#ft oneshot

[raijin-tribe]

Some of my favorite Raijinshuu panels from the latest Fairy Tail oneshot ~ drawn by Hiro Mashima himself!! Takes place right before the final chapter of Fairy Tail.

[katsukistofu]

claire de lune

contents ౨ৎ ��� k. bakugo x fem reader. 1.8k words — domestic fluff. slightly suggestive. ⭑ there’s nothing you and katsuki wouldn’t do for your baby girl, and that includes giving her the moon.

“Mommy! Mommy!”

“Yes angel?”

“I want that thing down!” Your daughter points above you with her tiny finger. The faint chirping of crickets can be heard in the distance, and tall, silken blades of grass tickle the both of your cheeks as you gaze upward at the vast periwinkle sky. 

A sweet smile spreads across your lips. “You want me to get the moon down?” 

“Yeah!” 

“Aw sweetheart, I’d get it for you but mommy can’t reach that high. Daddy probably can though.”

She pouts at this, and turns away from you to poke her dad who is on the brink of falling asleep again on the other side of her. 

“Dada!”

Katsuki’s eyes flutter open and he groggily faces her, head resting on his folded arms behind him. You bite back a laugh at the crumbs still decorating his cheeks. Sumi was trying to balance Cheeto puffs on his nose earlier before his nap. “What ‘sup bubba?”

She points at the moon again. “Get it down.”

“That?” Your husband covers his mouth to yawn, glancing up at the darkening sky. Sumi nods excitedly. “M’kay. Was thinking about it when you and mommy started lookin’ anyway.” He says it so casually, like getting the moon for her was a feat as simple as buying a carton of strawberries at the store.

“Yay!” Sumi cheers, and he chuckles when she struggles to slip her hand under his arm on the ground to hug it. Katsuki rolls over and she giggles, now sandwiched between the both of you as you hug her.

“Sumi, how about you wait inside while Daddy gets it for you?” You suggest. It was starting to get late. 

“Nooo,” Sumi whines. “Wanna stay here and watch.”

“You can have the last cookie in the kitchen’s jar.”

Sumi’s eyes brighten. “The bear one that looks like dada!”

“That’s right, sweetheart. The one with his grump grump face.”

“Who’re you calling a grump grump.” Katsuki scowls, secretly reaching over Sumi to give an affectionate pinch to the softness of your hip and you squeal. 

“Sumi, Daddy’s being mean to mommy!”

Sumi’s face matches Katsuki’s expression from before. “Stop that dada!” 

Katsuki slyly grins and withdraws his hand, masking his face into an expression that is the definition of innocence. With amusement, you note the little huff of pride he makes seeing Sumi’s tiny scowl, perfectly identical to his. “Mommy started it.” 

She blows a raspberry at him and wriggles out of his grasp, then gives the both of you pats on the head like you’re misbehaving puppies and finally runs off back into the house. 

“You two play nice!” Sumi waggles her finger with as much sternness as a three year old can muster before promptly shutting the door in your faces.

Katsuki meets your eyes with his and the both of you laugh on the grass, breathlessly clutching each other. 

“I wonder who she takes after more,” you muse between giggles. 

“Definitely you.” Katsuki rolls his eyes, bringing you closer to him with his arms snug around your waist.

“Whaaat? No way, I was totally going to say you.” You grin cheekily, eyes going almost comically wide when he kisses you hard on the mouth in response.

“Shut up.” 

“Kiss me again and I will,” you murmur dazedly and he chuckles, muttering something under his breath about you being insatiable despite leaning in to give you another one.

With how close he is, everything is soft eyelashes, the dull thudding of his heart beat synchronizing with yours as his firm chest presses against you, and the warmth radiating from his smooth skin, slowly seeping into your body.

Each movement of your lips brushes his mouth more and more against yours and even after almost a decade of being together, the feeling still makes your brain go fuzzy. All your thoughts melt away. It’s just you and him.

“Kats,” you breathe in warning. His fingers have somehow found their way under your sundress and they’re mindlessly tracing nonsensical shapes into the small of your back, his other arm still tightly wrapping you in his warm embrace. “I really, really need to go iron your suit for tomorrow. Plus, aren’t you supposed to be catching the moon right now, mister?”

“Just ten more minutes,” Katsuki murmurs against your collarbone and you shiver. His voice is still husky with sleep. “And I already caught the thing.”

“Really? Proof or you’re lying.” You raise a brow skeptically, and you should’ve known better than to doubt him when he actually reaches behind him, the wedding ring that he never takes off even to wear his hero costume glinting in the moonlight, to lift up a neatly wrapped up box with a little baby pink ribbon on it. 

Your mouth drops open in surprise. “Where the hell did you get that?”

Katsuki grins proudly. “Found it after patrol last week with Eijiro.”

“It being…?”

“The moon.” He sets the box down in front of you. “It’s a night light, ‘cause I know Mimi’s scared of the dark.” 

“Aww Katsuki,” you coo, reaching out to caress his cheek. “That’s so cute.”

He blushes at the pure look of adoration in your eyes, and you can’t help but smile when he hides his face in your hair. “S’nothin’. Just getting the best for our little girl.”

Your husband grumbles when you let out that perfect, angelic giggle of yours and rest your hand on his head in response. He was so adorable. 

The way he’s acting is so similar to how you did at the beginning of your relationship all those years ago in high school, but it seems that as the both of you got older the tables turned and he was the clingier one now, much to the amusement of your classmates and the press when they managed to get ahold of you.

Katsuki lets out a low, content hum as you run your fingers through his soft hair. The both of you lay there, basking in each other’s touch and comfortable silence.

“Couldn’t keep my eyes off of you when you were sunbathing on the beach this morning.”

Your cheeks are warm. “Really?”

“Uh-huh.” Katsuki smirks at your expression. “Sumi kept smacking me with her damn shovel when we were making sand castles. Stop staring at mommy, it's rude!” He says, mimicking your daughter’s scolding tone.

You laugh at his Sumi impression. “My girl was trying to teach you some manners!”

“Damn straight.” He grins against your neck, and your cheeks grow hot at the way his teeth lightly graze over your skin. “That’s why I said she’s more like you, mommy.”

Your stomach flips against your will and your cheeks burn as you smack his well-muscled chest. “Don’t call me that!”

“Hah? Am I hearing my wife being embarrassed right now, after everything we’ve done? After what we made together?” Katsuki teases. “When you’re talking to Sumi you call me dadd—“

“What’s taking you so long!” Speaking of the little devil, Sumi’s impatient voice floats down to the garden through the open window of her room upstairs. “I want my moon and bedtime story now!”

“We’re on our way, Sumi!” You call up. Katsuki reluctantly lets you pull away from his arms, and the both of you stand up to dust yourselves off. He groans as he cracks his back next to you.

“Don’t think we’re nursing home age just yet,” you say jokingly. Katsuki snorts and pinches your cheek for the jibe. 

“You’re lucky I’m still gonna think you’re cute when you’re in grandma diapers.”

“Wha—Hey!” You trail after him into the house. Damn his fast pace and his longer legs. He’s already up the stairs, the present box in his hand.

You reach the top of the stairs and head for the familiar light pink interior of Sumi’s room but stop in the doorway to coo at the sight before you. 

“Hey, squirt. Got the moon for you, just like I said I would.” Katsuki’s voice is gentle as he kneels on the floor to meet her sparkling eyes, and gently shakes the box in his hands before holding it out to her.

“Whoaaa!” Sumi eagerly takes it. “Thank you dada!” 

She raises her head and spots you leaning against the frame of her door. “Mommy look!”

“I’m looking, Mimi.”

“You and dada watch me open it.” 

“Okay, go ahead we’re watching.” Katsuki and you smile softly as she unwraps the present with care and she gasps, tiny hands taking the globe-shaped, moon night light out. It was decorated with realistic looking craters, and even came with a wooden stand to put it on.

“So cute.” Her eyes are as wide as dinner plates. “So pretty.” Then she tilts her head in the direction of her open curtains.

“Why’s she still up there though?” Sumi asks curiously, and Katsuki chuckles. Of course his kid is way too smart to be tricked by something like a night light. 

“Well we can’t actually take the moon away, sweetie. She has her stars to take care of.”

“Oh.” Sumi frowns, deep in thought, then perks up. “Mr. Sun would miss her too!”

“Mhm, that’s right.” You ruffle her hair playfully and she squeals. “That’d be like someone taking me away from you and daddy.”

“No!” Sumi pouts. “Don’t like that. Wanna stay with you and dada forever.”

“And you will, Sumi.” Katsuki pats her little head with his much larger hand in reassurance. “Mommy and I are gonna to be with you forever. Right mommy?”

You sigh, realizing he’s got you trapped. “That’s right… daddy,” you grit out, ignoring the victorious grin that causes his unfairly attractive dimple to appear on his cheek and you head straight for Sumi’s spot on the bed, taking a seat next to her. She leans against your arm, and you press a loving kiss to the top of her head. 

Sumi holds the night light out to Katsuki, who gently sets it down on her nightstand and plugs it in. It casts a soft, white glow, just like real moonlight on his face, and Sumi and you ooh and awe at it in appreciation.

“Can I have my bedtime story now?” Sumi pipes up.

“Sure, think it’s mommy’s turn to read.” Katsuki joins the both of you in bed, sliding an arm behind you. “What book were you thinking of tonight?”

“Le Peewee Prince!”

You giggle. “Le Petit Prince?”

“Yeah, that one!”

“Okay then. Come here and lay down, sweetheart.” You take the bookmark out from where you left off last time, the moon night light beside you illuminating the pages as you begin to read.

“Goodbye, said the fox.” You recite in a quiet, dulcet voice. Katsuki’s arm around your waist hugs you and Sumi closer, who snuggles up between you both, blanket tucked snug under her chin. Your chest warms at the sight, and you continue. “And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye…”

[starlightingsss]

thundercloud (oneshot / drabble for laxus?!)

the way i lit cant keep up w my own series n drop it after one part..

ANYWAYSSD LAXUS SO FINE 😻😻😻

anyways so like stuff fr right!

sensitive reader x laxus BEFORE the battle of fairy tail but he has a soft spot for her

pls u guys its only like 350 words BUT I COULD WRITE MORE JS COMMENT FR 🙏🙏

"you don't like it?" she mumbled, her wide eyes filling with tears.

"gorgeous, that's not what-" laxus snapped, a little shocked at how quickly tears filled her eyes.

"i-i b-bought it because of you and i thought of you and i thought it was cute.." she sniffled, as she wiped her tears and hugged the thundercloud stuffed animal to her chest, the gift she had gotten laxus out of the blue. "and you've been in such a bad mood lately and-"

"yea?" he mumbled, staring at her, unsure of what to do. if it was anyone else, he wouldve belittled them - but it wasn't just anyone, it was her. and no matter how annoying she got at times or how sensitive she was, she was still always there for him, unflinching during his fits of rage, willing to take the lightning he sent at her in order to make him calm down. she wasn't necessarily strong but she was kind and she was sweet and she was loyal, and even if he didn't want to admit it - he loved her more than he could ever acknowledge, even if they were just 'friends'. "come here."

he gestured for her to come over, before instructing her to hand him the plushie and sit with him, letting her cuddle up to his chest, as he had his left arm around her and his right holding the plushie and examining it.

he scowled, before telling her that she was right, and the plushie was cute.

she smiled as they both adjusted their positioning, so that he was laying with his head propped on the arm of the sofa and she was laying on him, resting her head on his chest.

she soon fell asleep, with his hand resting on her back and her face in his chest. her soft snoring could be heard as laxus drifted into his own thoughts, content with his current position.

[xanvasofxords]

“If anything, you’re the biggest pervert here!”

“Me?!” Natsu snaps, smashing his forehead against Gray’s. “How am I a pervert when you’re the one getting naked all the damn time?!” The ice mage tackles him backwards with double force. The temperature around them simultaneously rising and falling because of the polar opposite magics clashing together.

Lucy assumes it’ll take her thousand years more to get used to them. Just when she thinks ignoring them is the ultimate solution, not even a feet away, a chair crashes into the floor so loudly that she drops her book with a yelp. A vein pops on her head.

“Cut it you two!”

The blonde complains, picking the book up and closing it to glare at them. There’s absolutely no way she can finish the novel like this. She hasn’t had the chance to read it in peace at home- thanks to Natsu and Happy messing around with her all morning. And now the two of them are trying to kill her!

Unfortunately, the boys don’t even spare a look at her as they continue with their fight.

“Oh yeah? Better than looking up a girl’s skirt,” Gray shouts while giving sideways glance to Lucy. “Or shoving a hand down her cleavage!” Both Natsu and Lucy turn their heads at the remark and for the first time in his life, the pinkette doesn’t seem to have any proper response to the raven haired mage’s insult.

Gray takes it as a sign of his victory and takes off his underwear with a shrug, standing completely naked. But nobody complains because the other two people are too embarassed to speak. There’s a long pause before Lucy clears her throat. Gray smirks at the pair.

[dipperdc]

Nature stroll

Malleus x Reader

Synopsis: just Malleus and you going for a walk through the forest, with interesting conversation choices.

"Are you sure it's safe for you to be doing that?" malleus asks, more in a curious tone than a worried one.

Not bothering to turn your head you say "Nope, but nothing happened to me yet!". Though you didn't look his way you can still feel his eyes on you, you wonder if he knows just how intense his gaze is.

"And why do you choose to walk in the water?" he glances at your shoes that you're currently holding in your hand.

You and malleus decided to go on a walk through the forest when you saw a stream of water. you decided to take your shoes off and walk beside him while in the water.

"cuz why not?" you smiled up at him. He looked at you with a soft smile, amused but curious. You continue your walk, after a short while you both were just walking a comfortable silence.

You guess he really can't tell how intense his stare is. you can still feel him watching as you kick your feet around the water. " y'know I would say it's rude to stare, but I know I'm just so beautiful you can't help it". you said sarcastically as you shot him a playful look. you turned to face him with a smirk and a mischievous look plastered on your face. He stops walking and bends over towards you. his hand rests on your cheek and tilts your head up a bit so his face hovers a bit over yours.

"Thank you for your permission to continue my staring, you truly are the most enchanting human I have ever seen". he pulls away from you and continues walking, leaving you slightly stunned for a moment before you awkwardly jog to keep up with him.

" Hey! that's not fair!" you yell out in response to him, still trying to catch up to him.

He chuckles and gives me a little shrug. " I'm the only human you've ever seen!"

"Oh? Is silver a joke to you?" He side eyes you with a smirk plastered on his face. Still keeping his princely charm.

"True, but you still lied, Silver is beautiful!"You catch up to him, now walking side by side. You cross your arms and glare at him. "Silver looks more like a princess than me"

"Yes I suppose so, you're a close second though" Malleus confirms, tapping his fingers to his lips. As if he were genuinely pondering your statement. Leaving you glaring at him, both confused and done with his shit.

[scrollonso]

Secret Wife — Strollini

Lance walked into the post-race press area, his face still flushed and his pulse still racing from the adrenaline of a hard-fought race. It had been a challenging one — full of tense moments, quick maneuvers, and a final sprint to the finish that left him exhausted yet exhilarated. As he stepped into the spotlight, he felt the weight of both his victory and the gaze of the assembled media.

But today, there was something different adding to the warmth on his face. In his arms, nestled comfortably, was his two-year-old daughter, Delilah. With a tender smile, he adjusted her tiny form against his chest. She clung to him with all the natural trust of a child, her tiny fingers gripping the fabric of his race suit as if it were a lifeline. Lance’s heart softened as he glanced down at her. Her wispy curls, so much like her uncle's — despite Delilah not being biologically related to any of them — were tucked behind her ear, but her face was partially hidden, pressed against his shoulder as she shied away from the bright lights and intense gaze of the cameras.

The sight of Delilah like this — close to him, unguarded and innocent in her reaction to this overwhelming world — was a rare treat for Lance. His life in racing was so fast-paced, so full of high stakes and tight schedules, that he seldom got to bring his family into this side of his life. He savored every second of it now, the feel of her soft, tiny hand on his shoulder, her hesitant breaths against his neck. It was one of those simple, perfect moments where the roles of racer and father blended into one, and he felt a kind of pride he couldn’t express in words.

As he approached the interviewer, who was waiting with a smile, Lance took a steadying breath and kept Delilah balanced securely in his arms. She shifted slightly, peeking out at the crowd with wide eyes before quickly hiding again, making Lance chuckle softly. Her reaction was priceless, and he couldn’t help but grin a bit wider.

The interviewer started, launching into the usual questions. They covered race strategies, the car’s performance, and his team’s dedication — standard questions that Lance answered with practiced ease. He talked about the long hours of preparation, the challenge of the track, and how proud he was of his crew. Delilah squirmed a little in his arms as the questions droned on, but Lance held her close, gently patting her back as he spoke.

Then, near the end, the interviewer’s expression softened, and he leaned forward with a warm smile, clearly ready to shift gears. He gestured at Delilah, his voice taking on a more personal tone as he asked, “And I have to ask, how does it feel to have such an adorable little fan here with you today? I’m sure your wife must be incredibly proud, seeing you out there with your little one!”

The words hung in the air, and Lance’s smile froze just a little. The question had been innocent enough, a friendly assumption that reflected a common misconception. In the eyes of the public, “wife” would have been a safe guess. But Lance knew the truth — and the truth was that it wasn’t a wife who waited for him after races, who laughed with him through long evenings, or who had given him the beautiful little girl currently in his arms. It was Luca, his husband, who knew him better than anyone and who shared in every high and low of his journey.

For a split second, Lance felt the urge to correct the interviewer, to tell him that it was his husband who was waiting for him today. But he kept his face relaxed, managing a warm chuckle to smooth over the moment. He replied with practiced ease, “Yeah, Delilah and… all of us are really happy after today.” He gave the interviewer a meaningful nod and a small, almost private smile.

It was a vague answer, careful but sincere, and it was enough. The interviewer nodded, seeming satisfied, and moved on to his closing remarks, wrapping up the interview without another question on the topic. Lance felt a wave of relief as he stepped back, holding Delilah a bit closer.

Once the interview wrapped up, Lance took a deep breath, the whirlwind of questions and flashing cameras finally fading away. He shifted Delilah’s weight slightly on his hip, feeling her settle back against him, her little arms clinging tightly to his shoulder. Her energy had relaxed, soothed by his familiar presence, and he couldn’t help but smile as he gently kissed the top of her head. Now came the best part of his post-race routine: retreating to the privacy of his driver’s room, where Luca would be waiting.

Navigating through the maze of hallways, Lance finally reached the door and stepped inside, feeling the tension from the day drain as he crossed the threshold. Luca was there, sprawled comfortably on the couch with one arm slung across the backrest, his lips curling into a knowing grin as he watched Lance come in.

“There’s my superstar,” Luca teased, patting the seat beside him. “And my little sidekick, of course,” he added, winking at Delilah.

Lance chuckled and set Delilah down. She wasted no time toddling over to Luca, her tiny steps wobbly but determined as she made a beeline for her dad. She reached up, demanding a lift, and Luca happily obliged, scooping her up into his lap as she giggled and tugged at his shirt.

"I caught that little interview just now," Luca said, unable to hold back his laughter as he wrapped an arm around Delilah. “So… your wife is really proud of you, huh?”

Lance let out a long-suffering sigh, though the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth betrayed his amusement. “Don’t start,” he said, shaking his head as he collapsed onto the couch beside them. “What am I supposed to say, though? You know how they all assume…” He trailed off, spreading his hands in resignation.

Luca raised an eyebrow, his grin growing wider as he leaned closer. “Ah, I think someone needs a little media training,” he said with mock seriousness, tapping his chin thoughtfully. “If we’re going to keep fooling the world, we might as well do it right.” Neither of them were quite sure why they kept eachother a secret, some fans had caught on but they didn't feel as though they owed them anything besides a good performance on track.

Lance folded his arms, his lips twitching in mock annoyance. “Alright, go ahead,” he challenged, unable to hide the hint of intrigue in his eyes. “What do you want me to say when they ask me about my nonexistent wife?”

Luca’s eyes sparkled with mischief as he leaned in, wrapping an arm around Lance’s shoulders and pulling him closer. “Alright, first rule: keep it simple. When they ask if your family’s proud, you just smile and say, ‘Yes, my family is so supportive.’ That way, they get what they want to hear, and you don’t have to lie.” He raised an eyebrow, giving Lance a playful wink. “But if they get nosy and start poking around… just flash that mysterious smile of yours and say, ‘That’s for me to know.’”

Lance let out a laugh, shaking his head in amazement. “You’re actually really good at this.”

“Of course I am,” Luca replied, crossing his arms with a smug look. “I’ve been playing this game with you for years. You could say I’m an expert.”

Delilah, who had been happily babbling to herself on Luca’s lap, suddenly clambered up to reach for Lance, her little hands outstretched as she called, “Papa!” She settled herself between the two of them, her small fingers wrapping around their arms as she looked back and forth between them, blissfully unaware of the conversation.

Luca’s expression softened as he looked down at her, his gaze filled with warmth. “Besides,” he murmured, brushing a stray curl from her face, “she’ll start answering those questions for you soon enough.” He leaned down, giving her a gentle kiss on the forehead. “What do you think, principessa?” he asked her in a soft voice. "Dirai a tutti dei tuoi due papà?

Delilah just giggled, clapping her hands together as if she understood perfectly — their girl was smart so it wouldn't be too far fetched to assume she did — and both dads couldn’t help but chuckle. Lance looked over at Luca, feeling an overwhelming sense of gratitude and love. Even though he couldn’t share this part of his life with the world, he knew he was lucky to have these moments, to have his family close, even if it was a secret for now.

He leaned back, resting his head against Luca’s shoulder, his eyes half-closed in contentment. Luca gave his hand a gentle squeeze, and for a moment, they sat there in comfortable silence, the three of them tangled together in a quiet embrace.

“You did great today,” Luca murmured after a while, breaking the silence as he squeezed Lance’s hand once more. “And when the time comes, when you’re ready… we’ll know just what to say. Until then,” he added, giving Lance a sly smile, “you’ve got your media coach here.”

Lance chuckled, rolling his eyes but feeling his heart swell with affection. “Thanks, coach,” he replied, brushing a quick kiss against Luca’s cheek. “Guess I’ll be practicing those answers… with my very proud husband.”

[loppy-darii]

storytime with Cedric

[shmothman]

heart-tell

Pairing: Ginko/Reader Rating: Explicit (18+ only) Words: 9624 Read on AO3

Summary: In the end, it’s—as it so often is—curiosity that kills the cat. The rumors were just too intriguing to resist: a village where, for years, too many women have been having babies every winter, where the population boom is unprecedented and the town is beginning to crumble under the weight of too many children. A passing merchant had shared the gossip, and Ginko had gotten that look he gets—a worried set to his mouth and brow; a slight glimmer of interest in his bright green eye.

[girlkissergideon]

(too many games oneshot) torbek climbing onto chuckles because he's tired. im normal !!

[thats-a-lot-of-cortisol]

This big boy took almost 14 hours (!!) which I think is about the longest I've spent on an art piece

[abandonthefort]

Kalasin and Sarai in Carthak

Sarai flees to Carthak because she wants to live and have a chance at happiness. Kalasin is sent to Carthak for her father's peace treaty, but she's determined to make the best of it. It turns out when you have two older sisters to ruling monarchs of their respective countries, they find out they have a lot in common.

[theladyofdeath]

Valentines prompt?

Feysands first Valentine’s Day after having nyx?

A/N: I love this prompt! Thank you for sending it in and I hope you enjoy. x

Warnings: none, pure fluff

prompt requests

"Nyx is fine."

"But what if he's not?"

"Then they would've called."

"They haven't called."

"Exactly." Rhysand was trying his best to be patient, but Feyre knew that he was getting annoyed. Being their first date night after having Nyx, Feyre was an absolute mess while Rhysand was the epitome of calm. "We're going out, we look hot, it's Valentine's Day, and we're going to enjoy ourselves, damn it."

With a dramatic sigh, Feyre settled deeper into the passenger seat as Rhysand drove around the parking garage, looking for an open spot. His hand snuck across the center console and took her hand, easing her anxiety, just a smidge.

Yet, when he parked and cut the engine, Feyre didn't move. "I'd feel better if I just called."

Rhysand gave her a look but didn't argue as she took her phone out of her clutch and found Nesta's number.

She didn't answer.

Then she called Cassian.

Who also didn't answer.

When she was just on the verge of panic, her phone vibrated and she slid her finger across the screen as she brought it to her ear. "What the hell?!"

Nesta's calm voice came through the phone. "Aren't you supposed to be enjoying yourself?"

"I told you she wouldn't even last an hour." Cassian's voice came from somewhere in the distance.

Feyre scowled. "I just...wanted to make sure that he had everything he needed."

"You packed enough for him to last the entire weekend and then some." Nesta chuckled. "I know you're worried, and that's perfectly normal, but you know that he's perfectly taken care of. He just ate and fell asleep with Cass in the rocking chair. Yes, he gave us a good burp, and we're about to take him upstairs to change him and get him ready for bed." Feyre opened her mouth to cut in, but Nesta kept going. "If anything goes wrong, I'll call you right away, but it won't. This sweet baby loves his Auntie and Uncle's house."

Feyre knew that. It was the only reason that she even agreed to letting Nyx stay the night there while she and Rhys enjoyed their first date night since the baby had been born, three months before. She was glad Nyx was handling the separation okay, even if Feyre herself was going insane.

"Alright, well, I'll be there no later than nine tomorrow morning," Feyre said, while Rhysand impatiently clicked his tongue.

"I know, you've told me a million times," Nesta said, not unkindly. "Please try to have fun. We have everything under control."

"Okay, okay," Feyre said, throwing open her door, to Rhysand's delight. "Thank you."

After a round of I love you's and farewells, Feyre and Rhysand were walking out of the parking garage and onto the city streets. He took her hand and pulled her close, trying his best to bring her into reality.

"I know it's hard," he said, gently, "and I miss him too, but I'm excited to be here with you. I miss being alone with you."

Feyre missed that, too. It's weird going from a couple to a family of three. One day, all your focus is on each other and the next, every bit of your attention is on someone else, leaving no time to build each other up, to focus on one another's needs.

She stopped and faced him, nearly a block from their restaurant. As his brows furrowed in confusion, Feyre leaned up on her toes and kissed him, slowly. His hands snuck around her waist and he pulled her closer to him, sinking into their kiss. For just a moment, the rest of the world faded away and they were the only two that remained.

Feyre leaned back, just enough to see the mischief in her husband's eyes. "Let's go eat. Get full. A little drunk. Then take me home and maybe you'll get lucky."

A brow quirked. "Maybe?"

"I don't want to seem too forward," she teased.

Rhysand grinned. "Yes, because that would be awful."

With a laugh, feeling much more relaxed, Feyre kissed him again before dragging him down the street to make their reservation.

[justviwriting]

'Parting Gift'

Fandom: Fellow Travelers Characters: Tim Laughlin, Marcus Gaines Pairing: Hawk/Tim Rating: G Words: 1k Summary: Tim asks Marcus to deliver the paperweight to Hawk. A/N: I thought it might be fun to write the moment when Tim asks Marcus to deliver the package as well as diving a bit into Tim's intentions behind it. Hope you like it :)

[you can also read it on AO3]

Tim was sitting on the sofa in his apartment, twirling the small package in his hands.

He had spent the last couple days wondering whether he should return the paperweight to Hawk – or rather when he should return it to him. It belonged to Hawk, after all, so of course Tim would have to give it back to him at one point or another. Yet somehow, now felt too soon. Yet there were many things happening too soon. He did not have the privilege of time anymore.

He wanted for the paperweight to be delivered personally, as he did not want to risk it getting lost. A few days ago, Marcus had mentioned that he was going on a trip to D.C. and told Tim that he might pay a visit to Hawk as well in the process. Tim knew that Marcus did not plan on visiting Hawk, but that it had been a question directed at him – asking him whether he wanted for Marcus to talk to him. But Tim had not replied anything to that. He did not want to see Hawk nor talk to him in any way. After years, he had found some sort of peace, and he hoped that Hawk had done the same. There was no reason to disrupt that peace on either part – not anymore.

At the same time, Marcus visiting Washington presented the perfect opportunity to ensure that Hawk would receive his paperweight. And yet, Tim still felt uncertain.

Hawk had left that paperweight for him as a parting gift. Tim still remembered how surprised he had been when he had woken up, the paperweight lying next to him. A smile had appeared on his face then, believing it a sweet gesture. He should have known better. None of Hawk’s sweet gestures had ever come without an ulterior motive.

Tim should have returned the paperweight to Hawk then – but for some reason, he had kept it instead. It had helped him throughout seminary – a constant reminder that it was better for forget about Hawk. At the same time, perhaps the paperweight was the reason he had never been able to forget.

It had been there when he had returned from prison, and he had kept it with him as he had moved to San Francisco. In some ways, he believed that the paperweight had helped him find peace. It was both, a token of remembrance as well as a warning to never return to Hawk. It represented the person that Hawk was, but also the love that Tim held for him. He was glad that he had kept it.

There was a knock on the door, pulling Tim out of his musings. It was Marcus who entered. Tim had asked him over to hand him the package before he would leave tomorrow. He could not have walked the short distance to his and Frankie’s apartment, as his legs had pained him immensely those past days. Which was also why he remained on the sofa and did not stand up as Marcus entered.

“So, what’s been so urgent that it could not wait until after I return from my trip?” Marcus asked, sitting down on a chair next to the sofa. He had told him over the phone that he would leave tomorrow morning and had not yet finished packing. Of course, it had been Tim’s fault for taking so long to think it all through. But now that he had made the decision, he also needed to follow through with it.

“Are you still planning on paying Hawk a visit?” Tim asked.

“Why are you asking?”

Tim looked down on the package in his hands. There was still a slight feeling of hesitation, but he knew that now was the right time – or maybe, it was the only time.

“Would you mind giving this to him?” he asked, reaching out his arm to hand him the package.

Marcus looked at the package, not yet taking it. Instead, he eyed Tim curiously. “What’s in there?”

“Just some old paperweight that belonged to him,” Tim replied as casually as possible. “You know, I’m sorting out some stuff – making sure everything’s settled. And I want this to be returned to him.”

Marcus still hesitated while Tim continued reaching out the package to him. His arm began to shake and carefully, Marcus took the package from him, asking, “Why now?”

“Why not now?” Tim asked in return.

Marcus frowned slightly at that. Instead of answering his question, he said, “Have you heard from him at all?”

“No,” Tim replied plainly.

“So … this is not meant as a way to … maybe get his attention?”

Marcus gave him a knowing look, but Tim simply shook his head. “It’s only convenient. You’re already going over there, so you might as well take this with you,” he told him. “I doubt he wants to talk to me, and neither do I want him to. If he makes any suggestion like that, you can make it clear that I don’t want to hear from him.”

Marcus looked at him silently for a moment. Then, he nodded as he stood up, promising him to deliver the package and message.

After Marcus had left, Tim remained on the sofa, silently staring at the closed door for a moment. For almost three decades, the paperweight had been part of his life – almost as long as he had known Hawk. Some part of him already regretted letting go of it. But in the end, it did not belong to him.

Marcus was probably not wrong in his assumption that it was meant as a way to receive Hawk’s attention. Yet Tim also knew that he did not want Hawk’s attention. Maybe, he was simply curious. He did not know how Hawk might react – whether he would accept it silently or call or even come by for a visit. Neither did Tim know what he wanted him to do. In the end, it did not matter. He had no expectations.

[starlightingsss]

the story of us (laxus x reader)

angst no comfort oneshot for laxus dreyar bcs i 🫶 hurting my own feelings!!

wait but like to elaborate on the story! reader and laxus traveled tgth while he was exiled from the guild then they fell in love and did all the in love things u do!

as he rang the doorbell of the house - her house, he couldn't help but wonder what she had done with herself and her life since.

she definitely would look different - it had been 7 years, maybe she would act different? the house was pretty big, she was definitely well off. but other than that, he wasn't sure. he saw the tulips and rosebushes planted all around - her favorites, and he couldn't help but smile to himself.

he felt like a silly teenager in love looking to get his dare for a school dance or something, maybe he should have brought her flowers.

as the door opened, he was brought out of his thoughts.

and there she was, in the doorframe, 7 years older and just as perfect as she was the day he left for tenrou.

she froze. he was dead, he had to be dead. but he wasnt, he was standing in her doorway - exactly as he was when he took off.

he opened his mouth to speak but she didn't gear any sound, her heartbeat sped up.

her wide eyes brimmed with tears at the sight of the man, he was there. he was alive, he was well - but he was late. too late. 4 years too late.

it was horrible when she thought she lost him, but it was worse now that he was back. it seemed as if her world came crashing down at that moment, the choice she knew she would have to make daunting and horrifying.

she loved him, so deeply. but she had missed him for longer than she had loved him, she had comforted herself with fantasy scenarios regarding him more often than he had comforted her, she had dreamed about him longer than she had lived in reality - running from what she thought was the truth, that a giant oversized lizard wiped out the love of her life and everyone else he cared about.

she had moved on, the original pain that plagued her heart had calmed to an ache in the back of her mind, but now it was back.

the inevitable choice, her husband or the man she told herself she would love for eternity? the man she vowed herself to under the watchful eyes of god or the man she had spent nights stargazing with, while daring to dream about their futures. the man who had picked her up and fixed her after she was shattered into a million pieces or the man who held her so tightly while her whole world flipped upside down and she was forced into his arms? fate seemed to be playing a cruel game, never letting her fully rid herself of him, bringing them back together at this time.

she was snapped out of her thoughtd at laxus's warm hand against her cheek, concern etched onto his face.

"oi, y/n?" he mumbled, caring - like he always was with her.

her tears fell over his hand as she wrapped hers around his wrist, removing it from her face.

then he saw it. her wedding band. snugly fit around her pretty fingers, as her tears started to make sense.

the realization that he shouldn't have come dawned onto him, his unwanted prescence doing nothing but bringing back pain filled memories for her.

it felt like a stab to his heart, he didn't blame her. he wasn't even really mad, nothing seemed to compare to the sadness that blurred his vision and filled his eyes with tears. as they both cried, yearning for the youthful freedom they had before this mess. before he was gone, before she was married, before it all when they were just 2 kids in love. before, when they had the audacity to dream, to dream of a fairy tale life, a perfect life with one other.

laxus plastered a smile onto his face, before asking "how have you been, n/n?"

his words rung through her ears, repeating a million times, as she couldn't think of an answer. she couldn't help it as she sobbed, leaning backwards into the doorframe, away from him.

his hand raised again, wiping her tears as they fell.

when she finally seemed to get a hold of herself, they had a conversation.

it wasn't long, she wasn't sobbing but her tears were still flowing. the kind of conversation between ex lovers, the "could'ves", reminiscent of their past, sadness in their tones. their conversation fizzled out, as their time ran out.

"my husband.. gets home in 15 minutes." she told him, hesitant. the whole inreraction felt like a fever dream, the worst.

"it was good to talk," laxus said, curtly as he plastered another smile onto his face - the kind that was so desperately. "goodbye, n/n."

"you know i hate goodbyes.." she mumbled, before leaning in for a hug.

"because 'goodbyes' are forever, like you'll never see them again." laxus whispered into her ear, as they hugged. in that moment, it was perfect, their bodies molded to each other, a perfect that she didn't want to lose. he pulled away, smiling at her one last time - geniunely this time, not a smirk, not one of those fake smiles, but one founded by his love for her, one for the love they lost. and she returned it, an "i'll love you until the stars stop shining, and the earth stops spinning," kind of smile, so genuine and so pure.

but she knew, it didn't matter. as he made his way down her front lawn, she knew the moment he left her driveway it was over. the greatest love she could possibly experience would be gone, the love of her life a stranger once again.

as he was about to leave, he turned, smiling at her again. she returned it, standing in the doorway of a house they used to dream of owning together, ready to go back to serving her husband the moment laxus left, their "childlish" love dead and gone for eternity.

how deeply she wanted to run, to sprint across her lawn into his arms, to scream to the world that she loved him and that she was his - forever, and endlessly. how she wanted to fix it, to hold him until she fell asleep and to laugh with him until her sides ahced, the kind of love you find once in a lifetime, that she was about to let go. no matter how deeply she wanted to chase him, to run into his arms, she couldn't. because they weren't just kids anymore. they were adults with lives, she was married.

[chuusei-matsu]

"Good Boy~" Jyushimatsu x reader oneshot

Warniiiiiing: this one shot contains NSFW content! Please do not read any further if you're under age! Contents of this fic include:

- Mild pet play themes

- Praise kink

- Fem-Dom reader

- Obviously Jyushimatsu Matsuno

- Mild sadness

- some heavy fluff as well

- a Lil ooc jyushimatsu (mostly him being a little bit sad/sensitive)

This is your final warning to click off!

(context before I start, this is heavily based off this dream I've been having for weeks and also how I feel like he'd react to romance after Homura left, so enjoy my weird brain)

It had been 3 days since you had last seen Jyushimatsu, you two have been hooking up in secret for over a year now and it's been great, but you do want something of a little more substance with him. You realized this over the 3 days you weren't with him, sure your meetings with him usually devolved into excitable mind-bending sex, but there was just the certain aspect of having him keep you company through mundane tasks that you'd missed.

Either way, you can't focus on that right now because one of your friends set you up on a date and has threatened to cut all contact with you if you bail again. As you're getting ready for your date in one of your more disheveled states, you hear a knock on the door. Reluctantly you answer it, ignoring any embarrassment you might feel from someone seeing you in hair curlers and a face mask. There he stood, Jyushimatsu Matsuno, looking like he was just about to break down in tears before he saw you, without thinking, you ushered him in, now fully focused on trying to ease whatever pain he was in.

"Jyushimatsu.... What's wrong? Where have you been? Are you hurt?" you frantically check over the man, obviously not wanting him hurt, even if you were a little upset at him for randomly disappearing for with no contact. In a shaky voice, he spoke up "I really tried Y/N, I tried not to bother you so much, I didn't want to keep coming over" he whimpered out. This both confused and concerned you, why didn't he want to come over anymore? Did you hurt him? Before you could worry more, he spoke up again.

"You deserve someone who can give you everything you're worth, I can't do that!" he panicked admitting this, instinctively you pulled his chin up to meet his stupidly cute sniveling face and sigh. "Jyushi, what's gotten into you? Why are you suddenly so worried about what I deserve? You shouldn't worry about things like that, especially not to the point where it's stresses you out so much" you do your best to comfort him, realizing he might have been feeling really insecure. "I don't know what's going on in that brain of yours, but all those bad thoughts swimming around in there need to leave... I want you to know, if I didn't like what we have going on.... Whatever that may be, I wouldn't keep is going for as long as I have" you quell his concerns, rubbing the back of his head gently, practically making him putty in your hands.

"I'm sorry" he mumbles out, now leaning gently into your touch "i just was scared because... I wanted to ask you something, and then got in my head about everything between us.... I've never done that before" he admitted, now just wanting to be touched by you in any way. "Jyushi, you can ask me anything, I already told you that, remember when you asked me to try topping you.... Whether it's something serious or something silly, or something involving sex, I'm always gonna answer you"

After gathering himself, and shutting his eyes to avoid possible rejection, he suddenly blurts out "Do you think we could be more than just friends who have sex!", what he didn't expect to hear was a barrage of giggles leave your mouth. Not the type of laughing that's comes out when you're insulting someone, nor the type that comes out when you're amused, it was more of that shocked/stunned laughter that came out when you're taken aback. This whole time you were worried you harbored unrequited feelings for him, when he was in the same spectrum as you, he looked at you kind of shocked until he was comforted by the familiar warmth of your lips crashing into his for a good minute before pulling away.

His beautiful dumb grin returned, taking that kiss as a yes, without thinking, he scoops you up in his arms "I HIT A HOMERUN!!!" he cries as he attempts to carry you to your room, you stop him suddenly "Wait Jyushi! Uh I do have to tell you.... Not tonight, my friend set me up on a date, and they gave me this dumb ultimatum"

"that's dumb, you shouldn't be their friend if they do something dumb like that.... What's an ultimatum?" he asked with a goofy grin after stating that it was dumb despite not understanding. You giggle slightly and consider explaining it to him, but deciding it not important in the end. Quickly you check the time and realize you're already late so being a no show at this point would be expected. You shrug this off and glance at Jyushimatsu "well... I'm not going to just go through all of this shit and not try to look good for someone, alright, let's go" you gently pat his shoulder as the go-ahead and he hauls you both off to your room.

You make him wait there as you get yourself ready, deciding tonight that you'd be in charge of taking of your your good boy~

After reluctantly getting yourself dolled up, you step out of the bathroom and pose in front of him, letting him see all your curves and goodies in new lingerie you bought just for him. You could practically hear the boing! sound effect as you see the tent in his pants slowly rise to attention for you, "Awe~ My puppy is getting all worked up just from seeing me, he hasn't even touched me yet~, Those 3 days without me must've been torture I bet~". Seeing the perfect seat available for you, you sit right on his lap, grinding down to make sure he knew his place, you also held his hand in place as a mild punishment, if he thought he was going to just leave and not talk to you for 3 days, he was going to have to wait to touch you.

In response to your torture, all he could give out was a weak yet teasing "woof~" letting you know that he would play your games, but he wasn't going to always be obedient. You hold his hands still as you gently grind into his lap "you know, it wasn't fair of you to just leave me, good boys don't let their masters grow lonely, I think that means you need a little.... Correction~" you hissed out with a smirk as you got off his lap. Before continuing on with the torture, you get his hoodie off and tie up his hands, making sure he couldn't wiggle his way out of anything before laying him down on the bed. "remember, if I get too intense or smother you, kick your legs and I'll know to get off" you remind him, before happily taking a seat on his face.

Within seconds you became a babbling, moaning mess as Jyushimatsu hungrily attacked your snatch like it was his last meal. The perks of him having a big mouth benefitted you fell because you reaped the rewards after teaching him how to properly to down on someone. You swore you could feel him spelling his name with his tongue while you grinded on his face, under you, you could hear him moaning and panting and making all the disgustingly arousing noises that came with him greedily kissing and sucking at your cunt.

Normally you could last an hour just teasing him like this, but you spent 3 days without anyone touching you, not even yourself! Within five minutes, you were panting and squealing against his face before stiffening, almost locking your legs around him but remembering that he needed to breathe, you try your hardest not to absolutely choke him as your ride out your orgasm on his face. You weakly giggle as you flop over on your side, slightly spent but not done yet, you both take a minute to catch your breath before getting back up and untying his hands, after discarding whatever clothes you've had left, his hands and face dive straight towards your breasts, smothering himself in between them without asking you.

You squeak softly and gently yank his head away from your tits as he let out a soft whine "Puppy~ Did I say you could play with my chest yet~?" you ask, holding his head inches away for your boobs, he whined and cried from being removed from the warmth of your cleavage "nooooooo, but please~ pleeeeeeeeease~" he started begging, panting and whining like a dog in heat having a treat dangled right in front of him.

You snicker to yourself as you settle yourself on his lap and slowly lower your wetness onto his cock. Letting go of his hair, he smothers himself into your tits to cover up his moans as he practically screamed in pleasure from the feeling. It seemed like no matter how many times you guys have had sex, it felt just as amazing at the first time. Immediately you started to sing his praises, he was a good boy, your good boy and you had to let him know. "f-fuck~ Jyushi, you're such a good boy~, my good boy~ I love you so much~" you hadn't realized what you said until it was too late.

Hearing you say you loved him set something off on him, it was like all this pent up frustration and nervousness and love and sex exploded in him and he had to take it out on you somehow. Within a second you were now under him, being hammered into and you loved it, praising him for absolutely taking care of you like a bitch in heat. "f-fuck~! Keeeeeep going~ you're such a good boy~!!!" you kept squealing out phrases like this, crying for him to please keep going as if he would even want to stop, he didn't.

The sounds he made were a symphony of grunts and moans that blocked out any words his brain tried to form. Needless to say, it didn't take long before you had to slow him down. Because you were getting close, you slowed him down slightly, bringing you both to the rising peak of your orgasms, before slumping forward into his arms as he slowly slipped out. Thank whatever God or gods you believed in for birth control because this man did not pull out.

Laying there in the afterglow of your orgasm, you glance at his sleepy face that had his signature goofy grin plastered on it. "are you feeling better puppy~?" you ask as you gently spoke his head while cuddling him. He let out a happy whine softly as he snuggled into your neck "yeah.... Did you mean it when you said you loved me?" he asked, sleep lacing his words as his gaze met yours. You sigh, equally tired as him "yes... I did mean it, now do we wanna do bath first or nap first? I'm kind of gross right now from what we did but I'm also really tired so you can decide" you speak though yawns only to exhale hard when he picks you up cheerfully. "Bath time! Muscle Muscle, Hustle Hustle!" he cheered out.

The rest of the night was just self care, cuddles, and then you calling your "friend" to say that they weren't allowed to control your life and decide how you spend it or who you spend it with. Your good boy vehemently defended you and of course pampered you through the night.

Now.... How will his brothers react to him bringing you around?

[tobethefairybest]

@theguildawards organised a Secret Santa on Discord and I was @genavere 's Secret Santa! 🤶🏻 I wrote a NaLu fic as a gift 😊