#he is so cute …. i want to cradle birdie in my hands

[unriding]

the sweetest retriever and her shadow guard crow 🐦‍⬛

[enkas-illusion]

A Good Daddy

Fandom / Pairing: Jujutsu Kaisen / Gojo Satoru x f!reader

Rating: NSFW/Explicit - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Genre/Theme: Established relationship/marriage; non-sorcery au

Content warning: fluff, light angst, smut, oral (f.receiving), piv sex, bondage, dom!gojo, sub!reader, brat taming, overstimulation, pregnancy kink, unprotected sex, explicit sexual content, language.

Summary: Husband!Gojo with a pregnancy kink. When he sees you babysitting your close friend’s baby and can’t get the idea of seeing you with a baby bump, carrying his child, out of his head.

Author's Note: Satoru would be such a great dad and you can’t convince me otherwise! The kids are sure to be his exact clones, trusting him with their life cause they know their daddy is just that great 🥹🥹🥹. Daddy Gojo has taken over my brain and is manspreading on my thoughts! As always, I hope you enjoy this one shot. Thank you for reading! 

~ Eren’s Birdie

Song Dedication: Married Life (from UP) by Michael Giacchino / Daddy’s Home by USHER (aka Gojo theme™)

“Sup, how's it hanging? Long time no see,” you say coolly as you see your husband walking out of the kitchen towards you.

You have your knitting kit in hand, body nestling into the soft cushions of the sofa, belly feeling like it’s about to burst after the delicious dinner you just had. 

Satoru lifts your feet up before resting them on his lap as he sits on the opposite end of the sofa. He's massaging your feet with utmost care.

“Where do I even begin?! A lot has happened since we last saw each other about 10 minutes ago. I washed the dishes!” He sighs, raising his eyebrows in an exaggerated manner while his palm presses flat on the bottom of your foot to stretch your achilles tendon, melting the stiffness away, “And what about you? How have you been, stranger?”

You hold the half knitted lavender patch up to show it to him, “I am making a beanie for Hina. It's getting colder so I figured she'd have a cute little warm beanie to go on her cute little head.” 

Satoru crinkles his nose at this before confessing, “Cute. Do we need to babysit her anytime soon again? I miss the little devil.”

“‘Toru, I doubt Rin and Kento go out without their baby that often,” you let out a breathy laugh when he massages the top of your foot with a soothing firmness.

“Maybe we should make one of our own then I'll miss her less,” Satoru pouts, trying to test the waters carefully to see if it was the right chance to bring up the topic. Afterall, it's what he had been thinking about the entire week.

The baby in question was 8 months old Hina, your best friend's baby. The couple rarely went out ever since they had the baby – so the handful of times that Rin and her husband Kento needed a babysitter, you’d happily volunteered, not minding it ruining your Saturday night plans.

And although Satoru would pout at this each time, he secretly didn’t mind taking care of the toddler with you. It almost felt like a ‘trial’ run for when you’d have your own kids in the future – mini versions of you and him. And so he looked forward to babysitting little Hina as he got glimpses of the motherly side of you.

Your husband knew that you wanted to wait a while before you made the huge decision of bringing a child into this world and he was on the same page… until recently. He knew he was having a change of heart on the matter when his daydreams of seeing you with a baby bump started to spiral out of control over the last month.

What broke the camel’s back was an incident from a week ago – when he’d rushed out of the room to tell you he’d won a game of Counter-Strike against Suguru, you’d gently motioned him to be quiet, cradling the sleeping baby in your lap. He silently made his way to you when he saw the baby was clutching a strand of your hair in her sleep. Since you couldn’t move, he took it on himself to free your hair from the toddler’s strong grip. But just as he did that, Hina wrapped her tiny fingers around his thumb, holding it tightly in her sleep. When he looked up at you, you smiled at him with your loving eyes – it was when he’d decided that he wanted to impregnate you asap.

He had trouble falling asleep that night. You, on the other hand, were sleeping peacefully, after fulfilling your duty as the babysitter diligently. You’d wished Satoru goodnight right after handing Hina over to her parents, who’d returned from their date well into the night, leaving no opportunity for your husband to bring up the topic. 

With much difficulty when he did manage to fall asleep, he’d woken up sweating profusely at the wet dream he had where he came inside you instead of pulling out as per usual. He turned to his side trying his best to control his urges to recreate his dream as he slid his hand up under your tshirt to play with your soft nipples, making you stir in your sleep.

“Wifey… let’s make a baby,” he’d whispered, peppering your neck with soft kisses. You mumbled something incoherent as you turned to wrap your arm around his waist, still deep asleep. He sighed as he pulled his hand away, forcing himself to fall asleep, convincing himself that it was just his horny fantasies talking.

Oh how wrong he was! Here he was, a week later, baby fever running higher than ever. 

You look up from the knitting hooks, before giggling, “Yeah, right…”

“Love, I’m serious,” he mumbles, bringing your left leg up to his face to kiss your foot.

“‘Toru, why are you springing this on me so suddenly? You agreed we'd wait a while…” you sigh as you begin, sitting up as you pull your feet away from his hold.

“Yes but–”

“Satoru… we just got married. We need to get used to our married life first. We need to be with each other before we decide to bring a whole new being into this world,” you explain softly, telling him things he already knew.

“But technically, we've been together for almost 6 years now, I say we're beyond ready,” he protests.

“No, I doubt we're mature enough for the responsibility,” you retort.

“But imagine mini versions of us two running around the house,” he places his hands on your feet once again, pleading with a twinkle in his eyes akin to a kid begging for candy at a store.

“Please! My genes won't even fight, our baby will look like you,” you laugh.

“Then we can just make another one,” he says in a playful tone.

“Well… I have a feeling both of our babies will end up looking like you,” you roll your eyes at him.

“Then what about the next 2?” he says hopefully.

“Next 2? ONLY 2!” you scold him softly. He raises an eyebrow at you and you give him a calculated reasoning, “Just so that they have someone they share an unbreakable bond with and aren't lonely while growing up.”

“Exactly! I say the more the merrier!” he squeezes your feet in excitement.

“Satoru, I'm not a baby machine!” you slide your leg to his lap to nudge his thigh jokingly, “Besides, counting you I'd have 3 babies anyway.”

“Now you're just coming up with whatever excuses,” he snickers, slapping your foot away before shuffling to sit closer to you.

“Oh really?” you furrow your eyebrows as you sit up completely in front of him, sensing the conversation taking a serious turn. You place the knitting yarn and hook to the side on the coffee table.

“Yes really,” he kisses your temple to dissolve the wrinkle there. He always does that whenever you seem annoyed at him as he knows it never fails to make you giggle instantly. However, you simply fold your arms over your chest and give him a stern look.

“No… don’t do this. Talk to me Satoru, I’m serious…” you speak and he drops the playful act, nodding and signalling you to put your point across before he gets his chance to speak.

You sigh as you begin, “You’re the love of my life and I don't doubt for a second that you'd be an amazing father with time but I also believe you don't have the attention span or patience that taking care of a newborn requires, at least for now.”

“Are you being serious right now?” he folds his hands over his chest, sitting up straight.

The crinkle on your forehead fades as you try to find the best words to explain your point to your husband without seeming too harsh, “I'm sorry love, I'm not trying to be mean. I'm just saying… for example, when I was trying to get Hina to sleep, you were screaming at your xbox each time something happened. It made her wake up a few times before she finally fell asleep–”

“You should’ve told me, I would’ve tried to be quiet,” he pouts, slumping and leaning back on the sofa.

“‘Toru… I literally called your phone since I couldn’t yell at you but you were too busy with your game to notice.”

“You know I don't play everyday– okay, if it’s just that, I don’t see a problem. I can change that habit,” he says with a determined look on his face.

“Baby, I'm not trying to change you. But you have to realise that things change drastically when there’s a baby involved, whether you want them to or not,” you explain and he can tell you’re tired by the way your voice sounds. You bring your hand up to rub your temple, letting out a deep exhale.

He dips his head low, mumbling something along the lines of ‘but I'd be a good dad.’

“You tried to feed her chocolate saying she loved the taste! You're not supposed to feed them stuff like that till they're like… one! I don’t think you’re ready for such a huge responsibility just yet,” The tone of your voice is strict, a little louder than you’d like it to be and you already feel guilty at raising your voice at him.

He opens his mouth as if to say something but then shuts it back again. “What is it?” you urge him to speak.

“Nothing… it’s alright, I get it. You don't want me to be the father of your babies,” He mutters as he tries getting up. You grab his wrist to stop him from leaving, giving him a ‘you know that's not true’ look.

He sighs as he sits back down, “Okay maybe what you're saying is kinda true. I don't know much about babies besides the fact that they're like cute mini humans. But I can learn, you know? No one has a manual on how to be the best father but I know I will give it my 100%”

When he sees a faint smile return to your face, it encourages him to continue to convince you, “Maybe I might surprise you. Remember when you first thought I wasn't the type to take aftercare seriously but then you told me how surprised you were when I made you feel good during and after our first time?”

“Yeah,” you blush at him, rolling your eyes playfully, “You are good at that.”

“So let me show you baby… I’ll prove it to you, I'll be the best daddy,” He leans his weight on your body, trapping you between the cushions to kiss you. You wrap your arms around his neck, moaning into his mouth when his hands play with your breasts from over your t-shirt. 

When he dips his face down to your neck, sucking you where he knows will have you putty in his hand, you take a shaky breath, biting your lip at the sensation.

“Can’t wait to fill you up with my cum– gonna make your pretty belly swell,” he whispers as his head moves down, lifting up your t-shirt along with your bra to expose your chest before latching his mouth onto one of your hardened buds.

You bring your hands down to place them firmly on his chest as you push him away lightly, letting out a heavy sigh. Satoru stops as he moves back up to look into your eyes, eyebrows knitted.

You simply let out another sigh as you break eye contact to look to the side. He waits for you to speak but when the moment passes, he pulls away completely. You pull your t-shirt down and fix your bra quietly, actively avoiding his gaze.

“I'm going to bed, night,” he mumbles, getting up off the sofa to retire to the bedroom without waiting for your reply. He didn't kiss you good night, he almost never does that unless he's really upset. But why can't he understand where you're coming from?

Can't you understand where he’s coming from?

You close your eyes briefly as you slump onto the sofa. You rest one arm on your forehead as your head starts going into overthinking mode. However, your train of thought is broken before it can reach a destination when your phone vibrates in your pocket. You pull it out lazily as you open the text you’d just received from Rin.

Rin:

Look how cute this is! I never knew I had this in my phone!

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You download the picture and your heart flutters when you see that it’s a photo of Satoru holding baby Hina in a loving embrace. It’s a picture taken on your wedding day, your husband’s crisp white shirt wrinkled by the way he’s holding the baby and smiling at her lovingly. She must’ve been barely 2 months old at the wedding. You can’t help but smile at the photo, your heart aching when you remember that the same man is sleeping in the other room, upset with you. You’re pulled out of your thoughts once again when your phone rings.

“Did you see the picture? Aren’t they the cutest? I was just telling Kento about how I wish you guys should have a baby soon. It’d make Hina a big sister,” your friend squeals. You laugh back at her but it’s due to the absurdity of her timing.

“Seriously, I’d love to see Satoru being a dad,” she adds when you don’t say anything.

You laugh again, “Right, that makes it the two of you.”

“What do you mean?” she asks.

“I mean that Satoru and I just had a small disagreement about this,” you press your hand to your temple, massaging it. 

Rin stays quiet for a moment before you hear her speak again, “Do you remember that day? He had taken off his suit coat, not because he was worried Hina would spoil it, but because he thought the fabric of his shirt was softer for her to rest her head on.”

You nod, not realising she can’t see you, before you reply with a quiet ‘hmm’.

“All I’m saying is that I know you fear him being too easy going, but Satoru is a serious guy, he knows when to take responsibility diligently,” your friend continues, reminding you of the things you already know and adore about your man. 

You almost tear up – you'd been overthinking this so much that you forgot to acknowledge Satoru for the man that he is. Of course he'd be a great dad!

Even if Rin hears you sniff, she doesn’t comment on it. Instead she asks, “Oh by the way, do you have her blue binky?”

“Huh?”

“It must be at your place. I can't find it here and Hina’s been raising hell cause it's one of her favourites,” Rin explains.

“Oh, just a min–” You look around the sofa, digging your hands into the creases and corners in hopes of finding it. 

“It's here!” you exclaim but your smile fades as you observe the tiny object in your hand, a realisation hitting you with the speed of lightning.

You had been projecting. Sure, having a baby was going to be hard but you were worried about being a bad mother more than Satoru being a bad father. Taking care of a growing life, who’s primarily dependent on you for everything, requires a lot of patience. Making sure your tiny human receives everything it deserves isn’t an easy task at all times. 

Yet, despite all of this, if there’s one thing you knew without a speck of doubt, it was that you wouldn’t want to do it with anyone else but the love of your life, Gojo Satoru. You're brought back to reality, breaking from your ruminations when you hear your friend’s voice calling your name once again.

“Sorry… hey– let me call you back?” you mumble.

“Sure, take care. Good night. See you tomorrow,” your friend speaks softly before hanging up. 

You drop your phone on the sofa as you get up to make your way to the bedroom. When you walk in, you find Satoru sleeping on his side, his back turned to you.

“Baby, are you asleep?” you speak softly. He doesn't respond but you know he's awake – he can never fall asleep when he's lying on his right side.

Shit, he’s really mad.

You quietly strip off your sweatpants and t-shirt, leaving you only in your bra and underwear before hopping on the bed to get closer to your husband.

“‘Toru, my love,” you coo softly as you kiss his cheek from behind. He turns to look at you, poker face on. You catch his eyes wandering down to your cleavage briefly but he doesn’t break his composure nonetheless.

You lean forward to press your chest against his, kissing him on the lips but he's annoyingly stiff. You sit back up as you pout at him.

“Please don't be mad at me baby,” you murmur as your fingers draw lazy circles over the expanse of his chest. Just as you move your hand down his torso, dangerously closer to his crotch, he grabs your wrist and flips your bodies so that you’re trapped under him.

Your giggles come to an abrupt halt and you bite your lip when you feel his hips press against you, fully aware of his evidently erect bulge.

“And why shouldn't I be mad at you?” He mocks, bringing his right hand up to your neck, his long fingers gripping the sides firmly.

“Because you love me?” You pout as you bat your eyelashes at him. He lets out a dry chuckle as his fingers choke you lightly.

“Not enough. Gotta try harder than that baby.”

“I'm sorry, ‘Toru… maybe you can forgive the mother of your future children,” you bring a hand up to caress his cheek.

“Hmm… should I?” He says, adding a bit more pressure. When you let out a quiet gasp, he dips his head down to kiss your parted lips hungrily. Your breathing gets heavier as his tongue explores your mouth, the sloppy wetness of your salivas mixing together making your pussy throb in excitement. Your hands move up to his hair, tugging at his blonde locks.

You whimper into his mouth when he bites your lower lip, pulling it out before releasing it with a soft plop. His grip on your throat releases as his hand slides underneath to unclasp your bra before hastily taking it off and tossing it aside.

You cup his face so that he’s looking into your eyes when you speak. His demeanour almost collapses at what you say next.

“Satoru… don’t pull out. Please fill me up. Don't stop till you put a baby in my belly,” you say timidly, the heat in your cheeks rising. He knows that you know just how much your words get to him and use it to your advantage often – usually he’d let you but this time, he doesn't want to let you have your way with him just yet. He wants to toy with you for a bit first.

“Maybe I've changed my mind?” he says with a smug look on his face. Your hands move down to his hips, hooking into the band of his sweatpants to push them down along with his underwear to his thighs, freeing his dick from its restraints. You lift your hips up to feel his hard on against your core. 

“I doubt,” you bite back, deceitful innocence in your eyes, “...but I could just go to sleep if you're not up for it.”

Your husband lets out a low chuckle as he grabs your jaw firmly, shaking his head at you, “You're not going anywhere until I'm done with you.”

In an attempt to rile him up further, you decide to mock him as you repeat his words in a condescending tone, “You're not going anywhere until– AHH!”

Big mistake.

Within a second Satoru flips you over till you're lying on your stomach, caging you in place with his knees dipping into the mattress on either side of you. He leans back to pull your underwear off and your heart picks up its pace when he grabs both your wrists to tie them behind your back with the flimsy fabric in a tight, makeshift knot.

He pushes your head into the pillow before landing a rough slap on your ass. He kneads the skin right after to soothe the stinging sensation.

“‘Toru–” you whimper. He ignores your pleading voice, simply tapping two fingers over your ass. You know what he wants and you obey immediately, lifting your hips up off the mattress. He folds your thighs further in till your back is arched with your ass up in the air, on display for him.

“You know what happens when you act bratty,” he kneads your asscheeks with both of his hands before clawing at the flesh. You push back in response and he laughs, “... or maybe you’re just a masochist.”

He lands another sharp spank, causing you to let out a tiny sob into the pillow. 

“Tell me what you want baby,” he teases. Your head turns to the side, hoping to catch a glimpse of his face behind you but your movement’s restricted, rendering your attempts useless.

If there’s one thing that Satoru claims to lose his mind over is the look in your eyes. He often calls your eyes his ‘weakness’, confessing he’d do anything you ask of him when you look at him with those fucked out eyes during sex. So for him to take away his weakness, typically with a blindfold, is when you know you’re really fucked.

“Didn’t you have a lot to say just now, love?” he mocks and you feel two fingers glide over your exposed cunt. You sigh at the sensation, letting out soft moans when his fingers begin to play with your folds.

“‘Toru– more,” you beg and he slides two fingers inside you. You hum in pleasure but huff when you’re reminded of the annoyance of being restricted each time you try to move your arms.

His movements are excruciatingly slow and it’s making you lose your mind and patience. You try to chase his touch, failing miserably at getting him to push his fingers deeper inside you. Satoru lets out a condescending chuckle at your poor attempt, “Are you really that desperate for me baby?”

You huff and you’re about to complain but it turns into broken moans when he starts pumping his fingers into you – the squelching sound of your pussy blending with drawn out cries of his name.

“Aww, does my wife like it when I do this?” he teases, curving his fingers inside to rub your walls, massaging a particular spot that has you begging him for more. Your thighs tremble and your pussy flutters around his fingers. “Guess she really does!” you hear him squeal before he pulls his fingers out completely, depriving you of all contact within a second.

“Satoru! S– stop being so mean!” you scold him with shallow breaths.

“Satoru! Stop being so mean!” he laughs as he mocks you, his fingers lightly grazing over your folds.

“Baby… pl–please, I’m sorry,” you cry, desperate for his touch.

“What for, baby?” he nudges further, his finger inching towards your clit.

“For teasing you– mmh,” you whimper when he rubs over the bundle of nerves.

“But that’s not why I’m mad…”

“‘Toru please–”

“Yes?” he sings.

“Fuc– I’m sorry… I was wrong, you’ll be a great dad– ahh,” you squeeze your eyes shut when he pinches your clit.

“That’s it,” he coos softly and you feel him come up behind you to kiss your shoulder, “was that so hard, baby?” he moves down to bite one of your tied wrists, moving further down to kiss the skin over your tailbone. You feel his fingers dig into your ass, pulling the flesh apart before diving his face down as he begins lapping at your cunt with a brutal pace. 

Your ass jerks up at the sudden touch and he continues his ministrations, alternating between sucking your clit and licking down till his tongue’s dipping inside your hole, wiggling it in. You twist your wrists, feeling the urge to grab at something, anything to steady yourself, yet it’s a futile attempt.

“Toru– too much,” your tears wetting the pillow as you feel your legs shake, threatening to collapse at any moment. Satoru is quick to sit up straight and you feel his shuffling movement behind you and see him toss the bundle of his clothes to the side before settling behind you once again, wedging his knees between yours to spread them wider. He taps his swollen tip over your folds, rubbing it back and forth to coat it with your wet slick. 

Your eyes roll to the back of your head when you feel him push the tip in, splitting your walls to adjust to his length. Once he’s completely buried inside you, he grips the side of your hips to support you, “Gonna fill you up so good baby.”

“Oh god– Sa–toru–” you howl when he pulls almost his entire length out before thrusting back into you. When his pace builds up, your body jerks slightly forward due to the force of his thrusts. His grip on your sides tightens as he pulls your hips back to slam you back against him.

The sound of your skin slapping fills the air along with both of your moans and groans. When you wiggle your wrists again in a desperate attempt, the knot loosens just enough for you to wring your wrist free. You bring one hand down to support your weight while the other moves behind you to claw at his forearm.

Satoru hisses at the sudden contact as he twists your wrist, holding it against your lower back while his other hand snakes around your throat, pulling you back till you’re sitting up flush against his chest. His other hand hooks around your waist as he starts bouncing your torso up and down on his dick at the same time he slams up into you.

You free the hand behind your back to pull his face closer while twisting your neck to look back, kissing him frantically, the wet trail of your tears smudging and transferring onto his skin. 

At a particularly rough thrust, Satoru’s knee slides slightly, making his balance stumble a bit. He lets out a breathy ‘fuck’ as he pulls out abruptly. 

“‘Toru?”

“Shhh–” he orders as he grips your waist tightly to pull you down till you both are lying down on your left side, his chest pressed against your back. He adjusts his position to hook your legs around his, opening you up wider for him as he brings his hand down to guide his dick back near your entrance to shove it in your swollen hole. 

His hand is shaky as he brings it to your clit to rub circles as he resumes thrusting into you ruthlessly once again. You cry his name out loud at how good this new motion hits and he bites your shoulder. You know he’s close by how erratic his thrusts get.

His other arm that is placed beneath you comes up to pinch your nipples, the added stimulation is too intense for you as you feel the muscles in your stomach tighten more than they already have. His nose buries in the crook of your neck as his lips bite your skin harshly. When he starts sucking on your favourite spot behind your ear, it causes goosebumps to rise all over your body.

You claw at his biceps as you turn your head back to look at him. He looks so fucked out and the fact that he gets this way only for you is what overwhelms your senses even further.

“Fuck–” his eyebrows knit as he leans down to kiss you. You feel your body twitch as the knot in your stomach gets tighter and tighter before letting go completely, causing your walls to pulse around his cock as you reach your orgasm.

Your moans are swallowed by his kisses and your grip on his locks loosens. When you break away from the kiss to catch your breath, you stare at his face and your eyebrows knit when you see the way a string of saliva connects your lips with his. Your chest heaves as you look into his eyes and you can tell he’s close. 

“Fuck– fuck– shi–” he grunts as he shuts his eyes, biting your shoulder once again and you feel him shoot his load inside, painting your walls. With broken thrusts, he slows down before stopping completely. He stays inside you for a few seconds before pulling out and shutting your legs close to keep his cum from spilling out.

You let out a tired laugh at this as you close your eyes, suddenly feeling hyper aware of everything that had just transpired, too embarrassed to look him in the eyes. He readjusts your position so that you’re lying flat on your back, while he moves on top of you till his head is resting on the valley of your breasts. 

You open your eyes when you feel him tug at your wrist and you see him free it from your underwear that was still hanging limply there. As he holds the fabric up, you see that the elasticity of its band had been completely destroyed. You see red marks on your wrist where it was secured tightly. Satoru pulls your hand down to kiss your wrist, mumbling a ‘sorry’ and turning his head to kiss your other wrist.

You simply hum as you close your eyes again, calming your breathing and nerves. You feel him rub circles over your stomach before moving down to kiss you over your belly button. He brings both his hands up to intertwine his fingers with yours, peppering soft kisses all over your stomach.

“So… care to explain what changed your mind so quickly?” he asks.

You nod as you slowly open your eyes, gulping as you look down to meet his gaze. He moves up till he’s at your eye level, expectantly waiting for your answer, pinning your hands to the sides of your head.

You bite your lip nervously as you begin, “Sorry for insinuating that you’d be a bad father. It wasn’t my intention – I just got scared. I know you’ll be a great papa, I don’t doubt it for a second…” you look away to avoid his gaze, “... sorry for projecting my insecurities onto you– I’m just worried if I’d be able to be a good mom.”

“Baby… you’re so smart, yet sometimes you say the dumbest shit,” he chuckles softly as he brings one hand up to cup your face, “I’ve seen the way you take care of Hina… seeing you be so kind and loving is what made me go crazy about wanting our own babies. I want kids because I’d get to be a parent with you… so that you can be the mother of my children. Don’t go thinking about crazy hypotheticals like that!”

“Hmm, thank you baby. But taking care of Hina is easy when it’s only for a couple of hours at a time. Having our own baby will be like a full time job. I listen to the way Rin sometimes jokes that she doesn’t even have time alone with Kento cause she’s so tired oft–”

“Hey, hey… breathe,” Satoru interrupts you, resting his forehead against yours and your face relaxes as you close your eyes, taking deep breaths. “Even if all of that is true, you have me with you. I’m not leaving your side even for a second, my love. We’re in this together. Taking care of our baby and his pretty mommy is my responsibility and I’m gonna do it right.”

You feel the tears well up in your eyes as you look up at him and he smiles softly at you, “I love you.”

You tilt your head slightly to kiss him before speaking, “I love you so much Satoru. I wouldn’t want to have anyone else’s baby.”

“Oh thank goodness! Wanting a baby only with your husband is the ideal thing after all,” he laughs breathily and you slap his chest lightly. 

“Besides, I think we’ll be ready by the time I actually conceive. I’ve heard that it takes a few months for some couples, so who knows, right?” you think out loud.

“Please,” he snickers, “I’ve got the best swimmers, there’s no way in hell you won’t be pregnant after tonight…”

You giggle as you pull him down till he’s lying on top of you completely like your own personal weighted blanket.

He nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck, “... but just to be sure, let’s go another round… make it certain.”

“‘Toru! I’m tired” you laugh as you try to pull him off of you but he continues kissing down your neck. You close your eyes at how sensitive your skin feels against his kisses.

“Then just lie down. I’ll do all the work, princess,” your husband winks at you before circling his tongue around one of your already hardened nipples. 

You hum contentedly as you rest your head back down, melting into the pillow and accepting your fate – you were going to have to run on very little sleep tomorrow.

~fin~

[critical-goat]

The Brothers Animal Forms

I know animal forms are something talked about a lot, but... I also wanted to chip in my two sense on the matter <3

Also thank you to the Discord server pals for inspiring this. All chosen for fun rather than realism.

 general head canons

while they can choose what animal they turn into, it takes extra energy to maintain a form that isn’t their familiar animal

they can’t exactly how that form appears, so their appearance for that form is consistent each transformation, but not necessarily the same compared to other forms

Lucifer

His default animal form is, unsurprisingly, a peacock. He’s been known to occasionally turn into a bat or a wolf if the need arises.

His feathers are solid black and shiny and his tail feathers sport blindingly white eye stalks (if you stick him in a dark room they glow!!)

If he has to go with you while shapeshifted, he WILL park himself right on your shoulder like a cantankerous shoulder ornament. His tail feathers are always draped over your shoulder, looking like a kick ass cape and if he tucks his head around your neck just right, he could be mistaken for a weird and clunky accessory. He does eventually get to be too much for your shoulders (bc these bastards weigh like 20 pounds, its ok at first but after awhile it gets HEAVY)

Even as a bird, he has a stare that would make all but the hardiest turn tail and run and given that peacocks are dicks and prone to violence, no one would think twice about getting close. (it goes double when they realize holy shit its the freaking Avatar of Pride)

You’re going to be hard pressed to convince him to turn into anything else. His wolf form closely resembles Cerberus but don’t mention it or accuse him of loving his dog, he’ll deny everything.

If you try to convince people Lucifer is your emotional support animal, he will bite you when no one is looking. Affectionately and in a very unsexy manner.

Mammon

Default is a magpie, shiny black with a big white patch upon his chest. Sees no reason to turn into anything else. (I can see him taking a liking to ferrets just to hang off your shoulder like a floppy noodle)

Mammon refuses to NOT go with you, so he’ll sneak his little birdy butt into your bags when you go somewhere and hide out until you get somewhere he can (spy on) guard you from afar.

He’s found its a lot easier to snitch anything that catches his eye when he’s a bird, but he also doesn’t.... really have a way to distinguish bird instinct saying “oh, shiny. must keep” and “oh that’s something actually valuable” and at the end of the day he has more stuff that bird brain thought was valuable than things that are actually valuable.

Might explain why he tends to get away his thievery.

Leviathan

Itty bitty little snake!! Only alternative is Very Big snake. Bigger than a house. Could probably bite a ship in half (are we sure that’s a snake and not his true form??)

Narrow face and dark sleek scale. Longer than he is thick (wait are we still talking about snakes or- *bonk*)

Wraps himself around your neck like a scarf, and as much as he wants to hide away from prying eyes, could NEVER work up the courage to hide himself in your clothes, especially wrapping around your torso. What, are you trying to give him a heart attack or something!?

Please bring a sufficiently large enough bag for him to hide in, he can’t take all the stares.

Has the most boopable snoot. Do it. He’ll be upset if you do it in front of anyone.

Satan

Despite the current reputation of the unicorn in pop culture, there’s a reason they’re Satan’s familiars. The real ones are spiteful creatures and prone to fits of mischief.

But unicorns aren’t exactly..... inconspicuous or allowed into enclosed spaces. So he does have alternatives he often turns to instead. Go ahead and guess what he turns into...... If you guessed a cat, you are correct.

As a unicorn he’s a pale sandy color, with slender legs, hoof ‘feathering’, the traditional tufted tail, and a branching, jagged horn.

Cat Satan is rather petite, and ginger in color and the type of cat that will knock over a full glass of water for your attention. PET HIM DAMMIT. (Also has a boopable snoot, more receptive than Levi)

If you must bring him along as a cat, he will insist on trying to balance on your shoulder. Eventually gives up and settles for letting you cradle him oh so gently as you walk.

... It’s not that bad. Oh wait, is that Lucifer staring him down? Suddenly its become the best and only way to accompany you places. take that you cantankerous bastar-

Asmodeus

Scorpion bab. As much as he finds beauty in his insect familiar, they’re not for travel. Can usually be found as rabbit instead. (insert horny joke here) The prettiest little bun you’ll ever see. Has also been known to turn into a sparrow and a stag.

Tiny bun, can fit in your hands for optimal ease of carrying. Champagne colors, with cute lil droopy ears and a dark nose.

He insists you carry him with you one of two ways. On your shoulder and continuing to pet and cradle him or in a fashionable bag. No compromising on it either.

Adores the attention he gets from strangers. He is rather adorable, isn’t he? <3

Wait, Asmo stop charming people into giving you more pats you fiend.

Good luck getting untangled from all the crowding people.

Beelzebub

A fly. Has been known to turn into other bugs (mostly beetles) and not much else.

As a beetle, he’s a very bright and vibrant red color.

He’s followed you around as a fly before and it was ok for a bit.... but you keep mistaking him for a regular fly and swatting him, much to your horror. Its ok, he knows you wouldn’t have if you remembered (somehow that makes you feel worse than if he’d been upset)

Eventully he opted for the beetle instead (its not any less confusing some times but the number of swats goes down significantly)

You don’t know why, but for some reason you were possessed to bedazzle beetle Beel exactly once. He came out so very pretty. You even managed to tie a ribbon on one of his atennae. Very pretty indeed. You still have pictures of the incident.

Beel was a very good sport about it.

Belphegor

Cow man. He refuses to turn into anything else. Too much effort. Once he turns into a cow, you’ll have a cow on your hands for quite some time, finding that he doesn’t care enough to turn back just yet.

Fuzzy cow, very long fur, droopy ears, and big soulful eyes. Wicked dangerous horn, though. He’s tried to trample Lucifer a large handful of times, Diavolo at least twice, and tried to gore Satan once. (Satan won that battle and he decided never again)

You’re not getting him to go anywhere. Even if he could be convinced to physically moce somewhere, its not like anyone is gonna let a whole cow in.

And so, for a great many reasons, cow Belphie happens very rarely

He makes for a wonderful pillow though.

[the-witch-of-one-piece]

Hello boss! This idea just came up bcs it happened but can I request a hc with Marco during his young days of still adjusting to his full Zoan form?

I imagine him learning how to fly yet don't know how to land and just dove straight into someone (rip to the pigeon that didn't know how to pigeon and landed straight into my pool, don't worry the lil birdie is safe). And that someone is s/o who is always ready to save him unknowing that this unfortunate day she will be the receiving end of the burning turkey pineapple. You can make it as funny or fluff as you want, thank you!

Hey Boss Anon!!!! OMG THIS IS SUCH A GOOD IDEA!!!!!!! Omg Im excited to write this! So let's base this right around the time before he joins whiteboards crew. The quote referred on her was by Anne Baxter I hope you enjoy!

Marco x Fem reader: Still new to this

"Okay okay here we go again." he said. Taking a collective breath he began to form into the phoenix. No problem forming the bird but it was flying he was trying to nail it. Taking one leap in the air he began to sore into the sky. His arms were a bit wobbly, as he flapped his wings soaring higher and higher peaking down to to see the green hills and the homes below, the walk path as people looked up seeing the blue bird in the sky. Some people looked in amazed seeing the creature pass pointing as he flew by.. He was feeling very confident about his flying as he continued to soar through the sky.

Sure he got the flying down now but how to get down would be a challenge. He was looking for a place to settle down on the ground paying too much attention he didn't see the birds coming towards him. Last mins paying attention they startled him jerk down so he wouldn't clash into them.He couldn't control his flight anymore he was falling fast.

You were sitting down under a tree trying to finished a book. But something caught your eyes as you looked up. Seeing this blue creature falling from the sky almost like it was injured. You closed you book. It was too big to be a hawk or any kind of bird you seen before. Seeing it crashing into you pool. You immediately ran to the pool seen the creature struggling up you dove in.

Marco was stressing unable to breath feeling his body becoming heavy. Who the hell has a 8ft deep pool in their back yard. Is this how he was really going to die? Crap there was so much more he wanted to do with his life. Underneath the water his vision a bit blurry the chlorine from the water slightly burning his eyes . Feeling a pair of arms lifting him up. The first gasp of air was all he could think of. Feeling a bit light headed as he was looking up at the sky feeling himself being pulling out of the pool and laid on the floor. "Hey you are you okay?" your hands were on his cheeks peeking down at him the worried expression on your face. His vision was a bit blurry till his eyes settled the vision becoming clear his eyes looking back at yours. The slight bit a pink tinting covering his cheeks seeing the dewy wide eye girl looking back at him. Did she just jump in the pool and recuse me?

He sat up quickly turning his head to the side, blushing as he was scratch the back of his head. "thank you yoi"

"I could have sworn I seen a creature like bird falling from the sky." you looked at him.

"Well it was me too. Sorry still trying to figure out how to control it."

"Control it? Wait are you part bird?" cocking your brow at him. He let out a little laugh. As he explain he ate a devil fruit zoan type mythical creatures. You were rather intrigued how he was trying to control it but he was having the issues of landing.

"Why not slowing down the speed enough to start off." you suggested to him. He should have thought of that too.

"You might be onto something. I didn't get you name yoi." He looked at you pinning your hair up.

"Its _______. how about you bird man?" slightly teasing him.

"Bird man you have jokes I like that.... Marco."

"Before you fell into my pool I actually was reading mythical story. Maybe it was fate you may need to hear it the quote stated It's best to have failure happen early in life. It wakes up the Phoenix bird in you so you rise from the ashes"

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Once Marco finally mastered his flying and landing abilities it took weeks for him to do. You cheered him on throughout the whole way. He was pretty cute too maybe a crush developing. Hearing his dreams how he wanted to see the world. You knew he could do he had a lot of determination when his mind was set on something he was going to do it. When a prominent pirate by the name of Whitebeard came to the island he join his crew as an apprentice. Now you hear seeing him set off. You were going to miss the afternoons you both spent together. "I promise to write to you yoi." You rubbed your upper arm looking down. You didn't want to say goodbye yet. "what's with the long face?"

"Well you know I'm not going to see you anymore. You will see other people and forget about me." you avoided the eye contact with him.

"I won't forget about about you I promise that." he cradle you in his hands he kiss the tip of your nose then a small kiss on the lip. "Keep an eye for for my letters I will be back for you promise yoi."

[stariwrites]

Hmmm so earlier I was thinking about hawks laying in bed at night fanboying over working with endeavor but like take that with an S/O hyping him up and supporting him. Maybe he's a lil nervous to be working with the number one and his S/O cheers him on 😌

This the cutest thing🥺🥺

Pairing: Hawks x GN Reader

Warnings: A boat load of fluff, some angst, Hawks doesn’t realize how amazing he is but the reader comforts him, mentions of insecurity

The two of you are in bed and he’s just looking up at the ceiling with a happy smile on his face talking about how cool Endeavor is and how excited he is to meet him and partner up with him. You’re listening intently, stroking his hair every so often with an extremely fond look on your face until he frowns.

He turns to you with wide eyes, “What if he doesn’t like me?”

You stare at your boyfriend with furrowed brows. No matter how long you’ve been together it still baffles you that he doesn’t see how amazing he really is. Part of you burns with hatred towards the commission. Quickly you shove the thought away and playfully hit his chest. 

“None of that, you’re the greatest person there if anything Endeavor should be worried you won’t like him.” 

“Do you mean it?” He asks, cocking his head to the side as if he doesn’t believe your words. You silently hope Endeavor won’t hurt him, if he does you don’t know how Keigo would ever recover.

To the world he’s Hawks, the number two hero, the fastest and the charismatic. To you he’s Keigo Takami, a man trying to make a difference. Your heart breaks at the sight of him so nervous and scared like he doesn’t amount to Endeavor. 

You’ve barely seen his hero in the media and when you do you aren’t impressed. You want to tell him he’s ten times the man Endeavor will ever be, but hold yourself back. It would break his heart if he found out yo were skeptic about the number one.

Instead you cup his face with a soft smile. “I do Keigo, you know me I don’t say things I don’t mean and if he even thinks about insulting you I will revoke his kneecap privileges,” you say beginning to tickle his sides. 

He giggles cutely swatting at you to get away but you don’t relent. 

“So violent,” he says between breathy puffs of air, your smile widens. 

“Indeed,” you say while the two of you begin to wrestle as you tickle each other. “Me in all my glory taking on the number one hero. I’d make him ever regret the day he was rude to the love of my life.” 

He gasps, beginning to roll back and forth as you lean over him getting the upper hand. His wings are flapping against the floor as he tosses his head back.

“No more, I’m gonna pee, no more!” He breathes out, you laugh with him and continue your assault on his sides when out of nowhere his wing slaps you. You fall off the bed with an oof and groan. 

Slowly, you push yourself up with your arms behind you, Keigo’s still on the bed catching his breath until you hear the familiar creak. His head is peeking over to peer down at you. His hair is a mess and all you can see is the top of his face.

The two of you stare at each other for a second that feels like an eternity before you’re both spewing into a puddle of laughter. You on the floor cackling while Keigo is still looking down at you with cackles of his own.

“Are,” he asks through peels of laughter, “you okay?”

You can only give a thumbs up in response until the two of you calm down. You make your way back up onto the bed. Keigo waits until your settled before his wings sprawl out and he lays his head on your chest. 

“Thank you,” he says, replacing the comfortable silence that settled between you two. You wrap your arms around his head, cradling him. You would do anything for him, you hope he knows that. Even if he doesn’t you will remind him day after day until it finally gets through to him.

“Don’t mention it birdy,” you say as your eyes close. “I’m always going to be here for you.”

He nuzzles his face into you. It doesn’t matter what type of day the two of you have had, you always end the night with those same words. You know he’s scared of ‘I love you’s’ and is afraid you’ll end up leaving him, but for the first time since you’ve said it, he believes you.

@hawkschick @kkodzvken tagging my fellow Hawks lovers, if I missed you I’m sorry

[thescreamingraven]

Promise 2

Dabi x reader

Genre/warnings: Fluff and angst.

Words: 6 283

Summary:  Sometimes the right choices are the toughest to make...

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Heyyy. Some people asked for part two so I hope you like it, as you can probably tell I'm pretty new at this whole writing thing and there is a lot of space for improvement, but I still hope you enjoyed nonetheless and I hope I didn't dissapoint. ^_^

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You woke up to a loud scream from your daughter, you automatically reached for your phone but before you could grab it your daughter snatched your arm and started pulling on it yelling. “Mommy, wake up.” She babbled loudly and way too close to your ear.

“Five more minutes.” You mumbled turning away from your daughter wanting to get even just a tad more sleep. She hopped onto the bed and layed next to you.

“But mommy…” She pouted.

Giving up, you lazily opened your eyes and pulled her in under the blankets into a tight hug.

“Good morning mamma.” She giggled.

“Morning angel, how d’you sleep?”

“Not very good…”

“Why’s that?” You wondered, giving her a quick kiss on her forehead.

“I had a nightmare about daddy…”

“You should’ve woken me up, sweetheart.” You chirped gently, brushing away a few strands of hair from her face.

“No, I’m a big girl now…. and the baby in your stomach needs to sleep too.”

You smiled, a warm smile decorating your face, how did you get so lucky…”Well, how about for being so brave I’ll give you a reward?” You sat up and stretched your arms. ”You can have anything you want for breakfast. We can even have some of your cake if you’d like.”

“No, daddy will be sad if we eat it, he’ll want to eat it too,” She declared.

“Alright, well, what do you want?”

“Could you maybe bake me some bacon?”

“Just bacon?”

“And ice cream.” She added.

“I don’t think that’s a… good combination. How about some pancakes?” You bargained.

“With bacon?”

“Sure.” You sighed, raising your hands in defeat. “You’re the birthday girl, after all, let me just…” You were about to stand up, but your daughter’s hands around your waist stopped you from doing so. “Sweetie I can’t move.”

You turned around to face her, cupping her cheeks and giving her gentle kisses on her forehead.

“Mommy?” She whispered, leaning into your warmth. “Where’s daddy?”

“Daddy needed to go to work for a bit, he’ll be back soon…”

You knew she hated when he left like this… without getting to say goodbye, you also knew that she saw him more than a parent, more like a best friend she can tell everything to, he was her hero but yet still managed to sometimes break her heart unintentionally just like now, you could see the light slowly fading away from her smile, so you decided to bring it back.

You gently tapped on her shoulder and whispered. ”Do you want to hear a secret?”

There it is, that excitement which was gone moments before, now plastering on your daughter’s face, you knew that you would do anything to keep her smiling like that forever, anything.

“But you can’t tell anyone, okay?”

”Okay.” She whispered back.

“Come closer…”

Your daughter nodded and scooched a little bit closer. With a swift movement, you began to tickle her without mercy. Her screams and laughter could probably be heard all across the neighborhood, but at that point, you didn’t care. After a few seconds, you stopped and pulled her into your tight embrace and cupped her cheeks once again. “There’s that smile…”

When your daughter’s giggles quieted down, you could feel the way she clung to you even harder than she did before.

“He’ll be back sweetie, trust me… and a little birdie told me that your dad has a very special surprise for you…”

You could just sense the puppy eyes coming your way.

”Nope, don’t even try it, your puppy eyes won’t work on me…”

“But mommy…”

“It’s pancake time c’mon get your little butt into the kitchen..” You chirped, getting out of your comfortable bed and stretching out your arms. You grabbed your phone off the counter and checked if there were any messages from Touya. You didn’t know what it was but when you checked the time you got a weird feeling in your stomach, so much for being here when I woke up you thought, putting your phone back on the counter wanting to get rid of that strange feeling you had.

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Nervously tapping on your kitchen counter, you checked your phone again and again. Yet the time didn’t change. It was seven pm, and you were getting a bit on edge about Dabi. You tried calling him, texting him, yet you got nothing back. Something was wrong, you could feel it. A few hours ago you turned on the morning news, the city yet again destroyed by the league who immediately disappeared after the assault. Yet there were no signs of Dabi. He wasn’t on the news that means he was either somewhere in hiding or-

“Mommy?” Your trail of thoughts was interrupted by your daughter’s weak voice and slight tugging of your hand.

“Yes, sweetie?”

You looked at your daughter, who was now staring at the ground, her small muffled sobs now becoming clearer.

”Did d-daddy… forget… my… b-birthday?” She stuttered, rubbing her eyes, trying to stop the tears from coming.

You could feel your heart shatter.

“No, no, sweetie he didn’t, he’s probably on his way home now.” You cooed, picked her up, and cradled her in your arms. “Hey, it’s okay…”

“D-did I do so-something wrong…? Did he not like my drawing?” She sniffled, clinging to you for dear life.

“No, of course not… angel-” You were interrupted by two quiet knocks outside your door.

“That’s probably your dad right now…” You sat her down on the kitchen counter, and flounced to the door, ready to give him a piece of your mind, yet you didn’t open it. Since when did Touya start to knock…? You instead peeked through the peephole and almost felt your heart stop. You took a second to think while the second pair of knocks came your way, the lights were on, so there was no way you could hide from the two men standing outside, you looked back at your daughter who was still sitting on the kitchen counter wiping her tears.

“Angel, listen to me… can you please go to your room for a bit?”

“Why? Is it daddy?” She jumped off the counter and ran towards the door ready to open the door, but before she could, you grabbed her hand and forced her to look at you.

“No, sweetie it’s not daddy, There are some… people outside that mommy needs to talk to. Can you please go to your room?”

You could see a hint of fear appear in her eyes, but she nodded nonetheless

“Thank you, angel…” You murmured, giving her the most comforting look you can muster, you kissed her forehead and gestured her to go.

You threw Dabi’s jacket in a nearby closet, hiding it, and took a deep breath, the knocks becoming more consistent. “Just act natural and you’ll be fine.” You mumbled to yourself before opening the door.

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“Y/n?”

“Hello Hawks, Endeavor.” You greeted both heroes standing at your doorstep, you took a quick glance at Hawk’s whose face of confusion quickly turned into a bright smile.

“Wow Y/n, how long has it been?” He grinned, pulling you into a tight hug. “Feels like I haven’t seen you in forever…”

“Yeah, it’s been quite a long time…” You smiled into his jacket. “How’s the hero business?”

“It’s alright,” He chirped, pulling away. “ But I’d rather hear about you, how are you doing?”

“I’m doing alright… do you want to come in?” You asked, trying to avoid Endeavor’s intense gaze. Both men looked at each other for a moment before giving you a quick nod. Endeavor closed the door, looking around before spotting something in a nearby closet that was still slightly cracked open.

“So what brings you here so far from the city, and at my doorstep?”

“Oh well, we were just…. patrolling and I heard you lived here, so I thought I’d stop by…hope you don’t mind,”

“Not at all please make yourselves at home” There was no way they’d be patrolling so far away from the city with all the villains about, something’s not right you thought, trying to keep a cool and rationalized head.

“Do you live alone?” Endeavor questioned, quickly taking his eyes from the closet and stepping next to Hawks.

“Yeah… Why do you-”

Your question was cut off by Hawks gushing. “Ooh, what’s that smell?”

“I was baking a cake for my… niece, her birthday is coming up.”

Hawks looked at your daughter’s drawings which were splattered all across the fridge, “I see…cute drawings your nieces work, I take it.”

“Yeah, she’s quiete the artist.” You chuckled. ”Anyway, how’s life?”

”Eh… same old same old, the commission has been on my ass a lot more since you… left.” Hawks admitted throwing a sad smile your way. You knew he was going to bring that up… due to working with Hawks you became good friends quickly, leading you to work for him in his agency, yet that didn’t last long.

“Yeah, sorry about that…everything just happened so suddenly.” You sighed.

”Yeah I get it…”

“Sorry to interrupt, but could I get your ID?” Endeavor requested.

“What for?”

“Just… protocol I’d like to ask you a few questions if you don’t mind.” He remarked.

You gave him a sceptical look.“Is this an interrogation?” You asked, cocking your eyebrows.

“No, we’d just like to ask you a few questions,”

”About what exactly? What’s going on?”

“Y/n it’s okay the old man is just paranoid, just get the ID so he can calm down and not have a heart attack.” Hawks teased.

“Alright…” You hesitated before walking to your room, the two men watching you as you disappeared out of their sight, Hawks came closer to Endeavor. “You sure you didn’t get the address wrong?“

“No, I don’t make stupid mistakes like that.” Endeavor assured, eyeing your home once again. “So she was working for you?” He pondered, stepping closer to the closet.

“Yeah, she was my sidekick for sometime before dropping her carrier… you can’t possibly believe she’s a villain, right?”

“She could be… look at this…” He opened the closet door and pulled out Dabis jacket for Hawks to see. ”Doesn’t this remind you of something?”

”That’s not evidenced enough maybe she bought it because she liked it.”

”Well, what about those drawings? There’s a figure that looks similar to him.” He replied, checking the jacket’s pockets.

“Maybe the kid just saw it on the news. You know how they are… they’ll draw anything they see.” Hawks mumbled, scraching his head.

Throwing the jacket back into the closet and closing its door, he mouthed. “Something is going on here Hawks and I’m not leaving before I find out what…” Endeavor concluded.

”Or maybe you’re just trying to find something that isn’t there… “ Hawks said, rubbing his temples.

“What do you mean?”

“Endeavor… your son is a sociopath… for all we know he could have been babbling nonsense.”

“You weren’t there, Hawks.” He murmured.

“You might think you know your son but you don’t, he’s-”

Their conversation was interrupted by a sound of the door opening and you appearing in the room.

“Sorry that I took so long, I’m a very messy person…” You looked up at the men who had different emotions plastered on their faces, you quickly took a glance at the closet who was now fully closed. “Is everything alright here?”

“Everything’s fine, miss…” Looking at your ID, Endeavor added. ”L/n”

”So…” You leaned on your kitchen counter, trying to act as calm as possible. “What’d you like to talk about?”

Hawks gave Endeavor a suggestive look and blurted. “I think we should-”

”Take a seat, miss.” Endeavor gestured to your kitchen’s chair before taking a seat to one across, once you did he continued. ”Now miss L/n…”

”Just call me Y/n the whole last name thing makes me feel uncomfortable.” You asserted.

“Right sorry miss Y/n, like I said before, this isn’t an interrogation more of a… personal matter and I’d appreciate it if you could answer my questions honestly.”

”Endeavor…” Hawks hissed.

”Okay, sure, but what is this about?”

”Do you know a villain called Dabi?” Endeavor questioned thoroughly examining your face for any signs of discomfort.

”Of course I do, everyone does… why?”

”We have a reason to think you might know him more personally.” Endeavor moved a little closer, trying to break you with the pressure of the situation.

”I’m not following…”

”Look… you’re not in trouble, whatever you say will stay between us. So please just answer my question…”

“I know of him…” You countered.

You could feel yourself begging to panic. They know don’t they… shit. You took a second to think and remarked.

”I- I… I think I should go and call my lawyer…”

“Y/n…” But before Endeavor could say anything he was interrupted by a sudden muffled sound... like a cry of anger, then another on the back of it: then silence..

”I thought you said you were-” And then came one horrid, dawn long scream. Without thinking, you rushed to your daughter’s room, almost ripping off the door handle. Her room was being consumed by flames, blue flames, her flames, while she stood there frozen in the middle of all the chaos, with a horrified expression, holding up her hands and letting out another terrifying scream. The fire began to spread massively as you grabbed your daughter’s burning hands, not caring if you’ll get burned, and began running towards the exit, the blue flames following not too close behind. When Endeavor and Hawks saw what was happening, they quickly reacted by opening the exit door and grabbing you both when you ran through it, putting some needed distance from the burning house.

Once you were both safe, you kneeled close to your daughter and frantically searched for any injuries while she cried her eyes out. “Are you okay? Angel look at me… are you hurt?”

“I-I’m… so s-sorry mommy.” She choked.

You let yourself breathe for a moment before pulling her into a tight hug while hiding your burnt hand away. ”It’s okay, we’re okay,” You cooed, trying to calm her down, while slowly massaging her back. “Just breathe for me, alright?”

“Cmon, sweetie, look at me…” You slightly pulled away, raising her chin and breathing with her. “And out there ya go.” You wiped her tears away from her red and puffy face. “In and out.”

The two heroes stood quietly next to you observing you, that didn’t matter to you now all that matters was your daughter “Now I need you to explain what happened…?”

”I’m sorry, mommy. I got mad and… and-”

”It’s okay, it’s just a house I’m just glad you’re safe.”

Pulling away from you, she looked you straight in the eyes. ”What about the cake mommy?” You couldn’t help but giggle slightly while the adrenaline still kept pumping in your veins. ”I’ll bake you another one.”

Her eyes suddenly began to lose focus and her body became heavier. ”Angel?” You could feel yourself beginning to panic.

”She just got overwhelmed by her quirk” Endeavor comforted. “She just needs to rest now.”

You gave him a small nod, picking up your daughter and turning back to face your house, which was still being consumed by the blue flames. All the memories, being burned away, you were mad… you weren’t mad at your daughter for not being able to control her newfound quirk; you were at Dabi he was supposed to be here for this, not out on some dumb mission. You winced when you began to feel a sharp sting in one of your hands, the hand you grabbed her with but you held it in, you weren’t important at the moment. You thought about taiking your phone out of your pocket and mentally cursed yourself for leaving it on the kitchen counter early.

Endeavor saw how you checked your pockets and beganning slightly shaking.”You can stay at my place if you’d like…” Endeavor suggested, coming closer to you and your daughter, giving you an understanding look.

“I don’t th-”

”Let me help you… the both of you…” He inclined.

You knew your choices were limited and even if you wanted to; you don’t think he would’ve let you go run off with a child in your hands so… you gave in. “Okay…”

You could hear the sirens getting closer and closer. Endeavor looked at Hawks, who caught the hint easily. “I’ll handle it, you two have a lot of things to talk about anyway…” Hawks sighed, turning away from you.

You could tell he understood the situation perfectly and wasn’t happy about it.

“Hawks…I’m sorry…”

”We’ll talk later.” He mumbled.

 ⸻⸻⸻⸻

You followed Endeavor back to his car, which wasn’t parked too far. You gently sat your daughter in the backseat, putting the seatbelt on. Before you pulled away, she grabbed your hand and murmured something. “Mommy?”

”It’s okay, honey, go back to sleep.” You quietly cooed, giving her a quick kiss on her cheek.

”Don’t tell daddy… please… he’ll get mad” She whispered before succumbing to her slumber once again. You sighed and closed the car’s door. While driving past your house you saw the firefighters trying to save anything for what was left, while Hawks talked to one of the fire chiefs.

You took a deep breath, turning around to check on your daughter. She was peacefully sleeping, letting out a couple of snores. That’s one way to celebrate a birthday, you thought while pulling out your burnt hand in which the pain was becoming a bit irritating.

“There are some bandages in the glove compartment,”

“Oh…” You looked at him and mumbling a thank you. You opened up the glove compartment and found the bandages, wrapping them around the burnt flesh of your arm and ripping away the rest when you were done.

The road ahead was going to be long, since you lifted quiet a few hours from the main city, and sitting there in silence wouldn’t do the both of you any good. So you decided to start the conversation, but before you could, he spoke first.

“She reminds me of Touya when he was younger… he almost set our house on fire once too….of course, we stopped him… before it got worse but our neighbors complained for weeks-” He took a glance at you and stopped talking, he could see that you were worried, he could almost hear your thoughts going a hundred miles a minute.

”He’s alive Y/n.”

You raised your eyes from the car’s floor and looked at him. ”How do you know that?”

“Today our fight got a little intense and my youngest son… Shoto accidentally impaled him with his ice quirk.”

Impaled…?

”Will he-”

”He’s fine now, he had to go under an operation but he made it… he’s alive and well Y/n”

You could just sense the but coming, not wanting to overthink the situation further, you straight up asked him. “But?”

“He’s in a coma, not deep one the doctors say he’ll wake up in a few days or so.”

“I see… thank you.”

You looked at him for a minute and in those dim street lights you finally saw him for what he truly was; you didn’t see the man Touya once told you about; you didn’t see the big number one hero everybody relied on to keep them safe; you saw a tired, broken man. The small dark circles under his eyes became clearer, the look on his face plastered with guilt.

After a few minutes of silence, he spoke again.

“He was the one who told me how to find you.”

“Why did you? You had the choice to walk away, yet you still showed up. Why is that?” You wandered.

“I’m not sure, I just did,”

You looked back at your daughter once more, gathering up the courage to ask the question which was spinning in your head nonstop; you turned around and let your gaze fall on the road ahead.

“Will you… will you take her away? Give her to someone else?”

He sighed and chuckled lightly.

“As a hero, that probably would be the right thing to do,” He said, tapping on the wheel lightly. “But I think I’ve done enough damage to this family as it is…I think I should be a father for once…think I own him that much and more, I want to do right by him. It’s my fault he became like this, I was too focused on-” He didn’t dare finish the sentence instead changing the topic to something more lighthearted.

“Can’t believe I have a grandchild already… it won’t be too long before my hair starts falling out,”

“Two…” You corrected him.

“Two?” One glance at your stomach told him everything he needed to know. “Well, you guys have been busy..” He responded jokingly. He glanced at your daughter for a second through his rearview mirror “What’s her name?”

“D/n,”

He thought for a moment that responded, “I like it…”

“I’m glad.” You chirped, giving him a heartfelt smile. “Touya picked it out.”

“So…” He cleared his throat. “A former hero and a villain that must have been one hell of a story.”

“That it was.”

“Well, we have time… care to share?” He proposed.

When you finally arrived at Endeavor’s household, Hawks was already standing there with a smirk on his face. “Took you guys long enough.”

You rolled your eyes, opening the back door, slowly tapping your daughter’s shoulder. “D/n wake up.”

She slowly opened her eyes, yawning and stretching her arms up. “Where are we?”

“You’re at my house” Endeavor responded, still sitting in the driver’s seat.

Your daughter looked at him clearly confused, “Do you know him, mommy?” Your daughter pondered, pointing at Endeavor.

”I do, sunshine he’s…” You stopped for a moment, giving Endeavor a quick glance. “Your grandfather…”

Your daughter was quiet for a moment before bursting out the biggest smile you’ve ever seen. ”Really?”

Endeavor gave you a side glance, feeling a bit astonished that you would tell your daughter the truth so quickly, but extended his hand for a handshake, nonetheless.  “Yeah. It’s nice to meet you D/n. Please make yourself at home.”

He didn’t even have the time to object by how fastly your daughter pulled him out of the car, dragging him closer to the house and talking his ear off. Yet for some reason he couldn’t muster the courage to pull away, letting himself be led by your daughter quietly listening to her.

You walked over to Hawks, whose smirk was wearing off and turning into something else.

“Well, I’m off.” He blurted. But before he could leave, you grabbed his arm, stopping him from leaving. ”Wait… can we talk?”

“Y/n…”

“Please?”

He gave you a hesitant nod and turned around to face you.

“Are you mad?”

He was quiet for a few seconds, but you knew by the look of his face he was soon going to explode and that it was certainly overdue.

”Well, what do you think? Y/n I thought…” He sighed. “I thought we were closer than this…. how did you think I felt when you just suddenly left,” He scoffed? “You were my closest friend, and you didn’t even give me a proper goodbye nor an explanation and when I began calling, you blocked me and didn’t even tell me where you were going or when you were going to come back,”

“One text…a single fucking text… that would’ve been enough for me…. just to know that you were okay, that you were safe but no…. silence for eight fucking years.”

“And now I learn that you’re together with that… sociopath. How stupid can you be?” He jeered.

“Hawks-”

”He’s a murderer Y/n he kills people for a living.” He walked closer to you, looking at your stomach. “How did that- this even happen?”

“Fuck.”He began to pace around “Why? Just why?” He stopped for a second, gently grabbing both of your arms a look of fear showing on his face. “Did he force himself on you?”

”What?”

“Did Dabi-”

You pulled away and calmly explained. ”No, he didn’t. look… me and him… we were together even before I became your sidekick we’ve known each other for a very long time and when I found out I was… pregnant, I just decided to focus on the baby rather than my career that’s why I left.”

You looked at Hawks who’s expression told you everything you needed to know, confusion, anger, sadness, and much more.

“You’ll be lucky if Endeavor doesn’t call the-”

”I’m not concerned about him… I’m more concerned about you…” You retorted.

He stopped pacing and looked you dead in the eye. “Y/n… can you really stand here and tell me that girl is safe living with him?” He questioned.

“Yes, she’s-”

”He’s unstable Y/n one day he can act all father like and the next he’ll-”

”Don’t…” You interrupted him “Look I know you’re looking out for me and you’re worried but trust me he loves-”

”Listen to me… don’t you think that if he really loved you, he would’ve dropped the villain business already? All he cares about is revenge can’t you see that?” He snapped.

Taking a deep breath and trying to compose himself, he looked back at your stomach, then back at you. “Your kids shouldn’t be worried about when their screw-up of a father would be back home. They should be enjoying their life to the fullest, going to an actual school, making friends… Look, I can help, I can pull some strings here and there but Dabi…Y/n he has to go.”

“So what? I should just leave? Hawks… I love him… He’s the father of my children. I won’t just abandon him without a word. I’ll talk to him once he wakes up, maybe he’ll-”

“Y/n…” He looked at you, seeing your determined face, he knew he couldn’t convince you otherwise, so he just sighed. “Do what you want… just remember he isn’t your primary concern, he can decide for himself, but your kids…they can’t. They need you to guide them and teach them how to make the right choices and… sometimes the right choices are the toughest to make.”

You stood there quietly, not knowing what to say before he spoke again.

“I’ll be going now, I have some paperwork I have to fill out.”

“Hawks…”

Before he flew off, he took one last look at you and said, “If you change your mind, give me a call.”

                         That was a week ago. You and Endeavor or Enji grew closer together. You will never forget the conversation you two had the first night you came to the Todoroki residence.

“I feel like such a failure,” you sighed. “I wasn’t even prepared for her quick to- and... I couldn’t even do anything for her… and the whole villainy thing-”

”Have you ever… you know, asked him to quit?”

You thought for a second. ”No… I haven’t…”

”Well, why not?” He wondered.

“I just never bothered, I guess? Always thought he’d… ”

Leave…

Enji could see the regret in your eyes and fear. ”Well, why not try it? Don’t let Hawks mess with your head… in truth nor me nor Hawks know Touya as you do, but from what you’ve told me, I feel like he truly… cares for you. I mean, even when he was on the brink of death, he was thinking about how to get back to you….Talk to him before you decide what you want to do.”

“And I don’t think you’re a failure, both of them,” He gestured to your stomach. “Are lucky to have you as their mother. So don’t take what Hawks said to heart, he might still be holding a little grudge about how you both left things.”

You smiled calmy slowly pushing all the over thought thoughts away. “Thank you, Endeavor.”

”Enji.” He corrected.

”Thank you… Enji for saying that.”

“You should go get some rest and tomorrow we can both visit Touya if you’d like.”

“Yeah, I’d like that, but I’m not sure about D/n… seeing him like this wouldn’t do her any good.” You looked at your little daughter who was now sleeping knocked out on the couch.

“I’ll ask Fuyumi to babysit her,”

”Yeah that be nice...”

Fuyumi came over the next day, slightly confused about her father’s sudden call in the middle of the night, more confused why a little girl who resembled Touya was standing in his residence with a woman claiming to be Touya’s lover. After some needed explanation on both sides, your daughter became very close with her newfound cousin and slowly wrapped her around her finger...

After a few days, Enji started to train your daughter on how to use her quirk. She was a little bit scared at first, but now she loved it and nagged Enji to show her new tricks. You loved the way he managed to replace the fear and hatred that you saw in your daughter’s eyes that night with happiness and excitement for her quirk. Once, after a long and tiring patrol, you caught Enji sleeping with your daughter on the couch. You couldn’t help yourself but take a picture for Touya to see later.

Speaking of Touya…he still wasn’t waking up, it’s been almost two weeks since that night, and yet, nothing, no progress. You visited every day sitting in that room for hours on end, talking to him and telling him everything that had happened recently, but after those terrible weeks of holding everything in for your daughter and your baby you finally broke down next to his hospital bed. You gently took his hand, squeezing tightly for comfort. “Hey Touya, it’s me again…” You sniffled, trying to not let your emotions get the better of you.

“It’s uh, been two weeks now… D/n… she’s getting better with her quirk.” Swallowing a lump, you cooed. “But she misses you, like a lot… she’s talking about you nonstop to…” You took a long, deep breath. “Endeavor… he’s been…” You looked at Touya, whose face stayed the same. You stayed quiet for a minute, the silence slowly driving you insane, you could faintly hear the receptionist clock ticking, second by second, minute by minute… and then you broke down.

“Dammit… that’s enough… this has gone long enough I won’t have it and not another day more do you hear me? I’ve done everything… I’ve waited, I’ve prayed… I’ve talked to you… I begged you, I’m out of things to do now…and I’m scared, I’m so scared,” Wiping the tears off your face you sobbed. “And I’m mad… I don’t mean to be, but I am… I’m mad at everything… I’m mad at you…. you hear me, Frankenstein? I need you to open your eyes and scold me for being such a crybaby.” You whispered, still not letting go of his hand.

“Your family has been so sweet, they uh been trying to take care of me, take care of us, trying to get me to eat something, to lie down, and your dad,” You massaged his knuckles. “He’s been training our little angel all about her quirk, he’s so gentle with her I wish you could see it… and Fuyumi she’s completely under her spell, she follows her everywhere, they do everything together.”

“D/n has been dreaming a lot about you lately.. and telling everyone how good you are, you mean the world to her, and me…so I need you-” You let your head fall to rest at his side. ”I need you to open your eyes,…just do it… open them…hear my voice? Come towards my voice…”

“Squeeze my hand.” You whispered. “Please…”

You quickly sat up when you felt a faint squeeze of your hand. Not believing it, you asked again. “Do it again,” Again a light little squeeze, a weak one, but it was there, he was there. “I felt that...’’ You blubbered, wiping away the last bit of tears. ”Open your eyes, I know you hear me… c’mon…” You could see his eyelashes flutter slightly before he slowly began to open his eyes.

”Oh my god… Touya..” You could see that he was still a bit out of it, and the way he slightly whimpered told you that he was in pain.

You quickly got up and rushed to the door, opening it and calling for a nurse.

You could see the surprised look on their faces before they began to move and appeared right on his side. Dabi quickly sat up from the bed with a still cloudy mind and got ready to use his quirk before you rushed to his side, trying to calm down.

“Hey don’t panic you’re alright, easy… lay back down you’re safe, we’re in a hospital, you got hurt in a fight and… do you remember that?”

He gave you a brief nod, before messaging his forehead to tone down the headache.

“You’ve been asleep for a few days…But you’re alright now… “

The nurses quickly did a few checkups on Dabi and told you that he was alright and left the two of you alone to talk.

”See, they’re all done, and I’m right here…” You cooed once again taking his hand and squeezing it.

”You look like shit doll.” He murmured with a groggy voice.

“Speak for yourself, you idiot…” you scoffed, rolling your eyes. “Are the meds kicking in yet?”

“Mhm.” He looked around the room. “Where’s D/n?” You could see the slight panic in his eyes.

“She’s okay, she’s with Endeavor.” You comforted.

”Endeavor? Why is she with that old asshole?” He mumbled, trying to sit up.

”Well-”

He however stopped in his tracks and grabbed your hand, turning it and looking at your burnt hand, which was now decorated by a scar. ”Did that fucker-”

“No, no calm down let me explain…” You said with a small panicky voice.

It didn’t take you that long to explain what happened, there wasn’t a lot to tell, you could feel Dabi squeezing your hand when you talked about your daughter’s little adventure, but besides that, he was taking it surprisingly calmly, ”She burned the whole house down.” He repeated. “I don’t know if I should feel proud or terrified.” He joked.

”Yeah” You sighed.

Dabi thought for a second before giving your hand one last squeeze and hesitantly asking. ”Think you can call her for me?”

“Sure, but hey… don’t beat yourself up too much alright?.” You cooed, getting your phone out and calling Endeavor.

He picked up after a few seconds and you asked him for D/n; it took a few minutes before he actually found her and gave her the phone. You quickly gave it to Dabi.

”Hi mommy.” She chirped.

Dabi cleared his throat, trying not to scare his daughter too much.“Hey sunshine, happy late birthday.”

”Daddy…” She whispered, before bursting into tears.

”Hey it’s okay…” Dabi mumbled trying to calm her down.” How have you been?”

You could hear her sobbing.

“Aw, angel, don’t cry it’s okay, I’m okay,”

”I’ve m-missed… you s-so much…” She bawled.

”Me too… I missed you too..” He answered with a controlled smile plastered on his face. After a few seconds, he pulled away from the phone holding it in his hands, a tad confused “She hung up on me.” He blurted.

”She probably got too excited.” You chuckled.

He gave you your phone back pulling you onto the bed with him, after a few seconds you received a text..”It’s Endeavor…he says they’ll be here in fifteen minutes.”

You slowly turned around to face him, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead. Dabi looked at you with a teasing smile.“My lips are feeling left out doll.”

He leaned into a kiss, but before he could pull you in, you placed your hand on his lips, stopping him from doing so. He looked at you confused. You pulled away, getting off the bed and taking a seat in the same chair you sat only moments ago. Dabi was surprised by your sudden mood change. One minute you’re here resting in his arms, and the next you’re so far away.

”What’s wrong?”

You looked at him with a sad smile decorating your face and sighed. “I can’t do this anymore, Touya. I…I hate this... I was so scared that you would-“ You took a deep breath in. ”I never wanted it to come to this but… I can’t do this anymore and I’m drawing the line”

“Listen to me… don’t you think that if he really loved you, he would’ve dropped the villain business already? All he cares about is revenge can’t you see that?”

”What are you trying to say?”

“Do what you want… just remember he isn’t your primary concern, he can decide for himself,”

With a serious tone and fire in your eyes, you looked him and with a collected tone you said., “Quit the league or…. I’ll go… and... I’ll take the kids with me.”

"Sometimes the right choices are the toughest to make.”

“You can’t do that.” He stated, a hint of fear shining in his eyes.

”I can and I will, enough is enough Touya… let it go... we can start a new life together, a fresh start… somewhere away from all of this insanity, we can go anywhere you like, we can even take on new names and live entirely different life together, a life where our kids can have both of their parents;

”Y/n…”

You stood up and walked towards the door. You stopped in front of it and looked back. ”I’m giving you a choice Touya, please pick the right one. For me…for us…” You mumbled, opening and closing the door, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

@beybladesmaid

[moonlightflower21]

LIA! Can we have more mom turtle please? 🥺

aw of course. i love momma turtles. but this time, she's a mutant turtle like the boys. and she already know about the mafia business and stuff.

rushed and unedited as always. but your ask was so cute.

"do you have to go so soon? this isn't fair" mikey's voice was small, exactly how she recalled it the night she was taken. she could feel her tears brewing but she couldn't show them her sadness, no she was lucky to even have seen her sons again let alone create memories that in her heart that she would undoubtedly cherish forever.

"hey honey...." she comes close and wipes the tears away with her fingers, kissing his forehead. mikey always felt things much more than the rest of his brothers and sometimes it was a good thing. but in situations like this, oh it was a curse. 

she always knew he responded better to actions than words, and it killed her utterly when she realised that she had to leave him again. though she loved the boys equally, a small soft spot clenched in her heart for mikey. perhaps it was because he was the youngest or because he was so young when she left, she didn't know.

"i'm always going to be with you, sweetheart. no matter how far you roam, i'll always be here. with you" her finger drift towards his chest, right under his heart and he bit his lip hard, trying to stop the dam of tears threatening to burst. he felt beyond pathetic for crying but this was so difficult. mikey wasn't ready to let go.

the harsh reality of not having a mother played on his mind again and he didn't know if he was strong enough to go through the pain again. 

"m'gonna miss you so much, mom" he never through he could even say that sentence out loud. hell he didn't think he could ever have a mom. but life worked in funny and awful ways

"me too, baby. me too" her warm hands holds his face gently as she presses a soft kiss to his forehead. and she steps back, with a soft sigh.

"there's my big boy" a chuckle leaves her lips, walking to leonardo whose heart throbs sadly at the little nickname. his lips are pursed in a small pout, something he used to do as a child when he never got his way. and it made her laugh endlessly at his small face. only now his small pout made her want to cry because she knew she'll never be able to see it again.

"remember to take care of yourself leo. taking care of your family can be draining and tiring. and i'm so sorry i wasn't here, this wasn't your responsibility to take on... but i need you to promise me that you'll take care of your health too. okay?" she holds his hands and even the leader can't help shed a few tears.

"i will mom. i promise you" he whispers hoarsely, trying to hold back his tears but it's an impossible feat. she smiles, a proud smile as if to say she knows he'll do well. again, she kisses his cheek very softly giving him a well needed hug.

"my sweet smartie..." the next turtle is the the purple cladded turtle whose gaze is fixated on the ground, convincing himself that he won't cry. her hands reaching for his. he slowly holds hers, already trying to remember this moment even though it didn't even happen yet.

'fuck....' he looked down tearfully, cursing at the world for being incredibly selfish and horrible. just as he found a shred of happiness in this horrible world, it just had to come and ruin it.

"i always knew you'd be the tallest. you were already to my thighs at two" she laughs fondly and donnie lets out a small snort, smiling painfully at the words. he was such a happy boy back then, bright eyed and curious.

but 15 years later and each of them are broken, damaged beyond repair.

"you were always such a curious turtle, experimenting your surroundings. i loved all your findings, all your powerpoints on the different animals and bacteria. i could never forget your happiness at finding out something new" the elderly woman inhales a sharp breath, memories of their childhood always made her cry in a happy way. but she remembered how much she lost. and how much she will lose after today.

"a little birdy has been telling me you don't sleep much anymore. and i know you've always had insomnia as a child, that's why i've made those medicines you used to eat as a child and placed them on your desk. you slept like a baby after taking those" her hands reaches towards donnie's face, her thumb gently rubbing comforting circles on his cheeks.

"please take them, sleep is so important my dear. rest your eyes. i know it's difficult and tough, but promise me you'll take care of your health. i don't want your brothers to lose you" she holds his hand and he places his warm one over hers, nodding sincerely.

"i will mom. i am trying to" the lump in his throat is too big to talk and he hates how vulnerable he has become. "i know you are. and i'm proud of you, my love" she comes close and her lips touch his temple, reassuring him of her love. donnie feels his hot tears leak out from his eyes, every emotion he could possibly hold in his body flooding his soul

she walked to raph, a sad smile at him. only hours before he had despised her presence. but now, he didn't want to let go.

"my little bear" she hums under her breath, her hand coming up to cradle his jaw. he touches her arm sadly, leaning against her touch. his eyes close as she strokes his tear stained cheek, forever remembering this moment in his head.

"not so little anymore" she chuckles softly, remembering how he was only the size of her calf. how small and delicate he was.

"i'm so sorry i wasn't part of your childhood. and i'm so sorry you had to endure all that abuse. but let me tell you one thing, i'm so proud of you. of who you are and what you have become. no matter what anyone says, you remember who you are. you are a soldier, my son" she murmurs, eyes sparkling with unshed tears while raph trembled in his place. it had been so long since someone told him that they were proud of him. even after knowing his truth, she didn't look at him any different.

she steps back and looks at the four terrapins, a proud smile on her lips. truly she couldn't have asked for someone better. a small grunt falls from her lips, wobbling in her step.

"mom!" the boys reach out, holding her before she could touch the floor.

"lay her down gently" the leader orders and the rest follow by, holding her hand and her body.

"i love you all, my sons. whatever the world throws at you, i know deep down in my heart that you'll overcome it with strength and courage as you always have done. as long as you have each other... you are always home" she gasps a little and the mutagen is already beginning to wear away. a light green hue surrounds her person and the boys could already see her vanishing.

"no, please..." leo cradles her head so softly as though she'll shatter in a million pieces in his hands. raph and donnie hold her body close, tears soaking their masks and necks.

"mama...." mikey trembles, clutching her hand tight but she was gone. somewhere where they may never be able to see her again.

and just like that, the hamato brothers were orphans once more. 

[mochiiwrites]

Ace Trapolla wandered through the halls, intending to loiter or bother the prefect.

“Ahh, I’m so glad the day’s finally over. I get to procras-”

“OI!” A shout thrust Ace out of his thoughts. The voice belonged to Deuce Spade. Ace let out a started yelp.

“Agh! You dumbass! Why’re you shoutin like that out of nowhere!”

“You almost stepped on something, you imbecile!”

“Eh? What do you-”

Ace looked to where Deuce was pointing. Something small was left on the floor. It turned, revealing a beak. It chirped.

“AAAAA-!” The first-years screamed at the sudden sound until Deuce clamped his hands over his and Ace’s mouths.

“Eww, what are you doing sticking your fingers in my mouth like that?” Ace complained as soon as Deuce released his grip.

“We should be quiet, we wouldn’t want to startle it...or get in trouble for causing a ruckus...again.”

“What kinda bird is it?”

“I…I’m not sure.” Deuce cautiously scooped up the bird. Deuce moved his hands to show Ace… a chick.

“It’s a chick.”

“I know that, idiot.”

“So...what do we do with it?”

“Don’t ask me. Lets ask…the prefect, or something.”

——♠️🐣❤️——

The brain cell duo made their way to Ramshackle Dorm. Ace didn’t bother knocking, he just barged in.

“Hey Prefect!” No response.

“Yuuuuuuu?”He called but, no one responded, except for the chick’s chirping.

“...Weird.” He muttered to no one in particular.

Deuce suggested, “Maybe they had to help with something?”

“You have any idea how little that narrows it down? They’re always helping with something.”

“Well, at least you’re smart enough to know that they’re helpful.”

“What do you-”

A different voice broke them out of their bickering. “What are you two doing here? Have you come to see the Great Grim himself?”

“Ah, no. We came to see the Prefect. Do you know where they are, Grim?”

“Fgna! You mean, you don’t know? It's not my business, ya know?”

“What the- Yes it is?? You LIVE in the SAME BUILDING YOU-” Ace was going to get a headache.

“Shut up! You’re too loud!” Deuce suddenly interjected.

“So are you, you dunce!” Ace shot back.

Grim finally answered Ace’s question, “Well, I dunno where they are, so let's just go find ‘em! I could smell ‘em from a mile away! I am pretty great after all!”

The chick chirped at the implication of how the Prefect smelled, weird...

The trio, or quartet if you include the chick, started their search! They travelled far and wide…to the Heartslabyul lounge.

——😼♠️🐣♦️❤️——

“Ah! Adeuce combi! And Gri-chan! Back at it again! Whatcha doing? And where’s the Prefect?”

Deuce perked his head up at the sound of the third year’s voice.

“Ah, Cater-senpai. We were actually thinking of where we could find them. Do you have any ideas?”

“Eh...I think they were helping Epel with cleaning the entire ballroom. Sounds like it sucks, especially since he was supposed to do it by himself, originally.”

“Oh, well, thank you Cater-senpai. We appreciate the help.” Deuce got up and bowed respectfully, then got really confused when Cater took a picture.

“O-M-G! #Cute! Where’d you find your friend? #Chickadeuce_Combi!” Cater eagerly posted something to MagiCam.

“What…?” ‘Friend? What could Cater-senpai be…’ Deuce had a revelation. “Oh! The chick was just in the hallway, we were looking for the Prefect to see if they knew what to do with it.”

“Why not just babysit it? I’d love to see more of the #Chickadeuce_Combi! Ah, bet then again, Riddle probably wouldn’t be very happy… Well, good luck! I’ve gotta head to the Light Music Club!” Cater sent himself off with a wave and a final picture of the ‘Chickadeuce Combi’.

“Wait, where are we going?” Ace asked, seeming to have woken from a nap.

“When did you fall asleep?”

Ace made a shrugging noise and an ‘eugh?’ noise.

“Whatever, we’re heading to Pomefiore, Cater said the Prefect was there.”

“Oka-AAGH!” Ace was promptly stepped on by Grim, and pulled out of his chair by Deuce.

——😼♠️🐣🍎❤️——

Once the quartet made it to Pomefiore’s ballroom, they heard a soft voice...muttering complaints and curses. Along with quiet complaints and cursing, they heard a lot of splashing.

“Ugh, my wrists are going to fall off… Where’d the Prefect go… I need some fu-”

“Epel?” At the mention of his name, the Pomefiore first-year cut himself off and dropped his sponge.

Epel scrambled to pick up the sponge and find a good word that started with ‘Fu’ “Fu-fu...F-Fun! A fun break! Just a small one! I wasn’t going to…” Epel looked up to see some of his fellow first years… and a chick...on Deuce’s head. Epel thought to himself, ‘Well, at least it’s not Vil-sama.’

“Whatchu lot doin’- ah, I mean...What are you guys doing here?”

Ace explained their situation, “Looking for the Prefect, Cater told us they’d be here. So…where are they?”

“I… I don’t know...”

“Ah, well, thank you for your time, Epel! Good luck with your cleaning!” Deuce bowed again, and the chick almost fell off his head.

“Ah, Deuce be careful! Your friend could get hurt.”

Deuce immediately fixed his posture and lightly checked his hair for the chick. “Y-you’re right, Epel! How irresponsible of me…”

“Don’t mention it! Actually, don’t mention anything...I’m not really supposed to be talking to anyone ‘til I’m done with all this.” Epel stretched his arms and gestured to the entire room.

Ace pinched the bridge of his nose, “Great Seven, what did you even do? This has gotta be punishment for something, right?”

Epel cautiously looked around and lowered his voice, clearly watching for Vil, Rook or just anyone who had the ability to tell him off.

Gathering his confidence he admitted his crime.

“I… I said that Rook was an asshat.”

Deuce looked like he was going through a crisis and he covered the chick’s nonexistent ears. Ace haphazardly fought back a chuckle, Grim grinned and laughed,

“Nyahaha! That's great!”

“No, it’s not, Grim. Why don’t you help Epel with cleaning?” Deuce scolded Grim with a “bonk” to the head.

“Wha- No! The Great Grim can’t-”

But the Heartslabyul first years already left.

——♠️🐣🍎——

Another day, but still no Prefect. But on the other hand, the Heartslabyul Dorm gained another (temporary) resident. The problem is Riddle didn’t like them that much. So Deuce and Ace would have to take care of it in secret. Ace also wasn’t really willing to take care of the “stupid bird”, So it was only Deuce trying to care for it in secret. Currently, Ace had basketball and Deuce had been left alone. The first year set the chick down on a table, and was staring intently at it, wondering what to do. He stayed like that for who-knows-how-long until…

“Deuce?”

“Ah! Come in, the door should be open!”

Epel appeared in the doorway when Deuce turned his head.

“Did you manage to find the Prefect?”

“Actually...no. We still don’t know where they are.”

“That’s strange… Well, how’s the chick?”

“They’re good...I hope. I was thinking of giving it a name.”

“Really?” Epel asked, with an amused huff.

“Well, calling it ‘the chick’ seems...rude? The horses in the horseback riding club are named, so why not the chick?”

“Ehh, the chick is…” Epel trailed off, afraid to hurt the chick’s feelings, for some strange reason. “Nevermind, did you have a name in mind?”

“I was thinking...Enka?”

“Enka?” Epel echoed the Heartslabyul student, seeing if the name suited the chick. “That sounds nice.”

Deuce sprouted an idea, “Epel, you’re a farmer, right?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Do you have any experience with chickens?”

“Wha-no! I’m an apple farmer. Sure, my family has horses, but definitely not chickens.”

“Agh, I’m so sorry for assuming! Please forgive me!” Deuce bowed at inhuman speed, which may or may not be impressive.

Epel tried to hold in his laughter, but failed. “Snrk-Ehehe~! You’re fine, you’re fine. But I guess, I could help you take care of Enka.”

“Really?! Thank you, that would be wonderful!”

“It’s the least I can do, you did have Grim help me clean the ballroom, afterall.”

“Okay so...how do we take care of Enka?”

——😿♠️🐣🍎❤️——

Ace barged in the dorm with a depressed and tired Grim cradled in his arms. He was greeted by Deuce reading a book with the chick. A bowl of apples cut into small pieces in front of them.

“What the hell are you doing, dumbass?”

Deuce quickly dropped the book and maneuvered to cover the chick’s ‘ears’. “Language! I was trying to talk to Enka.”

“Who’s Enka?”

“The chick, Deuce thought it would be nice if we gave them a name.” Epel walked into view, with a list of places at Night Raven College.

“Hah, of course he would. Enka’s an alright name, I guess.” Ace snatched the paper out of the lavender haired boy’s hands. “What’s this for?”

“It’s for when we search for the Prefect, so we can cross off places we’ve already searched.”

“We gonna start searching now? Or what?”

“That works for me.”

“Nya-wah-haahhhh...I miss Yuu…” Grim sobbed, but no one knew if it was genuine tears.

Enka chirped sympathetically.

——😼♠️🐣🍎❤️🐩——

The now-quintet only got one step into NRC’s halls before they were stopped by faculty.

“My my, what are the puppies doing out of their litter?” Divus Crewel said, with a dissatisfied face.

“Ah, Crewel-sensei. We were going to look for Yuu.” Epel calmly responded, in contrast to Deuce’s panicked bowing. (Enka was safe, instead of being on Deuce’s head, they sat in Deuce’s cupped hands.)

“Ah, the Prefect puppy would be right...there.” Crewel pointed towards the small chick cradled in Deuce’s hands.

“EHHHHH?!?!”

“QUIET! DOWN BOYS, DOWN!” Crewel cracked his whip and cleared his throat, “Ahem, yes. Surprisingly, that birdie is the Prefect, at least, it should be. A student was staying after school to understand this transformation potion better. They accidentally spilled some and Yuu happened to be in the splash zone, and then they were nowhere to be found.”

“So… that would mean that Enka is Yuu.”

Enka chirped in approval, and in a tone that sounded like “Yes! Finally!”.

“Ya kiddin’ me?” Ace threw his hands up, very pissed, “So we had ‘em the whole time!”

“Nyagh...This is confusing…”

“If you puppies would stop yapping, I could transform them back.”

“Right! Of course, yes sir!” Deuce quickly gave his teacher Enka.

Crewel sent the group back while he got started on transforming Yuu. Grim, Epel and Deuce waited patiently in Ramshackle Dorm, Ace had detention for something he had done earlier in the day.

——😼♠️✨🍎——

Yuu looked down at their hands, thankful that they were no longer wings. They took their human hands and opened the door.

“I’m bACK-” They didn’t finish their sentence due to Grim tackling them.

“Yuu! You’re back! You can’t leave the Great Grim alone by himself!”

“Ahaha, I won’t, I won’t.”

“Glad you’re okay, Prefect!” Epel warmly smiled at them.

“Must’ve been interesting being a chick for a while, huh?” Deuce rested his hand on his chin, as if he were contemplating what the experience would’ve been like.

“Yeah, but at least you got to take care of me! I wouldn’t mind if you did it again!”

The Prefect’s statement caused Epel to hide his face and Deuce was left a stuttering mess.

[thecindy]

Scaredy Cat

by TheCindy

Summary:

Other heroes make rescuing a cat from a tree look so easy! But that's not quite the case for Hawks.

A/N:

I imagine cats don’t like Hawks very much. The predatory birds or The Winged Hero.

Rating:    General Audiences

Archive Warning:    No Archive Warnings Apply

Category:    Gen

Fandom:    僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Character:    Takami Keigo | Hawks

Additional Tags:    there's a cat! And a tree! and some kids! Short One Shot, just hawks doing hero stuff, No Spoilers

Language:    English

Words:    1446    

on AO3

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“Look over there! Is that Hawks!?”

“Where?”

“Over there. He’s walking this way!” the taller of the two young boys pointed to a lone figure in the distance, distinguishable by the large scarlet wings protruding from his back, outlining the figure of a man leisurely strolling down the deserted sidewalk.

“No way! That’s him! Let’s ask him for help!” the smaller boy jumped up in his excitement, shaking the tree branch they were resting on, sending a cascade of yellow and orange leaves falling to the ground.

“Careful Shu, you’ll make us fall!” scolded the older boy as he grabbed his brother by the wrist pulling him back down into a sitting position “and we don’t need his help we can do this ourselves! Besides, he’s a hero! He’s probably busy anyway.”

“Haruuuuuu,” the younger boy whined, stretching out his older brother's name to emphasize his frustration “we’ve been here foreverrrrr and she won’t come down!”

“She’s just scared is all.” explained Haru, “We just have to be patient and she’ll come down when she’s ready.”

“We’ve been patient for 100 years!” Shu exaggerated, dramatically throwing his arm over his eyes and leaning against the sturdy trunk of the tree. “Maybe I can try to hover up there again and grab her!”

“We tried that already Shuhei, and you nearly broke your arm. I don’t want Mom to kill me!” the older brother pressed his hands into his little brother's shoulders as if to hold him down “Besides, you can’t hover more than a few inches and she’s way near the top!”

Shuhei furiously crossed his arms over his chest and glared at his older brother, sticking his tongue out. “Whatever, Haruto.”

Haruto stuck his tongue out at his little brother in response.

Noticing that the winged man was much closer now Shuhei jumped up again suddenly, catching Haruto by surprise causing him to sway and cling to the branch in fright. “Hey! Mr. Hawks!”

“Hey, there.” Hawks grinned up at the boys occupying the tree branch hanging over the sidewalk. He stopped and rested his arms on the low concrete wall below the tree. “Whatcha doin’ up there?”

“Hime’s up there and we can’t get her to come down!” Shuhei explained, eyes wide in excitement at talking with the Number Two hero.

“Hime?” Hawks asked.

“Our kitten.” Haruto explained, “She ran up there earlier but now she’s scared to come down and we can’t climb any higher.”

“I tried to hover up to her but I couldn’t reach! Then she climbed even higher!” the younger of the two boys exclaimed.

“He only got his quirk a couple weeks ago so he’s not very good yet and he fell out of the tree.” added the older one.

Hawks peered higher into the tree, after a few moments of scanning he found two frightened green orbs gazing down at him. A trembling orange kitten blending in with the autumn foliage was frozen in place on a thin branch several yards above.

“Let me see what I can do.” Hawks grinned brightly at the two brothers, swiftly sending half a dozen crimson feathers high into the tree.

Shuhei and Haruto followed the feathers with their eyes, mouths agape in wonder at seeing The Winged Hero in action. “So cool…” Shuhei gasped.

Hawks winked at him before turning his attention back to the kitten above.

Overhead they heard a sharp hissing sound. Hime was swatting angrily at the red feathers attempting to surround her small kitten body. Protracted claws swiped through the air expertly keeping the feathers from getting too close.

Hawks' smile turned into a thoughtful pout. He knew he could forcefully snatch the kitten out of the tree with his Fierce Wings but he didn’t want to traumatize the poor terrified cat any more than necessary, or the little boys watching for that matter. “Looks like I’m going to have to do this the old fashioned way.” he sighed but smiled again as he recalled his fathers to plant themselves neatly back into his magnificent plumage.

Taking a step back Hawks extended his wings and slowly began to rise into the air, flying gracefully toward the top of the tree, Haruto and Shuhei drinking in his every move.

“Hey there, kitty cat.” Hawks landed lightly on a spindly branch about a foot below the quivering cat. “It’s okay little Hime, I’ve got you.” he said, slowly extending his gloved hands toward the orange ball of fur.

Hime screeched and hissed and sputtered as she scrambled even higher into the tree, desperately trying to get away from the large winged creature before her.

Hawks sighed, “You’re not going to make this easy, are you?” he willed his wings to slowly carry him upwards toward the still sputtering kitten.

Gingerly he extended his hand toward her again in an attempt to soothe the anxious kitten, but was met with a swipe of razor sharp claws followed immediately by a painful sting, sharp pointed teeth biting clean through his thick gloves. “Fu--” Hawks hissed, biting his bottom lip quickly censoring himself, acutely aware of the watching eyes and listening ears in the branches below.

With her back arched and hair standing on end, still spitting, Hawks could tell she was trying to make herself look larger and more intimidating than she was. He would have found it funny if he wasn’t so annoyed with the cat. He knew she was scared, but why was she so afraid of him?

Then it hit him. “Ohhh.” he said in realization. “You’re afraid of big birdies, aren’t ya kitty cat?” He watched as her large jade eyes focused on his unfurled wings.

“Fine then.” He groaned. Although the branches at this part of the tree were very slim he managed to pick out a few within arms reach of Hime that looked strong enough to support his weight. Hooking one arm around the trunk of the tree, he planted his feet near the base of those branches slowly transferring his weight from being suspended by his wings to being supported by his legs. With narrow eyes he looked up at the cat “don’t you dare tell anyone about this, alright?” And suddenly-

*THWAP*

In a flash of red hundreds of feathers dropped to the ground propelled by force, landing with a satisfying thud upon the pavement below.

“Happy now?” Hawks peered at the kitten. Slowly her claws began to retract and her pupils returned to a normal diameter. Her fur now flat against her skin, she sat down on her branch and studied Hawks curiously. Once again he warily extended a hand toward her, keeping a close watch for claws and teeth, but was met with no resistance. Instead, Hime nuzzled her head into his open palm. “Alright kitty, come here.” Gently he scooped her from per perch and situated her against his chest inside his fur lined jacket. “Hang tight.”

With one hand he carefully picked his way down the tree. A branch snapped beneath him and he fell a few feet before catching himself, irritated, and continuing his descent. He sat on a branch adjacent to where the two young brothers were still perched. They watched him in awe, eyes wide and sparkling. Gently he pulled the (now purring contentedly) kitten from his coat and handed her over to the older boy.

“Wow! That was so cool!” Shuhei cheered, throwing a fist in the air. In his excitement he began to hover unsteadily over the branch where he was seated.

“Thank you so much, Mr. Hawks!” Haruto cradled the kitten in one arm and pulled his younger brother back down with his free hand. “I’m sorry she bit you.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Hawks shrugged and flashed his cheesiest grin “All in a day's work. Maybe keep that little one a way from trees from now on, though.”

“Yes sir!” Shuhei saluted clumsily with his small hand, grinning wide.

Hawks laughed. “Just call me Hawks.” Cautiously watching the kitten, who had seemingly fallen asleep, he gradually summoned his feathers back into arrangement on his back.

“I’m going to be a hero too, one day!” Shuhei buzzed with excitement.

“Oh yeah?” Still smiling at the young boys, wings intact, Hawks jumped gracefully down to the sidewalk below. “I can’t wait to see that. I bet you’re going to be awesome!”

Shuhei smiled and punched the air again “Yeah!”

“Thanks again Mr. Hawks!” Haruto called to the hero below.

“It’s just ‘Hawks’!” The Winged Hero corrected as he waved back at the boys. He continued on his way, mumbling something about cats and birds and hoping no one nearby had a camera pointed at him.

A/N:

This idea popped into my head and It wouldn’t leave until I wrote it down. I haven’t written anything in ages so my apologies if you can tell I’m out of practice! This was meant to be cute and funny, but I don’t know how to write funny so I hope it’s cute at least!! Also I have no idea who to write endings!?!?! I can see it clearly in my head but how to words?

[onewfantaesy]

In super bats au, there’s actually a fair few villains who flat out just won’t harm Robin. At least, not while he’s a cute little kid. So those first few years, there’s almost an unspoken rule amongst the evil elite of Gotham that you can’t touch the baby bird. You can do whatever you want to the big bad bat, and you can tie Robin up and make him watch, but you can’t physically hurt him. Not on purpose.

So when Taemin gets knicked by one of Poison Ivy’s plants and his little arm starts turning a nasty red and burning and aching and Minho is still busy fighting off part of it so it doesn’t spread to the rest of Gotham, it’s Poison Ivy herself who tuts and clicks her tongue and tells Taemin about how he needs to be more careful. And Taemin, so confused about why she’s being seemingly nice to him, is backed into a corner with his arm cradled to his chest. And when she holds out a vial, about to tip it out on his burning wound? He screams for Batman and immediately flies over to him.

“It’s the antidote, sweetie,” she tells him, still clicking her tongue at him. “So irresponsible: letting your baby bird get burned.”

Minho doesn’t trust her for a second, and instead wraps his cape around Taemin.

It’s a long fight. Minho gets the plant under control and stops it, but Taemin’s arm is still aching and burning, and he’s close to tears by the end of the fight. Minho knows it would take too long to figure out the antidote himself - at this rate, the poison is spreading too fast.

“Have I ever hurt the baby bird before?” Poison Ivy asks. “It’s the antidote. Really. If you don’t use it soon, his arm will fall off.”

“Batman?” Taemin squeaks, gripping his arm tighter to his chest.

Minho takes the vial, not at all liking how he’s so easily trusting a villain, and gives her his most intimidating glare.

“If this hurts him more,” he warns, “I will kill you.”

“It’s gonna sting, sweetie,” she tells Taemin, ignoring Minho completely.

Minho kneels down in front of Taemin, pulls out something relatively soft from his utility belt - a rope - and holds it up to Taemin’s mouth.

“Bite this,” Minho insists. “And you can squeeze my hand as tight as you need to. On three, okay?”

“Okay,” Taemin says in a shaking voice, and he bites down in the rope and squeezes Minho’s left hand.

“One,” Minho says. “Two.” And he pours the antidote over Taemin’s wound. He’s had to do similar first aid on Taemin enough times to know he flinches away once Minho gets to three. It’s best to surprise him.

Taemin flinches and jumps so high when it touches his skin that he actually flies for a moment. He doesn’t scream, but he whines more than usual and squeezes Minho’s hand harder than he ever has. But the redness immediately subsides from Taemin’s arm. The pain almost immediately goes away. The wound heals up quickly.

It leaves Taemin worn out and exhausted, and he presses himself against Minho’s chest and buries his face in his neck and won’t budge. The rope has since fallen to the floor, the fingers of Minho’s left hand are tingling, and the vial with only a drop left is capped and out in his utility belt to analyze back at the cave.

“The birdie wasn’t supposed to get hurt,” she tells him. “He’s too cute to poison.”

Minho doesn’t respond. He stays in the shadows until the cops show up, and then immediately leaves, Taemin still held close to his chest and hidden beneath his cape.

“Was my arm really gonna fall off?” Taemin asks in a shaking voice back at the cave. Minho has since done a routine check over him, and now they’re both cleaned up and sitting at the computer analyzing the compounds of the antidote.

“I think she was just trying to scare you,” Minho says softly. Then he fixes Taemin’s hair and smiles. “Why don’t you get some sleep? You’ve had a long night.”

“Wanna stay here,” Taemin mumbles, and he presses his face into Minho’s chest.

“You can stay here,” Minho insists, still playing with Taemin’s hair and covering him with a blanket.

Taemin is asleep on Minho’s lap after fifteen minutes.

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

An Unspoken Rule Part Ten

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Notes: No notes? But I really wanna thank everyone that’s reblogged and left comments. They mean the world to me!! 

Warnings: None?

Summary: Layla was starting to get on my nerves. Between wedding planning (she seemed determined to get married as quickly as possible while handling as few of the logistics as possible) and with this recent campaign for me to be as dolled up as possible in case I meet someone I’m interested in, my patience was starting to wear thin.

“There’s someone we want you to meet!”

Layla looked way too excited to see me, had practically ripped William’s birthday gift out of my hands and shoved it into his as she led me further into their apartment. I’d figured she was planning on leading me into the living room, but she steered me farther down the hall, into the bathroom.

“And the person you want me to meet is... in here?” I asked, looking around the small space. Layla giggled, shaking her head.

“Don’t be ridiculous! I just thought you’d want to put on some eyeliner or lipstick or something.” My eyes narrowed at her as she began to rummage around in her makeup bag. I didn’t say anything, turning wordlessly on my heel in favor of going into the kitchen. She called after me, but I ignored it.

Layla was starting to get on my nerves. Between wedding planning (she seemed determined to get married as quickly as possible while handling as few of the logistics as possible) and with this recent campaign for me to be as dolled up as possible in case I meet someone I’m interested in, my patience was starting to wear thin.

Their small kitchen was cramped with both of the Miller brothers in it, as well their ex-captain, Tom Davis. I smiled, giving him a quick hug. I’d met him twice before; it was clear how much he cared for my boys, so he was good in my book.

“Beer?” Benny offered.

“Please,” I said. He passed on to me, accompanied with a kiss on the forehead. I smiled, reaching up and patting his cheek before I took a sip.

Benny stepped aside to reveal William leaning back against the counter. He must’ve been keeping an eye on Benny, and now that his brother had stepped aside, his eyes had landed on me. I gave him a small, tight smile.

“Did I get to say happy birthday? I don’t think I got to say it,” I said. He smiled, shaking his head.

“I think something came and swept you away.” I snorted, and he straightened. We met in the middle of the kitchen. I was careful as I hugged him not to let my beer tip one way another.

“Happy birthday,” I mumbled into his shoulder.

“Thanks,” he said quietly.

“William!” I leaned away at the sound of Layla’s half-yell from the hall.

“Duty calls,” I teased. He didn’t smile, just nodded and turned away from me to answer her. I frowned as I watched him go, unable to shake the uneasy feeling that Layla’s yell has left me with.

“This the letter-writer?” I heard. I turned my head to see an attractive man coming into the kitchen with Benny. Benny didn’t answer him, just nodded before he stole my beer and mouthed, ‘Sorry’ at me.

——-

“You know, you’re even more gorgeous than the guys said.”

I might’ve been more flattered if it wasn’t the third compliment Santiago had lobbed in my direction in the last half hour, and if he hadn’t been slinging them all night. I knew if I asked Will he’d tell me that his friend was averaging one every ten minutes.

Tom had managed to steer the conversation away from Santiago’s compliments every time, but the poor man seemed to be at a loss. And while I had appreciated his help, maybe I was feeling a little mean.

“You think I’m gorgeous?” I repeated, folding my arms on the picnic table and leaning in a little bit.

“I do,” Santiago said with such sincerity, and my lips twitched with a smile as he leaned in in turn.

“Do you think...” we were both still leaning in, and I felt the guy’s’ eyes on us, “that I’m gorgeous enough to be one of your informants?”

Santiago’s smile disappeared, and he leaned back, scowling as the guys howled with laughter. I got up, picking up my empty beer bottle and giving William’s shoulder a squeeze before heading inside.

I hadn’t been flirted with quite this heavily before; Santiago was relentless to the point where I found myself wondering if maybe Layla had paid him to lay it on so thick. I felt like she’d been watching me like a hawk all night, especially if I was anywhere near Will.

“So that’s what the guys told you about me, huh? Good to know.” I looked up to find that Santiago had followed me inside.

“Where does this go?” He asked, holding his own empty bottle up.

“You can give that to me.”

“Nah, you can just tell me, I’ve got it. I think you’ll find me very capable,” he said simply. I rolled my eyes before nodding to the recycle bin.

“You don’t like me very much, do you,” He said as he set the bottle down.

“I don’t know you well enough to pass that judgement.” Santiago nodded, crossing the kitchen. I expected him to walk out, but he passed me instead, heading to the sink and turning on the faucet.

“You don’t have to do that. I can grab those later,” I said, but he waved me off.

“You’ve been taking care of everyone all night. I don’t mind. ‘Sides, I hate a dirty kitchen.”

“That something you picked up from the service?” I asked. He shook his head.

“Something I got from my mom.” I watched him for a few moments before walking over to the fridge.

“You want another one?” I offered.

“Sure,” he smiled at me over his shoulder. I grabbed one for each of us and opened them before I walked back over to the sink, setting one down near him.

“Thanks,” he said. I nodded before pushing myself up onto the counter beside the sink. I heard a burst of laughter from the group outside and leaned into Santiago’s space a little, peering through the window. I couldn’t help myself smiling at the sight of Will grinning so wide.

We still talked on the phone every day; our schedules rarely matched up, and we’d leave one another voicemails. I’d never admit it, but I loved it; it was like we were still writing one another letters. He’d call me when he was on his way to work or the VA or to his parents’; I’d call him on lunch break at work, or while I was grading papers. Sometimes we’d manage to catch one another, and we’d talk for hours. I’d fallen asleep listening to him twice.

We never spoke about it when we saw one another in person; neither of us had mentioned it to Benny. I would’ve known if Will had, because I’d never hear the end of it. Benny still made fun of me for having a crush on Will back in the day. But part of me wondered if he’d mentioned it to Layla, and that was why she’d been so insistent about my dating again. 

“So, you and Benny, that ever happen?” Santiago asked. My brows rose and I leaned back against the cabinet.

“No.”

“What about you and Ironhead?” I shook my head.

“Nah. The guys didn’t tell you that we hadn’t?”

“They did, but they’re also very protective of you. Wouldn’t be surprised if they kept it quiet to defend your honor.” I rolled my eyes, mumbling,

“There isn’t much left to defend.”  

Santiago laughed loudly, and I smiled, unable to help it. It was a pleasant sound.

“So what about you and me, that ever gonna happen?” He asked as he shut the faucet off and dried his hands. I watched him for a moment. For the first time since I’d met him, his flirting seemed genuine instead of showy.

“... It’s being considered.”

Santiago picked his beer up, lightly clinking the neck of his against the neck of mine.

“I will take that.”

——

“Look, I know that little crush of yours has reared its ugly head again. This could be so good for you,” Becca said, staring down at me. I didn’t answer, more focused on my breathing and maintaining a firm grip on the 75 pound straight bar I was using for chest presses. Becca had come to the gym with me and Benny that morning. I’d started going regularly with him as he began to train to fight again, and Becca had started to come with us as well, though I was starting to get the impression she was more interested in Benny than in fitness.

“And Santiago is... so cute. Hot, even.”

“Doing real well with this whole convincing thing, Beck,” I hissed out before replacing the bar in its cradle. I wilted, regaining control of my breathing. Becca leaned on the bar, folding her arms.

“Fine. How about this: Will is not interested. He’s never been into you, he treats you like a little sister. He still calls you ‘kid’, he’s engaged,” she listed, ticking the reasons off of her fingers.

“You two are never gonna happen. Ever. And you’re not fourteen anymore. He moved on with his life, it’s time for you to move on with yours.” I sat up, back to Becca. It hurt to hear, but deep down, I knew she was right. The idea of William had always been a long shot, because that was all it was: an idea. A childish, stupid idea.

“You good?” Benny asked, coming over to where me and Becca were. I nodded, getting up. I made to follow Benny to the next circuit, but Becca grasped my arm.

“If that was too harsh—“ She started. I stopped her, shaking my head.

“It was... perfect. And you’re right.” I smiled.

“Thanks, Becca.”

———

“I kinda figured you’d text me,” I said, putting the phone on speaker before setting it back atop a pile of papers I had left to grade.

“A little birdy told me that you prefer to talk on the phone,” Santiago said. I froze, eyeing the screen where Will’s name had popped up, trying to call me. I felt something heavy in my gut, and it took everything in me to decline the call.  Santiago’s, “Still there?” Reminded me that this wasn’t about William Miller.

“Yes! Yeah— Sorry, you caught me in the middle of grading.” We chatted for a little bit, about the weather, what had happened at school that day, the fact that Santiago had booked his flight to Colombia. 

“So how much longer are you gonna be in town?” I asked.

“Long enough to take you on a date,” was Santiago’s easy answer.

“You gonna come over and clean my kitchen?” I teased, and was surprised by the earnestness of his,

“If that’s what you want.”

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Tag list: @playbucky @calirindo

[waterloou]

the new kid in town from zombies 2 with nooks

This took longer than I expected bc it ended up waaay longer than I expected but:

Apollo was feeding Malachai, a soft, large black cat, when the cat jumped from the table and trotted towards an approaching woman. She was beathtaking.

Her lips were painted black, black hair shiny and fell to her shoulders. Her outfit was a similar color, chic and sophisticated.

A wide smile broke across her face as the cat approached her, stretching its paws up to be held.

“Hello” she cooed, picking him up with ease and cradling him, scratching his ears as he happily purred in her arms.

Apollo stood up, mouth unable to form words, as she got closer, her short stature becoming more and more apparent.

“Who’s this cutie?” She asked, looking up at him. A hint of pink flashed across her cheeks.

“Malachai”

“Malachai” she looked back down at the cat and cooed.

“And you are?”

“Brooks. But you can call me Apollo”

She looked up and smirked, “fits. I’m Nai.”

“What brings you here today, Nai?”

“Just looking. Need my cat fix. I’m moving here soon, was thinking about getting a cat.” She hummed, bouncing the cat, who nuzzled his head against her arm.

“Is he always this snuggly?”

“Not usually. He’s a big lug who steals everyone’s food.” He scratched the cat under his chin. “Little stinker”

“You two close?”

“Yeah, he’s my best mate”

“Adorable”

-

When it came time for her to leave, Apollo nearly had to pry the cat off the woman.

“I’ll be back soon, Mally “ she waved to them both before leaving.

Malachai slumped in Apollo’s arms and let out a sad mewl.

“I know buddy, same here”

—

Nai came in weekly after that, her time there increasing each time.

-

“You finally move?” Apollo asked as her hand hovered over the adoption papers, Malachai perched on her shoulder

She nodded, “Just yesterday”

“That sounds like a cause for a celebration”

“It is. That’s why I’m getting the adoption papers” she giggled, moving Malachai to her arm as she filled out the paper with the pen.

“So you taking him away from me? Heartless” he joked.

“As if I wouldn’t let you see him” she looked up and winked at him.

“Really?”

“I’m not one to deprive you of a best friend. You’re always welcome to visit.”

His smile widened.

“Really?”

“Oh yeah, stop by anytime”

“I’ll definitely take you up on that”

She finished up the sheet and handed it to him, her fingers brushing his. He felt his heart stutter in his chest and butterflies flurry in his stomach.

“So. What’s next?”

“Uh, we process this and you’ll have Mally here with you within the week.”

“Can’t wait.” She scratched Malachai’s chin and he purred.

“I think he’s excited too”

“I’d hope so...what time do you get off work tonight?”

“Bout an hour”

“Text me when you do” she handed him her card, “we’ll celebrate.”

“I would, but it’s a roommate bonding night.”

“Bring them too. The more the merrier.”

Apollo felt breathless, and nodded.

“I’ve got to go unpack more,” she started, carefully unhinging Malachai from her shirt and handing him to Apollo. The cat grumbled in his arms.

“See you later” she waved her fingers and walked out.

Apollo looked at the number in his hands for a few moments, gobsmacked.

“You are a lucky man Malachai” he muttered, pocketing the card and pulling out his phone.

‘We’re going out tonight’

-

“What do you mean we’re going out tonight?”

Nim came through the doors 20 minutes later.

“Little birdie find something that spark his interest?” She sat down across from him, smile spread wide and brow raised.

“Or...someone?”

He pulled out a card and handed it to her.

“Ooo, an editor in Chief? Look at you go” she handed it back to him, “I’m in. But first, gimme”

She held her hands out. He took a clementine from his desk and placed it in her palm.

“While I appreciate you carrying these around, I was talking about this handsome man” she pointed to Malachai.

He handed the cat over to her and the cat curled up in her arms.

“Hello my prince, and how are you today?” She asked, kissing his head. He meowed in response.

“I’m gonna close up, it’s been dead all day anyways.” Apollo got the cleaning supplies out and headed towards the kennels.

-

They were told to meet Nai at a bar in the middle of town.

She had changed into a slimming dress and boots, her lips shining with a new layer of black paint.

Apollo found himself staring at her mouth, imagining what it would look like on his, how it would feel on his. Were her lips soft? They looked really soft. He imagined black smudges all over his lips, jaw, neck…

“You’re drooling little honeybee” a small voice whispered in his ear. He jumped and looked over to his smiling roommate.

“Let’s go, she’s just noticed us” she pushed him forward as Nai waved in their direction.

“Hey”

“Hey” Nai’s eye’s crinkled when she smiled.

“I’m Nim” Nim stuck out her hand.

“Really nice to meet you” Nai clasped her hand in hers, “oh, this is beautiful” she motioned to the tattoo on her hand.

“Brooks here did it” Nim clapped him on the shoulder”

“You’re a man of many talents.” Nai gave him a sweet smile before turning to the bar, “what do you all want? I’ll pay for the first round. To celebrate Malachai”

-

Once they got their round and toasted, Nim snuck off to give the two some alone time, taking her time, flirting with the cute bartender.

-

A few drinks in, the two were giggling together, showing each other cute pictures of animals on their phones. Nim waltzed over.

“Hello little birds.”

Apollo turned to her, the biggest grin on his face.

“Nim! A puppy! Look at this puppy!”

“It has its head in a piece of bread!” Nai chimes in behind him, her cheeks a blotchy drunk pink.

“That’s adorable” Nim looked at the two knowingly.

-

Nai picked up Malachai within the next few days, and invited Apollo over on the weekend.

He walked up the stairs of her apartment complex, hands sweating and heart pumping. He was excited. She seemed to really like him back and was charming and sweet.

As he raised his hand to knock, the door opened, a black cat darting out to wind around his ankles.

“Hey buddy!” He picked the cat up and kissed its head.

“Hello” he looked towards Nai, who was smiling at him brightly.

“Hey”

“Come in. Would you like anything to drink? Tea? Coffee? Water? Liquor?...soda?”

“Coffee? Iced?”

“Of course” she set her own mug down and poured the coffee into his cup.

“Milk?” He nodded, she grabbed the jug and added a bit in, before reaching for her sugar packets.

“Sugar?”

“Sweet enough to kill a man”

She laughed and grabbed six, emptying them all into the concoction, Apollo’s eyes widened..

“I could kiss you” he said before he could stop himself.

She hummed in response, grabbing ice from the freezer, “maybe later, if you’re good” she deposited them into the drink and stirred it with a spoon.

Turning to him, she paused as she took in his dazed expression, “Apollo?”

“Hm?”

“Coffee?” She held up the drink and he nodded, taking it from her and downing half of it.

Nai giggled and picked up her mug, walking past him to her table.

He spun and looked around before joining her.

“I’m guessing you like black”

“How ever could you tell?” She smiled coquettish behind the rim of her mug, her black lipstick leaving a stain on the white porcelain.

Black smudges against his skin flashed in his mind again before he took another gulp of his coffee.

They made some small talk before breaking off in tangents about random subjects, sometimes leaving them in fits of giggles.

Malachai meowed loudly, giving Nai a dramatic look from his spot in Apollo’s arms.

“Aww baby are you hungry?” She cooed, running her finger gently down his nose. He stretched in response.

“Well I guess it’s food time” she chuckled, getting up and heading to the food cabinet.

Malachai was up and by her feet in an instant, twirling around her ankles as she attempted to pour out his food. Before she had finished pouring, the cat attacked the bowl with the ferocity of a thing starved of food for days.

“I fed you this morning” she sighed.

“He’s a greedy one” Apollo laughed.

“Obviously.” She put the food back and sat back down at the table, placing her chin in hand.

-

The two had relocated to the park, their hands at their sides, brushing against each other’s every once in a while.

“It’s really nice out tonight” Apollo took a deep breath in, his eyes fluttering closed, lashes brushing the tops of his cheeks.

“Beautiful, definitely.” Nai’s looked at him, a small smile on her face.

He opened his eyes to see her.

“Hey”

Her hand reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind his ear, resting it on his cheek. His hand came up to rest on hers, slightly hesitant, he leaned down, and she closed the distance, their lips completely missing each other at first.

They shared a laugh, before trying again, Apollo’s hand now resting gently on the nape of her neck.

Her lips were softer than he imagined, molding perfectly against his. She tasted of sweet cinnamon and coffee. Her thumbs stroked his cheeks, and he couldn’t help but smile, bringing her closer.

When they finally pulled apart, his hair was mussed, black lipstick smudged all over his mouth.

Nai giggled

“What?” She motioned to her mouth area, which also was smudged.

Apollo chuckled, “I’ve been thinking about that more than you’d think” he gently brushed some off her chin, and she reached up to return but he stopped her.

“Nah I like it” they stood there for a moment before kissing again.

-

Nai woke up to soft breath on her neck, she looked down to see Apollo sleeping peacefully, his arm and leg slug over her torso and face buried in her neck. She watched as the morning sun glistened off his lashes, his lips slightly parted, hair falling into his face.

She gently moved it, tucking it behind his ear, her hand lingering on his cheek.

Lips moved against her neck, forming into a smile as the man stirred, his lashes tickling her skin as they fluttered open.

“Hmm” he hummed, his arm tightening slightly around her.

She was radiant. Her skin glowed in the warm beam of sunrise, her hair spread like a halo around her head on the pillow. Her thumb came to wipe some black lipstick off his jaw, and he held her hand in his.

“Morning”

“Morning” if only he could wake up to that beautiful song for eternity, he would never live another day in sorrow.

“You’re breathtaking “ he looked at her in awe, causing her cheeks to tint red.

“You’re not too bad yourself “

-

They sat on her couch, Malachai curled on Nai’s lap as she drank her coffee. Apollo’s eyes kept drifting to her distractedly until she caught his gaze.

“Hey”

“Hey” her phone rang and she sighed, before picking it up, giving him an apologetic glance before getting up. Malachai grumbled as he was displaced, only to be cuddled by Apollo.

“Yes, yes, uh huh. No I told-are you serious?” Nai groaned over the phone, “It’s not supposed to be done for another week!” She ran her hand over her face, nodding occasionally.

“Mhm, yeah, ok, ok, ok. Wish you’d have informed me sooner but I’ll handle it. Just, gimme a day. It’ll be solved.” She sighed before hanging up.

“I hate to kick you out but-“

“I understand. Work gets crazy. But I’ll see you soon?”

Her face softened, “of course. I’ll let you know when I’m free.”

“Great” Apollo got dressed and kissed her on his way out, feeling better than he ever had.

-

A few days later, he received a text.

‘Work is finally done. You free for dinner? My treat?’ A smile spread across his face.

“Oh does baby bird have another date?” Nim asked, sitting across from him, stirring her tea.

“Possibly. Yes” he grinned wider.

“Good. I like this one.” She took a small sip, “She compliments you well.”

“She really does”

‘Yup. Where we goin?’

-

He showed up to the restaurant, donning his black pants and lace red shirt, Nim had volunteered to do some eye makeup on him.

He spotted Nai sitting in front, donning a lacy black dress and black lipstick.

She paused for a moment as she saw him, before giving him a small smile. He felt his breath hitch, she got more gorgeous everytime he saw her.

“You look handsome” she kissed his cheek before taking his hand.

“You too. I mean, ethereal.” She chuckled and they walked in to the restaurant together.

They talked and talked until it closed, and talked some more on their drive to hers. They never seemed to run out of things to discuss.

They were greeted by a loud yowl as they got inside, and Malachai rushed up to them, climbing up Apollo’s leg until he rested on his shoulder, purring loudly.

“I think he missed you” Nai giggled as she set her stuff down, “coffee?”

“It’s 10pm?”

“Coffee.” Nai headed to her coffee pot and poured out a cup for herself. He chuckled and grabbed a cup from the cabinet.

“I guess it wouldn’t hurt”

“It usually helps if I’ve drank some wine” She massaged her temples, “love it but it gives me a headache sometimes”

He poured himself a cup and looked for the sugar packets.

“Sugar?”

“Hm?”

“Where’s the sugar?”

“In the black Pot” she motioned to the little black container with a lid next to the spice rack. He opened it to see sugar.

“Figured it would be easier to access” she mumbled softly, her cheeks reddening as she moved towards her bedroom.

“I’m gonna get into something more comfortable, there should be some sweats and shirt on the couch.

“It’s like you were planning on me staying over.”

“Well, aren’t you?” She raised her brow and he chuckled, setting his coffee down to start to undo his shirt. Her eyes lingered on him a little longer before she disappeared into her room, appearing a little later in some shorts and a T-shirt, face clear of makeup and hair pulled up in a bun.

Apollo smiled up at her from his place on the couch, holding his coffee in hand.

“Your head feel a little better?”

“Yeah, a bit” she pulled Malachai into her lap and nuzzled her face against his fur. He purred and started kneading her shirt.

“He’s one lucky cat”

“And why’s that?”

“Many reasons.”

“Like?” She smirked at him, placing her chin on her hand.

“I met you because of him. Also he gets to see you everyday like that’s one lucky cat!”

She leaned forward and kissed him.

[joylessholland]

Rivals (Part 2) Harry Potter!au

TOMXREADER!wizards

(1,703 words)  Warnings: Swearing, spells

A/N: This part has taken me so long to make again it will because I really wanna do Harry Potter justice. All of the spells in the imagine come from an official website So if I used some wrong please tell me. Thanks for the moodboard @kingquackdaddy   BTW I’m so close to 200 kittens (i’ve tried posting this like 3 times it won't show up on the page HELP)

Masterlist  Requests  Part One

The sound of someone rummaging through a bag of candy startled you awake, opening your eyes the brightness of the world shocked your senses “Hey, you're awake.” Mary giggled wrist deep in a box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans “What…happened” you ask sitting up hissing in pain as a horrible pain shoots through your arm “You fell off your broom” Mary says putting a pillow under your back “No, I was knocked off, I’ve pulled that move off one thousand times, it was him…wasn’t it?” you growl grabbing a jelly bean “I told you he was competitive.” She said shyly as Madam Pomfrey waddles over “How are you feeling, dear?” looking over your arm she mutters a little spell under her breath making the pain go away. “Better now.” You smile as she grabs you robes from the drawer “No rigorous activity till that heals, that means no…” “Don’t say it” you interrupt sighing sadly “No quidditch” she coos walking away

The rest of the day went by slowly that was until study hour, a loud flap echoes through the great hall as a hawk lands on Toms book with a loud screech. “Hey, their birdy” he chuckles as his friend point to you “She’s trained to catch snakes.” You snap poking Tom in the shoulder “Wrong house love” his voice arrogant “look I’m sorry you can’t keep your hands on your broom, but that’s not my fault.” He smirks “Why you little…” you stop yourself “You might think that your little stunt put me out for the season, it didn’t.” you growl storming off

“you sure you’re alright, sweetheart,” your mother asks over the mirror “yes, mother. You don’t have to come, it’s just a broken arm. Madam Pomfrey is healing it daily for me.” “So, what are you gonna do about that boy?” her voice changed from mother to teenage girl in a matter of seconds “What can I do? I can’t prove he did anything” “You could turn him into a rat and let Aya play with him.” You mother laughs “MOM!” you shout in disbelief “Kidding, kidding maybe, no kidding. You’ll get through this don’t worry. I have to go someone’s here. Be good, love you” “Love you,” you say before closing the mirror and placing into your pocket.

A gust of cold wind swept over the roof as you stared at the moon petting Aya. She hisses in your arms as the door you the roof opens and Tom walks out tip of his wand shining bright “Nox” he whispers and the light fizzles out “What do you want?” you ask not giving him a second glance “I wanted to apologize, I’m not usually an ass, I was just doing that so…” he looks at the ground “What” turning you look at him “Why when is come to me are you a huge div” “because my friends were there” “That gives you the right” you snap stomping over to him “to be a horrible person, what if I was killed? What if I would have gone flying into the crown? What if…” “But you didn’t” he cuts you off “That’s not the point, you div” you snarl “calm down, love.” He smiles. Why was his smile so cute you hated that it made you want to forgive him “I understand where your coming from and I’m sorry” squinting your eyes “and” sighing he laughs “and I was a huge div, who got too competitive and shouldn’t have said those things about you” he smiled again and you finally gave in “Fine walk me back to my dorm. Aya!” swooping down the hawk changes into a small monkey that sits on your shoulder pulling out his wand he flicks it in the air “Lumos” a small bead of light appears on the tip of his hand. Holding out his arm he asks “Shall we” jumping down from your shoulder Aya lands on his arm and scratches her head ‘We shall” you say walking to the door.

Snowflakes floated in the air as the cold air of winter nipped at your exposed skin. “See you after the holiday,” Mary said passing you in the courtyard “Happy Christmas” you shout after her walking back into the castle. Reaching your hand deep into your handbag you pull out a small jar of grey powder. Footsteps on the stone floor snaps your attention to Tom walking over to you. “Aren’t you going home for Christmas?” you ask as he stands next to you “No” Tom says sadly “what about your parents? ”They don’t actually know I’m here” he sighed looking at his shoes “What? Aren’t they worried sick?” you say putting a hand on his shoulder “Maybe, or they’re just happy their freak of a son is out of their hair” Joining him looking at the floor feeling a little bad for him. Just a few months ago you wanted to push him off the roof, but now after getting you know him a little better you realize he’s isn’t that bad. “You know? I could use some help at the shop.” Sheepishly you hold up the jar of grey powder “Floo Powder?” Tom asks as you shove him into the fireplace in front of you “Just say… Ollivander’s” swallowing hard you pour a bit of powder into his hand “Are you sure?” nodding he stands as straight as he can in the small fireplace “Ollivander’s” he shouts throwing the powder at his feet. Tom is quickly engulfed in green flames, disappearing. Repeating his actions, you feel a small bit of warmth on your skin before stepping out of a tall fireplace in a crowded attic.

“Home sweet home” you cough waving away dust in the air. “Come on, let's get the shop open.” You say rushing to the little hatch in the floor “Wait, you were being serious about the whole needing help at the shop?” Tom scoffed “Why else would I have invited you” winking you open the hatch and jump down.

A small old woman wearing tattered robes steps in “Costumer” Tom says from his spot on a high latter, stocking wands. “Good morning Miss Wheeler, your wand is ready just give me one second,” You say stepping into the workshop. “Good morning,” Tom says wiping the dust off his hands “You’re new,” she says leaning on the counter “Holiday helper” Tom jokes as you walk in with an old wand box. Placing it on the counter the old women slowly opens the box gasping when she sees the slim piece of wood. “It’s so beautiful,” she says weakly tears brimming in her eyes “How much?” she asks pulling out a small brown coil bag “Five silver” shooting you a confused look Tom keeps his mouth shut. Paying the woman extends her gratitude leaving the shop cradling the box. “A wand like that is at least five GOLD,” Tom says as you put the money away “It was her husband’s wand, it burned in a fire. It’s all she has of him.” A shrill scream from outside raises Tom from his chair, running outside you see three large men crowding the old woman. One trying to pry the wand from her grasp.

Pulling out his wand Tom points at the nearest man “Stupefy” he yells sending the man flying down the cobblestone streets. Turning to the pair of you the other men raise their wands “Back off kids and we won’t hurt you.” Flicking your wand at the smaller man her defects the quick spell shooting another at you, dodging it the men begin walking towards you “Confundo” Tom snaps flourishing his wand striking one man in the chest making him stumble and fall over grabbing his head “Why you little” one says raising his wand “Expelliarmus” you snap making his wand fly from his hand, “Accio” he screams as his wand flies back to his hand turning his attention to you he smirks “Everte Statum” feeling a rush of pressure you are flung back into a stack of boxes. Hearing a loud ringing your vision goes blurry for a moment seeing Tom fighting the man off he uses a spell to rocket the man down the street. Slowly raising to your feet, you notice the man Tom had charmed was free of the spell and was pointing his wand at you. Looking at your wand on the ground you freeze as the large man flicks his wrist “Sectumsempra” he shouts at you. Running and sliding on his feet Tom is hit with the brunt of the spell. Falling to the ground you hear the woman shout some spell you count quite make out. The tip of her wand was spewing white flames scaring the men off.

Grabbing your wand, you look back to Tom, gasping at the sight of him you rush to his side. A series of small gashes were visible on his exposed skin. Blood soaked through his shirt as he gasped for air writhing in pain. Closing your eyes, you think hard for a moment. waving your wand over his body “Vulnera Sanentur” you mutter as the blood slowly begins to disappear. Gripping your arm, he breathes in deeply sitting up with a jolt “Are you okay” he pants checking you for injuries. “Thanks for the save,” you say brushing his curls from his face “You could have died, I sure as hell didn’t know that spell you did.” “A lot of time in the infirmary you catch a few things” you joke helping him up hissing in pain. “Your arm” he snaps grabbing your hand leading you back into the shop.

“There all better” Tom says closing the first aid kit “Thank you,” you say as he puts it back in a cabinet. Walking over to you he looks deeply into your eyes “It was nothing” he says. Getting lost in his eyes you grab his collar and smash his lips against yours. For a moment he tenses but soon relaxes into the kiss and his hand finds its way to the back of your neck. Breaking the kiss, he presses his forehead against yours “I should save you more often” grinning you kiss him again.

[little-writings]

hiiii, i love your blog so much and your prompts are so amazing!! can i request how jumin and mc would react to elizabeth the 3rd having kittens? just thinking about jumin's reaction makes me smile! if you can do it that would be so great! also keep up the great work! i always look forward to your posts!! :-)

Aw, thank you so much! I’d be more than happy to do your request, I’ve been thinking that the idea is simply adorable!

Thank you and have a wonderful day! Thank you

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“Love!” Jumin stirred you gently from your sleep, your lids opening groggily, his gaze bright and warm with delight. 

“Hm…?” You murmur. “What…What is it?”

“Elizabeth gave birth,” He chuckled. “The kittens are here!” 

You both had been waiting excitedly for months as you had heard of Elizabeth’s pregnancy, she herself having been getting along with the new neighbor’s cat, the two merely having been introduced when the neighbor, Seung introduced themself. 

From then on, the two cats had been inseparable. 

“The…The kittens…!” You beamed, erupting forward, your sleepy steps causing you to stumble just a tad, Jumin wrapping his arms around you for support, stifling his laughter.

“She’s in the little bed we made for her and kittens,” He hummed. “Elizbeth 3rd is still very tired, but I’m sure she’ll be more than happy to see you.” 

A dim light was turned on beside Elizabeth 3rd, her bright white fur cradled about her newborn kittens, licking their thin, matted fur gently. 

Six.

Six brand new kittens, all of them mewling blindly, tiny paws reaching out for their mother.

“Oh my goodness!” You gasped. “Look at them!” 

“I know.” 

“Oh, Seung will be so happy!” You cried, fingers hovering over your mouth as you withheld your enthusiasm. “I can’t believe it!” 

Jumin reached out to Elizabeth 3rd, a hand wrapping behind her ear, almost immediately purrs emanating from her. 

“Would you like to name one of them dear?” 

“Really?” Your eyes widened like dinner plates at the very idea, a swarm of names flooding into your head.

“Yes of course darling, Elizabeth adores you, I’m sure she’d like nothing more.” 

“That means you have to name one too you know.” 

“What do you mean?”

“She may like me but you’re clearly her favorite!” You snickered. “She treasures you!” 

“I…I don’t know-” 

You took his hands in your own, squeezing them fondly. 

“We both treasure you.” You cooed. “Now come on, we can decide on names, together.” 

He smiled, sighing, pulling you close to him, pressing a tender kiss to the back of your palm. 

“I’d like that.” 

You pointed out the first one, stroking his speckled back softly, his head turning in your direction curiously, eyes still shut.

“What do you think about this one?”

He thought for a moment, peering closer, the kitten sniffing him out, pressing its nose delicately to his own, crinkling as Jumin couldn’t help but grin.

“Benjamin.” 

“Benjamin…” You repeated it quietly, nodding. “Perfect.” 

“What about the next one?”

The next one was a murky gray, hints of white spotted against her fur. 

“I like…Rosie.”

“That sounds wonderful.” He brightened the second he heard the name. “She’s a lovely addition.” 

“How about just one more?” You suggested. “I’m sure Seung will want to name the other ones.” 

“Of course.” 

The last one was almost purely white, gray stripes along the tail and drawing along the ear. 

And as you both tried to come up with something, an idea burst into your mind.

“I got it!” 

“What?”

“Birdie!” 

“…What for-” 

It clicked in his head.

“Oh, I see.” He laughed, his arms winding about you affectionately, head resting on your shoulder. “My golfing abilities have finally come into play then it seems.” 

“Well of course! Your golfing talent is cute!” 

“Cuter than the kittens?”

“You’re cuter than the kittens.” You exclaimed, snickering as heat erupted onto Jumin’s cheeks, embarrassedly clearing his throat. 

“T-Thank you l-love.” He admitted. “But admittedly, there’s still something far more charming than I.” 

“No way!” You cried. “What is it?”

“You.” 

[fanficimagery]

Anonymous said: A jeffxreader where she sits with the jocks at their lunch table bc she recently broke her arm and they are rlly protective of her especially jeff bc he likes her and just include silly banter amongst all of them and maybe later jeff finally gets the courage to ask her out and she happily agrees and fluff thnx <3

Author’s Note: Dear requester, I had to switch arm to ankle because I royally screwed up. Sorry!

JEFF X READER

"Seriously, Jeff, you don't have to keep driving me to school," you chuckle. "I’m plenty capable of doing things on my own still.”

Shaking his head in refusal, Jeff parks in the student parking lot of the high school before turning towards you. "If it wasn't for me goading you, you wouldn't have been playing flag football with us, Y/N. I sometimes forget just how rowdy those idiots can get."

"It's not your fault."

"It kind of is."

As you grin at him, your mind takes you back to the previous weekend when Jeff goaded you into playing flag football with him and the other jocks. It was meant to be fun and it was, but then they divided up the teams into shirts vs. skins and while you were ogling Jeff who'd been on the skins team.. Monty and Justin got a little too rough, and pulled you down into their playful scuffle. Only it wasn't so playful and you're the one who ended up being injured.

You wrinkle your nose at Jeff. "I take it back. It's totally your fault," you mumble.

He laughs, oblivious to the real reasoning you were distracted that day on the field. "I'm glad we agree. Now come on, lets head to class."

For some reason, however, today is just not your day. You've managed before to go from class to class without any problems, but it's like someone jinxed you. Your ankle is suddenly bothering you, you keep losing your balance, and every single person who comes up to you with pity in their expressions just grates on your nerves.

But it's Tyler who really pushes you over the edge. Tyler who, if he doesn't have his camera in your face, is waiting around the corner and shooting candids after you’ve told him numerous of times to leave you alone.

And then by some miraculous decision the following day, you find people backing off as the jocks take point. First it's Jeff walking you and carrying your book bag the first two class periods, then Zach shoots that puppy smile at you to distract you so he could steal your belongings and carry them for the next class period, Justin somehow figures that taking notes for you fourth and fifth period will help you out, and Monty just scowls at anyone who tries talking to you in sixth. Bryce chats you up in seventh and even offers to drive you home after school, but Walker's always given you a weird vibe that you politely decline and mention you'll just wait for Jeff.

They keep it up for a whole two weeks and apparently aren't going to let up anytime soon.

"Seriously, man, just ask her out," Monty grunts, lifting weights at Jeff's side. "Since you've appointed us her body guards, everyone tends to steer clear. You have no competition."

Jeff shakes his head. "It's not that simple. We have a good thing right now and I don't want to ruin it by putting her on the spot. I'm not even sure she likes me," he grunts. "If she doesn't like me, I make things weird and I lose my friend."

The weights drop from Monty's hands with a loud thump! "You're joking, right?" He comes to stand in front of Jeff, a look of disbelief in his features. Jeff shrugs and gently places his own set of weights down. "Dude. The reason Y/N ended up with a broken ankle is because she was too busy staring at you prancing around half naked to see the scuffle heading straight for her."

"What?"

This time, Monty laughs. "Atkins. Bro," he shakes his head in amused disbelief. "I just- I can't with you right now."

As Monty turns to head out of the lifting room, Jeff jogs after him. "Wait! What do you mean? Come on, Cruz, don't be an asshole!"

Jeff's stacking food onto one lunch tray for the both of you when you feel someone yank your crutches from your hands. You mutter curses at the idiot who dare take away the only thing helping you walk, but as you try to hop around and tell off whoever's taken them you feel an arm at your back and the person bends just low enough for their other arm to cradle the back of your knees.

Scooped up in a bridal carry, you soon come face to face with a beaming Zach. "Dammit, Gigantor! Put me down."

"No can do, Y/L/N. We're eating outside today and you take forever to hobble down a few steps."

You want to argue back with him, but you know he's right. You still haven't mastered taking the stairs with crutches, but being carried draws attention and that's the last thing you want. So instead of arguing a pointless argument with Zach, you look to Jeff. "Jeffrey, tell the Giant to let me go. I'm plenty capable of walking. Or hopping."

"Sorry, babe. He does have a point."

Babe? You blink in surprise and your mind blanks.

Not a single word leaves your mouth, what little processing your brain is capable of still stuck on the word babe and how it effortlessly fell from Jeff's lips. Zach, too, seems rather amused, but more by the blush slowly staining your cheeks as opposed to Jeff's sudden realization of what he's just said. Your mouth opens, but nothing comes out and Jeff sheepishly smiles at you before busying him by putting your favorite foods on the tray. Zach snorts and as you wrap your arms around his neck to help stabilize yourself, you pinch one of his earlobes. 

"You know, you do complain an awful lot for being carried by one of the sweetest guys in school." You turn towards the voice and Jessica smiles impishly at you, she being the one to carry your crutches as Justin loads up a lunch tray for himself and her. It's awfully cute how Justin tends to his girlfriend and you try not to think too much on how Jeff's doing the same for you. His friend.

But you put that on the back burner for now and shrug at Jessica. "I know he means well, but I don't like being so high up. I'm afraid of heights."

Jess giggles and Zach rolls his eyes. "We can't all be fun-sized like you, Y/N."

You glare halfheartedly as he starts walking, easily maneuvering around the cafeteria and out the side doors. Jeff follows behind him, winking at you when you pout at him in defeat, and behind him follows Justin and Jessica. Monty brings up the rear, a tray loaded with enough food for three people and you guess that that's why Zach didn't seem too upset about carrying you. Monty was getting his food for him.

You have lunch with the jocks outside as you’ve recently been doing, Jeff nearly sitting thigh to thigh with you. Zach and Monty bicker in front you and to your left sits Justin and Jessica who seem in their own little world. 

Halfway through lunch, Monty and Zach start to get a little loud for their friendly banter, and you throw a half eaten french fry at them. "Cool it, Twilight!" You direct at Monty. "The last thing I need is you to start a fight and break something else on me. Again."

Monty scowls. "Twilight?"

"Yeah." You shrug as Jessica snickers, she and Justin now tuned in to what you're saying. "You remind me of that werewolf guy with the anger issues. Always quick to be offended and just itching for a fight."

Zach starts laughing now and Monty quickly punches his arm. Then he turns his attention back on you. "I don't know whether to laugh at the fact you actually watched those movies or be offended you compared me to a mutt."

"He is a hot mutt," Jessica muses and then shrieks when Justin tickles her in retaliation.

You, however, you just smirk and shrug. "We all had our phases. I'm not ashamed to admit I watched the movies."

"Uh huh." His eyes narrow on you and he looks seconds away from retorting with some stupid remark, but his gaze darts to Jeff instead. "Atkins, get your girl under control. She's being a dick."

You laugh at his assessment, but your heart's pounding and you're praying your laugh doesn't sound as nervous as you feel. 

Your girl. Monty called you Jeff's girl and so far, Jeff's not denying it and no one at your table looks like it's a big deal when it should be a big deal! You and Jeff are friends, nothing more. Nothing less. Although you wouldn't mind if it was something more.

A few more seconds pass and all Jeff does is laugh, and you figure that if Jeff's going to play it cool, then so can you.

So you scoff. "His girl?" You muse, raising an eyebrow at Monty while casually leaning your head on Jeff's shoulder. "Do you see me wearing his Letterman? I'm no one's girl, Montgomery."

"Is that all it takes, Y/L/N?" Monty grins. "You're easier than I thought you'd be."

Despite the double meaning behind his words, you let it slide. "That and a peanut butter cookie. You boys don't realize that us girls like to be fed, too. Food makes all the difference. You should takes some notes."

A cookie lands in front of you before Monty can retort and your teasing smirk falls. Your head swivels to face Jeff on your right, the same direction the cookie came from, and you gape at his sheepish smile and studded ears glinting in the afternoon sun. 

"So a cookie and my Letterman, huh? I'm pretty sure that can be arranged," Jeff says, already shrugging out of his jacket. 

"Wait, what?"

"Finally," Monty groans as he pushes up from  his seat.

"Finally? What do you mean by finally?" You ask him, but Monty's gathering his trash and walking away. Zach laughs and you look at him. "Dempsey?"

He holds his hands up in mock surrender. "This is between you and Atkins. Have fun." He's quick to follow after Monty and as you look for Jessica, she and Justin are long gone.

What. The. Hell.

"So a little birdy told me," Jeff starts off nervously, then gaining some confidence as he goes on when you hesitantly give him your attention, "that you were ogling me that day we were playing flag football and that’s why you ended up with a broken ankle. That true?"

Your mouth opens and then clicks shut. Your shoulders slump in defeat. Fuck you, little birdy.

"It is," he chuckles in realization. You blush, but he's quick to turn and straddle the bench so he's facing you. "Funny thing is, I don't mind. Not at all." Leaning in to make sure you make eye contact with him, he says, "I'm being serious with that cookie throw-down. And my Letterman. I've liked you for a while now, but didn't know if you liked me more than a friend until Monty pointed it out. I had to work up some courage and then you gave me the perfect opening."

"You're being serious," you finally realize. Holy shit! "You really want this."

"Yeah. I do. So what do you say, Y/N? Wanna be my girl?"

Your lips twitch into an infectious smile. "Yes, Jeffrey, I'll be your girl."

[missblanchette]

Look, Papa, No Hands [1/1]

Series: Joker Game

Characters: Hatano, Amari, Emma, Tazaki; Some minor Amari/Tazaki, but it’s not a huge focus

Rating: PG (for Hatano’s language lol)

Summary: What better revenge is there than to teach another man's child how to ride a bike? (or: Hatano teaches Emma how to ride a bike. Amari is not happy.)

Words: 2517

Notes: Part of my Modern AU (btw this is @dollofdeath‘s new writing blog, hello~); Inspired by this tweet; Misleading title is misleading bc there’s no actual bike riding lmao but anyways, this is just a dumb thing I wrote for fun haha some things to note (which will make sense in a few lol), I hc Hatano as a gamer, Nintendo Switches are hard to find and expensive since there’s not so much produced:’) and ah, if you’ve read my previous modern AUs, you’ll have noticed that AmaTaza aren’t established yet but in this fic, they are -- I’m just jumping around in the timeline a bit hehe

You can read this on AO3! Thank you guys for reading and I hope you enjoy~! (ˊᗜˋ)

Hatano wouldn't usually call himself as "a dick." Sure, there are times where he's an asshole, but it's because the other person deserves it. Like whenever Jitsui's sadism becomes too overwhelming or Miyoshi's ego gets to his head or the fact that Kaminaga exists in general. He's not a dick for no reason -- it's just to put others in their place.

And today he feels like being a dick.

He clearly remembers how Amari did him wrong last week -- not that Amari's aware of the severity of the situation. After spending the entire afternoon in Akihabara trying to find a freaking Nintendo Switch (which he did, all at the cost of a whooping 45,500 yen and his will to live), Hatano ran into Amari who'd invited him to dinner and who was he to deny free food? But being the dumbass that he was, he'd forgotten the Switch at Amari's place and didn't notice until well after he got home..

"Oh, that...?" Amari said, the moment Hatano called and asked him about it. With just those two, simple words, Hatano knew it wasn't gonna end well. "I didn't realize it was yours and let Emma play with it."

So far, so good. Hatano even felt a little proud that Emma had taken an interest in gaming. But Amari just had to continue speaking.

"Then, uh, Frate ate it --" Oh shit. "-- and it broke."

Right there and then, Hatano's soul left his body. He'd been saving up for weeks to buy a Switch, even refusing Jitsui's offer to split the cost because he wanted to buy everything with his own money. That was 45,500 yen down the drain. Not to mention that dipshit Odagiri's probably gonna show off his Switch next time they hang out. Fuckin'. God dammit.

"I'm really sorry!" Amari said but Hatano had already grown numb. "I'll pay you back!"

Oh, he'll pay all right.

Amari's a nice guy, don't get him wrong; he's always been there for him and has helped him through tough times. In fact, if he's drunk enough, he may even admit to seeing him as an older brother. But that doesn't change the fact that he can be an airhead and Hatano is petty as hell.

So when Amari asks him to watch Emma, he doesn't hesitate. It takes some convincing to Jitsui to let her stay on such short notice, but Jitsui's happy to comply once he lets him on in the plan. After Emma's dropped off, Hatano waits fifteen minutes to make sure Amari's gone. Then, he turns to her.

"Hey, Emma."

"Yes, Uncle Hatano?"

"Ya wanna learn how to ride a bike?"

The sparkle in her big, blue eyes is all the answer he needs.

After what happened last week, Amari's had some hesitations leaving Emma with Hatano for the day. He thought for sure Hatano would just shoot him down, but surprisingly, Hatano accepts without any complaints. Though, Amari's not really in a position to question it since he's pressed for time. Not that he doubts Hatano (though, Jitsui's another story), but he's glad to see Emma all in one piece when he comes to pick her up. Hatano even sends them off with a smile, a sight he doesn't see too often.

"Papa, Papa! Guess what?" Emma asks as they take the elevator down. She bounces excitedly in his arms and despite how tired he feels, Amari can't help but share her enthusiasm.

"What is it, sweetheart?"

"Guess!"

"Hm, okay. You went to the aquarium and saw the dolphins today."

"Nope~ Guess again."

"No? Then did Uncle Jitsui let you help with his manga?"

"Nuh-uh. One more try."

"Okay then... you and Uncle Hatano made flour bombs!"

"No~" Emma giggles. "It's none of that!"

"Well, don't leave me hanging," Amari teases.

"Uncle Hatano taught me how to ride a bike!"

Amari chokes, nearly dropping Emma in the process.

"Are you okay, Papa?"

"J-Just fine, darling." It takes all his strength not to cry right there and then. "I-Is that so? How did it go?"

Emma wastes no time explaining the bike riding lesson and chatters on about how fun it was and how fast she went and how cool it was to finally be on a big girl bike, but it all goes into one ear and out the other as they make their way back to the car.

For some time now, Emma's been wanting to ride a bike, claiming that she's gotten too old for her tricycle. It's taken a while, but Amari finally ordered the perfect bike for her -- a bright pink one with those colorful tassels on the handles and a cute, little basket in the front. There's even a bell on it, because she says she likes the way they sound.

It was supposed to be a surprise when it comes in later in the week, but... he figures it doesn't mean much now.

Tazaki reserves his mornings for his birdies-and-me time and no one -- not even those closest to him -- is allowed to interrupt it. So when his phone rings, he's already going through possible forms of punishment to whoever's calling. Not even a hint of mercy crosses his mind when he sees "Amari 🐳💞" on the screen.

He answers, ready to reprimand Amari for disturbing him, but a shrill cry cuts him short.

"Uncle Tazakiii!!"

"Emma, dove," he says as calmly as possible. As he hears her hiccuping on the other end, he decides that maybe he'll make one exception. "What's wrong?"

"Papa, h-he won't get up...!"

Grip tightening on his phone, Tazaki's heart drops and his blood runs cold.

"Did something happen?"

"I-I don't know..." She sniffles. "I t-tried waking him up but he won't get outta bed."

By the time she's finished speaking, Tazaki's already put on his shoes and grabbed his keys.

"Don't worry, dove, I'll be right there," he says and wasting not a second, he scrambles out of his apartment. It's times like these that he wishes he had a car, but he's able to make it to Amari's place quickly nonetheless.

As soon as he gets there, Emma clings onto him for dear life. He takes a moment to help her calm down and reassures her that no, Papa isn't dead and yes, Papa will be all right (probably, he thinks, but he doesn't want to start freaking out either). Once she's settled down with Frate to keep her busy, Tazaki steels himself and enters Amari's room.

He finds a giant lump lying on the bed that he can only assume is Amari, but it's still and silent and Tazaki has to remember to take a breath in and a breath out and a breath in and a breath out and -- screw it, he can't possibly concentrate on his breathing exercises right now. With Emma out in the living room, he's allowed to freak out as much as he wants.

"A-Amari!" He rushes to his side and practically throws the covers off, and there's Amari laying face down without any hints of life. Kneeling down next to him, Tazaki takes one of his hands in his and starts shaking him. "Are you okay?"

The seconds tick by with no response from Amari and oh God, Tazaki thinks, how's he going to break this to Emma? She's already lost her birth parents, now she's lost another one and wait, being Amari's boyfriend means the responsibility of taking care of her goes to him. But he's not ready to raise a child by himself and oh no, his boyfriend's dead, how's he supposed to deal with this? He's never had a dead boyfriend before --

"Tazaki...?" Ever so slowly, Amari tilts his head towards him.

"Oh thank God," Tazaki says, cradling Amari's face in his hands. Taking a closer look at him, Amari's eyes are tired and dull and it's so strange seeing him without his usual cheer. "Emma said you wouldn't get out of bed so I thought something bad happened like you were paralyzed or you slipped into a coma or -- o-or --" Tazaki pauses to collect his thoughts. "I just... what happened?"

"Sorry for worrying you," Amari says, giving him a weak smile. "It's just that Hatano..."

He trails off, voice cracking. Tazaki leans in.

"W-What about Hatano?" Oh God, did something happen to Hatano that he's not aware of? He's a reckless guy, so it's not unlikely that he'd get himself into some sort of accident or get involved with the wrong people or --

"He... taught Emma how to ride a bike."

"Oh my God! I can't believe -- wait." Tazaki blinks once. Twice. Three times. Then it really sinks in. "What."

In his head, Tazaki replays the words over again and stares at Amari's sorry state. He opens his mouth to speak, but finds that he can't properly express himself with words. So instead he lets go of Amari, grabs the pillow from underneath his head, and smacks him.

"Ow! Why --"

"That's it?" He hits him again. "Emma was so worried about you and it was all because Hatano taught her how to ride a bike?" And once more for good measure. "What's wrong with you!?"

All the while, Amari sits up, arms raised in a vain attempt to defend himself from Tazaki's onslaught.

"You don't understand!"

"Oh." Tazaki raises an eyebrow. "Really?"

"A child only learns how to ride a bike once; it's an important bonding moment between a father and his child." Amari sniffles. "Hatano took that away from me."

Tazaki grips the pillow, having half the mind to hit him again. Maybe it's because he's not a father himself, but he finds Amari's reaction a little, well, ridiculous. Then again, he's used to ridiculous when it comes to Amari. Regardless, it must mean a lot to him if he's acting like this and that's enough for Tazaki to stop and consider the situation.

"That doesn't mean you can just mope around." He sits down next to him and lightly, hits him with the pillow.  "I know it hurts, but Emma still has a lot of firsts to go through and you'll be there for it."

Amari doesn't respond immediately, but he leans onto Tazaki's side.

"You have a point..."

"And you'll get the opportunity again, won't you?" He coughs, realizing the implication and quickly adds, "Theoretically. Hypothetically. Possibly. You might have more kids."

"But it won't be the same." Amari pouts. "Emma is Emma and those children are those children. It's a different experience."

"Is it really?"

"Of course!" Amari says. "Because each child is unique, so each experience won't be the same. And the chance I had with Emma --" Sniffling, he rubs his eyes. "-- was stolen, and I'll never get it back!"

As Amari plops his head on his lap, Tazaki sighs and runs his hands through Amari's hair. He's definitely gonna have to call Hatano about this.

Tazaki says he's gonna treat Hatano for the day but what Hatano gets instead is a one-on-one with Amari, courtesy of Tazaki himself.

"Emma and I are going out," Tazaki tells them. "You two aren't allowed to leave until you work things out. And don't either of you dare think about leaving because I will know," he says, looking directly at Hatano and Hatano doesn't quite get how Tazaki's able to rework Amari's lock so quickly so that it only opens from the outside, but it's whatever he supposes.  

"We'll be back by evening. You have until then to make up."

And with that, Hatano and Amari are left alone, seated across one another at the table.

Both of them refuse to look at each other -- or more like, Hatano refuses to look at Amari and Amari awkwardly tries to make eye contact -- but Hatano tries not to let the atmosphere get to him, and kicks back in his seat with his hands resting behind his head.

"So," Amari says, breaking the silence.

"So," Hatano repeats.

A beat.

"You taught Emma how to ride a bike."

"I sure as hell did." Hatano smirks as Amari winces. "The kid's a natural."

"I'm sure she is," Amari says. Hatano hears the cracks in his voice. "She's very quick to catch on."

"Unlike a certain someone," Hatano mumbles.

"Look at me, Hatano" The seriousness in Amari's voice catches him off guard and he does just so. He's not used to that disappointed look Amari gives him nor that serious tone he's using -- it's almost like when his own dad's yelling at him, but Hatano reminds himself Amari's not the same guy as his father. "Can you tell me why you did that?"

His words aren't harsh or demanding, but soft and coaxing and it's enough to make Hatano shift in his seat. Okay, maybe he's starting to feel a little bad.

"Because you ruined something of mine."

He could practically hear the ticking of the clock as he waits for Amari to reply. Amari's brows furrow and he tilts his head in that way he does when he's thinking about something.

"Is it about that game thing --"

"Switch."

"-- Switch thing?"

Hatano chews the inside of his cheek.

"Yeah."

"I said I'd pay you back."

"It's not enough!" Hatano slams his hands on the table. "I spent weeks saving up for that, y'know? It took me a while to find one in store too. And I didn't even get to open the box."

Amari holds his gaze for a moment before taking his hands in his. Despite how annoyed he is, Hatano lets him.

"I'm really sorry," he says, not breaking eye contact. "I didn't consider your feelings and I hurt you. I'll do anything to make up for it, I promise."

He heaves a sigh.

"But, you know," Amari continues. "You hurt me too. You also ruined something for me."

Here, Hatano looks away.

"You only have one chance to teach your child how to ride a bike." Amari swallows hard. "And now my chance with Emma is gone."

With that said, silence falls over and Hatano isn't quite sure if the quiet is any better. Hesitantly, he takes a peek at Amari and God, there's that kicked puppy look on his face. How the hell is he supposed to stay mad at that? Sighing, Hatano removes his hands from Amari's and crosses his arms.

"I guess," he starts, "it was a little bit harsh."

"A little bit?"

"Shut up while I'm apologizing."

Amari makes a zipping motion across his lips.

"Maybe I overreacted, but it was really unfair to you." He inhales deeply. "I'm sorry. Like really sorry and..." His mind is a tizzy, trying to think of some way to make up for what he's done. "You can teach my kids to ride a bike."

Slowly, Amari nods.

"All right. That's fair," he says, but then his nose crinkles. "Wait. I thought you didn’t want kids."

A pause.

"You can teach Yoru."

Another pause.

"Okay."

Later that week, Emma hit the town in her swanky, pink bicycle with Yoru at her side. They became internet sensations.