#i also HC she wore her hair down here because she had a feeling she and gale woulf smash

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How many Tavs have you created and why have they all romanced Gale? 😏

A LOT. When I first got the game they didn't have the option to change your character's appearance via the mirror and I actually started over at one point even though I was all the way in act 2 because I decided I didn't like her hair anymore. Then I made it to act 3 with a rogue half wood elf before starting over as a rogue half drow and realized I like that specific origin better and found "my character." With her I made it to act 3...started to realize I didn't like playing as a rogue, found out monks were "OP" as per reddit...so I started over as a monk and found I love punching people <3

I still haven't finished...that's my goal before I start over, lol. (though I did roll out a full drow sorcerer to try Astarion's romance, and I think the only way I finish a playthrough where I don't romance Gale is if I play it in tandem with my other playthrough, LOL.)

Anyway Roselle is my main girl, my love. She acts. She has mommy issues. She cried when Gale mentioned the name "Tara" and then cried again (albeit in happiness) when she found out Tara was a cat.

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also being a julien girl and being pretty girly i loveeeeeeee the idea of julien w feminine artist!gf ☺️☺️ i think a hc would be super cute talking abt clothes/makeup/hair/body language/music and overall adoration julien and her girly!gf have for each other:)))

where’s my cig i need a gf badly 😔🚬

as a fellow julien and feminine artsy girl, i had waaay too much fun brainstorming for this idea. i will say though that i didn’t really touch on the body language/music part just cause i don’t think being more feminine or masculine can truly determine those things so i didn’t know what to write for those. but here’s some headcanons i stirred up (: RPF UNDER THE CUT

jb x feminine artist!gf hcs

okay so we know that one of the many forms of art artist!gf partakes in is makeup. and i said it when i was responding to an ask, but i’ll reiterate that artist!gf puts in just as much patience and effort into her makeup as she does when she picks up a literal painting canvas

and julien doesn’t really have a lot of experience in the visual arts other than drawing, which she does do sporadically. but she does lack experience in the cosmetic department, not that it interests her a lot.

but she absolutely loves how you take your time doing your makeup. especially when you two are going out because all she needs is ten minutes MAXIMUM to get ready and then she gets to sit down on the toilet seat in your shared bathroom where you’re doing your makeup and just watch you in admiration

but she does hate when you try and leave her by herself to start getting ready HOURS before you guys even have to leave

“where’re you goin’, baby?” she asks when you get up from your spot on the couch next to her

“i’ve gotta get ready.” you reply, giggling at julien because she uses a frown and her big brown (👶🐮) eyes as an offering in hopes that you’ll stay with her a little longer

“we got a couple hours,” and now she’s scooting on the couch to reach where you’re standing before she gently grabs your hand, rubbing and kissing your knuckles, “you can give me just a couple more minutes. .?”

she inevitably ends up winning you over, and when you do leave to get ready, she just follows you

and on the days where she’s tired and she feels like staying at home and having a lazy day but you two made plans with friends prior to that day and it’s too late to back out, she’s extra clingy. once she quickly finishes getting ready, she’s walking into your shared bathroom, lazily wrapping her arms around your waist and resting her head on your back while you’re literally in the middle of doing your makeup. so now you’re incredibly stiff because you’re unable to lean forward to look into the mirror but you put up with it for her.

doing your hair is a whole other story. it can either take you thirty minutes or an hour depending on the day and what you decide to do with it (curl it, straighten it, etc)

but julien actually loves the anticipation of how you’ll wear your hair when you go out (bonus: especially if your hair’s naturally curly and you decided to wear it natural, she’s like ☹️☹️☹️, and if she’s seen baby photos of you with your natural hair, she probably just wants to tackle you lovingly and kiss all over your face)

but she just whole-heartedly loves your hair and it doesn’t matter what hair-type you have. like if your hair’s straight? she loves how it’s so soft and easy for her fingers to glide through. if your hair’s curly? she loves getting to play with the springy curls. and if it were anyone else, you’d scorn them for making your curls lose definition. but when it’s her? your perspective completely changes.

another thing is that she always has your banana clips and scrunchies in her car. so if you last minute decide that you wanna put your hair up, all you gotta do is open the glove compartment and there’s a variety for you to choose from

she’d also keep one of your scrunchies around her wrist when you guys go out in case you wore your hair down and changed your mind throughout the night. or maybe you didn’t wanna use it at that exact moment but you didn’t want the scrunchie on your wrist to ruin your outfit so she’ll wear it for you (lucy and phoebe always snap the scrunchie on her wrist to tease her)

speaking of outfits, you and julien’s fashion styles are completely different

julien’s day-to-day style consists of graphic-tees, plain colored t-shirts, skinny jeans or dickies, and a pair of converse or really any tennis shoes. your day-to-day style consists of babydoll crop tops/tees, washed low-rise jeans, and a pair of sambas.

but i think that occasionally you’d both incorporate the other’s style into your own. like when julien wore that sparkly mesh black crop top when she sung phoebe’s verse in silk chiffon, that was definitely yours. and there’ve been days where you spot a graphic tee in julien’s closet that you know you’re capable of styling in a way that’s suiting to you. and when julien sees you wearing her clothes, she 100% teases you about where you got them from knowing damn well she’s fuzzy on the inside just seeing you wear her things

random (but non-random) bonus: seeing as though she’s always with you when you’re getting ready, she’s picked up on a lot of makeup terminology and what most products do. so when you told her that setting spray makes your makeup last through EVERYTHING, she’ll leave it to herself to be the tester of that. cause is it really 100 wet kisses-proof?

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Abigail Roberts A-Z Alphabet Fluff Prompt

Rest of letters here. T: Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, and gifts?)

We see in the epilogue that Abigail definitely tries to make things special for John sometimes. She'll buy him a new shirt, she'll make his favorite food, she seems to decorate the place extra nice and genuinely just wants to spend time with him. For Jack, she wants each birthday to be as special as possible since she feels she can't give him much. She'll make cinnamon rolls or French toast in the morning. She always saves money to buy him a new book or takes him to the bookstore, bakes a cake, and gives him the few gifts she and John could buy or make him. She'll try to buy something affordable from the catalog, with John giving suggestions on what he THINKS Jack might like……..it doesn't always work, but he tries. In the modern au, she'll take him to an arcade with his friends. (YES, THEY EXIST STILL.) That, or the movies and some restaurant.

Needless to say, she puts a lot of time and effort into dates, anniversaries, and gifts. 

U: Ugly (What would be a bad habit of theirs?)She worries and paces so much I bet she could make a mark on a wooden floor. I'd also say maybe checking in on people too much. Some people like Jack and John think it's bossy and nosy, but she's trying to help for the most part. If it's Jack or John………or Uncle, she's trying to make sure they're behaving.. On a lesser scale, she either seems to have great posture or really bad posture, no in between, it seems. Finally, her squinting at the sun really damages her eyes, causing her pain.

V: Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

She knows she's beautiful, but she doesn't bother putting much effort into her looks. In Canon, she wears the same outfit for years. She also wears a simple bun and a braid at night. She could be curling her hair or wearing it up like the other ladies, but she doesn't. I thought she wore the lightest makeup, but I don't believe it at the end of the day, and she wouldn't waste the little money she had on it. Modern Au is just as beautiful but doesn't spend a lot of time on her looks, either. She wears her hair naturally. Mostly in a bun or braid, but she is more likely to wear it down here. She wears light makeup. Eyeshadow, eyeliner, lipstick and foundation. She goes for a more natural look, but red lipstick looks stunning. She doesn't bother with beauty trends, just what she feels comfortable with. She is also less fashionable than Molly. She cares about being comfortable and "age-appropriate." Meaning she doesn't dress like a "mom," but she's not wild either.

W: Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Abigail learned this lesson after all the hell she was put through with John. Her heart felt incomplete, but she never would admit it, even when L.H. Arthur would point it out. She resigned herself to being alone. She felt no one would ever love a single mother, especially one with her past. She had given up on love. Could she be pulled out of that mindset? Yes, but it would take someone very special. IMHO, a woman would have better luck with this. (Granted, women can be super judgmental.)   Xtra (A random headcanon for them)  This was posted in a seperate link because the HC I picked needed some explaining. Y - There was not a Y for the list.

Z: Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Abigail hates sleeping on her back anymore. Sleeping outside on the ground for so many years has really messed with her back. She's a side sleeper now, but she sometimes rolls onto her back anyway.

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Curtwen hc time! Bc we always need some more of these. (And strap in theres a few—)

First things first, i ADORE your last hc with Curt finding out about Owen first. I love the lines of dialogue beforehand between the two of them so SO much. I like that Owen would be like "stop tickling!" rather than "stop tickling ME", makes him sound more british.

Alr here are my thoughts:

Curt obviously spends a lot of time on his hair to keep it ✨️perfect✨️, but actually so does Owen. Owen uses a lot of product to keep his longer hair silky and soft, while Curt uses product specifically for looks. SO Owen loves that when theyre making out his hair ends up all up in Curt's face. Curts squinting and squirming and like "Owehehen- use a hair tie!" and Owens like "I literally just washed my hair, I'm not going to ruin it now-" so Curt has to suffer through giggles.

I will always and forever adore Barb being unwillingly involved in the boys' lil games, SO— Curt keeps asking and asking Barb to buildnhim somrthing that'll help him get revenge on Owen, but he never specifies what he wants the invention to do. So Barb's like "Mega, if you cant tell me what you want the invention to DO, i cant make one for you!!" and Curt tries to explain it in the vaguest way possible so that 1) she doesnt think he only wants it for himself and 2) itll still do what he wants it to do. And wventually when she connects the dots she teases the hell outta him. Curt makes excuses about the 'bad guys' bring thrown offguard or itd be helpful in interrogations, but Barb says "no one would ever use tickling in an interrogation, Mega" and Curt doesnt have the willpower or pride to correct her.

Owen has ticklish arms. There i said it. He wore a tak top while he and Curt were cuddling, and Curt just traced lines up and down the soft skin of his inner/outer arm. He tries SO FREAKING HARD not to tense his muscles because he knows as soon as he does Curt will notice. So hes just like "Curt could you cut it out? You're nails are itching me." and tries to move out of the way. But Curt senses somethings up and prods him (figuratively and literally) about it until he spills. Owen's laughter from soft tickles is so much different from when he's "getting wreckt". Its very breathy and soft, and he covers his face with the back of his hand to hide himself, but doesnt actively lean away from the feeling. Curt gets heart-eyes and immediately wants to hear more. Owen's throwing insults at him to stop, but he just lays there giggling into the side of the couch.

Finally, LETS👏TALK👏ABOUT👏CURT'S👏TICKLISH👏EARS👏. Our canon. Our bread and butter. Curt originally hates wearing earpieces because Barb hadn't perfected the technology yet and it always buzzed. He got yelled at because one time on a very important mission in Budapest Curt was losing his gd mind with how tingly his ear was feeling and he had to take it off. When Barb couldn't get ahold of him, she knew she'd give him an earfull later. Curt also has issues with Owen. Now, Owen loves Curt's ears. He thinks theyre a cute shape and he loves that theyre so sensitive. Owen adores tracing them and pecking them. Depending on the day, Curt wil either get major goosebumps from Owen, or lose his shiy immediately as he did in the famous interrogation scene. Owen always keeps an ostrich feather in his coat pocket. He rarely uses it, but he likes that Curt knows its always there. Its like its watching him 👀

THAT is all i have, i know it is alot but i am obsessed w these two and i just aAA-

AAAAAAAAA THESE ARE SO FUCKING CUTE I’M DYING I NEED CPR STAT!!! These two are gonna kill me, they’re such fucking dorks I love them I love them I love them! & I love that it makes him sound more British, I didn’t even think of that but now that you pointed it out I can’t stop seeing it!

I absolutely LOVE the difference in hair care between the 2 because they both obsess over their hair in different ways. Curt will style & gel his hair before he even thinks about stepping out the door because he’s always gotta look his best. Meanwhile Owen takes fucking forever after his shower brushing it & putting products in it to help it grow, heal split ends, make it soft, literally the works. Curt’s always like what the hell takes you so long??? & Owen’s just like “you have your hair routine, I have mine”

But it makes his hair so silky smooth & soft & it’s the perfect length to brush against Curt’s neck & ears when they cuddle or make out & it makes him so blushy & giggly because wtf hair shouldn’t tickle! But Owen absolutely loves the fact that he doesn’t even have to use his hands to get him laughing

On a related note, his stubble is the bane of Curt’s existence, it should be illegal

& omg Barb is constantly flipping between extremely amused & very annoyed, these boys never give her a fucking break! She’s so patient with Curt trying to find out what the fuck he actually wants from her, but he won’t stop beating around the bush & is being vague af. So she’s just like “damn if you can’t even say it you can’t be trusted with it” & then he tries to make more of an effort to actually describe what it is he’s looking for & she just gets more amused by the second. & when she says no one would use that in an interrogation he like mumbles under his breath something like “well Owen did” or “must be an MI6 thing” & he’s just being classic sassy Curt but she hears what he said & is like wait a fucking second. “Curt you can’t be serious. Agent Carvour is a professional” & he’s getting flustered & huffy & just goes “yeah, a professional pain in my ass. So can you make it or what?” She has it ready for him by lunch the next day & demands a “full report” on the device’s performance. She even had a sticky note with it that just says “give him hell ;)”

FMVRMAGELW I AM FOAMING AT THE MOUTH RN! TICKLISH ARMS ARE SO UNDERRATED! Sorry for yelling but this really has me in a chokehold. Owen is pretty averagely ticklish in all the normal spots, but I like to imagine he’s a lot more sensitive in harder to reach or more unconventional spots like his arms. Light touches here drive him up the fucking wall ok, he cannot take it whatsoever. Immediately breaks down in a fit of giggles. He tries to hold out, but breathy snickers always force their way out as he squirms around trying to suppress his wide dopey ass grin. Curt thinks it’s the cutest fucking thing he’s ever seen in his life, & he’s right. His forearms are pretty bad & he can’t help but twitch away with a huff of laughter when Curt brushes over the skin there. But his biceps? That’s a good way to kill him. Light tickles there will have him in shrill hysterics & squeezing the muscle will draw out full on belly laughs. Owen didn’t even know he was ticklish there until Curt, & so he was really trying to hide the spot from the both of them. Because what a stupid fucking spot to be ticklish, he did not need to know how sensitive that spot was & he really didn’t need Curt to find out either. But he can’t lie to him, so they went in a little journey of discovery together

Bro we’re so damn lucky that we got canon ticklish!Curt I literally couldn’t believe it! & on his ears no less, like that is legit one of my favorite spots! It’s just so sweet & cute & the way people giggle & scrunch their neck for protection is so kxganssmabfi & that’s his literal introduction to the show!!! Like he legit goes from suave spy who never cracks under pressure to cutest giggly dork in the world in seconds flat! Like wtf they can’t do that to me! But I fucking LOVE how he can’t handle the ear piece because he’s too sensitive there & he just straight up ditches it! & when they ask him about it he’s all dodgy & embarrassed & not giving a straight answer until Cynthia threatens not to pay him for the assignment if he can’t answer her & he just blurts it out, blushing so much & Cynthia just scoffs like “Jesus Mega, that’s it? Why didn’t you just say so, no need to make such a big fucking deal out of it” & he’s so shocked because he honestly expected a lecture about how a spy shouldn’t be ticklish, but she was cool with it??? & she can kinda sense what he’s thinking so she says “look, we’re all human, I get it. I’ll get Barb to make some adjustments” & he thinks that’s the end of it but now she just uses it to tease the shit out of him when he’s least expecting it

His ears are Owen’s absolute favorite spot because Curt is soooo cute & giggly when he tickles him there & it’s one of his worst spots, & he’s a bit of a masochist & likes to bully his boyfriend. & I’m fucking dying thinking about him carrying around that feather all the time “just in case” like just imagine the first time Curt stumbles upon it! Maybe he’s looking for something in his pocket or grabbing his jacket for him & he just freezes & turns completely red. & he pulls it out & looks at Owen like “what the fuck is this???” & Owen looks up & smirks like “well you should know what that is” all smug & shit & he fucking has the audacity to wink at him. He knows exactly what he’s doing, & Curt really can’t handle it

Also worth noting: this is one of the top pics that comes up when you google Owen Carvour

I love them so very much, if you couldn’t tell

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BRUH no one is choosing the arch squad this hilarious

23 notes - Posted October 27, 2022

#4

ok ok ok ok ok soooooo i cannot, i repeat, i cannot keep this inside anymore

rambheem have defeated scott and now have gone their separate ways fighting their separate battles but ofc they think about each other frequently.

what if what if now that bheem can write and read he starts letter writing. and the first letter he sends is to ram. (neither of them have realised their feelings for each other here yet). ram is overjoyed the moment he reads the letter and writes another back.

and slowly this becomes a routine of theirs (there can also be the OT3 ramxsitaxbheem 👀👀) and they start to fall in love. and because they are oblivious (yes i hc sita as a really clever and kind person who can do everything and anything except when it comes to love ) and they have some violent reactions to this.

so far i only have this but feel?free to add on!

just gonna tag a few ppl: @lil-stark @cobbledstone @raindrops-on--roses @rambheem-is-real @thewinchestergirl1208

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we thought vegaspete would be the couple with communication issues and a whole lot of sex but oh what a surprise

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JennySita Fic

I went a bit crazy today and I guess, here you go, the word vomit.

"Love is the aiiiiiiirr," Sita sang as she smirked at Bheem from her study table.

"Oh my god," Bheem groaned. "I already told you, I don't like him that much."

"Sure, Bheem," Sita said, still smirking.

Bheem groaned. It was a mistake to tell his best friend about his crush on the hot senior.

"Fuck you, Sita," Bheem said as he lifted himself off from the bed and walked out of her room.

Sita sighed in relief. If her best friend started moping, he didn't stop. It had happened with his ex-partners and it was probably going to happen with this guy, whose name he hadn't given.

She went back to studying. She had better things to do than look after her wreck of a best friend.

"Hey," Bheem popped his his head into the room.

"What now?" Sita asked without looking up.

"Jenny's here," Bheem said and Sita swore she could hear the smugness in his voice thatlittle-

"Tell her I'll be there in a minute," Sita said.

"'Kay," Bheem said and went back into the hall. Sita closed the door after him.

God.

She placed a hand on her heart. She groaned as she felt it racing. She wondered how Jenny looked. Did she wear that baby blue shirt with that white jean skirt? Sita was going to die if she wore that, oh god. Spot dead, no blood, brain hemorrhage. She looked so cute in that.

Focus, Sita. Focus.

She looked at herself in the mirror. She..... looked like she was at home. And, she was! No need to feel like a greasy gremlin in her own house.

Well, it was rented but...still.

Her hair was not looking too bad for someone who had run their hands through it one too many times. She smoothed it out with her comb.

After she calmed down a bit, she went outside. Jenny and Bheem were talking with glasses of Slice in their hands. For Sita's sake, Jenny was not wearing anything too cute, just a shirt and jeans.

Jenny noticed her first. "Oh, Sita!" she exclaimed with a smile.

Sita was never going to live from the starting, was she?

Jenny hugged her and Sita was immediately engulfed by the scent of lavender. She hugged Jenny back, and maybe, just maybe, she was hugging for a bit too long. Being in Jenny's arms cured her of every anxiety that was there.

"Shall we go?" Jenny asked after they let go of each other.

Were Jenny's cheeks red or was she imagining it?

It was Jenny's perplexed expression that brought Sita back. "Oh. Um, where?"

Jenny tilted her head, quirking her eyebrow. "You said you'd come with me for ice cream and fast food today, remember?" she said.

Realisation dawned on her. "Oh. Right," Sita said. "I'll be back in a minute. I'm so sorry!"

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Sis! I’m here to uno reverse you because I need to know how did Lana feel after the Miami kiss and what happened the next morning 👀 Love you ❤️

sis thank you SO much for uno reversing me because i have a LOT of thoughts about this & they’re all extremely messy ❤️

so basically, post the rejection LOGICALLY miss brooks understands his stance and she sees the validity of his point. however, EMOTIONALLY? that girl is a wreck the way she just realized that she had feelings for ethan right before they kissed and now this?? 💀 also she’s definitely slightly toxic for this but she’d rather be the one doing the rejecting than being rejected because that lack of control is TERRIFYING so miss girl is not doing too well!!

ALSO in my hc there’s no partition, no seperate rooms it’s literally just them in a single room with lana on the king size bed and ethan on the twin bed that he demanded requested from the staff so it’s very much awkward. they both get into their nightwear and are laying in the same room not talking, slowly dying on the inside. and then lana is like fuck this and she gets off the bed and opens her suitcase, changes into a cute lil crop & some pants and is about to head out and ethan is SO confused and despite his better judgement he asks ‘where are you going?’ and she says ‘out.’ and then proceeds to walk out the door.

she goes to the pool bar that the fancy hotel has, fully ready to take advantage of its amenities. she’s one drink down when a stranger sidles up next to her ordering a scotch, on the rocks. the last bit catches her attention - ‘ice sullies the flavor you know.’ but he simply smirks and says ‘not necessarily a bad thing.’ it catches her attention, catches off her guard. his eyes are brown, not blue. his demeanor is warm, welcoming & so far removed from the man she’s trying to get off her mind. so they start talking…. and talking ….. until he says ‘i have a room here’ he says, the implication clear as the crystalline waves lulling against the shore. against her better judgment, she follows suit. she doesn’t exactly have the healthiest coping mechanisms. as soon as they’re in, he pushes her against the door— lips molding against hers in a way that feels all wrong— his hair is longer, his stubble rougher, his—- it’s wrong. it’s all wrong. she pushes him away, telling him she can’t do this, his queries ignored as she rushes out the door and back to her own room. ethan is still awake when she gets back, confusion and relief colliding as she gets into bed without a word.

when he wakes up the next day, she’s not there. he keeps missing her all day— almost as if she’s avoiding him (spoiler alert: she definitely is :)) under the guise of professionalism, he asks ines & zaid if they’ve seen lana and they point him to a conference — and she’s there alright. but she doesn’t say a word to him, his attempts at conversation stiff and forced and formal, so unlike the ethan and lana from before. the plane ride back is filled with a similar silence — both of them avoiding the other like the goddamn plague.

this is the outfit she wore to the bar btw (and the outfit that inspired this essay length answer oops)

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Moments in-between

Description: HC's of aot characters that are all kinda madly in love with y/n, if only just in different ways. Aspects of Modern au.

Character(s): Eren, Mikasa, Armin, Jean, Marco, Sasha, Connie, Historia, Ymir, Annie, Reiner, Bertholdt, Levi, Erwin, Hanje

POV: 2nd, 3rd

Warning(s):

A/n: I know I said that I was ending my aot works but after the last episode's intense trauma I need some home groan therapy. Also please don't make fun of me for misspelling both Bertolt and Hange's names continually. Enjoy

Word Count: x

Song: lmao listen to everywhere I go by Hollywood undead.

*none of the gifs used are mine, full credit goes to the maker.

Y/n invites the AOT gang to a party.

You looked around for your friends, having foolish lost track of the chaotic group after you paused to hang your coat up. You warned them all to remain close, these college parties tended to get a little wild for your liking, but of course, they were all too stubborn.

"Hey you! I already said that we weren't playing Lady Gaga here!" Your ears prickled, and you turned, seeing Hanje at the DJ's box. You quirked a brow but made a mental note of where she was for later.

You moved on, searching for the rest of your friends. You opened the door to a bathroom, finding several girls hunched over, puking into the toilet, sink, and tub. Erwin was standing in the midst of the chaos, holding their hair as they drunkenly emptied their guts.

"Erwin? We've been here five minutes!" Erwin looked up at your newfound appearance. "Y/n! Quick, I think something in their drinks made them sick, you need to warn the other people at this party!" You met his blue eyes, "What?" He made a motion with his right hand, accidentally tugging on a girl's hair and bobbing her head. "Hey!" She squeaked before puking again. "Hurry, Y/l/n! They may not have much time left."

You rolled your eyes. "Erwin, they're drunk, not suffering from food poisoning." He looked down at the girls. "Really?" You sighed.

Later, you came upon Levi, who had been keeping a practiced eye on Hanje and other various members of your friend group. He had designated himself the designated driver of the group, which was admirable but you made sure not too drink too much either, knowing that there was no way Levi could possibly deal with all of you being wasted.

Reiner had challenged Annie to a drinking game, and was in the midst of losing miserably, whilst Bertholdt silently cleaned up the mess that Reiner and Annie created with their squashed beer cans.

You also found ymir and Historia cheerfully dancing to Poker face, and you marveled at the way the two seemed to be in their own world. You smiled, at the red that dusted ymir's cheeks and at Historia's hand on her cheek. A crash from the kitchen behind you caused you to cringe and jump slightly, before you rushed in.

Not unsurprisingly you found Connie and Sasha at the epicenter of the chaos. Neither were drunk but both were still idiots. A broken dish and what had been cheese fries was on the floor at their feet. "Hey! What'd I say about getting into their food?" You pointed threateningly at the duo. "If we do it don't get caught?" Sasha had a fry in her mouth and big eyes. "Clean this up, I'll go get Levi." "Oh, no don't get Levi!" Connie whined, waving his hands dramatically. "I'm getting him!"

Marco and Armin had found a old monopoly game and had sat down to play it in the dinning room of the house. You found it especially funny at the amount of girls the two had unwittingly attracted, who sat down to play with them.

"Y/n!" You perked up and turned, careful to not spill your drink. Jean smiled at you, his eyes the tiniest bit lidded. "Care for a dance?" You had actually been expecting this, since Jean's flirtiness doubled with the mix of alcohol. "You look hot, y/n!" He gently wrapped his hands around you as the two of you slid onto the dance floor. You laughed, enjoying Jean's wild dance moves. Finally he popped into a Russian dig, "hype me up best friend!" He called, and you whooped until he ran right into Eren.

"You drunk idiot! Hello, Y/n!" Eren glared at Jean, but smiled at you. "Look at this drink I made! It was clear but now it's brown!" Before you could respond, Jean hopped up. "y/n doesn't care about your shit drink!" You sighed as the two began arguing, which slowly developed into a tense dance battle between the two men.

Mikasa had been with Eren, you guessed most likely protectively watching over him. She watched with you, before you smirked and outstretched your hand. Mikasa took it, a blush creeping onto her cheeks.

In the soft glow of a living room, you and Mikasa danced together to an old 80's tune, the rest of your friends giving elsewhere. It was a nice party.

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Y/n wears a skimpy outfit

You smiled at yourself in the mirror, tugging gently on your new top. Oftentimes you found it hard to truly appreciate your body, but the corseted top made you feel like a definite hot girl. You wore long black shoes, tight leather pants, dark jewelry. You just looked ready to step on some bitches.

You exited your room, and grabbed your purse, ready to head out with your girls. Eren was sitting on your coach, playing some video game. "Hey we'll be heading out soon so I left some numbers to order pizza for when you get hungry." You turned, digging in your purse for your keys. "Y/n, I'm not a child! I can take care of- holy shit, y/n!" You turned, Eren had dropped his controller, no longer focused on his game. "You can't go out like that! There are men out there!" You smiled and pulled out ur taser, flashing it a couple times. "I know."

Mikasa exited her room from the same hall, entering the living room. "Y/n, you look nice." You smiled and put your taser up. "thanks Mikasa!" "Wait, Mikasa you're going out too?" Eren stood up. "it's girls night out, Eren." You rolled your eyes. "but I wanna go too!" Mikasa opened her mouth but you beat her to it. "No."

The front door opened and Armin entered, his blonde hair flittering in his eyes. "Hey; Eren, Mikasa, and..." A blush erupted onto his cheeks. "Y/n!" His blues casted panicked glances around the room as if he wasn't sure he should make direct eye contact with you.

Eren pointed to his flustered friend. "See!" Again you rolled your eyes. "You look v-very nice, y/n." Armin mumbled before he sat down. "Thanks, sweetie." Armin's face reddened.

Suddenly the front door to the apartment flung open, allowing Jean, Marco, and Connie to enter. They were in the midst of conversation, laughing at a joke Connie had said. "Hey bitch-" Jean's words caught somewhere in the back of his throat as he saw you. His cheeks erupted into fire and he stopped, causing Connie and Marco to slam into him. "Hey!" Connie looked past Jean's frozen position, and smiled knowingly. "Bark, Bark, Bark! Y/n you look a sexy grim reaper!" Jean blinked as you laughed. Connie slid past Jean and made his way to the kitchen, giving the others a greeting as he did so.

Marco smiled at your outfit. "You look so pretty y/n!" Your cheeks were beginning to hurt from happiness and you wondered if you should wear this stuff more often and not just in your dreams. Jean seemed to snap out of it. "You...you...nice, y/n." He managed to get out, not right before Eren made fun of his stuttering.

Sasha exited her room, and to the delight of everyone gave a twirl in her little dress. "y/n! You look very nice!" She may or not have said whilst grabbing your boob. Historia admitted to helping you pick out the fit, and ymir made everyone thank her for her service.

"you should wear this more often, y/n. Or at least less more often." Annie nudged you from behind. You were amazed at her sauveness but also the blush that dusted the tips of her ears.

Reiner and Bertholdt came through the fire escape (because Reiner has been on a "parkour!" Kick recently. But Reiner made sure to call you hot, (effectively pissing off both Jean and Eren.) And Bertholdt simply blushed, quickly agreeing with Reiner.

Finally Hanje, Erwin, and Levi arrived, Levi bringing leftovers from his tea shop. Hanje had squealed and called you "hot!" Erwin was certain you were only wearing a bra and refused to look at you, whilst Levi couldn't take his eyes off of you, but said nothing all the same.

"Well ladies, I hope you all are ready!" Hanje smirked. "Who's riding with me?"

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Y/n gets a tattoo

"So...what do you think?" You stood in front of Hanje, Annie, and Ymir, your shirt raised to your underboob. Hanje clapped excitedly. "It looks great, y/n!" "I like the view." Annie said dryly. Ymir nodded. "yeah it's nice, just don't show Historia."

"Don't show me what?" Historia entered the living room via the kitchen. Immediately her eyes found your tattoo, and she smiled. "lovely!"

The others found the tattoo under different circumstances however.

Sasha had known first, since she went with you to get it originally, having helped you pick out the design. By that I mean, she mainly just agreed with whatever you said but helped you out none the less. Mikasa found out before you were training together, (she thought it looked cool).

Eren found out because he walked in on you in the shower. "Shit! Wait is that a tattoo!?" He would've told you he liked it had you not kicked the shit out of him and lectured him about coming over to your apartment constantly, blah, blah, blah.

Armin found out because you showed him, (and he promptly died a bit) but he also really liked it and you invited him to come get another one with you some time. Maybe, just maybe you had a weak spot for the blonde.

Jean and Connie found out because you sent Marco a snap of it, and they looked at it from over his shoulder. Connie laughed at Jean's sharp in take of breathe and Jean tackled Connie. Meanwhile as they fought in the background Marco sent you a video snap of his response.

Reiner found out via a training session, much like Mikasa. "Why, y/n I never knew what a sly devil you could be!"

Bertholdt knew because Reiner made sure to describe it to him in great detail, knowing that the tall fellow would get flustered.

Erwin was probably told at some point but forgot so anytime he sees in you in a bikini or something skimpy he gets his mind blown.

Levi found out because, you may or may not have sent him a snap (with much different intentions then the one you had sent Marco.) Levi thought it was badass, though.

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Y/n kisses the AOT gang

Yes, you had kissed each member of the gang. For any of these bitches, they could get it, let's be real.

You had given Eren forehead kisses many a time between he and you. This had been pretty random but regardless, it was something the two of you did often.

You often kissed Armin on the cheek, pinching them together whilst you smushed his face and pulled him in for hugs. Really, you loved Armin.

You kissed Jean on several occasions, partially because you weren't one to refuse an offer from an attractive man and also it was the quickest way to fluster the boy. He has the king of talking the talk but never actually walking the walk.

You give Marco and Connie platonic cheek kisses everytime you see each other. They also give you cheek kisses back. Marco also gives hugs!

You blow Reiner kisses all the time because that's exactly what your friendship is.

You give Bertholdt sweet little cheek kisses and he's always a blushing mess afterwards.

You give Erwin goodbye kisses and he always returns them.

You've made out with Levi. His tongue's been in your mouth. Yes, you kiss.

You give Hanje cheek kisses all the time. You seriously love this woman.

You've made out with Annie too. You also give her kisses on her neck just to hear her giggle.

You and ymir don't usually kiss, but you and Historia kiss each other's cheek.

You've kissed Sasha smack on the lips before, and you two cuddle all da time.

You give Mikasa forehead kisses because touch isn't necessarily her love language but you know when she needs it.

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Y/n gets into a fight

You don't get in trouble, like ever. You're reliable, kind, level headed. However sometimes you come across a Titan of an issue and need your friends to rally behind you.

Historia will get into an argument for you, but she isn't scary at all, nor is she very powerful when it comes to muscle might.

Mikasa will kill a bitch for you. Straight up. She may not always show it outright but she loves you.

Ymir would video tape the ass whooping of whoever dares to cross you until they tried to come after Historia. Then she's seeing red.

Annie would laugh at whoever is trying to fight you. She won't step into the fray directly until you need her though, she trusts you do take care of it.

Eren doesn't care if they haven't even thrown a punch if they even say a damn thing that he doesn't feel you deserve he will start the fight. He has no self control. He's an aries.

Jean will also fight for you. He'd be a hundred percent more levelheaded about the problem but he won't let you take shit.

Connie will at first be confused and then pull his signature "bruh" face. He'll be the one that takes the phone from Ymir after Historia gets involved.

Sasha will try to protect you the best she can. She doesn't want you hurt so she'll probably grab a spoon as a weapon and charge.

Reiner is just trying to vibe and then suddenly he's pulled into an all out war. Sigh. But at least it's for you.

Hange will find this all very funny, but she'll help out in between snorts.

Erwin will just stand there looking at your antagonist dead in the eye with the slightest raise of his brow. That's the end of it all.

Armin will go all manipulative bestie on however is bothering you.

Levi merely get in between you. He may be short but nothing scare him and he's literally willing to kick some ass if need be.

Bertolt would just take you somewhere else. Yes he's super annoyed and upset at this person, but he has better things to do with his time.

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Y/n gets a dog

To be honest, you'd wanted a pet for a long long time. Living closely with seven other women- and essentially nine men, had made that prospect rather slim, until one day approximately four months ago when you dropped the question.

The response was rather positive, so you carefully crafted a schedule and supplies.

The little puppy had been the runt of the litter, but that didn't bother you one bit (your not so secret infatuation of a certain 5'2" raven haired fellow solidified that.)

You were the first person to arrive home that day, and when you did you hurried to get the house puppified.

Bertolt came by early that day and was the first to see the puppy. At first he wasn't so sure about the little rascal. It seemed so hyper, a little too hyper, actually. But then, it licked him and he fell in love. He actually completely forgot you were even there he was so enthralled.

Levi came by with takeout, and much like Bertolt he wasn't sure about this creature. He'd always been more of a cat person, but even then he wasn't exactly an animal person. Just too messy. But for your sake he pat the pup on the head. (And to both your and bertolt's shock the puppy began to follow Levi around.

Armin loved the puppy. He immediately scooped it up and sang to it. You had never seen the blonde so happy as he cooed over the little Beasty. He raised it up into the air and swung it until Levi yelled at him for waving the animal over the takeout.

Erwin seemed a bit indifferent to the dog, almost as if the animal had just always been there. He did make sure however to share his food with it.

Hange tickled the poor animal savagely, vowing to buy it a sweater for the winter. You told them they didn't have to, but they refused. "What's a godparent for?"

Sasha vowed to help feed it and promised it that she would only buy it the best food possible.

Marco adored the tiny thing. "have you named him yet?" He had asked while lovingly scratching behind it's ears. "he looks like a sugar...or a Coco?"

Connie immediately sat down and started playing with newly named Sugar. "Connie! You're getting Sugar too riled up." Levi warned, but right then Connie was attacked by the tiny pup, and despite the small size of the dog the sheer force almost knocked Connie over. "Tch, idiot."

Jean was the first to take Sugar for a walk and you joined him. Together the two of you laughed at how cute Sugar looked as he bounced around in the grass. You made sure to have Jean clean up after him though, don't worry.

Sugar immediately fell asleep on Eren who threatened anyone that would dare touch or wake up him. Eren was extremely content with this little ball of joy.

Annie wasn't really excited for the puppy but she did promise to train Sugar when it was time, so there's that.

Ymir tried to act similar to Annie but Ymir is a total dog person, and after a bit she scoped up Sugar and put the sleeping pup on her own lap.

Mikasa was just happy everyone else seemed happy. She did sit by ymir though so she could get a few good pats in.

Later that night Historia grabbed the puppy and took him into her room, which she shared with Ymir. Really this puppy wasn't yours, it was everyone's.

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The AOT gang goes to a concert

You pulled into Eren's hand practically dragging him through the crowd. "That's the last time I'm letting you lead us anywhere, Eren!" He groaned behind you. "I thought the sign said Row one, it was an honest mistake!" You shot him a dangerous glare. "It was a sign for the bathroom!"

Finally you met up with your friends, who were all already comfortably seated, waiting for the concert to begin. "Hey guys sorry we're late, we had some...sign trouble."

You and Eren found your seats, "Good news is if anyone wants to know where the bathrooms are.." you elbowed your brunette friend.

When the concert began, it was immediately pretty damn hype. You and Jean clasped hands and danced together, shouting out the lyrics to the first song at the top of your lungs.

At the second song and Sasha took orders for food, and grabbed some grub. As you waited in the unnecessarily long line you pulled her into a hug and took a quick picture.

When you returned you stood by Reiner, but some big headed bastard had moved in front of your spot. So you climbed into Reiner's shoulders and screamed at the stage from your pretty impressive view.

Connie dared you to throw your bra on stage, but didn't actually think you'd do it. His face, and literally everyone around you, was priceless. In fact, you got a round of applause.

Hanje was video tapping about 90% of it, but they often drapped a hand around your shoulders and pulled you into the video, the two of you singing along to the musicians voice.

You and Levi held hands when a soft song came on, him pulling you into his chest at just the right note. You dipped your head into the chin, enjoying the soft thud of his heartbeat against the deep bass of the speakers. It was nice.

You face timed Bertolt, who unfortunately couldn't attend because he had "work". He enjoyed the concert better from that angle anyways.

You and Historia took a ton of pictures! So many! Some weren't even in focus! But you two didn't care!

Marco grabbed his phone light every chance he got and kept accidentally flashing it in people's eyes. He got you like seven times.

Erwin kept complaining that it was too loud, but you literally saw him full on do the sprinkler because he was vibing so hard.

You and Mikasa went to the bathroom together, and you forced her to take a picture with you. You also got lost on the way back but Mikasa helped guide you back. What would you do without her?

When you returned you ran into ymir and Historia dancing together, laughing and giggling. Damn them and their happiness.

After the show you and Armin went and met the people you watched and got a picture with them. They kept referring to Armin as your boyfriend so in the photo he looks like a tomato. He swore you to secrecy.

On the way back to the apartment you switched riders with Hanje so that she could take Eren home and you could just take Annie back to the apartment you shared. The whole way back you just let loose in the car. Annie could be very loud when with people she trusts entirely.

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Y/n flirts with the AOT gang

Unfortunately for you y/n you're not the sad drunk, clumsy drunk, dancer drunk, you're the flirty drunk. I guess there are worse things, though. These are the times when drunk you has flirted with your friends and their reactions.

One time you got blasted at a work party and Eren had to come drive you home. He was shocked at first, but he truly does care about you and is also the most oblivious person ever so he was just like "okay."

Annie was super confused at first, but she actually really liked the attention. She'd never admit that to you though. So she just kinda bumped shoulders with you and almost knocked you down, had she not caught you.

Jean actually almost shit himself your flirting flustered him so bad. But he realized that you were drunk and immediately lifted you up and took you home.

Armin blushed, squeaked, and giggled. He knew you were drunk but he just couldn't help it. He helped you to bed and you fell asleep next to each other.

Sasha took you out to eat immediately after you said you wanted to go on a date with a hot babe like her, because she just needs one reason to go get something to munch on. It helped sober you up and when you puked she held your hair. Besties.

You did have a line though and you never actually flirted with Historia or Ymir but Ymir always took videos of you drunk and Historia always made sure to help you to bed. Those two were your constant watch dogs though when you were having fun.

Reiner "pretends" to go along with your flirting. He really just likes it because your hawt. "oh really? Tell me more about my eyes." He does however makes sure no one messes with you and always makes sure you get home safely.

When you get drunk around Mikasa the Ackerman always just pats you on the head. Sometimes though she makes fun of you.

Whenever you flirt with Connie hes also drunk so he flirts back. The two of you are the most chaotic drunk duo though and always end up breaking shit.

Erwin tells you to stop. "Stop that y/n, it's weird." But he's always blushing when he says that and he acts like a parent. "No, no more tequila!"

Hange will literally just have fun with drunk you. She'd vibe and even give you her glasses.

Marco would think it's really funny, but he'd stick with you for as long as he needs to to make sure you're okay and then he'll take you home.

Levi will look so annoyed and so done but he'll blush and wrap his fingers with yours. Much like Jean, he'll try to take you home as soon as possible. He gets jealous way too easily for this and often he'll stay the night with you.

Bertolt's brain literally melts. Reiner has to drag him away from you. You've broken the poor man.

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They walk in on you changing

Annie- She opened the door and come in without even paying attention, realized you were essentially naked when you squealed. She rolls her eyes, and mutters "look the door next time," but that's a mental image she'll be keeping for a while.

Armin- he doesn't even allow himself a second peak, immediately putting his hand over his eyes. "Oh! I'm so sorry y/n! I-i-yeah!" He practically runs out of there faster than lightening.

Bertolt- He freezes, and you have to push him out. His brain dies and he stands outside your door for several minutes still trying to process.

Connie- he doesn't even notice you, but when you yell at him he simply turns and farts at you.

Eren- "If you were changing why didn't you lock the door?"

Erwin- "I'm sorry I thought this was the bathroom. Did you get a new book shelf?"

Hanje- She comes in, sees that your changing and puts a hand over her eyes, continuing to tell you what she wanted.

Jean- he puts his hands on his hips and smiles, "you knew I was coming, didn't you?"

Levi- he doesn't really care and neither do you (nothing he hasn't seen before) but he doesn't make sure to shut the door and wrap you on the head. "you have a lock, brat, use it."

Marco- opens door. "Whoops." Closes door. "Sorry y/n!"

Mikasa- "hey y/n," just continues.

Sasha had half a donut in her mouth when she walked in on you and then immediately it fell from her mouth when she turned and saw your body. she blinked and quickly bent over, grabbing her donut and covered her eyes, but only partially.

Reiner- "Hey, y/n I- Woah! Nice ra-" you effectively cut him off by throwing a shoe at his face.

Historia- "Oh! Sorry sweetie, you're so pretty, oh my goodness!"

Ymir- after storming in she proclaims, "Historia saw you naked, I have to kill you now."

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They find you crying

We all have those days, and this is when they find you having one.

Ymir found you in the your bedroom, completely bundled in blankets with the lights shut off. She notices that you've been crying because your sniffing loudly, but says nothing about it. "Hey, Y/n, do you have the wifi password?"

She'd leave, but tell Historia, knowing Historia is better suited to check on and deal with helping you. Historia will walk in and raise her hands, in an open hug. You'll wordlessly scootch over and allow her to slide in beside you and gently pull you into her grasp.

Sasha heard you crying and grabbed her comfort snacks, a blanket, and the puppy. All of which she carried into your bedroom. The two of you would sit, eat, and watch some comfort shows. "it's the best medicine!"

Reiner saw your car parked outside the apartments and thought he'd knock on your car window. When he got up to your window though, he noticed the tears that were streaking down your face. He'd immediately climb into the other side of the car, hopping into the passenger seat. You're shocked, having not even noticed him hanging outside your car to begin with. "Uh, Reiner?" "So," he buckles up. "Who did it?"

Mikasa could hear you crying when she was up late at night, (your door had been open a crack.) So she grabbed some ice cream and two spoons, and wordlessly walked into your room. She said nothing and didn't press you for information, and the two of you shared Sasha's favorite ice cream.

Marco witnessed you go full on break down mode after a ROUGH day and immediately gave you the greatest pep talk known to man. You were so amazed at his genuinely kind words you stopped crying, but Marco had become so touched that he had started.

You had actually went to Levi's apartment, and sat with him. He made you tea and listened silently as you told him about what had happened and how sad you felt. He didn't press any advice on you or dry your tears with grandiose words, but he genuinely listened and acknowledged your feelings. Then you cuddled, and it was more than enough.

Jean said something flirty to you and for one reason or another it set you off and tears were aflowing. At first he panicked because he thought he made you cry. When he realized it wasn't him, he gently brought you into him and held you as you cried into his shirt. Finally you looked up at him and he wiggled his eyebrows mischievously, "Would sex make you feel better?"

You called Hanje and told what happened after a particularly rough day, so she and moblit went and grabbed you some takeout and spent the day with you. They even took you to egg the offenders house. Revenge is sweet.

Erwin thought you were sick, so he left after finding you crying in your room, bought you soup, made it and just acted like you were sick. You didn't have the heart to tell him the truth.

Eren saw you crying and then flicked you in the head and promptly left. You were stunned, but also found it funny and confusing, so you stopped crying.

Connie facetimed you and by the end you weren't crying because you were sad, but because Connie's really fucking stupid.

Bertolt noticed you were in your room for a while so he checked on you. He gave you a hug and then asked you very nicely to "stop crying."

Armin literally sat his ass down and stayed with you until the two of you fell asleep. He's a top tier friend who cares deeply about your emotional health so he does everything he can to sort you out. He holds your hand, nods, listens, gives you advice, and agrees with you.

Annie calls you a crybaby but she sits down beside you none the less. She doesn't press nor did she speak. But she wants you to know that's she's here in her own special Annie way.

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A Day at the Zoo (Titan Army)

In which the main 5 Titan Army demigods (Luke, Ethan, Alabaster, Silena, and Chris, take a trip to the zoo. Set in a universe that's kinda canon but also kinda not.

The structure of the zoo is based off of my local zoo because that's what I know. Also, for context I hc Luke to have a fear of snakes. And this wasn't really supposed to be any particular person's POV the whole way through but it kind of ended up being mostly Ethan's, so.

"I don't know why we thought this would be a fun trip," Ethan grumbled as they walked through the front gates of the zoo. "Every time we go anywhere, I always get stuck having to rein in Al and Chris's stupidity."

"Oh, calm down," Silena said. "I'm sure they can behave themselves for one day. Right boys?" She flashed the two trouble makers in question a brilliant pearly white smile. Silena was undeniably the most excited about the zoo trip. She currently wore a sparkly cat ear headband and had her phone out, ready for her usual aesthetic photos and selfies.

Ethan wouldn't pretend he didn't enjoy the zoo under normal circumstances. He liked animals, and he liked reading the facts on the signs about them. However, being here with Alabaster Torrington and Chris Rodriguez was a different matter entirely. It had been decided that Ethan was indisputably the one on the team with the most braincells, or at least the one who most consistently used them. As such, whenever Alabaster and Chris started being their usual idiotic selves, it was Ethan's job to make sure they didn't hurt themselves or anyone else.

"No promises," Chris said, then immediately he and Alabaster ran over to the mountain goat exhibit, bumping each other playfully like they were going to knock the other into the enclosure. Ethan gave a primal sigh.

"I better go make sure they don't fall in," he said. "You and Luke got the ticket process."

"Yeah, sure," Luke said, glancing at the mountain goats. "Thalia always admired mountain goats for being able to live up so high." Ethan sighed and ran off after Alabaster and Chris. A bump from Chris almost actually sent Alabaster over the edge. The two laughed stupidly.

"I seriously need to invest in a couple of those child leashes for you two," he sighed. "At least Luke and Silena never do stuff like this."

"That's because Silena's a girl, and Luke doesn't know how to have fun," Chris said.

"No, it's because they aren't idiots like you two," Ethan said, pinching the bridge of his nose. "And what does Silena being a girl have to do with anything?"

"Girls usually aren't as reckless as guys," Alabaster said.

"Yeah, well I'm a guy, and I'm not reckless."

"You sure about that?" Alabaster said, pointing to Ethan's eyepatch.

"Okay, you are on thin ice," Ethan said. "I told Silena I didn't want to come if it meant I have to babysit you the whole time. So I'm about five seconds from leaving."

"No ditching!" Silena said. She'd come back with the tickets and had her phone held up, snapping a quick picture of the three. "Say zoo!"

"Silena, we're not five years old," Ethan muttered.

"I am mentally," Chris volunteered. "And are you sure about that?" He held a hand above Ethan's head to demonstrate Ethan's short height. Ethan shot a nervous look to Silena. Help me, his face pleaded.

"All right," Silena said. "Come on, let's go." Alabaster bumped Chris again and then followed Silena through the official entrance.

"Ethan, look." Alabaster pointed to a sleeping black bear as they crossed the bridge over the bear enclosure. "It's you."

"How so?" Ethan was used to Alabaster's shenanigans by now.

"You know. It's a black bear, and you wear a lot of black and have black hair."

"That's probably your dumbest reason yet," Ethan said. At least when Alabaster and Chris pointed to some kind of garbage can or bag and told the other "hey look, it's you," that was kind of funny. This was just dumb.

"Hey, look," Ethan said, feeling utterly done.

"What?" Alabaster asked. Ethan pointed to the rock the bear was sleeping on.

"It's you." It was intended to be a joke on Alabaster's name, which he shared with a type of rock, but the son of Hecate just smirked and raised an eyebrow.

"Does that mean you want to nap on top of me?" Ethan's face burned.

"No, it's- just forget I said anything." Alabaster grinned and ran ahead after Chris. Ethan sighed heavily and walked after them.

"Silena," he grabbed her arm as he passed. "Please, save me. I don't want to babysit Al and Chris this whole time, can you possibly get them for just a little bit?"

"I suppose," Silena said. "After all, this trip is supposed to be enjoyable for everyone, and it's not going to be for you if you're wrangling those two all day."

"Thank you," he breathed. "You're my hero, seriously."

"Yeah, sure," she laughed. Clutching her phone in her hand and started walking ahead to catch up to Al and Chris.

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With Silena wrangling the idiots for a while, Ethan had more time to take each exhibit in and actually read the information on the signs. Unlike Silena, he wasn't much for cute selfies and aesthetic photography, but he did occasionally take out his phone to snap a quick photo of particular things on the signs he found interesting.

"All right," Silena muttered, fixing her cat ears, which had somehow become tangled in her usually perfect hair. She pointed to Alabaster and Chris, who currently stood in the giant fake eagle's nest, trying to flap and caw louder than the other to assert dominance. "Luke, it's your turn to babysit those two."

"Why me?" Luke protested.

"Because you're the oldest, and Ethan and I have both done it already."

"Fine," Luke said. "You two, get out of there right now! That's for kids. You guys are sixteen and eighteen."

"You say that like it's going to make a difference to them," Ethan muttered. He reached into his backpack and pulled out an energy drink. "This is going to be a long day."

"You got that right," Silena said, slipping her hairbrush out of her own backpack. Silena never went anywhere without a hairbrush, which was something Ethan really didn't understand. Personally, he couldn't care less about his appearance. She brushed her hair back down and repositioned her headband. "There we go."

Chris and Alabaster had reluctantly agreed to get out of the eagle's nest. They kept walking until they got to the river otters.

"Oh... my... gods!" Silena squealed, bouncing up and down on her heels. The otters were tumbling through the water, playing. "They're so cute!" Ethan put a hand on her shoulder.

"Okay, but could you maybe squeal a little quieter?"

"Sorry," she said. After watching the otters play for a while, they walked to the next hallway. Small terrariums with lizards and snakes in them lined the wall. They all noticed it- Luke trying to act like he didn't hesitate and take a step back when he saw the reptiles.

"Don't be a sissy," Alabaster told him. "They're just small snakes."

"I'm not," Luke said. "I'm fine."

"Yeah," Chris said, bumping his half-brother. "Right." Luke rolled his eyes as they walked through the exhibit. Silena grinned and snapped a picture of the two.

"Cute sibling moment!"

"Yeah," Ethan chuckled with a sly grin. "Adorable."

"Shut up, Ethan Luke said.

"Shut up, Ethan!" Chris mocked in a whiny tone, pouting his lip. Luke whacked him on the back of the head. "I do not sound like that! Let's move on."

"DUCKS!" Chris yelled as they walked out of the snake hallway to find a little fenced-off lake teeming with all kinds of waterfowl.

"Chris, we just saw ducks," Luke said. "They were back with the beavers. It's not that exciting."

"I should have brought bread!" Chris said.

"No, you shouldn't have," Silena said. "Bread isn't good for ducks."

"I still like ducks," Chris said, standing right next to the wooden rail. Alabaster came running at him, bodyslamming him in the side.

"Gotcha!" Chris caught himself on the railing. Ethan pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Oh my gods, you two. You'd better stop that or you're going to get us all kicked out, like you do literally every place we go."

"He's got a point," Luke said. "You got us kicked out of the beach, Chris. That doesn't happen."

"So what I'm hearing is that we're trailblazers," Chris said.

"Well then, you need to get your ears checked," Ethan said. "Please, guys. Luke, Silena and I would like to actually enjoy the zoo, so if you two could just reign in your crap for a few hours-"

"No promises," Chris said with a lopsided grin. "Hey, water break?"

"If you mean drinking break, then yes."

"What else would I mean?" Chris said. "Actually... don't finish that thought." Ethan rolled his eye.

"Let's just keep going before the two of you wear my patience any thinner. You wouldn't like me when I'm angry, it's a good thing I can't be bothered most of the time."

"I don't like you now," Alabaster interjected.

"Liar," Silena said with a grin, holding up her phone to snap a picture of Alabaster's indignant expression.

"I am not!" he protested.

"Sure," Chris said. "If you don't like him, then why do you have three pictures of him in your room?"

"One of which," Luke interjected, "is labeled best boy ever in black sharpie?"

"Shut up!" Alabaster said, whacking Luke in the arm with his plastic water bottle.

"Fine, be that way, don't admit it," Silena said. "Let's keep going." She pulled out her own water bottle. She had mixed in a pink lemonade-flavored electrolyte packet. They kept walking to the cougars. The two large cats were curled up next to each other asleep. Silena bounced up and down on her heels. "They're so cute! They're just like big cats!" The corner of Ethan's mouth twitched up in a half smile.

"Yeah." Most people wouldn't have assumed it from looking at him, but Ethan liked animals a lot. Most of the time he got along with them easier than people. But he especially liked cats, the domestic ones and the wild ones. Silena snapped a picture.

"I'm posting this," she grinned. "How's cat nap for a caption?"

"Too punny for me, but go for it," Ethan said.

"Wow, Ethan," Chris said. "A lovely, sunny day, and you still have absolutely no sense of humor."

"I have a sense of humor," Ethan said flatly. "I just don't think puns are funny."

"Well, I'm posting it anyway," Silena said, straightening her headband, then looking at the map in her hand. "What's next?"

"California condors," Ethan read.

"Condors?" Chris asked. "What are those?"

"They're a type of vulture," Ethan said. Silena's face turned pale.

"Vultures? Maybe I'll stay back from this one. I get squeamish around dead things."

"Silena, you're a demigod," Luke said. "I think you can handle a few animal carcasses." Ethan glared daggers at the older guy.

"Not helping. Besides, I think they put signs out that say if there's a carcass in there, and I don't see one."

"Okay..." Silena said, though she still seemed a little uncertain, picking at her phone case. They all walked up the ramp to the viewing window for the condors.

"Oh my gods, that's a huge bird!" Chris said. "That's so awesome!"

"It's like a turkey vulture but bigger," Alabaster commented, brushing off his collar before shoving Chris again, which prompted another primal sigh from Ethan.

"It's pretty cool," Silena said. Now that she could see for sure that there were no carcasses in the enclosure, her face had gone back to its normal color and she was smiling brightly again. "They're so majestic. And look at that wingspan!"

"And look at how tall they are," Alabaster said with a cruel grin. "That's gotta be more than half your height, Ethan." Ethan rolled his eye.

"Ha, ha, very funny. I'm tired of those jokes, you know."

"Yeah, but what fun would they be to make if you didn't get annoyed?" Luke asked with a grin. Ethan inhaled deeply and pushed his own hair back, looking at Luke.

"Et tu, Brute?"

"My name's Luke," Luke said, with a look of mock confusion on his face. Ethan scoffed.

"It's a- gods, don't you people read?" Luke chuckled.

"Just messing with you, I get the reference."

"My point still stands," Ethan said, crossing his arms as they kept walking.

"Family farm," Silena read. "Ooh, is that like a petting zoo?"

"We'll see," Alabaster said, walking backwards into the building.

"Why are you-" Ethan pinched the bridge of his nose. "Why are you walking backwards?"

"Because I like to be dramatic," Alabaster replied.

"Of course you do," Ethan sighed. "Honestly, I don't know why I even question you anymore." He turned to Luke and Chris. "Also, what was that you guys said earlier about him having three pictures of me in his room."

"Umm... nothing," Chris said, running after Alabaster. Ethan was about to chase after him when Silena squealed up ahead.

"Guys, come see the bunnies!" Ethan smiled slightly and walked over.

"Cute," he said, bending down to look through the gate at the sleepy rabbits.

"There's also a tortoise over here," Luke said, gesturing to the stall nearest the door. Alabaster's eyes gleamed.

"A tortoise. Good to know. So it's just snakes you're scared of? I thought for a second it might be all reptiles." Luke huffed.

"I am not scared of snakes. Just because I don't particularly like them doesn't mean I'm scared of them."

"Yeah, just you keep telling yourself that," Alabaster said.

"There are also goats over there," Ethan supplied, pointing to the other end of the barn.

"Nice!" Chris said as he and Alabaster ran over. Ethan sighed.

"I better go make sure they don't give each other concussions headbutting like goats or gods know what else they decide to do next. I swear, once we get back, I'm locking myself in my room with a book and a hot drink, where I am not to be disturbed." He turned and followed Chris and Alabaster.

Despite the massive expanse of their outdoor habitat, only one of the two polar bears the signs listed could be found, diving for toys in a pool, while the other must have been inside.

"So cool," Silena muttered, putting a hand to the glass, right before the polar bear smooshed her own nose to the glass in the same place, causing Silena's smile to grow and the others to laugh good-naturedly.

"Silena, the animal whisperer," Alabaster said.

"Not exactly," Silena chuckled.

"Primates or elephants next?" Chris asked after they finished up at the polar bears. "They're both right there."

"Primates are closer," Silena said. "Besides, I heard there's a baby orangutan."

"Aww," Ethan said.

"Well, let's go," Luke said.

"Well, would you look at that?" Alabaster said, checking his wristwatch as he looked at Ethan. "We've been here for over an hour and we haven't gotten kicked out yet."

"Yeah, my fingers are still crossed," Ethan said with a shake of his head as they entered the tunnel down to the primate exhibits, which was made to look like a giant, hollowed-out log. Chris's stomach growled audibly.

"Speaking of the time," he said, "we should probably eat soon."

"Yeah," Silena said. "But I heard about a great lunch spot, and it's coming up soon."

They walked down to the orangutan's exhibit. One of them was lying on her back on the floor, holding a ball of reddish fur that must have been the nursing baby.

"Aww, so cute!" Silena said. Everyone smiled.

*** After passing the rest of the primates and the elephants, they reached Silena's lunch spot. It was inside the Predators of the Serengeti building, looking out on the lion exhibit. It was sort of a theater spot, with steps and two benches at the top, facing a fenced-off stage that was supposedly for animal shows. Ethan sat down on the bench and slipped off his backpack. He was the one who'd carried everyone's lunches, so he unzipped his backpack and slipped them out, handing them out to the right people.

Ethan had a tuna sandwich, Luke and Chris had PB&J's, Alabaster had cold leftover pizza, and Silena had a salad, one of those "Greek" ones with chicken, feta, and olives. As they ate, they watched the lions pace around their exhibit, even coming close to the glass every now and then.

"I think they smell your nasty sandwich," Alabaster said to Ethan as he took another bite. "It carries."

"It's not nasty," Ethan said, rolling his guy. "Also, says the guy eating pineapple pizza. You're one to talk." Ethan didn't actually have anything against pineapple on pizza, he also liked it, but Alabaster had been antagonizing him all day and he felt like making a remark back. Alabaster chuckled.

After they all finished their lunch and kept walking. A big sign boasted that there was a carcass feeding in progress at the wild dogs, so they decided not to stop at that exhibit for Silena's sake. Next, however, was the cheetah exhibit. The cheetahs were sleeping in their little alcove, but the other window to the exhibit had an old safari jeep set into the glass, so the hood of the jeep was outside in the enclosure, but the rest of it was inside for children to play in and pretend to drive.

"Oh no," Ethan said, looking at Chris and Alabaster.

"I call driver!" Chris sprinted to the driver's side of the jeep and hopped up.

"Dang it." Alabaster climbed into the passenger's seat. Chris glanced into the rearview mirror.

"Luke, Ethan, Silena, get in the back!" Ethan sighed and climbed up, followed by Luke.

"Silena, come on," Luke said. She had put her backpack down on the crate that really little kids used as a stepping stool to get up into the back of the truck and was rifling through it.

"Just a sec," she said. "I need to find my selfie stick so I can take a picture of us."

"I really don't get the obsession with selfies," Ethan sighed, leaning back. Chris was just spinning the steering wheel with a crazed grin on his face. "Hurry up, because I swear Chris is one beat away from saying 'nyoom!' or something stupid like that."

"Hey!" Chris looked hurt.

"Found it!" Silena tossed her bag into the truck bed, then climbed up herself, attaching her phone to the selfie stick and then elongating it. "Everyone say safari!" No one except Chri said safari, but the photo still turned out excellent. Any photo Silena took always did. She always said she didn't know what career she should pursue in the future, but Ethan seriously thought she should be a professional photographer. The rest of them weren't as photogenic as the daughter of Aphrodite, but they always looked amazing in any photo she took.

"Nice photo." Ethan hopped down and walked to the next doors. The next room was several degrees hotter than any of the other buildings, and Ethan found himself pulling his jacket off and shoving it into his bag. An armadillo shuffled across the dirt floor of the enclosure on the wall, and a sloth hung from the ceiling. Silena grinned and snapped a photo.

The next enclosure was for dwarf mongoose. It was bigger, with a tunnel through it that led into a glass dome in the middle where kids could pop up and look at the exhibit from the inside. Ethan got on his knees and looked into the tunnel, estimating he could probably fit. He crawled through on his hands and knees, straightening up on his knees a little to see the mongoose scampering around from the inside. When he crawled out on the other side, he saw the expressions on Chris, Luke, and Alabaster's faces.

"Don't. You. Dare," he warned, walking around to grab his bag again.

"You can fit in the mongoose bubble," Alabaster snickered.

"Shut up," Ethan kicked him. "I'm not that short."

"Honestly, I'm impressed," Chris said. "And kind of jealous. I like messing around in the little kid things, but this is the only one I'm too tall for, but you fit perfectly!"

"Ugh." He marched straight for the doors. Next, they walked into the aviary. Just like the room they'd previously been in, it was warmer on the inside, with the added bonus of being loud, with a lot of squawky birds. They were pretty though. Ethan had to stifle a laugh when one of them left a splatter of white bird poo on Chris's shirt, which, unfortunately, happened to be black.

"Yikes," Silena winced when she saw the splatter on Chris's shoulder.

"It's fine," he said. "I can bear a bird poop stain for a few hours."

*** After passing the rhinos and the giraffes, neither of whom were doing much, they passed through the rainforest swamp room, which was also warm, and the most exciting attraction of which was a very lazy crocodile. Eventually, they arrived at the bats.

"Aww, are they fruit bats?" Silena asked. "Fruit bats are so fluffy and cute."

"I think so," Ethan said. They all walked in.

"Hey, look," Chris said, flipping open the info pad for the bats. "It's my family!"

"What?" Luke asked, looking over at him.

"It says they're called Rodriguez bats," he said.

"Okay, that's your worst joke yet," Ethan said, rolling his eyes. Of course, the joke was grounded. Chris's last name was Rodriguez. He was just glad there were no animals at the zoo that had the name Nakamura, he didn't want to get roped into another of Chris's stupid jokes.

After the bats, he got dragged onto a carousel. He didn't sit on any of the animals, he just stood in the aisle, though of course there was lots of teasing from Chris about the height limit to ride, which Ethan had elected to do his best to ignore. Even as a kid, Ethan hadn't liked carousels or merry-go-rounds. They always gave him vertigo. But everyone else seemed to be having a great time, so he decided to shut up.

***

After they had seen everything, they walked out past the front gate towards the zoo store. Thanks to Alabaster and Chris acting like idiots, they'd somehow managed to kill practically the whole day at the zoo. It was twilight now.

"Well, do we want to see if there's anything at the zoo store we want to buy?" Silena asked.

"As long as there's no like, matching t-shirts or anything, sure," Ethan said. Everyone else nodded.

"Okay," Silena said. "Oh, and Luke and Chris, you have to pay for whatever you get."

"Wow," Chris said. "Way to ruin the fun."

"Won't be very fun if you get busted for shoplifting, will it?" Ethan asked with his arms crossed.

As they were leaving to get back on the train, Alabaster walked over to Ethan, his bag from the zoo store in hand.

"Um, hey," he said.

"What do you want?" Ethan asked. It was cooling down, so he'd put his jacket back on and pulled the hood up.

"It's just... I kind of feel bad for teasing you today, so I got you something to maybe make up for it?" He reached into his bag and pulled out a small stuffed animal- an African wild dog.

"Um... thanks?" Ethan took it. He wasn't really a stuffed animal person, but for some reason the gesture made him feel warm inside. He wasn't sure how to react."

"You're welcome," Alabaster said, then stepped onto the train car.

A/N: Yes, the eagle nest thing was a self-callout. I'm 17 and I still climb in it every time. Also, the pictures of Ethan thing is based off a fanart someone sent in the Titan Army Discord server I'm in. Regarding Silena having a phone, I feel like the TA demigods could cause they're on the same side as the monsters so they aren't gonna attack them.

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Miracles -- Part 3

07/04/2021: Here it is!! The one, the only, the... 6.1k words of purely self indulgent protective!Jacob (lowkey been doing it for everyone and their mother except for when with the reader and idk why bc i dig that shit too)

I really hope you guys enjoy this, because I loved writing it!! There's a chance I could sneak in a last chapter if people wanted that? Feedback would be greatly appreciated!! This is super long, so sit down and get comfy :)

Pry these commas from my cold, dead hands tho. Also, I HC Jacob to be predominantly left-handed, but that's just me aha.

Warnings: Bit of violence, swearing, corporal punishment, arson (without giving too much away)

Tagging: @marshmallow--3 // @missingfrye // @ct-5445 // @iceboundstar // @rahdaleigh // @pink-polarfox // @b3k1720 // @itseivwhore // @sofiewithat // @missbenzayb

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The night was cold.

You retreated further under the blankets, turning to rest your head on your beloved’s chest. You wore an oversized shirt, and he wore a loose pair of breeches. His arm pulled you closer, fingers stroking your bicep. In turn, you traced the Rook painted on his chest. “Jacob?”

He turned to gaze down at you, lips inches from your forehead. “Yes, my love?”

“My family have written to me; they would like me to visit them in Warwick.”

“Your family lives quite far,” Jacob remarked, smiling adoringly at you. “Will you and Lily be alright travelling by yourselves?”

You sighed. “That’s the problem.” Sitting up, you gently grasped Jacob’s hand, playing with his fingers. “They don’t know that Lily exists, and I have no chance of telling them that I have a child without the status of ‘wife’.”

“I see…” Jacob watched you trace the lines on his hand. “Is there anything I can do?”

Propose, you idiot.

“Could you look after Lily while I’m away?”

“On my own?” His fingers tightened around yours.

“I trust you with her, Jacob. You’re the only one I can trust her with.”

He sucked in a breath. “Are you sure?”

“Stop doubting yourself.” You kissed his temple. “Besides, she adores you; she’ll listen to you.”

“Alright then. It’s decided.”

“Thank you, my love. However can I make it up to you?”

Sensing the humour in your tone, Jacob winked. “I can think of a few things.”

You laughed to yourself as you blew out your candle, the darkness enveloping the room as you pulled yourself closer to Jacob, the security of his arms lulling you to sleep.

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Before you knew it, you were packing a carriage with your luggage, setting off for the journey ahead. Jacob was standing in the doorway of your house, Lily resting on his hip. “Mama, do you have to go?”

“Sweetheart, if I don’t, then horrible Aunt Susan will come marching all the way down here herself, and we don’t want that, do we?” Lily shook her head, giggling.

“She’s not the only one who’s going to miss you.” Jacob wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you into his side. Smiling, he dipped his head to lock his lips with yours.

“Yuck!”

The both of you pulled apart, chuckling.

“Well, I best be going. Don’t get into any trouble; I know what you both are like unsupervised.”

Sharing mischievous looks, they began to wave as you got into the carriage.

“Bye, Mama!”

“Safe travels, my love!”

You watched as they recede from view, the picture of your perfect family playing in your mind as hooves against cobblestone played in your ears.

As soon as the carriage turned the corner, Jacob turned to Lily. “What do you fancy doing?”

Lily giggled. “I have school!”

Jacob mockingly rolled his eyes. “That is the worst answer I’ve ever heard.”

“Are you saying I can skip?”

As much as he’d want to say yes, you would have punted him six ways from Sunday. “‘fraid not, love.” He took her inside. “But I can promise that afterwards, I’ll take you to get iced cream.” Lily cheered in victory before she hopped down, scurrying to collect her things for the day ahead.

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Jacob walked Lily to school that morning, keeping her on his left and away from the curb. He grasped her hand firmly, lest she get lost in the rushing crowd. When he approached the building, he saw various parents saying goodbye to their children, as well as some children arriving on their own.

He knelt down to her height, tidying her windswept appearance with a reassuring grin. “You have a good day, alright?”

Smiling widely, she nodded, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Thank you, Papa.”

Wait, what?

Jacob’s breath caught in his throat. Lost for words, he kissed her head and returned the hug tenfold. “I love you, angel.”

“Love you too!”

The bell rang moments after, causing Lily to pull away. “Don’t be late!” Waving, she ran to catch up with her friends and disappeared into the building. Standing up, Jacob cleared his throat and tugged on his waistcoat to compose himself, though he could barely stifle his grin. The warmth in his heart engulfed his chest. He walked past the rest of the parents as if he were walking on clouds, his happiness fixed for the day.

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“What’s got you in such a good mood today?” Evie asked her brother, watching incredulously as she found him tidying his train carriage.

“Oh, nothing.” Although his tone was dismissive, his face told a completely different story.

“Did you… have a good night?”

“Oh, no.” Chuckling, he sifted through the papers on his desk. “Y/N’s headed to Warwick.”

Puzzled, Evie tilted her head. “Free beer?”

“Nope.” He popped the ‘P’.

“Come on, then; what is it? You can’t expect me to keep guessing forever.”

Restraining himself from jumping for joy, he turned to his sister. “Lily called me ‘Papa’.”

Evie’s face lit up. “Oh, Jacob, that’s lovely! Does this mean you’ll…” She mimicked opening a ring box.

Blushing, he nodded, a toothy grin plastered on his face. “I’m excited, Evie. I… I need to sit down.”

He leaned back on the sofa, tossing his hat beside him. Running a hand through his hair, he sighed. “Are you alright?” Evie took a chair to sit opposite him.

“I… I’ve never felt this much joy in my life.”

“Jacob Frye, you’re practically speechless.”

“Don’t get used to it.”

“You have to buy the rings before Y/N comes back.”

“I will. Maybe Lily will want to come with me. Not yet, though; I don’t want to spring the news on her immediately.”

Evie began to talk about the type of engagement ring you would find the most appealing, but Jacob had all but zoned out. He was fidgeting with the iron band on his right index finger, engraved on the inside with the Assassin’s Insignia. Barely thinking, he removed it and switched hands, sliding it on his ring finger.

He was going to get married. You were going to be his wife.

“What if she doesn’t say ‘yes’?” A sudden anxiety clutched his heart as he looked up in worry.

Evie was stunned into silence. “What are you talking about?! Of course she’s going to say yes!”

“She has a child to think about; what if she doesn’t want to get married at all?”

“Jacob,” she sighed. “She knows you’d do anything for Lily. You’ve done it right from the beginning.” He shifted in his seat as a phantom pain clutched his side, remembering his tussle with Thomas Lynch. “She would be insane not to want someone like you as a husband, and as a father to her child.”

“When did you learn to talk like that?” Jacob smirked.

“When you’re the eldest, you learn a thing or two.”

“Bullshit.” He scoffed, but wordlessly thanked her for the reassurance.

“Knock knock.” Eyes fixed on the doorway as Henry peered around the corner. “I don’t mean to interrupt, but I need some papers from Jacob.”

“Right; which ones?” He stood up and closed the two meter gap to the pile of half sorted paperwork.

“The ones on James Brudenell.”

“Who?” He frowned.

“Lord Cardigan.”

“Oh, that prick…” He thumbed through the various files, quickly getting to the end with no sign of the desired intel. “I must’ve left it at the house. I’ll head off there now and bring them to you tomorrow.”

“Can you not come back straight away?”

“I need to get to the school; there won’t be enough time. I’m taking Lily out for that new iced cream.” Evie quirked her lips into a knowing smile. “What?”

“Oh, nothing,” she shrugged.

Shaking his head, Jacob grabbed his hat and opened the door, watching the train slow into the station. “See you tomorrow.”

“Don’t forget the--”

“The papers, yes, I’ll get them!” By then, he had already jumped onto the platform, disappearing into the crowd.

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On the stroll back to the house, Jacob checked his pocket watch, planning his time accordingly. He’ll find the papers, finish the paperwork that should’ve been completed two weeks ago, and head to the school.

The street seemed unusually quiet at this time in the afternoon, but Jacob only grew concerned when he noticed a lack of Rooks. Usually, there would be more and more scattered around the closer he grew to the house, but so far he could count them all on one hand. A scuffling from behind him pricked at his ears. He spun, brows furrowed, but the road was empty, save for a carriage calmly trotting past. He used it as a reassurance that he was probably acting paranoid, and continued where he was heading, albeit at a faster pace.

The secure feeling he felt upon approaching the house eased the weight on his chest. Pulling out his key, he wasted no time in disappearing inside. It was quiet without you, and there was the familiar longing he felt in his heart. Sighing, he mentally crossed off another minute until he could hold you in his arms again.

He moved upstairs and into his study. At the prospect of spending more time with him, you jumped at the chance to make a spare empty room a working office. He hung his jacket and hat on a coat rack, taking a seat at the desk. The natural light coming through the window landed perfectly on the wood, illuminating the workspace without the need for candles. Jacob searched his drawers, finding the file with relative ease. He grabbed a dip pen, opened an ink pot, and quickly began scrawling details down.

He was lost in thought at the memory of his encounter with Lord Cardigan when a crude knocking hit the door downstairs. Jacob froze, focusing on the noise outside. All business was kept around the train; he sternly told Evie and Henry not to give out the address to anyone. The only other people who would have had an idea where he was were the Rooks stationed around the street, but they were loyal -- were they not as trustworthy as he thought? Who was at the door?

Harsher thuds against the door made his heart leap. He moved slowly; inch by inch, he stood and crept towards the door, pulling out the cane from his coat as quietly as he could. His boots barely made a sound as he headed down the stairs, hand calmly turning the knob to open the door.

On the other side stood two gentlemen, waiting almost expectantly. “Can I help you?” Jacob asked, tone laced with suspicion.

The two exchanged looks before one started to speak. “Pardon me, sir, but would you be interested in purchasing some humbugs? We’re opening a new shop not too far from here. We thought we could go from door to door to begin our business endeavours.”

Eyes flitting between the two, unease began to set in. “No, thank you.”

“Understood. Have a nice day.” The other tipped his hat and turned to leave as Jacob slowly shut the door again.

“What…?” He’s had bankers act more persuasive than these men. They did not seem that interested in sales. His eyes scanned the room, as if that would give him answers to a most peculiar interaction. In a second, his heart jumped as they landed on the clock. If he didn’t leave now, he’d be late to pick up Lily. He grabbed his coat and hat from upstairs and burst out of the door, rushing in the direction of the school.

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He made the journey by the skin of his teeth, jogging almost the entire way. As soon as he approached, the bell rang, and children began to flood out of the doors. He stood by a tree and scanned the children as they continued to rush out. A few moments later, Lily emerged, nervously clutching her hands together as she scanned the adults around her. Jacob frowned and walked towards her, concern growing. He could see the upset growing as she at first couldn’t see him. “Lily!”

As soon as she heard her name, her gaze immediately landed on the source and took off running towards him. He knelt just in time for her to jump into his arms, face hiding in his neck. “Hey, are you--” He was cut off by the sound of sobs. “Okay, alright, it’s alright, angel.” Confused, he picked her up and went to sit on a bench overlooking the playground, shushing her gently.

Cradled in one arm, Jacob used his free arm to reach into his pocket, bringing out his flask. “Take a drink, sweetheart.” She gingerly took the container, taking a few gulps of the fresh water inside. “Now, tell me what happened.” He tried to speak softly, to not provoke more tears.

“I didn’t do it! They think I did, but I didn’t!”

“What didn’t you do?”

“Throw a rock.”

“Even if you did do that, it’s only a rock.”

“It hit the teacher!”

Jacob was silent for a minute. If they thought she pelted a rock at the teacher, there would have been harsh punishments…

“Please believe me; I promise I didn’t do it!”

Shocked, Jacob pulled her closer. “Of course I believe you! Why wouldn’t I?” His eyes landed on her fists, which have barely opened since he saw her, save for the flask. “Can I see your hands?”

She nodded, and Jacob shifted her against his shoulder so he could use both hands as he slowly uncurled her fingers. Her palms were a stark red, the clear markings of a cane riddled her skin almost completely; and they looked like the instrument hit hard. He quietly asked for the other one, inspecting them with the care one would give to a newborn, brows furrowing at the sight. Lily watched his eyes moving constantly across her hands. The thought of letting her father down ushered tears to the surface. Jacob’s eyes caught hers watering. “Did I hurt you?”

She shook her head. “I’m sorry…”

“You have nothing to be sorry for, love. Do you know who really did it?”

Nodding slowly, she pointed to the playground to a boy who was laughing by a group of children who were playing with marbles. “Oliver.”

“Okay.” The two of them stayed there for a while as Lily continued to calm down.

Just as Lily began to smile at Jacob’s conversation, a shadow overcame the both of them. Jacob felt her recoiling into his side. He looked up to see a weathered looking man with a styled moustache and a stiff looking suit, a hand against the back of his head. “So, she’s yours.” The slight tone of disapproval channeled an urge of protectiveness inside him. He sat Lily behind him on the bench as he stood toe to toe with the teacher.

“Is there a problem?” Jacob’s eyes assessed the man from head to toe, noting the thin cane that he leaned on.

“You should be ashamed of your daughter’s behaviour.”

“Why? She did nothing wrong.”

“On the contrary…” Turning around, he removed the cloth on his head, revealing a jagged cut along the back of his head.

“It wasn’t me, sir! It really wasn’t!” Lily was begging for her teacher to believe her.

“Then who was it?”

Lily stood up on the bench still hiding behind Jacob’s shoulder but managing to equal his height. “Him.”

Her finger showed Oliver laughing at someone who had tripped over a skipping rope.

“Do you really think that she would do something like this?” Jacob raised an eyebrow.

Neither agreeing or disagreeing, he instead gestured with his cane. “I’m watching you, Y/L/N.” Jacob narrowed his eyes. “I would be mindful of your attitude towards my daughter.”

Grumbling, the teacher turned and walked away. “Oliver!”

“Th-Thank you.” A sniffling from behind him softed his face and melted his heart.

“Let’s go, angel. There’s some iced cream with our name on it.”` He hoisted Lily on his hip and headed in the direction of home, hoping that the anger would dissipate with each passing step.

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The house came into view shortly after Jacob left the sweet shop, two cardboard pots of the cold dessert in their hands. “This is delicious!” Lily was almost her normal self again over the journey home, relinquishing details of the day as they closed the short distance to the house. Placing Lily on the floor, he took out his key and pushed it into the lock, turning the knob. Without turning the key, the door opened. He must’ve forgotten to lock it when he left the house earlier. Brushing it off, he opened the door the rest of the way and stepped aside for Lily to enter first. He checked the rest of the street one more time for anything out of the ordinary before shutting and locking the door behind him, acting safe rather than sorry.

A slight smell filled his nose as he walked into the room. It was barely there, but he could smell something. Unfocusing his eyes, he watched as colours flooded his vision. Looking around, he couldn’t spot anything strange right away, but the smell was in the air and it set him on edge. Shaking his head, he rubbed his eyes. He had felt more emotion in one day than he had for a long time, and his body had worn him out. “Are you hungry, Lily?”

She sat at the kitchen table. “A little bit.”

“Anything you particularly fancy tonight?”

“Hmm… Sausages and potatoes!”

Jacob chuckled at her excitement. “Consider it done, my lady.”

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Dinner was over and done with by the time the sun set below the skyline. Jacob helped Lily get ready for bed before tucking her in. “When’s Mama coming home?” she asked, playing with Jacob’s hair.

“Hopefully in a few days; Warwick is surprisingly far, even by carriage.”

“Thank you. For believing me.”

Jacob smiled sombrely. “I will always believe you. That also reminds me…” He reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out a small pot of salve. “May I?” Lily offered her hands, and Jacob gently rubbed the ointment over her raw skin.

“It’s cold.”

“It’s supposed to get rid of the pain. How do they feel?”

She nodded. “Good.”

As he returned the salve to the table, he took a breath, steeling himself to give either the best news or the worst news.

“How would you feel… if I asked your mother--”

“To marry you?!” Her eyes widened, her smile reaching her ears. “Yes!”

She jumped out of the covers to hug Jacob tightly. He reciprocated, closing his eyes to savour the moment. “Please ask her,” she whispered.

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” Giggles filled the air as he pulled the covers over her again.

“Thank you, for letting me in.”

“You make Mama happy. That’s all I want.”

Jacob sighed, a small smile playing on his lips. “You’re wise beyond your years.” He leant down to kiss her forehead. “Goodnight, angel.” He stood up and blew out the candle.

“Goodnight, Papa.” Lily didn’t miss the way Jacob’s eyes crinkled as he smiled, shutting the door quietly.

He poked his head into his study, sighing when he saw his half-finished paperwork that needed to be handed to Greenie the next morning. Every fibre in his being resisted, but he knew his procrastination would catch up to him eventually. So he sat down, lit a candle, and tried to wrap everything up in as little time as possible.

About half an hour went by before Jacob finished the long overdue paperwork. Struggling to keep his eyes open, he went downstairs to the spare room he kept his bedclothes in. He fell backwards onto the bed. “Just five minutes…” he bartered with himself, resting his eyes.

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A scream made his blood run cold.

Bolting upright, Jacob immediately noticed plumes of smoke coming in from underneath the door, the burning smell inviting a cough from his lungs.

The house was on fire.

He lunged for the doorknob, the metal quickly searing his skin. His fingers clenched around the knob reflexively. “Ah, fuck!” He shook out his hand, watching as the flesh blistered in front of his eyes. Turning around, he dug around in the chest of drawers for extra clothes to wrap around the knob, turning and pulling swiftly before the heat travelled through the fabric. The door burst open. Jacob ducked as the flames whipped around the open space, newly fed by the released oxygen. Fresh smoke engulfed the room; Jacob inhaled a lungful as it blew towards him. He cleared his chest as he fanned the smoke away. Wrapping the clothes around his arm as a guard, he braced himself and ran upstairs, only one thing on his mind.

“Lily?!” The flames had almost completely engulfed the lower floor; he was surprised and relieved that he had managed to dodge any falling debris. “Lily!” He covered the metal with the clothes as he reached her door, slowly peeling the door away and slipping through as small a gap as he could, avoiding the mistake he made earlier. He closed the door behind him, the air luckily cleaner in her bedroom. “Lily, where are you?!”

He checked under the bed, and began to grow panicked when he couldn’t find her. He heard the scream, but nothing else. What if…

He swallowed, trying to ease the tight band in his chest.

Opening the wardrobe, he practically collapsed in relief when he saw Lily cowering in the corner. “Come to me, angel.” She dived into his arms, quivering in fear. “It’s alright, we’ll get out. I need you to be brave for me, okay?”

“Okay.” Her voice was shaking.

He looked around for a quick exit, eyes landing on a window. He led Lily over and unlatched it, pushing it with his uninjured hand, albeit with difficulty. Leaning out, the air cleansed his lungs. He hoisted Lily onto the windowsill to give her fresher air, holding her to make sure she doesn’t fall out. She clutched onto him tightly. He noted how it opened into an alleyway. He heard the bells of police and fire engines around the front of the house.

“HEY! OVER HERE!” A man peered around the corner. “HEY! HELP!”

“We can’t fit the ladder through here! You have to go around the front!”

Jacob blinked. “Have you gone mad?!”

“There’s a small window around the front, looks like the landing. You better make a move before it’s no longer an option!”

“Can’t you just climb down?” Lily mumbled, mind in shock.

Jacob inspected his blistering palm; it felt as if he was still holding the doorknob. Slowly, he put pressure on his hand against the windowsill. The pain immediately bubbled up his arm. Biting his lip, he tried to pull himself onto the windowsill. With his weight, it was maybe possible, since he could drop higher than normal and roll once he hit the floor. With Lily, that wasn’t an option.

“I can’t risk it.”

“Well?!” The man was still there, watching him.

“Be ready!” Jacob pulled Lily into him. “I need you to breathe into this, alright, angel?” She nodded slowly. He gave her one of the shirts wrapped around his arm. “Close your eyes.”

“Should I count to ten?”

“It shouldn’t take any longer, love.”

Taking a second to compose himself, he wrapped his hand up and opened the door, squeezing through as little as he could before shutting the door again. He made a beeline for the end of the hall, dodging the flames as they grew nearer, licking the edge of the wooden floor. Reaching the window was the easy part. The hard part was opening the damn thing. It felt heavier than it usually did, and he strained his free hand to push it to the top. Outside, firemen were already level with the window, waiting for the two of them to emerge.

“One of you at a time.” Without hesitating, Jacob leaned out of the window, one arm reaching Lily out of the window, while the other stopped him from falling out himself.

Just as the firemen approached, Jacob heard a crack above him. “Take her. Take her now!” The urgency in his voice paid off, as he jumped out of the way of a falling support beam, blocking his way out. He hit the floor, covering his face as embers flew around him

Lily crying out caused his heart to flip, but he managed to catch a glimpse of her safely in the arms of the firemen. “No! PAPA!” His anxiety eased slightly, but only just. He scrambled to his feet just as the beam crumbled completely, blocking the window from view.

“Shit!” Coughing, Jacob looked around for another exit. His mind thought back to Lily’s bedroom; he could probably climb down carefully one-handed if he was quick enough. His study also seemed to be the furthest from the rest of the flames.

However, he was on borrowed time.

Downstairs was fully demolished; there was no way out there. Upstairs was closing in on him fast, the heat beginning to singe the hair on his arms and sear his skin. He ran for his study, narrowly avoiding falling debris. As he slammed the door shut, he was relieved at the sight of the room being unscathed. For now. He looked over the papers; they were definitely worth taking.

He emptied his desk of the files and stuffed them in a satchel that hid under his desk. He worked tenderly with his burned hand, careful not to aggravate the wound more than he already had. He coughed some more as he slid the satchel over his head, tightening the strap so it would lay fast against his back. As the cold leather touched his skin, he hissed. The flames must have licked him on the way in. He turned to check how much time he had left.

The fire had crept inside the doorframe, taunting him in a turbulent tango.

Jacob hurried for the window, looking for the latch. His fingers felt around the edge, but he couldn’t feel anything. He tried pushing, with no luck. Does this window not even open?!

Frantic, his non-dominant and uninjured hand went for the first thing that he could always rely on.

Two wide shots rang out, cracking the glass in a spider-web mosaic. He moved to shatter the glazing, but the world began to spin. Knees wobbling, he fell against his desk, hitting the floor. Coughing hurt, breathing hurt, thinking hurt.

But he was so close.

He blinked away the world that spun around him, shakily getting to his feet. He threw the force of his whole arm into the window, the gun providing the force to break the shards completely. Clearing the way for his hands, Jacob holstered the gun and slowly began the climb onto the roof.

He wasn’t dying. Not today.

Wincing every other second, he pulled himself half-heartedly onto the tiles. Jacob took a second to try and stabilise his vision, securing extra fabric around his hand. He manWeuvered his way around the burning holes, hoping instead to find a way down that doesn’t involve jumping or falling.

Unfortunately for him, that choice was made for him.

A tile came loose under his foot. He slipped, the edge of the roof coming almost too soon for him to react. His fingers grasped the gutter, which did nothing but snap under his weight. Upon hitting the ground, Jacob managed to roll, but instead of ending on his feet, he slumped across the floor. Groaning, he lay still as he recollected himself. To anyone else, he looked dead.

A pained cry set his heart pumping again, yet he didn’t realise at first that the cry was because of him, not for him. Light footsteps rushed over to him. “Pa? Papa?” He felt fingertips dance across his cheek. “Please wake up!”

He reached for the source of the voice. “I’m okay. Are you alright?” He managed to open his eyes to check over Lily’s state. Her eyes were bloodshot, her skin was dirtied in soot, and one of her hands was bleeding. “Has anyone said they would help you with this?”

She shook her head, the worry not leaving her face. “I’m scared.”

“Don’t be; it’s over now.” He began the arduous process of standing up; from his stomach to his hands to his knees to his feet. Offering his hand to her, Jacob led the two of them out into the street. When everyone gathered in the street saw them, they cheered. Rooks quickly came to assist Jacob and pick up Lily, but he waved them away. He limped his way to the ambulance wagon waiting in front of them. Lily was hoisted onto the end while Jacob leaned heavily against the side. Lily faced him for reassurance.

“Mr Frye, sir!” He tilted his head as little as he could to get a view of who was calling his name. “Are you alright?”

“I’ll be fine; just a bit singed.” He tried to joke, but the pain in his face betrayed his laidback attitude. He grasped his ribs, as if it would ease the burn on the inside. “Where’s Evie?”

“As soon as we heard what happened, we sent for her. She should be here any minute now.”

“Lily goes with Evie. As soon as she shows up, take her to the train. She’ll be safe there.” Another hard cough shook his chest.

“With all due respect, are you sure you’re well?”

“I’m… I…” The floor was ripped from under him. Jacob’s knees buckled as his vision went black. After a few seconds, he came to. The Rooks had caught him on the way down. Disorientated, he blinked, trying to process what was going on around him.

He heard a familiar voice. “Where are they?” Rooks wrapped Jacob’s arms around their necks, pulling him to the edge of the wagon. He barely registered arms pulling him from behind to lie down. He noted how he was staring up at the stars.

“Evie!” A young, panicked yell drove Jacob to sit up, but hands pushed him back down against the wood.

“You don’t want to make things any worse, Mr Frye.”

His body jolted between consciousness and unconsciousness as Evie came into view. She also looked worried. “Jacob? I’ve got Lily; she’ll be safe. I’ll come to the hospital as soon as I can.” Lily was snuggled against Evie, a bandage wrapped around her hand.

“Let’s hope I don’t fall off.” It was weak and hoarse, but there was humour in his tone.

“You better not.”

“Take the bag.” He gestured to the leather satchel underneath him. Slowly, she undid the strap and pulled it out from under him, barely able to avoid causing a wince. She looked inside to find the papers in impressive condition. “It’s the paperwork Greenie asked for.”

Jacob’s smile was weak as the wagon began to drive away. The rocking of the cobblestones was rough, and although jarring, also brought comfort. He fell in company with the stars as his consciousness left him yet again.

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The next time he became lucid, he immediately noticed that he could breathe better; oxygen was easier to take in than before, and although not perfect, kept the lightheadedness away. He opened his eyes slowly, blinking to adjust to the light. The feeling of rough gauze was not unfamiliar to him, so he assessed the wounds on his back based on how rough it felt to lean on.

He brought his burned hand up to see that it had also been wrapped neatly. Although that was the majority of his wounds, his entire body ached. He leaned back into his pillow and closed his eyes, assessing the situation. Approaching footsteps made him roll his head to the side, and a doctor appeared with a clipboard. “How are you feeling, my boy?” He asked with a pencil in his mouth, flipping through the various pages.

“Like I’ve been run over by a carriage. Multiple times.”

“I’m not surprised; you inhaled half a factory.”

Jacob prepared himself for the question he knew he had to ask but would hate the answer to. “How long has it been?”

“Oh, a few days, give or take.”

“How many days are we giving or taking?”

Just then, a door opened on the far end of the ward, a few people rapidly approaching. As they turned the corner, Jacob’s heart sank a bit. You were hurrying towards him with the look of a mortified wife, but he dreaded what you thought would be more mortifying: your house burning down, putting your only daughter’s life in danger…

“Thank God!” You swerved around the bed and kissed him, one which conveyed a hundred different emotions, the most evident being relief. After the initial shock, Jacob’s fingers came to your jaw, lightly directing as he kissed you deeper.

He slowly pulled away, worried eyes scanning your face. “I’m so sorry, Y/N, I haven’t the foggiest what happened--”

“You’re both safe; that’s all that matters.”

“But the house…”

“I’ve been prepared for disasters like this for a while. Everything I couldn’t stand to lose went in a fireproof box. There’s nothing gone that I can’t replace.”

“Papa!” Your eyes widened as you exchanged an impressed look with Jacob. Lily had crawled onto the bed and nestled her way into Jacob’s arms.

“Are you alright?” Without speaking, she nodded, deciding to play with his hand, fidgeting with his fingers and tracing the lines. Jacob looked to Evie, who followed her in.

Shepulled a concerned face, coming up to her and putting her hands over Lily’s ears. “She’s been crying herself to sleep, sometimes waking up in the middle of the night calling for one of you, sometimes both. She’ll heal, I’m sure, but for now I think time needs to pass. I investigated what could have happened that night; it wasn’t you.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if they were Templars; pisses me off though.” He turned to you. “If you hadn’t visited your family…”

“Don’t ponder the ‘if’s, Jacob. It leads to all sorts of grief.” You threaded your hands through his hair.

Evie nodded. “All I know is what happened, not necessarily who did it.”

“Go on.”

“The house was rigged to burn down. Someone must’ve broken in, set down some oil or gas, and set it alight. It all happened very quickly -- it’s a miracle you got out when you did.”

At the explanation, Jacob ran a hand down his face. “The fun never stops.” He shifted to stand up.

“What are you doing?” You put your hand on his shoulder.

“I’m going to find whoever did this, and I have a feeling I know exactly where to start.”

“Not in this state you’re not.”

He stood up, much to your protests. “Honestly, Y/N, I’m…” His vision went black immediately, blood rushing to his head.

You quickly caught him. “‘Fine?” Sitting him down again, you brushed his hair out of his face. “Just take it easy.”

“I have errands to run.”

Evie whispered something to Lily, who gave the couple a mischievous grin. “We can do it!”

Jacob smiled, catching on. He leaned down to Lily’s ear. “Pick something Y/F/C,” he whispered. She nodded, grabbing Evie’s hand and running away.

The both of you laughed as Evie was dragged out of the ward. “What was that about?” You raised an eyebrow at the secrecy.

“It’s a surprise.”

Rolling your eyes, you joined him on the bed. “Don’t keep me waiting for too long.”

Jacob smiled to himself, the familiar excitement climbing. “I won’t.”

[sunarintoes]

Street racer!bf/gf headcanons

Note: this is set in the world of adkor - an ongoing series featuring the haikyuu characters as street racers! However you don’t actually have to read it to understand these headcanons (they’re just regular bf hcs with a bit of spice)

Includes: the main trio of love interests - Oikawa, Iwaizumi and Kiyoko

✗ As a bf he would honestly love for you to attend his races but would honestly be really scared for you. Like he wouldn't want you to be at the bleachers or a checkpoint alone because he knows he’s in a sketchy crowd and wants to prioritise your safety!

✗ So during the races where he’s not with you, you chill in Seijoh’s clubroom with the managers and everyone else who’s not racing or working. There you watch the race live on the large flatscreen that’s been divided into 12 sections - each broadcasting a different checkpoint or area. 

✗ OMG!!! He would definitely want to see you try on his uniform - wear his helmet or his jacket and he would literally melt for you <3333 Iwa my beloved. Not that he’d ever really admit that he liked it, but you’d know by the way his face heats up and he becomes a stuttering mess. 

✗ Speaking of wearing his uniform- omg he would absolutely die for you to wear a jacket or a hoodie of his to the races!! And honestly why wouldn't you? It smells good, it's comfy and if we’re being completely honest… you look hot in it! 

✗ Iwa is not the irresponsible type (*cough* Oikawa *cough*) so he would not! Absolutely never allow you to sit in the passenger seat while he drives in a race - even if you are a racer yourself. 

✗ Howeverrrr, if it’s just a chill day with the two of you, he’ll take you for a spin in his car - speed down the streets of Miyagi at obscure hours of the night or perhaps the break of dawn.

✗ Dates are so cute and fun with him! He’ll drive you to cool places that are probably abandoned or restricted/off limits and then he’ll treat you to a cute picnic. 

✗ Every so often he posts pics of you with sappy captions on instagram. His instagram is mainly just car stuff though lol :P

✗ Tries to keep you away from Oiks but you end up becoming besties with him <3, he’ll never admit it but he loves that the two people he cherishes most are close with each other

✗ Following adkor plot, if Yn ends up with Iwa he’ll likely be a bit jealous if they ever interact with Oikawa (because Oiks also fancies Yn for those who don't know). This may cause a strain on his relationship with Oikawa but also Oiks’ relationship with you/Yn. Eventually he’ll get over himself and become less insecure but it will take time. 

✗ He’s also jealous of Kiyoko, she’s so pretty and kind and loving and caring and best of all? She’s safe. Kiyoko does not endanger her life and she rarely yells and she’s just so peaceful. He just can't understand how he is so polar opposite to your ex and it makes him insecure - he’ll most likely be cold and distant towards her to deal with himself.  

✗ You've definitely made out in the backseat of his car :) 

✗ Oh! Also he lets you choose his air freshener. Calls it his “good luck charm.”

✗ How cute <3

✗ This salty class A bitch

✗ My misunderstood and emotionally vulnerable baby 🥺

✗ Ok I literally love Oiks he is so fun to write

✗ Oh yeah you both definitely got off on the wrong hand (like Yn!)

✗ Y’all hated each other and were so fkn spiteful but it’s okay now

✗ You’re each other’s emotional support buddy. A shoulder to cry on. He needs it and you do too (i mean, why else would you be here?)

✗ He has definitely taken you on a race before - you sat in the passenger side and it's all g don't worry bb you were geared up to the max - helmet and all. 

✗ Homie gets so jealous 

✗ Of everyone might I add. He gets both more jealous with Iwa and less jealous. It's hard to explain but he trusts Iwa with his whole heart and knows that he’ll never pull anything but at the same time he just can’t help that he’s insecure. He really hates it, he hates that horrible bubbling feeling of green fire that burns his throat like venom and he hates that it yanks at his heart strings and controls him as if he were a marionette but he just can’t help himself from suffering from it. Thats why he started going to therapy

✗ When you notice that he’s jealous - and trust me, you will, all you have to do is delicately lace his fingers with yours and wrap your other arm around his; maybe place a light kiss on it - preferably his shoulder if you can reach. This simple action is enough to calm him down and remind him that your love belongs to him - nobody else.

✗ Dates are wild and passionate. He zooms along the streets of Miyagi with a grin so large and so carefree you can't help but fall in love all over again with how at peace and genuine he’s being. He has one hand on the steering wheel and the other around you, occasionally he looks over to wink but then he turns back and and lets the wind from his open window run uncontrollably through his already unruly hair. This, ladies, gentlemen and esteemed guests, is a sight so beautiful and genuine that it would be burned into your irises as a core memory if you will - something unforgettable. 

✗ Y’all have fucked in his car without a doubt 😳 sorry bb I don't make the rules; he does. 

✗ Oh and, wear his jacket. He fucking loves to watch you parade around in something he owns :)

✗ Kiyo my beloved <3

✗ She’s so soft for you

✗ Honestly she’s surprised that you’re back with her, she thought that she’d never get a second chance and that you had already moved on from her but turns out she’s wrong as you're currently resting your head on her lap (cute)

✗ When everyone’s racing you two sit together in the Karasuno team room and cuddle while you watch the race go down on the large flatscreen. 

✗ You definitely eat snacks while you watch because duh, who wouldn't? The race makes you so nervous that you just have to sink your teeth into something to prevent your nerves from short circuiting.

✗ She holds your hand like she’s gripping onto you for dear life while you watch the races - she says it's because she’s nervous, which is true, but she’s also scared that you’ll leave her so she wants to hold you tight to prevent that from happening. 

✗ Dates are so cute, you go to small cafes and she does her manager stuff while you stress and rip your hair off over the complexities of building an environmentally friendly car. Honestly the whole time she sneaks glances at you and blushes at how cute you are when you’re stressed out. She won't admit it though. 

✗ PLEASE PLEASE reassure her that you don't feel any negative emotions towards her and that you love her. She needs it. 

✗ Okay if we’re not following adkor’s plot and you're a street racer yourself then she is going to be so worried for you! She will constantly check up on you before your race and hold you in a hug so tight you swear you’re going to die from lack of oxygen; though she only does this behind your team’s garage/locker room/club room because she gags at PDA 

✗ Definitely gives you the same type of hug after you finish the race. 

✗ I think she would melt if you wore some of her clothes or even an accessory. 

✗ Omg please drape her scarf over her and say “don't want you getting a cold now- or maybe i do because then id get to snuggly the hell out of you ;)”

✗ Kiyoko best girl and bisexual icon. Date her for warmth and happiness <3

[lemon-boy-stan]

bruises, boys, chasers and detention - fred weasley x reader requested by @yourlocalauthor, anon, and anon. i basically merged all your requests into one. sorry it took so long. for the anon who requested x ravenclaw reader, i’m sorry i couldn’t do that. instead, i’ll probably make a hc. hope that’s ok. warnings: lee jordan. sexual references.

You'd been looking forward to the first Quidditch match of the year all the holidays. And now you were positive that the match was the worst event of your day that had happened. Fred got a week's worth of detention, you were in the hospital wing and Adrian Pucey had a broken nose.

The rest of the day was actually pretty good. The bad stuff started halfway through the Quidditch match. The weather was terrible and you could barely see or keep your hands on your Bluebottle.

You only just managed to catch a glimpse of your boyfriend - a whir of bright vermillion, maroon, brown and yellow. He waved at you and you waved back. 

"L/N!" Snapped Oliver, "get your head in the game!" You nodded grimly and tried your best to concentrate.

"Oi, Y/N! On your left!" Shrieked Angelina, swooping to your right. Slytherin chasers Blaise Zabini and Adrian Pucey zoomed over.

The two of them grinned at each other before steering their Nimbus 2001s, hooking their brooms and going on your left and right side.

"Zabini and Pucey have cornered our beautiful Seeker of Gryffindor house, I've got a sinking feeling in my stomach here and a determined force in me - I think it's humor - that's telling me the two gits won't have a happy ending if Y/N’s boyfriend of - is it six years? - Fred Weasley is going to do anything about, I daresay the two pigs will find a lot of nasty surprises, sponsored by the Beaters in red -" began a gleeful Lee Jordan, sniggering loudly into the microphone. 

You could only just hear Professor Mcgonnagall barking at him to shut up. You would've laughed at Lee’s words to yourself but you had other things to worry about. Blaise and Adrian had cornered you.

You gritted your teeth and tried your best to spot out the Snitch in the dreadful weather - you certainly weren't going to let a couple of dickheads ruin your chance of winning.

When it came to cheating, however, Slytherin house certainly didn't give up. There was an upset roar from the crowd and an assortment of hooting and cheering which came from the Slytherin stands.

There was a bang and a grunt and your shoulder made contact with the fabric of the curtains.

Your stomach churned from the motion but you were determined to stay focused - you'd only just seen the Snitch and now you tightened your grip on the handle.

"She's seen it, lads and lasses! She dives! She escapes the violent clutches of Pucey and Zabini, only just making it out by the luscious strand of hair over -"

"JORDAN!" Bellowed Professor McGonnagall. Lee snickered loudly into the microphone as you puffed before diving again.

"Right, sorry for the biased narration, Professor," the snicker Lee gave off wasn't very apologetic and it distracted you long enough for Adrian and Blaise to get back on your tail again. “Can’t really help it when we all hate Slytherin house any - alright, alright!”

Something, a bone, most likely, in your arm cracked as you smashed into the wall, taking all of Pucey's weight. There was hooting from Slytherin and an outraged roar from Gryffindor. Oliver was almost as outraged as Fred was; the Snitch had now disappeared.

You took another hit and then another and there was a loud thud; you realised that you were the one making the thud, soaring into the dirt below.

There was more excited screaming and snickering from the wave of silver and green and an even louder outraged roar from Gryffindor as you tumbled.

"Exhibition B shows us the obvious cheating ways of Slytherin House and what an incredible (and furious) boyfriend Fred Weasley is, oh, look at him dive, look at him dive!” grinned Lee. "Angelina gets the Quaffle, but is there really any point when all eyes are on our gorgeous Seeker? Something doesn't seem quite right with Y/N! And look at this, everyone, Weasley's face is as red as his mother's hair!" Lee cackled into the microphone.

"JORDAN!" Professor McGonagall bellowed the words as the Gryffindor team flew down to your side. You groaned loudly, clutching your arm, gritting your teeth. “What’re you all doing?!” you exploded, “they’re going to win!” none of the Gryffindor team, not even Oliver, seemed the least bit frustrated about winning. George pointed and zoomed down to join you all. “Fred’s still playing, absolutely clueless. If he looked at what was going on more than he looked at her boobs, he’d be outrag -” 

“JORDAN! TEN POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR!”

“Weasley dives down to join the huddle of red and gold, you can’t even see any of his freckles, they’re all camouflaged with the hideous anger, if you have Omnioculars, zoom in, look at how pissed he is - going to be, even more so when he finds out his girlfriend won’t be able to - alright, Professor, alright…” Lee huffed before silencing. The outrage from the Gryffindor stands endured a battle between the cheers and hoots from Slytherin house as Stacey Linkman caught the Snitch. “Slytherin cheats their way to victory in this one…” grumbled Lee, “Slytherin wins.”

“Get out of the way,” you could hear and see Fred shoving Angelina and Katie to the side. Soon he was by yours, George pushed the rest of the team out. 

“Think I broke…” you mumbled. “Arm,” you held your right up before cursing loudly, “ow!”

“I told you not to play!” Fred grumbled loudly. “I said ‘sit this one out, we’re going against Slytherin - your arm is already fractured!’ and you said, ‘no, Freddie, I want to play, it’s no fun watching you all!’ and I said, ‘well, fine, then, five Galleons if you break something,’ and you owe me five Galleons!”

You tried to cross your arms before realising you couldn’t, giving him a vicious death glare instead. “I’m going to kill those two cheats if it’s the last thing I can do…” he hissed, fire kindling dangerously in his eyes.

“No idea what he’s saying,” said Lee, still going on with the commentary. “Slytherin house looks like a bunch of smug cheats… and, look! Weasely’s playing doctor! Professor, let me have my fun!”

“Ouch…” you let out a small whimper, Fred’s eyes glowered dangerously as the Slytherin team walked over, smug smiles on each member’s face.

“Good game, L/N,” smirked Pucey, holding out his hand. “Let’s shake on it, eh? Oh, wait,” the rest of the team laughed loudly, cackling. “Must be upsetting, isn’t it, Freckle Fred, when your girlfriend’s the only toy you’ve got, you’re going to have to return her, you won’t even get fifty percent -” 

“Fred, stop,” you muttered. “Leave it alone,” Fred took no notice of your words. “Fred, it’s not worth it,” 

“Pucey has obviously said something offensive, Weasley’s face is even more red now, Weasley charges Pucey, Weasley Number Two doesn’t even bother to hold his brother back, this is getting interesting!”

“Got something to say, you -”

“Listen here, you little dingbat,” you were positive that you’d never seen Fred this angry since your second grade. “If you think for one second that Y/N is a toy -” he spat the words with disgust, nails digging into his palms. “You can go home to your little Death-Eater -” his snarl was furious, terrifying.

“Fred,” you muttered, “Fred, stop.”

“Come on, Fred, it’s not worth it, mate,” began George. You forced yourself to get up, knowing that Fred would never listen to anyone else. 

“Fred, let’s go,” you muttered again, “come on.” He ignored you.

Pucey smirked in satisfaction, crossing his arms with a snicker. 

“Well,” Pucey wore an even bigger smirk than he had before, “at least my parents spend their time with time-worthy people rather than yours with Mudbloods,”

Angelina and Katie let out angered gasps. You wished that you could shrink to the size of an ant - so small that not even derogatory terms would be able to hurt and embarrass you. 

Because even George was angry now. Not as angry as Fred was, but still angry. 

“Pucey calls Y/N a Mudblood, Merlin, he must be wishing for a good kick in the dick!” cackled Lee Jordan, a hint of disgust in his voice that only his close friends would be able to sift out. “Broken arm or two…”

“SHUT UP!” roared both Fred and Professor McGonagall. 

“Aren’t you thick?” growled Fred, “haven’t your foul parents taught you to read a room?”

“They have,” snapped Pucey back, “and I do, only when I want to.”

“You over entitled piece of -” began George loudly.

“Who are his parents, anyway?” Whispered Katie. Oliver shrugged, watching silently.

Fred’s lip curled.

“One’s in Azkaban,” he stood his ground, and the other’s friends with the Malfoys. Bill told us last year,” hissed Fred.

“At least my parents taught me the worth of Muggles and their kids. Which is -” Adrian turned to you, “a big, fat, zero.”

Fred charged him.

“Don’t - you - dare - insult - her - or her - family - in front of - me - STUPEFY!”

“Fred!” 

“Weasley casts Stupefy on Pucey, serves him right!”

Fortunately, Fred didn’t get all of him. He did get his nose, though, and because Stupefy didn’t really work on body parts, there was a loud crack. You and the girls gasped, covering your mouths in horror.

George shook his head in dismay. 

Professor McGonagall, Snape, Madame Hooch and Promfrey came running down.

“Fifty points from Gryffindor! Detention, Mr. Weasley! A week’s worth -”

“Now, now, Professor Snape,” Professor McGonagall came to Gryffindor (and Fred’s)’s rescue, tutting loudly. “Although duelling is against school rules, Mr. Weasley had a very good reason for it - Mr. Pucey did break Miss L/N’s arm (with aid from Mr. Zabini, who will be put on a week’s worth of Quidditch ban, Mr. Pucey will also be spending that week’s ban in the Hospital Wing, and Madame Pomfrey will put him in her utmost care (although not too comfortable)), and I will be deducting fifty points from Slytherin for the use of derogatory language and violence and I will ask Madame Hooch what she would like to do.”

Snape seethed through his nose.

“Yes, Minerva, a week’s worth of Quidditch ban will be perfect for Mr. Zabini. Miss L/N may have to take a few day’s break and because Slytherin cheated their way to victory, Gryffindor win.” Madame Hooch waved her wand and you assumed that the numbers on the scoreboard had changed.

“Lemons really do make lemonade! Broken arms award ten winning points! L/N, break a literal leg next week, please!”

Gryffindor house roared with laughter.

“Alright, Miss L/N, Mr. Pucey, come with me...”

I suck at endings lmaoooooo. I AM SO SORRY I TOOK LIKE TEN YEARS TO WRITE THIS OMG THE OTHERS ARE COMING I PROMISE GUYS

MASTERLIST

[crastledivorce]

@petrichormeraki 

I made some characters for bbau awhile back (with some input from @rose-icosahedron and I just realized I never made an actual post about them so here it is :)

First up is Sunset. She’s the child of Lizzie and Cleo, made through cloning some time during Last Life. Her moms had a messy breakup (I feel like in LL burning down someone’s base is kinda the equivalent of keying someone’s car) so she spent her childhood bouncing between Empires and Hermitcraft. Since e!Lizzie is her mom, that makes her the crown princess of the Ocean Empire (I did specifically imagine her as Lizzie’s oldest child, sorry if this conflicts w anyone else), so she spent more time there. Sunset is cheerful, curious, and loves nature. She spends a lot of time hiking. She’s self-confident and independent, which is great, but can also be overly stubborn and unwilling to compromise. Sunset can enjoy socializing but values her alone time. If she does not get enough hours of alone a day she will bite. 

Family relationships-wise, she doesn’t always get along with Lizzie. She feels uninterested in the responsibilities of ruling the Ocean Empire, feels pressure to do so, and feels like Lizzie doesn’t make enough effort to connect with her over her own interests. At the end of the day they do still have a loving mother-daughter relationship though, I think they’d mostly resolve their issues around when Sunset is 18. Since Joel and Lizzie are married, he also raised her so she considers him a father. Gee, Sunset, why do you get three parents? And also Jeremy too but. Not much to say there. They banter a lot. Sunset is always really excited to get to see Cleo, since she doesn’t get to see her other mom as much due to the different servers. Sometimes she feels a bit jealous of Cleo’s other kids. When Sunset was 11 Cleo got her a hat shaped like a spider and she wore it nonstop for months. 

Her name comes from her hair, it’s literally red, with some shades of orange and pink. She has some of Lizzie’s axolotl features. Small arm fins, gills, and a tail. She was more axolotl-y when she was younger, she also had leg fins and webbed feet, but those disappeared by the time she was a teenager. Sorry Sunset. Puberty sucks, and you are only half-axolotl hybrid. Sunset is 5′6, average height, but considering that Lizzie is 10 feet and I hc Cleo as like, 6′something, she feels extremely cheated. Understandable lol. She likes practical, comfortable clothing, bright colors, and has a large collection of silly barrettes to keep her hair out of her eyes. 

She has trouble connecting to people, because she doesn’t quite understand socializing, but can get very excited and loyal around people she likes. And it isn’t too hard to get her to like you. Just ask about her interests and respect her alone time when she needs it. I have some thoughts on what she’d be like older/younger but mostly I imagine her in her preteen/early teens ish.

I have some ideas for how she’d get along with her friends/siblings but this is already long enough. If anyone wants to talk to me about making our ocs be friends, please do! (this feels like I’m setting up a playdate /pos). 

My other fanchild is Jeremy. I will admit I do not know as much about him. He was also created during Last Life, and is the child of Joel and Scar. They weren’t dating or anything, the magic of Magical Mountain just kind of manifested their child one day. This kind of thing just happens sometimes. (Rose and I agree that Jeremy and Madrone should in fact be friends). Joel picked the name. Joel and Scar weren’t expecting this, they just looked at the baby with vague confusion, so Scar wasn’t going to argue when Joel suggested Jeremy. It’s a good name! Scar did not, in fact, know at the time that Joel had previously created a religion around the name, but he thought it was funny when he found out. Joel was pleased about this. Lizzie wouldn’t let him name a child Jeremy. 

Jeremy is a cryptid. He likes being unsettling on purpose. It’s his main hobby. He doesn’t need to blink and he just stands there staring at people. He has a large scar on his leg from when he was reading in a tree and fell out of the tree. His favorite genres of book are murder mystery and romance novels. Jeremy likes to test people at first. If you do find him weird? Weak. He does not want to be around you anyway. No pity (he gets it from his dads). 

He has unnaturally-bright-looking green eyes that glow in the dark (he can’t actually see in the dark but he refuses to admit this), perpetually-messy hair that he dyes it a new color every month (naturally light brown), and a lanky 6′4 frame. Sometimes people think Jeremy is older than his actual age (early teens ish) because of how tall he is. He will not admit his actual age when people guess. He just makes them guess and then responds by shrugging.

Jeremy’s somewhat secretive, but not because he has any dark secrets to hide, he just thinks it’s funny. He’s right. Often he lies, for the same reason. He is more open with friends though. 

Some Images:

Sunset (age 12ish)

Jeremy (also around 12. I think. unless he tricked me somehow)

Sunset, throughout the years 

Sunset, age 18-20ish

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Happy bday to the fantastic @perseusannabeth !!! First person I ever got the notifications on here on tumblr and that writes the most perfect fics ever even tho you kill me with the angst sometimes

I really wanted to update P&P for your bday but uni finals are a toxic thing and I couldn’t. Instead, I present you a Nessian HC after the mating ceremony!

After the mating ceremony, Cassian and Nesta stay two weeks at the House because of the mating frenzy.

Given that those two idiots finally admitted their feelings and are over the ‘iT’s OnLy SeX’ bullshit they can’t keep their hands to themselves.

Cassian’s love language is touch and he’d be damned if he didn’t shower Nesta with love 24/7

I’m talking holding hands, kissing her nose, cuddles, snuggling close to her when they’re laying down

He can’t stop touching her and neither can Nesta

She’s not much of PDA but for Cassian she makes an exception

They have wild and rough sex because of the frenzy, but they are also so fucking soft with each other and when they make love it’s always as magical and special when they did it in Solstice

Nesta noticed how Cassian always paid attention when she was brushing her hair, so now he’s the one who does it

The smile he gave her when she asked him to brush it was the most precious thing she’d ever seen

Cassian shares with Nesta his hair routine (because his hair is that good and she’s insanely obsessed with it too) and now they’re that couple who had the best hair™️

Cassian learns how to braid and braids Nesta’s hair all the time when they’re going out.

She only lets her hair down when they’re at home.

Nesta also braids his hair and he loves it.

After the two weeks, Nesta thought they were going back to their normal lives

She was wrong

Cassian informed Rhysand he and Nesta were going on their honeymoon and that they’re not to be bothered for the next month or two

Rhysand obviously agreed because a) Cassian never took a vacation in his 500 years of life b) they deserved it after all the shit they went through

Cassian gave Nesta a journal with their itinerary, but said they didn’t have to follow it and could change some stuff if they felt like it

He did it because he knew how she likes to be prepared and in control of the situation

“It’s my mating gift to you. Feyre once told me you wanted to see the world. I want to show it to you.”

Nesta loved it.

She had given Cassian the other sword she had Made.

“I think it’d be nice if we matched” she had told him while he unsheathed the sword, mesmerised once again how beautiful it was, and he could she was blushing a little

“What should I name it? I want it to match Ataraxia’s name”

“Maybe Silver Majesty” Nesta’s reply had Cassian flicking her nose and laughing

Their first stop was at Illyria

Cassian showed Nesta his house there, took her hiking (a proper hiking trip this time) and cooked for them traditional Illyrian food.

After that they went to Day Court.

Helion was happy to receive them and specially delighted when Nesta asked about his famous library

No need to say she spent a lot of time there

They wore traditional Day Court attire and Cassian almost died when he saw Nesta

Her reaction was similar to his because his muscles were very much on display and he had braided his hair in one of her favourite styles

Next stop was Dawn Court

Cassian took Nesta flying a lot in their stay there

She liked to fly very high, among the clouds, during sunset

She gradually lost her fear of flying in the time they spent there

She knew Cassian would never drop her

He was very happy when she asked him to fly faster and screamed in delight, the wind kissing her face

Nesta also took notes about the Dawn Court architecture and design. She was having ideias to refurnish the House.

She wrote her ideias down in the journal Cassian had given her and transformed it into their trip journal. She wrote about their day, glued tickets from operas, restaurants they had gone to, even the small poem Cassian had attempt to write her

When they went to Winter Court they had a snowball fight, Cassian boasting all the time how he had won that year’s SnowBall Battle

His snowman, however, lost to Nesta’s

They did snow angels (or ‘bat angels’ according to Cassian)

They also spent some quite days inside the guest manor Viviane and Kallias had showed them.

Nesta would wear big sweaters and fuzzy socks and let her hair down all the time

She hugged Cassian when they were on the couch or the fluffy carpet reading or just resting after eating chocolate cake (Cassian had learned how to bake her favourite

“You’re so hot I don’t think we need the fireplace”

“I know”

“I didn’t mean it like that stupid bat”

But Cassian indeed was a living furnace and they didn’t use that much fur blankets because of that

Nesta liked to warm her cold feet when they were cuddling and Cassian would always complain how cold she was

But he always hugged her closer

Summer Court was a bit trickier to go to given Cassian’s banishment

But he talked with Varian and called favours from the males in the Summer Court military that he knew

Tarquin ended up allowing them to go but they stayed in a beach house, far from the city so Cassian would not cause problems

They didn’t care, it gave them privacy and they had their own private beach

First time Cassian saw Nesta in a bikini he spit the beer he was drinking and almost fell face down on the sand

He had seen her naked, but to see Nesta in a red bikini (the exact same colour as his Siphons), hair in a high bun that gave him full view of her neck (‘why was her neck so sexy?’) and large sun hat was a different experience

Nesta also didn’t complain about seeing Cassian only in swim drunks and shirtless all the time

She didn’t like to go very deep in the water because it reminded her of the Cauldron, but when she did Cassian would hug her all time and she’d feel the safest she’d ever felt

They had a sandcastle competition

Nesta won when Cassian accidentally destroyed his

He had been running, his hands full of seashells to decorate it when he stepped on a crab and feel on top of his castle

Nesta laughed so much her stomach hurt and she started crying

Cassian didn’t care one bit because seeing Nesta so free and happy was all he needed

They both got a tan

Nesta’s freckles on her nose, shoulders and back were more visible, her hair got lighter and even her eyes seemed to be bluer

Cassian’s scars were highlighted because of his tan, and Nesta spend an awful lot of time running her hands over them

She specially liked his eyebrow scar

She kissed his scars all the time

It was her way of assuring Cassian she loved him and that his scars didn’t bother her

If anything, they made him even more beautiful

Not that she told him that, his ego didn’t need it

They did not go to either Spring (allergies and well, Tamlin) or Autumn (things with Beron were not good and Cassian still did not trust Eris)

When they finally came back — needing Varian to winnow them back to Velaris given how much souvenirs and other things they had bought — you could practically see how closer they were

They had sometimes fought during their travels but they always made up

They had talked a lot too

Of the past, the present and the future

And when they arrived at the House — welcome back meal already served for them, courtesy of the House, who had missed them a lot — Nesta and Cassian knew they were home

And that as long they were together they’d be happy, no matter the rocky path they had to face

[fenristheorem]

Hello, how are you?? Could you write hcs or a one-shoy, whatever you prefer, about Lance first time with Gardienne?

Hello! I’m doing very well, thank you! I hope you’re doing well, too.^^

Writing this as a short-story/scenario because I have a good idea of how to write this situation and I really want to go in-depth about this (it's basically a thirst post). Also, this got pretty long, so don’t expect to be able to finish it within a quick minute or two lol.

*Note: This ask is requesting a sexual situation, so there’s going to be major NSFW in this and it’s going to be descriptive and filthy. I’m also writing Guardienne as having experience in this field - this is written only as the first time having sex with Lance, not in general. I imagine the sexual nature of this ask is not much of an issue (seeing that if you’re deciding to read this then that’s probably what you’re seeking), but I like to give warnings just in case so there’s no confusion. There will be explicit swearing as well. Don’t read this if you know you’re uncomfortable with descriptive sexual situations.

~Under the cut~

Lance's first time with Guardienne:

The quiet night air was tinged with a chill as Lance and Guardienne meandered along the pathways through the guard. Stars had only just recently driven the sun from the sky and midnight blue gave way to the ink black of night. Only a few silvery clouds drifted across the stars, barely visible, and none touched the luminescent glow of the moon that proudly claimed the night sky.

The guard had been peaceful as of late; no threats to worry about for many weeks now and many of the hardest missions had been dealt with, companions have been calm and foreign affairs have been quiet. Many tasks that were necessary for guards-members to complete had been finished, leaving mostly benign, minuscule chores behind that could be completed in less than a few hours. It’s for those reasons alone that Lance and Guardienne had decided to share a date night, planning to stay up late after the stars had appeared and allowing themselves to rise late the next day.

Their night so far had consisted of enjoying a small, private dinner together, and watching the sunset while cradled within the roots of a mangled tree by the beach cliff. Now, only a short while after the sunset, they ambled slowly back to their rooms, stealing kisses and affectionate touches while kept under the safe cover of the dark of night.

Hushed laughs lingered in the air as they talked, tossing playful banter at one another and quieting a bit more once they entered the Hall of Guards. In here it was more likely for someone to hear them, and they wished to head to the rooms peacefully - without being noticed. However, a quick sweep of the scene told them that no one else was with them and - despite the need to be quiet - their small banter quickly turned into an attempted chase sparked from a playful bet.

Guardienne quietly leaped away from Lance as he advanced on her - grinning and preparing to sprint further from his reach in a playful game of chase - only for large hands to grasp her firmly at the hips and walk her backward until she was pinned tightly between one of the monumental pillars and Lance’s tall form. Something stirred inside her as she let him press against her, a small little spark that made her heart beat a bit faster, and knowing that he was feeling assertive at the moment - evident by the fiery glint in his eyes and the small smirk he wore - only served to encourage her submission to his wishes as she was pinned against the pillar.

Guardienne rested her arms across broad shoulders - above the spiked shoulder pads - as hushed words and coy smiles passed between them, slowly closing in upon each other to steal kisses between words and growing more and more fervent with every touch of their lips. Lance brought a hand up, grabbing her lightly at the throat to tilt her head up before trailing his mouth downward along her jaw, nipping and sucking as he fell upon her neck and moved his hand back to the nape of her neck to tangle in her hair. Guardienne’s head fell back, cradled by his hand and resting back against the pillar as her mouth parted to allow ragged breaths and an occasional breathy moan from his possessive ministrations. She was quickly overtaken with pleasure - beginning to translate that into quiet, lustful sounds - and found that, no matter how hard she tried, she was forgetting that they were still in a public place and could be seen if not careful.

In a way, she should have expected this to happen; although they had never yet spent a night together, wrapped in each other’s arms as they panted and fell into each other with heated gasps, they had experienced their fair share of chemistry together and knew very well that things can pick up quickly between them. It was both of their fault that they were risking themselves being seen like this in public now. However, as Lance kept her small form pressed tightly to his, she found she quickly had a hard time caring about being exposed - she just wanted more from him.

“Hush... you wouldn’t want to wake anyone, would you?” Lance’s voice was a low, rasping rumble. Affectionate yet cruel teasing laced his tone as he spoke to her, barely breaking apart from her neck.

Guardienne bit her lip to silence herself as his attack on the soft part of her neck sent electricity coursing through her, bolting between her bones and tumbling through her veins as she dug her nails as best she could into the dragon’s cold armor and pulled him closer. She felt as though she could barely breathe - a good type of breathless - as she scrambled to secure a hold on him, clinging desperately through the intense pleasure. 

Lance’s hand trailed back down, slowly, as he growled and savored the feel of her body, molding to the curve of her back. He gripped her hips before both hands crawled further behind her to hold just beneath her rear.

Guardienne steeled herself against his broad shoulders and jumped, allowing him to hold her up underneath her thighs as she curled her legs tight around his hips. He held her close against him again, leaning his weight into her to pin her back against the pillar as he sucked and sank his teeth lightly into her neck for a moment - the thought of marking her flashing quickly through his mind - before letting go and brushing his lips against velvety skin as he raised to meet her lips. Guardienne was acutely aware of the wetness pooling between her parted legs as he continued - the burning, aching need accentuated now that she could press her slickening core against his sturdy hips and imagine smooth, heated skin instead of the thick cloth armor that hid his hardened length.

A moan nearly escaped her again as she kissed back earnestly, trying to relay how urgent her need was as she sucked and pulled at his lower lip with her teeth and ground her hips against his, desperate to feel him where she needed it most. She still was acutely aware that they were in public - inappropriate territory for this passion - but she paid no mind to it now; she could only imagine herself laid on Lance’s bed with his powerful body tensed above her.

Lance hissed a rumbling, low growl at her ministrations as he pulled back and thunderous shivers rolled through her from the sound, leaving her gasping for breath as he dropped her legs, one after the other to assure she was steady. Guardienne gasped as he pulled away completely, leaving her cold and uncomfortable, and she opened her eyes only to shiver as she met his gaze; burning with heat and passion that would make the forge fires seem like a meek spark in comparison.

He traced her lower lip with a thumb and took her hand gently in the other as he turned to face his back towards the Hall of Doors, backing up a few paces and pulling her with him towards his room without breaking the intense eye contact. Lance knew that their patience and modesty were starting to slip, the risk of them being caught increasing more as they let themselves indulge in such an open place. It was better to be by his bedroom door - or even better; in his room - when they gave into their carnal instincts.

Guardienne threw herself at him, eagerly agreeing to his intentions as she came to realize them, and gripped the edge of his armor to pull him down so she could lock their lips again. He released her hand to rest both his hands on her waist, allowing a few scarred fingers to slip beneath her shirt and brush affectionately against her feverish skin as he pulled her with him.

They stumbled - quietly aside from rasping breaths and wet, open-mouthed kisses - into the Hall of Doors, and Lance nearly flung her against the hallway wall to take her then and there as she began to work desperately at unbuckling the outermost layers of his armor. He stifled a growl that rose in his throat - aggression kicking in at the pure need he felt for her and knowing how close he was to having her in his territory - when he remembered how close they were to the other rooms. Lance knew if he let her start the undressing out here their needs would also be finished out here, and they probably wouldn’t be able to be very quiet about it either. That couldn’t happen; maybe another time when they’re feeling dangerous and can hush themselves, but not this first time.

He heaved a rough breath as he parted from her soft lips and grabbed both of her wrists, holding her pleading, lust-filled gaze with his own darkened eyes as he walked her back against his door. How precious she looked with wet, parted lips, panting, and shimmering eyes - he could barely wait to hear her moaning his name underneath him as he relentlessly fucked himself into her. That thought alone made his cock throb with surging anticipation.

Lance closed in on her, keeping his head bowed to hold her gaze with his as their hot, ragged breaths intermingled. He released a wrist, her trembling hand coming back to rest on his chest as he reached to search for his door key and blindly fidget with the lock. He needed her now. They could only be silent for so long - that time having passed now - and Lance was aching to hear her moan his name.

Guardienne couldn’t wait for the key before kissing him again, though, and attempted to arch against him, nudging forward to try and hungrily claim his lips - only for Lance to quickly release her other wrist and take her chin between his thumb and forefinger to stop her advancement. He raised his head and reared back just faintly as he avoided her mouth by mere centimeters, her newly released hand resting on his neck to try and pull him close. His gaze flicked from hers, down to her lips, and back again, a faint smirk raising his parted lips and amusement lingering in hungry blue eyes as electric tension crackled between them. Then he breathed a laugh, amused by her attempt and knowing the he was just as close as she was to breaking and throwing himself on her.

However, this sparked a somewhat playful side as well, and she huffed a desperate, frustrated breath as he held her just before him to tempt her, close enough to practically feel the smoldering heat of his mouth on hers but holding far enough away so she was denied the real feeling.

Guardienne quickly understood his game and irritation now faintly lingered alongside the need she felt; he wanted her to wait. Wait to kiss him until he gave permission.

Suddenly it seemed as though he hadn’t changed after all these years - still teasing her and holding what she wants most just before her grasp - but she knew contrary to that. His actions had proved his change many times over, and yet she recognized this passionate, intense streak. It was the same one that he had all those years ago when he was Ashkore, now holding her captive to him once again in a very different manner with very different intentions. Guardienne knew that it was this aggressive streak that was going to drown her in pleasure as she lay in his bed tonight, and as much as she once feared that feral streak, it was now one of the few things that she most wanted to witness him succumb to.

A click broke the silent air and Lance pushed the door open with narrowed, dangerous eyes, finally allowing her the relief of his rough kiss as he backed her into his room, her hands traveling hungrily across his chest and shoulders to work at his armor again. He growled low as he licked her bottom lip before parting her lips and slipping his tongue into her mouth, dropping the key to his room on the floor in the process. He didn’t care where it landed as long as he could still find it later.

The door shut behind them - Lance being sure to lock it - and Guardienne finally allowed herself to release a shaky moan as he stole her breath and entwined his tongue with hers.

The shoulder pads fell to the floor with a weighted clank as Guardienne unlatched the first layer of the dragon’s heavy blue-silver armor, and the belt and cloths around his waist followed quickly. Lance spared his attention for only long enough to assure that his sword and dagger were placed safely out of their way - walking a few steps away to rest them at a junction where a wall met the bedside table - and Guardienne met his icy, burning gaze without hesitance as he turned back to look at her with hunger and ferocity; a carnal nature in the tense shifting of his shoulders and feral look with his smoldering ice blue eyes and jagged scars across his nose as he stalked towards her. Faintly, she remembered how possessive and territorial dragons could be, and the knowledge that they weren’t in public anymore weighed heavier now than it did a few moments ago as she realized; she was in his territory now, and he wasn’t going to hold back any instinctual nature in the sanctuary of his room. This idea sent a shiver down her spine that made her core quake.

She took a step forward to meet him, trembling under his animalistic gaze, but still leaning eagerly into his broad chest as he wrapped his arms around her waist and leaned down to meet her lips with a ferocity that he held back before. Her hands traced his powerful shoulders, one settling to grip his neck while the other reached up to pull at the tie keeping his hair back. It dropped to the floor as a few strands of hair fell to frame his face, and she tangled her hand in his silvery white hair and tugged.

Lance rasped the faintest of moans as their lips parted - a cavernous, breathy sound that made her face hot and her most sensitive parts clench with need. He pulled back from her just enough to remove any outer layers of clothing on her upper body before grasping her shirt and yanking upwards. Guardienne responded quickly, eagerly letting him remove the shirt - nearly tearing it - and expose her inside the cool, dark room as his hands went to exploring her smooth skin.

Her hands and gaze settled on his chest as he began to walk her back towards his bed, and she worked quickly to remove the rest of the heavy armor covering his upper body, knowing all the while that he was just waiting for her to look into his captivating gaze again.

Each piece of armor fell to the floor with a heavy thud until he was wearing only a thin black undershirt that hugged his muscular form tightly, and only then did she look back up into Lance’s gleaming blue eyes again. A bolt of static heat shot through her, pooling in her lower stomach and simmering between her legs as she allowed her hands to travel - steadily holding his blazing gaze as she did - across hard, strong arms, broad shoulders and his firm chest before he dragged her into him to steal her lips with drowning passion. Only a few miniscule seconds passed before the black shirt also landed on the floor. He lifted Guardienne again with ease, her legs wrapped tight around his bare torso, before laying her back against the soft blankets of his bed.

She gasped as his weight pressed her into the blankets, feeling hard muscles and smooth, scarred skin hold her down as his lips left to assault her neck like earlier. Guardienne could do nothing expect dig the nails of one hand into the tough skin of his naked back while the other hand gripped soft silver hair and tugged again. This drew a feral grunt, nearly a snarl, from him as he bit her lip and allowed his own hands to travel slowly down her sides, suspending some of his weight on her and some on his knees as he lay on top of her. One hand stilled just above her waist so he could rest weight on that arm while the other hand came to her thigh - still wrapped tight around his hips - and dragged his nails roughly along the fabric separating their skin, gripping and holding under her leg just before her knee.

Guardienne shifted without thinking - desperately needing to be closer to him - and spread her legs just a bit further, pulling his hips against hers hungrily as she tightened her legs around him and pressed her own hips up to him. With only the fabric of their pants covering them, she could easily feel his large bulge pressing against her core, tempting her further to grind herself against him as best she could while letting out a breathy moan. Her underwear was completely soaked now, beginning to be uncomfortable in comparison to the thought of Lance’s hot skin, and she was unsure how much longer she could hold out to his gestures before practically begging him to fuck her.

Lance tightened his grip momentarily as pleasure rippled through him before settling at the base of his cock, biting down on her neck as he thrust himself against her in response - seeking just a bit more of that wonderful feel - before releasing her neck and pressing a deep, hungry kiss to her lips. Guardienne moaned and savored the feel of his soft lips and his musky, sharp taste before he backed away, leaving her to tip her head back and pant through parted lips as he trailed downward - kissing first along her neck, and then on the bare skin of her breasts uncovered by the bra, which quickly found its way to the floor. He swiped his tongue over a nipple and Guardienne breathed another lewd moan, digging the nails of one hand into his strong shoulder while the other gripped the bicep of an arm, the muscles bunched and solid as he rested his weight on it. 

Guardienne bit her lower lip and arched her back as Lance took her nipple into his mouth, sucking harsh but attentively as his tongue flicked and teased her bud. She couldn’t withhold the breathy, howling groan that slipped from her this time - it was a good thing guard was built quite solid and, therefore, quite soundproof within the rooms - and she nearly howled again as he moved to give her other breast the same attention.

Everything he was doing to her drove her mad. She couldn’t catch a breath, and while she desperately gasped for air, she also wanted to sink in and drown in the overwhelming ecstasy he sparked sinfully deep within her soaking core.

“Lance~” She gasped his name, on the verge of begging for him as she ground herself - nearly painfully - against his covered shaft.

This wasn’t her first time, she’s done this before, but he did things to her that no man could ever do to her. Guardienne did her best to hold out and enjoy the foreplay, but the clothing on her lower half have become far too uncomfortable by now, and she needed him to relieve her of the cruel confinement.

Lance pulled back with a gentle nip of her bud, finally allowing her to gasp a breath. He knew what she wanted; so he shifted, sitting up at the edge of the bed to start by removing her shoes and setting them on the floor. Guardienne took a moment to ground herself before leaning up on her elbows, his blue eyes glancing over to meet her gaze with a promising glare of a long, sinful night, and she resolved to helping him by beginning to remove her pants. While she dealt with her pants and socks, Lance stood and removed his own boots and socks, turning back to stand before her once done and leaning forward to tilt her head up and kiss her.

Guardienne made quick work of his pants, undoing any clasps and belts as she kissed and nipped along his lower abdomen - much to his surprise. He wondered for a moment of her intentions - being so close to his cock like that as she worked her mouth on his skin - but didn’t push anything and stepped back to remove the clothing. He gave neither of them time to be nervous as he quickly lifted her by her hips again to pull her onto him.

He kneeled on his bed now - Guardienne stable against his shoulders and thoroughly enjoying being man-handled if the molten heat simmering in her core and slickness between her legs gave her a hint - before he pushed her back against his bed and traced his hands along her inner thighs. For a mere few seconds Guardienne let her hands and eyes wander, burning into her mind the slope of his wide shoulders, the span of his broad chest as he breathed deep, the impressive muscle tone of his arms and abdomen - even letting her gaze rest on the prominent, large outline of his cock, hidden still by the last piece of clothing he wore but making her core clench achingly for him all the same.

Lance allowed himself the few seconds to glance over her as well, nearly purring at how wonderful she looked panting and blushing beneath him, before eagerly noting how wet she was if the intoxicating smell of her arousal - noticed specifically by his heightened sense of smell from being a dragon -  and heavily darkened spot on her underwear were any hint. He wasted no time in grasping her hips again as she lay on his bed and roughly dragging her closer to him, leaning over her with a growl to rest his weight on her.

Guardienne let him drag her closer, glancing once at feral blue eyes before closing her own to embrace the heat of his tanned skin as he slowly settled upon her and pressed their hips together again, burying his face in her neck to bite and suck as he ground his hips into hers. She arched her back and moved with him, gasping a moan as latent heat flooded through her and her heartbeat picked up to the point where she could feel it pounding within her chest. Her arms found their way around Lance’s powerful shoulders as he shifted his weight to one arm, pulling his lower half away from her to brush his hand down her side and rest on her thigh.

Lance nearly trembled with anticipation, quietly heaving deep breaths against her neck as his length strained painfully against the last piece of cloth he wore - the pain countered only by the crackling pleasure that coursed through him when he rut himself against her. He knew she was ready, and perhaps nearly as desperate as him to finally feel the warmth of the other, so he slid his fingers beneath her underwear. He trailed along her hip at first, but slowly, teasingly, drew closer to the soaked spot between her legs.

Guardienne panted and arched her head back into the bed at this, trying to shift her hips to urge his fingers closer, only for him to pause until she stopped squirming.

“Lance...” Her voice shivered with an undertone of desperation; she needed him, needed any sort of touch at her core.

“Again.”

Lance brought his mouth just before hers so she could feel the brushing of his lips and the heat of his breath, his voice nothing more than a gravely mumble as she began moaning for him. His hand continued to drift closer to her core, his index finger now curling around her underwear just in front of where it was soaked.

Guardienne bit her lip for a moment and opened her eyes into narrow slits as she panted, smoldering pleasure rippling beneath the surface of her skin as she looked into Lance’s cold blue eyes that were narrowed and gleaming with lust and anticipation.

Her shy hesitance explained enough for Lance, but he wasn’t going to let this pass by so easily.

His tongue flicked out to lick his lips, savoring her taste on him and grazing her own as he stared heatedly into her eyes. He barely tilted his head, pressing just the slightest bit closer to allow their lips to brush with the slightest bit more pressure as tension simmered in the air between them.

“Say my name again.” Lance growled, and for a moment he thought that perhaps he was the one pleading to her. He didn’t care though, he needed to hear his name spoken so heavily on her sweet lips again.

The hand curled around her underwear shifted the slightest, gently rubbing against her skin, but he still refused to move the cloth anywhere - not until she moaned his name again.

Guardienne brought a hand up to rest on his neck as she held his gaze, tracing a few scars as she stroked along his jaw and down to his collarbone.

“Lance...”

His name was spoken, whispered low with such lust and wanton that he nearly shivered. He growled and leaned down, pressing his lips to hers in a deep, burning kiss before slipping his tongue into her mouth again. Guardienne pressed up to him - eagerly kissing back - before he moved his hand, slowly removing her underwear as it slid down her legs.

She clutched the back of Lance’s neck as he removed her underwear, sliding it down while he traced her inner thigh with his palm. Cold flooded between her legs as she breathed a sigh of relief feeling the soaked underwear finally gone, only one or two strands of her slickness branching the distance between her core and the cloth before snapping and slowly dripping down onto the blanket. Lance shifted a bit, allowing one of her legs to curl up enough to slip out of the underwear before running his palm up the inner side of her freed leg.

Guardienne’s breathing quickened as she felt his hand high between her thighs, panting to the point where she had to pull away from his lips so she could breath properly, and he resorted to kissing sensually along her jawline again as she braced against him with her hand on his nape and the other gripping his muscular back. She burned between her legs, sure that she was dripping out onto the bed as she anticipated Lance’s touch, only to be soothed as his fingers finally brushed her slick folds.

One scarred finger dipped inside her warmth, sliding deeper until his knuckles were pressed against her, and she threw her head back as she clenched around him, releasing a long moan and clinging to Lance as though her sanity depended on it. Her breathing turned ragged again and she found she could barely move against him, her muscles refusing to do as she commanded as she tried to grind against his hand.

Lance kept his hand still for a moment, his breath hitching as he recalled his finger slipping so easily inside of her silken folds. His thoughts began to run, imagining what it would be like for his length to finally sink into her; warm, slick and tight around him. Slowly he withdrew his finger, his cock throbbing painfully against his underwear as he clenched his jaw and tried to keep his breath steady, before stopping at her entrance and slipping two fingers inside her this time. He groaned as Guardienne clenched around him again, moaning and clawing at his skin as he pressed in until he couldn’t go deeper, then curled his two fingers within her.

Guardienne cried out and arched her back - sure that her nails must be close to drawing blood by now, but unable to even begin to worry about it - before Lance’s self-control broke and he claimed her lips in a messy, passionate kiss. The simmering, smoldering tension between them snapped as Lance curled his fingers again - and then another time - keeping Guardienne under a constant state of pure ecstasy as he pressed into her relentlessly.

“Lance... please!”

Through the electric haze and his feral, biting kisses, she managed to cry out for him, dragging her nails from his neck, down his shoulder, and to his chest as she panted. Desperate tension shattered into boiling heat that flooded through her, urging her to seek further touch.

Lance withdrew his fingers and pulled his lips away from hers as her hand traveled shakily down his chest and abdomen. He momentarily froze, his hand now resting on Guardienne’s thigh to keep her open while his other arm rested half beneath her to lay the palm of his hand on her upper back.

Her fingers fumbled with the waistband of his underwear before slipping underneath and taking his hardened, pulsing cock in hand. Lance’s breathing hitched as she felt him, passing her thumb over his thick head to spread a bit of the pre-cum that seeped out. She brought her other arm down from around his shoulder, tracing slower along his chest and abdomen this time to savor the hard feel of muscle and scars as she adjusted her grip, beginning to slide her hand along his shaft.

Lance grunted and snapped his eyes shut to embrace the feel, arching over her slightly as he thrust his hips in time with her movement, and she watched with darkened eyes the rippling of his muscles as he growled and fucked into her hand. She squeezed once and Lance snarled as his whole body tensed, curling his fingers into the bed sheet and sinking his teeth - as gently as possible in his state of feralness - into the junction of her neck and shoulder. He let go soon after as a shudder rocked through him, groaning lowly as he set a pace to fuck her hand.

Guardienne bit her lip and let her gaze sweep over him, admiring the way his abdomen tensed and relaxed as he thrust, the rapid rise and fall of his broad chest as he growled breaths, and the stony firmness of his arms as he anchored himself around her. She tilted her head and pressed her lips to his neck and jaw, lightly sucking as he thrust roughly into her hand until she could feel the groomed silver hair at his thick base. Feeling his cock throb again, she let go, pulling her hand out as her other hand traced a few more scars before moving the waistband of his underwear down.

He drew back to help her remove the last piece of clothing, throwing it over the edge of the bed with her underwear to land on the floor, before leaning back over her to take her lips in a starved kiss. One of his hands came to her leg again, assuring she stayed parted for him while the other slipped behind her head to hold her nape and tangle in her hair. Their hips pressed together again and he drew back from their kiss to rest the side of his head against hers, the hand holding her thigh now reaching to grasp his length and press the head of his cock against her folds.

Slowly, Lance eased into her, his thick length stretching her walls and filling her in a way that had her throwing her head back into his hand and crying breathy moans through parted lips. He savored her lewd sounds and her warm, slick walls, tensing himself to push in slowly instead of snapping his hips to meet hers. It had been a long while since either of them have done this with anyone, and he certainly wasn’t going to rush into this without considering that she needed to adjust to his size.

She tightened around him and dug her nails into his back as his hips finally met hers, pressing against her in a carnally satisfying manner. Her walls clenched rhythmically around him, and although she knew prior to this that he was quite large, she didn’t expect her core to feel that full from him. His length fueled an urge deep inside that encouraged her innermost walls to grip him tightly, a fulfilling yet agonizingly desperate feel rippling through her body as she accommodated his thickness.

Lance remained still for the moment as Guardienne panted and pulsed around him, biting his lip to keep control of his impulses, but her contractions around his shaft overcame his steadiness and he found himself rutting once against her hips. She released a breathy moan as his movement stirred an overflow of lustful need, shifting her hips to grind against him as she pulled him closer. He breathed something that sounded more like a growl as he moved his hand to her waist, his grip on her neck tightening just a bit as he pressed his weight onto her before slowly pulling his hips back until just his head was within her silky walls. Lance adjusted himself, anchoring her small form against him to assure she won’t move, before snapping his hips back to meet hers, thrusting his cock deep inside her dripping core.

Guardienne cried out, back arching and legs shaking as she pressed them against his hips to try and keep him close, her walls shuddering and pulsing around him with renewed need. He grunted as her nails clawed into his back like before, and he pulled back to thrust into her again, fucking her at a steady pace that had her moaning and squirming beneath him.

She clung to him as he set his rough pace, her face burying into his neck as she cried out for him and tensed around him. Every one of his strong thrusts and grunts sent a shiver through her bones that settled in her core, and she found herself becoming more sensitive to his touch as her end came in sight.

Lance settled on top of her completely, pressing his broad chest and shoulders to her smaller form and wrapping hard, muscled arms around her when he felt her pulsing quicken. He changed his pace as he held her, sweat beginning to intermingle and drip from them, and a feral aggressiveness manifested in his thrusts as he began to stagger and slip in and out of her with a new desperation. His nails dug into her skin as he throbbed within her, feeling his own end rising within him while she tilted her head again to kiss and nip messily at his neck, moaning desperate whines breathlessly next to his ear. He grunted, snapping his hips into her as she released a loud moan and wrapped her legs around his waist. Her breathing turned ragged as she clung to him with desperation, and he released another low groan as heat swept through him, seeking her lips one final time.

Guardienne panted and cried out again, throwing her head back as Lance changed his angle just a bit, hitting a weak spot deep inside her that made her muscles spasm and her thoughts black out. She howled his name as she dragged her nails across his back - red lines left in their wake - and shuddered around his cock with a strength that swept her away into lustful darkness.

Her tightened core threw Lance into his own climax, and as waves of sinful, black pleasure consumed Guardienne he snarled and tightened his hold on her, thrusting himself roughly into her heat one last time before stilling as his cock pulsed and his seed spilled deep inside her.

Gasping, ragged breaths mingled as they held tight to each other, shuddering and breathing moans as their highs melted slowly from them. Lance was the first to relax, adjusting his head to breathe in fresh air around them as thunderous pleasure rippled through him, growing weaker and weaker with every pass through his body. Guardienne, still clinging desperately to him, now began to relax as well, her legs unraveling from around his hips as her nails released his scarred skin.

Lance shifted himself again, making sure Guardienne could breathe despite his strong grip before leaning down and pressing an exhausted, sated kiss to her lips. She kissed back as he slipped his tongue into her mouth, letting out the faintest relieved moan as she tried to pull him just a slight bit closer. They quickly parted, however, when they found themselves still gasping for breath. 

Both of them lay there for another few minutes, letting the last of the carnal pleasure slip away from them before Lance lifted himself off of her, gently slipping his half-hard shaft from her. He steadied himself at the edge of the bed to lean down and take his black shirt from the floor.

Guardienne let him go without a fight, cool night air flooding over her form and making her shiver as he moved away from her, and she immediately missed feeling him against her as he leaned to retrieve his shirt. She reached a hand out to rest on Lance’s back, damp from sweat, and traced a few scars as she rolled onto her side. He glanced at her, vibrant blue eyes warm with affection as he spared a faint smile at her, before cleaning himself dry with the shirt.

Warmth seeped out from between her thighs as she lay admiring him, dripping along her skin and closing in on the blankets. Just as she was planning on how to deal with it, Lance turned and gently spread her legs a bit - her core throbbing once and skin shuddering as she was quickly reminded of what they just did - and pressed a kiss to her hip as he cleaned her off. Guardienne watched him intently, laying a hand on him when she could until he finally rested the used shirt on the floor and turned back to press his lips against hers. She rested her hands on his neck and kissed back, beginning to shift to help Lance move the blankets down.

They broke apart for a few moments as they settled into his bed - Lance making a mental note to change the blankets tomorrow - and Guardienne happily rested against his chest as he pulled her into his arms, resting on his back with the blankets covering only up to their torso to allow them to cool off. She pressed kisses to his chest and collar bone, exhaustion slowly beginning to take over her, and as she settled against his strong chest for the night she felt him press a kiss to her forehead.

Fortunately for them, the guard has been peaceful as of late, and they could sleep for as long as they wished into the following afternoon.

~Looking back on this now, I think this piece took me over 25-30 hours of pure writing and editing. I apparently don’t know that there’s such a thing as being modest and not investing too much time into a single short-story... but it’s NSFW with Lance, so it’s not like I had a choice in the first place lol. Personally, I feel I could have perhaps written this better, but I may also be thinking about it in a different way. This being their first time does change how I’d imagine their sex life otherwise, but I still had a wonderful time writing it. Fortunately, I have other NSFW asks for Lance to write as well, so this doesn’t mean the end of getting to write this topic.

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Landry Olsen Finding Out About Ethan and f!MC (Charlie) - Headcanon

for a long time, I’ve been meaning to make a fic about Landry finding out about Ethan and MC, and after reading @utterlyinevitable​‘s amazing HC, I was encouraged and inspired to finally write my HC out. Her characterization was incredible - truly wanted to punch Landry. 

Also, for me, MC is Charlie. I kept writing Charlie by accident, so MC is just Charlie now. 

It had been 10 years since Landry Olsen moved to Boston – and 7 years since he left.

Landry Olsen finished his residency at Mass Kenmore successfully but quietly. He did well but never distinguished himself. He was, at best, an upper middle candidate – good but never as good as the greats who walked the hall beside him.

Never as good as Charlie.

Charlie ended her residency at the helm of Edenbrook with a permanent position on the bolstered diagnostics team. Within a month of her completed residency, she had dozens of research offers, job opportunities, and even a handful of speaking invitations. She was the face of medicine.

It wasn’t fair, of course.

She was just lucky. She caught all the right breaks.

She didn’t work for it like Landry did.

At 29, Landry took a job in Chicago, determined to make a name for himself.

He worked hard. He did research. He stayed late, missing big events and dates. He neglected everything but his work. He was his job.

He wasn’t always the best. Sometimes, a star protégé would step in and outshine him, and he grit his teeth through every second. Usually, he tried to win favor by staying later that night or taking on bigger and better cases. Occasionally, he dipped back into old habits of sabotage, but he promised himself it would be the last time.

He earned his place. He earned this career. Hell, he deserved more!

It wasn’t his fault that he had missed all the biggest breaks.

Landry didn’t like being back in Boston – too many bad memories of disappointment and disgust.

He wanted to limit his time in Boston as much as possible. He was here for a conference, and as soon as it was over, he would be on a plane back to Chicago.

But he couldn’t help himself.

He had to see Edenbrook.

It looked… the same.

Even with a new sign and a new name, it was the same place.

A place of disappointment – of regret.

As Landry bought a cup of coffee from a nearby bodega, he imagined running into Charlie. He wondered what she looked like. He wondered if she still hated him.

Landry tried his hardest to stay away from the rumors about Charlie.

When he worked at Mass Kenmore, they were inescapable. She was magic back then. She cured a senator, survived a deadly bioweapon, and saved the hospital while she was at it. She even earned Ethan Ramsey’s friendship in the process.

Landry knew the rumors about them. According to all the best informants, they were always together, curing unknown diseases and steering medicine’s future. Occasionally, Landry heard hints of affection on Dr. Ramsey’s side. Once, he heard that she had been seen carpooling to work in the early hours of the morning.

As much as Landry wanted to know everything, he gagged when he heard about their partnership.

Landry should have been Ethan’s partner, not her.

And their friendship? Disgusting. Unethical, even. He never paid much mind to the rumors of romance. He knew Dr. Ramsey would never break so many rules. Nonetheless, Landry hated hearing about it.

But did any of that matter now?

It had been 7 years.

With a twinge of satisfaction, Landry liked to think that Charlie’s magic had worn off. A magical intern wasn’t a magical attending.

Maybe she ran out of luck.

As Landry walked the familiar path from Edenbrook to the nearest train station, he let himself daydream about Charlie struggling like he did. It made him feel more accomplished and self-assured.

It was during these musings that Landry Olsen saw Dr. Ramsey, his idol, for the first time in nearly a decade.

Ethan Ramsey sat outside at a nearby coffee shop, a medical journal in one hand and espresso in the other. He was older now, probably close to 50. His hair had greyed, and he wore a pair of glasses on his nose.

Landry lost his breath.

Even after Landry left Edenbrook, Ethan had been Landry’s hero. Landry read all of his research, even if he hated occasionally seeing Charlie’s name next to his under the title.

And Landry wanted to talk to him.

He wasn’t sure what exactly he wanted to say.

All he really knew was that he needed to clear his name. He needed to prove to Dr. Ramsey that, despite his transgressions during his intern year, he was a successful, competent doctor. He wasn’t just a dumb kid who jeopardized a whole hospital for his vengeance.

He imagined approaching Dr. Ramsey with a respectful yet cordial greeting. Maybe Ethan would remember him. Maybe Ethan would invite him to sit so they could discuss his career. Perhaps Landry could convince Ethan to join his latest research venture.

Maybe, after all this time, Landry could still make a good impression.

Maybe, one day, he could be Dr. Ramsey’s right-hand man.

Landry jammed the crosswalk button frantically, hoping to get to Ethan Ramsey as soon as possible.

Then, he saw her.

Charlie.

She looked the same, just a little older.

And with her, she carried two children. The first, a girl, was old enough to walk alongside her mother. She looked exactly like Charlie, same hair and same nose. The little girl giggled the entire time, making the small boy in the stroller laugh with glee.

Charlie had a… family.

Landry hesitated at the crosswalk and stared as the small family crossed his path.

He was so busy being astonished that Charlie had children that he missed all the clues.

Well, that was until the little girl broke free of Charlie’s grip and ran across the sidewalk a screaming, “Daddy!”

She ran to Ethan.

Ethan left his chair and kneeled on the sidewalk just in time to catch his daughter as she flew into his arms. Ethan exclaimed something about how happy he was to see his little Lori, and he spun the little girl around to make her laugh.

That’s… his daughter, Landry felt frozen.

Charlie followed her daughter, chastising her for running away from her in such a busy place. She approached Ethan with ease. She stood next to him like it was the most natural thing in the world.

And then…

And then, she kissed him.

Landry watched from across the street.

Ethan accepted the tender kiss happily before greeting the baby in the stroller, who cooed his approval.

When Ethan put Lori down, he wrapped his free arm around Charlie’s waist and pulled her close.

They were…

They’re together, Landry realized.

Now, he could see the glitter of their wedding bands and the comfort they shared in each other’s arms. Ethan whispered something to make Charlie laugh.

They settled into the café chairs and kept a close eye on their children.

Ethan held Charlie’s hand across the table.

They were happy.

Landry felt a rush of shock and horror.

How could they be romantically involved?

Was that why Charlie did so well? Had Dr. Ramsey really just favored her because he hoped to secure her affection? Had Charlie just gotten ahead because she was willing to pursue her boss? How many ethical lines had they crossed?

Had they exchanged favors in exchange for Charlie’s burgeoning success?

Landry fumed.

He had to work his ass off, and all this time, Charlie got the easy route because a respected diagnostician wanted to father her children.

Landry hated them. He hated the entire system that let them exist. He hated that they got to win and be happy.

Everything clicked together in the worst of ways.

He wanted to confront them. He wanted to tell them precisely what they did wrong and what it had cost him.

He imagined how they would react. They wouldn’t understand. They would think he was crazy and vindictive. Walking away, he would seem like he was wrong when he was really the injured party. Later that night, while Landry was alone in a hotel room, the couple would probably talk about him at dinner, sharing complaints and theories about his behavior.

They would be on each other’s side, and Landry would be alone.

In fact, Ethan would always be on Charlie’s side…

Landry paused, watching as the crowd around him peacefully crossed the road. He didn’t join them.

Because Dr. Ramsey picked a side.

No matter what Landry did, Dr. Ramsey would never be his friend. He would never honor Landry with accolades or collaboration.

To Dr. Ramsey, Landry was just the asshole who betrayed his wife nearly a decade ago. At best, he was a forgotten memory. At worst, he was a representation of disappointment and pain.

Landry might look at Dr. Ramsey as a hero, but Ethan looked at Landry like he was a rat.

The streetlights changed, and the crosswalk closed to Landry. Across the street, the innocent family ordered two coffees and a hot chocolate for their young daughter, who was now in her mother’s lap and scribbling in a coloring book.

They had no idea Landry Olsen watched them, and they had no idea when he looked away and left.

And wasn’t that better?

If Landry Olsen was always going to be the rat, he might as well be a rat out of sight.

He couldn’t stomach watching Ethan’s eyes widen with recognition and then harden with hatred. He couldn’t fathom being his idol’s enemy.

It’s what he deserved.

Deep down, beyond all his whining and entitlement, he knew that they were right about him.

He was just a mediocre doctor bullying someone else for being better than him. But he hid it well. Strangers never suspected him, and he was so skilled that he even fooled himself.

But he still knew… In those quiet moments when he reflected on his mistakes, he knew.

Landry Olsen was a rat – and a lonely, hated one, at that.

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[blush-and-books]

For the 1.5k prompt celebration thing (CONGRATS BTW 🥳🥳🥳)

1. High school au

2. Fluff/Pining

3. Pre-relationship/confession

4. Hair (???)

i had so much fun with this one because one of my main luke hcs is that he has a THING for julie’s hair lmao

As much as the band made fun of him -- Luke loved Julie’s hair. So much so that he asked Flynn to teach him how to braid so that he could help Julie after gigs or during practice and she needed to tie her hair up. 

(He didn’t realize Julie loved his hair just as much, but we’ll come back to that later.)

It was idiotically indulgent, because it would be a few moments of him getting to feel her curls between his fingers and brush her scalp calmingly as if he could try and communicate through his hands that he loved her. Alex called him a simp. He wore the title with pride. 

People would look at him in the library as Julie studied and he helped her tie her hair back after watching her struggle with pushing it behind her ears for five minutes. He didn’t notice, too busy looking at her; and she didn’t notice, too busy focusing on how his hands felt as they gently weaved her hair into a braid. 

Reggie and Alex would snicker backstage as Luke would bunch Julie’s hair up, both of them layered in sweat, so that she would feel less overheated. He would gather it all together and then pull the scrunchie from her wrist and wrap it up into a ponytail; purposely trailing his fingers across her neck here and there. 

Her breath would catch every time his calluses would trace the skin there. 

They would even be in her room, watching a movie, and Luke would make small braids in her hair all around when he found that Julie would always be more interesting than whatever they were watching. 

(Even though she scowls at him for tangling up her hair; she secretly loves that he does it because he will make it up to her by tenderly unwinding each braid, leaving them cuddled close together for another 20 minutes.)

It was one of those things where they were just magnets drawing each other in with no labels around them -- no boyfriend or girlfriend, just Julie and Luke. 

And they were okay with that, for the most part. 

When Luke started wearing Julie’s scrunchies and other elastics around his wrist, she felt like it was a label in itself. He even started slightly coordinating each band with his clothing -- wearing her black elastics with his black jeans and her mustard yellow scrunchie with his Rush tank top. She felt like that was an odd label in itself -- Luke was always there, always aware, always taking care of her. 

Neither of them knew where his fascination with her hair came from, but she didn’t hate it, and so she would make a conscious effort to not only entertain it but also reward it. 

She would always be twisting and turning her hair into different styles while still making sure there would be a few curls running wild for him to wrap around his fingers and tug on to get her attention.

Other times, when they are writing or watching another movie on their movie nights or sleeping in the back of the car during lunch, she’ll let Luke lay in her lap and scrape her nails against his scalp as she combs her fingers through her hair. 

“You have really nice hair,” she mumbles one day, and it’s the first time either of them have explicitly complimented each other out loud about the hair that they are both obsessed with. Luke rolls his head back in her lap as his legs are bent in front of him while they are perched in his backseat, and looks up at her with a halo of curls surrounding her head. 

“Says you,” he comes back with, finalizing the note with a tug on one of the freed ringlets. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but your hair is like, my favorite thing.”

Julie covers her chest in mock surprise. “What? It’s not my sparkling personality?”

She watches as he grins below her, and catches one of her hands that was once tangled in his hair in his hand. He looks uncomfortable, but holding Julie’s hand is more important. 

“Tied for first with your sparkling personality, your kindness, talent, smile, how smart you are, your wrecking ball voice-”

“Doesn’t that fit in with talent?” “-Your cool clothes, and how much love you have for your friends.”

“That basically summarizes every part of me.” “Well every part of you is amazing.”

Even though every moment between them alone is softer than the one before, Luke can’t but feel like he’s just admitted way too much about how he feels about Julie. Like, he thinks he sounds extraordinarily obsessed with her -- which he is, but shut up -- and he doesn’t want to overwhelm her. 

But instead of jumping out of the car and never speaking to him again, Julie leans down and presses a kiss to his forehead. 

“Well, your hair is probably my favorite,” she jokes with a little tug on one of his chestnut locks. “But… The rest of you is pretty okay too.”

Like an idiot, Luke grins because he knows Julie was kidding and even the smallest compliment feels like a win. Humming, he cuddles closer into her stomach. 

“Thank you.”