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[k-kizkhalifa]

The Little Office With The Entrance In The Back

Summary: Harry and Draco are married and living in a small town in Muggle UK called Oldham, and Draco is bored of their Muggle life but, not because it is a Muggle life. He understands why they're living a Muggle life, but no because he is missing something he didn't know he was missing until he came across a very specific genre of movies and books and media, and Harry was just happy to see him smiling again. Tags: CW Mention of Murder, CW Mention of Blood, Cross dressing - exploration (at the moment), Implied slash fiction, a little bit of unhinged!Draco, little bit of a toxic-relationship, humor(?)*, Hitman!AU, a little angst in there (I KNOW BUT IT IS ME WE'RE TALKING ABOUT.) A/N: Y'all I made a mention, @klinefelterrible gave me life, and I probably did something else entirely. Anyway, this may be a one-off, or it may be a collab project (hopeful). (Title is long, will probably change.) ~ kiz

*I'm not as funny as Terrible, so like forgive that and expect some dialogue changes if they still want to work with me on this collab after reading this intro/background. Eh.

Introduction:

The Muggle way of life was everything Harry remembered, but didn’t necessarily miss during his years of learning how to navigate the Wizarding World, but he couldn’t deny there were times it was easier in the Muggle world. For one? He was just Harry -- or Potter, to Draco; but he was just Harry to everyone else.

Harry who now worked down the road in the little office with the only entrance in the back. Yes, that Harry, still, just Harry. Harry in the dark cloak, and sometimes seen with a little wooden stick. No one knew though just where he came from. How he came about. One day, just there, setting up shop, with his husband. 

Draco drew much more attention, at least when they first arrived in Oldham. The beautiful white-blonde haired man with those intense gray eyes and a sneer at most anyone who ever dared to approach. It wasn’t so much that Draco didn’t want to get to know anyone, he just didn’t. He was a little cautious, a little on the safer side. He gave up everything for them to be where they were. Harry away from the spotlight, and Draco maybe a bit on the run. Harry wasn’t blind to it, the way over the last few months life seemed to disinterest his husband. 

Draco had tried everything he could to understand the Muggle ways, so much so that they didn’t use magic much anymore, and then Draco found movies. He had always been one to read, he really enjoyed it and oftentimes would tear through books in little to no time, Harry wondered how he even enjoyed them with the rate at which he consumed them. 

Then the movies. 

Pulp Fiction, though a few years old at the time Draco found it, had captivated him. Paired with another movie he had watched more times than Harry could even attempt to count, something called Fallen Angels. Draco had quickly become so interested in these stories and everything he could find into this newly introduced way of the world of crime, murder, on-the-run-.... Harry tried to be patient and understanding that this was something that Draco felt he could resonate with. That this life was something he understood, in some way. Though, he wasn’t sure he had ever actually killed someone, but he knew in all actuality there were parallels. 

He wasn’t blind to that. 

Harry was not blind at all to those simple facts. At all.

As they stood there, Draco in an outfit Harry had never seen him in before. Some ridiculous retaliation to a comment Harry made in passing as they walked by a shop, a few days ago. A dark gray dress with a slit up the side clinging to the model mannequin and a comment about how good Draco could wear that same exact outfit. 

Harry would like to say he wasn’t shocked when Draco Malfoy walked out of their shared bedroom in the dress, and a pair of rather tall heels, but no, Harry had nearly fainted at the sight. Barely allowing Draco out of the house, and only doing so when the man growled out that he looked too good to be stuck inside for the night when they already had plans. 

Plans at the queer bar in uptown. They had never been, but Draco was all about trying new things since Pulp Fiction and Fallen Angels and whatever those new books he was consuming at lightning speed were suggesting in his mind. 

Harry still didn’t understand how it went from just movies and books and any other media he could get his hands on at the idea of being a criminal murdering people...to where they were now.

Right, right. Back to it. Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter standing there on an empty sidestreet around 1:45 AM in Oldham. 

“What the fuck, Draco?” Harry breathed out as he stared down at the lifeless body laying in the street before them. 

“I told you I would do it.” 

“YO-- You can’t just go around-- Draco!” Harry whipped around in shock, staring at his husband. “You killed him.” 

“I told you three drinks ago if he asked you to dance again, I would kill him.” Draco said simply, “he asked you to dance again.” Harry blinked, glancing back at the body before him. He had seen Death before, sure, of course, he had... well, but this was different. This was Draco Malfoy killing someone, more importantly this was his spouse killing someone. 

“Draco.” Harry took a breath, tilting his head back and looking up towards the dark sky, “you have to be fucking kidding me right now.” 

Draco extended a leg, nudging the arm of the man with his heel before making a face, “he got blood on my dress.” 

“You don’t fucking say?” Harry, still focused on the sky, snapped at him. “You sliced him from ear to ear.”

Draco didn’t answer, not for a moment, and Harry didn’t look. He couldn’t. Not right then. Because his only thought was, he is fucking insane. Harry had seen it, the moment it happened, the smile that flashed across his face as lunged forward quick and nimble, even in the high heels. The smile reflected the feeling on when a joint pops -- you know the tension in your ankle as you stretch and roll it slowly and pop there it was, the relief. That’s what the smile told Harry. The relief that Draco seemed to be searching for. 

“Are you mad?” 

“I’m not ecstatic, if that is what you are asking, Draco.” 

“No, I-- Look, I mean you’re either going to help me with this, or you’re not.” 

“Or I’m not.” Harry said evenly, giving him a once over, “this is your fault.” 

“Mm,” Draco nodded, “my fault?” 

“You’re the one that did it, right? Your fault.” 

Draco sighed, and gave a look around, before pulling out his wand. He gave himself a once over clean, very focused on the blood staining his dress before stowing his wand again. Harry fought back a laugh, despite everything that had happened over the last ten minutes, because lord knew he didn’t check his surroundings before cutting the man’s throat. My husband is insane, Harry thought while watching him clean himself off, I mean, absolutely insane. 

“SO,” Draco said suddenly, “at least carry him for me, I’ll put... your jacket over him.” 

Harry shook his head, “I am not dealing with this.” 

Draco narrowed his eyes, offering a pout, “you’re just going to leave me out here, alone, on a Saturday night?” 

“I think you can handle yourself,” Harry rolled his eyes. 

“Potter!” He whined, stomping his foot, the sound of his heel clacking loudly on the pavement. Harry flushed in excitement, his body responding and for once he might have hated himself for that response. “I’ll do that thing you like.” 

“Which thing?” 

“You know, the one I don’t.” 

“I don’t think there is anything you don’t like, Draco.” 

Draco sighed, and folded his arms, “just help me.” 

“This is it,” Harry jerked his jacket off, tossed it over the bleeding, dead man on the ground and bent to heave him up. “Don’t talk to a single fucking person.” 

“There is no one out here,” Draco answered, happy as Harry turned and led them down the road, “where are we going?” 

“How am I supposed to know? You tell me, you’ve been studying for this, apparently.” 

Draco laughed, Harry glared. “Sorry, sorry,” the blonde said softly, “I... it just happened Potter.” 

“No, you told me you wanted to do it and then you did it. That is a planned murder.” 

Draco glanced around, spotting off to the left 10 or so dumpsters behind a locked gated fence. “Over there.” 

“Someone will find him,” Harry said, though he followed as instructed. He was always very good at listening to instructions. 

“I mean we’re Wizards aren’t we? We can get all our evidence gone.” Draco said, his wand out again, and Harry watched the gate open and they stepped in. “Oh gods.” The blonde groaned, covering his nose, “hurry up!” 

Harry fought the urge to give him a look of annoyance, and he heaved the man off his shoulder to the ground near his feet, peeling his coat from his bloody upper body. “Do your magic then, Draco.” He said with a wave, stepping back slowly, to give Draco some space. 

“Who is there?” 

Harry froze, and Draco stood there, looking over his shoulder as he slipped his wand away. “I saw you open the gate!” The voice met them again, before light flooded them and the sound of a gun cocking.

“We were just... uh, having some fun.” Draco said, peering around Harry. “Right, honey?” 

“Yeah, fun.” Harry nodded and turned around slowly, arms raised. “Just fun.” 

“In the tras-- is that a body?” 

“No.” “Yes.” 

Harry fought back a groan, fuck! Draco gave them a very passive look. 

“You killed that man, and brought him here to dump?” 

Neither answered that time. 

“Stay,” he said, and Harry watched as he gave a wave to someone off to the side. “I got someone for you to meet.”

Draco glanced over at Harry with that smile. That relieved smile on his face. That the joint just popped smile right across his beautiful alabaster face, his gray eyes bright and playful for the first time in months, hell maybe even a year. Harry didn’t know, but it had been so long since he had seen his husband like that, since he had seen his Draco like that. He felt his heart stutter, love filling him all over again. 

“Good thing we’re Wizards, eh?” Draco winked.  

After the ‘someone for them to meet’, a guy named Darian, talked them into employment, really it wasn’t like Draco needed much convincing. It was Harry that needed it the most,  and love, some of the most cliche shit he could ever think of, won over in the end. 

Or, maybe it was the relief that Draco felt. The playfulness in his eyes, the smile on his lips. Harry lost enough more than once to the world, he wasn’t in the habit do it anymore. He wanted Draco safe, and he wanted to see that smile. No matter the cause of it. 

So, he was Harry. Just Harry, that Harry.

In some Muggle town with the little office and the only entrance to the building in the back walking in with his dark cloak, and two cups of coffee, greeting his husband with a kiss and a good morning as he drummed his long black nails on the desk while on the phone, using some codeword for money, and some codeword for killing, and come codeword for they’d be available that evening to check it out.

[kizuna-also-known-as-kizo]

there is something so inherently romantic about your partner offering to administer injection HRT for you

[entitled-fangirl]

The middle of war. (P2)

Aemond Targaryen x reader

Summary: The reader is in recovery, and the two must manage life after the incident.

A/n: the High Valyrian is bad. Just... don't look at it

Part 1!

Masterlist

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Her recovery was long and painful, but she managed all the same. 

A few days in, Aemond had swore to take her to see Vhagar. 

The poor girl looked like a mess.

Due to her injury, she was unable to wear the tight corsets she was expected to, not that Aemond cared what she wore.

Hence why she was in a rather flowy dress that practically hung from her. 

He kept a hand on her at all times as they walked through the castle, not only to keep her balanced, but worried she could be taken again if he looked away. 

His anxiety didn't relax until they were with Vhagar. 

Y/n pulled herself away from Aemond and straight to Vhagar, so comfortable with the large beast that she held no fear for her. 

Vhagar's eyes focused on her, resting her head in the dirt to let the woman come near. 

She reached forward, hearing the dragon immediately purr with her touch. 

Aemond couldn't help the slightly amused smirk that came to his lips. Gods, she was a wonder. 

She gently cooed to the dragon as if it was a small puppy, "Pretty girl. I haven't seen you in days. It seems a lifetime."

"You spoil her," Aemond spoke up. 

She turned to him, "She deserves it."

He sighed and neared Vhagar, running his hands over one of her scales as well, "She is not mistreated, I assure you."

"You do owe her an apology," she pointed out. 

A low rumble comes from the dragon. 

Aemond grumbled and shook his head, "Shijetra issa (Forgive me)."

"That's not good enough," she said as she moved her entire body to lean on the dragon's cheek. "You have to mean it. You were so rude."

"I was saving your life!" He reasoned. 

"I do not care-"

"Do not say that." He growled suddenly.

She sighed, "I did not mean it that way. Ziry daoriot gūrogon naejot sagon yelled rȳ (She doesn't deserve to be yelled at)."

Aemond looked up at the saddle. A shudder goes through him when he sees her blood still stain the fabric. "She understands I am not angry with her."

"Does she?"

He huffed, forcing himself to take a deep breath, "Shijetra issa syt issa udra (Forgive me for my words)."

Y/n began to get distracted, her hands running down the large dragon as she began to move. 

He watched her cautiously as if ready to catch her at any moment. 

"You're lucky, you know," she finally said. 

His eye softened, "I know."

She turned to him, "I mean it. I… I would have done anything for a dragon. Especially a gentle giant like her."

Aemond felt his chest tighten. 

Her egg had never hatched. 

"Gevie tala (beautiful girl)," she muttered to Vhagar. Her hands reached out occasionally to fix a scale.

Vhagar purred under all the attention. 

"Kiz. Gevie (Yes, beautiful)." Aemond said as he looked at her.

…

"Brother?" Aemond asked as he stood from his chair in the library. 

Y/n turned to see Aegon standing in the doorway. 

He grinned, "Hello, brother." He quickly rounded everything and bee-lined to the girl, "How are you?"

Her brows furrowed, "'m… fine."

Aegon had never been cruel to her, no. Not the extent he had to Aemond, but he hadn't gone out of his way for her. 

Aegon nodded, "Excellent! That's wonderful news." He sat next to her on the sofa. "I must ask something of you. I need an opinion."

Aemond forced himself to sit back down slowly as he watched the interaction closely.

"Oh," she hummed. "I'm not sure I am of much assistance-"

"-Nonsense." He leans back, getting comfortable on the sofa. "You see, I'm getting Jaehaerys a dagger for his next nameday."

"That is hardly a question for me. Aemond could-"

"-Let me finish!" He said annoyed, "I am getting the handle wrapped. I cannot decide a color."

"That is where I help?" She asked. 

"Yes." He looked up in mock thought, "I'm stuck between green or…" his head lulled to look at her, "…black."

Aemond leaned forward annoyed, "Brother-"

Aegon held a finger up, "Ah. I did not ask you."

She bit the inside of her cheek. "I suppose you wish me to say green."

"I don't wish you to say anything but the color you believe best." He grinned. 

"Aegon," Aemond tried again. 

"I am your king!" Aegon yelled, "Do speak to me like one."

Silence filled the room.

"Green," she finally said. "Green would look just fine. Jaehaerys is a fortunate boy."

"He is," Aegon said as he studied her. "He'll be quite handsome, won't he?"

She tilted her head, "I suppose he will. Time will tell."

"And you're a pretty girl, aren't you?"

She could practically feel Aemond's shoulders move back, "I'm… I'm sorry?"

"Your king says you're pretty."

"Oh. T…Thank you, my king."

Aegon looks over to Aemond, seeing him practically seething. He grins before standing, "Green it shall be then!"

He begins to leave before pausing in the doorway, "Oh. And pretty girl?"

Y/n looks over to him, "Yes, my king?"

"You said green is a fine color. Wear it when we all sup tonight."

Aemond felt like tearing the king's throat out.

When the door shut behind Aegon, she asked her husband, "What did I do?"

"He's been acting strange since you left." He sneered. 

The door opened. "Prince. Princess. A letter."

Her eyes widened.

Aemond shot up before she could move, adamant about keeping her movement down to a minimum. "I shall take it."

The servant left quickly and Aemond unraveled the note as fast as he could, his eye roaming over the scribbled handwriting.

"Well?" She asked in hope. 

Aemond hummed and his head tilted as he read it again. 

She huffed and got up. 

Only then did his eye look over to her, "Hey."

A hand shot to her forehead and she stumbled.

He quickly moved to her, "No, no, no." His hand moved around her waist, "Sit back down. Sit down."

She sat down with a huff and Aemond sat next to her, "It's from your mother."

"Read it to me."

Aemond looked back down at it.

"The Prince and Princess, I am most overjoyed at the recovery of the princess. As precious as she has become on both sides, I did not imagine her being caught in the crossfire.   May the gods watch her no matter how the war may end. I do not bluff when I say your letter was most surprising. And as much as I despise doing so, I must thank you, Prince Aemond, for it being sent. I had lost much sleep in the days before in worry.  Please tell her I love her."

Aemond looked back up at his wife, "Please do not expect more letters like this."

She nodded with teary eyes, "I understand."

He reached up and brushed hair from her face, "You're too good."

"Hmm?"

He smiled lightly, "Too good. Too… optimistic. It's sickening at times."

She let out a light chuckle as she wiped her cheek, "I do not believe you."

"You're right." He leaned in and kissed her gently, "You could not sicken me even if you tried." He pulled away with a smirk, "Are you truly going to wear green tonight?"

She faked a grimace, "Now perhaps I'll be sick."

He let out an amused chuckle, "Such is life, my sweet." He sighed and leaned back on the sofa, "But don't worry. I'll rip it off you just the same."

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[mommynott]

not that i’m thinking about your subby side after you ✨flirted✨ with me over some damn boops.

but now i’m thinking about taming your ass…

i mean, ahem. toxic!theo taming you while i watch. I MEAN I MEAN toxic!theo taming reader while I watch…

i MEAN! AHEM!

i’m just causally thinking about toxic!theo. that’s all. 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️😎😏

KIZ PLEASEEEEE the way I’ve been giggling at this since you sent it to me I fuckin love you LMAO 💋💋💋💋

But yes of course just CASUALLY thinking of toxic!theo yes yes yes you can tame me anyday

Yes I too think of toxic!theo taming reader and it makes me FERALLLLL horny

Warning: 18+, MDNI, SMUT, Chars 18+, Dom!theo, toxic!theo, brat taming, slapping, gagging, degrading, punishment, dirty talk, PIV, rough sex, dom&sub, dom&brat

“Hands out. Now.” Theo demanded just as he shoved you down to your knees. Danger lingering in his darkened eyes. You may have bratted a little more than you could handle this night and Theodore was NOT having it any longer.

“My hands? The fuck you want my hands for?”

Questioning him in a bratty scoff, you tilted your head to the side. Theo’s eyes burned down into yours, his jaw clenched before- Smack! A hard and heavy slap welted across your cheek, your head shooting to the side. “You don’t get to question me…Now let me see your hands, brat.”

His domineering tone was prominent, his cock still fully erect through his heavy breaths. You rolled your eyes. Holding your hands out to Theo in annoyance. “Fine…” You mumbled out as Theo stepped back to grab his black leather belt from off his jeans that sprawled on the floor.

“Was that so fuckin’ hard?” his voice was dark and low as he held the belt between his manly hands. Theo’s words caused you to roll your eyes once more. But little did you know what would happen next. -Wack wack wack! The belt hit against your sensitive palms, causing you to wince out and draw your hands back. “What the fuck-“

Your words cut off just as Theodore pulled your arms right back to him. Enjoying seeing you in this state. The start of the taming. Inflicting just the tiniest amount of pain on you? His cock was fucking throbbing.

“Watch your fucking mouth.” His stormy-filled eyes seemed to darken even more. Speaking through his teeth. “No.” Quipping back in a snarky tone, Theo let out a dangerous and low chuckle. Keeping the belt between his hands he stalked over to his dresser, fumbling through it before walking back.

A gag. A fucking ball gag held in one hand as the belt hung in the other. “Keep on bratting…See where it gets you.” Fuck why is this so hot? He took his thumb, placing it on your bottom lip to part it open before strapping the ball gag on. “That’ll fuckin’ teach you.”

With smug pride spread across Theo’s chiseled face, he took his position back in front of you. One hand stroking down his rock-hard length while the other tickled the belt on your palms. -Wack! Another hard smack to your now swollen red hands.

Tears pricked your eyes, muffled whimpers escaping through the gag. But you couldn’t back down. Not yet. “Hm? What was that? The brat wants it even harder?” He only taunted you more so, coming down a few more times on your raw palm. -Wack wack wack wack! Mascara ran down your face before finally having enough.

“-I’m….Sorry…” Your voice muffled out from the ball gag, Theo let out a low chuckle. Watching you fully fall into that sub-space he oh so craved. As much as he liked your bratty side he certainly preferred the submissive side much more. “That’s my girl…Needed a bit of a punishment before surrendering huh?”

All you did was nod your head, Theo tossed his belt to the side before lifting you on the bed. Instantly putting you on all fours, with one hand shoving your face down into the cool silk sheets. “Now take my dick like the good girl I know you are.” He growled before slamming his massive length deep inside of you.

He kept your head rammed down in the sheets, the other giving rough smacks to your juicy ass that jiggled with each hard thrust pounded into you. Watching his cock push in and out of your clenched walls, each pump soaking him more and more.

Proving to him, as much as he fucking lived for taming your bratty ass, you also enjoyed being tamed by Theo. And very much so at that.

PLEASEEEEEE this was supposed to be way shorter yet here we are lmaooo

Hope my bbys enjoyed, as always requests and asks always open for my smut sluts💋

Divider pinned in my masterlist🌙

[papaziggy-devblog]

Give me some red flags of Harper WITHOUT naming the yandere bits and League of Legends I love some loser men

Gavin is best boy kizs

He eats sour cream plain, straight from the tub

The toe socks

He insists garlic is 'really spicy' but keeps eating it even though it burns his tongue and stomach

You know how you can curl your tongue into like... a tube kinda shape? He did that once with his long ass tongue to see if he could use it as a straw and ended up choking on milk

He likes normal lemonade over pink lemonade

He actually likes the movie Dead Silence

Because he's actually pretty well off he has a skewed idea of how much things actually cost "Whats that Cara Mio? You need money for lunch? Uuuuhhh.... $100 should be enough right? *hands you $100 bill*"

He's made both him and MC in the sims 4 as a couple with way way too many cats... Like a concerning number of cats

He posts frequently on the Neopets forums and gets genuinely stressed if he's late feeding his Neopets, he hasn't missed a day since he was 12

Will snatch grapes out of the bags from the produce section when no one is looking

[count-alucard-tepes]

Headcanons for my One Piece hotties: Their reaction when their child calls them by the nickname their S/O calls them instead of dad.

I could literally picture this in my head and my hotties expressions😂

Kizaru✨

He could hear the faint sound of his child running towards him and saying something but he couldn’t make it out until he realized what his child was saying, “Kiz…kiz!”, the child called for their father as Kizaru huffed, “…say dad or papa…not Kiz”, he’d say but that would just make his child call him by the cute nickname again and again.

Akainu🌋

“Puppy! Puppy!”, is all Akainu could hear as he was tending to his plants when he felt his child cling to his leg and looking up at him all doe eyed, “…puppy”. He’d go red in the face knowing his S/O is the only person to ever call him this and now…it was his child. He would sit with his child that entire afternoon, trying to get them to call him dad or papa.

Ryokugyu🌱

He would be taking a nap with his child on his chest before the child woke up and poked their dad’s face, trying to wake him up, “Ryo yo…Ryo yo!”, they said taking off his sunglasses and putting them on. He’d wake up lazily and look at his child with a smirk, “What did you say, you little shit?”.

Fujitora 🐅

He would be eating his soba in the garden when his S/O brought him some tea, he was just about to ask where their child was when he heard the familiar name, “Issh Issh! I want soba too!”, his child would say before coming up and cuddling next to him. He’d be at a loss for words and then would burst out in laughter, “now now, you’ve got to call me papa first…”, he’d say but of course this doesn’t happen.

Sir Crocodile 🐊

His child would sneak into his office with their crocodile plushie and then cuddle in his lap, “Had a good nap, little one?”, he’d ask as he holds them close to his chest and gives their forehead a kiss, “Yes, Croc…Mr Croccy kept me safe too”, the child would say, “…what did you call me?”, he’d ask with a slender raised eyebrow, “Croc…you’re Croc!”, they’d say with a big smile. This made the pirate blush for a while afterwards.

Doflamingo Donquixote 🦩

“Doffffffyyyyy…where are youuu? Doffyyy!”, his child would be shouting as they skipped around the palace looking for their father. Doflamingo was in a meeting with his crew when he heard his child and a vein popped on his forehead as he walked over and picked his child up, “hey hey, you call me dad or papa, you little squirt”, he said with a smirk, “okay, Doffy!”, the child would say while his crew just laughed in response.

Benn Beckman 🔫

“Stud! Mom said dinner is ready!”, his child would shout from the courtyard as Benn was busy in the garden, “Yeah yeah, I’m coming…wait…what did you say?”, he’d ask looking surprised, “mom said dinner is ready, stud!”. Benn would definitely be cursing when he heard that and would ask his S/O not to call them that anymore.

Katakuri Charlotte 🍡

“Let’s have a tea party, Kata!”, his child would say as Katakuri walked out of the bedroom, “Sure, sweetie… let me just…wait…what did you say?”, he’d ask with wide eyes, “Kata, here is your cup of tea….come sit with me!”, his child would say again. He would sigh and look at his S/O with a disapproving look as they laughed before going to the tea party.

Killer🔪

He would just come home after a long while at sea and his child would run into his arms, giving him kisses, “mom! Babe is home!”, his child would say as Killer looked at his child in confusion, “hey I’m your dad…not babe”, he’d chuckle, “but mommy calls you babe…so you’re babe!”, the child would say happily, giving him more kisses. Killer would pout at his S/O, “…this is all your fault…call me dad from now until they get it”.

Kaido🐉

He’d be taking a walk with his child, hand in hand when they point out a fruit that they wanted from a tree. He’d pick it out for them and clean it on his shirt before handing it over, “Thank you, Kai Kai”, they’d say with a big smile before eating happily, “You’re welcome…Kai Kai? That’s what your mother calls me…you say papa not that…okay, little one?”, he’d say trying not to be too strict, “but Kai Kai is so cute and you’re so cute too”, the child would say which would make the Yonko blush and mumble to himself about not being cute.

King👑

His child was learning how to control their wings to it wasn’t just flapping around and knocking things over. When they did get some control, they squealed happily, “I got it, look, love! I got it!”. King was just about to acknowledge his kid when he heard them call him ‘love’, “that’s great, little one, but…uhh only your mom calls me love…call me dad, okay?”. His kid complete ignores him and tries to control their wings, “Love, my wings are cooler than yours!”. King would pout about the name for a while.

Queen👑

He would be taking care of his kid for the day since his S/O was out running some errands, “Q…I’m hungry…I want ice cream”, the child would say as they clung to their father’s clothes, “Shit, it’s not even 9am, alright but don’t tell your mom or she’ll kill me…hey call me pops! Not Q! That’s okay for your mom”, he’d say looking shocked, “but Q is so cool and you’re so cool!”, his child would reply in awe of their father. Queen would melt at this and just cuddle his child, “alright but if your mom scolds you…I’m not part of it”.

Izou🔫🔫

He would doing his child’s hair just to make sure they were all neat for the day as his S/O was busy making breakfast, “there all done, now what do we say?”, he’d ask as he gave his child a kiss on the forehead, “Thank you, Izzy! I love it”, the child would say happily before running to show their mother, “hey hold on, you gotta call me papa! Not Izzy! Come back here!”, Izou would shout after his kid but there was no turning back now.

[klinefelterrible]

@k-kizkhalifa had an idea to write a drarry au where Harry and Draco are hitmen / hitwizards so I offered my thoughts on that idea. This one is for you, Kiz.

Let’s set the scene: Harry, wearing black wizard robe on a Muggle spec ops uniform, is seen walking down a hall in some posh Muggle manor. His boots make no sound at all, his wand in his hand enlightens the hall. Right to his right there is Draco Malfoy, his long white hair freely flowing down his shoulders, his eyes in a black, rather hot makeup. He walks the same hall making so much noise as his very high heeled boots squeak and clack. He wears a tight black spandex overalls and holds a Sig Sauer P226 with a silencer, his nails rather long and shiny black. They move together towards the broken terrace window to see the victim.

Harry: how many times have I asked you why would you stick to this Muggle gun that you use wrongly?

Draco: *holding a gun with a silencer* I know exactly how to use it, thank you very much

Harry: it has a silencer

Harry: for making it all silent

Draco: it’s not my fault he heard us!

Harry: it is your fault he heard us, you’re wearing high heels again!

Draco: THAT IS NOT THE POINT HERE

Harry: OH YEAH? THEN TELL ME WHAT IS?!

Draco: we were supposed to shoot him and he felt from the balcony window

Harry: he ran there because he heard you!

Draco: why didn’t you petrify him?

Harry: I couldn-

Harry: let’s drop it, we both make mistakes

Draco: at least you can admit it

Harry: honey, just put a whole magazine into him and let’s get outta here

Draco: what about this garden sculpture of an old man with a pitchfork that sticks from his back?

Harry: that’s Poseidon, god of oceans

Harry: shoot him ten times in the face and noone will notice the trident

Draco: *shooting the dead guy’s face* the what?

Harry: the trident

Draco: huh?

Harry: *rolls eyes* the pitchfork

Draco: oh, yes, this

Draco: *resumes shooting the dead guy’s head*

Harry: now let’s get outta here

Draco: not so fast, Potter

Harry: what now

Draco: I AM IN HEELS IN CASE YOU HAVEN’T NOTICED

Harry: I told you that this is not a good way to dress if we wanna be wizard hitmen

Draco: we look like a weirdo and a sweet little girl

Harry: I don’t look like a sweet little girl

Draco: you’re an ass, Potter

Harry: now come on! I think cops will be here any minute

Draco: how come we cannot obliviate them?

Harry: it’s impolite

Draco: and killing and shooting people is polite?

Harry: I DO NOT MAKE THE RULES!

Harry: are you coming or not

Draco: I’m doing the best I can in these heels

Harry: you’re looking great, by the way

Draco: I know

Harry: I’m driving

Draco: I am literally sitting in the passenger seat

Harry: good

Harry: you know your place

Harry: like a good girl

Draco: I can’t decide if I hate you now hard enough to smack you

Harry: do you love me enough to kiss my dick?

Draco: I will bite you

Harry: OH SHIT THE COPS!

Policeman: license and registration please

Policeman: what are you doing here?

Draco: what is it with police officers that every time my husband and I want to go to the woods and have a little suckie-dickie, you guys stop us?

Policeman: huh

Harry: please don’t mind my husband, he gets a little frustrated with fuel prices and his job and this is how we

Policeman: oh just drive away

Policeman: this is a posh neighbourhood, a dog barks louder and they call us

Policeman: I’m sorry ma’am, sir, sir, I mean… yeah

Policeman: just please don’t stop here anymore as these people are crazy

Policeman: try Denton woods, it’s a common spot for people who want a quiet place to… uh, you know

Policeman: *wink wink* a quiet place

Harry: thank you, officer!

Draco: whew

Harry: that was close

Draco: I almost got excited

Harry: well

Draco: don’t push it and drive us to Denton Woods

Harry: yes ma’am

[bodhrancomedy]

World Building - Arcane Skies by Bodhrán M.

“So, who are the Anointed?” Emmett asked.

“Nutjobs,” Sixsmith replied succinctly, staring hard at the pancakes. “Utter traditionalist nutjobs.”

“Wait, Six, you like traditions…”

“’m Fallen. ‘m not *Anointed*.”

Nettles looked over from where they were standing, holding up two different lightweight tartan shirts for Altan’s approval. One green and one orange. “How much do you know about Taiyeku culture, captain?”

“Well… I’ve travelled with Six for over twenty years,” Emmett ticked his certifications off his fingers, “been on many crews with a many Taiyeks… I mean, I’m an aeronaut. It’s inevitable.” He paused and continued uneasily, “No offence meant.”

“None taken,” Sixsmith said.

“That probably means you’ve only really met Fallen,” Nettles said. They shook the shirts impatiently. “Altan, make a choice, please? My arms are getting tired.”

“The one on the left,” Altan said. “Green matches your eyes.”

“Means nothing, but thank you.”

“Get Octavia to do it.”

“No thanks!” Nettles scowled. “She tricked me into salmon once.”

“What’s wrong with salmon?” Sixsmith asked as he poked a pancake. “Anyway, not like you can see it.”

“People laughed.”

“You’re just going to put a poncho over it, Nettles.”

“Too hot,” Nettles moaned, “I’d fry.”

Emmett coughed pointedly. “The Anointed?” he asked again.

Nettles wriggled their arms into the shirt, voice a little muffled by the fabric. “The Anointed are a sub-set of the Taiyeku belief system – our Zefirea. They believe in the sky-myth –“

Sixsmith grunted.

“The sky-story,” Nettles amended, “but it’s different. They weren’t cast out for a crime.”

“War,” Sixsmith said.

“They lost a war. They were betrayed. Tricked. And so to protect them, they were sent down to earth to gather soldiers for the next one.”

Emmett’s eyes grew wide. “What next one? Who sent them?”

“For when we take back the skies.” Nettles’ eyes took on the glaze of reciting from memory. “And Lo, there shall come a day when we lead an army of our siblings in an ascension to challenge the stars for our kingdoms and quench the fires of perfidy and tyranny, to emerge victorious as the rulers of the unformed humans in their drudgeries of dust and silt.”

“So, nutjobs,” Sixsmith repeated.

“Be fair,” Altan said as she took out a stack of plates, “there are some nice ones. What about Eleanor Witts? She’s constantly campaigning for Taiyeku-Human understanding.”

“Hang on, who’s that?”

Altan held up one finger. “Wait a moment. I’ve got the article somewhere…” Her face lit up as she unearthed a flimsy paper. “No wonder Octavia can’t ever find her things.”

“I’ve got a system,” Emmett said, eying the desk for the thousandth time and feeling his hands itch to just sort it out. “Even got Kiz – Dion to use it for a bit. Maybe…?”

Nettles shook their head. “Forget it. We’ve tried.”

Altan strode over to the stove and dropped the plates with a loud clatter, forcing Emmett to cover his ears. “Sorry. Here, Sixsmith, have a read of that.”

“Can’t read.”

“Oh, shit. I forgot. Sorry.”

“It’s fine. Look, these done, you reckon?”

“They smell brilliant.”

“Good. ‘m starvin’.”

[yoomiwrites]

Sugar Rush⁷

Summary: Reader has been working directly under the Admirals, Kuzan, Kizaru and Akainu for years. Little by little, the dynamic changes and friendship (and more) develops. These are all small stories that build on each other. The work is from 2017, not revised and the prologue of Aromatic Rush & Salty Rush.

Notes: I am learning. Trying to make it look better up here. XD

The office was quieter than usual, the faint hum of the HQ in the background barely noticeable as I tried to focus on the stack of reports in front of me. The mission files were long, and the data was dense—another day, another endless sea of paperwork. I could almost hear Akainu’s gruff voice in my head, reminding me how important it was to get every detail right. That man could practically smell incomplete work from across the building.

But today, something felt off. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but there was an unsettling energy in the air—like the calm before the storm.

I glanced out of the window, watching the sun slowly rise higher in the sky. I sighed and leaned back in my chair, letting my eyes close for just a moment. Maybe if I could steal a minute of peace, I’d get through this pile faster.

The moment I let my guard down, though, I felt a presence behind me. A familiar one.

“Busy, (F/N)?”

The deep, slow voice of Admiral Kizaru purred behind me, sending a shiver down my spine. I didn’t even need to turn around to know he was standing far too close for comfort.

I sighed, opening my eyes and rubbing my temples. “Kizaru-san, I’m in the middle of work. What do you need?”

“Hmm, nothing much~” His voice was playful, almost musical, as he strolled around to my side, leaning against the desk and watching me with that lazy, amused gaze. “I just got back from a mission, and it’s so boring around here. I thought I’d find something more… entertaining.”

I glanced up at him, eyebrows raised. “And by ‘entertaining,’ you mean bothering me while I try to finish these reports, right?”

Kizaru grinned lazily, tilting his head. “Ah, you know me so well~. But it’s not really ‘bothering,’ is it? Just… keeping you company.” He leaned in a little closer, his golden coat brushing the edge of my chair. “Don’t you ever get tired of all this paperwork? You should take a break, (F/N). Relax a little.”

I rolled my eyes, trying to keep my composure. Kizaru always had this way of hovering just on the edge of flirty without ever going too far, but it didn’t make him any less annoying. “Some of us have responsibilities, Kizaru-san. Not all of us can take naps in the middle of missions.”

He laughed softly, clearly enjoying my irritation. “Responsibilities are overrated~. Besides, you’ve been working so hard. Don’t you deserve a little reward?”

Before I could respond, Kizaru’s hand reached out, and with the lightest touch, he flicked the edge of one of the reports. “Look at all these pages. So boring. How about I take you for a stroll? The sun’s out, the HQ’s quiet, and I’m sure no one will notice if you disappear for a little while…”

His voice had that silky edge to it, and I could tell he wasn’t going to stop anytime soon. I resisted the urge to throw my pen at him.

“Kizaru-san,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady, “some of us actually like to finish our work on time. Maybe you should go see someone else if you’re looking for entertainment.”

“Oh, but (F/N),” he teased, leaning in just enough to lower his voice to a whisper, “you’re the most fun around here~.”

Before I could come up with a retort, I felt the atmosphere in the room shift, the temperature spiking just slightly. The soft click of boots against the floor echoed behind us, and I knew without even looking who it was.

Akainu.

The room seemed to grow smaller as his heavy presence filled the space. I tensed, bracing myself for the inevitable explosion.

“Borsalino,” Akainu’s gravelly voice cut through the air like a blade, “why are you wasting time here? Shouldn’t you be debriefing from your mission?”

Kizaru straightened up, though not without his usual lazy, carefree demeanor. He turned to face Akainu with a mock-innocent expression. “Ah, Sakazuki, you’re always so serious. I was just checking on (F/N). Can’t a fellow admiral say hello to a colleague?”

Akainu’s eyes narrowed dangerously, his volcanic temper simmering just beneath the surface. “I don’t have time for your games, Borsalino. If you’ve finished your mission, report in. Don’t loiter around here.”

I expected Kizaru to shrug it off or make another sly comment, but to my surprise, he raised his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright. No need to be so hot-headed.”

He winked at me as he pushed off the desk, clearly not taking Akainu’s words to heart. “I’ll be seeing you around, (F/N)~.” And with that, he strolled out of the office, the tension in the room fading with him.

I let out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding, fully expecting Akainu’s wrath to fall on me next. After all, he was known for his strict discipline, and I had been the one entertaining Kizaru’s antics, even if I hadn’t asked for it.

But to my surprise, Akainu didn’t bark at me. Instead, he stood there for a moment, his gaze sweeping over the reports piled high on my desk.

“You’ve been working hard,” he said, his tone gruff but lacking the usual edge of anger.

I blinked, a bit taken aback. “Uh, yes, sir. Just finishing these reports.”

Akainu nodded, his expression unreadable. “Good. Keep it up.” He turned to leave but paused in the doorway. Without looking back, he added, “If Borsalino gives you any more trouble, report it to me.”

I stared at him, trying to process the fact that Akainu—a man known for his temper and strictness—had just… not yelled at me. “Y-Yes, sir,” I stammered, still in shock.

With that, he left, his heavy footsteps echoing down the hall.

For a few moments, I sat there, blinking at the empty doorway, trying to make sense of what had just happened. Kizaru had flirted, Akainu had intervened… and somehow, I had come out of it unscathed. I hadn’t even been yelled at.

I glanced back at the pile of reports on my desk. Maybe today wasn’t going to be so bad after all.

[k-kizkhalifa]

D R A COOOOOOO ~wes

Draco, oh Draco. (You're a weak man Wes, but I love you so here you go.) Drabble piece. Short and sweet. Draco with a drarry feel.

--

It wasn't the darkness that drove him. It never had been. It was always the light, the light at the end of the darkness. Everything that he was aiming for. This wasn't what his life was going to be, forever. He hoped that anyway. He had faith, though he never told anyone that.

There was hope. Always hope. Hope that one day he would be able to walk away from the darkness that seemed to wrap around his life. The darkness that seemed to make it hard to breath, hard to sleep at night, hard to focus. He wanted a better future, always a better future. A place to belong that didn't involve where he was at the moment.

One day, he told himself, he wouldn't have to be this person. One day, he promised himself, he'd have the whole dream. With someone that he didn't deserve, but that someone would forgive him for things they didn't even understand - and Draco would let them, he was selfish like that.

He'd let them tell him it was okay, he was okay. He was okay.

I'd let them tell him that every time he needed to hear that.

He'd let himself believe it too. He'd let himself believe it was all okay, it was okay. He was okay. He was okay.

He'd have the dream, whatever it really was, he didn't know yet. Not at this age. He was too young to understand that, but he knew it was there. Like the light at the end of the tunnel.

There he'd look out and see it all, as it happened, the happiness he craved, the warmth he craved, the light that he craved.

"Draco Malfoy," the words washed over him, and he looked up from his chair in the shared common rooms, curiously. He breathed out a gasp staring at the light to his darkness, right before his steel gray eyes that widened as they met the bright green eyes and half a smile. "You okay?"

This would do, it was close enough. He was okay.

[polaroidcats]

So. Sirius and German (Austrian?) punkrock and antifascist music. I'm thinking about die Ärzte here. Do you see my vision? Thoughts?

YES OKAY I AM SO HERE FOR THIS!!!!

first of all is Sirius german/austrian in this scenario, does he speak german or does he just think it sounds cool and punkrock? Because I am obsessed with him not understanding a word and just going for the vibes, that's hilarious. But I also think he'd deeply love some of the lyrics if he understood them.

May I propose a playlist, and please add to it if you want:

Schrei nach Liebe is such a Sirius song! All the anger? All the feelings? Screaming "Arschloch" at the top of your lungs and moving into air guitar the next second? I rest my case!

Junge is just a song about Regulus Black, you can't change my mind on this (I've had this opinion for 0.5 seconds but I am CONVINCED now). Like at first you might think it's about Sirius because that's the obvious choice and it fits him even better than it fits Regulus, I know. But think about it being from Sirius POV about Regulus??! galaxy brain idea, i'm telling you!! anyways so Sirius loves the song and can relate, in either way.

IF Sirius understands German, he would 100% be the kind of person who drunkenly sings their heart out to Linksradikaler Schlager by Swiss & die Andern. You can hate Schlager all you want, but linksradikaler Schlager is it's own glorious genre. And if you don't know it yet, please do yourself a favor and listen to the entire EP. It might be the best album I own. I mean "Und wir tanzen bei G20 im Wasserwerferregen / wenn sie irgendetwas anpisst / kommt sie um das zu regeln / anti dies anti das / sie hat sich nie angepasst / und sie kämpft für eure Freiheit / aber keiner kämpft für sie / anti dies anti das / sie saß tausendmal im Knast / und sie opfert ihre Freiheit für die Welt die sie so liebt" (Antifa).

Okay so imagine Remus has a date. With someone ELSE who is NOT SIRIUS. And comes back home to find Sirius listening to Alles aus Liebe by Die Toten Hosen on full volume. Like obviously Sirius just needs an outlet for his emotions, he'd never actually act on anything like the lyrics suggest. But sometimes you just gotta be a melodramatic idiot listening to this song, feeling your feelings because he can't tell Remus he loves him out loud (yet) so he just sings along to the song in the privacy of his room and doesn't know Remus is listening in.

I also think Sirius would love Bonnie & Clyde by Die Toten Hosen. Just the general vibes of the song, I think they totally fit his vibe.

One day Remus and Sirius get stoned and Remus finally gets to decide on the music. And he puts on Hurra die Welt geht unter by KIZ&Henning May, and Sirius is obsessed. Not only is Sirius a little bit in love with Henning May(s voice) but he also loves the lyrics. Postapocalyptic vibes is everything these angsty teenagers need.

Okayokay ANOTHER GALAXY BRAIN IDEA!! Queere Tiere by Sookee is a song about the marauders, change my mind (you can't). It's a song about queer animals and homophobia?! OBVIOUSLY they love it and Sirius thinks it's the most hilarious thing ever that THEY ARE queer animals and that there's a song about it.

And Hüpfburg is obviously just another song Sirius can relate to so much. A song about your right-winged extremist family and you questioning their beliefs?! I rest my case.

Obviously Sirius loves everything about Kerosin95. Like, trans Sirius loves Trans Agenda Dynastie, obviously (not just for the JKR slander).

I think Sirius would also love the lyrics to Scheiß auf Ironie by Deine Cousine. (I mean: "Du denkst du bist ein Feminist / Ich glaub du weißt nicht was das ist / nur weil man Frauen gerne leckt / ist das noch lange kein Respekt ?!! ICONIC)

I also think Sirius would have loved Kein Gott, kein Staat, nur Du by Kraftklub feat. Mia Morgan!

I am also a firm believer that Sirius would have been obsessed with Nena and would have loved all of her songs. Like Irgendwie, irgendwo, irgendwann? Sirius knows all the lyrics and his and James' performance of the song in the gryffindor common room is always a treat for everyone involved. And Sirius listens to Nur geträumt on full volume when he's pining after Remus, that's just canon tbh.

Okay this list is already ridiculously long and I kind of swayed away from the original punkrock prompt so if you have any more songs/artists to add to this, please do, this was so much fun!!!

[ethrealprincess]

that is right, mine. all mine. need to give you lotsa hockey’s and bites and kisses all over your pretty body so no one else can think otherwise. would you like to sit on my lap while i finger your little pussy, miss ari? make you feel so good while you blush for me?

oh fuck i’m so dizzy rnnn. i would probably hide my face in your neck cause id get too embarrassed if you keep making me blush so much :( wanna moan your name like a good girl and make you all proud kiz baby. i just know you could make me feel so fucking good

[transgenderastarion]

Send in the Raven (of Feathers and Bone)

Rating: Explicit Archive Warnings:  - graphic descriptions of violence  - rape/noncon  Other warnings: nonconsensual tattooing, attempted suicide Categories: m/m Relationships: Jeremy/Jean, Riko/Jean, Implied Riko/Kevin

Characters: Jean Moreau, Jeremy Knox, Riko Moriyama, Tetsuji Moriyama, Original Ravens Player Characters, Kevin Day, Mentioned David Wymack, Mentioned Betsy Dobson, Laila Dermott, Sarah Alvarez, additional background characters

Additional tags: Dead dove don't eat, as in it is what it says on the tin this story is dark as hell sorry, Angst, Hurt/comfort, Angst with a happy ending, Jean's POV, sharing a room (but bad), Jeremy Knox is a Good Boyfriend, canon compliant, Friends to lovers, leaving bad situations, canonical levels of violence, panic attacks, nightmares, ptsd, abuse, sex, healing sex, we love to see reclamation of your body through love, implied attempted suicide

Summary: Every time Jean sees Jeremy Knox, it's always from the other side of a barrier. A TV screen, a jersey, an entire country, or the hand of Riko that holds Jean's leash close. The light Jeremy Knox exudes pulls Jean towards him like a planet in a gravitational pull. He knows he has to break the chains he has tying him to the Ravens if he ever wants to reach Jeremy's light with his own fingers. As Jean grows up, he watches Jeremy grow right alongside him, but only from the other side of a barrier. A pre-canon + post-canon study of Jean's life before and after the Ravens. Hey everyone! Super honored to be able to participate in the @aftgbigbang this year! I may have crawled over the finish line but in true fox fashion I suppose I kept crawling. This is supposed to be read in Full Work mode, not chapter by chapter mode, however you may do as you please? I’m not the boss of you but idk there’s my recommendation. Thank you so so much to my artists this year, Kiz and Starling! You can find @solelystarling 's wonderful art in the End Notes :) The way this is laid out is in 3 chapters: Chapter 1 is the ravens, chapter 2 is a short intermission (go get a coffee, go pee, I love you this fic is long), and chapter 3 is the trojans. It is told in a series of drabbles. Hope you enjoy!

[luvuwite]

OMG EXCITING TY LUVU I HOPE I DONT DISAPPOINT

SOO, small context i’m workin on like a story, fictional world, personal project thingy and i’ve been slowly working on the different environments and background characters + supporting characters!! I DESIGNED ONE TODAY YAYAY BRO I WAS SO HAPPY WHEN I FINISHED AAAHAA

BUT YEA this was just a quick concept doodle to see what i wanted to do with her character design and her vibe!! her name is Gylden Bronzeboots (mostly referred to as Cap’n Bronzeboots) and she’s a very powerful and infamous steampirate!! (steampunk pirate) (im obsessed w fictional pirates and the mixture between steampunk and pirates is genuinely godly to me)

i def wanna work on/add some things like bring out more of the steampunk in her design, i wouldn’t rlly know what to do so far tbh but pinterest and the internet in general are my best friends.

BUT YEA i wanted to show this off bc I WAS ACTUALLY PROUD OF HOW THE ANATOMY TURNED OUT AND STUFF AND THE SWORD TOO MMMM 😭 BUT i also wanted to show u bc u inspire me a lot!!!!! especially with design!! you’re really nice and friendly and casual i was very curious of what you would think, i’m very much going out of my bubble for this one but i believe it’s worth it fr 🙏

SRRY IF I YAPPED TOO MUCH, i didn’t rlly wanna randomly drop smth w no explanation TY THO LUVU TY!!

OMGGGGGGGGGG THIS IS SOOOO EXCITING I LOVE SEEING CHARACTER DESIGNS!!!!!!! KIZ THIS CAME OUT GREAT IM SO PROUD OF U AND HOW THIS CAME OUT!!!!!

I WOULD LOVE TO VOICE A SECOND EYE!!!

OKOK SO far i LOVE the concept she holds already... this is SOOO exciting and I LOVEEE seeing the sketch!!

but i will say she looks more of classical pirate than steampunk pirate, and that's not bad! It just means you might need to fidget a bit with her design!

heres another design i did for u!! OBVIOUSLY YOU DONT HAVE TO TAKE IT ITS TOTALLY UP TO YOU but i think since shes a steampunk-pirate that sounds SO FUCKIN COOL i thin she would have a lot more small accessories? im not too sure how to explain it, but also, i think the fact she has a long cape is good!! I changed it to a smaller skirt bc I think if she were to be fixing, the coat would get in the way and cause a disadvantage, and also the long-gloves so that her sleeves don't get in the way whenever she's fighting!

here's also some of the refs i was lookin at if that helps!

[faofinn]

16. Consulting the Internet/Web MD

Part 1 | Part 2

After everything that had happened with Kizzy and Kieran, Tai and Harrison were just glad everyone got on. While they'd taken the news reasonably well (once Harrison had freaked out), Kizzy's parents did not. They made it clear that she wasn't welcome in their family, and that she didn't have a place in their home outside of university. Of course, the Cunningham-Cole crew refused to stand for it, immediately welcoming her into their home. Kieran had already managed to make a baby with her, so they didn't see the harm in the pair sharing a room; they were adults, after all.

The plan was for the guest room to become a nursery, until they could work out their next steps. If they were honest, Harrison was kind of hoping they'd stay around. Having the kids in the house would mean he could help them out, and he knew how stressful it was looking after a baby. 

Kizzy was already seven months, struggling heavily with the pregnancy. Alfie had taken it upon himself to try and cheer her up, Eden joining the pair in the living room with a film on. She had the sick dish by her, wrapped up snugly in blankets, while the two boys lazed on the other sofa.

"I'm sick of this already." She whined, trying to get comfortable again. "Bean is kicking me to the point I'm convinced he's gonna kick a hole in me."

"Sounds like being in bed with Alfie." Eden tried to joke. 

She had to laugh. "At least you can get away from him."

"Ah, that's true. But he follows me."

"Hey!" Alfie slapped him good-naturedly. "Don't be so mean."

"Yeah, you're right. It's not fair to compare Bean to you."

Kizzy's laugh was cut off by a groan, her hand protectively covering the bump. "Fuck."

"Kiz? What's wrong?" Alfie was serious, Eden already up and by her side. 

She couldn't help the wave of panic. "I don't know."

Eden sat by her, rubbing her shoulder. "Was he kicking? A cramp?"

"I don't know. I, maybe it felt like a contraction? I don't know." She gratefully leaned into Eden. "It was like a stitch, but worse and everywhere."

"It's okay, you're gonna be okay." Eden soothed. "Don't worry."

Alfie spoke up from the sofa. "So, it says you've got network connectivity problems." 

While Kizzy managed a smile, Eden launched a pillow at his head. "Idiot!"

"Hey!" He protested, not having moved out of the way in time.

“You deserved it!” Eden shot back. 

"I was trying to help!"

“You’re so stupid, use your brain!”

"I was!"

“‘Network connectivity problems’? Really?”

"I was just reading it!"

“Didn’t actually use your brain though, did you?” He rolled his eyes, turning his attention back to Kizzy. “Has it gotten any better? Worse? Ignore Alfie, you definitely picked the right twin.”

"I don't know. It stopped but then it came back, and it's gone right now."

“Maybe we should call your dad, Alfie.”

"Yeah, Okay. I'll ring him."

"I don't want to bother anyone."

“If you have pain, though…”

"Dad said you could call him whenever." Alfie added. 

“It’s probably best to be on the safe side.”

"Could you call him?" Kizzy asked. She still felt like she was intruding on the family, and especially when she felt like she was causing problems. 

“Yeah, of course. Alfie, can you call him? Kiz, do you want a hot water bottle or something?”

"I wouldn't say no." She gave Eden a smile. "Thank you."

Alfie was already dialling, and of course Harrison answered almost immediately. The kids knew not to call him unless it was an emergency, and with Kizzy in the household, his nerves were even more on edge. 

"Bug, what's up? Who's hurt?"

“Dad.” He murmured. “It’s okay, nobody’s hurt, but Kiz is having these like weird contraction stitch things? She says it hurts on and off.” 

"Ah, okay. Put her on for me?"

“Kiz, he wants to speak to you.” Alfie said, moving to pass her his phone.

She took the phone. "Thank you. Sorry for making Alfie call you, Harrison. I didn't want to bother you."

Alfie settled next to her, whilst Eden disappeared into the kitchen to make her a hot water bottle, hoping it was nothing serious and she was going to be okay.

"That's okay, don't you apologise. I'm here for whatever you need, you know that. You're family." He said, voice firm but soft. "What's been happening?"

“He’s been kicking me all morning, I’ve been feeling really crummy. Haven’t been able to get comfy, but then we were sitting on the sofa watching a film and I just got this really weird pain? Well, sort of pain, kind of like a stitch? But all over. And then it went away but then it came back again.”

"Okay. How long were they lasting for?"

“Um, not very long.”

"Half a minute? More than a minute?" He pushed gently. "Were they regular?"

“Maybe half a minute? Not really regular, the first one was longer than the second and now they’ve gone?”

He hummed. "Okay. I'd just keep an eye on it, but it sounds like braxton hicks. If they get really painful, and they become regular, then call me back, okay?"

She nodded, feeling stupid. Of course they were just braxton hicks, they’d been told about it during antenatal classes, but she didn’t expect them to feel like that. “Oh. I’m sorry.”

"Hey, no. Don't you apologise. I'm glad you called me."

“I didn’t think they’d feel like this.” She mumbled. 

"That's okay. It's all new for you."

“Sorry to bother you at work.”

"It's okay, Kiz. I'd much rather you call me than worry." He said softly. 

“I am sorry, though.” She said, as Eden reappeared with the hot water bottle. “Can I use a hot water bottle to help?”

"Of course, that's a really good idea." He hummed. "But Kiz?"

“Yeah?”

"Please don't apologise, don't feel bad about calling. I'll give you a call on my break, see how you're getting on, yeah? But if you need anything between now and then, either call me or get one of the boys to, okay?"

“Okay. Thank you, Harrison.”

"You're welcome. I've gotta go now, but just take it easy, try and relax, and call if you need okay? Love you all, bye."

“Yeah, I’ll call. Thank you.” She murmured, hanging up the phone and passing it back to Alfie. Eden offered her the hot water bottle and she took it gratefully, the warmth helping to ease the tightness across her belly. 

"Want to lie on me? I'll play with your hair if you want, it always makes me feel better when Alfie does mine?" Eden offered. 

“Are you sure?”

"Yeah, of course."

She hesitated for a moment and then nodded, settling in his lap. The change in position was nice, and she sighed, readjusting the blankets around her, the hot water bottle tucked up against her. “Thank you.”

He ran his fingers through her hair. "You're welcome."

Alfie pouted from the other sofa. "First you steal my twin, now my boyfriend. When will it stop?" He teased.

"It's payback for your answer earlier." Eden shot back, grinning. 

“You can have him back later, promise.” 

"It’s okay, Kiz. I'm just glad you're okay." Alfie admitted. 

“Thanks. I feel like an idiot.”

"More than that one over there?" Eden tried to joke. 

“Maybe not. Sounds like one of you guys need to fix the Wi-Fi.”

"Probably not him."

“Oh, true. Maybe wait for Kieran to come home for that one.”

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(remembers how socialization on tumblr is a dying breed especially asks) (comes out of the gate swinging with this ask. is it out of pocket. i can’t tell?) DUDE I DIDN’T REALIZE WE SHARE SO MANY SPECIAL INTERESTS/FIXATIONS bdsm is also a special interest of mine it’s very special to me!! also tell me more about vincent van gogh (jirachi) (if you want) (you do not have to)

HELLO KIZ MY OLD FRIEND KIZ HI :D :D :D

I DO i love bdsm SO much and it's so fascinating???? i'm always down to talk about it??? the history of it and the fact that there are still so many anti-bdsm laws in place and how it intersects with queer history and and and fhsjfjskfjsjd i love. bdsm. i love bdsm SO MUCH.

and OKAY SO i got vinnie in floaroma town from an old guy and was originally planning on trading it for a mew because i was a FOOL and didn't see how WONDERFUL it was and then i kept it in my team because i was gonna swap it with ren after? shenanigans ????? i was gonna pay cash money to nintendo for lets go pikachu on ren's switch so THEY could trade me mew

and THEN i got like backed into a corner and had to use vincent and like. you know how the friendship mechanic means they'll actually dodge attacks and stuff if they love you? yeah it did that like fucking. a ridiculous amount of times in a row and kept crit-ing to impress me

and so within a single fight, vincent won me over forever and ever and ever and i have been so absolutely fucking obsessed that i DYED TEAL STREAKS INTO MY HAIR ever since. lov my little wishing star soooooooo much 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

our friend gave me his old plush and i got myself a lil sleeping jirachi desk buddy and i have a jirachi shaker charm on the way and they are ALL named vincent. here's plush vincent; i'm gonna crochet a little baby harness so i can carry it around with me all the time, hehe

And this is my desk buddy!

i will reblog this and share both the shaker and the shop i got it from when it gets here in like, a month o7 i special ordered it and the person who's making it is SO nice and deserves way more traffic than she's getting. it's styled like a tamagotchi???? and vincent will just be in there. getting shaken. like he shook me. i love it i love it i love it so much i am frothing at the fucking mouth i love this fucking pokemon so much fudjfhsifgshfhsjfhsjdhhdjdhfjejfhf

my fucking cinnamon apple aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa