Keith knew

- Adam is surprised to see Shiro alive but they don't talk until after the final battle when Keith is leaving with the Blade for a mission (Adam is joining them)

- Shiro tries to plan the perfect proposal including listening to sets of Adam's favorite Stand-Up but things don't go according to plan

-Winx Club AU with Fairy Shiro and Specialist/Warlock Adam

-All for the Game AU with Fox!Shiro and Raven!Adam

-Adam is known to be a serial dater turns out most were just flings and Shiro is his forever partner (everyone warns Shiro about Adam being a heartbreaker though and someone who can lose "interest" quickly)

-They're cadets and Adam is arranged to marry someone and Shiro thinks he's lost his chance as much as he's trying to stop the wedding (Matt and Keith pointing out Shiros jealousy and being smug about it)

-Swan Lake/Princess AU with Prince!Shiro and Odette!Adam

-Jealousy where Shiro's manifests as insecurities and Adam has to restrain himself from hitting something and distances himself from Shiro to "get over" his feelings

-Beast!Adam and Beauty!Shiro

-Royal!Shiro with Tutor!Adam

-Royal!Adam with Bodyguard!Shiro

-Pidge and Matt (and Keith depending) giving Shiro the shovel talk

- Once separated by Kerberos Shiro and Adam dream of what the other is living through, right by his side, they think it's nightmares/wishful thinking until they discover its not

- Adam being reserved but the most feral with Shiro being the most outgoing but can calm Adam's feralness

- Adam also called Shiro, Shiro until one day when he slips up and calls him Takashi. Embarrassed Adam doesn't hang around Shiro as much and makes sure to call him Shiro. Shiro is confused until Matt, Curtis, /someone/ spells out what happened and - in the vaguest way possible - hints at Adam's crush on Shiro

- The Olive Theory but with Adam disliking pumpkin and Shiro loving it. Shiro dislikes cherries but Adam loves them.

- Adam teaching Shiro about constellations

- somehow Adam and Cosmos (best space dog) end up switching bodies and they need to travel space so they can switch back

- Adam and Shiro constantly wearing their engagement rings and refusing to take them off even after their break-up, even when they think the other is dead

-Lawyer/Judge Adam with science teacher Shiro

-Adam enjoys cooking and does it to relieve stress from the day, even if he's working 12+ hours

-Shiro makes meals when he thinks Adam is overstressed/worked even if it's just simple sandwiches

-True Crime obsessed Adam who works in a hospital with corner Shiro who can't stand true crime

- Adam is organized at work but not at home, Shiro is organized at home but not work

-Matt and Keith literally smash their faces together so Adam and Shiro can get over their stupid pining

-Shiro wants to adopt a pet. . .. . .. he's allergic to said pet Adam is both amused and concerned

-Hades!Adam and Persephone!Shiro

-classical musician Adam and Manager to a pop-punk bad Paladins, Shiro

-yall know that episode of American Dad when Jeff takes a True Love test and fails? That but with Adashi

-Prince!Shiro and Royalguard!Adam. They grew up together as kids but as they got older Adam took his job more seriously and distanced himself a little from Shiro so when Shiro wed another Royal it wouldn't hurt as much

-Former best friends that drifted apart but Matt forces then together again

-Sleeping Beauty AU! With Beauty!Adam and Prince!Shiro

-Orpheus!Shiro and Eurydices! Adam

-Perseus!Shiro and Andromeda!Adam

-While Adam and Shiro both initiate kisses throughout the year, Adam typically does the NYE/NYD one but one year Shiro initiates it to shake things up. That's the year Shiro goes to Kerberos

-After crash landing Shiro wouldn't speak unless he spoke to Adam first then Keith, Adam was not informed and Keith was already expelled

-Medusa!Shiro with God of Wisdom!Adam but they're a couple and the transformation is a protection not a curse (re: only those who have ill intentions or those that are not welcome in Shiro's home are turned to stone)

-Robin Hood!Shiro and Maiden Maryin!Adam

-Adam has a weird connection to Cosmos despite being millions of miles away, when Cosmos senses Adam is in danger (re: about to die) Cosmos ends transporting himself, Keith, Krolia, and Red back to earth with enough time to save Adam. (The other Paladins have to make their way back)

-Keith acts like a child of divorce with a favoring towards Adam

-Lance spending time with Shiro and Adam, mainly Adam, as Adam gives advice on how to bare being on Earth while Keith, Pidge, and Hunk continue going into space/working on space stuff

-not everything but certain parts of seasons 7 and 8 were actual dreams Adam had as he thought he was dying

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gerec · 1 year ago

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Hi! Do you have recommendations for fics in which Charles is older than Erik？Extra kudos for Bottom!Charles

Thank you in advance, and thank you for all the amazing cherik fics esp the hooot porns :-))

Hi Anon! Sorry for the delay it's been a little crazy this week :D

I think the combination of older/bottom!Charles might be this fandom's unicorn lol. BUT these are all amazing fics with older Charles that I hope you enjoy!

Give me your stars to hold by pearl_o

Charles returns home from college and figures out why Erik has been so distant since he’s been away.

Counting Bodies like Sheep (To the Rhythm of War Drums) by cm (mumblemutter)

Erik was born broken, their father always told Charles.

Wind and Words by velvetcadence

Lord Charles of House Xavier has been out-manipulated by Queen Emma into a marriage with her cousin. Still, there are worse fates than having to wed a handsome child.

Casual Encounters by SharpestScalpel

Charles is a busy professor in his 30s - busy enough that a craigslist casual encounter is really the only way he's going to get laid any time soon.

Erik is a 19-year-old virgin with an internet connection and no social skills.

Letters for His Majesty by motleystitches (furius)

When Charles the Gentle, King of Westchester, was nineteen years old, he killed a man named Shaw and rescued a boy he gave to the MacTaggerts’ to raise. Twenty years later, he has almost forgotten the incident. With a wife he loves as a sister, no heir, and a war going badly, Charles falls quickly and inappropriately in love with the knight Erik Lehnsherr.

wait (they don’t love you like I love you)

Charles is a bad guy (head of some shady criminal organization) and Erik is the kid that grew up in his household (his mother is the help? so they maybe live in the servant’s quarters). Anyway Charles likes Erik a lot and assumes that when Erik grows up he will end up working for Charles (maybe he recognizes some violent streak of potential in Erik). Only then Erik decides, while Charles is away on some sort of shady business deal overseas, to go away to college. So obviously Charles has to go and drag Erik back because Erik is his and his alone.

David's Dad (Has Got it Going On) by afrocurl

Charles doesn't know what to do with the crush his son's best friend, Erik, has on him. At least not until Erik all but forces himself into Charles' lap one night.

An Arrangement of Soulmates by Fullmetalcarer

King Charles III of House Xavier gazed at the painting of his betrothed. Strong jaw, wide, thin lipped yet sensual mouth, straight nose, high cheekbones, intense grey-green eyes, short auburn hair.

tonight is all we need by Oxsa05

Erik has just come of age and soon will be trapped in an arranged marriage against his will. Before losing some of his freedom, he wants one night for himself so he can fulfill his true desires. Charles, an expert and famous prostitute, will make sure Erik has a lovely evening and forget about his troubles for a while, giving him everything he asks for.

Machine of a Heart by traumschwinge

Thirteen years ago, when he was just recovering from an incident during one of his deployments, Logan met Dr Charles Xavier. Dr Xavier, who'd just decided that Logan, while still unconscious, was perfect to try some physical improvements as a proof of concept for the large military project he was, back then, co-heading. Now, Logan's mostly a spy, tangled up in whatever mess Charles and his superiors think necessary to involve him with. It doesn't matter that Logan has feelings, about Charles' project, about Charles himself, about just altering other people's bodies without their consent. What'll matter soon, however, is stopping some harebrained weapons manufacturer from causing the consumption of the entire biomass on planet Earth.

twenty four hours from tulsa by intentation

After having self-emancipated (aka run away), Erik's been holing up in a shitty motel while he figures out his next step. When Charles Xavier moves into the room just down the hall, Erik discovers his new favorite pastime: sex.

Drunk Night, Sobering Days by issabella

Erik is drunk, naked - and standing in the kitchen of Charles Xavier.

Yet what comes easy to do and say while drunk to the gorgeous man with the blue eyes, seems suddenly filled with awkwardness the next morning. Erik feels like a fool though the proverbial silence is golden is not always the best advice, especially if one is quickly developing a crush.

How Prof. Shaw’s Grammar Nazi Ways Got Me Laid and Helped Me Find True Love by jasminetea

Charles is a professor. Erik is a student. They meet through Craigslist.

#gerec rambles #cherik #fic rec #gerec's fic rec #older!charles #also thank you so muchly about my pornz :D

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missywritesfor7 · 1 year ago

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🌙Moon’s Light | JJK🌙

Synopsis: Luna is a young paralegal trying to maintain her new found independence and enjoy life. Too bad her job sucks and her boss is the worst. As if that wasn’t bad enough, she encounters a vampire named Jungkook who changes her life in more ways than one.

Jungkook is a shield and protector of the vampire kingdom of Korealis. He’s trained his entire life to block out any and all distractions and focus solely on becoming the strongest. While investigating a potential threat to the kingdom, he encounters Luna who turns out to be more than he could have ever imagined. It becomes his job to protect her, but he can’t tell if what he’s feeling is his devotion to the job or perhaps something deeper.

Secrets are uncovered. Lives are on the line. Hearts are tested.

Pairing: Vampire!Jungkook x Fem!OC

Warnings: Violence, character death, eventual smut, tragedy, some angst, strong language, MINORS DNI

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|| Ch. 12: Revisited ||

Luna didn’t realize she had fallen asleep again until a knock at the door pulled her out of her short nap. Jungkook is still sleeping so she decides to get up and get the door hoping it’s one of the guys and not someone who doesn’t know about her being there. Thankfully it’s Hoseok once again checking in on the two of them.

“Hey,” Hoseok says entering the room. “Where’s Jungkook?”

“Sleeping,” Luna says pointing to the fur ball resting in the bed.

“Oh. I see. Did he at least apologize to you first before hiding?”

“Yeah,” she chuckles. “So you’re familiar with this practice?”

“Of course,” he chuckles. “He does it more than you may think. He just doesn’t like people to see him cry.”

“I’m starting to realize that. There’s nothing wrong with crying though, why hasn’t he learned that in all of these years?”

“He’ll figure it out eventually,” Hoseok shrugs. “He has a soft heart but a hard head.”

“A hard head indeed,” she laughs.

“One of the side effects of being shield I guess. He puts up a strong wall, but you could probably break it down.”

“What makes you think that?”

“I don’t know,” Hoseok shrugs. Then he gets closer to her and begins whispering. “I think he may have a soft spot for you.”

“What?”

“If you need anything let me know,” he says quickly turning and leaving the room.

Luna looks back at Jungkook still sleeping in a ball on the bed. She walks over to him and lays back down next to him.

“So you’re a baby trying to be a hard ass?” She whispers. “That’s cute.”

She runs her fingers through his fur as he continues sleeping soundly.

“Thanks again for saving me. I know you think you don’t deserve thanks, but you do. My family was taken away from me as soon as I was born, then my family was taken away again. It’s all because of vampires. I want to hate every one of you. I want to tell you how much you people have ruined my entire life. But you saved me and proved that maybe all vampires aren’t bad. I wish you would make it easier to talk to you. I could tell you all of this to your face, but it’s hard to do that when you’re always being a cheeky little shit.”

Jungkook remains unmoved. His eyes are closed still but he had actually woken up when Hoseok came to the door. He heard everything, and as much as he would like to transform back and talk to her the way he knows he should, he can’t bring himself to do it. Hiding is a habit he simply can’t get out of right now.

A few days pass giving Luna time to grieve, Jungkook time to stop hiding, and the rest of the guys time to plan their next move. Luna knows she could be killed or at least kidnapped if she goes back home, but there’s a lot of questions that remain unanswered.

If she spent her entire life hearing stories about her mom’s best friend, Luna, who she shares her name with, and seeing wedding photos with her dad’s cousin, then there has to be more answers in the house. Her parents made sure she knew who her birth parents were, even if she had no idea they were her birth parents. It was all sitting under her nose and she’s convinced there’s more to be found.

Convincing Jungkook or anyone else to take her back is nearly impossible. That is until Luna learned the secret they had been keeping from her.

When they finally explored the unofficial portal that SV uses to get to the human world they discovered it leads right to Luna’s workplace. They chose not to mention this around her because they didn’t want to give her any ideas about going home when they go back to explore the area. Too bad she overhead them talking at one point and she’s now planning a way to convince them to take her along.

“Hell no! Are you crazy?!” Jungkook argues. “No fucking way are you going back after what happened!”

“Please! I just need to go through the house, I need answers,” Luna pleads to him and the rest of the brotherhood in the sparring room.

“Not only is it a reckless and stupid idea, but if no one has been in that house since….LuLu, you can’t.”

“I can handle it! I have to, Jungkookie please,” she begs. “Plus, there’s more of you going so there will be more protection.”

“You….” Jungkook struggles to push back. It’s the Jungkookie. Why is it always when she calls him that?

“I’ll take you,” Jimin offers.

Everyone else looks at him surprised. It’s not going to be a simple escort task, he’ll likely need to fight if Luna is tracked again, and while he can certainly hold his own in battle, he’s no master marksman with the Vampire Slayer at his disposal.

“No you won’t,” Jungkook says defensively.

“If you won’t take me then why not?” Luna asks. “I’ll go with Jimin and the rest of you can do whatever you need to do.”

“First of all,” Jungkook fires back. “No. And second, NO!”

“You’re not my dad!”

“I’ll-“

Jungkook is stopped before he can say any more by a strong gust of wind. Namjoon raises his hand and hits Jungkook with another slap of wind. Namjoon is always afraid of hurting his brothers too much if he hits them with his hands, so he uses his ability to let the elements do the work for him. He doesn’t want to hurt them when he does it, he just wants them to shut up.

“Jungkook,” Namjoon says standing from the couch. “Maybe we could compromise to make everyone happy. We’re all going, so it won’t be too bad to have her under our protection. But,” he says turning to Luna. “We will have very strict rules that you’ll have to agree to.”

“Deal,” Luna says nodding. “What are the rules?”

“They’re simple. Don’t wander off without us. Don’t blow our cover. We reserve the right to bring you back here at any time for any reason, please cooperate when we do, we just want to keep you alive. And lastly, if there’s anything you need to take with you then do it. You won’t be going back for a long time.”

“How long is a long time?” She asks nervously.

“Whenever we feel you’re not at risk of death anymore.”

“Oh.” She ponders a moment thinking of the rules laid out for her.

She was fine with everything else, but the idea of not being able to go home for who knows how long is hard to fathom. How could she just disappear with no one knowing? What if she’s reported missing? It’s already been a few days, what if she’s already been reported missing? But right now what other option does she have? She’s dying to look for more answers.

“Ok,” she nods. “That’s fine.”

“Are you sure?” He asks giving her one last chance to back out.

“Yes, I’m sure.”

Jungkook looks less than pleased about her going with them. He wanted to protest further, but the second Jimin agreed to the idea and offered to stay by Luna’s side the entire time, Jungkook had to jump in and make sure it was clear that he’s the one that was tasked with keeping an eye on Luna.

They all devise their plan and assign everyone their roles and responsibilities. They’ll take Luna to her parents house first where Jin, Jungkook, and Yoongi will accompany her inside while the rest of the guys stand watch around the outside of the house. When Luna is done there Jungkook will take her back to the kingdom while the rest of the guys continue on their mission.

Once everyone is prepared they make their way to the portal and transport to the human world. When they arrive they waste no time getting started. It’s evening so the night sky provides the perfect conditions for them to move around comfortably. They start by following Luna and Jungkook to her parents house.

Luna is overcome with emotion as she walks up to the front door with a backpack in tow which she plans to fill with whatever she can. She knows there’s a very good chance that no one has been by since that tragic night, which means she’ll have to face that scene again. Jungkook notices her hesitation and offers to go in first and let her know the condition the place is in.

When he steps inside it’s just as they feared, nothing had changed. The bodies of her parents lay in the same spot as they were when he carried Luna out of there. It’s a hard sight to take in and he’s not sure she can handle it. He steps back outside and looks at her with a worried face.

“I don’t think this is a good idea,” he says softly. “I know you said you could handle it, but I don’t know if you truly can.”

“Watch me,” she says knowing he’s probably right, but she’s not turning back now.

She tries walking past him but he stops her with a soft hand on her waist. He looks in her eyes knowing full well how much going in there will hurt her.

“I’m trying to tell you-“

“And I’m telling you,” she says not letting him finish. “If this is the only time you’ll bring me here then I can handle it. I have to.”

Reluctantly he steps aside letting her step into the house. She slowly enters and is instantly hit with the smell of death and decay. The moment she looks across the room to see her mom still pinned to the wall, she’s hit with the strong wave of emotion. She chokes back a sob and continues on with Jungkook, Jin, and Yoongi right behind her.

She doesn’t even know where to begin, but she can’t stay in the living room. She makes her way down the hall and enters her parents’ room. She starts her search in the closet where she knows they kept a lot of things from medical records to the deed to the house.

While sifting through clothes and shoes she finds a box labeled “Luna” on the shelf. She opens it hoping it has some answers about her birth parents and her life in general. There’s a number of pictures in the box, some she’s seen but many she hasn’t. As she’s looking she realizes these aren’t things related to her, but to her birth mom. Even a death certificate listing her cause of death as “unknown”, if only anyone had really known.

There’s a baby book where her birth parents were preparing for Luna’s arrival. The book was meant to be filled with pregnancy updates, then baby milestones going as far as her first birthday. As Luna flips through the book she notices a gap in entries. The section for her birth mother’s third trimester is only half filled out, there’s no other entry until 7 months after Luna was born. She can tell the difference in handwriting and the first comment on the page at 7 months is one that doesn’t necessarily mention a baby milestone, but perhaps for them a big milestone nonetheless.

7 mos - We finally found a permanent home to live. Luna will be able to grow up in a safe place.

From there all of the entries seem normal. For now she closes the book and puts it in her backpack. She carries on looking through the box putting photo after photo in her backpack. Then she finds another book in the box, this time a diary. She opens it to see it’s her birth mom’s diary starting as far back as 2 years before Luna was born. She wants to take time to look through it more but she knows she’s limited so she stuffs it in her backpack to look through later.

After searching her parents room she moves on to her room. The room she grew up in that holds many childhood memories. When she moved out on her own she took a lot of things with her, but they kept the room neat and ready in case she needed to stay the night there. She never thought of why they made it seem like she would need to stay there someday as if for refuge, but now it seems to make sense.

There isn’t much to find in her room since she already knows everything in there. Nothing hidden in her closet or under her bed. Just memories that she replays in her mind as she sits on her bed in a trance.

“What’s this?” Jungkook asks picking up a trophy on her shelf. “You played sports?”

“Why do you sound surprised?” Luna asks playfully offended. “I was one of the best softball players on my team.”

“Really?” He asks inspecting the trophy closer. “Is that why this is for 3rd place?”

“Are you trying to be funny?”

“I’m just asking,” he giggles.

“Get your paws off of my trophy,” she says snatching it from him and putting it back on the shelf.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to upset the best third place softball player,” he laughs.

“Can you switch with someone outside? Where’s Jimin?”

“No,” he says quickly. “You’re stuck with me.”

“Time is ticking!” Yoongi yells from the living room. “Stop bickering and come on if you’re done.”

“Did you need to look at anything else?” Jin asks walking into the room.

“Well,” Luna sighs. “I guess I won’t really have time to look over everything, but for now I think I have what I need.”

She doesn’t, actually, but right now she can’t bring herself to search through the living room. Not with her parents bodies still there.

Suddenly Luna can feel a wave of goosebumps. The feeling she gets when someone is going through the portal in her. A feeling that scares her tremendously knowing that this could bring her that much closer to death. That also means this could turn into a battle with all seven of the guys surrounding the entire property.

“Kookie,” she says without thinking.

“What?” He asks almost completely paralyzed at her calling him Kookie. Yes that’s what she introduced him as to her parents while he was in bunny form, but she’s never addressed him as that.

“I can feel…” she trails off and suddenly a vampire appears in her room.

“Guys!” Jin yells getting in fighting position.

Yoongi comes running from the living room with the rest of the guys quickly following after. The vampire looks around confused, he clearly had no idea he would wind up there.

“Who are you?” Jungkook asks pointing his gun at the intruder.

“Where am I?” The guy asks starting to notice the 8 people surrounding him.

“Tell me who you are before I put a bullet in your head,” Jungkook threatens.

“Wow.” The guy looks around then notices Luna. “So you’re the one?”

“She’s nothing to you if you don’t tell me who you are!” Jungkook demands again.

“Who I am isn’t important. It’s her that I need.” He tries taking a step towards Luna but she’s pushed back by Jungkook.

“You’re surrounded. I’ll give you one more chance to tell me who you are and what you’re doing here.”

“Look, I just got a little lost, that’s all. My way home was cut off so I’ve been searching for days for another way and I finally found it.”

“Where did you come from?”

“I think you already know where I came from,” he smirks. “Now if you don’t mind, I need to take her with me.”

“Are you stupid?” Jungkook scoffs. “You’re not going anywhere.”

“You look scared, sweetie,” the guy says taking a step towards Luna.

Luna is frozen in fear. Even with 7 other guys at the ready, all she can see is the evil emitting from this vampire’s soul and she’s terrified. Not only is she afraid, but she’s angry. The sight of this evil creature burns her within knowing that the very organization he works with is responsible for the death of her parents who lay lifeless in the living room.

“I won’t hurt you,” the guy smirks. “I just want to talk to you, babe.”

“Don’t call me babe!” Luna shouts feeling her heart rate increase tremendously.

“Look, I don’t have a lot of time. Tell your friends to stand down and I won’t have to shank you like your mom in there.”

“NO!” Luna shouts sending the vampire flying backwards into the wall.

Jungkook is used to this, but the rest of the guys are a little startled by the power that just came from her. Luna is overflowing with strong emotions and the mention of her mom only pissed her off more.

“That was cute,” the guy says barely phased by being tossed backwards. He begins walking towards her again but Namjoon binds his arms and legs with lightning.

“You have two options,” Namjoon says. “Come with us, or die. Your choice.”

“How about you just let me go, I take this precious sunflower, and we won’t have to see each other again,” the guy says unbothered by the lightning holding him in place.

“I said NO!” Luna yells. “My entire life was taken away from me before I ever even had a chance. I lost my parents because of you mother fuckers. I lost my adopted parents because of you. And now I could fucking die because of you! Fuck you!” Her rage sends another wave of force towards the guy, but it does little with Namjoon’s lightning holding him firmly in place. The rest of the guys are moving in closer ready to bombard him the moment he tries to do something.

“Still cute,” he says. “But I’m done playing.”

He manages to break free of Namjoon’s lightning, making him stumble backwards a bit. The rest of the guys quickly move to take the evil vampire down, but before they can get to him Luna lets out a loud shrill cry sending everyone around her backwards.

Jungkook quickly realizes that each wave coming from her is getting much stronger. While he’s a bit impressed, he also knows that things could turn bad very quickly because she still doesn’t know how to control her power. If she keeps it up she could level the entire house without even realizing what she’s doing.

“Get back!” Jungkook shouts at Luna.

“No!” She shouts back sending another wave towards the menacing vampire who continues to inch towards her. “He needs to pay!” She forces him back again. “Pay for what he’s done!” He’s hit with another powerful force that now has him against the wall. “Pay for what his organization has done to me and my entire family!”

“Lu-“

“FUCK OFF!” She hits the Saakhan vampire with the most powerful wave hitting him right in the chest and killing him instantly.

Just as his body hits the ground and begins to fade to ash, Luna feels her entire body go limp and her world go black. She suddenly finds herself suspended in nothingness.

“LUNA!” Jungkook shouts as they all crowd around her.

“Take her back now!” Jin yells.

Jungkook grabs Luna’s limp body and rushes out of the house as fast as he can. He doesn’t care who may see him, he runs as fast as he can back to the portal and quickly transports back to Korealis. He jumps roof to roof until he’s back home where he lays her down on the bed.

“Please wake up,” he says inspecting her head to toe. “Please!”

Her heart is beating and she’s breathing, but she’s not moving or responding at all. Jungkook has no idea what happened. He can only think that maybe she used more power than she could handle and exhausted herself. But why isn’t she waking up?

Luna’s world is dark and silent. She can’t feel a thing but somehow she’s still maintaining a level of consciousness. She can feel her thoughts, but it’s as if that’s all there is. Just her and her thoughts.

“Dammit!” Jungkook shouts shaking her more to no avail.

He grabs a bottle of blood from his stash near the couch and runs back to her side. It’s the only thing he can think of that can give her strength, he just hopes the human side of her doesn’t try to reject it.

“You’re about to hate me,” he says opening the bottle. “More than you already do I guess.”

He gently lifts her head a bit and opens her mouth just enough to pour a small bit of blood in. He waits a short moment then pours more into her mouth.

“Please swallow it,” he whispers.

The blood trickles down her throat. She’s not swallowing, but it’s at least going into her system. He hopes that’s good enough for now. He pours a bit more in her mouth then decides to wait to see if she wakes up. She hasn’t moved or made a single sound since she collapsed. Whatever state she’s in he can tell she’s not comfortable judging by the way her face has been stuck in an expression of discomfort.

“Please wake up,” he repeats again while softly stroking her cheek. “If you can hear me, please wake up.”

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