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Bleeding, Broken, Mended (32218 words) by VickytheSnake, thesavagesabretooth Chapters: 6/?

Summary: Law is certain that he was 'rescued' just so Doflamingo could kill him himself, but Doffy has other plans. As far as he's concerned, Law's decade-long quest for revenge was nothing more than a sad misunderstanding. He wants to remind Law how things used to be. He wants to find a way to bring Law back into the fold-- back to him-- forever.

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Law was Doflamingo's protege, in training to become the next 'Corazon' of the Donquixote family— one of the most powerful members of the group. Sometimes that meant he had swordsmanship practice with Diamante, or pistol training. Sometimes it meant standing quietly in the room while Doflamingo himself conducted deals and negotiations. Sometimes, like at the moment, it meant sitting quietly at a desk with Baby 5 and Buffalo while Trebol lectured them about military history and theory.

It was interesting enough, sure. Military History and theory was…well. It wasn't as interesting as medicine. And it sure as hell wasn't as interesting as the Sora comics, and those had practically the same kind of lessons if you read the Germa 66 arcs.

So maybe it wasn't that interesting. He leaned on his hand, trying not to fall asleep as Trebol went on and on about flanking or something. Baby 5 was upright with attention, eagerly listening with that people-pleasing smile on her face ever since

Trebol had told her that he needed her to listen.

Buffalo, meanwhile, may have been drawing. 

"— if you had been the commander at that battle?"

Law realized dimly that Trebol had asked him a question while his mind was wandering.

Law's head shot up and he answered as best he could. "Thrown a bomb at the enemy commander."

Baby 5 broke out into a tittering laugh, clapping her hands together. "That'd be the stupidest plan I've ever heard!" 

Trebol pinched the bridge of his nose. "Admittedly that would certainly have the element of surprise," he said thickly, obviously thinking exactly the same as Baby 5. "But it's reckless, as always Law, and doesn't fit the situation at hand. I gather that you haven't been listening."

Law grimaced, rubbing his arm. "...sorry Trebol sir."

Baby 5 nudged his shoulder with a huff. "You shoulda been listening, like I was Law. If you keep this up you're gonna grow up to be stupid." 

Buffalo looked up from his drawing just long enough to snicker at him as well.

Trebol sighed with his hands on his hips and swept over to Law's desk. "You're certainly not going to fulfill the young master's high expectations for you at this rate."

Law looked down at the table with a small frown on his face. "I'm not going to live long enough to, either." he said in a low and miserable mutter. 

"Not with that attitude, huh?" Buffalo snickered.

Trebol again pinched the bridge of his nose. "The lot of you, I swear. Law, listen to me, I–"

He was cut off by a sharp, unmistakable knock on the door before Doflamingo himself walked through it.

"Knock knock!" Doffy cooed, swaggering in slump shouldered and smiling. "Sorry to interrupt the lesson, prof."

Baby 5 nearly fell all over herself sitting up and clasping her hands together with a coo of, "Young master!!!"

Law looked up from his, admittedly sparse, notes and waved to him. "Morning, sir." 

Even Buffalo sat up at attention, and Trebol's manner immediately changed.

"Doffy! Well, I won't deny it's an interruption, but to what do we owe the pleasure?"

Doflamingo leaned against the opposite side of Law's desk. "You're not gonna love it, Tre, I'm here to hijack one of your students."

Trebol looked down at Law with something like resignation. "I thought that might be it."

Before Law could open his mouth, Baby 5 leaned halfway across the desk with a grin. "Is it me? Is it me??" 

Doflamingo leaned over and patted her on the head from over Law's desk. "Sorry, Baby 5, for today I need you here studying. I need Law for another part of his training."

Baby 5 seemed rather content with the head pat, though Law saw her pout for a moment. It wasn't a surprise; Law got a lot of special training for the Corazon position, even if part of him felt it was kind of a hopeless endeavor.

"Another part of my training, Doffy?" 

Doflamingo nodded seriously. "That's right. You up for anything, Law?"

Law stood from his desk with a wry smile. "I'm ready for anything that isn't more military theory." It wasn't that Trebol's lessons were boring, it was more— when would he ever be in a war? They were pirates, gangsters. Not military commanders. 

Trebol, meanwhile Law noticed, had taken the moment to inspect Law's notes and was taking a red pen to them.

At that, Law had the good grace to look a little sheepish. 

Doffy glanced at the notes with a smile. "Border defense and sneak attacks, eh? You can learn about that later, yeah."

With that, Law felt Doflamingo's threads wrap around his wrists and help tug him to his feet.

Law hopped to his feet with a wave to Trebol and the others. "Thanks for the lesson, Mr. Trebol. I'll be back."

As he wound his hand lightly around Doffy's strings, he followed him along with a curious tilt of his head. Doflamingo had high hopes for him, Trebol wasn't wrong about that. Those hopes meant that Law was often shuffled from strange lesson to strange lesson to learn all sorts of stuff that surprised him that he'd even have to know. 

"Sometimes I think Trebol thinks books and theories are the most important thing in the world," Doffy chuckled conspiratorially after they were a little way down the hallway.

Law laughed, thinking of the older man and his library, and his stubborn insistence on the importance of his lesson. "Knowing him, if you gave him the choice between a treasure chest and a collection of old books he'd probably go for the books, Doffy." 

"And justify it with an hour-long lecture about the pricelessness of knowledge," he agreed, nodding. "Trust me, I've been right where you are. Trebol's always been the same."

Doffy smiled down at him as he walked closely beside Law. Something about him looked more tired than usual, a little pale and drawn like Law often felt himself.

Worry pinged Law's mind as he leaned towards him with a serious furrow of his brow. Doffy wasn't feeling well? Or…maybe it was something more personal, more emotional.

He nodded seriously. "He's not wrong…I mean, knowledge is important. And I wanna learn, it's just…" 

Doflamingo cocked his head, not interrupting, letting Law speak. Doffy often treated him that way, like a grownup, with important, interesting things to say that were worth listening to.

"I'm not a military commander, I don't know why military strategy is important for me to become the Corazon with…or if I'm even going to be alive to take the position by the time…y-you know. Corazon steps down." 

Doffy put his hand on Law's shoulder and gave it a squeeze. "Trebol always told me that military strategy was important because it teaches you how to think in a conflict– any conflict, not just a war. And I admit, one of the roles of my Corazon is to give me advice on how to resolve conflicts, you know?"

Law noticed where they were headed– Doflamingo's room.

"As for if you'll be alive," he continued. "You will. I promised, didn't I? And in the meantime there are parts of being my Corazon you can do for me even now."

"You did promise, that's true…" Amber Lead Syndrome was terminal. But if anyone could do it, it was Doflamingo. 'Nothing is Impossible for me or my family' he'd always say— and Law believed him.

He tilted his head to the side as they approached Doffy's room. "Oh yeah? Like what?" 

Doffy's fingers flicked and his door opened as if by magic, subtle threads shimmering in the wan light of the hall.

"Like keeping me company," he said with a surprisingly serious tone. "My Corazon is out on a mission right now, so this will be part of your training to take the station."

The room was a mess. Often it was disorganized and cluttered, but right now it was a mess. The covers had been pulled off the bed, and there was an empty bottle of wine tipped over on the table, too close to a stack of books. The wastebasket had been tipped over.

It must have been one of his bad dreams again…or maybe he was lonely? Even great and powerful pirates like Doffy got lonely sometimes.

Law shook his head with a huff, flicking one of the strings with his fingertip. 

"Geeze Doffy, what are we gonna do with you?" he trailed into the bedroom. "But as your future Corazon…I'll do it. I'll keep you company, promise." 

Doffy chuckled, almost sounding a little embarrassed and he picked up the bottle as his strings closed the door. "I had a bad dream," he admitted, confirming Law's assumption.

The whole family knew about 'the young master's' nightmares, an enduring mark on him from the horrible things he'd seen as a child. Right around when he'd been Law's age.

Law picked up the wastebasket, standing it up and tossing some of the scattered trash into it with a frown. It was something that they had in common. Childhoods marked by tragedy and death.

He was still stuck right in the middle of his, the memories fresh, but he imagined if he ever got to Doffy's age, he might have wound up haunted by very, very similar fits of nightmare-tinged memory.

He bit his lip. "I'm sorry, Doffy. We should do something fun to forget about it. Play a game of chess or somethin'. Unless you wanna vent, of course."

Doffy shook his head, his back slumped against the post of his fancy bed frame. 

"Nice of you to ask, Law, but no, I'd rather be distracted. I was thinking maybe you'd want to do some reading with me?" His tired smile grew wider. "Not the kind of reading Trebol had you at."

Law's own smile grew wider as he tossed the covers back on the bed. "Really? Are we gonna read comics then?" 

Doffy flopped down on the bed as soon as the covers were down and smiled widely up at Law. "Damn right we are. Grab that stack over there and come sit with me."

He scooped up the pile of Sora comics, and hopped onto the bed with Doflamingo with an ear to ear grin. He loved reading stories of adventure, of villains, of strange machines and stranger plots.

Doffy had introduced him to the Sora comics when he'd arrived and Law found himself very invested in the villains and their mad science antics. 

Law immediately found himself scooped against Doflamingo with his back to his chest, like he was an oversized stuffed animal as Doffy opened one of the thick newsprint collections.

"We finished the last one, right, Law? This is the newest collection."

Law immediately leaned forward a little to look down at it. 

"Woah…when did they release it?" Sometimes he tried to keep up as they came out in the paper, but the news coos were…sometimes inconsistent in this area, and he'd miss important updates. 

"Just the other day," Doffy said, turning to the first page. "I haven't read it all yet either. There's a new bad guy team in this one."

"Wait, a new one?" Law thumped back against him with a grin. "Think they're going to be cooler than Sparkling Red and his siblings?" 

"Guess we'll find out," he snickered. "I still love that your favorite team is the villains younger than you are. Well, I guess they've already made a hell of a name for themselves, huh?"

The so-called 'evil army' Germa 66 had been introduced into the comics around a year ago, about the same time that Law had started reading them. Doffy told him that they were based on a real mercenary company– supposedly at least.

"I mean…" Law pouted huffily. "They're cool! They've got all those gadgets and catchphrases to try taking a bit out of Sora's hide. And anyone who can give the marine hero a run for his money is cool in my book!"

He tilted his head "I wonder what they're really like." 

"Work hard to be my Corazon, and maybe one day you can meet them," Doffy teased. "A mercenary army of evil would be great to have ties with, in our line of work."

Law felt a bit of a thrill at the idea, though he tried not to show it. If he became his Corazon, he could one day meet the mercenary army of evil, maybe even convince them to fight a marine hero together.

Maybe he and Doffy would wind up in the comics themselves.

With renewed excitement, he snuggled against Doflamingo and read. A tale of dashing adventure, where Sora barely escaped death by the skin of his teeth against a new and deadly threat from some mysterious island having set out into the Grand Line.

An army of warrior women intent on the eradication of men, it seemed. It was a punchy, exciting tale, and Law couldn't help but gush about parts of it to Doffy as they read, only to find eventually the leader of the Donquixote pirates was no longer answering.

—At least save for the occasional soft snore, leaned on his shoulder. Doflamingo was out, finally sleeping. Law flipped the last page of the book back and forth in his fingertips with a quiet smile. Maybe, if he was here, Doflamingo wouldn't have a nightmare.

-

Law woke up in darkness from the dream that had been a memory. There was a warm body wrapped around him from behind, but it was Bepo's, not Doflamingo's.

His breath caught in his throat, and he leaned back into Bepo's arms with a furrow of his brow. It'd been so long since he'd dreamed of the past. At least, so long that he'd dreamed of Doflamingo instead of the painful nights in the bodies of the dead.

He rested his head against Bepo with a soft sigh. It was a good memory…a good dream. And a reminder. 

Before he'd left, he had good times with Doffy, it was true and he'd seen the more 'human' parts of him that Rosi had tried to scrub away in his stories of ideological evil. 

-

Doffy woke up drenched with sweat, every muscle in his body tense enough to snap. He couldn't get his vocal cords to work right, so he thumped heavily on the wall of his cabin hoping Vergo, in the cabin next door, would hear him and understand.

The smell of fire seemed to linger in his nose. He tried to banish it. It wasn't real. It was just a memory. Why, thirty years later, did it still haunt him? Why did it mix now, in dreams with other violent memories of blood and pain?

Wasn't it enough to dream again and again of that night on the wall at the mercy of the mob, without having it mix with Rosi's limp body? With Monet's? With the people of Dressrosa screaming as his strings tugged at their fates as his mind roared with mad desperation? 

He thumped on the wall again.

The door flew open not a moment later, Vergo entering with a grim frown on his face; a concerned frown. 

"Doffy…a nightmare?" he asked as the door shut behind him and he hurried over to the bedside. 

He nodded, still unable to make his voice work, and tugged Vergo even closer with his threads, before looping his arms around him tightly and pressing his head to his stomach.

He finally managed to rasp out a croaking, "Yeah," in answer.

Doffy desperately needed a drink but he'd been drinking all day, and the day before, and the day before that. He was as wet as a fish, and he was starting to feel a terrible headache at the base of his skull.

Vergo wrapped his strong arms around him and held him tightly to his stomach. He was warm— his devil fruit power often made him feel warm— and firm as he brushed his fingers over the back of his head.

"You don't gotta talk, Doffy. I got you." 

Doffy clung to him like a lifeline, like a thousand nights he had when they were children together, taking long, deep breaths and trying to calm himself against Vergo's warm body. Trying to remember that he was here, and now and safe, and not somewhere far away and long ago.

It was harder than it had been in a long time. It was harder with the new faces in the dreams. But Vergo was there. First Corazon, brother not by blood but of his heart. Vergo who he'd almost lost, but was still there.

Eventually he felt his thundering heart start to slow, and the heat from his own body dissolved into clammy cool.

"Could you get me some water?" he asked in a small, rough voice, slowly loosening his hold on him.

Vergo placed his hand on top of his head, and nodded once before the contact vanished and he meandered over to the table and its pitcher. "You got it, Doffy. Sounds like it was worse than usual." 

"Yeah." Doffy flopped back against the headboard and stared up at the ceiling. "I think I might have drank too much tonight."

He felt the bed creak as Vergo sat on the edge of it and pushed a cool cup of water into his hand. "You've been drunk for a few days straight, Doffy. I think you've more than hit your limit." 

He took the cup in his hands gratefully and took a long drink before leaning his head on Vergo's shoulder. "Yeah. It's been a rough few days."

Really, that didn't even begin to cut it.

"It's been a fuckin' mess, emotionally speaking, sir." Vergo leaned on the bed, one arm around him to rest on his back. "Started when Violet saw Blackbeard hunting down Law, right?" 

"Yeah," Doffy nodded, keeping Vergo close, his warm body a reassurance as he greedily drank the water his body was desperate for. "After Crocodile had us check out the situation with Shanks' ship I had her keep an eye on Blackbeard. And then she saw Law."

She'd seen Law, and Doffy had immediately downed half a bottle as he told everyone to change course, despite Trebol's concerns.

"And you rushed to rescue him. LIke ya always did. Even when he was yelling about being our sworn enemy." 

"I sure fucking did," he said heavily. "It was all instinct. I just couldn't– I—"

He shook his head and handed Vergo back the empty glass, leaning away from him slightly and trusting that his former Corazon would know what he wanted.

Vergo took it with a solemn nod. "I get it, Doffy. I get it. And I already told you. I'm behind you 100%, like always."

He stood and wandered back to the pitcher to pour him another glass. 

"I asked him at dinner." It was hard to talk about, but it was easier than thinking about the dream. Anything was easier than that. "I wasn't going to, but it came up naturally. I asked him to come back to the family."

Vergo paused, holding the glass in his hand as he turned with muted surprise. "...you did, huh? Did he say yes?" 

"He didn't say no." Law hadn't said no. That was… that was huge. That was almost overwhelming. In Dressrosa, Law had thrown his words back in his face. Had taunted him. Had made coming back to the family sound like the most absurd and disgusting impossibility in the world. But this time… "He challenged me on it, Vergo. He told me to convince him."

"Huh.." Vergo walked over and handed him the cup with a raise of his eyebrow. "Sounds like a gamble that might pay off then…he didn't say no. Given what you told me of the last time, I'd have thought he'd toss his plate in your face the minute you asked." 

Doffy took the cup and drank thirstily from it again before once more leaning on Vergo.

"That's exactly what I was afraid of too. I almost didn't even ask. But then I was thinking, he probably doesn't even think I'd want him back." He took a deep, shuddering breath, remembering his initial conversation with Law when he woke up. "You know he didn't even know my brother stole the fruit from us?"

Vergo brushed his fingers through his hair again with a low huff. "Hearing it isn't exactly a surprise…not with the way Rosi tried to use him to deliver a message to the Navy." 

Doffy remembered that he was repeating himself from earlier in the day. Vergo had either forgotten the conversation they'd had before (likely) or he was humoring him and pretending like Doffy wasn't a babbling, nervous wreck of a man who was talking in circles. (Just as likely).

Doffy leaned into Vergo's comforting hand and took another long breath. His hair was absolutely disgustingly full of sweat, practically matted to his skull, but he knew Vergo didn't mind.

"Yeah. He didn't know. And Rosi spent all those months telling Law I was some kind of inhuman monster who used people up and threw them away." He felt his voice hitch and tremble, and he tried to control it with another breath. "And of course killing him sealed the deal that it must be true."

"Because Law was a scared, dyin' kid." Vergo said. "with no context for any of it, and a bunch of lies from a guy who thought you were the devil incarnate. So he had no idea why you killed Rosi that night. Right?" 

"Yeah," he rasped, closing his eyes. "He told me he thought I killed Rosi for trying to save him."

That gave Vergo pause…that gave him a moment to stare at Doffy in open surprise. "You're fucking kidding me." 

That sealed it. Vergo had forgotten the conversation from earlier. That was fine. He didn't mind repeating himself. Especially not now, when it gave him something else to focus on than the nightmares. 

Doffy shook his head against him. He tittered nervously, thinking back on it once again. It seemed even more absurd now, here in the dark of the night, than it had in the galley earlier that day when he was first telling Vergo about it. 

"Nooooope. Isn't that the stupidest fucking thing you ever heard? I laughed, Vergo. I fucking laughed when I heard it. Then I remembered he was barely 13 fucking years old, and— and he spent the next 13 years apparently acting on a bunch of complete lies. Like a big… a big fucking misunderstanding."

"A big, deadly fucking misunderstanding." Vergo muttered quietly. "...because of course it was. A 13 year old kid who trusted us got convinced he was surrounded by monsters by a scaremongering marine, and spent years on a quest of revenge for the guy when all he ever did was lie."

He flopped his body on Vergo's chest, and thumped it lightly with his fist. "I just wish I hadn't fucking shot the bastard right then and there. I know. I know why I had to. He was a marine. He hated me. All he wanted was to fuck over the family. He couldn't be reasoned with. But it just— it feels like a fucking mistake, sometimes, Vergo."

"I get it, Doffy." Vergo murmured down at him, his chest making a hollow sound as it was thunked. "I do. You did what you had to do, but if you'd managed to find Law, maybe you coulda explained it before you had to take Rosi out. Or…hell. I dunno." 

"Yeah. I've been thinking about that. I think about it a lot." He closed his eyes, taking soft, deep breaths. "And I know Trebol thinks that it's the same way with Law, but I don't want it to end the same way. Law's not a marine. He's never been anything but a pirate. A pirate and an angry fucking kid who wanted to find somebody to hurt for everything he's been through. You and me know just what that's like, huh?"

Vergo nodded seriously, and the expression on his face spoke to the memories playing behind his sunglasses. "Damn right we do…it's something we've got in common. All of us." 

"I want him back, Vergo," Doffy growled. The nightmare was starting to fade, and the water had taken the edge off his headache. "I want him back and I think he wants to come back. Why else would he have told me to convince him? That's practically a 'yes' with extra steps, right? He just needs time to process how wrong he's been all this time. He wants me to remind him how good things were when he was part of the family."

He looked up plaintively at Vergo, his face mostly in shadow and behind his glasses, like Doffy knew his own was. "Right?"

Vergo reached up and gently pushed Doflamingo's glasses up his nose, before he leaned in to squeeze him tightly to his chest. 

"Right," he rumbled. "He wants to be convinced, so…convince him. Bring him home, Doffy." 

Doflamingo leaned into Vergo's hand and smiled. Bring him home. That was exactly what he was going to do. It was 13 years too late, but…

"I'm gonna do it, Vergo. Better late than never."

-

The poker game had wound down leaving nothing but a mess on the table and one by one the family members had excused themselves off to bed. Doffy, unusually, had been first to go— drunk as a lord, as they say— and the others had followed slowly after him, until it was only Trebol and Diamante left at the table across from him.

Dia was quiet and about half way through a cigarette. Trebol had lost count of how many it was that night. Trebol didn't smoke, and frankly he wished the rest of the family wouldn't– it was hell on his fragile lungs– but he never said a word about it and he never would. At least Doffy had never picked up the habit; no, drinking had been Doffy's vice since shortly after they'd met.

Doffy— Trebol was worried about him. He was sure Doffy thought he was mad at him, but he was worried. Worried sick. Worried enough to raise his voice. Worried enough to tell him what he ought to already know. 

"You're up late," Dia said, breaking the silence as he crushed out his cigarette butt in favor of swinging his guitar onto his lap. 

Worried enough not to be able to sleep.

"Don't want my company, old friend?" he grumbled, leaning on his arms on the table.

"Hah. I didn't say that, Tre." Dia strummed a few soft notes. "Can't sleep, huh? Because of Doffy?"

"If I can't sleep, it's because we have an enemy on board the ship, Dia, and he isn't even chained up. An enemy who I hope I don't need to remind you destroyed-– at the very least— ten years worth of our hard work and a very comfortable position only a few months ago."

A few more notes filled the air. "Oh trust me, Tre, I don't think I could forget that if I tried. What a fucking fiasco, am I right?"

"Right!" Trebol's derisive grunt of agreement brought on a coughing fit, and he muttered an apology when it was finished. His nerves always made the illness that had plagued him since he was a child flare up. When he'd caught his breath and wiped his mouth he stared over at Dia, who was still playing the guitar, politely ignoring him as usual. "So why the hell aren't you worried about it?"

"Did I say I wasn't worried about it, Tre?"

"You didn't say it, but you're acting pretty damned relaxed, Dia," he accused. Admittedly some of that was probably just Diamante's manner. He could be very casual, almost carefree sometimes, right up until the moment where he'd gone completely feral. Trebol often found it a little bit charming, but right now it was getting on his already tender nerves.

"What good would it do to get all fucking wound up? Besides, you're high strung enough for both of us. I keep telling you, you should really take up smoking. Take the edge off."

"And I will tell you again, it would fucking kill me, Dia." He dabbed his nose with his handkerchief. They'd been having the same argument for thirty years. It was a formality by this point. 

"Sure, sure." Dia waved his hand dismissively. "Anyway, if you're actually worried about having an 'enemy in our midst', I think you can ease up on the tension. It's just Law. His two crewmates don't even have devil fruits. He's seastoned up, in the middle of the ocean, and surrounded by the family. It's not the kind of situation like Punk Hazard or Dressrosa where he had a bunch of crazy allies from fuck even knows where. Any one of us could take Law in a fair fight, and any two of us could take him even with that fucking power of his. Right? So relax."

Trebol took a deep breath. He was right of course. Trebol hated to admit it, but he was right. The only reason that Law had scored such a devastating hit on the family was the allies he'd brought in at the last moment. The situation in Punk Hazard even Trebol had to admit had been firmly under control— right up to the moment it hadn't been. And that had been thanks to a chance encounter with the damned Straw Hat pirates. Law was very much on the backfoot here, essentially alone, and probably completely demoralized. Trebol did realize that.

"I guess, we both know if he was going to try something completely reckless he'd have done it already," Trebol grumbled. "I was waiting for it the minute he woke up."

"You mean like when he was a kid? Attacking without thinking and just going for the throat?" Diamante chuckled and shook his head. "Yeah I mean I was waiting for it too. Losing his whole crew like that, I figured there was a good chance he'd just be suicidal again."

"I suppose we don't have any firm proof that he isn't. He'd probably have tried something already, but he was biding his time on Punk Hazard."

Trebol remembered the day they'd met the kid, reckless and unstable, ready to throw his life away just to hurt someone else. He knew that Doffy felt a lot of empathy for Law, but Trebol could see the key difference. Doffy wanted to hurt people, but he was smart, and he knew the most important thing. That your life was the one thing you couldn't recover from losing. Law's sense of his own impending doom had destroyed his instinct for self preservation. It was an excellent trait in a lackey, and a terrible weakness in a future executive. He'd warned Doffy again and again back when Law was being positioned as the next Corazon.

For a while, while they were monitoring the situation on Punk Hazard, Trebol had wondered if Law had finally learned what they'd been trying to teach all along. But who knew, at this point? 

"He could be biding his time, yeah." Diamante shrugged. He noodled on his guitar for a moment. "But I stand by everything I said. If he tries anything, it'll be over in ten minutes."

"That's exactly what I'm afraid of, Dia," Trebol sighed, finally admitting it. He wasn't worried about Law actually managing any kind of large scale destruction at this point. They could handle him. Law, he was sure, knew such a thing would be a suicide attempt even if it wouldn't stop him. But that wasn't the point. "I'm afraid of Doffy getting his heart broken again."

Diamante let a sweet, plucked note hang for a long moment in the air between them before he smothered it with his thumb.

"Knew it. And there's where I can't fucking blame you, Trebol. Doffy walking into a kick in the teeth of heartache is a real fucking possibility."

"I'm glad you actually agree with me." He was relieved, honestly, to not be the only one to see it. To not be the only one worrying about it.

"Obviously I do," Dia huffed. "Doffy's only been fucked up by Law for more than a fucking decade. We both know he has a complex about losing family. And the fact that the one who took Law away from him is the same person who gave him that damned complex in the first place? Yeah. Yeah. He is primed to get his goose cooked on this."

"So what do we do?" Trebol asked finally, exasperated and lost. "I've been trying to come up with a plan of action but everything I come up with is worse than the last. If we kill Law behind his back he'll be sick about it for months. If we let Law break his heart again, if Doffy has to kill him, he might never recover!"

"As usual, you're thinking about it too hard, Tre." Dia put down his guitar and he reached over the table, putting his hand on Trebol's hands. "Here's what we do. We let Doffy make his move and try to win Law over. If it goes south, which it probably will, I'll kill Law and Doffy can be mad at me. And then we'll get him a new orphan. A really sad, pissed off one. Doffy hasn't had a new orphan since before Dressrosa."

Trebol was pretty sure the loss of Law was in fact the entire reason Doffy had stopped bringing home orphans in the first place. Trebol couldn't deny that he rather missed having children around, however, and the family had gotten unfortunately smaller lately. But he was surprised that Diamante of all people was suggesting it.

Trebol twisted his hand on the table to wind his fingers with Diamante's. "I thought you hated when we brought in orphans. As I recall, you were pretty pleased when he stopped."

"Sure," Diamante nodded, squeezing his fingers. "I won't pretend I'm thrilled with a bunch of annoying brats around, but if it makes Doffy happy? You know I'd do anything for him as much as you would. Doffy's been like a kid without a puppy. Get him a new project kid and he'll be able to move on."

Trebol sat limply back in his chair, his hand in Diamante's. "I fucking hope so, Dia. Alright, we'll go with your plan and wait it out. What do you think the odds are that he wins over Law, really?"

"The odds?" Diamante laughed, leaning forward with a grim grin. "Snowball's chance in hell, Tre. But hey… you never know. On the Grand Line you get weirder weather than that all the time."

He rolled his eyes. "Very funny, Dia, but I get what you're saying, and you're right. There's no way of telling. Ordinarily I'd say that it's completely impossible, but…"

"But it's Doffy, right?" Diamante said with a smile."That kid can do anything."

"So indeed," Trebol sighed.

Diamante hopped to his feet, slinging his guitar across his back. "Come on, old man, let's get you to bed, or you're going to be a worse grouch than fucking usual."

"Old man," Trebol huffed indignantly, clambering his way to his feet. He let Diamante help him up. "As if you're not almost as old as I am. As if we're not both pushing fifty by this point."

"Speak for yourself, Tre, I'm a youthful 45."

"Bastard."

"You should shave the beard if you want to look younger, you know."

"The beard makes me look dignified."

"It makes you look old."

Trebol had to admit as they bickered their way through the ship's corridors, that he was feeling at least a little better about the whole ordeal. At least now they had a plan. All he had to do now was wait, and keep a close eye on Law.

[lifewiththelulus]

First time he hears Cirrus sing he's entranced.

He hears her singing softly from the other room and is curious so peeks his head in. He just gets closer without realizing and sits down behind her silently to listen He's never heard anything like it before

She noticed him sneaking in but pretended she didn't know and continued to sing. It's been a while since she had an audience that isn't her wife and kids, it really gets her in the zone.

He's very timid but after she's done he gives her soft clapping and asks if she's secretly a princess like the movie he just watched with the triplets the night before

hehe she gives him an over evaluated bow

Aw What if she's singing a soft lullaby type song the first time he decides to climb up into her lap and snuggles into her cloud fluff It's technically the first time he's approached her first for affection

He takes him a while to realize that he's allowed to do that He watches how the triplets do it without a second thought and finally works up the courage to go for it himself when he sees that the other three are already piled on top of kindlin on the couch. He definitely falls asleep after a little bit of listening to her sing He always feels so safe when she's singing

Kindlin starts making jokes to her in private that she might have a rival for being her #1 fan

When he hears her sing he quietly gets closer and sits on the floor He was used to sneaking around but this time it wasn't in fear, he just didn't want her to stop

Angel meets angel

He really thinks she might be in that moment

All he ever needed was a single person to care about him Now he's got an entire family 😭😭😭

So I think a lot of earth people would celebrate something like Yule or Christmas They decorate their plants with ornaments and ribbons and do all the stuff you think of when it gets cold out This includes having a day of exchanging gifts I think Kindlin has come to start celebrating it since Birch started including her the first year she was living there. She remembered how nice it felt to find out she was being included, so I can just imagine the pile of gifts he gets lol They go all out for the kids that year

The morning of he's just happy to be somewhere safe and sits on the couch while the triplets race to look at the stack of gifts everyone sent They're going through the name tags when Aurora picks one up and looks over to Wilton curled up in a blanket on the couch. "What are you doing?? You've got presents! Come see!" He's confused at first until she hands him one. Sure enough there's his name

From: Birch To: Wilton

He's not sure at all what to think at first and looks to Kindlin and Cirrus who are enjoying their coffee next to him on the couch. Kindlin nudges him gently "Go on sweetie, there's more. It's for you." His look of confusion turns into a big smile and he climbs down to join the other three who have already begun ripping the wrapping paper

Kindlin has to wipe away a tear and leans her head on Cirrus' shoulder She whispers "Look at them… this is the best gift ever." She intertwined their fingers, and watches as his face lights up every time he finds another box with his name written on it

What if this is the lullaby Cirrus sings to him:

Cirrus singing always makes him feel cozy and safe

He's used to it either being dead quiet or too loud because of his father shouting at the TV

I just imagine a little scene before this where Birch brings out all the decorations and she gently hums while decorating his shrubs

[bakudekushimasimp]

Pairings: katsuki bagukouxy/nxkirishima

Warnings: 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, threesome, vaginal sex, anal, DP, mild degradation, unprotected sex (wrap it, before you tap it), oral

Summary: you walk into their dorm while they’re comparing sizes 👀

*A/N: yes they are in a dorm but they are also aged up, however old reader thinks is appropriate for people to have sex at, I don’t see grown men comparing sizes so of course they’re still younger. (I’m thinking around 18) can be older! It’s all up to the reader!

Mina and you are walking down the hallway about to turn in for the night, discussing improving your quirks and how your internships have been going. Everyone was either already in their dorms, washing up, or chatting it up in the lounge area. You both pass by the boys restroom as Todoroki steps out in only a towel hanging on his hips. Mina, being the overly confident one, praises him for his fit figure and tells him she might need his ice quirk with how hot he’s made it in the hallway and it wasn’t because his fire quirk. Shouto’s cheeks turn a bright shade of pink as he slips past you two and crosses the hall to his dorm. You both continue walking as you both giggle at his cute reaction. Mina then decides to bring up the topic of who the cutest boy was in your class. You roll your eyes and look at Mina,

“Mina, we are not 13 anymore.” She only nudges you and laughs. “That doesn’t mean you haven’t thought of any of the guys being insanely attractive, or their quirk just interest you more than others..” You think about it as you watch your feet, and slow down your pace. Now that you thought about it you have been paying more attention to someone than usually. Not being able to take your eyes off them while training. Or in class. A blush creeps across your face and Mina shouts, “See! I knew you had a little crush on SOMEONE!” You jump and quickly tell her to quiet down. You did not want to draw attention to yourself. Before you can say anything Mina turns to you abruptly, “Y/n I totally forgot. Kirishima has my *insert subject* book from class he needed to borrow it to finish up some of his homework do you think you could grab it for me! I need it before tomorrow!” An image of Red Riot smiling flashes across your mind and you start to stutter, “I s-suppose.” She jumps a little and claps her hands. “Thank you y/n” she quickly gives you a hug, your now standing in front of her dorm room door. “I’m going to bed, but you can leave it outside my door I’ll grab it in the morning when I wake up!” You hesitantly smile, hoping that the boys weren’t busy or asleep so you didn’t disturb them over a silly book. Mina retreats into her room, as you turn around to head back towards the boys dorm.

You stand in front of there door hearing muffled voices on the other side. You figure it’s better to get it over with, and since they both seem more than awake you’d just grab the book and go. You take a breath and twist the door knob open.

Your breath catches in your throat and your mouth hangs slightly ajar. Your face turns a fiery red. Both Katsuki and Kirishima stand their with their manhood in their hands. It looked as if they were trying to compare sizes, you only heard a brief “mine is definitely bigger,” before they turnt to the side snapping their heads towards you. You never knew someone could be that big. Kirishima’s cheeks flush and he quickly pulls his shorts up and over his cock only leaving his perfect v line and a red trail to view. Katsuki still holds his and isn’t so quick to move but eventually tucks himself back into his sweatpants. “What are you staring at idiot!” He practically barks at you. “Never seen a dick before?” Your throat is so dry your eyes quickly shift to the floor and you simply croak out, “M-m-Mina sent me to get her book from Kiri.” You see Kirishima tense at your cute nickname you’ve always called him. Katsuki rolls his eyes and grunts plopping onto his bed. “Well.” You look up from your feet and make eye contact with Kiri. He chuckles and scratches the back of his neck, “I guess I did forget to give that back to her,” he then turns walking to his desk and grabs the book. But before he could make it to you, to hand it to you, Bakugou stops him. “Wait,” you both turn and shift your attention to him. “so you obviously just saw us both just now when you walked in so..” you look down quickly twirling your thumbs around each other. Kirishima shifts back and forth on his feet feeling embarrassed by the whole situation. “Who looks bigger to you.” You stop twirling your thumbs at the same time Kiri stops shifting on his feet. You look up at Katsuki who is now leaned back smirking with both hands behind his head. You can’t help but look at his muscular arms twitch, and your eyes trail to his shirt that is lifted revealing a peek of his toned abs and blonde patch of hair that leads to the monster he was hiding in his sweatpants. You hurry and snap your eyes back up to his face where his smirk has now widened he knows what he’s doing, he licks his bottom lip and brings it under his teeth. His look sends a rush of heat straight to your core, dampening your panties. You then look to Kirishima who’s print is revealing itself in his shorts. He licks his lips, “You don’t have to answer that we all know the answer.” Katsuki sits up breaking his seducing pose and shouts “Oi!” You giggle and they both can’t help but let out a groan at the cute sound leaving your mouth, thinking of how nice your moan must sound. Katsuki’s cock twitches underneath his sweatpants and he stands and walked towards you like a lion prowling on its meal.

“We’ll see about that, Y/n can decide who genuinely has the bigger cock here.”

Kirishima tosses his book to the side and slowly approaches you never breaking eye contact as Katsuki makes sure the door is secured shut. Kiri comes up and gently cups your face and your legs start to tremble. Katsuki comes up behind you pulling his shirt off on the way, and soon enough you are pressed between both guys. Bakugou runs his hands down your arms and over your hips as Kirshima leans in only an inch or so away from your parted lips. Bakugou leans into your ear after places a few sloppy kisses up your neck, “tell us you want this..” your eyes are fixed on Kirishima’s and you can’t believe this is happening. “Y-y-yes.” Bakugou nibbles and your ear and then bites your shoulder leaving a love bite. “Yes what?” Kirishima is searching your eyes waiting for the words his erection raging underneath his shorts, he gently pressed it into your stomach as he is taller than you. “I want this, I want you, both.” You finally manage to get out. Katsuki hums into your skin as he grabs your ass and slides his hands around your thighs feeling all your curves. Kirishima takes the opportunity of your little moan to kiss you letting his tongue slip into your mouth. You both start kissing wildly and passionately as if you’ve both been waiting for this moment. Bakugou’s hand slips into your pants as he continues to leave his marks over your neck and shoulders, he feels just how wet him and his roommate have made you. “Already s’wet for us, you came here wanting to get fucked didn’t you, you little slut.” He pulls his fingers out of your pants covered in your slick and brings it up to where you and Kiri are lustfully exploring one another’s mouths. He pushes his finger in the mix of both of your tongues letting you both have a taste. You let out a whimper as Kirishima groans into your mouth. Katsuki pulls his finger back and takes it into his own mouth sucking in the mix of saliva and juices. “S’good” he groans as he pushes his erection into your ass.

Kirishima pulls away from you a string of saliva drawn between both of your lips. You look at him dazed with hooded eyes. He pulls your shirt over your head as Katsuki unhooks your bra from behind you and they let both pieces of clothing fall to the floor. Katsuki grabs your breast and squeezes tightly, “who knew you were hiding such a sexy body underneath that hero suit of yours, you’re always so shy and bashful but look at you turning into our little whore.” Katsuki slaps one of your breasts causing you to let out a whimper. Kirishima slips his shorts off along with his boxers and pumps himself with his fist watching as Katsuki plays with your hardened peaks. You rub your thighs together trying to give some type of relief to your aching sex. Bakugou makes eye contact with kirishima and it’s like they exchanged words because next thing you know Kiri was sweeping you up and bringing you to the bed. Kirishima lays you on the bed and helps you out of your remaining clothes, while Katsuki is removing his sweatpants and boxers from his godlike body. Kiri crawls between your legs letting your thighs rest on his as he spreads you out in front of him. You bring your hands over your eyes to hide your face and Kiri leans down next to your ear. “I’ve only dreamt of this happening, I can’t believe I can really enjoy you like this y/n. Don’t worry I’ll be gentle.” You remember the length and girth of his member from early and all you can think is of how no matter how gentle he was he’d still tear you open. Your pussy clenches around air, your stomach in a knot.

Katsuki makes his way over to you and stands next to where your head lays on the bed. He strokes himself and reaches out removing one of your hands from your face. “Don’t be shy now.” Kiri takes your other hand and lets it run from his chest to his rock hard abs. You shutter at the feeling sending goosebumps up your body. You look at Bakugou’s stuff erection and watch the precum drips from his tip down his shaft. He lets go of your arm and grabs a fist full of your hair pulling you to the perfect angle. He slaps his member on your cheek, “open.” You look at him through your lashes and open letting your tongue roll out. He wastes no time shoving his cock into your mouth letting his head fall back at the sudden warmth. Kirishima kisses his way down your body to your core, but before ravishing you he doesn’t hesitate to leave some love marks/bites all over the insides of your thighs. You try to refrain from squeezing his head between your legs as he then licks straight up your slit and starts to suck on your swollen clit. You moan letting your eyes roll back, the vibrations around Katsuki’s cock driving him wild. He thrust in and out of your mouth matching your head bobs. Kirishima uses one of his hands to slip a finger into you to prep you for what was to come as his other hand went to work twisting your nipple and palming your soft tit. You were drenching his face as you reached your high, it seemed Bakugou was coming close to his as well. Kirishima added another digit to your cunt and curled his fingers pressing against your sweet spot. Your back arched off the bed and not much longer you were coming unraveled. As your throat opened and you hummed against Katsuki’s cock he took the opportunity to shove his entire length down your throat, thrusting into your face until he exploded forcing you to swallow every drop he gave you. He pulled out of your mouth and tapped you on the face wiping saliva and cum across your cheek. “You liked me fucking your pretty little face didn’t you slut.” You nodded your head yes licking your lips, kirishima came up from devouring you to bring you into another hot steamy kiss both of you tasting you and Katsuki on each others tongues.

Kirishima then rolled you both over pulling you on top of him. Your breast hovering over his face and his cock at your entrance. “Are you ready, y/n?” He then took a nipple into his mouth and sucked gently. You brought a hand up to tangle in his hair, and you stammered out “y-y-yes Kiri, I’m ready” he nipped at your nipple at released it from his mouth. He looked at you to check if there was any doubt in your eyes but all there was was the reflection of lust and desire. He slowly started to push himself into you and you could already feel the stretch. He placed his hands on your hips easing you down gently. There was pain mixed with pleasure. All your wetness from the orgasm made it a little easier. Katsuki was on the bed and had positioned himself behind you. He reached around and cupped one of your breast while the other hand rubbed circles over your clit creating more slick for kirishima to push himself into you. You eased yourself all the way down, letting Kiri bottom out in you. You moaned his name digging your nails into his chest. His quirk activating at the sensation making you moshing even louder as you felt him harden and pulse inside you. He pulled you down into a sloppy kiss. Katsuki took the opportunity to massage your bottom as Kiri started his movements thrusting into you. Suki spit letting it drip down onto your lower back he rubbed his thumb in it dragging it down to your puckered hole. He eased his thumb inside you stretching you. You gasped at the feeling of something penetrating you there. “You like that dirty slut?” He slapped your ass cheek with his other hand. You grinded yourself against Kiri moaning into his mouth. “I’ll show you who’s dick you like more, princess.” With that Kirishima broke the kiss and moved to your neck finding your sweet spot and not moving. Katsuki removed his thumb and ran his length up and down your ass. He eased himself into you giving you time to adjust. He groaned as you sucked him in to your tightness. Kirishima was panting as you had your mouth agape tongue hanging out. Kiri took two fingers and hooked them into your mouth as Bakugou reacted up and grabbed your throat bout of them penetrating you at the same time. The tension in your stomach built as you felt another release coming. Kiri’s thrusts we’re turning sloppy as he starting mumbling to himself. “Fuck…s’tight..you like taking both of us…our little slut..all ours.” Katsuki smirks and slams himself into you causing your back to arch higher. “Look at you bringing Red Riot to his knees.” You tighten around both of their cocks as you reach your release. Kiri squeezes your thighs hard as you clench down on him. You see spots of white as you squirt all over his cock and Katsuki’s balls.

Katsuki pulls out of your ass looking at the gaping mess he’s left you, grabbing your hair and pulling you up to his chest. He grabs your thighs and pulls your body off Kiri holding you as Kirishima gets up on his knees. Bakugou puts you back down on the bed, your knees and arms wobbling as you are on all four. “We’re not done with you yet, princess.” He grabs your hair and slips himself inside your drenched sex. “Fuck.” He moans bottoming himself out. You can feel your stomach bulge as he fills you up. Kiri swipes your hair out of your face and caresses your chin pulling your face up he gives you a lazy smile before licking his bottom lip and pushing himself to your mouth. As Katsuki starts to relentlessly pound into your walls he uses the grip on your hair to help you suck all your wet juices off his friends dick. You gag slightly as he forces your head completely down his length. Tears brim your eyes at the complete euphoria your body is going through. Katsuki shoves your head down several more times before kirishima throws his head back loudly moaning your name. He pulls out and paints his seed across your beautiful face. The sight pushes Bakugou over the edge and he releases his vice grip on your hair to dig his fingertips into your hips, he was sure to leave bruises. He sloppily pumped into you until he pulled out and fisted himself until he released all over your back.

You collapsed onto their bed making sure not to lay your face directly onto anything. Katsuki chest is heaving as he climbs off the bed, kirishima holding you somewhat in his lap. Bakugo grabs a towel and hands it to Kiri for you both to clean up while he cleans himself up. After you all are wiped clean you all lay on the bed. Your whole body is tingling and your mind is spinning. You lay between Dynamight and Red Riot amazed that you of all people just got to experience them both at the same time. You lay on Kiri’s chest as Bakugou rubs circles where he had just spread his seed on you only moments ago. Didn’t take him long to break the after care silence when he clears his throat, “So who do you think was bigger?”I

[tinyyoungblood]

how ab a headcanon where the avengers all take a trip either to disney world or on a disney cruise? i’m a whore for the idea of everyone, especially peter and y/n, just acting like kids again

pairing: peter parker x avenger!reader

a/n: i like this prompt so much!! i’ve never been to disneyland, but i hope this is accurate enough lol. i also turned this into a vlog bc someone had to record this mess and since it can’t be me, i’m giving filming privileges to bruce

              ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

the avengers in disneyland

everyone is very very excited and the days before they leave pass in a flurry of excitement, but peter has never been to disneyland, so he’s THRILLED beyond means

peter’s jumping up and down while everyone’s loading the van and he keeps asking them if they’re ready for this “life-changing field trip?????”

sam is genuinely afraid that if peter jumps any higher he will bounce off earth, so he grabs peter by the middle and carries him horizontally into the car

steve gave a whole lecture on not getting lost the day before and since tony couldn’t resist it, he is dressed head to toe in neon yellow and grinning cockily

nat steps into the van, sees him, and turns around with her hand over her eyes like she’s been blinded

bruce brings his video camera with him and records everything. first thing they do is hit up a gift shop and it is better than any oscar nominated movie

everything they pick up is subjected to a thorough label reading and some kind of commentary

“steve, show them what you’re getting!!” “slippers” “what kind of slippers” “uh...soft”

thor on the other hand takes it very serious and his commentary ends up being very ~shakespearean~

peter and y/n get matching friendship bracelets for everyone

loki: “i’m not wearing that”

y/n: “that’s alright-“

loki: “no tie it on for me”

bucky wouldn’t have come along if it weren’t for steve and sam, but now he’s taking it upon himself to make sure that everyone stays in good condition so they don’t miss out on training

the whole team gets hourly text messages from him in the group chat

bucky: “There’s a water leak in Mickey’s Toontwon. If any of you slip and hurt yourselves I will kill you.”

y/n: “love you too buck”

(they know it’s his way to express his love for them so every message almost makes them tear up)

loki really wants to go on splash mountain but since he doesn’t want to get his clothes wet, he asks the guards how ~splashy~ splash mountain gets

they don’t take him seriously and it infuriates loki because it’s a perfectly reasonable question but it quickly turns into a passionate argument that holds up the entire line

“I DEMAND TO KNOW HOW HIGH THE RISK OF GETTING WET IS, YOU INCOMPETENT FOO—”

*cue y/n and nat dragging him away while bruce runs after them to zoom in on loki’s pouty glare*

they get him a green rain poncho with black polka dots from one of the gift shops, and he’s still glowering but he puts it on without protest before each ride that involves water

normally the avengers would easily get recognised but since everyone is walking around in costumes, people approach them for several other reasons

thor is just peacefully standing in life, staring at the incredicoaster like it’s the love of his life, when a little kid tugs at his cape

“excuse me sir, why are you so tall?” “good question, why are you so short?” “hmm” “hmm”

they find a micky mouse whac-a-mole and everyone is having Fun but something possesses tony and clint and they are really going for it

tony is a 5 foot tall ball of stress and competitiveness and he is yielding that plastic hammer like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do

clint on the other hand is starting to feel the numbness in his arms

y/n, with sarcasm: “you can do it, clint!”

clint, with spite: “i cannot do it, thanks”

*y/n stares into the camera*

they also make up a rule that if you are in a 5 meters radius of one of the theme park characters, you HAVE to snap a picture with them

steve, who gets constantly shoved nudged by bucky into some character’s path, ends up taking a picture with almost every single disneyland character

at some point, he’s just downright sick of it and there’s a 7 min video of steve zooming across the lot while goofy and woody run after him with wide open arms

bucky is doubled over with laughter in the background while sam is standing beside him and wiping away his own tears

the avengers also buy all the pictures that are taken of them on the rides and even stop at some photo booths so they can send them to wanda and vision who are both vacationing on hawai’i <3

thor, peter, and y/n run themselves ragged and their legs almost give out but they will not stop until they have been on every ride that disneyland has to offer

the others think it’s obnoxious but they follow and join them without hesitation

tony is secretly trembling with fear. doing loops in the air at the speed of light is fine and so is battling aliens, but getting on a rollercoaster ride is just heart-stopping horrifying

it’s not that he doesn’t like rollercoasters, (that man has no self-preservation skills, anything that resembles plummeting to death will be gazed at with big heart eyes) but he just doesn’t trust them

if he didn’t build it or prove it, he doesn’t trust it. period. but the avengers are just so excited and happy that he can’t find it in him to sit out

that quickly results in thor and tony re-enacting very impressive Shouting Contests on each ride without fail

tony is screaming and clinging onto whoever is sitting next to him for dear life because he’s Petrified™️

and thor is screaming, because he’s having The Time Of His Life

he’s feeling the wind in his hair, his heart in his throat, and if he’s not shredding his vocal chords and flinging his limbs around, what’s the point of it all

after 20 different rides, tony is sick of pretending and just trudges through disneyland, the happiest place of earth, like it’s the sole cause of all suffering in the world

nat rejoins the group after she mysteriously disappeared for a moment and her hair is tossed, there’s ash on her face, and half of her clothes are wet

bruce, startled: “where have you been??”

nat, beaming: “there was a ride that spat fire from all sides and people jumped out of nowhere to scare you while the whole place was filled with hot water!!!”

bruce, concerned, zooms in on nat’s excited face

“nat i think you went to hell”

sam is big on merry-go-rounds so he drags everyone with him and while some one them first don’t seem to enjoy it, they change their mind once they see bucky’s little smile

(they go on at least ten more rounds until it starts to get dizzy)

a little girl trips over her princess gown and falls close to where steve is waiting in line, and steve immediately abandons his spot to rush over

bruce zooms in on them bc steve has always been kinda awkward with kids, but here he is, crouching down and comforting that little girl, and it’s so unashamedly soft and sweet

they can’t hear what steve is saying but she’s BEAMING now and even giving him a wobbly courtesy while he claps proudly

bruce turns the camera around and both he and clint are lowkey in TEARS like “why are we crying?? we didn’t even fall down” “i KNOW!!”

nat gets a hold of the camera and she’s on a mission to get the most embarrassing greatest footage possible

“bucky, go stand next to moana” “why?” “it’s moana go stand over there” “but i don’t know-“ “bucky.” *cue bucky, awkwardly standing next to moana while nat grins broadly*

when he’s back with the team, sam just stares at him blank-faced, clearly waiting for bucky to ask why he’s looking at him

eventually bucky caves in with a long sigh

“what” “i can’t believe you don’t know who moana of montunui is. she restored BALANCE to the WORLD. put some RESPECT ON HER NAME”

no one knows why but there’s footage of y/n, thor, tony, and loki strutting up and down in the middle of the lane in minnie mouse plush shoes like it’s a catwalk

sam, bucky, and nat are holding up their fingers to score them while steve is staring at them like he’s analysing their fighting stances

bruce, clint, and peter are standing on the sidelines and cheering them on as they should be

they end their day by digging into an unholy amount of fries that even steve can’t resist because they’ve been walking the whole day

a questionable amount of cotton candy also end ups in their possession and the footage of that is just mostly everyone trying out each other’s cones while the camera is passed between them

soon after, the avengers are back in their van to drive home and bruce zooms in on the row of seats where y/n has her head on peter’s shoulder while the others are also half-lounging on each other, and everyone is asleep <3

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guess what i’m about to say?

stay hydrated pals

hc masterlist

[moonysmagic]

Piano Man

(Sirius can definitely play piano!! my headcanon)

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It was late at night, maybe around 2 am and Remus had been struggling to fall asleep for hours now. He had tried everything, reading, listening to music, counting sheep, and for merlin’s sake he just couldn’t do it. He was stuck in limbo. He was exhausted, didn’t want to move a finger, but he just couldn’t fall asleep. 

Typically on nights like these he would crawl into bed with Sirius and hold him until their heartbeats and steady breaths matched each other’s. Not that they were together. He and Sirius just had the same type of nightmares so when one of them woke up with a yell, shaking from the memories they had just relieved in their minds, the other was always there to help. Remus had gotten used to the comfort of falling asleep with Sirius in his arms. Sirius however, never came up to the dorm after supper. Originally, Remus thought that he had just had some extra homework he needed to finish before the next day, or he had a late night detention (wouldn’t be surprised). But its 2 am now and there isn’t a reason Remus can think of to not be in bed. Specifically in his bed.

After a couple more minutes annoyance and curiosity took over. He was going to go look for Sirius. His body reluctantly moved to get up. He could feel his joints pop as he uprighted himself. He looked around the dorm verifying that he didn’t wake Peter and James. Quietly he walked across the room towards James’s bedside table with the invisibility cloak and marauders map hidden the the bottom compartment. He quicked nudged James slightly waking him to ask if he could take it. James half mutter an “go ahead” before he turns around and falls quickly back asleep. Remus, content with the approval, takes it. He opens the map glancing over it to find Sirius’s name. 

“The Room of Requirement?” Remus quietly mutters to himself. Now he was really curious. Why would Sirius be there? At 2 in the goddamn morning too. Putting on some shoes and the invisibility cloak over his pajamas, Remus quietly and quickly leaves the dorm to the Room of Requirement. 

He made in there quickly, it’s much easier to walk under the cloak by yourself than with three other people. He waits a minute for the door the appear in front of him as he thinks of the one and only Sirius Black. When it appears he tries his best to silently open the door as to not disturb whatever Sirius is doing in there. The map said that he was by himself so he shouldn’t have to worry about walking on a scene Remus does not want to see. He hears it once he enters, piano music? It was sweet and calming, filling up the room with its sound. 

In the middle of the room was Sirius, sitting at a black grand piano. He was playing beautifully. His hands were flying across the keys, hitting all the right chords and notes to play the song. Remus watched in pure amazement. He had no idea Sirius could play even play piano. Sirius was complete encompassed by the piano. It looked as if his whole body was playing as he swayed with the music. Remus walked closer to the scene still shocked at his discovery. Soon, the song started slowing down to a graceful finish. With no other way of showing is amazement, he claps quietly to not startle Sirius with his presence. 

“How long have you been there?” Sirius asks, turning around to look at Remus.

“Not long don’t worry.” Remus assures, as he goes to sit next to Sirius on the bench. He rests his head on Sirius’ shoulder. “Don’t stop, it sounds nice,” Remus whispers.

Sirius nods and prepares to start playing again. He quickly hums the tune before he starts playing again with Remus beside him. They stayed this way until dawn deciding they should probably head back to the dorm so Prongs isn’t worried. They walked side by side on the way back, hands and shoulders grazing as they walked. They both smiled secretively deciding to keep this night to themselves for just a bit longer.

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Thank you guys so much for all the love on my fics and headcanons, I really appreciate it :)

[anyoneseenadam]

could you maybe write cuddles with mor? there’s a serious lack in writing for her and i just read your exam work you wrote <3 (i loved it)

pairing: Mor x reader (acotar)

warnings: literally just fluff

a/n: HAPPY PRIDE MONTH LOVLIES!!!! if any of you are queer in any shape or form you are valid and i love you, mor would too <33

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“You’ve had her all day,” you whined, tugging on Mor’s arm as she smiled at you lovingly.

“That’s because she was my friend before she was your girlfriend,” Cassian replied in the same whiny voice, trying to tug Mor in his direction, “And we have actual work to do.”

“Do I look like I care?” you pulled a face at him, glaring from under your brows.

“You should,” he replied, flicking your nose.

“I will not hesitate to stab you bitch,” you gave a firmer tug as Mor wriggled her way free of Cassian, moving to pull you along as you stuck your tongue out at Cassian. He pulled another face at you, sticking up his middle finger as you were pulled away, laughing at him as you go.

You squeezed her hand as you fell into step beside her, your pace slowing as you walked home.

The walk was quiet, Mor tired after a long day and you simply content to walk silently by her side. The only sounds you could hear was the birds chirping and the distant chatter of people spending their evening in bars and on balconies. You could smell a barbeque in the distance and the setting sun cast goosebumps down your bare arms.

Summer was always your favourite season, the heat allowing you to spend all day outside, lying about or going on walks. You had even dragged Mor swimming earlier in the week, much to her protests. Although she contrasted you quite nicely in that sense, her favourite season being winter.

She was in love with the smell of spices and fires burning as the months grew colder, having more time spent inside with her family and of course she could never say no to the love of her life all bundled up in an oversized jumper and holding a hot drink while curled in front of the fire.

However now as she walked beside you and watched you breathe in the air, your sun-kissed skin glowing in the evening light. You look over when you feel her gaze on you, her eyes dark when you catch them and you giggle, leading her up to the front door of your apartment.

“What is it?” you ask, and she smiles at you in the way that fills your stomach with butterflies and heart with an abundance of joy.

“You look so pretty in this lighting,” she said softly, the sun casting you in tones of gold. Your skin was sparkling the gold jewellery you dressed in made you appear ethereal. All this paired with a white sundress and thick, leather sandals made her surer that she was in face dating an old god, one who had awoken from their long slumber to greet her.

She silently thanked whatever forces had brought you into her life when you laughed quietly, looking down in embarrassment at her words, before looking up from under darked eyelashes and smudged eyeshadow and reached to kiss her gently.

“Well you look pretty in every lighting, so I think I won on that front,” you joked when you pulled away and she rolled her eyes, pulling you into her arms before unlocking and pushing open the door.

Once inside you moved through to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of gin and two large glasses as she walked through. She smiled when you shook the glasses and went to grab the lemonade you had made earlier that week, using lemons from the tree that grew on your balcony. You made your drinks with her hugging you from behind, her chin tucked into the crook of your neck as she watched you carefully pour out measurements.

“Did you eat tonight?” you asked, turning in her arms, and passing her drink over.

She nodded, sipping, and humming appreciatively, “Did you?”

You nodded as well, nudging her nose with your own before steeping away and leading her to the table you had set up on your balcony. She sat down in a seat as you leant on the railing with one hand, using the other to remove your shoes, scrunching your nose up as she laughed at your struggle.

“Don’t be mean,” you joked, standing and moving to walk to your chair when she grabbed your waist and pulled you down onto her lap. You laughed at the change as she wound her arms around your waist, pressing a kiss to your neck as you listened to the soft, jazzy music that was playing in the bar a few blocks over and watched the sun set over the horizon.

You mindlessly spoke about your days as you sipped at your drinks. You had turned in her lap at some point so now as you sat under the starry sky, your only source of light coming from the moon and the tall candles you had lit. You turned to look at her when you noticed she had been quiet for a while and found her watching you sleepily, her eyes flickering with the reflections of the flames dancing in them.

“Lets go to bed,” you whispered when you noticed the tired way she was moving. She didn’t reply, instead just taking the hand you offered her and shuffling through to your shared bedroom with you in tow. You both changed into your underwear, the air too hot for much more, and you moved to crack open the windows in your room.

When you turned back Mor had gone into the ensuite and you moved to follow her, the two of you getting ready for bed quietly as you went about your separate routines. When you finished she had already gone back through and you found her sitting up in bed with her arms outstretched to you, a sleepy but genuine smile resting on her beautiful face.

You crawled into bed next to her, lying with your head tucked between her breasts as she stroked a hand over your head. You were surrounded by her smell, the scent intoxicating and addicting and you let out a content sigh as she moved her hand from your hair to pull the cotton sheet over your bodies.

The cool fabric was a stark contrast to her warm body, yet you found yourself pushing closer into her, tangling your legs with hers and raising your arms so your hands could grab hers, interlinking your fingers. Mor kissed your head gently, her slowing breaths and heartbeat creating a melody that was lulling you to sleep slowly.

Your long day had left your body tired. Your arms were heavy and your eyes falling shut automatically, however now that you were actually laying down to get some much needed rest your brain wouldn’t quiet down. There was a random song playing in your head and while you were extremely comfortable in your lovers’ arms, you couldn’t get to sleep. It didn’t help that even with the open windows the room was suffocatingly hot, and Mor’s hot skin being pressed against you was only adding to that.

After about an hour of no sleep you rolled out of Mor’s embrace, standing and wandering to get yourself a glass of water, drinking it on your balcony as the cool air washed over your sweaty skin. You lifted your hair and sighed as the breeze moved over your neck, cooling you down considerably.

“Why did you leave?” you turned to see your girlfriend wrapped in the white sheet standing behind you. You smiled as she pouted at you adorably, her hair mused on top of her head, although she still looked as stunning as always.

“It’s too hot in there, sorry baby,” you apologised and she scrunched up her face before holding up a finger and turning, plodding back into you apartment as you watched her with a soft smile upon your face.

She returned holding about thirty pillows and deposited them at your feet. “We can just sleep outside then, because I am not giving up on cuddling.”

You laughed as she spoke, drawing her into you by her waist, “I’m glad we both have our priorities straight.”

“Nothing about us is straight,” she muttered and you laughed before pulling away to arrange the pillows she had brought out. When you had made an appropriate pillow fort Mor clapped her hands together, crawling under the blanket that had been drawn over the top to shelter you from the light in the morning.

You crawled in next to her and she grinned at you with childlike joy. “Big or little spoon?” she asked and you looked up as you pondered it.

“Little,” she smiled at you before moving to lie half on her back and half on her side, stretching out an arm for you. You lay next to her, her arms wrapping around your waist as your own hands came to clasp her hand, pulling it up to your heart.

She pressed her face in between your shoulder blades, kissing the skin in between them as you both burrowed down to sleep.

“I love you the most,” you whispered as you realised that she had just changed her entire sleep plan to better fit you. You felt her smile against your bare skin as her arm tightened around you.

“I love you more that that,” she replied and your laughed, squeezing her hand, making her yelp slightly.

“Well I love you more that that,” this time she jabbed you beneath the ribs, knowing how ticklish you are there, smiling as you cried out, wriggling away from her as she laughed.

She relented her tickling hands to pull you back, wanting you as close as physically possible. You allowed her to pull you close again and she sighed into your skin as she breathed you in.

“Goodnight, my love.” She whispered the words into your skin, hoping that saying them directly into you would seal them in. Make them permanent.

Little did she now that her love for you was already permanent, and that yours for her was equally as permanent. You knew what she was thinking when she spoke but half asleep you simply replied, “Goodnight darling, I love you.” Finally drifting to some much needed sleep as the breeze cooled your joined skin.

[theonewiththefanfics]

Give You Hell (one-shot)

Synopsis: When you’re in a relationship with someone famous while being famous it can be difficult. But not for the Reader and Harry, yet when her past comes knocking, she’ll make sure to know where she stands.

Pairing: Harry Styles x fem!Reader

Genre: fluff, some minor angst, like microscopic 

Warnings: swearing, reference to past abusive relationship, but nothing explicit.

Word count: 3428

100% inspired by ‘All American Rejects’’ ‘Gives You Hell’

Dating someone famous while being famous yourself had pros and cons, much like everything in life. The cons mostly came from the outside, not from the inside. It was the opinions of others, thinking what they said mattered, the scrutiny of the press, hoping one of them would mess up, and they could run some bullshit article just so their numbers could go up, without a second thought of how the people involved felt, and it was some jealous fans who didn’t seem to comprehend the people they admired were actual human beings with feelings and thoughts and emotions and autonomy. But other than that, Y/N’s and Harry’s relationship was just like any other. Save for when their emotions bubbled over, millions of people heard them in songs.        They’d met at the iconic yellow-suit-Harry Brit awards. She’d been right next to Hugh Jackman opening the show, a red glittering bodysuit with a black and gold ring-master jacket, a top hat adorning her head as she dominated the stage. If Harry had been sloshed at that point (much like he was later on, but who was Y/N to say, given how most of the night was a blur for her), he would’ve absolutely started drooling at the sight of her, and he was one of the thousands who stood up, hollering and clapping as she and Hugh ended their performance.

       Much to his dismay though, Y/N wasn’t one of the people assigned to sit by his table, instead, she was a couple of rows behind, whispering something into Billie Eilish’s ear, the two erupting into uncontrollable laughter.        He felt like a creep as he tried to catch every possible glimpse of Y/N, her smile making his heart race. She’d been on his radar for a while, had even thought about asking her to collaborate on a song for ‘Fine Line’, but at the end of the day, it was an album of personal discovery (and when one of his producers told him Y/N was halfway across the world in the middle of Norwegian woods for the next half-year working on her own music, he didn’t want to be a bother). But seeing her then, Harry wondered why he hadn’t reached out on his own, especially after at the after-party Lizzo had dragged Y/N to him and introduced the two.        The following day, pictures of them dancing together, drinks in hands and drunken grins on their faces would sweep the web, sparking millions of rumours, but, at that moment, they didn’t care, nor did they care about what was written because as Harry twirled Y/N under his arm, as much as the connection was there, that night they went their separate ways. Even when they were drunk, they understood that about the other person, and wouldn’t accept anything else, but a sober and coherent ‘yes’.        Sometime midday the next day, Harry reached out to Y/N through a DM on Instagram checking in on how she was doing, which then turned into a six-hour FaceTime call.        “What do you mean you’ve never had a hangover?!”        Y/N laughed at Harry’s almost offended expression. “I mean I’ve never had a hangover. I’ve never thrown up while drunk or after being drunk, my head’s never hurt – nothing. I mean I’m tired, but that’s because I’m still on New York time and got to bed at like five AM.”        “You… are something else.”        She wiggled her eyebrows. “Is that something else something good?”        Y/N didn’t know, but when Harry saw her eyes sparkle, his heart skipped a beat, and he immediately knew – she was it. “The best.”        “Well…” she bit her lip. “If I’m the best, would it be too forward of me to ask you out for a coffee?”        What Harry didn’t know was that when she saw him smile as if those were the best news in the world, her heart skipped as well, and she knew he was the one.        “Only if it’s my treat.”        “But I was the one who asked you out.”        “Yes, but you can pay for the second date.”        Holding in her squeals of joy was tough, but she raised her eyebrow, giving Harry a sly smirk. “Already so confident there’ll be a second date?”        Harry scoffed. “And a wedding!”        Seeing Y/N throw back her head as she laughed, made all sorts of butterflies fly through his stomach.        “Okay, Styles. I’ll take your word for it.”        Three months into the relationship, the two were booked to appear on The Graham Norton show together, which was also the first time they’d appear officially as a couple at a work/outing kind of a setting since the rumours started floating, and a picture of Harry kissing Y/N outside of a hotel room had sort of confirmed that.        “So, you two.” Graham pointed between Y/N and Harry with his cards. “Have started to date? Not to say anything Harry, but Y/N… I didn’t think boy-bands were your type.”        That made her lean over in laughter as Harry gave everyone a shocked face, before slumping back and pouting, nudging Y/N with his knee. “That’s not funny.”        “I mean it kind of is.”        “She was twelve when she swore off boy-bands.” Graham nodded, taking a sip of his wine. “Isn’t that what you said last time you were here?”        “Hey, it’s been ten years since I said that!” Y/N laughed. “Cut me some slack. All the people I was crushing on are married anyway… with kids… and could probably be my dads… I have issues, don’t I?”        Everyone exploded into giggles while Harry shook his head, chuckling.        “Love you with all of your issues.” He nudged her shoulder, and she nudged right back, taking a sip of her drink.        “Yeah, give it a couple of months. You’ll regret your words.”        The thing was Y/N was so wrong, and she’d never been happier to be so wrong. Each morning they were together, Harry woke up to her showering him with kisses or vice versa. As private as Harry was, his Instagram stories were now filled with pictures and small videos of them, of Y/N’s face half-covered by a blanket, glasses crooked as she smushed her cheek to his chest and watched a movie, or her eating breakfast while re-watching old Bones and Castle episodes with captions like ‘dunno how she keeps the food down’ and ‘she swears it’s just for research’, while her feed was full of candid Harry photos or her rummaging through his closet and showing everyone his immaculate style, and giving tips how others can recreate it (also she may or may not just use that as a reason to steal his clothes).        Generally, people loved it, and their love for one another. It was refreshing to see them enjoy each other’s company, and not be afraid to do so, especially now, given how it was a couple of days before Y/N ended her tour in New York in Madison Square Garden, to which Harry had specifically flown out for despite being in the middle of filming for ‘The Little Mermaid’. Three AM blinked on the clock, as the two finally drifted off to sleep after five hours of a passionate reunion when her phone dinged, indicating a message had arrived.        “Turn it off,” Harry grumbled into the skin of Y/N’s back. “’S too early.”        She hummed in agreement, furrowing her brows as her palm blindly searched for the offending device, and she squinted her eyes as the light burned her retinas before widening in shock at the message.        Harry felt her body go rigid, and he pressed a kiss to her neck. “Everythin’ alright, lovie?”        “Uh – “ she stuttered, trying to process the words on the screen. “Uh, yeah. Yes, everything’s fine. Just… some last-minute changes for the show. They want something really big for the ending, and some of the propositions are just…”        She could feel a smile stretch across Harry’s mouth. “Extravagant?”        “You could say that, yeah.”        “Sounds like it’s gonna be one hell of a show. Not that the others weren’t.”        Y/N switched the phone off wiping away the message first and then turned to cuddle into Harry’s chest. “It most certainly will.”        For the next two days, she was an anxious ball of mess, as her crew got everything ready, and her and her band rehearsed relentlessly before she asked all of them to gather at the studio to add a song to the setlist.        “It’s gonna be a couple more hours, Hazza,” Y/N murmured into the phone as Harry had called in to check on her. “ ‘M sorry. You don’t have to wait up for me. I know you’re still adjusting to New York time.”        “ ‘S alright,” he slurred, clearly already falling asleep but determined not to. “Can’t sleep without you anyway.”        At those words, Y/N’s heart did that stupid flipping thing it’d been doing ever since Harry entered her life to stay, and a shy grin blossomed on her lips. “You’re exhausted, sweetheart. But I’ll tell you what - if you do go to bed, I’ll be sure to wake you up with a kiss when I get back.”        “You promise?” She could hear the smile on his face.        “Swear it.”        “Alright, lovie. I’ll be waiting to cash in on that kiss.”        “I’ll run to give it to you as soon as I can. G’night.”        “See ya’ in a bit.”        Y/N let out a shudder as she heard the call disconnect. She entered back inside the studio and clapped her hands, drawing the attention of her producers and band members. “Where were we?”

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       The hour before a show was always nerve-wracking for Y/N. It’s when the adrenaline truly started to rush, when her feet and palms got all tingly, and her ears and cheeks heated up. It was when their warm-up band exploded on stage, and the crowd got pumped up. But the best moment that night by far was right when she was about to run out, Harry had pulled her back by the wrist and kissed the living daylights out of her.        “You’re gonna kill it tonight,” he muttered against her lips, words skimming her mouth and making her smile as bright as the sun. She seemed to do that a lot around him. It’s why he now dedicated Golden to her every time he sang it.        “Thank you. For being here.”        Harry flicked her nose. “Always. Now go. People are waiting.”        When Y/N finally appeared on stage, pretty much glowing as brightly as the stage lights, her fans went wild, and even more so when she jumped, starting off the show. The whole time, her gaze flitted to backstage just to get a glimpse of Harry, and whenever she did, she saw him dancing, singing along, filming her having fun and some clips of himself as well, going absolutely ham to her songs.        As the night was moving towards the end, usually, she’d feel euphoria from giving a great performance, after hearing thousands of people sing her songs in unison, now Y/N felt closer to throwing up and fainting.        “So uh…” She pushed back strands of sweaty hair, hollers of people echoing in her head. “This is a very special show tonight. Umm… this is the first concert my boyfriend’s come t - .” She didn’t even get to finish the sentence before the cheers of the people interrupted her, deafening the girl even with the earplugs.        “But umm… it’s also a special show because two days ago someone reached out to me, and uh… he… well, he was as important of a person once the same way Harry is right now, and he wrote this.”        Y/N went over to where the piano chair was, lifted it and fished out her phone from it, revealing the message that’d been basically haunting her nights and days since receiving it.        “Breaking up with you was the biggest mistake I ever made.” To her own surprise, her voice was steady and sure, unlike her hands which were trembling like leaves in a storm. “I know you look happy and in love, but I know it’s not true. I’ve known you for five years, I know how to see through the mask you put on every day just to make sure others are happy while you yourself suffer an inauthentic life. But you do deserve to be happy. And I’ll be waiting for you if you decide to give us a chance again. I’ll be at your concert in Madison Square.” She looked out into the crowd. “You wrote a song once for me. If you sing it, that’s how I’ll know you feel the same.”        By the time she got to the end, there were no more shouts or screams, but confused murmurs. Y/N let out a shuddering breath, hoping that she could manage to do what she wanted, and everything didn’t fall apart. “The thing is, I’d like for Harry to come on stage, please.”        She could see the fear in his eyes as he jogged to stand next to her, but he disguised it with an overenthusiastic smile as he waved over towards the raging sea of people. He’d seen the message, had seen her reread it more than fifty times by that point, and as sure as he was in their relationship, when someone who held such importance, no matter if good or not, in someone’s life came knocking again, you could never be too sure what would happen. Harry didn’t want to say anything, believing if it was important enough, she’d tell him. Guess that was it.        “So, uh…” Y/N pulled Harry’s arms over her shoulders and grasped onto them, grounding them both. “This is for you.” Y/N looked over into the crowd before glancing over her shoulder, Y/E/C eyes meeting Harry’s wavering green ones. “And you,” she whispered so that only he could hear. “Hope you know I mean everything.”        As the cords started playing, she felt Harry unwarp his arms from where she’d been holding them over her shoulders and a smile erupted on her face.        “I wake up every evening,” Y/N sang, “with a big smile on my face, and it never feels out of place.”        “And you’re still probably workin’,” Harry’s voice joined in, grin as wide as the Cheshire cat’s, as he now had a microphone in hand, the other placing earplugs in his own ears, “at a nine-to-five pace… I wonder how bad that tastes.”        “When you see my face hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell,” the two harmonized, Y/N’s eyes locked onto the masses, imagining the face of her ex-boyfriend who had the audacity to send that message.        “When you walk my way, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell.” Harry was looking at the crowd as well, now fully understanding the message and the person behind it, and although he lived by ‘treat people with kindness’, he couldn’t help but gloat at the fact he got to sing with the love of his life on stage, and basically serenade a break-up song to a person who didn’t know how to appreciate what he’d had.        Y/N cocked her head to the side. “Now, where’s your picket fence, love, and where’s that shiny car? It didn’t ever get you far. You’ve never seemed so tense, love. I’ve never seen you fall so hard. Do you know where you are?” It was hard not to smile, knowing where she was and who she was with. Harry threw an arm over Y/N’s shoulders as she sang, giving a mock sad look, while Harry pouted. “And truth be told, I miss you… And truth be told, I’m lying!”        “When you see my face hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell! When you walk my way, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell! When you find a gal that’s worth a damn and treats you well.” Y/N pointed towards where she imagined her ex was standing. “Then she’s the fool, you’re just as well, hope it gives you hell! Hope it gives you hell!” For a split second, the music slowed down, guitar strumming in the air, as Harry pulled Y/N by the palm and towards his chest.        When the next lyrics came out of his mouth, he knew them to be true as he sang them to the man, he’d heard Y/N talk about, to the man who thought everything he’d done to her, every horrible word and deed was justified, to the man who thought breaking someone else down was the only way to bring themselves up. “Now tomorrow you’ll be thinking to yourself, where did it all go wrong, but the list goes on and on.”        “And truth be told, she misses you,” Harry hummed, Y/N letting out a large laugh, holding onto his bicep, as he slightly changed the lyrics. “And truth be told, she’s lying! When you see her face, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell! When you walk her way, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell!  When you find a gal that’s worth a damn and treats you well.” Harry sighed, shrugging his shoulders. “Then she’s the fool you’re just as well hope it gives you hell.”        “Now you’ll never see,” Y/N took over the song. “What you’ve done to me.” She placed a hand over her heart. “You can take back your memories, they’re no good to me. And here’s all your lies, you can look me in the eyes, with that sad, sad look that you wear so well.” She dragged her finger down her cheek, giving a pout while Harry mimicked her stance before turning the mic to the audience.        “When you see my face, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell,” the crowd sang back with such vigour, Y/N was sure the whole ground was shaking just from their voices, and the clapping and stomping to the drum rhythm would bring the whole world down. “When you walk my way, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell! When you find a gal that’s worth a damn and treats you well, then she’s the fool you’re just as well, hope it gives you hell!”        The two were jumping around the stage like madmen, adrenaline filling their veins. “When you see my face hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell!” “Hope it gives you hell!” Everyone else repeated.        “When you walk my way, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell!” “Hope it gives you hell!”        “When you sing this song and sing along, well you’ll never tell. Then you’re the fool, I’m just as well, hope it gives you hell!” Y/N grinned once more, placing her hand over her heart, meaning every word – she was just as well. She had amazing friends, a career that’d flourished, and a person who loved her more than words could describe.        “When you hear this song, I hope that it will give you hell!” Harry crooned down the mic, knowing their happiness would, Y/N’s happiness would give him hell. And he enjoyed it, knowing how good her life was.        “You can sing along I hope that it puts you through hell!” Her voice became the only sound as the last word echoed around everyone, her chest heaving up and down from the exertion, from all of the emotions running through her body as well as the overwhelming feeling of not only having Harry watch her perform but to end up performing with him.        When his hands wrapped around her body, it startled her out from the daze, and the popping confetti startled her even more, as the rest of her band joined the two to take their bows, grins on all of their faces while they did so.        “Not the song you thought I’d sing, is it?” Y/N laughed into the mic, Harry’s arms tightening around her waist. “There’s a reason I blocked your number, let alone you from my life. Don’t think I won’t do it again.”        “But I would like to say thank you, to the asshole in question,” Harry said, making Y/N’s forehead scrunched up. “You let go of the best person ever; you had the honour of calling yourself her boyfriend, but instead, you chose to walk away. So, thank you for that. Because now I’ll have that honour and pleasure for the rest of our lives.”        Yeah. It was one hell of a show.

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[iam93percentstardust]

For your bday prompt thing: stuckony, Tony has to take care of his partners after they get drunk for the first time in 70+ years.

Also, happy belated bday!!!

Thank you, nonnie! I hope you like this story! It was my first time writing something like this and I had a lot of fun working on it!

As always, everything that I write is on ao3 but I’m not providing the link because tumblr hates links

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Tony would just like everyone to know that he said the Asgardian mead was a bad idea.

He said it, he did, and tomorrow morning, he’ll get to say I told you so.

Today, however, he has a very handsy Bucky and a very affectionate Steve to deal with, and he’s not sure which one is worse.

Bucky’s hand creeps towards his inner thigh for the fifth time in ten minutes and for the fifth time in ten minutes, Tony firmly removes it, placing it back in Bucky’s lap. “Nope,” he says, ignoring the laughter in Natasha’s eyes as she watches the three of them. “No, we’re not doing that.”

Bucky gives him a very pathetic pout that absolutely does not make Tony melt. “I just wanna touch it a little.”

“And I would like to not wake up with regrets tomorrow morning so hands to yourself.”

“I wouldn’t regret it,” Bucky grumbles, hands starting to wander again.

Tony sighs and firmly holds both of Bucky’s in his, keeping them right where he can see them. “I know you wouldn’t,” he says tiredly. How much mead had Thor given them? It’s been three hours, shouldn’t they be at least starting to sober up? “But I would.”

There’s a low whining sound from his left side. Tony groans and turns to Steve, who lays his head on his shoulder and blinks up at him with those big blue eyes. “You would regret us?” Steve asks sadly, mouth turned down at the corners.

Tony leans forward and drops a quick kiss on Steve’s forehead. “Yep. Drunken consent still isn’t consent even when we’re dating, and even if you both really, really want it, I like my partners to at least remember what we did.”

“I wouldn’t forget you,” Steve murmurs. “I love you.”

The words have been said before but not nearly frequently enough for Tony’s breath to keep from hitching. It still sends a thrill through his body every time he hears it. How could it not? There’d been a long time there when he’d thought he would never have anyone who would love him, and now he has two people.

“I—” he starts to say, but Steve puts a finger on his lips, shushing him.

“I especially love your eyes,” he says dreamily and reaches up to pet them, closing Tony’s eyes as he does.

“I know, babe.” And he does. Steve compliments him on his eyes all the time.

“They’re like dirt.”

Well, that’s a new one. Usually, Tony gets that they’re like whiskey, or when Steve’s in a particularly happy mood, like Bambi. Natasha nearly chokes on her laughter as Tony’s mouth twists.

“Great,” he says dryly. Bucky tugs his hands from Tony’s, who only barely notices. “Thanks, babe. A+ compliment there.”

“Dirt makes things grow,” Steve informs him solemnly.

“That they do,” he agrees, throwing Natasha a dirty look as she continues to snicker. Fuck, where’s the rest of the team when he needs them? How did he miss them all heading off to bed while he was trying to wrangle Steve and Bucky and stop them from drinking the entire contents of the barrel Thor brought back from Asgard?

“So it’s good that your eyes are like dirt.”

“Could be worse,” Natasha says. “He could have said your eyes are like manure.”

Steve’s eyes light up and Tony claps a hand over his mouth to keep him from saying that. He doesn’t think he could stand it. There are a lot of things he’s been compared to in his life, and many of them have been bad, but that would definitely be one of the worst.

“Don’t give him any ideas,” he grumbles and then yelps when Bucky’s hand lands squarely on his dick.

“James!” he hisses, scandalized. He twists in his seat, away from Bucky’s wandering hands, even if that means moving closer to Steve, who promptly latches onto him like a limpet. What is this world coming to that Tony, of all people, is horrified by some light exhibitionism? He thinks about burying his head in his hands and groaning but decides against it. There’s no telling what Bucky would do if Tony took his eyes off of him.

“Okay,” he says abruptly and stands up, dislodging Steve. “You know what? I had high hopes that we’d be able to sober up down here but that’s definitely not going to happen so we’re going to bed.”

“Together?” Bucky asks, waggling his eyebrows. It’s normally a very effective strategy, but tonight he’s too loose to look anything other than ridiculous. Tony bites back a laugh.

No encouragement.

Stand your ground, Stark.

…Even if it’s really tempting.

“Nope,” he says, popping the p. He rocks back on his heels. “You two are going to go to bed and I am going to sleep with Natasha.”

It’s the least she can do for laughing at his misfortune all evening. And besides, it’s not like they haven’t shared a bed before. Most of the team have shared a bed at one point or another. It’s a great way to deal with the nightmares they all have. And Nat’s scary enough that even Bucky won’t dare argue with her, especially once she nods and slides her hand through the crook of his elbow.

“I’d love to have you over tonight,” she says in that sly tone that means she’s rubbing this in Bucky’s face. He sighs. When did his life get so complicated? What did he do in a past life that was so bad he now has to deal with petty spies and assassins with roaming hands?

“Nat, stop teasing Bucky,” he orders. “Bucky, keep your hands to yourself. And Steve, just—” Steve gives him the biggest puppy dog eyes. Tony regrets every single time he’s ever told Steve how effective those are. “Never mind. Bed. You two are going and what you get up to once you’re there is none of my concern.”

“It could be,” Bucky says with another one of those eyebrow wiggles.

“Uh-huh,” Tony says, not impressed. “Darling, you’re so drunk you’re nearly falling over. I’d be surprised if you can even get it up.”

“Oh doll, I can always get it up for you.”

“Charming,” he says flatly.

Steve slides his hand into Tony’s free one, interlacing their fingers and swinging them, happy as a clam. Tony glances over at him and opens his mouth to say something, what he’s not sure. It’s not like this is nearly as much of a problem as Bucky’s leering is; it’s just a little awkward. Before he can say anything, Steve beams at him and lifts their joined hands up so he can press a soft kiss to the back of Tony’s. Tony shuts his mouth again and tries not to blush.

After a moment, he says, “Nat, can you take Bucky upstairs if I’ve got Steve?”

She nods. “Let’s go,  Джеймс.”

Bucky pouts but obediently follows her to the elevator. Once they’re gone, Tony turns to Steve, who promptly wraps him up in a hug. “Were we really that bad tonight?” Steve mumbles, voice muffled by Tony’s hair.

He wants to say yes, wants it to never happen again because tonight was awkward-with-a-capital-A, but he thinks of all the times Rhodey and Pepper have had to wrangle him when he had too much to drink. “Worse things have happened,” he tells him instead and nudges Steve’s jaw up so he can kiss him in that sensitive spot right under his chin.

“Good,” Steve says and finally—finally—he sounds sleepy. “I never want to cause you problems.”

Tony smiles fondly. He knows they don’t. That’s why he finds it impossible to stay mad at them when they do things like this. “Come on, honey. Let’s get you upstairs before you become deadweight.”

“You’d have to get the suit to move me,” Steve says drowsily, stumbling along with Tony as they head for the elevators.

“That’s very true.”

Natasha is already gone by the time he gets Steve into their bedroom, and fortunately, Bucky is already asleep, snoring softly as he lies facedown on the bed. “Small miracles,” Tony mutters, shoving Steve in the direction of the bathroom.

He helps Steve out of his clothes, decides against a shower—they’ve tried sleepy Steve in the shower before and it never turns out well—and eventually gets his teeth brushed. By that point, Steve is all but swaying on his feet so it’s no effort at all to get him tucked into bed beside Bucky, who must know on some subconscious level that it’s Steve next to him because he rolls over and wraps himself around Steve like he’s part octopus.

Tony smiles at the sight of them and pulls his phone out to take a quick picture before he grabs a couple things and then heads down to Nat’s floor. She’s also already in bed by the time he gets there, but she’s leaning up against the headboard, reading a book.

“Thanks,” he says wearily as he drags himself into her bathroom.

“You owe me,” she says simply. “Besides, it was easy once he realized you weren’t there. Just had to promise him you’d be coming up soon.”

“You’re a genius.” He stumbles back out of the bathroom and faceplants on the bed, burying his face into her hip. “Fuck, that was exhausting. Was I ever that bad when you were working for me? No, don’t answer that. I think we all remember that party.”

She laughs and cards her fingers through his hair. “You did well, котенок.” She pauses. “But I still took pictures.”

“…I hate you.”

[drabbles-mc]

Closer

Juice Ortiz x F!Reader

Request by Anon: I was wondering if I could get a Juice x female reader, where she wonders into the clubhouse one day, after a long ass day, at the end of a long ass week, and just plonks herself in his lap, cuddles him and falls asleep on him - and there's just some general fluff around that. ^_^ this could be pre-relationship or how the guys find out, for some extra depth to the general fic

Warnings: alcohol, Juice being sweeter than a candy bar

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: I went pre-relationship for this because I am here for the yearning. Hope you like it! xo

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It had been the longest week you’d had in a while. It wasn’t a bad week, per se, it was just busy. Between things at work and everything going on with your family, you felt like you were basically running on fumes by the time Friday evening rolled around. A huge part of you wanted to just head home, curl up with some tea and your favorite show while lying underneath a fluffy blanket. But for some reason, when you left work for the day, you found yourself going in the complete opposite direction.

In the midst of the chaos that had filled your week, you really hadn’t had any time for yourself, let alone time for the people that you actually wanted to see. That being the case, you found yourself rolling into the parking lot of the clubhouse. It was busy—Friday’s always were. It didn’t seem like things had gotten out of control though. You took a deep breath as you stepped down out of your car and made your way towards the clubhouse.

You walked inside and were pleased to see that it wasn’t overly crowded. The air was filled with music and the sound of a few dozen different conversations going on, but it wasn’t the wild scene that you had walked in on in the past. It felt like everyone was doing the same thing that you were trying to do—recover.

Before you even made it to the bar, the man behind it had a beer ready for you. You chuckled as you took it from him, thanking him with a smile. You pressed the bottle to your lips, drinking a good amount of it in one go without even really meaning to.

“Long week?” Juice’s voice piped up from behind you, and you could tell without even looking at him that he was trying to hold back a laugh.

You turned around to face him, a tired smile taking over your features, “How’d you know?”

He shrugged, “Lucky guess,” he came up so that he was standing at the bar next to you, “Also I haven’t seen or heard from you all week. And you’re drinking that beer like your life depends on it.”

You laughed, “What else can you tell me about my life, Juice?”

He pulled you into a hug, “That I’m gonna be in it for a while.”

You chuckled as you let him envelop you for a moment. He was always a flirt, especially with you. You gave it right back but you tried to be careful about letting yourself get too carried away. However, in moments like that, it was nice to just soak it up even if you couldn’t be sure that there were really feelings there on his end of it.

The two of you stood by the bar for a few minutes, allowing yourselves to have some time for just the two of you. He listened as you caught him up on everything that had been going on with you throughout the week, wordlessly getting you another beer after you finished off your first one. It was difficult not to get lost in the way that he looked at you, like he was hanging on every word that you were saying to him. You always wondered how Juice hadn’t landed himself a partner yet—he was always so sweet and attentive it made you wonder how no one had scooped him up.

“Wanna come and sit?” he offered as he nodded towards the couches where some of the guys were sitting.

You nodded, grabbing your beer off the surface of the counter, “Please, yes.”

Juice sat down on the end of the couch, leaning onto the arm of it. You found your place right next to him, casually draping your legs over his as you leaned against his side. You didn’t make any comment about it, and neither did he, but you could tell by the look on his face that he wanted to say something. He didn’t, though, instead settling into the contact and resting his hand on your knee. You purposely ignored the looks from the other guys as you jumped into the conversations that they were having.

As the night wore on, you somehow wound up completely curled up in Juice’s lap. He didn’t seem to mind, his arms draping easily and comfortably around you. Your head rested in the crook of his neck as you listened to the hustle of the clubhouse. It’d been a few minutes since you stopped paying attention to the conversations happening right in front of you. You were too focused on the steady rise and fall of Juice’s chest beneath you, and the feeling of his hand as he would randomly run up and down your back.

“Doesn’t look like you’ll be moving for a while,” Jax said with a laugh.

Juice looked down to see you completely passed out against him, being held up solely by his arm bracing you against him. He chuckled and shook his head, “Yea, guess not.”

“You still haven’t said anything to her yet, have you?”

Juice tried to pretend that he had no idea what Jax was talking about, “Said anything?”

He shook his head, “Come on, bro. I think it’s safe to say that she feels the same way.”

Juice paused, glancing down at you curled up against him as you slept through the noise of the clubhouse, “It’s simpler this way.”

“Don’t be an idiot,” Jax stood up and clapped him on the shoulder, “Do something about this.”

Juice didn’t get the chance to reply and try to argue with him—he walked away too quickly. Which left Juice there on his own with you in his lap. He smiled at you, giving you a light squeeze to hold you a little bit closer while he had the opportunity. He studied your face for a few moments—it was the most relaxed that he’d ever seen you.

In your sleep, you reached and rested your hand on his shoulder, pulling yourself tight against him the same way you would someone you were laying with. He let out a shaky breath as he allowed himself to enjoy the contact. You shifted slightly, your nose brushing lightly against the sensitive skin of his neck as you grumbled quietly in your sleep. If he wasn’t in love with you before he was fairly certain that he was now. He’d sit there all day and all night if it meant that he got to keep holding you.

“Dorm might be more comfortable,” Chibs commented in passing with a chuckle as he walked by.

Juice let out a soft sigh, knowing that he should just stand up and carry you back to his dorm so you could sleep the right of the night. He just didn’t want to wake you. He carefully wrapped his arms around you before standing up, trying to move you as little as possible. He walked through the clubhouse, managing to not bump into anything or anyone.

He nudged the door to his dorm open with his foot and walked inside, kicking it shut behind him to try and muffle the noise coming from the rest of the clubhouse. He somehow managed to hold onto you as he pulled the blanket of his bed down before gently setting you down on the mattress.

Before he could pull the blanket back up over you, he saw you stirring and beginning to wake up. He tried and failed to bite back a smile as he looked at you—your exhaustion and sense of slight confusion was written all over your face.

“You fell asleep,” his voice was quiet but you could still hear him chuckle as he spoke, “Figured it might be better for you to stay here—didn’t want you driving if you were that tired.”

You nodded, still not fully awake, “Okay,” you saw him walking back towards the door and spoke up, “You staying with me?”

He froze, taking a moment to get his thoughts in order before he turned around and faced you, “Do…do you want me to?”

You nodded, “Yea.”

His smile was soft, “Okay. Yea. I’ll…I’ll stay with you.”

You smiled and nodded as you pulled your shoes off, dropping them on the floor next to the bed. He walked back over toeing off his boots before stripping down to just a t-shirt and his underwear. If you hadn’t been so exhausted you might’ve taken more time to gaze at him, but it was difficult to keep your eyes open.

He laid down next to you, pulling the blanket up over the both of you. He wasn’t planning on trying to push his luck—he wasn’t going to close the distance between you for fear of making you uncomfortable. He left the empty space of the mattress, but he couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

You reached out, resting your hand on his shoulder as you pulled yourself closer to him. Your hand slid down his arm until it reached his wrist, wrapping your fingers around it before moving it so you could set his hand on your side. You could feel how tense he was and the only thing you could think to do in that moment was wrap your arms around him and pull yourself flush against him. A deep, content sigh passed through your lips as you all but melted into the heat coming off of him.

It took a few moments, but he finally allowed himself to hold you. He let out an unsteady breath as your hands slid underneath the fabric of his t-shirt, resting innocently on his back. He brought one hand up so that it was resting on the side of your neck, his thumb lightly tracing along your jaw.

You turned your face slightly, pressing a sleepy kiss against the palm of his hand, “Goodnight.”

Your eyes were shut, and he was glad that you weren’t able to see the look of disbelief on his face, unsure of how to respond to such a soft gesture. He cleared his throat, pressing a soft, nervous kiss to your forehead, “Goodnight.”

He heard the happy hum you let out in return as you snuggled farther into him, entangling your legs with his. It was a matter of minutes before you’d fallen completely asleep again, leaving him there to soak up and enjoy the sensation of having you so close.

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Outed

“And Cut!” The director shouted, ending the scene between Jong-Suk and his co-star Park Shin-Hye, “that was excellent. You guys aHyefree to leave,” the director said, gesturing them to leave. As Jong-Suk and Shin-Hye walk to their cars, she stopped in front of Jong-Suk before he could enter his car, “you did great today. Why don’t we go out to celebrate?” She offered, and Jong-Suk being the nice guy he was, agreed to go with her, “yay!” She shouted, clapping her hands, “I’ll pick you up at 7,” saying before walking back to her car.

Jong-Suk arrives at your shared apartment and plops on top of you, “oof, well, welcome home to you too,” you say, wrapping your arms around your boyfriend. Looking up, he gives you a small kiss on the cheek, “how was the shoot?” You ask, “it was fine, Shin-Hye wants to take me out to dinner though to celebrate or whatever,” you and Shin-Hye weren’t the best of friends since you knew she wanted Jong-Suk to herself. “Be careful, I don’t trust her,” you admit getting up from your spot “don’t worry, Y/N, I’ll be careful. I don’t think she will try anything,” bringing you back into his arms. You finally gave in and accepted that he and Shin-Hye would be at dinner later tonight.

Later that night, you were lying in your shared bed as Jong-Suk was standing in the mirror checking his final outfit, “do you have to go? Why not stay, and we can order some fried chicken,” you say with a big grin trying to get him not to go. “I already said yes, and it would be rude of me if I canceled last minute,” he says, sitting on the edge of the bed, “does it make you that uncomfortable that I am going with her?” He asks, placing a hand on your leg. Yes, it did bother you, but you didn’t want to be that boyfriend that prevents his lover from going out with friends, “no, it doesn’t bother me, go and have fun,” forcing a fake smile. “Don’t wait up for me, ok? Get some sleep, and I’ll be back and have you in my arms before you know it,” he smiles leaning in to kiss you, “can I get a kiss before I go?” He whispers. You sit up, pressing your lips against his, “be safe,” saying as you break away from the kiss.

You both hear a knock at the door, and you let out a groan. Jong-Suk chuckles, standing up to answer the door. “You ready?” Shin-Hye asks, walking into the apartment, “yeah, I just need to grab something from the room,” Jong-Suk says, walking back into the bedroom, “what did you forget?” You for-, “before you could finish, he gives you a passionate kiss,” I forgot that, he says with a smile before walking out the room. “Alright, let’s go,” Jong-Suk says, guiding Shin-Hye to the door, “Bye Y/N!” He shouts, shutting the door. “Who is Y/N?” She asks, walking down the steps to the parking garage, “He is just a friend.” Lying to keep his relationship a secret.

“So I found this nice restaurant downtown,” she starts explaining the plan as she starts the car, “it has a nice atmosphere, perfect if you are a couple.” Jong-Suk caught onto her last words.

‘maybe this was a bad idea,' he thinks to himself already regretting his decision.

“Maybe Y/N was right, and she is trying to hit on me?”

His thoughts were interrupted by Shin-Hye snapping her fingers in his direction, “what do you think?” Asking, “I’m sorry, think about what?” he asked, feeling bad about not listening. “About you possibly coming over to my house after?” Jong-Suk shook his head, “I only agreed to the celebration dinner, and that is it.”

Jong-Suk and Shin-Hye arrived to at the restaurant, and she was right about it being nice. They had glass chandeliers hanging with dimmed lighting shining through the crystals. The tables had silk cloth over the table with gold stitching. “How did you find this place?” Jong-Suk was asking as he looks at the restaurant in awe, “I just stumbled upon it,” obviously lying, but Jong-Suk didn’t want to call her out on it.

“Are you Ms. Park? Party of two?” The waiter asks as she nods, confirming her reservation. The waiter guided them to their table that was located near the back, away from lingering eyes.

They both took their seats, looking through the menu, “this place looks amazing, Shin-Hye, and the food looks even more amazing,” Jong-Suk compliments, “perfect place for us to celebrate. He adds. “And a perfect place for couples too,” she comments. Looking into Jong-Suk’s eyes, he coughs, trying to break away the awkwardness. “What are you thinking of having?” Changing the subject, “I don’t know yet, everything sounds good, what about you?” Shin-Hye replied, obviously not looking at the menu. As he was looking at the menu, he felt a hand starting to rub his. “What are you doing?” He asked, pulling his hand away, “don’t you think it’s romantic how it’s only us,” she says, reaching back for Jong-Suk’s hand.

“If you are going to keep acting like this, I am just going to leave,” he says sternly, “why? It’s not like you have a girlfriend, so why not date me?” Jong-Suk got up from his seat, ready to leave before he met with a pair of lips. quickly pulled away, “WHAT THE FUCK!” He spats before storming out of the restaurant, wiping his mouth, trying to rid of the feeling of someone else’s lips besides yours, he waved down a cab, wanting the night to end.

The cab ride was short but felt like an eternity. Exiting out the cab and paying the driver, he started making his way up the stairs to the apartment, “Y/N? Are you awake?” Whispering making sure not to wake you if you were already asleep. Still, no response, making his way to your shared bedroom, seeing your peaceful sleeping figure, climbing into the bed, he buried his face into your chest, feeling guilty about not listening to you about your concerns. Sleep finally took over him letting his body melt into yours.

~

The next morning Jong-Suk woke up before you with his back pressed against your chest. Reaching over, he opened his phone and opened Twitter and saw a tweet from Allkpop.

The co-star Park Shin-Hye of Lee Jong-Suk leaks that he is dating a non-celebrity male named Y/N.

“WHAT!?” Screaming makes you jolt awake, “What? What? What?” repeatedly saying, trying to get your boyfriend to explain. “That bitch, she tried outed us!” shouting. Your eyes widened at what he said, checking your Twitter and seeing both your name and his trending. Putting your phone down, you scooted closer to your boyfriend, placing a hand on his shoulder. He shrugged it off, getting up from his spot “are you okay?” You asked. He turned around with nothing but rage in his eyes.

“AM I OKAY? IS THAT ALL YOU HAVE TO ASK? MY CAREER IS IN JEOPARDY, AND ALL YOU CAN ASK IS IF I AM OK? FUCK YOU Y/N, NO, I AM NOT OKAY!” You flinched at the sudden outburst, feeling hurt from his words.

“DON'T YOU DARE BLAME THIS ON ME, MAYBE IF YOU HAVE HAD LISTENED, THIS WOULDN'T HAVE HAPPENED!"

Shouting back at him, he started pulling at his hair in frustration. He knew it wasn’t fair to take his anger out on you, and he was mad at himself for letting it happen. “she kissed me.” the defeat in his voice, “I’m so stupid. I should have listened to you and just stayed home. But no, my stupid ass didn’t listen.” Jong-Suk saying before storming out of the apartment.

Jong-Suk had his hands in his hoodie with his head hanging down.

What am I going to do? What if people hate me?

He thinks to himself, the only people that knew about you and him were your families. He pulled out his phone and dialed his manager, ringing a few times before the manager picked up.

“I was wondering when you were going to call me.”

“How bad is it?” Jong-Suk ask.

“Damage is minimal, we can easily cover it up, and it will be gone by tomorrow.”

Jong-Suk felt a pit in his stomach, wondering if being in the closet is what’s best.

Do I want to continue hiding? No, I want to hold Y/N in public, I want to share our love with everyone, I don’t wish always to call Y/N a ‘friend.’

“No, I don’t want to lie anymore. I want to come clean,” Jong-Suk says.

“But Mr. Lee, this could potentially ruin your career, and you have a new drama set to be released.”

“We will deal with that when we cross that bridge.”

“Your call Mr. Lee. I will release an official statement confirming the allegation.”

Jong-Suk let out a deep breath that he didn’t know he was holding, turning around, and started running back to the apartment with only you on his mind, barging through the door. He ran into the room where you were still sitting on the bed, tears falling from your eyes. Jong-Suk leaned down, placing his forehead against yours.

“I am so sorry for everything that I said. I should never have cursed at you, and I love you, Y/N. That is why I told my manager that I wanted to come clean with everything.”

You finally look up, meeting those brown eyes that you fell in love with, “are you sure that is what you want to do? I don’t want to be the reason your career ends.” Jong-Suk shook his head, sitting on the bed next to you, “Nonsense, I can always play in BL dramas that I always see you watching.” He jokes, giving you a nudge, you nuzzle your face into his neck. 

“What should our ship name be?” Your joke is making you both laugh, falling back on the bed, “let’s just lay here and not think of anything from the outside, just us,” Jong-Suk says, kissing you on the head. “You are too warm to move anyways.”

Your boyfriend’s phone rings, ruining the peaceful moment.

“I am sorry, Mr. Lee, but the agency won’t agree. You will have to end it with Y/N.”

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Echoy’aim - 1

a/n: so my hope is for this to be a series, im like really diggin the ideas i’ve got rolling around in my skull and i also wanna take it slow with this fic (I know i have a habit of rushing to the horny bits) While writing i listened to the album Ecophony Rinne by Geinoh Yamashirogumi, which i would totally recommend! it helped me with the vibe. also much love to @maybege​ and @whenimaunicorn​ for listening to me ramble and encouring this mess.

wordcount: 2,669 (lol nice)

warnings: this fic is Omegaverse, with a/b/o dynamics, later points in the story will be more smutty but so far nothing sexual happens

PART 2

alpha!Paz x reader // The Mandalorian (A/B/O)

Looking up at the sky, you couldn’t help but notice how bright the new moon was. Even when the moon Wolo was cast in the shadow of Otare, the artificial light pollution from the city of Odharra on its surface was always visible, always glowing. You couldn’t look at the moon without wondering what your family was doing. It was hard to keep track of the time difference between the celestial bodies but you knew that your mom was most likely in her lab working away.

“You also running late?” a voice from behind you asked. With a simple shake of your head you broke the course of your thoughts before turning to find Kel. She wore her commonplace smile, exuding a confidence you were jealous of; she seemed so content and happy with her state, resting her hand on top of her round belly.

“Yeah, just lost track of time,” you mumbled, falling in pace next to her as she waddled along the main path to the center of the village. 

“Same here, it took forever to get Boej down for the night. I was so worn out I crashed next to him,” She laughed to herself, moving her hand to brace against her lower back. Without hesitation you stilled, giving her a moment to rest before she continued, “Do you know what this urgent council meeting is about anyway?”

“Apparently there was a distress call from just outside the atmosphere, and some families want to respond,” You mumbled with a shrug, relaying the sparse details you had overheard. The pair of you walked along in a shared silence that wasn’t exactly uncomfortable, but you still felt the need to fill the air. “Well, the shipment is arriving tomorrow. Jae will be back with you in no time.”

Kel nodded at your comment, smiling to herself before adding, “He’ll be back and staying on planet until these two are born.” 

“I'm sure it’s hard for him to be away from his riduur, especially when you’re so far along.” You tried to ignore the ache in your chest as you watched her rub along the curve of her pregnant belly. It was the same ache you felt when she announced her first son, or when she confided in you before anyone else when she learned was having twins. The pheromones a pregnant omega gave off were supposed to calming in nature to those around them, but the smell of her did not seem to have that effect on you. You wanted to be happy for her, as much as the whole tribe was—it seemed everyone wanted to touch and feel the kicks of her budding children—but you couldn’t help feeling outside of the events as the older omegas reminisced on their pregnancies and offered advice for Kel’s comfort.

Kel’s expression softened as she took in the way you gazed at her body. Wrapping her arm around your shoulders, she pulled you close, giving a squeeze as she nudged her forehead against yours, “Don’t worry, you’ll find a mate soon. I'm sure of it.” 

You tried to smile and seem agreeable, but also took the opportunity of approaching the Greathouse as a chance to break apart. Kel waved as she went in through the main door while you slipped around the corner of the building. Quietly as you could, you used a side entrance to cut to your seat near the center without disturbing too many of the onlookers. You settled on your knees in your place, just behind your grandmother. 

The Greathouse was as full as you’d ever seen it, members of the tribe packed in from wall to wall, standing where there wasn’t room to sit; all witnessing the elders’ discussion. Spectators were never uncommon for these meetings, but you couldn’t think of a time you’d seen this many at once. 

The seating arrangement in the great space during meetings was in the shape of a wagon wheel. In the center of the hall—at the wheel’s axle—was the fire pit. Circled around that were the eldest alpha of each family. Six in all, a mix of men and women, each with their helmets—an important heirloom and family symbol—proudly displayed before them. Behind the alphas sat their families, spread out to fill the slices of space like the spokes of a wheel. The circle of elders was broken only by your grandmother, the Alor and seventh member of the council. She was the only one without a helmet as she was the only omega. Across the room you could see Kel settle down among her family as a cousin offered her his chair.

You tried to quietly whisper an apology for your tardiness but your grandmother waved you off, patting your leg with one hand. In the other she held a small leather pouch. The discussion was in full swing now but you focused more on reaching for the steaming kettle by the fire than what was being said at the moment. You refilled your grandmother’s mug before pouring a drink for yourself.

“They are Mandalorians!” One of the leader’s voices boomed from across the circle.

“They are warriors!” Another replied, slamming her balled fist on the ground to emphasize her point. “We are farmers, we have chosen peace—all of us have!—there is no place for warriors among us.” 

The people watching were nearly silent—only occasionally clapping in agreement—rapt with attention as the group of six continued to make their points over the crackling of the fire and each other. You tried to listen to the arguing, weighing their opinions in your own mind, but your eyes kept wandering to your grandmother’s hands. 

Idly, she took a sip of her tea, unbothered by the noise, all while continuing to rhythmically bounce the pouch in her grasp. You could almost hear the familiar muffled sounds of the contents being jostled by the movement, the way they clack against each other. 

“This bickering will get us nowhere!” The man seated to your grandmother’s right rang out. It was Vres, your eldest Uncle, and the head of your own family. “Please, Alor,” he said in a calmer voice now that the arguing had halted, turning to face his mother, “Tell us, what do the bones say?”

All eyes were on your grandmother—necks craning forward to get a clearer view while those in the back stood from their seats—all watching as she twisted her wrist, pouring the fragments of bone from the pouch. The small white pieces, edges smoothed and rounded by age, bounced and scattered about, settling in place upon the ground before her, seemingly at random—but you watched the way her finger guided along above the arrangement. Studying each one in time, taking in their relation to each other. You tried to recall your lessons and understand what she was reading.

“The bones speak of the echoy’aim,” she finally said, breaking the heavy silence that had settled over the audience, “They speak of the deep pain we all know.” Carefully she reached forward, gently picking up one bone with her bent, arthritic fingers, holding it up to the light of the flame. This one you recognized. 

‘Both possibilities and aliit, our family,’ your grandmother had explained when she’d decided it was time for you to learn and had first shown you the bones. ‘It breaks off in two directions, representing the parting of ways or the branching of generations; what matters is how you read it.’ 

“They remind us that when one brother is safe, we all are safe.” 

- .-- --- --- .-- ..- ...-

There wasn't much contest after your grandmother spoke. The vote was unanimous—begrudgingly so by some—that the soldiers would stay with the tribe. The matter of whether they would truly integrate with Cuun Adate, or move on after a briefer respite, was left open to future discussion.

The covert arrived late at night, eager to land after an arduous journey. Most of Cuun Yaim was asleep when their ships first touched ground. You were awake in the loft of the Greathouse at the time, having said that you were going to bed but then losing track of time reading on your holopad.

It was lonely in the loft now. You missed the nights with the other omegas. When you moved from your parent’s home to the loft, the other beds were taken, since all of the other omegas had come of age before you even arrived in Cuun Yaim. You had ended up sleeping next to Kel, spending most of those nights together talking until you fell asleep; discussing the possibilities of the future as a full member of the tribe with a loving riduur.

Now, most nights you spent your time alone in the loft, bundled up with all the extra, unused pillows from the other beds. The loft was reserved for young omegas without a mate. It was over the main entrance of the great space, looking down over the central fire pit. It got very warm and cozy on cold nights, especially after gatherings that filled the hall with people like tonight’s meeting. 

At the far end of the hall was the Alor's residence, where your grandmother lived. Your Uncle and his family currently stayed there too, helping to care for her in her old age after she minded and taught their younglings during the day. 

After the last riduurok—when it was apparent that you would be the only one left un-mated and alone in the loft—your grandmother offered for you to sleep downstairs but you refused, insisting you wanted your own space and that the warm loft would be nice in the coming cold months.

So now you spent your evenings alone, reading your holopad as you listened to the dying fire below and the muffled sounds of your uncle’s riduur singing their pups to sleep.

This night was different due to the expected arrivals. You could hear your grandmother still awake working away at her weaving and humming along—the wooden clacking of the loom keeping time—far past when she would normally turn in. 

Your eyelids were heavy, the text before you becoming blurry as your wrist started to slump, almost dropping the holopad when you were jolted awake by the creak of the large door opening.

Cautiously crawling across the wooden planks on your knees, you listened closely, trying to count the footsteps before you could see how many people had entered. You were so focused that you hadn't noticed that the clack-clack of your grandmother's loom had stopped.

Shuffling on your belly, you approached the edge of the loft. Carefully you eased forward, peering over the sawed ends of the boards to watch what was happening around the fire. Your grandmother was plain to see in her usual seat but you followed her line of vision and spotted the newcomers entering the hall. 

The pair were easy to identify as Mandalorian; the first wore a golden beskar helmet that bore a series of small horns that circled around the crown of their head—almost Zobrak-like in their arrangement. A helmet that was not removed despite entering the great hall, something you chalked up to them being uneasy in a new place. Still, they knelt when approaching the fire, showing deference to your kin. That was when you noticed the second visitor. You could smell him before you even looked his way. His scent commanded your attention instantly—his pheromones, both musky and masculine in essence, held your gaze on him though you wanted to hear what the other was saying to your grandmother. Still you forced yourself to pay attention.

The one in the horned helmet stepped forward, urging your grandmother to stay seated. Reaching forward your grandmother clasped their forearm, a greeting you recognized as one shared between friends or equals. 

"I apologize for our untimely arrival, but I'm sure you understand the urgent nature of our situation. Thank you again, for taking my people in on such short notice." Hearing the second Alor's voice you recognized she was a woman and wondered vaguely curious of her disposition and what their covert's traditions were. 

Normally it was easy to tell by scent who was an alpha or omega, but the smell of the silent soldier was so overpowering to you, every other scent in the room was dampened compared to him—even the smell of the wood smoke. It was hard to discern much about his appearance from above but he stood tall, clad in blue armor. He seemed intimidating in stature, even without the protective layer of beskar you could tell he would tower over you. 

He remained silent as the two Alors spoke, standing near the fire to warm while listening to the conversation. You felt almost mesmerised as you studied him, unable to tear your eyes away a second time. It was like watching the alphas in the village spar: paying close attention at  every moment so you don’t miss the winning blow—but now instead of hoping to see a hard right hook you would have been content just seeing his fingers idly twitch.

You thought he was engrossed in the Alors' conversation when his helmet abruptly turned, almost instantly focusing on you. Even though his entire face was obscured by the dark tint of his helmet's visor, you could feel his eyes landing on you tucked away in the shadowy eaves of the Greathouse.

He held your gaze so intently you found yourself loathe to break the connection, even though normally you would look away from such direct eye contact. He was a proud alpha—you could not only by how he held himself, but by the heady scent of his disposition swirling up with the wood smoke to find you in the loft. 

There was something warm about the smell you couldn't name. Breathing it in, you felt not quite drowsy, but content. Lulled by his infatuating scent, you tucked your arms in close and rested your cheek on your wrist—all the while continuing to keep gaze with the blue soldier.

Your grandmother waved away the other Alor's apologies with her usual air. "You are safe, that is what matters most." She leaned forward, using the end of her cane to poke at the crumbling embers that were the last log. "You must be tired, please rest here."

"It is too late. The others will sleep on the ship tonight, so as not to disturb the village, but Paz and I will gladly accept your offer." Holding out a gloved hand she gestured to her silent companion as your grandmother hummed in agreement.

"Very well, then I must turn in." Your grandmother declared as she braced her cane, moving to stand. You could feel your muscles twitch with the impulse to help her, even though you were watching from the shadows. Instead of yourself stepping forward, it was the blue soldier.

He circled around the fire in barely two long steps, reaching for her elbow before she could dismiss his aid as she normally would. He walked slowly, keeping her pace as she shuffled along to the door that led to her living space. 

"I had my son-in-law set out some blankets for you, I hope there is all you need," your grandmother commented, turning around to speak to him.

"All that you provide is more than plenty, and I am thankful for it." His response was simple enough—the proper manners for speaking to an Alor—and your grandmother approved, smiling as she ducked past the curtain that separated the living quarters from the great space. The sound of his voice sent a pang through you, something that echoed in your form before settling as a warm heat between your thighs.

Returning to your bed, you climbed under the covers, basking in his scent as it continued to waft up to you as the blue soldier rested below your rafters. Unable to deny your biology, you were easily lulled into a comfortable sleep—resting more easily than you had since the loft had become so empty. 

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Glossary [literal definition](functional definition) Echoy’aim - [searching/mourning + home](the Mandalorian Diaspora) Cuun Adate - [my people](the name of the Tribe) Cuun Yaim - [my home](the name of the Village) Otare - The planet Cuun Yaim is on Wolo - The Moon of Otare Odharra - The largest city on Wolo Riduur - Spouse (mate) Riduurok - a bond of love, marriage

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Toni//i don’t wanna think of anything else now that i thought of you (part 2)

hey! i hope you like it! i love this so much, it’s so cute and gay and lovely. like me! here’s part 1 if you wanna read it! 

“Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay.” Amber slurs, a sleepy grin on her face as she rests her arms on the side of the pool. You and Toni share a concerned look from the sun lounger you’re sharing, and as a collective, all of you move a little closer to her. She’s bound to fall, but at least if she does she’s already in the pool. “Lets play truth or dare!” She cheers and everyone groans. 

“Amber you always ask the worst questions.” Betty rolls her eyes from beside you and downs the rest of her beer. Sweet Pea and Fangs nod in agreement, pausing their game of ‘who can drown the other the fastest’ and join the conversation. 

“Maybe you’re just not interesting enough to have a proper answer to my amazing questions.” She huffs and splashes the blonde. 

“She’s plenty interesting.” Jughead defends his girlfriend and she places a hand over his. 8 years on and still nothing has changed between your little group.

Betty and Jughead are still madly and sometimes a little annoyingly in love, Fangs and Sweet Pea are still as immature as they were when they were 17, it’s just now they have jobs to go to, ones that they still get to annoy each other at. Amber still can’t handle her beer, only now she has someone to hold her hair back when she’s throwing up after two beers, and you can guarantee that when she has finished puking, Jade will always send pictures of her asleep on the toilet to the group chat. 

And you and Toni? You’re still very much in love, and still denying that you have been since you first met. Only now, that hate has laid the foundations of a life together. An amazing home, your dream jobs and so many pets that you’re sure you keep getting strays and not noticing. 

“So!” Amber claps, splashing water at Sweet Pea and Fangs who have now joined her side. “Toni, seeing as though it’s your house, you go first! Truth or dare.” 

“Truth.” Toni replies, the sunlight catching her eyes, making them shine a golden colour and your breath hitches. 

“Boooo.” Sweet Pea jeers, a smug smile on his face and Toni flips him off. Fangs reaches around Amber and slaps the back of his head and the two of them break off into a mini fight that ends up with Fangs under water while trying to kick at Sweet Pea. 

“You always pick truth.” Jade adds and rolls her eyes at the pink haired girl. “Hey! Bee! How are you getting on with that barbecue because I am starving.” She shouts right in your ear and you send her a glare as you rub your ear. Toni stifles a giggle while patting your shoulder and Jade shrugs at your annoyed stare, before facing Amber again. 

“You’ll get it when you get it!” She shouts back and a few serpents that are gathered around the barbecue groan and walk away disgruntled and in search of something to do while they wait for food. 

“Try not to poison us this time!” Jade adds cheekily and then screams a little when a tomato is thrown at her head. 

“That was one time, 7 years ago. I’m now an actual, proper chef or are you forgetting that.” She replies and Jade holds her hands up in defence. “I’ll spit in your burger if you’re not careful.” 

“Is that a promise...chef.” She winks and you all laugh loudly. Bee shakes her head but a small smile plays on her lips as she checks on the food. 

“You’re so fucking gross.” Fangs pulls a face while chuckling and she grins at him. 

“I always pick truth because you always dare me to something stupidly dangerous and extremely deadly, and surprisingly, I quite like being alive.” She says, smiling at you and you tuck a piece of hair behind your as you smile at the floor. 

She leans forward and presses a kiss against your cheek, causing them to heat up even more. 

“Get a room.” Sweet Pea splashes you both and the two of you send him an annoyed glare. 

“We have a whole fucking house.” You motion to the building beside you and he sticks his tongue out at you. 

“Fineeee.” Amber huffs. All she wants to do is play the stupid game and get drunk and her friends are making it increasingly difficult to do by making her wonder how they are all still friends. “Okay, Toni. Have you ever said something you regret about someone here?” She asks, her blue eyes sparkling with chaos and Toni shifts uncomfortably while eyeing each of her friends. 

Everyone, including you have a curious smiles on your faces and you all subconsciously move closer to her making her gulp. 

“Yeah.” She nods. “I told people I was friends with Sweet Pea and I’m still regretting that.” She sighs and Sweet Pea stares at her offended before chucking water at her. It lands on the both of you and the two of you squeal. “Sweet Pea! I spent two fucking hours doing this makeup, I am going to drown you.” She threatens. 

“I would like to see you try.” He laughs. 

“It’s okay.” You squeeze her hand. “I’ll just get Bee to spit in his food.” You add and grin. 

“Come on. Seriously?” Amber pushes and she sighs before looking at you. 

“I mean, I may have said a few choice words about you when we first met.” She says, a guilty expression clouding her face and you roll your eyes. 

“Well, that’s not exactly a secret.” You laugh. “And I definitely deserved it.” You shrug and she nods. 

“Okay, well then no. I haven’t.” She smiles and the group sends her suspicious looks. 

“Have you actually?” You mumble and she nods. 

“I’ll tell you later.” She whispers in your ear and the two of you giggle quietly. 

“Boring!” Amber huffs. 

“I told you.” Jade smiles smugly and Toni pick up the slightly squashed tomato and throws it at her again. 

“Y/n!” Amber turns her attention to you and you swallow nervously. “Seeing as though this is also your house. Truth or dare?” You think about it for a few seconds, weighing up all of the possible things that could kill you in your eye line, before finally deciding on truth. You don’t want to jump off the roof into the pool...not again anyway.

“Oh God.” Jonathan throws his hands up. You honestly had no idea he was that close and a few of you jump when you notice the brunettes presence. “You two are just as bad as each other. Remind me, when did you get married?” 

“Shut up Jon.” Toni shoves him. 

“Or do you want me to tell a certain chef that you like her?” You add and his eyes widen as he looks over at Bee. She sings along to the music while smiling along with what Dana and Maggie are talking about. 

“Okay, okay, okay. Be cool.” He holds his hands up. “You guys were made for each other.” He huffs before sulking off to get another drink. You and Toni giggle as you watch him walk away and he pulls a face at the both of you which only makes you laugh louder. 

“Truth.” You repeat, turning your attention back to Amber. She hums in reply, her eyes hooded as she leans her chin on the side of the pool. “What is your biggest regret?” She asks and the smile falls from your face. 

You look at each one of your friends, all of them smiling widely and waiting for you to answer. Toni nudges you gently and you feel your throat go dry, suddenly it’s too hot and the gaze that you’re under only makes it worse. 

It’s a loaded question, and it’s one that you think of a lot. You’ve made a lot of mistakes, like a lot, but the one that you always go back to, the one that sometimes makes it difficult for you to get up in the morning, or to look at pictures of your younger selves, or for you to fall asleep, is just how badly you treated the people who you now consider your dearest friends. 

“I-er. I.” You stutter and Toni grabs your hand giving it a light squeeze. Jade shuffles closer to you and wraps an arm around you, and the rest of your friends are now looking at you with worry. “I hate how I treated you guys.” You admit and they all share a look. 

“Shut up.” Sweet Pea says bashfully. 

“Yeah, that was years ago.” Fangs adds and you look at them confused. 

“Plus, we gave as good as we got.” Jade adds and you lean your head on her shoulder. 

“We love you, and all of that was forgiven as soon as you got your head out of your ass.” Jonathan adds before sitting down. His legs hang into the pool, disturbing the water and splashing Sweet Pea in the process. 

“I still feel bad though.” You sigh. “I hated you so much for absolutely no reason. Well, I hated you because of where you were born and were you grew up, and I was awful to all of you. But now, you’re like my best friends and I love you so much and I think back to that time and I was an asshole. Like a huge one.” You ramble and Toni pulls you into a hug. “So, I am really sorry, to all of you.” 

“We know.” Toni smiles at you. “You were forgiven a long time ago.” 

“Food!” Bee shouts and everyone stands up quickly. Toni pulls you up and your quickly enveloped in a large group hug before they all go off in search of food. 

“We love you.” Toni says. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You reply. Sweet Pea and Fangs run past you and get back in the pool. You watch as the concentrate on trying to keep the food out of the water and you ask them why they didn’t just put it on the side while getting in. “Don’t throw up.” You warn as they eat and splash and they both roll their eyes at you. 

“If you do, you’re cleaning it up.” Toni adds. 

“Sorry, moms.” Fangs teases and you flip him off. 

“I’m gonna go get some more drinks.” You tell Toni and press a kiss to her cheek. She nods and reluctantly lets you go before getting some food from Bee.

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“Hey baby.” You smile as you feel a pair of arms wrap around your middle. Warm skin against yours makes you feel lightheaded and you turn around in her arms, capturing her lips in a kiss that tastes like watermelon and whiskey. 

Her hands squeeze your waist and yours tangle in her hair, the drinks long abandoned as she presses you against the counter. 

“Are you having a good day?” She says breathlessly and a small laugh follows, the sound making your heart soar. 

“Even better now that you’re here.” You reply and pull her in for another kiss. She helps you up onto the counter and you wrap your legs around her middle. The two of you giggle and laugh into your kisses, a warm buzz settling in your stomach from the alcohol, and pure happiness fuels the moment and keeps you wanting for. 

She mumbles that she loves you, and when you nearly fall into the sink and she catches you, the two of you laugh loudly, completely forgetting about your friends and the party and the rest of the world for a few minutes. 

You look at her, her brown eyes wandering over your body and you’ve never felt so loved in your entire life. It makes your heart ache at the thought that someone could love you like this. And you think back to all those years ago, when you were a Northside Princess and she was the Queen of the Buskers, and it makes you think, what if. 

When you first met, when you first looked in her eyes and felt nothing but hate, you had no idea that now, when you look into those very same eyes, they are filled with nothing but love. 

“Toni?” You whisper against her lips. 

“Yeah?” She asks, stopping at the sudden seriousness of your tone. 

“Will you marry me?” The words fall effortlessly out of her mouth and she gasps a little and pulls away. 

“Are you serious?” She says, her eyes wide and full of surprise. You nod and she nods too, although she’s not really sure why. You jump off the bench and wrap your arms around her, the two of you smiling and laughing. 

“Is that a yes?” You ask and she nods quickly before the two of you go back to jumping around the kitchen. 

Sweet Pea strolls into the kitchen and raises an eyebrow at the two of you. His gentle whistling causes the both of you to stop and look at him, neither of you unable to keep the smiles off your faces. 

“What?” He asks, a confused laugh escaping his lips. 

“We’re getting married.” You smile and grab Toni’s hand. 

“She’s officially gonna be Queen of the Buskers.” 

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you wrote this in “enough for u” chapter 10. "You remember when he was learning to walk, and it was thundering outside, and he got super freaked out and just collapsed to the ground?". Would you write something about this or where u said that all the kids were dancing? some Amelia/Scout fluff

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a/n: look at me answering prompts! anyway, this is from that batch I promised i'd write. thank you for this and sorry for not answering this prompt earlier!

"Scout, walk to Dadda!" Link coaxed, holding his arms out wide. Scout turned back to Amelia behind him and laughed.

"This is useless; he only walks when he wants to. He's independent, already," Amelia smiled, kneeling down to Scout's level. "You're so smart, Scout!" She pulled him back into her arms and stood, resting him on her hip and walking towards the window. "Looks like we're not going to the park today."

"Weather app says it's going to start thundering soon," Link muttered from behind them, taking a seat on the floor. "I'll order some pizza, and we can just stay in and try and teach him to listen to what we're saying."

"He's a good listener!" Amelia put Scout down, watching as he got his footing before turning back to the window. "Once he actually learns how to walk, we need to take him for walks in the rain." She grinned as lightning struck far away, the flash of the sky coming quickly before the loud clap of thunder that followed.

Amelia turned around as Scout made some sort of squeal behind her to see him on the ground, with Link sitting a few feet away and laughing hysterically. "What just happened?"

"He-oh my," Link breathed out heavily, holding his hand over his chest and laying down on the floor. "He was just trying to walk to get his toy over there, and as soon as the lightning struck, he just fell!" Amelia grinned and walked over to Scout. "He just collapsed onto the floor, like his entire body gave out."

"I guess someone doesn't like thunderstorms," she whispered as she picked Scout up, noticing his teary eyes before he buried his face in the fabric of her t-shirt. "He'll be fine, huh, Scout?" She looked down at Link on the floor below her and gently kicked his knee, shaking her head comically in disapproval. "Stop laughing at him!"

"You didn't see it! Oh, he froze like a statue and then was just done!" Amelia rolled her eyes and wrapped her arms tightly around Scout.

"It's okay," she whispered into his blonde hair, "Mommy's got you, and I promise I won't let Daddy make fun of you." Her hand ran down his hair slowly, a soft hum coming from her lips as she began to pace around the living room. "Link, stop laughing at him! He's upset, and we have to be comforting right now! I bet you were scared of things like this when you were little," she muttered, nudging Link with her foot again as she walked past him.

"What are we supposed to do, stop the thunder and lightning?"

"No, we distract him! Cuddle him, play with toys, just distract him so that he's not scared," she hugged Scout tighter and pressed her lips to the top of his head. "I was scared of the shower when I was his age," Amelia spoke softly.

"How are you scared of a shower?" Link pushed himself up to sit against the wall, breathing heavily as he finally stopped laughing.

"It was loud, and people always went behind the shower curtain and then didn't come out for a while, and when they did come out, they were drenched in water."

"Maybe being scared of thunder isn't that ridiculous," Link muttered, standing up and walking towards Amelia as she paced around. "Let's put on a movie?" She nodded.

"I'm sorry, Scout," she whispered, moving towards the couch and taking a seat, still holding him close to her. She cringed as thunder sounded from outside again, and Scout let out a small cry.

"Here," Link whispered, holding up a blanket behind the couch. "I was scared of snow when I was little, and I always hid under a blanket when it was snowing."

"Snow doesn't even make a noise," Amelia mocked as she pulled the blanket over them. "At least he's got a loud noise to be scared of."

"It was cold and made my hands hurt when I touched it, so I hated it," Link muttered, taking a seat beside Amelia and pulling the blanket over his head. He held out the TV remote and opened Netflix. "I'll put something on for background noise, and hopefully, he'll fall asleep." Amelia looked down at Scout on her chest, clinging tightly to her shirt as he watched the icons on the television change. Link moved closer and wrapped his arm around Amelia, and she leaned her head against his shoulder.

"Did he hit his head or anything when he fell?"

"No, he fell on his side, and I think he tried to get right back up but sat down. He doesn't look like he's hurt; I just think he's still scared." She hummed softly and ran her thumb down the boy's hairline, tracing down to his jaw before repeating the delicate pattern. "Scout, you're safe with Mommy and I, I promise." He looked up at Link with his watery eyes and held his hand out towards his father, who took it gently.

"You'd think he wouldn't be scared; there was a thunderstorm right after he was born," Amelia whispered, watching as Scout's eyes fluttered open and closed.

"Yeah, and there was probably a shower in the room next to you when you were born, but look at where you ended up." She rolled her eyes, but Link could tell from the grin across her face that she wasn't annoyed. "You realize it isn't nap time, right? If he sleeps now, it'll mess up the whole schedule, and neither of us will get any sleep tonight."

"What, you want me to keep him awake so he can cry every time there's thunder? I'll stay up with him tonight; I think he just needs to relax right now. Learning to walk is stressful enough, and then you add the thunder on top of it? He's had a rough day," Amelia sighed, leaning further into Link's body. She felt Scout flinch as thunder clapped outside. "I didn't like loud noises; maybe he gets this from me."

"Let's hope he didn't get my fear of clowns," Link muttered. Amelia sat up quickly.

"You're afraid of clowns?"

[troublesometrollhunters]

Hi! I was wondering if I could request headcanons of the cast of Trollhunters reacting to a very young child and basically adopting them or something? Platonic pls :)

Being Raised in TrollMarket

(Tried to write this how a kid would think it)

~ Your guardian was driving you home after a long day at your babysitters. They'd been working all day and you'd gone to school before your babysitter picked you up. Your favorite song was playing and you were telling them all about your day when something ran into the road. You both screamed and then the car crashed.

~ You don't remember much. You were dizzy and you didn't feel good. There was something giant and black with teeth growling. You think it was trying to hurt you but then a boy of light fought it, keeping the creature away. Your guardian was gone.

~ You weren't scared but you were. Your head hurt and you didn't know where you were or where your guardian was. Your mind began to wander. A creature similar to the other picked you up and you felt scared but he gently put his head to yours and you suddenly felt safe. You fell asleep in warm gray arms surrounded by green furr.

~ You had woken up in a strange place. One with magic and creatures you'd only heard about in books and stories your sitter told you. You woke up with a large orange crystal in your hands and bandages all over. You remember a goat looking stone man walking into the room and how his hands were gentle despite being stone as he touched your forehead. He introduced himself as Vendel.

~ That was a few months ago. Occasionally you'll get memories about that night but as scary as it was you hadn't felt fear since. Your new family didn't make time for fear with all your schooling, training, and playing.

~ Blinky and Aarrrgh were like your parents now. They fed you, gave you clothes, and took care of you just like parents should. Blinky told you Aarrrgh was the one who saved you and that he was Aarrrgh's mate. They explained how your guardian was no longer around and couldn't take care of you but they'd asked them to take care of you. You were sad for a bit but Aarrrgh and Blinky were really nice. And so was the goat man and this entire place was really cool! You missed your family but TrollMarket made you happy.

~ You meet the blue guardian angle soon after. Turns out he was a normal boy but he had a magic amulet. His name was Jim and he was really nice. You call him your guardian angel and he seems to like the nickname a lot. He also has really cool friends! Toby was super good at giving hugs and knew everything about rocks! Claire was really pretty and spoke three languages! They hung out in the library a lot so you saw them all the time. You learned a lot of awesome sauce stuff from them!

~ Blinky reads you to sleep every night. He'd tuck you between Aaarrrgh and him as he read different stories. Some were about trolls like him and some were human books. He always made sure to read in different voices for the characters and he'd pause to show you any pictures. If you got curious about the book or pictures he'd stop and explain things to you making you happy. You liked knowing things.

~ He talked about his brother sometimes he seemed sad but also happy when he spoke of his brother, your uncle Dictatious. Blinky thinks you'd get along well with him because of all the questions you ask. Dics gone just like your parents but that's okay, just because they're gone doesn't mean they don't love you and you don't love them.

~ You always fall asleep to soft rumbling and Blinkies gentle voice as he reads. When you can't sleep Blinky sings you troll nursery rhymes and makes you some soothing tea while Aarrrgh hums deeply, calmling you down. Eventually you drift off with them cuddling you close telling you your loved.

~ Aarrrghs very cuddly even outside of bed. If you ever feel sad or miss someone he gently nudges you before pulling you close. He gives nuzzles a lot and kisses. Sometimes he'll lick your hair to try and make it look nice. Apprentally it's a troll thing called grooming. People do it to people they love and care for. You tried to do it back but Blinky suggested you brush their hair instead.

~ Even though you weren't hurt anymore and didn't have to be carried around Aarrrgh liked carrying you. You didn't mind, when you were up on his back or his shoulders you felt tall and you could talk to other trolls without looking up at them. Aarrrgh was super fast too so sometimes it felt like a ride!!!

~ Draal was like your big brother. At first he was a little mean but apprentally he lost a guardian too. When you got closer he became a lot nicer and would follow you around when you went on adventures.

~ When Blinky and Aarrrgh were busy Draal would take you around TrollMarket showing you everything. He always let you pick something you wanted to keep and told you everything he knew about his home.

~ You loved sparring with Draal. He couldn't use his full strength but you could. He showed you different moves and then helped you copy them. Jim Claire and Toby always clapped so you must be doing well. You know you can't help them but maybe someday!

~ When you were done training you'd watch your siblings train and cheer them on like they did for you! They were older so they could do more complicated things but that was okay you knew someday you'd be able to do those things too.

~ Vendel gets closer to you the longer you stay. Apprentally he's usually very grumpy but you've never noticed. He always has a new book for you too read and if you want jobs in his study. He teaches you about all his potions and the history of his people. Once when you asked he let you hold the heartstone staff just so you'd know what it feels like.

~ Your home in TrollMarket is a loving and flourishing place. Jim, Claire, Toby, and Draal are your siblings. Aarrrgh and Blinky your parents and Vendel like a grandpa or mentor. You know danger lurk outside in the form of goblins, changelings, and GumGums but for now you are safe and you are loved and your not scared. Because no matter what happens, you have your family.

[underworldobsessed]

I Don’t Intend to Suffer Any Longer ll Extra Fic! Bo-Katan Week Day 7: Free Day

Title: I Don’t Intend to Suffer Any Longer Rating: T Ship: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Satine Kryze Characters: Bo-Katan Kryze, Satine Kryze, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Luke Skywalker Series: This Life is Mine (Bo-Katan Week 2021) Collection: Obitine Cave Fam Summary:  Bo-Katan knows that when she doesn't feel safe, she doesn't sleep. She so rarely feels safe, that even visiting her sister's family on Tatooine leaves her feeling unsafe and refusing to sleep. However, on this particular trip, that changes. ll Extra fic for Bo-Katan Week Day 7: Free Day Author’s note: So this is actually based on a roleplay universe a bunch of my friends and I created, and I got permission from them to create a little fanfiction universe based in it. I adore the AU we created and I'm so excited to bring this world into my writing. Also, I felt kinda bad that my last day of Bo-Katan week was smut, so here’s an extra fic for all of you Bo-Katan fans!! I had a blast with this week! Thank you all for sticking with me!

Tagging: @bokatanweek

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Bo-Katan got the ship ready to land as she lowered into the atmosphere of the most backwater planet she could think of; Tatooine. She never understood why both Satine and Obi-Wan chose this planet to settle down on, and raise their young adopted son; Luke. It kept them safe, which to her, was the most important thing.

Yet despite all of it, she never felt safe enough to get rest while she was there.

She still felt uncertain with Obi-Wan, still trying to get accustomed to working with a jedi like him. Her sister knew this well, which was while she questioned it, she never judged her sister for not  sleeping while she was on world. It was something she wished she could do, but sleep never came to her while she was there.

Wherever Bo was, if she didn’t feel safe, she wouldn’t sleep or her sleep would be plagued with nightmares. Even places she had been dozens of times, like the main Nite Owl base could cause her to become anxious and prevent her from sleeping. If they got a new member, or if they had recently had a close call. She became used to working on limited sleep, if she ever slept in general.

As she landed on the created landing platform, she picked up her helmet off the console. She would only hope her sister didn’t see that she had bags under her eyes from the stress she was under and sleepless nights. She hid a yawn as she walked down the ramp, only to get slammed into by a four year old, seeing her sister and her husband walking up towards her.

“Auntie Bo!” She smiled despite her exhaustion, lifting Luke up to set him on her hip. She pressed a kiss to his head. “Welcome home, Auntie Bo!”

Her heart warmed at the greeting, still unbelievable that she had a home that wasn’t a military base. Her sister and family actually had a place for her to stay, and wanted her there.

“Hello, Bo.” Satine walked up and wrapped her arms around Bo to try and hug her without crushing Luke. “How long are you going to be here this time?”

“I’ve got three days of leave before I have to return to base.”

“Awww,” Luke whined as Bo set him down. “Why can’t you stay longer, Auntie?”

“I’ve got people to save, kiddo.” She didn’t want him knowing just what she was doing when she wasn’t on world. At least not while he was this young. She knew her sister would frown at the consideration that she wanted to tell him of violence. Best not to let her know that she was planning on buying him a dagger for his birthday this year. She got one when she was this young from her parents, so it wouldn’t hurt to get him one as well.

He pouted but hurried into the cave where he lived. Obi-Wan smiled at Bo, clapping a hand on her shoulder.

“I’m glad to see you in one piece, Bo-Katan.” He smiled “Perhaps once Luke goes down for the night, you can tell us about what you’ve been doing and the progress on Mandalore.”

“Of course,” She promised as she followed them inside. On the table was already a full meal prepared. She was still not used to someone preparing a meal like this for her. She typically made herself something quick and easy, or just resorted to eating rations to get buy. A real home cooked meal like this was rare for her. Not that she was complaining necessarily, and she knew Satine had become a relatively good chef in the time since they were younger.

They all took their seats at the table, Luke making sure to sit next to Bo. She knew how much the kid missed her and she had to admit, she missed him too. It killed her to be off world more and more, finding less chances to come back and visit her family. At least for now, this was the way it was going to have to be.

“Is Korkie gonna come visit us anytime soon?” Luke asked, and Bo sighed. She looked over at Satine, who was pointedly not looking at her anymore, but she knew she was listening. Satine had still been keeping Korkie’s true identity a secret, but she always worried about the state of her son now that he had joined the Nite Owls in their fight to reclaim Mandalore.

“He wanted to join me this time, but he went on a supply run and won’t be back on base for another few days.”

“Oh…” Luke pouted as he took a bite of his food, before launching into a description of what he had been up to for so long since she had come to visit. The story was disjointed, but Bo could keep up fairly well. She listened to his story, smiling to herself as he went. She caught that he was making friends with some of the other kids, though always under the watchful eye of Satine when they went out. They had been to Mos Eisley a little bit more frequently, but lost what they did there in his rapid talking.

“Luke, you need to not talk with your mouth full,” Satine chided him, and at least he had the chance to look a little sheepish as he stopped talking briefly to eat a few bites.

“Sorry, Mamma.” He said, and Bo could see that same stunned face she made every time Luke called her that. She knew that Satine and Obi-Wan had told Luke the story of his birth parents, of Anakin and Padme and all they had accomplished. She had almost expected Luke to stop calling them mamma and papa after that, but the affection of them as his parents remained.

She knew anything different would tear Satine’s heart apart.

“Let the kid talk, Satine, I’m here so infrequently. I want to hear his stories.”

Luke beamed and launched into another story, this one about his recent love of reading some of his mamma’s old books. Bo had been bringing Satine some old Mandalorian children’s tales that Satine would find appropriate to read for Luke so he could learn. She knew there wasn’t much she could do for Obi-Wan’s past, but had found books that he would approve of for him to read to Luke as well.

They had been trying to get him to learn Basic and Mando’a, and possibly Huttese as well though neither were fluent in that.

But it was a connection to his father nonetheless.

As dinner wound down, they retired to a seating area to continue talking. Bo had taken up a seat on the couch with Luke and was playing with his starfighter toys, engaged in a playful fight as Satine sat comfortably on Obi-Wan’s lap as she watched her sister interact with Luke.

Paying attention to this caused her to notice just how Bo’s movements started to become sluggish. Her eyelids lowered as Bo let the starfighter drop to her side.

“Auntie?”

Bo’s eyes opened briefly, and she looked over at her nephew.

“I’m sorry, kiddo.” She ruffled his hair, and picked the toy up to continue playing with him once again.

As they played, and eventually just sat as Bo started to read one of the books she brought for him. She felt Luke grow heavy against her and she smiled, her eyelids lowering as well. Her arm wrapped around Luke’s shoulder and her head slowly fell to rest against the armrest of what she was sitting on. It wasn’t long before both of them started to fall asleep.

Satine looked over at the couch and gently nudged her husband to look at them.

“Obi, look.” Satine’s voice was soft to try and keep from waking Bo by mistake. “She’s actually sleeping.”

“Forgive me, darling, but I would assume Bo-Katan would sleep, it is quite late.”

“Obi, in the years my sister has come to visit us, how frequently would you say she came to sleep?” When silence greeted her, she continued. “When she doesn’t feel safe, Bo won’t sleep. She knows she has nightmares, and knows they’re more common when she doesn’t feel safe, so she won’t sleep. The fact that she’s willingly fallen asleep means she’s finally starting to feel safe while she’s here.”

Satine looked once again at Bo, who seemed so much younger now that she was asleep. The stress had melted away on her face. While she knew that they were twins, Bo had been graced with a younger face, so she always reminded Satine of when they were children and Bo would fall asleep next to her.

Finally, her sister felt safe enough in the same place as her where she would willingly sleep like this.

The thought brought tears to her eyes, and she felt her heart warm.

“Should we carry them to bed?” Obi-Wan finally spoke up once again “I don’t want them to get a crick in their necks.”

“Don’t worry about it, Obi.” Satine reassured him. “Bo used to be able to sleep pretty much anywhere once she was comfortable. Besides, I don’t think she will be able to fall asleep once again if we accidentally wake her. Let them sleep. Luke will be happy to sleep close to his aunt since Bo is so rarely here.”

“I’ll get them a blanket.” He said as he went to the spare bedroom that Bo never used. In the meantime, Satine got up and went to brush her sister’s hair out of her face.

“I love you, Bo’ika. I’m so happy to see you finally feeling comfortable here. This is your home too and we will keep you safe so you can always get a full night’s rest while you are here.”