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sour-leminies · 5 months ago

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My little Fairy

Pairing: Hook x Fairy F!Reader

Summary: Coming to Merlin Acadamy you grew very close to the pirate with a hook. Everyone had declared you Hook's pirate Fairy. Truth be told, most people couldn't believe how loyal and caring you were to the pirate. So, when you finally snap, for the first time in a long time James didn't have you by his side, and all he knew was he wanted you back. Now.

Warnings: None I can think of, but let me know otherwise.

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I watched as Bridget and her friends all danced around the court yard - singing and dancing. It was sickening, they were so sweet and yet I couldn't help the part of me that yearned for that kind of friendship.

My only friend was Captain Hook, and if given the chance I'm positive he would have ditched me long ago if not for my help with things. Whenever he wasn't prepared for a test, I'd skip my own class to be in my smaller form tucked away in his shirt - telling him the answers. Or whoever he wanted me to spy on one of his victims he terrorized, I'd do so. Or when he wanted pixie dust, etc. The point was, I'd give my soul for Captain James Hook, and I don't even think he sees me as a friend.

Snapping out of my haze I landed on James's shoulder, whispering in his ear - telling him how Bridget was in the courtyard being all happy. A message he hurried to tell Uliana, before he made his way to the spot. I was still on his shoulder as he entered the courtyard with a dramatic flair.

I remained on his shoulder as he sang and danced, until Uliana turned into a flamingo. Something I couldn't help but smile at. Part of me was jealous of Uliana, and her relationship with James. It looked more intimate than his with Maleficent.

I pulled James through a different door, Maleficent following after us - and we cut the girls off. I now rested on Maleficent Horns. I let out a gasp, that came out like a jingle.

The Vk's all retreated once Uliana ran away - screaming and soaking wet. At least she was no longer a flamingo.

Once everyone cooled down, I was now in my human form laying on my bed, dressed in a nice pretty black dress. My makeup and hair had been done and all I had to do was wait for Hook to get here so we could go to that birthday dinner he promised me.

"Still no Hook?" Maleficent - who was also my roommate asked me. "No, you would think he'd show by now. I mean he's twenty minutes late." I praised the lord that my voice didn't come out as jingles when in my human form. Annoyingly so, only other Faires and James could understand me when I was in my smaller size.

"I hate to say this," my roommate spoke as she sat onto my bed with me. "But maybe he forgot."

I quickly shook my head. No way - he promised me. He had promised. He wouldn't forget me.

Slowly the hours ticked by and by the time it struck eight, two hours after the time we agreed on, Maleficent forced me up, and her hand Hades took me to dinner.

I wanted to cry, but how could I? Just because I love him, doesn't mean he loves me. At that very moment I accept that cold hard truth.

So as Maleficent rubbed my arm, and Hades even pat my head - I had decided that I would stop trying with Hook, it'll never happen anyways.

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Over the next few days you ignored Hook. You hadn't made the first move to talk to him, and it seemed he had nothing he wanted you to do for him.

When the third day of you ignoring him he grew antsy. He didn't know what the sudden change in you was, but for some very odd reason - he didn't like it.

He walked out of detention - Something he had gotten when he was caught breaking in Merlin's office. His very first thought was that you weren't there. Typically, when he'd get detention - if you didn't sit in there with him in his jacket, then you'd always greet him with a hug once he walked out the doors.

"Yo, Mali." He called out to the mistress of evil. "You heading to your room?"

The dark fairy nodded her head silently, and James took that as an invitation to walk her to her room. Even though he would never admit it, the real reason was so he could check on his little fairy. The one he was now growing worried about.

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You jumped at the sound of the door opening. Looking up from the books you were reading on your bed, you were surprised to see Maleficent, but also James.

"Hook." You spoke, but kept your voice neutral.

The man couldn't help but flinch at the name you used. You never called him that, you always either used Captain or James. Now he knew somethings wrong.

"We need to talk." Came his short reply, but you weren't dumb, you could see the slow anger bubbling up in his eyes.

You slowly got off your bed, and walked out into the hallway with him. "What's the problem?" You were honestly he hadn't already listed things he wanted done, but you were sure he'd start soon.

"The problem? You tell me. You suddenly ignore me, I haven't seen you in three days - but I know good and well Hades has. So you fucking tell me the problem." His voice was slowly growing louder and louder.

"Hey calm down." You tried to keep your guy's voice quiet - but that only set him off more.

"Calm down?! How can I be calm when you vanished. You were gone." Suddenly both of you stopped. You both could hear the hurt, the insecurity, but most importantly the fear laced in his tone. His chest breathed up and down heavily as he realized just how much he bloody missed you.

"Listen, Hook." "James."

He took a step closer to you, slightly pushing you into the wall as he pushed into you, leaning down to breath you in.

Fuck he felt like an addict who needed a hit, and finally scratched that itch under their skin.

"You call me James." His breath fanned over your face, as he slightly leaned up to get a look at your face.

Part of you loved this, as you placed your hands onto his chest, the open part of his shirt so you both could feel the skin to skin contact.

For James it was like your touch awakened something in him. Something that called for your name. Something in him burned for you.

He leaned down, his breath fanning over your lips. Making you close your eyes in anticipation. Hook didn't was a single second. He dropped his hook from his hand, and placed it onto your cheek, while his other hand grabbed a hold of the back of your neck.

You in this moment couldn't deny you loved this - the feel of his lips on yours, the feel of his wanting you. But it was too late.

He had made it clear that you weren't a priority. And even though bread crumbs of his affection felt like a feast - it wasn't enough. You hand to stand up, You deserve better. Something that Captain hook couldn't give you.

You built your strength and pushed him away. "No."

Hook looked at you confused, did you not just feel what happened between the two of you? Because he was more than happy to give a repeat.

"I deserve better than you." You pushed him again, finally letting the tears out. Letting the tears out of a woman who wanted nothing more than the man she was crying over. "I deserve so much more than what you give me." Which was nothing. You pushed him again and this time he grabbed both your hand and pulled you into him, letting you hit him over and over until you were drained - but never letting go of you.

"You done?" You glared up and him through your pretty wet eyelashes. "Good. Now listen. You will have no one other than me. There will be no other man, woman, I don't give a fuck. Your my little fairy." You went to shake you head. No - maybe once you were his but not anymore.

"You don't even make a priority - how can you say that?" Your voice was horse from the mini break down you had while punching him.

"You are my priority." How could you say you weren't? Even when he though nothing of you, from the first moment he met you he had put you as a priority on his list.

"Ask me about how I spent my birthday three days ago." Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck.

You could see the panic cross his face. The regret and self loathing as well. And maybe once upon a time that would be enough, but not anymore.

You pulled yourself away from him and hurried into your room, locking the door.

He banged a couple time before he spoke through the wood.

"I'm sorry, fuck I'm sorry. Sorry can't even explain, let me make it up to you." When he got no response from he, he continued on. "I am sorry about this but we will move past it. Just remember you may think you are free of me, but your are not. I will haunt you, beg for your forgiveness. You want better - I'll be better."

You silently cried while Hook poured everything he had from his heart into his next words.

"I'll be so much fucking better for you, my little fairy. So better."

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The rest of the entire week, Hook would try his best; he'd bring flowers to you in the morning, he'd always walk you to class - despite how much you told him to leave you alone.

James knew he screwed up, and he hated himself for it. He didn't know what he had and he took it for granted.

He would scowl at Hades and Maleficent when you all were hanging out at the black lagoon.

Just because you and hook were on shaky ground didn't mean you were no less a Vk. Something that the crew grew to respect about you.

Every time you walked past him - not giving him a glance, he felt his chest tighten. He miss how you would cling to him. How you would rest on your shoulder when you felt over stimulated. The way you would accidently spray him with pixie dust, causing him to float.

He missed teaching you sword fighting, and all the basics. He missed you.

"Y/N!" He called out to you, desprate to get your attention. For the first time, since that kiss you didn't glare at him - nor push him away.

Instead it was worse. He felt his stomach grow cold at the neutral and emotionless look in your eyes. At least when you hated him you still cared. Now he didn't know. Your walls were up so high - it's shadow could darken a valley.

"Yes Hook?" He closed his eyes, shaking off the feeling he had.

"First, it's James. Second, will you go to dinner with me." You opened your mouth to disagree but he covered it before you could make a sound.

"Don't say no." He could hear his heart pounding in his head. "Just come. Meet me at Dip and Go dinner tonight at eight."

He dropped his hand from your mouth, and he found his courage to speak his next words.

"If you don't come I'll leave you alone." He would not, but he needed to know that deep down he still had a chance. And if he didn't have one then he would spend the rest of his life fighting for one.

He walked away, nervous for the reality check that he would soon face tonight.

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The clock on your dorm wall ticked, and ticked. Each second growing closer to eight. The diner was an hour away and if you were to make it in time you should be leaving now.

But you just couldn't. You were too afraid. You weren't a fool, you could tell James was sorry, and regretful, but you didn't know if you could trust him.

He had unknowingly held your heart - and then crushed it. What would he do if he had known how much you cared for him? Would he treat you different?

"You should go." You looked over to the dark fairy, you had thought she was out with Hades.

"I'm scared." You had once thought James was your only friend, but Maleficent and even her boyfriend proved me wrong. "That's what makes it worth it."

She walked over to your bed, sitting down beside me before she carried on. "If you even have a chance for love then it's worth it to fight. And if you decide that he's not worth it, then at the very least you owe it to yourself to find closure." Maybe she was right.

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Hook glanced at the clock on the wall of the diner, it said eight forty, and he knew that she wasn't going to show. He blew his shot. He wanted to throw the glass Infront of him, the one where he poured rum into it.

He had decided to dress nicely, wore his best clothing, even left his hook at home. He wanted to look his best for you - to show you he could be a good guy for you.

He had already paid for his drink, so he left a twenty bill on the table and walked out. He would wait longer, but he could tell the employees had wanted him out.

He felt like he couldn't breathe as he walked down the path, he wanted to take you on. The trees lit up with beautiful fireflies at night, and it was a view he wanted to share with you.

His vision blurred, and his chest breathed up and down, as his heart ached, pounded. He had no problems with ripping his heart out for you, but fuck, all he needed was you. He felt like a fool - not because you didn't show, but because he was too self-absorbed and if he had opened his eyes from the beginning thing would be different.

He was a villain, and villains don't get happy endings. He knew that he could never have you, simply because you were his happy ending.

He stopped walking, as he tried to calm his heart with his shaking hands. Was he having a panic attack?

"James!" He heard your voice scream out his name, as you started to run to him. Fuck, he didn't care if he was dying as he ran to you with all the speed he could muster.

Once you were at arm's length you jumped into him, and he wrapped his arms around you as tight as he could. Loving the smell that invaded his senses with open arms.

You were late, he didn't know why, nor did he care. You were here with him. That single thought caused him to break. He couldn't hold onto his sobs anymore.

He thought he lost you because of himself. He thought he would spend his entire life alone - longing for the feel of you. He thought that truly lost you. Every part of him rejected that. He couldn't live with that.

He felt his knees start to weaken as he fell to the ground, you still in his arms and he clanged to you crying. You felt your heart break once again - and all you wanted was for your pirate to feel better. You kiss the top of his head, rubbing his back as he let all his fears out, all his emotions.

"I... I love you so so so much." He heaved out, his breath making him repeat. "And I'm... I'm sorry." He was and even you knew that. You were tired as well.

You pulled his face away from your neck, and for a moment he fought you - thinking you were once again going to push him away. You rubbed you thumb across his cheek as you looked into his beautiful eyes. His brown eyes were bloodshot red from the crying, and his eyeliner had started to smidge. His eyelashes soaking together, his lips trembling as he tried to get himself together.

"I forgive you." You whispered out, before pushing your lips against his soft, and wet ones. It was a small, and short kiss, but it was full of the love you had for him. The love he felt like he no longer deserved.

"I'm sorry." His voice came out like a while as more tears dropped from his eyes.

"I forgive you." You whispered once again, and this time he initiated the kiss. Soft, craving, and you could feel his sorrow. Despite the fact he was kissing you, you could still feel him begging for forgiveness.

"I love you." You told him, and while that's all he wanted to hear. He no longer felt like that was the case. How could you love him when he hated everything about himself? How could you forgive him, when he's still kicking his own ass.

"I love you two, my little fairy." Fuck his voice broke again as he rested his forehead against yours. You also couldn't help but cry as well.

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James kept his promise. He did become better for you, and only you. He was still a villain, but he was a gentleman to you. He kissed you every time he saw you, gave you flowers every month when your old ones would die.

He did everything he could to become a good enough person for you, and while daily you'd reassure him how happy you are - he couldn't get your heartbroken face out of his mind.

He'd have nightmares of you leaving him all alone. You loved him, and he didn't feel worthy of it, but he'd be damned of someone else had it. He was still a villain.

The first moment where he finally felt okay to breath was when you told him the future you wanted with him. You had wanted a future with him. Him.

You wanted three kids, three girls, and you would love to watch him become a father as you all lived on his ship.

When you were all banished to the Isle of the lost, he hated himself for getting you stuck there, but you'd remind him you'd rather be with him then in some land without him.

When you first got pregnant, he couldn't help but be so joyous of the boy in your stomach. He never told you he wanted a son, but you knew so you also felt happy.

You had named him Harry, after James repeatedly told you he couldn't think of one. The second born was a girl, and you demanded he named her. So, he stole your idea and named her Harriet. Then on the final and last born, you told him he couldn't name your baby girl after he just stole Harry's name and gave it to his sister.

You, James, Harry, Harriet, and CJ lived on hook's ship. And despite the living conditions, you loved your family no less.

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A/N: Hiii, if you see this and sent me an Elsa reader x Hook request I promise I am working on that!!

#decendents #hook #hook decendents #hook x reader #decendents x reader #james hook #decendents masterlist #james hook masterlist #james hook x reader #captain hook #captain hook x reader #captain James Hook #rise of red

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rjthirsty · 5 months ago

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"I'm Pregnant" with IkePri

We've seen how dating, their first time, and engagement proposals pan out, but what Cybird will never deliver to us is that pivotal moment that MC tells one of the LIs that she's expecting.

This is just my idea of how it will work out with each suitor. MC is AFAB, and all suitors are AMAB. Obvious mentions of pregnancy lie ahead. Just a fun little exercise to test out drabbles.

[7/21] Jin, Chevalier, and Gilbert done

Jin

Jin is the king of pulling out, but somewhere along the line, he slipped up and it resulted in nothing so he started to get lax. Somewhere along the line, you two stopped worrying about it. More times than not he still denies you the creampie that it turns out he enjoys seeing seep out of you. But now you're late, and maybe you two should have been more vigilant.

It's hard to find the words. You confirmed it with a physician, and you know you need to tell him, but having a baby with a commoner churns up trauma for Jin, and you're afraid he'll turn you out.

He's worried. You have never looked so ashen. When you said you needed to talk, he dropped everything to give you time. His large hand palms your cheek. He dips down to look into your eyes. And in a voice that has helped you through countless times he says “Whatever it is, it'll be okay.”

“I'm pregnant.” You finally manage.

Shock leaves him wide-eyed in surprise. It takes him a moment to zip through the thoughts that spring into his mind - a million possibilities, questions, and outcomes on what he'd do if this day had ever come. Then a grin lights up his face and you almost miss it as he wraps his arms around you and lifts you off the ground to hug tightly to him, spinning around from the sheer joy of having a child with you.

He's better than his father. And you're not his mother. And the world is a different place with the two of you together. He's more excited than you thought he'd be. He talks to your stomach even before the child can hear him. He wants to princess carry you everywhere. And he introduces you as the mother of his children.

Chevalier

The way Chev looked at you after you told him the news was chilling - not because it was his icy stare that had silenced rooms and struck fear in children, but because you had never seen him… scared. He was scared. The news was not happily recieved as you thought it would be.

As the two of you prepared for bed and you talked of your day, you broke the news with excitement and turned to see him stunned and staring. “Chevalier?” You called to him. His eyes cut from your belly to your face.

“It's okay. You're not a beast, and I'm not afraid of you.” Attempting to soothe his worries, you moved closer and slowly snuggled into his chest. “I'd be lucky to have a child just like you, because you're an amazing man.”

He relaxed in your arms, his own arms surrounded you as he dropped his chin to put his lips on your head. “I'd rather have a child like you who can love someone like me. You may never understand him if he's like me.”

“But I don't need to to love him.”

From that day forward, Chevalier dove into reading about medical studies and other literature on pregnancy, labor, and delivery. He stated checking up on you more often and bringing you all sorts of items said to help with pregnancy issues. He would have delivered your child himself except thankfully Clavis helped you talk him out of it. There are some things you'd rather he not be in the middle of.

Gilbert

“Do you want me to tell him?” Walter asked, a serious note in his voice.

“No. I want him to hear it from me.”

You knew the news of family was not a joyous thing in Obsidian. Especially for Gilbert. The land of deceit and decay, where families had murdered families for generations. Where the Emperor carried the sins of the Obsidian line that had wrought death and bloodshed countless times across this kingdom and others.

Gil had wanted to end it. To stop his line from continuing. And here you were, pregnant with his child. He wouldn't hurt you you were certain, but he might actually lock you up this time in order to prevent anybody else from hurting you. He could if he wanted. But living like that would leave everyone unhappy.

In order to prevent another bed-chaining, you visit him in his study. Before you made it two steps inside the room, he stood from his chair and moved towards you, worry clouding his face. He felt your anxiety. Something was not right with you, and he knew it.

“I'm fine,” you assured him as he quickly looked you over. “I just… have something to tell you.”

Gil's perfect smile covered up his momentary worry. “Surely, no one has bothered my little rabbit. Yet your heart is racing like the day we met.”

“No, no one has bothered me.” You step closer to him and wrap your arms around him, trapping him in place. With a lean of your back, you lock onto his single red eye to show how serious you are, and plainly explain, “I'm pregnant.”

His hands fly out, snatching you close to him as he squeezed you against his chest, holding onto you like you might somehow slip away if he were to let go. This is not the first time he has done this. You brace against him, giving him at least a few seconds of his desperate hugging before it begins to feel like he'll crush you. It always goes like this.

“Gil! Gilbert, please. I can't breathe.”

He relinquished you, and as you gasped lungfuls of air, he scooped you up and strode out the door. “Wait! Gil! Where are we going?”

You were used to the palace by now that you knew he was headed towards his bedroom. Even if he didn't answer, you could already see how this was going to go. “Put me down! I am not going to be locked up and hidden away. That is not how you treat people you love.”

“Do you presume you can order me around?”

“No, but if you do this, I will never forgive you.”

Gilbert slowed his steps and came to a stop. In his eye you could see emotion wavering, and while you hadn't learned how to read him as well as he knew how to read you, you had learned to see the different sides of him that he only shared with you.

“Now,” you began calmly, “I'll make some tea, and we can talk about this. At a table. With no shackles or rope.”

“I’m so weak to your requests. At least let me lock the doors so no one can bother us.”

“You can lock the doors if I get the key to them during our talk.”

Gilbert's biggest fear is losing someone he loves. He recognizes he has desires to control and cage MC to keep her safe from others, but he also knows those desires are not acceptable. He's at the mercy of his emotions, and despite being a genius, he often acts on whims, especially relating to MC. I'd love to explore this further. See how far we can push him.

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jupiter-letters · 11 months ago

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Dating Bruce Wayne would include:

Fem! or GN! Reader TW: None

A/N: I have a lot of thoughts about Bruce as you can see, he's a complicated guy. I wouldn't say he's super romantic like the other guys I've written, he's like a slow burn kinda guy. I can see why people like him but I'm still on the fence if I'd date him fr fr.

I won't sugarcoat it, it'll be a rocky road dating Bruce but it's not impossible. Unlike Clark, Batman is who he is and Bruce Wayne is what he can do. The mission always comes first, so him taking time to dedicate to you is special. It's a lot protecting the city and being the backbone of the league.

He is consistently booked and busy, nobody can do what he does so he always has do things himself. It can be difficult for him to ask for help or just allow people to do things for him. In and out of the costume he's got a lot of walls up. He may seem cold on the surface but he feels very deeply. The death of his parents really stunted him emotionally so it will take some time to soften him up.

In terms of a partner ideally he'd need someone with some softness to file down those hard edges he has. Even if his partner isn't soft he provide that comfort and warmth in his own way over time. He's spent most of his life keeping people at an telephone pole's length away(except Alfred of course).

Physical touch with a partner will feel foreign, all the batfam like to hug him and stuff but their the ones intiating most of the time. That will also be the case for you, you'd have to hug him first if you want to touch him. The longer your relationship goes you'll be able to tell when he wants to be hugged or kissed just from the lingering looks he gives you. The touches he does give you are long gentle caresses, he loves stroking your cheek with his thumb. Sometimes after a difficult patrol he'll just hold you in his arms and press his forehead against yours.

Staring!! He'll always be staring at you whether you're looking or not. He's kind of like a cat, blinking at you real slow is his way of blowing kisses. The way he looks at you is exclusive to you only! It's so much softer and adoring than his usual scary pokerface staring. In a JL meeting, before everyone knows you're dating they might think he can't stand you. Inside though he's like 💓💗💖💘💝.

You can translate his grumbles and sounds. Bruce isn't the most talkative guy and he's in his head alot. So when he's busy or distracted and you ask him a question you understand his tone. Barry: "So is Bruce gonna be at the Flash parade tomorrow?" Bruce: "Hmm..." You: "Yeah he'll be there!".

The rest of the batfamily notice the effect you've had on him, you managed to crack the coldness he's built over the years. In addition to already liking you they're grateful for you being there for him. They'll even tease you both when you have dinner together. Fake vomitting when Bruce kisses you on the cheek, calling you Mom/Dad/Parent.

If you are another superhero(yes he does have a contingency plan for you) You may butt heads from time to time he may come off as underestimating you but he just wants to protect you by getting ahead of the problem. When he knows your abilities/skills maybe exactly what he needs in a certain situation, he’ll hit you up. He does his best not to hover when you go on solo missions, he will check in over comms at the most random times though. When you do go on missions together, you never notice but he'll stay very close to you.

You've got maximum scary dog privilege when you two go out together but when he goes out as Bruce Wayne he's still gotta put up that raunchy facade. He won't get too frisky with you but he will take the opportunity to flirt a little. He'll whisper little compliments and pick-up lines in your ear when you slow dance together.

Thanks for reading! Lemme know what you think. Please like or reblog if you like my stuff.

#~⋆｡°tales from the dreaming #reader insert #dcau x reader #dc comics x reader #dc animated imagine #dc comics headcanons #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne headcanons #dcamu x reader #dc x reader #bruce wayne x black!reader

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merakiui · 3 months ago

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Ngl i'd lower my guard if (prisioner) Floffy-doffy(Floyd) said those sweet things to me 🥺 a hug won't make them fire me right???

He (cold-blooded killer on death row) is such a sweetheart!!! 🥺 only for you, though. If a hug is all it takes to get Floyd on good behavior for the day, you'll readily give him as many hugs as he wants. One less rowdy prisoner means less work for you.

He'll ask for you for his last meal when the time comes. A wine and dine situation,,, having dinner with you and then a little fun for dessert. And they can't deny a dying man his final wish now, can they? :) the amount of time they permit him is going to be the most passionate sex of your life, so much so you almost don't want them to kill him. >_< he tells you how much he loves you, and it's a genuine love. There is no manipulation behind those words. He just loves you. Simple as that.

Imagine you start crying because of his confession (because previous times when he'd tell you he loved you it was always played off as a teasing joke) and he smiles sadly and wipes your tears away, whispering, "C'mon now... Don't cry, Shrimpy. It'll be okay." But you just don't want him to die. Even though you know you shouldn't be so attached, you've grown to appreciate him in the time you've spent with him. He's flawed and so annoying, a heinous criminal, but he's sweet and gentle with you. Your job tells you you shouldn't afford any leniency to a person like him. Society says you shouldn't love or trust dangerous criminals. But your heart wants him to stay with you forever.

Aaaaa and maybe you finally give him the blowjob he's been begging for ever since you met him. >:) perhaps you help him escape afterwards and he decides to take you with him because you can't possibly go back to work now that you've helped a criminal. But do you really need your old life? Floyd will give you much better. You don't need extravagant weddings or even a ring. You just need each other. <3

#twisted chit chat #n/sfw #floyb... he's so fluffy and soft orz

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berryz-writes · 7 months ago

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Not yet

Azriel x reader

Summary: Your not ready to tell Azriel's family your mates in fear of them not liking you

note: It's just Az being the standard and the cutest shit ever. Also its pretty short im sorry lovelies <3

"I don't want to. Not yet" I murmured to Azriel, snuggling closer to his warmth. His hands ran up and down my back, sending small shivers down my spine.

"And why is that, sweetheart?" He replied, his voice slightly hoarse from having just woken up, pressing small kisses to my face. I opened my eyes and tried to get used to the light in the room. It was a Saturday, one of the days Azriel was content to just lie in bed with me with no commitments for the rest of the day.

"I just...I don't think they'll like me. I know it's stupid but I don't know them well enough. What if they think I'm using you or don't actually love you? What if they convince you that I'm not good enough?" I waited for him to say something. I didn't usually have anything bad to say against his family but I was never comfortable around new people. Especially if they were such important figures in our court. A slight sigh left his lips "Y/n. Do you really think I'd stop loving you if one of them told me to?...not that they would"

I sat up and tucked my hair behind my ear, his heat suddenly too much. "No but it's not just that. Imagine I say something wrong. I know their your family but their also high lord and lady. What if I say something...I don't know politically wrong? They'll laugh at me and think how in the world are us two mates."

Azriel moved his arm around my waist and pulled me back to lay down on the bed, his hand moving through my hair in a soothing motion. "They will think nothing of the sort because you are perfect. But if it makes you feel better we can wait for as long as you want. Feyre was talking about inviting the wonderful florist tomorrow. Accept her offer and get to know everyone a bit"

I thought about it and slowly nodded my head. "Fine."

Azriel was right because Feyre did invite me the next day.

"Y/n! Oh these are gorgeous! You've outdone yourself" Feyre said admiring the bouquet I had prepared

I smiled and handed her the card with all my business details "Thank you high lady. If anyone asks where you got them from please give them this."

"Feyre, please. No formalities between us"

I nodded my head "Feyre it is then"

She turned her attention to the rest of the shop looking around the flower filled store "You have such a peaceful life. Living amongst flowers and smelling like roses all the time"

I let out a small laugh. Very peaceful. Sometimes a little too peaceful. "I suppose. Although it get's boring at times"

Feyre's eyes lit up in excitement "You should come to dinner tonight! It'll be something different for you and we can get to know each other more"

I thought about what me and Azriel had discussed earlier. Now was the perfect opportunity, to meet his family. "Oh...I don't want to intrude. I don't know-"

She shook her head "Nonsense. Your coming tonight. Everyone will be scrambling over each other to get to know you"

I looked around the store, hoping for a sign as to what I should do. The only sign I could see however was the open sign on the front door.

"Fine. I'll come. Thank you the for the invite high- Feyre"

She beamed and gave me a quick hug, slightly surprising me before walking out with her bouquet of flowers. I sighed. Well I suppose I better go home and change so I looked slightly decent at least.

*Dinner, a few hours later*

Azriel cleared his throat slightly before continuing "Did you want something lov- y/n?"

I paused and clenched my jaw at the slip up. The chatter at the table was luckily loud enough for no one to quiet hear what he was saying. This was the first time I had been happy for Cassian's loud voice. I shook my head "I'll get it myself, thank you" I reached over and picked up the dish, adding a few potatoes to my plate, trying not to gather attention towards us two. Really. Azriel wasn't very good at following instructions. If someone had heard that I don't know what I would have done.

Probably jumped out a window or something.

"Everything alright?" Rhys asked looking over at me first, then Azriel and then me again. I nodded my head quickly and gave him a smile "Fine, everything's fine" Azriel didn't reply merely nodding in agreement too.

I let out a sigh of relief when he turned away and took a sip of his wine. Luckily dinner passed with no other accidents happening. I watched as everyone took their seats in the living room, Feyre and Rhys cuddled up on the couch while the others sprawled here and there, Elain having gone up because of a headache.

Azriel stood half hidden by his shadows in the door way, I could sense him even though I couldn't see him without squinting my eyes.

Come to the kitchen. It's important

His voice echoed in my mind, his deep and low voice making me miss him even though he was just inches away. I got up making an excuse of needing water and walked over to the kitchen, past the dining room where we had just sat. Before I could process what was happening I was against a wall and Azriel's lips were on mine, his shadows cocooning us in a dark and peaceful bubble. He kissed me like he was starving and he couldn't get enough.

We finally pulled apart my hands resting on his chest "Azriel" I warned him, the lust filled look in his eyes ready to devour me. His hands ran up and down my body, my waist, my hips warming each part of me.

"I want to tell them. I want to tell them about my perfect and beautiful mate." He whispered his eyes dark and his hair falling forward onto his forehead. I pushed a strand away "I can't right now. I'm not ready"

I knew even if I shook my head once Azriel would understand. His hopeful expression dropped slightly but his lips remained in a small smile "Let me take you home now, sweetheart. I can't live without having you close to me"

I rolled my eyes but smiled all the same "Don't be so dramatic"

He didn't reply, instead tucking a stray piece of hair behind my ear. "We're going" He said finally and winnowed us on the spot. I didn't even get to say goodbye to anyone but all thoughts left me as Azriel looked at me with his devilishly handsome grin.

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#azriel x reader #acotar #azriel shadowsinger #azriel #azriel acotar #a court of thorns and roses #azriel spymaster #acotar x reader #azriel x y/n #azriel fic #azriel x you #acotar series #azriel fanfic

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intimidating-fettuccine · 11 months ago

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I love the satyr s/o headcanons you've done so far, so I gotta get your headcanons on Tim, Nina, and our beloved BEN separately with a satyr s/o!!! I love your writing so much it makes me scream and shake violently!!!!

I'm glad you like my writing so much, and I hope you enjoy this one too :)

Tim:

Honestly, I think Tim is just incredibly confused about how he managed to land a demon partner. Tim just views himself as Some White GuyTM, so he's very confused about why a demon, especially one as cute as you, would want to be with someone like him, but he doesn't complain about it, and instead, he tries his best to be a good partner for you. I think he finds your characteristics to be very cute, your soft fur, your horns, your hooves, he thinks you're just the most adorable thing in the whole world, and he tells you that all the fucking time. He reasons that you're far too cute to be a demon, with that soft fur and your gentle disposition, telling you as much, but the moment he sees you actually defend yourself from other demons he remembers the fact that your title as a demon isn't just for show. I think he'd call you his Little Wolf, his wolf in sheep's clothing, because you're much stronger than you look, and he admires that fact. I think Tim would probably wonder if he's doing a good job as your boyfriend, wondering if demon relationships are any different from human ones, but when you just smile and reassure him that he's doing perfectly, giving him a kiss and a hug as you do so, it'll definitely ease his concerns. Tim does like to be protective over you, willing to stand up for you even in the face of other demons, but I'd honestly recommend teasing him sometimes, saying that he's your human that you have to protect and care for, and he'll get all flustered about it.

Nina:

Nina fucking ADORES you. Working for Zalgo she's quite used to being around different types of demons, but you have to be her absolute favorite of the bunch. She loves everything about you, and she was often stuck to your side like glue even before the two of you started dating, so she's incredibly affectionate and loving towards you, which is quite a sight for the other demons around the two of you to see a human being so clingy with a demon. I think honestly Zalgo might even be very happy that the two of you are dating because Nina has a penchant for getting into trouble and causing fights with people she shouldn't be, so it's nice to know she has someone like you around her to keep your eyes on her and keep her safe if you need to. Being as rowdy as he is, I think she probably likes to try and play wrestle with you a lot, and of course, you always hold back to not hurt her, but she gets a lot of enjoyment out of testing out her strength and growth with you, plus she loves seeing you in action. Even if you don't fight very often, she thinks you're incredible, and she loves watching you fight with your unique satyr-specific style. Also, I think she totally brags to pretty much everyone she can that she, as a human, was able to end up dating a demon, which is pretty uncommon, and she feels super happy that she's able to be a good enough partner for you, considering your differences as a human and a demon, and she's committed to being the best girlfriend she possibly can be for you.

BEN:

I'm gonna say it... He has major grabby hands for you. BEN really loves soft things, and your hair and your fur are both just so irresistibly soft, so he can't stop himself from just wanting to constantly love on you and run his hands across your fur and through your hair all the time. BEN finds you to be so fucking cute, and he probably has a photo album on his phone with hundreds of pictures of you that he's constantly adding to because he loves you and he can't get enough of you. Also, the thought popped into my head that he's totally bought the two of you matching goat keychains, stickers, and anything else he can find, but the joke is on him because sometimes he does it to tease you a little but you find all the stuff so cute that he gets flustered about it and it just makes him get you more stuff. I can see him absolutely wanting to take naps curled up on your lap and your legs where it's nice and soft because he finds it so relaxing and comforting (even if he doesn't even technically need sleep), it just makes him feel so content and happy, so it's one of his favorite places to be, ESPECIALLY if you stroke his hair while he's laying on you, you'll never get him off of you. BEN, despite being a ghost, hasn't really been with any demons before, and for you to be his first demon and be this incredibly wonderful and adorable and soft and just the best thing to ever happen to him he feels so incredibly lucky, and he just never wants to leave your side.

#creepypasta #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta headcanons #creepypasta x reader #tim wright #tim wright headcanon #tim wright headcanons #tim wright x reader #nina the killer #nina the killer headcanons #nina the killer headcanon #nina the killer x reader #ben drowned #ben drowned headcanons #ben drowned headcanon #ben drowned x reader

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thefiery-phoenix · 8 months ago

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YANDERE EIJIROU KIRISHIMA HEADCANONS

He's wacky and cray-cray (not to mention kinda has a rock for a brain and is possessive ASF) and tries EVERYTHING to make you smile and be happy. He'd be sad when you're sad and cries when you do. It honestly breaks his heart to see you cry since he'll remember his depressing past and he'll try his best to put a smile on your face again

On a scale from 1-10, I'd rate him a 0.5 since there is no WAY daddy shark would hurt his precious pebble, but if you drive him over the edge, he might 'accidentally' use his quirk on you and let his waterworks loose by crying and sobbing all over you how sorry he is for hurting you

He baby proofs the place when he kidnaps you and you won't even see a plastic butter knife out

When it comes to other people though, I'd rate him a 5/10 since he's Red Riot for F sake! He's viewed to be a chivalrous doofus to the world, a Crimson Riot admirer that too and he has a reputation to maintain, just like Deku, however this boi has a dark sadistic side that you do NOT want to see AT ALL

He might hurt someone really badly but I can't really see him actually killing someone. If they get under his nerves though, well.... Sayonara to them

He LOVES to dress you up, be it frilly gowns or lacy gowns or an oversized hoodie of his whatever. But he won't make you wear anything that you don't feel comfortable in. He wants you to comfortable around him and his presence and how is he going to make that happen if you're unhappy with what you're wearing? After all, he's a man and he NEEDS to take care of his pebble's needs

He's a restraint yandere. He loves you so much and is so infatuated with you that he NEVER wants to let you go, EVER. He's scared you might leave him so he does the first thing that pops into his head and takes you in his care *Cough, legal kidnapping, cough*

Like all bad guys, he has a partner he works with. And if you guessed that Bakugou is his right hand man, YAY YOU! You win a free cookie...

Kirishima wants to prove to you that he's YOUR hero, your savior. So, he'll order some villains to make you feel as uncomfortable and miserable as possible and suddenly, WHOOSH, he's gonna swoop down and save you asking if you're all right. Yes, don't be surprised if he's in contact with the LOV

He loves to spoil you, HECK, he'll even buy you a large MANSION like from those Disney movies if it'll make you happy and smile since it's obvious that rock boi here is a SUCKER for your dazzling smile. It just makes him see stars :)

He's best described as a puppy always looing for affection from you. If you're reading a book, he'll just place you onto his lap and nuzzle in your neck. If you're playing a game, he'll cuddle you and see how good you are at it. And if you both are watching a movie, he'll hug you and not let go. Basically speaking, he's a cuddle monster. And when you refuse to show him some love and affection, he'll give you the look of a kicked puppy which may tug a few of your heartstrings and finally cave into his desires

If you try escaping or drive him over the edge, he'll just punish you with the restriction of your luxuries and YES, that ALSO includes no doing your favorite thing till you behave like a good girl and earn his trust back (Which won't take less than 5 days btw) He just can't bring himself to hurt you even though Bakugou always tells him to

He's a yandere who's easy to manipulate, like easy peasy lemon squeazy type of easy to manipulate. Want something? It'll be there in no time. He'll give you anything you ask for except for your freedom of course

When you finally develop Stockholm Syndrome and admit that you finally love him, he'll be over the moon with joy and act like he conquered the world. That cheesy grin of his won't go away for days together. It'll be a win-win for everyone and you can even expect a little gift wrapped neatly for you by a loud explosive hyperactive blonde who's also equally happy for you both

''Pebble, I love you so much, I would never dream of hurting you. Not even in my worst nightmares...~"

#yandere eijirou kirishima #yandere kirishima x reader #yandere kirishima oneshots #yandere kirishima scenarios #yandere kirishima imagines #yandere kirishima headcanons #yandere kirishima x reader scenarios #yandere bnha #yandere bnha x reader #yandere bnha scenarios #yandere kirishima eijirou oneshots

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cozzzynook · 1 month ago

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I Bring some Percy and Roddy fluff.

Perceptor let out a long sigh as he stood in front of a door. He quickly looked down at his hands checking over the gifts before raising one free servo and knocked on the door. A few moments later the door opened to show a giddy Rodimus who a wide but tired smile.

"Carrier" Rodimus whispered as he stepped to the side allowing Perceptor to enter the living den. "Glad you could make it, dinner is almost ready so it'll only be a few more klicks"

"Of course, I wouldn't miss meeting my grand bittie for the first time or a nice family dinner" Percy turned with a warm smile as he carefully put down the gifts onto a table before giving Rodimus a hug. "But how are you doing? You're not stressed or not getting enough rest are you?"

Rodimus shook his helm as he pulled away with a smile. "I'm fine Carrier, they not a fussy sparkling and only wake up once every night so I'm getting enough rest" Just then he turned away already heading towards his bittie's room. "Make yourself at home. I'll quickly feed them then introduce you both"

"Take your time I'm not going anywhere" Perceptor smiled warmly as he headed into the kitchen to make some warm enegon after all it was the lest he could do. Couple of klicks later Percy poured two cups of energon and slowly walked back into the living gen only to softly gasp when he saw Rodimus standing while carefully bouncing a fairly large bittie in his arms. Quickly putting the drinks down he walked over while his spark beamed with pride. "Hello there little one"

"Its your grandcarrier, say hello" Rodimus softly whispered as he nuzzled his bittie's helm. The grey large sparkling cooed as they reached out grabbing their grandcarrier's digit with their servo before giggling.

Perceptor softly chuckled as took the sparkling into his arms. Primus it's been a long time since he held a bittie, he then began softly tickle their tanks making them giggle again as they smiled wide. However Percy lifted his gaze noticing the sombre look on Rodimus's face while his spoiler had started to fall along his back. "Sweet flame? What's wrong?"

Rodimus let out a soft sigh as he reached out to grab a cup of energon before turning to face his Carrier. "Its just...I miss him. I just wish he got to meet them before..." He let out another sigh as he finally took a seat before taking a quick sip of energon. Rodimus then felt tears beginning to swell up in his optics and with one servo quickly wiped them away before they fell.

"I see..." Carefully shuffling his grip on his grand bittie Perceptor joined Rodimus's side as he also sat down on the chair. "I know I never approved of you and Megatron being together...mostly because I was afraid of him hurting you. But knowing how much he loved you and seeing you miss him, tells me he was very kind to you." Using one free servo he reached out grabbing a hold of Rodimus's servo with his own. "Just so you know, I'll always be here if you need me Rodimus"

Sniffling a little Rodimus tightened his grip as he turned softly smiling. "Yeah, thanks Carrier. I'd be lost without you"

With a soft hum Percy returned his gaze back down at his grand bitte giving them a nuzzle before returning them back to Rodimus. "You both just here and relax for a while I'll set up dinner. Oh and before I forget, I brought some of your favourite energon goodies as well as a present for you both to enjoy.

"Aw, you didn't have to do that Carrier" Rodimus flapped his spoiler gleefully as he turned his gaze to where the gifts were currently sitting. "But thank you I'm sure we'll enjoy them"

"You're welcome sweet flame"

Smiley my feels are hurt 😭😭

I love this au!!!

But my gosh my heart 😭 poor roddy

#transformers #rodimus prime #megarod #past megarod #megatron #perceptor #rodimus #sparkling #carrier perceptor #rodimus x megatorn

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tainted-liquor · 1 year ago

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'Swing By Anytime˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

Earth1610!Miles Morales x BlackFem!Personal Seamstress!Reader Ingredients: sugar, kisses, and a lil bit of smiles! TWs: cursing, you being Miles's M.J., Reader being mean as encouragement (you'll see babes trust) W/C: 1.1k? A/N: Purely for the sake of the plot, miles is like 18-20. NOT SMUT!

"Gorgeous! You're so pretty, girl! Alright, the changing room is to the left, you can put it on the hook. It'll be ready for you tomorrow when I finish making all the proper altercations." You squealed in pure joy. Since you had been a fashion major, outfits had just poured out of you like run-off. Of course every now and again there were people who wanted things custom ordered, which made you extremely happy. But you knew who your favorite customer was. And, speaking of your favorite customer, he should be here right now. There was a muffled tiny 'thwip' noise that you would have missed if you weren't straining to hear every individual sound over the beat of 'Shirt' By SZA in your studio.

You sighed with a small smile, walking to your studio's window. "Darling, I keep telling you this, I have a door, just strut through it whenever you want" you giggled as you lifted the window pane, coming face-to-face with the one and only Spider-Man. "Whatcha got for me today, my dear?" you asked as you beckoned him inside the studio, taking a set in front of the many vision boards you had pinned down to your desk. "Hey! sorry, snips, I'll use the door next time. And I brought this design plan, actually." He hummed with a smile that was hidden behind his mask. He had a habit of calling you snips due to always seeing you with some sort of scissors, not that you minded anyway. He walked up to you and handed you a folded-up piece of paper, which had a plethora of sketches for a new Spider-Man suit.

Your eyes widened with joy as you took a scan of the paper. Next to the various drawings, there was one circled design with many notes jotted down next to it with measurements, material, color shades, and substitute color shades. It was the most solid suit plan you had ever seen. You turned the paper around to see more notes, and the smaller parts of the suit enlarged. It was perfect from top to bottom. Everything you needed to know was on paper, which made your job unfathomably easier.

"You know I love you for this, right?" You squealed with a wide grin. "Fuck you! How dare you bring such perfection into my studio!" You joked, giving the Spider a tight hug. He chuckled quietly, muttering, "Had to make it easy for my personal seamstress! C'mon, snips, I'd never do that to you." he added as he gave you a pat on the back. Miles usually came into the studio to fix tears or rips in his suit, get patched up, and then swing back out. But recently, he's been talking about reworking his Spider-Suit. So, like a good 'friend' you offered to help him with his project. Of all your clients, only he had given you such a thorough and precise outfit plan.

He began to recall some of his adventures as his alter-ego, letting his mask hook over his nose as he ate some of your cookies on the ceiling. You listened to his experiences as you plucked each corresponding fabric from the fabric closet, placing them next to each other on the ground. You traced each required pattern with a white chalk pencil, referencing the measurements documented on Miles's paper and keeping seam allowance in mind. "Damn, that's crazy...so what'd you do next, B? You had to web her?" you replied as he raved about some Doc-Oc he caught on his way here. "Yeah, I got her in webs and turned her over to the police. She was dead ass putting up a fight too." He spat as he took the final bite of his cookie.

"That's insane...C'mere I gotta make sure I got this little web design right on your mask," You said as you beckoned him to come down from your ceiling. He zipped down, landing on both of his feet within seconds. You held up the small fabric sheet, allowing him to examine the thin markings where his web design would go. "Nice! Looks amazing. Wouldn't expect anything less from mi Costurera personal!" He exclaimed. You smiled delicately as you continued cutting out the patterns, leaving the spaces he wanted to spray paint on blank.

You spent the next 9 hours talking as you finished his suit and mask. He leaned back on your desk, arms crossed against his chest as you explained color theory, why you were sewing his suit inside out, and why you outlined the pattern with white chalk. It was getting dark outside, and you felt slightly drowsy as you finished the last stitches on his mask. "Alright, love, here you go. I'm pretty sure it's the right size, but put it on when you get time and come back if it's too small." you smiled as you hand him the mask. "Oh, dope! Bet." He says as he suddenly pulls off his mask, releasing his fluffy hair from the tight confines of the spandex. Your eyes widened as you slowly realized Spider-Man had casually taken his mask off in front of me.

You didn't hide that you were staring at his entire face, analyzing his features as soon as the mask came off. He chuckled as he put the other mask on, looking in the mirror on the wall to check out his new mask. "It's perfect! It's exactly like how I wanted, you're a literal angel!" he fanboys as he poses like a dork in my mirror. "How much do I owe you?" He asks as he turns around, fidgeting with the gloves of his suit as he pulled out a wad of money from seemingly nowhere. "Pshh, bitch you look amazing. Just take the suit. It's free." I insisted, leaning back in my chair and placing both feet on my desk.

His eyes narrowed as he advanced to me, grabbed my wrist, and firmly placed the money in my hand. "That was 10 hours of work. I'm NOT taking advantage of your labor." He stated, pulling off his mask purely so he could give me the most serious, slightly-offended look of his life. I nodded slowly as I put the money in my bag cautiously. "Good. Thank you, mi angelita!" He added, pressing a small kiss to my forehead. "C'mon, I'll swing you home. I know your studio closed hours ago" he reasoned as he scooped me up from my chair, throwing me over his shoulder and slipping his new mask back on. "Spidey, c'mon its really no trou-" I began

"Miles." He corrected.

I sighed as I packed up his suit, gently wrapping it in a cute little box and signing it with my infamous signature, "M.J." before wrapping both arms around his neck gently and giving him a small kiss on his temple, mentally preparing myself to swing through half the damn city at inhumane speeds.

Miles's eyes widened at the small detail, turning to look behind him slightly with a small smirk.

"M.J, huh?"

#across the spiderverse #atsv #into the spiderverse #miles morales x reader #miles morales #miles x reader #miles morales headcanons #miles molares #across the spider verse #spiderverse #earth 1610 miles morales x reader

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shootinwebs · 9 months ago

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fucked up shortwrite huskerdust fic/excerpt (angel pov) because i'm all fucked up and venting some bullshit

( content warnings: mild NSFW implied, sexual abuse / angel & valentino, graphic imagined gore )

( spoilers: s1:e4 )

I thought having sex with Husk would comfort me.

But, after we'd been kissing and rubbing for a while, and he started to prepare himself to enter me, I clammed up.

I couldn't get it out of my head. Having to fake an orgasm for Val that day, having to cry out the words "I love you" at the peak of it. It made me sick to my stomach. It made every part of me tense up.

"...stop..." I gasped to Husk. My voice was so small, as I was gritting my teeth.

He heard me and backed off.

I hugged myself tightly, folding my legs against my torso.

"...I'm sorry..." I whimpered, starting to cry a little. From the humiliation of what sounds and words I'd had to force out of me with Val hours before.

"...Anything I can do for you?" Husk asked softly, zipping up his pants.

"...I... I want you to stay with me, but please don't touch me..."

Not that I ever fucking read that shit, but...

There's something in Shakespeare about how... something isn't truly the worst until you can no longer say it is. I don't know what it's really supposed to mean, but, to me... it ain't the worst until there are no words. When you can't form them in your head anymore.

There existed a number of words for it. But I didn't have the electricity running in my head enough to think them. Violated, dirtied, tormented. None of them sufficed. But whatever it was, I felt fucking that by the sounds replaying in my head. I wanted to rip my head open and gouge out my fucking brain. A shotgun in my mouth wouldn't be violent enough. I needed to stab myself over and over and over again in my fucking skull and mangle the grey matter and then fucking stomp the shit out of it.

Husk noticed me trembling, and that my eyes were wide and staring at nothing. My breathing had become violent.

He moved to the edge of the bed to sit there, giving me space.

"Hey, if... If you need someone to beat the shit out of, I volunteer," Husk said.

Normally, that would've made me laugh.

But no. With how fucking furious and torn open and disgusting I felt... if I started hitting him, it would be hard for me to stop.

I was scared of how violently enraged I was.

I held my head with my hands pressed over my ears, as if in a feeble attempt to keep the sounds of my own voice in my ineffable memory away.

And a noise came out of me like a low growl. I needed to scream. But it wouldn't come out; I had to build it up.

I kept forcing my voice out, until I was indeed screaming, at the top of my lungs.

I couldn't stop.

Some seconds into it, I felt a soft pressure enclose me.

It wasn't Husk. I would have instinctively gored anyone with my bare hands if they touched me.

When I lost my voice and couldn't scream anymore, and was just a trembling mess with tears running down my face, I noticed it was layers of weighted blankets on top of me.

Husk was still there, at the foot of the bed. Just to be there. Keeping his hands to himself, not trying to console me with empty, hopeless words.

I loved him for it. That way he had of never forcing me to talk about anything, never hugging me if I didn't want it, and most of all, his understanding that, in my circumstances, there were no uplifting words.

He understood and respected the hopelessness of it all. The lost cause.

He knew any "it'll be okay" bullshit would infuriate me, or make me physically ill at best.

He made me feel safe.

Loved.

Known.

I wanted to tell him I loved him, in that moment.

But the phrase had been tarnished.

So I just said his name instead.

"...Hassan..." I whimpered his real name in a painful rasp.

"Yes, baby?"

I just said it again.

And he understood.

#hazbin hotel #huskerdust #angelhusk #casino hearts #angel dust #husk hazbin

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emeritus-fuckers · 1 year ago

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I know you said requests are closed, but I’m really hoping you can help.

My friend just lost a family member and I was hoping you’d be willing to write some confit hcs with any of the papas or the ghouls.

I fully understand if you ignore and delete this. I’m just trying to cheer him up since he and I are long distance friends and I can’t do much over the phone.

Thanks for your time and consideration

-🥀

I'm using the characters discussed in the dms. I hope this helps. - Jez

Comfort after losing a loved one headcanons

Includes: Primo, Copia, Mountain, Swiss, Sodo, Rain and Cumulus

Primo

Due to his age, he's lost many people in his life. Some closer than others. So he understands your loss and is there in whatever way you need him to be.

He's there to offer a shoulder to cry on and an ear to listen.

He'll kiss your hands as you talk. Or rub your back. Or whatever you wish. He's there to support you.

Offers to help you grow the most beautiful flowers for their grave when you're ready.

He lets you talk all you want. Whenever you need. It doesn't matter if he's in the middle of something.

He's always there for you.

If you want to get your mind off of it, he'll offer many relaxing activities.

No matter what you need to do, he will be there for you and he'll do his best to provide you his support.

Copia

He knows he's not the best at comforting, but he does his best. He holds you tightly and lets you talk about the person you lost.

Tries his best to sympathize with you. Lets you hold and okay with his rats in hopes that it'll cheer you up at least a little bit.

Watches your comfort movies with you. Gets your favorite food. He tries his best to make sure you know you can always count on him.

Sister will probably get upset with him for it, but he won't even touch his work until you feel better.

He loves you so much, he wishes he could do something to magically remove your pain, but he knows healing can take a long time.

He'll be there with you the entire time. He loves you a lot. And he'll do anything you ask, just as long as he can comfort you somehow.

Mountain

Lets you get all the frustration out on his drumset.

You're also forbidden from walking. He's gonna carry you and give you all the hugs and kisses he can.

His tail is basically your new stress toy. He doesn't care how sensitive it is, if you want to play with it, it's yours.

He'd let you absolutely bite or scratch him if needed.

Doesn't mind if you need to cling to him, he easily carries you with one arm.

Makes you food and offers to feed you.

He'll baby you all you need, taking care of your needs for you.

He's even gonna keep you wrapped in a blanket.

You can take all your time mourning. He's got you.

Lets you talk and and cry all you need. He's fully prepared to do absolutely anything for you, no matter what that is.

Swiss

He's gonna do his best to bring you some joy.

Plays funny riffs for you, acts out funny scenes, tells you dumb jokes and puns.

Lets you fuck around with his instruments if it helps.

Swiss lives for your smiles so by default, he tries to get you to smile.

He's willing to cuddle you to oblivion if it helps you.

Kisses and hugs all around.

He's going to listen to you and make as much small talk as possible.

It's just his first instinct to distract you and cheer you up. If you tell him that's not what you need, he'll listen.

He'll let you lay on top of him, throwing a dumb joke to hopefully cheer you up.

He does his best to make you focus on happy thoughts about the person you've lost, kissing you all over.

Will absolutely make a fool out of himself for you.

Sodo

The first thing he does is make sure you get your space. Unless you specifically ask him to let someone get close to you, he's gonna chase anyone away. You are not to be bothered and that's final.

He's the most protective of the bunch, I'd say. But he's also rather awkward.

He will bring you things to cheer you up. Your favorite snacks and drinks, fluffy blankets...

He gets you plushies and other stuff you can cuddle up to.

He deals with his issues by biting you, so he offers to let you bite him, hoping it helps at least a little bit.

Tell him what you need, it'll make everything much easier for the both of you.

He'll let you cuddle onto him for as long as you need. He can't say no to you.

He'll let you hold into him as long as you need, doesn't matter how long.

Rain

He's very good at soothing you.

Let's you curl up on his lap. He'll hold you and give you tiny kisses.

He'll play his bass for you, might offer to teach you a few simple riffs.

He'll let you play with his tail and talk about the loved one you lost.

Will offer to take you out for a swim, since it usually soothes him.

He would slowly undress you both and cuddles with you in the bathtub.

He's not too fond of bubble baths, but he doesn't mind if it's for you.

He'll gladly endure anything, really, if it cheers you up.

Kisses your hair often. Murmurs comforting words.

Basically becomes your own personal plushie until you feel better.

Cumulus

Speaking of plushies, this gorgeous Ghoulette becomes your plushie, pillow and mattress.

Lay on top of her all you need. Cry all you need. She's prepared for that.

She'll quietly sing to you, hoping to make you feel better.

If she's not holding you, she's getting your favorite snack and trying anything she can to bring a smile to your face.

She'll listen to you, rubbing comforting circles on your back as she kisses he top of your head.

She's very good at making you feel heard.

She'll listen to any stories you have and will also ask about them, hoping you'll feel a bit better if you focus on the happy memory.

She's also completely okay with you hiding from the rest of the world in her chest of thighs.

She offerss you her complete support, no matter what you need.

Written by Jez.

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nian-7 · 1 year ago

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hellooo, can request Jouno with the fluff alphabet, I'd request the whole alphabet if that's alright with you, but if not, then please choose the letters you want :]] (take as much time as you want, even if it's up to a whole year or more, just don't pressure yourself ^^) btw Your writing is SO GOOD, I LOVE IT HEHE

hi anon, thank you! enjoy

Jouno Saigiku x gn!reader

✧fluff alphabet

Affection

Not the most affectionate man. It's a moderate amount, usually in private. He doesn't love pda but it's not like he hates it either. Keep it to a minimum in public. Hugging, hand holding, simple things in public. In private, he gives you affection. A kiss on your head while you lean against him or holding your waist to bring you closer.

Beauty

Since he is blind, he can't see any of your features physically but he can touch them. Jouno would like your hands. He likes to hold them and keep his intertwined with yours. He's able to feel them and easily visualize them and that's something he just really likes.

Comfort

He's not... great. He's very like 'tough love' and so he kind of tries but also it's not very helpful when he does say something to attempt to make you feel better. It'd be much better if he stuck with cuddling or just simply hugging you to help you feel comforted.

Domestic

Certain tasks he can do easily, other tasks... not so much. He can help clean and do the laundry. He doesn't mind doing those simple chores to just help out.

Fight

Depends. Sometimes he does apologize first. If he was in the wrong and he knows that he was. Other times he'll be stubborn about it and wait for you to make the move to apologize first and still it'd be a wild card whether he'd accept that apology or tease you about it.

Gentle

Even when he does seem a bit rough around the edges and well, bitchy rude, he is nicer to you. Depending on what you'd count as nice though. He can be very teasing but, usually he means well. He does try to be nicer and gentler with you than he is with his fellow Hunting Dogs.

Hugs

He enjoys them, he isn't against a quick hug usually. They're easy and not so intimate that he'd dislike having one given to him in public. Only from you though, you're the exception and it'll stay that way.

Impression

I wouldn't doubt it that he found you a bit annoying at first. Usually, that'd be his first impression of many and it takes him a bit to discard that impression and actually get to know you. Until then, it'll be quite annoying to try to genuinely talk to him.

Jealousy

Oh, does he get jealous. He is a jealous boyfriend, you are his partner after all, how could you blame him for getting jealous when another guy starts trying to hit on you. It is not something he enjoys at all and who would? The menacing smile he gives them is usually enough to have them back away.

Kisses

They're enjoyable and quick. He knows you get a little upset when he pulls away before you had your fill with the kiss and he thinks it's cute. He likes it when you decide to engage a kiss with him more than when he has to do it all the time.

Little things

Soft. Jouno. When he's tired, he gets softer than usual. He's not in the mood for teasing or messing with you when he's tired and he gets really sweet. It's almost scary but, you take it when it comes and enjoy it while it lasts.

Mornings

He's usually up before you and sometimes even out of the house if he has to be. He'll usually leave you some sort of breakfast or just a little something to show you that he was thinking of you before he left.

Nicknames

If you want him to give you one, he doesn't mind. Just be prepared for the slightly mean and random ones he calls you before you actually tell him what you'd like to have your nickname be. Then he'll oblige. Sometimes.

Open

Ehhh, could be worse in terms of openness. He tells you about his day and such, he doesn't hide a lot from you but he also uses the excuse of 'Well, you didn't ask' when you figure something out about him.

Patience

Depends heavily on the situation. Comforting you, he tries his best to have as much patience as he can. If you're close to pissing him off in a fight, you'll know when his patience is running thin. It's not as if he'd do much but he does tend to be a bit rude because he needs to blow off some steam and just relax.

Quirks

He can be a little weird without even realizing it. He makes fun of how Tecchou eats those weird food combos but, Jouno can also be weird. It'd be that kind of 'weird' where it's only when you see it or realize he's doing it and then he'll never do it again if you mention it to him.

Romance

Not really. He's quite bad at it actually. Genuinely has no clue how to be romantic and thinks just giving you any sort of affection or attention is romantic enough to pass as him being romantic.

Security

Very protective and you can't blame him. He doesn't want to lose you in something like his line of work. You're very important to him and even when it doesn't seem like it, he'd never be content with losing you.

Try

Although seeming a bit indifferent at times about the relationship, he is trying. There are times where it seems like he's putting minimal effort in but, it might be due to the fact that he's got no experience in such a thing.

Ugly

He can be a bit mean sometimes. It's not that he does it really intentionally but sometimes things he says come out ruder than he would have actually meant them and he'd like for you to understand that.

Vanity

Truly he doesn't particularly care about how he looks. As long as he looks presentable to be in public then it's fine by him. He can't see himself either way so he relies on you to tell him if there's something up with his hair or on his face, if he couldn't tell beforehand.

Whole

Hates to admit that he does in fact feel a lot more comfortable and 'complete' in a way when you're around. It's a weird feeling

Yuck

He'd hate getting babied because he's blind or just in general sometimes. It pisses him off and he'd like to just be treated normally since he certainly is able to function normally.

Zzz

Jouno isn't a heavy sleeper and that is likely due to his work as a Hunting Dog. He's got to be ready for action and he's been woken up at least more than once before to make him able to wake up easily without much trouble.

please do not repost any of my work without my permission, thank you for reading.

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rjthirsty · 2 months ago

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Pregnant with Ikepri

We've seen how dating, their first time, and engagement proposals pan out, but what Cybird will never deliver to us is that pivotal moment that MC tells one of the LIs that she's expecting.

This is just my idea of how it will work out with each suitor. MC is AFAB, and all suitors are AMAB. Obvious mentions of pregnancy lie ahead. Just a fun little exercise to test out drabbles.

Jin

It's hard to find the words. You confirmed it with a physician, and you know you need to tell him, but having a baby with a commoner churns up trauma for Jin, and you're afraid he'll turn you out.

“I'm pregnant.” You finally manage.

Chevalier

“But I don't need to to love him.”

Gilbert

“Do you want me to tell him?” Walter asked, a serious note in his voice.

“No. I want him to hear it from me.”

“I'm fine,” you assured him as he quickly looked you over. “I just… have something to tell you.”

Gil's perfect smile covered up his momentary worry. “Surely, no one has bothered my little rabbit. Yet your heart is racing like the day we met.”

“Gil! Gilbert, please. I can't breathe.”

He relinquished you, and as you gasped lungfuls of air, he scooped you up and strode out the door. “Wait! Gil! Where are we going?”

“Do you presume you can order me around?”

“No, but if you do this, I will never forgive you.”

“Now,” you began calmly, “I'll make some tea, and we can talk about this. At a table. With no shackles or rope.”

“I’m so weak to your requests. At least let me lock the doors so no one can bother us.”

“You can lock the doors if I get the key to them during our talk.”

Sariel

The palace devil and you were lovers. No one believed it when you first announced it, but you two were every bit as in love as two people could be - you just had a work image to uphold.

He was smiling that morning. You didn't think much of it, but he did seem happier than normal despite you having an appointment you had been adamant he didn't attend. You were being seen by a physician due to a bout of flu that had been plaguing you.

It turns out it wasn't the flu. You were pregnant. Morning sickness is a common ailment in the first trimester. No wonder you felt better as the day continued.

When you attempted to return to work, taking your time to consider how you were going to surprise Sariel with the news, he ushered you back to your room saying you had the rest of the day off– and so did he.

After he fixed you both tea, he sat across from you, his violet gaze fixed on you, and you were aware he was expecting something, just what it was you weren't sure.

“Will you be filling me in, or do you intend to hold me captive with your glowing beauty?”

“I… Why do we have the afternoon off?” His compliment makes your cheeks flush, even after all this time.

“I imagined you'd be pleased to have some extra time with me.”

“I am. …You're not concerned about becoming sick?”

“Not at all.”

The gears were turning in your mind. He had been happier than usual lately, even with you vomiting each morning. And each night he held you closer and more gently. He didn't even push when you told him he couldn't take time off to help you with your illness. And on top of that, any time you were ready to get some work done, he didn't worry over you like he was already aware you weren't contagious and you felt better as the day progressed.

“How did you already know?” You pursed your lips, slightly annoyed he took the surprise from you.

“I’m sure I have no idea to what you are referring.” Sariel bright his teacup to his smirking lips.

“We're having a baby!” Despite knowing he already knew, you couldn't help but shout in excitement.

Forgive me if this is OOC. I'm not a fan of Sariel, but I wanted to include him. I gave it my best shot. Also, you know this dude knows your cycle better than you do.

Rio

“I love your pain perdu!” Rio happily took the plate and ushered you into his room. He helped you into a seat and set the plate between the two of you before taking his own seat across the table. Even as a prince, he still waited on you hand and foot and that may never change. “What's the occasion?”

Of course Rio would see right through your reason for making his favorite food. You were so predictable when it came to doing something nice for him, next time you’d have to think of a different way to bring up good news.

“I was just thinking about you and wanted you to have something special. Dig in.”

Rio didn’t need to be told twice. You watched as he began devouring the sweet treat, smiling as well as he could manage with a mouthful of food. As soon as he was several bites into it, you decided now was the time.

“I’m pregnant!” You suddenly blurted.

“Hrk..ckff..” Rio choked and leaned over, coughing to try to get the food down the right tube.

“I’m sorry!” You jumped up and began rubbing circles on his back. “I didn’t mean to make you choke!”

Rio gasped in a deep breath. “Really?”

“Of course not! I wasn’t planning on that part. I guess I just mistimed the announcement.”

“No, not that– I’m fine. Are you really pregnant?” Rio sat back and looked up at you, tears in the corners of his eyes.

“Oh… Yes. I’m really pregnant.”

The tears that rimmed his lids grew and soon they were rushing down his face. Rio was crying. He was really crying. You stared at him, never having seen it before. He’d always been certain to put on a happy face for you, but here he was, crying.

“Rio?” Concerned laced your voice.

“I’m just so happy.” Rio sniffed and wiped at his face, trying to stop the tears. “Aw man, what kind of father am I going to be if I’m crying already?”

He leaned into you, hugging your waist and nuzzling into your stomach. Your hand naturally found its way to his head and you pet him as he loved against you.

Nokto

Nokto stood motionless, his red eyes swimming with the thoughts that were circling through his mind. He had lost his smirk when you had informed him you were expecting, but he didn’t say anything else. You were aware this was something he’d need time to work through, and gracefully, you gave him the time as the seconds stretched into minutes and Nokto continued to stare someplace far away, sorting out his many feelings on the matter.

You wrung your hands. You couldn’t help but purse your lips, trying not to chew on them while you waited. Nerves gnawed at your heart. You knew he wasn’t going to leave you, but children were not something either of you were ready for, and you weren’t sure what would happen now.

“Nokto…” You tentatively called, trying to draw him back to you. His eyes refocused and he quirked a small smirk on his lips. He put it there to comfort you, even though you knew what his genuine smiles looked like.

His hands slid along your hips, up to your waist, and around to the small of your back where he pulled you closer to him so you could stand pelvis to pelvis and nearly nose to nose.

“Well, it wasn’t what I had planned, but I’m good with working with surprises.” He said, sounding like he was trying to convince himself more than you.

“There are… things we can do if now is really not the time.” You had read it in your fantasy books, but there was a truth to those tales, as well. You knew of apothecaries and women considered skilled in arts that could remove things unwanted…

“No.” Nokto answered before your thoughts could slip down into the darkness your heart didn’t really want. “No, I don’t want that.”

Nokto leaned his forehead against yours, brushing his nose gently along your own. He sighed, his eyes downcast. “I’m not ready, but the last thing I want is to see you unhappy. You’d give up your heart if you knew it would make me more comfortable and… and I just don’t want that.”

Tears stung your eyes. Not many people understood the kind of man that Nokto was, but you knew he had a kindness in him that touched every decision he ever made. It was almost too much to have that kindness directed entirely on you.

“I suppose I just have to get used to being called papa. Hm.” Nokto tilted his head and smiled in amusement. “I think I like that.”

Clavis

Clavis took a moment outside his closed bedroom door in his own mansion, readying himself for the explosion of his confetti cannon he knew was about to go off. He hadn’t set it up, but only Cyran, you, and he had a key to his room, and someone was certainly in there. Seeing as how Hugo and Kai were futilely attempting to hide around the corner down the hallway, that narrowed the suspects down.

He had noticed the way Cyran seemed to be helping you with something lately, though Cyran pretended to not know what it was every time asked. To think his own sworn soldier would betray his trust for you… well, it couldn’t be helped. You deserved to be first for everyone as long as he was first for you.

Clavis threw open the door, taking a step backwards to avoid being drowned in confetti. “My lovely fiancee! Your lover is home!” Throwing his hands in the air, he grinned brightly, proud that he had set off the cannon without being a victim to it. You had done an exceptional job of rigging it. You really were his partner in crime.

On the other side of the room you stood with Cyran, frowning.

“See, my lady, there’s really no fooling him. You gave it your best shot.” Cyran said apologetically.

“Ah, yes, it was a valiant effort!” Clavis agreed.

“That’s fine. I know I’ve got you with this next one, Clavis.” You grinned, as Clavis’ smile dipped slightly, wondering if he hadn’t been observant enough. Perhaps he missed another trap. A quick glance around told him there was nothing visibly he could identify.

“And what is it you have up your sleeve?” He asked with a tilt to his head.

“We’re having a baby!”

The way Clavis’ eyes went wide and his smile fell in shock was exactly the face you were hoping to see. A moment where he was unguarded and unable to keep his composure. Those were the moments you loved to see from him most, but they were a rare occurrence with the way he always attempted to look cool in front of you.

You raced across the room and threw yourself into his arms, jumping to wrap yours around his neck. “I love you so much, Daddy Clavis!”

Clavis caught you, but it seemed he still hadn’t yet recovered, staring at you incredulously. “... Daddy Clavis…?” His voice was a breathy whisper. And while you were all smiles, Clavis was anything but.

Putting you softly down, he dipped out from under your arms and turned from his room to walk down the hallway, turning at the next room and closing himself inside.

Despite his absence, your grin only grew wider. You nearly skipped as you followed him to the closed door and knocked on it. “Clavis?”

No answer came.

“I know. And it’s okay. I’m glad you’re happy. I’ll be right here when you’re done.” You said, leaning against the door and clasping your hands over your heart.

“Haha. I just figured it wasn’t appropriate for me to pounce on you in front of others.” Clavis said, his voice thick as if he had already started crying and coming from somewhere lower than where you stood on the other side of the door.

“Mhm.” You knew it was just an excuse. “Thank you.”

“I just need to calm myself down before I see you again, or we might be having many more babies in the near future.”

“That’s not how it works.” You mused. “But we also have time to have many more babies in the future. As many as you want, Clavis.”

You could have sworn you heard him choking back a happy sob. He was never going to manage keeping his cool air when your child was born - he’s doomed to be the emotional parent.

Silvio

A loud thud proceeded the crash of your door as Silvio kicked it open, stopping you in your tracks from the anxious pacing you had been doing while preoccupied with your thoughts. He looked angry. He always looked angry to others, but to you who had learned his scowl wasn't the only expression he was capable of, he looked angry right now.

“What? Be nice to my door. You could learn to knock.”

“Sassy as always. Got a lot of nerve talking to me like that. Where were you?” Silvio had only stepped into the room, leaving plenty of space between the two of you.

Raising your eyebrows and hands at the same time, you waved your hands around the room. “Here. Exactly where you found me.”

Silvio gave you a long and hard stare, then surveyed the room from his spot near the door. Clearly there was something more he wanted to say, but he clicked his tongue in annoyance instead.

You waited. There were two ways to get him to express himself. You could pretend you were busy and continue on with your task - difficult at the moment since you were deep in thought and wouldn't be able to think with him standing there, sulking. Or you could wait him out, put the pressure on him to fill the silence with what he needed to say - the better option at the moment.

So you waited. Seconds passed. Minutes stretched. Silvio refused to make eye contact but he was very aware you were staring straight at him.

Finally he threw out a heavy sigh and grumbled, “Ya’ missed dinner.”

“Oh!” You hadn't even realized how late it had gotten.

“Are you serious?” Silvio sounded exasperated.

“Well… yeah. I lost track of time.”

“What had you so busy ya couldn't make dinner?” Once again Silvio scanned the room, but there would be no clue for him to find. What had you so busy was your own thoughts about how to spring the news. You were excited. And anxious. And overjoyed. And overwhelmed. And a million other feelings you couldn't put into words and you wanted to have those words to tell him–

“I'm pregnant!” You blurted out. You saw his eyes go wide, jumping from your gaze to your stomach.

“What was that?”

He heard. There was no way he hadn't with the way he looked at your belly. Suddenly the whole situation seemed ridiculous. You wanted to tell him in the best way and this is how it ended up and that is how he looked when you told him and it was all just too funny to contain. So you laughed. Your laughter rang out and filled the room. Your laughter brought tears to your eyes.

Silvio scowled and crossed the room to grab your arm. “Are ya serious right now?”

You nodded, unable to control your breath to even utter a “yes.”

Once again realization and surprise crossed his face, replaced with a smile that started small and expanded until it was the biggest grin you had ever seen from him.

“We're having a baby,” Silvio said with awe, as if it coming out of his own mouth made it more believable to him.

Just as you were finally calming down, taking in deep mirthful breaths, Silvio chuckled and wiped at his eye. Was that a tear?

You stared up at him, this time your face was colored in surprise. “Did you just–”

“Shuddup,” he grumbled, pulling you closer to press his mouth to yours. The kiss turned deep and passionate and left you breathless for again.

As you tried to get your breathing under control (again), Silvio hugged you to him and dropped his chin on your head as he murmured, “Come on, I'll make you something to eat.”

Leon

You watched from the doors to the training hall as Leon instructed his soldiers through combat drills, eagerly awaiting a break so you could share the news with the love of your life. You didn't want to interrupt, but your giddiness about expecting a child had you practically vibrating, and it was so hard not to rush Leon right then.

“Chief, think we can take five? It’s sweltering today.” Jin called. Leon glanced at him, then his gaze moved to you and he smiled brightly.

His voice boomed through the hall, giving to order for some rest before reconvenning shortly, and soon soldiers were milling about, and the room was full of friendly chatter. Your excitement carried you quicker than Leon's long strides could, and you practically jumped into his arms in an attempt to give him a hug. Nerves buzzed through you.

“Haha. What's gotten into you?” Leon asked, easily catching you and holding you tight.

“I'm just so happy, I almost can't stand it. Leon, I need to tell you something.” You pulled back, looking up at him and making eye contact so he could see how serious you were in this moment.

Leon's eyes locked on yours. “Okay. I'm listening.”

Your heart started pounding harder than it had all day. Your hands trembled from the adrenaline coursing through you. Your thoughts began to spin, trying to find the perfect way to tell him.

Leon took your hands in his, bringing warmth to your fingers that had gone numb without your knowledge. And with that warmth, the words freely fell from your lips.

“We're having a baby! You're going to be a father!”

Leon's eyes went wider than you had ever seen them go. The announcement hit him unexpectedly. Then his dazzling grin that held the warmth of the sun graced his face, and his lips were on yours. His hands cupped your cheeks. How did he move them so fast? Holding you to him, he refused to let you pull away from his long lock on your lips. Only breaking it to kiss you again and again, raining affection on you.

“Le–” Kiss. “Wai–” Kiss. “Ee!” Another kiss. He wasn't letting a single word come from you, and EVERYONE WAS STARING.

“Leon! Give her a break! This isn't the place for that!” Yves yelled, scolding his brother as he often did.

Thankfully, Leon finally relented, leaving you gasping. He hugged an arm around your shoulder, pulling you flush against him, and turned towards the training hall where hundreds of people were gathered.

“Your Queen is pregnant! We're having a baby!” His voice naturally filled the room, even more so with how quiet it had gotten.

Your cheeks flared with heat, and the room filled with cheers. Yves and Licht both looked shocked. Jin was grinning and leading the cheering crowd. And Leon was beaming from ear to ear.

Leon gets way ahead of himself with this pregnancy and his first child. He can't wait for the kids to arrive, and once born, he dotes on them more than he dotes on you. He had always been great with kids. He's even better with his own. He's already talking about another way before you've even thought about it - probably while you're still pregnant.

Yves

The finishing touches were finally done on your super special tea party that you’d been preparing for all morning. Yves had been busy with work, which was perfect for you to be able to take over the kitchen and concoct some desserts that would make the announcement even more fun. What could be more fun than taking all your favorite pastries and turning them into baby-sized foods? Tea cakes? Now petit. Scones? Why not mini? Anything full sized could be made into something smaller.

Now set up, you take an appreciative look around and smile happily at your accomplishments. Just in time, too. Yves walked regally through the gardens, his blond hair shining as brightly as the golden sun. He was smiling, and you loved the way his blue eyes looked when his cupid lips were pulled into such a happy smile.

Quickly greeting him, you pull him to the settee and sit beside him, the both of you turned at an angle to face each other so you can share about your day so far. And of course, you have the BIG NEWS. His attention lands on the baby version of desserts.

“Did a new pattasier open up? I’ve never seen food so dainty before. What is this? A tiny cake?”

“Ah, no. I made them!” You happily explain.

“They’re really cute!” Yves exclaims while marveling at your skills.

“They are, aren’t they? They’re kind of baby-sized bundles of sweets, don’t you think?” You really can’t help yourself, it’s too hard to keep your excitement hidden.

It wasn’t like the two of you had been trying for a family, and honestly, the topic had never come up, but Yves was such a wonderful man that you knew he’d be perfect as a father. You’d seen him interact with kids many times from the various orphanage works you two did. And while you knew his mother passed during childbirth, and that sting still hurt from time to time, she was never in good health anyways according to Yves, so it wasn’t a surprise labor was too difficult for her.

“I suppose you could say that.” Yves contemplated the question while gracefully lining a plate with bite-sized bits. “What sparked the idea?”

Of course now that it was time to say something, you suddenly felt silly for the big display. Twisting your hands in your lap, your cheeks heating up, you turn your eyes to the food and stumble over your words. “W-well… you know… it-um… it was supposed to be a theme I kind of thought of to share some news.”

Yves stopped moving. You could feel him staring at you. Did he understand? Was he happy? It was hard to tell because you weren’t looking at him. “A theme?”

You brought your hands up to your cheeks, ready to hide behind them as you tried to cool your face down. “Yeah. A baby theme.”

Finally, you glance at Yves through cracked fingers and he’s staring wide-eyed, it suddenly dawning on him what you were trying to get across. His eyes glistened as they grew watery, and before you can even guess how he’d take the news a grin stretched from ear to ear as tears began to roll down his cheeks.

“You’re having a baby?” He says in disbelief, but you know that there’s so much happiness in that expression and so much love he has in his heart for you.

“We’re having a baby.” You answer.

A small sob escapes him before he starts laughing, throwing his arms around you and covering you in kisses that are wet with tears.

#ikepri fanfic #ikepri headcanons #ikepri jin #ikepri gilbert #ikepri chevalier #ikepri clavis #ikepri nokto #ikepri yves #ikepri leon #ikepri sariel #ikepri silvio #ikepri rio #rjthirsty fanfic #cw pregnancy

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runningfrom2am · 1 year ago

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all my ghosts - (d.s)

an ‘on the one screen in my town’ oneshot

summary: drew gets cast as the love interest in mason's newest music video.

this is set after 'kinda famous' but before the rest of the plot! this was also a request from @winterrrnight and i cannot disappoint my girl duh

watch the mv i based this on here!

wc: 1.2k

tags/warnings: none!! unedited?? intentional use of lowercase?? also a heads up that i did not come up with this song any of the lyrics or the music video!! all credits go to the original artist and her team (lizzy macalpine!)

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"do you know who they casted yet?" este asks, brushing back mason's hair away from her eyes to pull it up in to a messy bun for the opening shots.

"no, no clue." mason replies, watching her friend in the mirror and trying to stay as still as possible.

"don't you get to make these decisions?" este laughs, throwing the bun loosely into a scrunchy and reaching for her bobby pins to secure it.

"nope." mason giggles. "but i trust my team. i just said someone who gives kind of a 'boy next door' vibe but in a very relaxed way, who's taller than me, and doesn't look like he's forty."

"jeez, lower your standards." este chuckles, shaking her head. "i'm sure they found the perfect person. it'll be so, so good."

"i'm a little nervous." mason admits. "it's my first single after the last album, after the breakup- i don't want to disappoint anyone. you know?"

"i get it." este nods. "but this song is amazing, the video will do it justice. i know it." she assures her friend, leaning down to get a better look at her hair in the mirror. "i think you're ready! just don't throw your hair around too much. it takes a lot to perfect a messy bun."

mason smiles and turns her head to look at her makeup and hair, grinning in satisfaction. the bags under her eyes were emphasized and her brows darkened, but the rest of the makeup was meant to look very minimal. "i'll be careful." she assures her friend, standing up and stretching out.

"mason! we're ready for you." one of the producers is sticking her head in the door of the trailer, and the star quickly adjusts her costume, sweat shorts and a tank top before following her out, waving goodbye to her best friend who is already getting ready for her next client; mason's costar.

mason goes out and shoots a couple casual shots, walking into the corner store and browsing at a few different aisles and coolers. they don't know what will make the final cut just yet, but they'll gather an array of footage just in case.

"okay, we're going to get you guys together now, just act natural, have a look around and be very casual but definitely make it your own. it'll make it real- but we can always try again." the director says and mason nods, looking past her as the bell on the door rings and they bring in her costar.

mason stands on her top toes to look over the shelves in front of her, and smiles wide when she sees who they had casted. "drew! hi!" she grins, quickly making her way over and dodging cameras and mic's to give him a hug.

"hey, mason." drew smiles, wrapping his arms around her shoulders.

"oh my god!" she laughs, quickly pulling away. "i didn't even know you auditioned!"

"well, i thought i wouldn't tell you until i got it. it would be embarrassing if i didn't, hey?" drew chuckled. "and then i figured i'd just see you here."

"of course you would get it, are you joking?" mason smiles, hugging him quickly again. "i'm really glad you're here. this will be fun."

"it sounds like it." drew nods, that ever lovely smirk present on his lips.

"basically, we're just fucking around and they're filming it. minimal acting required." mason shrugs as drew slips an arm over her shoulders.

"perfect- let's do this." he nods, quickly pressing a kiss to the side of her head before moving away.

"okay we're ready." the director says, grabbing their attention. "whenever you guys are, just act like we're not here."

"somehow that makes the pressure worse." mason giggles, shaking her head slightly and avoiding eye contact with him now.

"you know all the words, right?" drew asks, a teasing smirk on his face as they walk down the aisle, followed behind and ahead of them by cameras at different angles.

mason gasps, gently shoving him. "how dare you! i wrote every word myself. of course i know them." she giggles.

"okay, well, what's it about?" he asks, grabbing something random off the shelf and turning it over in his hand for just a moment before returning it to its spot.

"you haven't heard it? ouch."

"of course i've heard it. i just want to hear it from you."

"okay," mason nods, continuing to walk beside him slowly as she thinks it over. "it's about falling in love again after being heartbroken, i guess. like, everyone has something that has happened to them in their lives that kind of... haunts them. that they can't let go of, but you can grow around whatever happened and be happy again."

"i see." drew nods. "i get that feeling. it's an amazing song, by the way."

"thank you." mason says, pride evident in her voice along with a slight nod.

it only took a couple of days to shoot the whole thing, most of it just pulling random clips of drew and mason talking and giggling outside of the clips she filmed herself, dancing and singing to the lyrics of her own song.

the last one they filmed together had been the wedding scene, and drew was smiling like an idiot the whole time. the finalized clip only lasted a few seconds, but as he looked her up and down in the white dress, something in him had changed. usually acting to him was no big deal, he could compartmentalize himself from his characters, but this shoot had been entirely different with the producers pushing on them over and over to just 'be themselves'.

"okay! that's a wrap for drew." the producer called as they cut the cameras, the two of them standing face to face at the front of the church.

"thank you so much." mason smiles, reaching around him with the bouquet in hand to give him a hug.

he gladly returned it, gently rubbing her back. "thank you for having me. this was so fun."

"anytime! seriously." mason says, pulling back from the hug after a moment. she's in a bit of a rush to get out of this slightly itchy wedding dress, so she's already stepping down off the small preachers stage.

"hey, wait," drew calls after her, following on her heels as she turns to look at him. "are you free this weekend? to grab lunch or something?"

mason is taken a little by surprise at this, pausing in her step toward the costume tent. "i.. yeah! i would like that. maybe not this weekend, but i'll call you, yeah?"

"okay, yeah. whatever works for you." drew nods, shoving his hands into the pockets of his dress pants.

mason's cheeks are flushed as she looks up at him. "sweet. okay. i've got to get going, but i'll see you soon."

"yeah, see you soon." drew smiles, shifting his weight back onto his heels.

he lets her go, walking the rest of the way down the aisle dressed fully as if she was getting married today. he's quick to lift his hands and rub his palms over his face when he encounters the thought that one day he'd like to see her like this again, be marrying her for real. is he crazy? god, he hopes he isn't crazy.

as she passes off the bouquet to the prop girl, giving her a polite and grateful smile, drew knows he can't wait to see mason again. whatever that may take.

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