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[therealcocoshady]

Kinktober - Day 13 - Daddy

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

A/N : hey guys ! Here is the 2nd prompt for Kinktober Day 13. This time it’s « Daddy ». I only recently got done with it without realizing I would be posting it on the day of his birthday 🙊. I could have made something birthday related but… oh well. Another time, maybe 🙈. I hope you enjoy it. I made it cute & fluffy.

CW : Daddy kink - Pregnancy announcement - Fluff

Marshall Mathers doesn’t have a daddy kink. In fact, it’s kind of the opposite. Maybe it’s a parent thing, but as far as he’s concerned, there are only three persons in the world allowed to call him Daddy : his children. Any woman he is dating g trying to call him that immediately gives him the ick. You sort of learned it the hard way. Being younger than him, you playfully and somewhat threw in the nickname on one occasion when he was being directive. It wasn’t even in bed and, in hindsight, thank God it wasn’t because it would have been that much more awkward. It was one night, you were in his kitchen, making dinner, telling him about your day while you were slicing and dicing some vegetable for the meal you were cooking. « Careful with the knife, babe. Look at what you’re doing or you’re going to cut yourself.  » he gently warned, ever so caring. « Ok Daddy » you chuckled with a grin.

His mood immediately changed and the soft smile on his face was quickly replaced by a frown and an air of disgust. « What did you call me ? » he asked. « Daddy » you repeated « come on, it’s not that deep » you don’t added with a shrug. « Just… don’t » he said. You stopped what you were doing and put the knife aside. « You don’t like it ? » you asked with a raised eyebrow. To you, it wasn’t a big deal. You didn’t have a daddy kink but you were guilty of calling some of your exes « Daddy » in bed. No daddy issues on your part, just some appreciation for someone who could be a little authoritarian in bed. So, to you, playfully using the nickname didn’t sound like anything weird at all. Him, on the other hand, seemed to find it creepy. « Like it ? It’s fucking weird » he scoffed. « you really want to call me Daddy ?! ».

He genuinely seemed disturbed by the thought. Horrified, almost. You giggled and cupped his face. « It was just for fun. Chill, babe. » you said softly. « No but while thinks about their dad when they’re with their man ? » he continued. You couldn’t help but laugh and shook your head. « First of all… I like it when you refer to yourself as my man » you said seductively. « And second of all… it’s not about actual fathers. It’s a vibe, you know ? » you tentatively explained. He hummed but still didn’t seem convinced. « Yeah, well, feel free to come up with any other nickname but… not this one. The only people who are allowed to call me that are my daughters. » he said as he rolled his eyes. You chuckled and agreed before giving him a peck on the cheek.

In the following years, you didn’t fall short when it came to finding cute names to refer to him, some of them being more ridiculous than others. Most of the time, you used classics such as « my love » or « babe » but, every so often, you spiced things up with something ridiculous like « sunshine » or « honeybun ». He often laughed at your antics and, honestly, he didn’t mind the cheesy pet names. If anything, he thought it was kind of funny and cute. As long as you steered clear of « Daddy », he could put up with anything. On the days where you wanted to use a nickname that highlighted his authoritative nature, you tried to find options such as « Boss » or « Top Dog », which never failed to make him chortle.

However, one evening, you just had to go back to using « Daddy ».

You went to find him in his home office, where he was reviewing some visuals for his upcoming album. As the drop date was approaching, he was putting in more and more hours. When you entered the room, you found him with his head in his hands, clearly exhausted. You stood behind him and placed a kiss on his cheek, prompting him to look up. He gave you an exhausted smile, one that showed your intrusion was most welcome. You knew that, as much as he loved the writing/producing/recording part of making an album, the rest sometimes felt like a pain in his ass. And these days, it seemed like it was all about photoshoots, picking visuals, anticipating promo. All the things he didn’t really care for, really.

« So… What’s up, Daddy ? » you asked softly and innocently.

He turned to you and you immediately saw him cringe. You could see the instinctive reaction, as if he had just eaten something sour. His eyebrows shot up, arching sharply in disbelief, while his eyes went wide with a mix of shock and confusion. A slight twitch pulled at the corner of his left eye, as if his brain was desperately trying to process and reject what he'd just heard. His lips pressed together into a thin, tight line, then curled downward in the most uncomfortable grimace imaginable. His jaw clenched visibly, and his nostrils flared as if he was physically trying to hold back whatever retort was forming in his head. For a moment, he looked utterly frozen in place, caught between laughter and utter discomfort, before he finally broke the silence with a sharp shake of his head. “Nah, nah, nah,” he muttered, his voice a mix of strained disbelief and unease, his whole face still scrunched up like he was trying to physically repel the word. The look in his eyes was pleading, practically begging you not to ever do that again.

You couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh. It had been at least a couple of years since the « Daddy » incident but his reaction said it all, he still found it insanely cringy. Too bad, though, because he’d had to get used to it. Marshall’s face shifted from that initial cringe into something more serious, his eyes narrowing as he shook his head, setting his laptop aside with an exaggerated sigh. He turned to you, his lips pressing together tightly, clearly trying to rein in his frustration, but there was no hiding the exasperation in his voice.

« Babe, we’ve been over this already, » he said, gesturing with his hands like he was trying to lay out something obvious. « I told you, no calling me ‘Daddy.’ That’s for my kids. I can’t- »He paused, searching for the right words, but all that came out was a mix of disbelief and irritation. « I don’t even know how to explain it, but it just feels… wrong, alright? ». His tone was firm, but not angry—more like someone who’d had this conversation one too many times and couldn’t believe they were having it again. « You think it’s funny, but no. It’s weird. We’re not doing that, » he added, his brows furrowing in a way that made it clear he was serious. He looked at you, waiting for some sign that you got the message this time, his expression softening just a little as he ran a hand through his hair. « Just… stop, » he finished with a sigh, giving you a look that said he hoped this would be the last time he had to talk about it. Twice was enough already.

« I don’t think I can stop » you said with a grin, waiting for him to connect the dots. « In fact… I think you’re going to get used to it… Daddy» you continued as you placed a hand where, soon enough, a bump would be visible. At first, your man didn’t seem to fully register it. He sat there, still caught in the loop of his usual reaction to your teasing, eyes narrowing in confusion.

But then, slowly, the meaning of your words and the gesture sank in. His expression shifted, eyebrows furrowing as his head tilted slightly, like he was trying to replay your sentence in his mind to make sure he’d heard it right. « Wait... what? » His voice was softer now, disbelief lacing every word. His eyes searched your face for any sign that you were still joking, but instead, he saw the familiar glow in your eyes and the warm, expectant smile that told him this was different. His whole body seemed to freeze for a beat, and then his face changed entirely. His eyes widened first, and his mouth dropped open just a little, like he had to catch his breath. His brow furrowed, but not in confusion anymore—it was the weight of emotion hitting him, the realization dawning in full. « You’re... for real? ». His voice cracked slightly, like he didn’t trust himself to fully believe it yet, but his eyes were already glistening with the first hint of something deeper.

When you nodded, his lips parted into a stunned smile, a slow, almost incredulous laugh bubbling up from his chest. He looked down at your stomach, then back at your face, a hand running over his head as if trying to make sense of the moment. « You… you’re pregnant? ». The words came out softer this time, almost in awe, his eyes never leaving yours. After months of hoping for a positive test that never seemed to come, this was it, finally.

There was a long pause, where all he could do was stare at you, a mixture of joy and disbelief playing across his face, before a laugh finally broke free, a genuine, almost disbelieving laugh, as if he couldn’t wrap his head around it. « I’m gonna be a dad again? ». His voice was filled with wonder now, his hand reaching out to touch your stomach gently, like the reality of it was finally hitting him in waves. His whole face softened, his eyes shining with that rare, unguarded emotion he kept hidden from most. He pulled you into a tight embrace, pulling you to his lap and burying his face in your neck for a moment as he let the weight of it all sink in. « Finally, » he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. He pulled back just enough to look you in the eyes again, a wide, almost boyish grin breaking across his face. « We’re having a baby. ». You nodded with an emotional smile and wrapped your arms around his neck before kissing him.

As the reality of the moment settled in and the initial wave of emotion began to subside, you couldn’t help but tease him, that familiar playful glint dancing in your eyes. You leaned back slightly, still smiling as you ran a hand over your belly, letting your words hang in the air for just a second before speaking. « So, hum, does this mean I finally get a pass to call you ‘Daddy’ now? » you asked, raising an eyebrow with a sly grin, clearly enjoying how the tables had turned on the long-running joke.

Marshall’s reaction was instant. His face immediately scrunched up, that familiar look of playful disgust returning for a moment. He groaned, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe you were still going there, especially now. « Oh, come on, » he muttered, though there was a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He looked at you with mock exasperation, but he couldn’t deny that this time, it felt different. He let out a deep breath, his hand running over his face as if to brace himself. « Alright, alright… » he started, but then his expression became more serious, his eyes locking with yours. « Only when you’re talking to the baby, though, » he added, pointing at you with emphasis. « Like, when you’re telling her something about me, sure, you can say ‘Daddy.’ But otherwise, no. That’s still fucking weird. ». He laughed, shaking his head again, and gently placed his hand over your stomach, the playful moment shifting into something more meaningful. « But yeah, » he added quietly, a softer smile forming. « You can say it… for them. »

His gaze lingered on your belly for a moment longer, the weight of what that word meant now sinking in fully. « I guess I’m gonna have to get used to it, huh? » he said, looking back up at you with that familiar mix of humor and tenderness in his eyes.

[gloryy-vs]

i LOOOVE your acc so much, so when i saw that you’re taking nsfw requests, i just knew you’ll be doing the requests’ justice 😮‍💨 that neteyam with a breeding kink one was wheeeew.

could i request a reader who grew up with neteyam her entire life, the both of them used to telling each other everything. but neteyam doesn’t know how to tell her about his first wet dream being about her, and now he just feels awkward when she’s near bcause it’s all he can think about. reader picks up on him distancing himself and follows him out one night, not knowing he was trying to find a quiet place to masturbate. reader keeps on prying him since she’s been annoyed at the fact that he’s been avoiding her and now he’s telling her to leave, so neteyam ends up bursting and just telling her the truth. idk, like change up the entire thing if you want, i honestly just want more neteyam content but in your writing 🫶 thank you!

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u horny mfs.

yes. but what if we turned this into mutual masturbation

characters: 21 yr old neteyam x 20 year old na’vi!reader

rating: NSFW. masturbating, wet dreams, praising

a/n: just so we’re all on the same page. neteyam might be “ooc” because these are characters that aren’t showcased in a nsfw or horny way, so their kinks/sex life is up to interpretation. that’s why i have people send requests in. 🫶🏻

not proof read cus i’m lazy.

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It was painful being near you, knowing what went through his mind everytime he saw you walk by, bend over or emerge from the crystal waters. Seeing you soaked from head to toe was insufferable for Neteyam. You could tell something was bother him, especially by how he didn’t hang around you as often as you two used to when you were much younger. Every time you’d come by to join the group you could feel the awkwardness radiating from the 8 foot man, and he’d shuffle away after making up some kind of excuse.

You two were almost never alone, her make sure of it, immediately walking in the opposite direction and cursing himself silently if he saw you try and get near him. His confidence and slight ego broke down whenever he was around you. You were quite frankly sick of it. During the clans hunting time, you eyed the male Na’vi , seeing him abandon his siblings to a farther area on the shore. While he walked off you excused yourself from your newly made Metkayina friends, following after your old friend.

Neteyam found himself alone for a bit, the memory of the wet dream he had of you flashing through his head. He leaned himself against the rock, palming at his hard on and picturing you, bent over in front of him teasingly, begging for his warmth. His fantasy was cut short with the sound of your voice coming closer. “Nete? You hear..?” He heard you call out, immediately yanking his hand away from himself and crossing his legs over while standing.

“Y-yeah. Here. What is it? What’s up?” He said quickly, trying to dismiss your presence. You noticed he couldn’t even look you in the eye. his face contorted in thought.

“What’s up with you? You never hang around me anymore..” You trailed off while your hand found a spot on his toned and muscular arm. He drew a sharp breath, raising his head while looking down at you. “Just gotta get some space. New environment I guess.” Neteyam tried to convince you, but you still felt off. You squeezed his arm reassuringly , causing him to lick his lower lip anxiously while avoiding your eyes again. He squinted them shut and struggled to look at you again. It was eating him alive.

“Are you sure? I mean, we’ve always done like, everything together. I’m here if you need me, whatever you need me for I can do it.” You said, trying to look at him muscled body and soft lips without making it obvious. The way he presented himself as nonchalant and almost rough had you entranced. Neteyam rolled his eyes impatiently, gripping your shoulders tightly. He lowered his head to level yours, staring into your eyes.

“I need you. It’s fucking eating at me looking at you right now as if I don’t dream of your body every night.” He shook you lightly, searching for the right words. “Everything about you just fucking draws me in, thinking about you bent over, underneath me, on top of me. Everything.” He said.

He let go of you, rubbing his face in his hands, visibly tensed up from how hard he still was. Seeing your eyes widen at each sentence he said, it drove him crazy how you didn’t even seem opposed, with your mouth hanging open slightly. You stood there, watching him fight a battle within himself. You’d be lying to him and yourself if you didn’t think of similar scenarios, except not as often as the male did. You leaned against the rock behind you, fingers hesitantly playing with the knots in your loincloth. Neteyam stared at you, his hands dropping from his face. Your eyes dropped from his to his waist, his hard on clearly visible behind the thin fabric. It only entice your more.

“I told you I’d help you, didn’t I? Let me help you, Nete.” You said, holding your chin up while letting your cloth drop to the sand by your feet. He looked so relieved, thankful you didn’t think of him as a pervert. Neteyam removed his own cloth, surprising you with his girth and length. A perfect mix of both. You eyed the clear liquid pooling at his tip, biting your lip at the sight. Taking your index and middle finger, you brought them to your blue lips, sucking them and covering them in your saliva before taking it down south. Rubbing your clit in soft circles, you lifted up your right foot to press against the rock behind you, showcasing all of yourself to him. Neteyam looked desperate, already pumping his cock slowly, matching the pace at which your fingers were moving.

Seeing his reaction to your body grew your confidence and so you slipped a single finger inside of your gummy walls, leg twitching in response. You couldn’t resist, and added in another digit to press against your g-spot as you fingered yourself, watching Neteyams pace quicken as well.

“Fuck, you look so beautiful.” He said softly, but his eyes appeared lustful, staring at how your fingers intricately pumped in and out of you. Neteyam gripped his cock, his hand easily pumping him from the amount of pre cum collected from before. He angled his head, eyes darting from his cock to your soaked cunt. He imagined stretching you out, hearing you small whimpers and gasps as he easily slipped inside of you. The thought was too much, and his hips bucked aggressively. Your hand started moving faster, bringing your left hand over to run fast circles against your hard clit. Your body was growing overstimulated, a peaking feeling growing in your stomach at each thrust.

“I wanna feel you Nete, I wanna feel you deep in me.” You said, head thrown back as you fought your bodies demands to stop before you bursted. His breaths became more vocal, the sound of his hand stroking his thick cock grew louder as well. “Cum for me baby, please. Let me see what that pussy can do. I cant wait to feel you wrap around this cock like the slut you are.” He grew hungrier for you, eyes staring intensely at how fast your fingers were moving inside your already swollen hole.

That’s what sent you over the edge, your fingers burying deep inside of you as you orgasmed all over your hand. You whined, grinding your clit against your hand to come down from the sudden climax. Releasing a string of moans, you saw Neteyam suck in air between his teeth, pumping himself as fast as he could before his own cum spurted out, some landing on the sand while the rest dripped down his hand from the tip. His hips bucked into his hand, all while he tried to catch his breath. His golden eyes raked over your body, eyes meeting yours. You seemed hungry and impatient, and he knew just from that. This was far from over.

[livwritesstuff]

not exactly a happy one, and vaguely inspired by some stuff going on in my personal life

Eddie is pretty much constantly in awe of his oldest daughter Moe.

Granted, he’s in awe of all three of his kids, albeit for different reasons across the board, but Moe in particular because of how nothing gets to her. It’s kind of crazy, honestly, the way she can roll with the punches – it’s actually very Steve-like, and she's basically his double so that makes sense, but where Steve was doing it out of necessity, Moe seems to be innately unbothered by even the worst that life has thrown at her, and in all his years of raising her, there have been only two occasions where Eddie has seen Moe unable to immediately shake something off.

The first time was when the girls got their results back from at-home genetic tests and found out that Moe has a different bio-dad from her younger sisters.

The second time is now, after Moe learned that she didn’t pass the Bar Exam.

She didn't react great, obviously, and Eddie can admit his dismissive, "No way," when she told them probably hadn't helped at all but, in his defense, she made it through law school with as close to flying colors as one can get in goddamn law school, and she's been working her ass off studying for the Bar, so none of them had expected her to not pass. When she only looked blankly at her laptop screen for a moment before saying, "Fuck, I failed," as her head fell into her hands...yeah, Eddie sort of thought she was kidding.

"C'mon Moe," he'd continued after his entirely tactless no way, "Don't fuck with us about this."

And Moe had just given him a betrayed kind of look before shoving her chair out from the table and storming away.

A moment or two later, Steve had mumbled, "Shit, she actually didn't pass," sounding a bit perplexed as he looked at Moe's laptop like the big, red FAILED might suddenly change to something else.

They gave Moe a couple minutes before following after her.

“Hon,” Steve begins when they find her sulking (in the laundry room, of all places), “I’m sorry. I remember from my psych stuff what this shit is like. I get how –”

“No, you don’t!” Moe exclaims, “You don’t get it because you passed your test on the first fucking try even though you’ve got, like, brain damage or some shit.”

Moe misses the hurt look that passes over Steve’s face for a moment before he’s able to mask it.

Eddie does not.

“That’s how low the–”

“Alright,” Eddie interrupts, and he tugs Moe back by the hood of her sweatshirt, ignoring her protests as he begins ushering her down the hall and out the door.

He corrals her all the way out to the car parked in the driveway, opens the passenger-side door with one hand and shoves Moe into the car with the other.

“What the–” Moe protests. 

“Can it,” he cuts her off, slamming the door on whatever retort she might have had for him.

Once he's in the driver's seat and the car is rumbling to a start, he turns to look at her.

“I understand that you're upset, Moe. I really do, but you do not get to take that out on Pop,” Eddie told her, “He’s way too good to you for that.”

Moe has the decency to look somewhat mollified even though she doesn't saying anything (which has always been a tell-tale sign that she knows she's in the wrong), and as Eddie throws the car in reverse and starts backing out of the driveway, she curls in on herself, leaning against the car door.

Eddie drives for a while with no real destination in mind (same as twenty-something years ago when Moe was a baby and Eddie would drive aimlessly around Cambridge in the hopes she'd maybe doze off).

After ten or so minutes of silence, Moe quietly says, “Literally everyone else I was in school with passed.”

Eddie glances at her, and does a double-take when he sees that she’s scrolling on goddamn Instagram. He reaches over to yank her phone out of her hand and toss it behind him into the depths of the back seat where it lands with a questionable clatter.

“Dad – what the fuck?” Moe looks at him, “If that’s broken now–”

“Then we get it fixed,” Eddie replied, “Or we buy another one. I don't care. Moe – when the fuck did you ever give a shit about other people?”

Moe gives a minute shrug as she looks away again.

“It’s been a point of contention with you basically since birth,” Eddie continues, “Seriously, it’s – and do not tell your father I said this, but it’s my favorite thing about you and I never want it to change.”

Again, Moe mostly ignores this.

"I get that this is disappointing and I get that it’s a setback and there's nothing any of us can say to make it better, but take it from someone who needed three tries to graduate high school — screw everyone else. Screw 'em. It's okay if something takes a little longer than you wanted it to.”

Eddie pauses, because there’s a lot he’s not saying here, stuff about how his third try at his senior year was hell on earth in pretty much every way possible, but how he also knows that if he hadn’t gone through it he wouldn’t have made life-long friends in Robin and Nancy. He wouldn’t have Steve and he wouldn't have everything about their life together the way it is today.

He settles on adding, “Sometimes you get a whole lotta good out of it in the end.”

After a moment, Moe actually nods, which Eddie takes as a victory.

"So...take the time you need to be disappointed or sad or angry or whatever. When you’re feeling better – or even when you’re not – you gotta apologize to Pop, okay?”

“Okay.”

Eddie glances at her again.

"You wanna stop and grab stuff to make margaritas?" he asks.

"God, yes."

[ryuichirou]

You get asked a lot of dark stuff, and we're all here for it, but what's your favourite wholesome ship/headcanon? Just a change of pace!

Funny enough, Anon, we do have one wholesome hc post! But it’s been a while since I wrote it, and there isn’t much there, so I’ll give one more for some of the ships. Not every single one though, so if you wanted something specific, please let me know.

It’s surprisingly difficult for me to come up with something purely wholesome without any kind of cursed undertone, but I’ll do my best...

1. Out of every possible ship option for Azul (well, there isn’t much for him but), I think Idia is the best for him in terms of potential personal growth. It wouldn’t be easy, but Idia is surprisingly emotionally mature, and I genuinely think he could handle Azul’s issues. Even though both of them are very defensive and tend to see the worst in people and argue with them, they are weirdly comfortable around each other, and it seems like Azul trusts Idia enough not to expect any backstabbing from him. I think they could make each other feel genuinely loved.

2. Lilia and Idia sometimes talk through the night. Of course, they love playing together, but sometimes they just start chatting, and then chat away until it’s 6 AM. Both of them try to keep their distance on the internet, but whenever Idia’s cool internet friend complains about his irl stuff (without details, of course) to him, he feels very happy. Like Muscle Crimson could rely on him, and he could rely on him too. It’s very weird and unusual for Idia to have this kind of connection with anyone who isn’t Ortho.

3. Kalim tried to make breakfast for Jamil one time. It didn’t turn out super well, and Jamil complained that all Kalim did was adding more work for him (even though he’s already overslept – how did that even happen?!), but... it wasn’t absolutely horrible either. For a second Jamil even thought that he could taste just how much Kalim did his best to make something good enough for him to eat. But he shooed that thought away immediately.

4. When Silver and Sebek were younger, there was a period of time during which Silver’s hair got too long. Lilia was away for a while, and Silver couldn’t cut it himself, he didn’t have anything to tie them up with either. After a short while it became obvious that Silver’s hair made it difficult for him to have a proper sparring with Sebek, so Sebek yelled at him, sat him down, and braided his hair for him – he saw his sister and his mother do it, and it wasn’t difficult to remember how it works. Sebek got mad at Silver because Silver thanked him and sounded so earnest and nice, he even said that now that he has Sebek to braid his hair, it shouldn’t be an issue. Lilia came back the next day and cut Silver’s hair short again though...

5. In a very weird way Vil is anxious about meeting Rook’s family. He doesn’t worry about Rook meeting his dad – Rook already knows anything there is to know about Eric Venue, and Vil knows that his dad will at least find Rook amusing. Plus, he talks to him about Rook a lot. But Rook’s family? Vil still doesn’t know a lot about them, and Rook is always super secretive: he just laughs and say that they’ll love Vil when they meet one day, which doesn’t sound reassuring, if anything, it sounds ominous. This man drives Vil nuts sometimes.

6. Ortho loves giving Vil flowers. Even if it’s just one flower, or even if it’s not even flowers but just some weed or berries that are useful for potionology, he’ll present it in a way as if he’s giving Vil flowers. It’s honestly Vil’s fault because he always acts charmed by this, but can you blame him? Ortho is such a little gentleman.

7. This is going to sound weird, but Ortho loves apologising to Idia. They don’t really fight that much, but they do get stubborn sometimes, and sometimes start arguing. Since Ortho is the younger brother and a cutie, he is used to Idia kind of giving up and allowing him to do things his way. But every now and then, when Ortho feels like he overdid it, he hugs Idia and says that he is sorry. And Idia is usually so quick to drown in guilt for making Ortho upset or disappointed that hearing “sorry” from him and getting a hug gets him very emotional.

8. Ace does nice things to Deuce sometimes, but he doesn’t want Deuce to see it. He doesn’t let their roommates enter their room when he knows Deuce is about to call his mom, he always runs first to the cafeteria to take a seat at one table that Deuce once said was the best one in there. He tries to make it look like he is just messing with others, or doing it for himself, but he... doesn’t really know why he does that, honestly. Maybe not to feel bad when he teases Deuce for getting another F.

9. One time Lilia got sick, and Malleus was very surprised to see him in his bed suffering from a fever. He teased him at first, saying that he must be getting old if a little cold got him this weak, but then ended up sitting by his side for two days. Lilia kept grumbling something about Malleus not having anything better to do, but having his company actually made him feel much better.

10. Fellow and Gidel always get each other birthday presents, even if they don’t have any money at the moment. Fellow just thinks that Gidel deserves to feel like he’s the king of the world every now and then, and he would love to treat him at least once a year, but unfortunately this isn’t always possible; a stolen dirty magazine would make Gidel just as happy though. Ironically, Fellow is always surprised when Gidel remembers about his birthday: Fellow himself forgets about it, or rather it makes him kind of depressed. But one time Gidel got (stole) a fat wallet filled with money and kept it hidden for weeks before gifting it to Fellow and having a little feast with him on Fellow’s birthday. What a nice day that was~

[decentishoutsidersthoughts]

Hocus Postus (I'm so funny)

So Hocus Pocus right, but make it the Outsiders. So the Curtis family is moving from Salem from LA for the vibes (we’re scrapping Tulsa all together cause Salem fits the vibes cause witch trials and all that). So you have the same Sanderson sisters lore with Zachary and stuff, the only change is I don’t remember whether or not little boys work for their like- child soul sucking to be young, but in this AU boys are equally as effective as girls. So the town is super into Halloween which Darry finds weird, but honestly he’s just a hater because he had to move here mid high school which- fair.

Dani kind of gets combined into both Ponyboy and Soda in this AU. The sisters are mostly after Ponyboy because the younger the better, but also Soda’s only like 11 or 12 so it’s not like he’s useless to them or anything. But Ponyboy is the only one who gets kidnapped by them at the end (Soda almost does but Paul saves him). Soda’s character in this is kind of like a bridge between childhood and not so childhood, so he’s still childish and somewhat bratty like Ponyboy but he’s also beginning to understand Darry and why he’s so upset. At the beginning of the movie, Darry only realizes how much of an asshole he’s been when he realizes he almost made Soda cry as well as actually making Ponyboy cry.

Paul takes the part of Addison. He’s like the standard golden boy, he comes from the richest family in town and is a co captain of the football team his junior year. Him and Darry are immediately infatuated with eachother for different completely selfish reasons. Darry sees Paul as a way for him to make friends and be accepted by the team, because everyone follows his lead. Paul sees Darry as fun and different and he’s bored with his life and wants something exciting. He’s also really jealous of Darry’s relationship with his brothers as he is an emotionally neglected only child. So it isn’t a huge shock when Paul invites Darry to his parents halloween party, and Darry is really upset when he has to skip out on it to take his brothers trick or treating. And Paul is disappointed Darry blew him off, until he shows up with his little brothers (who Paul is very sweet to btw).

It’s still Darry’s idea to go to the museum, which Soda and Ponyboy are very scared of. Steve told Soda all sorts of things about the Sanderson sisters, which Soda told Ponyboy. But Darry begs them and promises to do whatever they want next Halloween, so they agree. They get to the museum and Darry lights the black flame candle to impress Paul (even tho Paul is telling him to cut it out-) and because he’s a loser virgin the Sanderson sisters come back to life. They almost immediately get their hands on Soda and Ponyboy, but Darry and Paul rescue them and they escape. It’s all the events of the movie after that like the graveyard and party and stuff (if anyone wants to know about specific scene’s I’ve thought about all of them and will gladly take asks).

After they ‘kill’ the Sanderson sisters everybody goes back to the Curtis house, including Binx who Soda and Ponyboy have basically adopted. Darry wants to stay with his brothers and Paul doesn’t love the idea of being by himself, so what ends up happening is Ponyboy and Soda share a bed while Darry and Paul curl up together on the couch. They fall asleep in eachothers arms and realize they’re maybe not straight. Early the next morning after the whole spellbook debacle, Darry and Paul are about to sort out their feelings when surprise surprise the Sanderson sisters aren’t dead and they came to kidnap Darry’s brothers.

They put up a lot more of a fight than they do in the movie, and Paul actually manages to save Soda by chucking a handful of salt in one of the witches faces. Darry gets knocked unconscious briefly enough that the witches escape with Ponyboy though, and he’s devastated. The witches are also upset at this point bc they got the mouthy one-. Sarah’s song doesn’t work on Soda because he understands too much about what is happening. After that it’s back to the basic movie plot again, at the end Ponyboy and Soda both hide in the grave and run out to get Billy’s head but only Ponyboy is grabbed. Winifred only has one potion left, and she’s about to use it on Ponyboy just to spite Darry, but Darry gets ahold of the potion and drinks it instead, sacrificing himself. But Winifred turns to dust before she can suck Darry’s soul, so he kinda got lucky.

Oh also everything that happens in canon still happens here, which means that even after all this Paul and Darry have their falling out and the Curtis parents die :3

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Star-Crossed

Chapter 21: Corazón

Donquixote Rosinante x gn!reader word count: 4.5k first|Smutilogue (afab, amab) a/n: pls, i know this is a honkin' chonker but i really didn't have a good middle place to separate it sdlfkjsdflk. and here we are. technically, the end. (just got the smutilogue next) it's been a long ride but we made it lmfao anyway smut coming soooon <3

You sat there with wide eyes, blinking a few times. Were you seeing this right? Anthony? What was he doing here? How did he get in without anyone noticing? You rubbed your eyes for a split second, but he was still there. Your head was spinning so fast it almost made you feel sick.

“What are you doing here?” You kept your breathing even, keeping yourself in check. You didn’t want your heart machine to go haywire and alert anyone. How the fuck even sneak in here? Where were his men? They were usually- Right. You killed them. Whoops. Still, how did he get into the hospital?

He stood there for a moment, just staring at you. You could feel that hatred radiating off of him. The air around him was dark and dense, menacing towards you. “When you want a job done, you have to do it yourself.”

Your stomach dropped. Immediately, you knew what he meant; sounded like one of you were leaving this room in a body bag. “You sent Trinity to kill me, didn’t you? She’s the one that shot me.”

“Yeah. And she’s a lousy aim too.” He clicked his tongue and shook his head as if disappointed in a student’s grade. “Unfortunately, still a lot of work. Still a shame that I had the perfect pawn who ended up being completely useless.” He glared at you - if looks could kill…

You felt your eye twitch. There was nothing except hatred in your heart for this man. You didn’t care for him, you just wanted him gone and out of your life. You were tired of this. However, you weren’t going to let him kill you either. You were going to make sure that he was leaving in a body bag.

“I’m going to ask you one more time, y/n.” You stared at him, coldly. 

“You don’t need to. My answer is the same. Especially now.” 

What happened next happened in a mere matter of moments. Anthony ran at you, brandishing a knife. You acted quickly, quicker than you thought you could. You grabbed the knife that you had when you ate dinner. You were glad that Shachi had ended up grabbing you a decently sized one.

When Anthony reached you, he hesitated, pushing the blade to your throat, but not carrying it out. The blade pressed haphazardly against your skin enough to cut it, but not enough to do any lasting damage. It was just going to look a lot worse than it was. “Don’t make me ask a…gain…?” His words immediately slowed down as he realized something, his eyes widening.

While he had hesitated, you didn’t. The knife you had was currently lodged into his chest. You had also angled it just right to pierce his heart - you were a doctor after all, this kind of attack was stupid of him. Honestly, any move would’ve been stupid on his part when you knew the human body as well as you did. He would’ve had better luck sniping you from the window.

He stared at you with wide eyes as he looked down at the knife. Blood began to trickle down from the wound, to the hilt, and onto your hands. Your own eyes widened as it sunk in what you had just done. It wasn’t long before blood was all over the place and you felt sick to your stomach. Obviously, it wasn’t just from killing. You spent your entire life doing that, but this was your father, even if it was just a shell of a man he once was.

For a moment, you felt warmth wash over you. You looked at the man before you and his face seemed to change, softening. He smiled at you, truly and genuinely. Like he did when you were younger. “There’s my little, angelo. All grown up.” He put a hand on your head and pressed your foreheads together.

“I’m so proud of you. Thank you.”

Tears started streaming down your face. “No, no, no, no,” you mumbled, panic setting in. “Papà, per favore.” You began to beg whatever deity out there to turn back time, but you knew it was useless. The machine you were connected to started to go haywire, picking up the pace as you felt your father going slack, the life leaving his eyes and body.

You didn’t know your father had still been in there. You wouldn’t have killed him otherwise. Though, he probably wouldn’t have ever reverted back to his old self. Not before doing insane amounts of damage, at least.

You heard footsteps running down the hallway. You assumed that was Marco considering your heart monitor was currently going absolutely nutballs. You weren’t expecting, however, Corazon to bust through the door. Why was he here? Didn’t you send him home?

He didn’t hesitate for even a second. The look on his face was one you hadn’t seen before. It was completely serious and he looked ready to kill someone. If you weren’t in emotional turmoil right now, you’d be turned on in all honesty. 

He made it over to your bed in a couple strides, moving Anthony from your lap with ease, gently setting him on the floor before taking a sheet from the closet and draping it over him. He walked back over to you, taking your face in his hands. “Did he hurt you?” He noticed the blood, tilting your head up before frowning deeply.

You just looked at him with wide eyes, opening and closing your mouth several times, but nothing came out. Tears streamed down your face and you were completely at a loss of what to do or say - you were frozen, in shock.

Again, Corazon wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in close. Again, you held onto him. You weren’t exactly sobbing like you had been earlier, but the tears were falling as you just stared off into space.

You heard more footsteps coming down the hallway and people entering the room. Between the muffled voices and the vibrations of Corazon’s chest, you could assume he was probably instructing them to remove Anthony from the room, but you couldn’t exactly make anything out. You couldn’t focus, everything seemed so far away.

“I’m going to pick you up. Let’s get you cleaned up.” Your boyfriend was talking to you this time, speaking close to your ear so that you could hear him. You couldn’t move or respond, so he lifted you out of bed anyway, heading into the bathroom that connected to your hospital room. 

You were mostly out of it as Corazon cleaned you up, muttering words of encouragement to you. You caught some of them, but didn’t really process them. You felt like you couldn’t breathe. You had just killed your own father and it turned out he had still been in there somewhere. What kind of fucked up twist of fate was that? 

Once he cleaned you up and bandaged your neck, you felt hands on your face again and slowly you were grounded again, making out Corazon’s face before you. “Hey, it’s going to be alright.”

“I killed him,” you whispered.

“You were protecting yourself.” 

“But I killed him.” You swallowed hard, trying to process things.

“You said it yourself, that wasn’t the man you remember. That wasn’t your father.”

You paused for a moment. “It was…at the very end. It was. And now he’s gone.” You frowned deeply, feeling your chest grow heavy once more as you wanted to cry again.

“Perhaps…” You could tell he was getting ready to grasp at straws to help you feel better. “You freed him then. You said it yourself, he was trapped under so much grief. It changed who he was.” 

You stared at him for a long moment. He was right. What happened completely changed him as a person. He even apologized to you in that stupid hallucination you had and he had thanked you for what you had done. 

You just…you didn’t even know what you wanted. You wanted all of this to just…stop. It was just too much right now. You closed your eyes, letting your head fall forward slightly, resting your forehead on Corazon’s. 

He held you there, letting you take the time you needed. You were so grateful for him and his understanding. You kept your eyes closed, letting your emotions run their course. You just wished you’d been able to have a real conversation with him. Your father, not Anthony, just one more time. A proper goodbye.

You took a deep breath, pulling away from the man before you and opened your eyes. He looked at you with such warmth, but also deep concern. You knew you’d be okay, it was just going to hurt for a while. Luckily, for the most part, you had already said your goodbyes. 

You sniffled, taking a deep breath, and wiping the tears from your eyes. “Okay. I’m good.”

You went to stand, only to remember that you’d been out for a month. Your muscles had been severely atrophied and the basic movements of ‘exercise’ that you were supposed to do with coma patients only did so much. If Corazon hadn’t been there, you would’ve collapsed to the ground. He scooped you up with ease, heading back into your room. He was surprisingly not clumsy when he needed to be.

The room had been cleaned, all evidence of a struggle gone. No blood, nothing. Not even your leftover dishes were still left. They were moving you to a different room as instructed by Marco as soon as the two of you exited the bathroom.

Well, at least you wouldn’t have to stay in the room your father died in.

Once in the new room, you were settled into the bed, sighing. You looked at Corazon for a moment. “Why are you here? I told you to go home.” You looked at him, narrowing your eyes at him. You honestly just wanted to switch the subject, you didn’t want to think about your father anymore. You just wanted to be able to move past this.

Corazon rubbed the back of his neck. “I don’t know…I had this nagging feeling and then I just heard some voice tell me I need to go back to the hospital as quick as possible. So I may or may not have snuck out.”

You stared at him for a long moment. Could that have been your mother helping you beyond the grave? Maybe she knew your father was coming and knew that you’d need some comfort. She did say in that dream that she was always looking after you. You were grateful for that. 

The image of Corazon trying to sneak out of the house like some teenager crossed your mind. Sneaking out of the house from his own son. The more you thought about it, the more funny and ridiculous the scenario. It wasn’t long before you found yourself giggling softly.

“What?” The man before you wrinkled his brows, trying to figure out why you were laughing. 

“You! Having to sneak out of the house from your own child.”

“Law can be scary when he’s mad!” A pout formed on his face, making you laugh harder. “And you’re the one who told him to keep an eye on me! But I knew I had to come back! Ah, you’re so mean!” His voice was slowly turning into a whine but you couldn’t stop giggling. He was just so cute and adorable, you couldn’t help it.

He folded his arms, turning his head away as he huffed. Oh, he was pouting big time and you couldn’t be more amused by this. “Aw, c’mon, amore.” You reached out, pulling him in by his shirt. He was slightly surprised, looking at you with wide eyes. His face was a deep shade of red.

“Forgive me? Just this once?” you mused, leaning towards him. He just looked at you for a long moment before smiling himself. “I suppose I can do that.” You grinned widely, pulling him in for a kiss.

It was at that moment that you realized it’d been a while since you’d kissed him. After all, it was before the heist, right? You’d been out for a month. Your body was yearning for him, but you also still had a lot of recovering to do.

You’d shag him soon enough.

You pulled away from him, his own skin flushed. “Join me.”

He looked at you with a confused expression. It wasn’t until you moved, making room in the bed for him that he caught on. He nodded, crawling into the hospital bed with you. He wrapped his body around you, you curling into him instantly. He was so warm and you weren’t talking about just temperature. You felt safe in his arms. It felt like home.

You knew that Law was probably going to be pissed come morning. Corazon should probably go home, but you needed him here. You didn’t want to be alone right now. Law would live.

You yawned, closing your eyes. It wasn’t long after that before exhaustion finally caught up to you and you passed out.

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“Cora!” The two of you awoke the next morning to the sound of Law shouting through the hallways of the hospital. You grumbled, slowly opening your eyes. You felt Corazon shoot up from beside you.

You looked over just in time to see Law stride into the room with an irritated look on his face. “Cora! What the hell? Why did you sneak out like some teenager?”

He looked at you, confusion on his face. “You’re the one who told me to take him! Why didn’t you at least let me know he’d come back!” You sucked in your cheeks, biting on them to keep from laughing as Law scolded the two of you like some parent who caught their kid doing something they weren’t supposed to.

“But Law,” you heard Corazon whine, his voice still thick with sleep. You looked over to the clock, it was well into the next morning, so the two of you had been sleeping for several hours.

“I don’t want to hear it! I thought it was odd that you weren’t up early in the morning, but I had chalked it off to you being tired and finally getting some sleep! But noooo, you had snuck off in the middle of the night like some rebellious teenager to see your partner!” He groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose and you couldn’t help but chuckled softly.

“I promise you, it ended up being a good thing.” You spoke up this time, the young intern looking at you. He narrowed his eyes and sighed. “Fine. Whatever. I guess I’m glad you got some sleep finally. Just don’t ask me to look after him again if he’s just gonna end up with you anyway.”

You laughed and nodded. “Will do.” You saluted him and he folded his arms, pouting much like Corazon had last night - like father, like son.

Marco entered at that point, blinking as he took in the scene in front of him. “A party and no one invited me?” He frowned. You noticed that he looked significantly less exhausted than he did yesterday. He must’ve gotten some rest too now that you were awake. You still somewhat felt bad for worrying everyone - even if you knew there wasn’t anything you could do about it.

“It wasn’t planned, Marco. I promise.” You smiled at him and he smiled back.

“Alright. Time for me to perform a check up and talk about some treatment plans.” You just laughed at him as he tried to play the big doctor with you. You both knew damn well what the plan already was. 

After a few more minutes of conversation, Marco sent Law and Corazon to grab some food. The two of you went over what the game plan was going to be for the next couple of weeks. It wouldn’t be too much. Just resting and some physical therapy to at least get you walking properly again.

As much as you didn’t mind Corazon carrying you around, you couldn’t just rely on that as your only method of transportation. 

The next couple of weeks went by smoothly. The physical therapy was nothing. You know your own limits, which already helps the process. A lot of issues with physical therapy was people not knowing their limits and pushing themselves too far, thus pushing their progress back. You, however, knew exactly how much you could push yourself before it would be too far, sending you into a speedy recovery.

Corazon stayed with you most of the time. He was there first thing in the morning and there as late as he could stay - you made sure to send him home to get proper sleep, much to his dismay. He helped you with your exercises and always brought in some kind of dessert to brighten up your day. You had no idea what you did to deserve him, but you were glad you had him.

There were a couple of times you tried to jump his bones, but you also knew that you had to be careful. And you were in the middle of the hospital and in charge of the place. You had an image to uphold. It wouldn’t be professional if you were caught shagging your boyfriend out in the open like that.

You did, however, imagine some places where you could jump him where you wouldn’t get caught, but that was for another time. You were still in recovery, sadly.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about?” Corazon’s voice rang through your head and pulled you out of your thoughts. You looked over as he walked in. You glanced at the clock, you didn’t even know it was that time.

You crawled out of the bed, standing and stretching. You hoped you’d get discharged soon. You also had a feeling Marco was holding you longer than usual to make sure you were properly rested. He also wouldn’t let you help with the hospital in any aspect. Rude, but you’d deal. Besides, Corazon has been doing a great job in distracting you. The hospital wasn’t the only thing you thought about anymore.

“You.” You watched as his face grew pink, grinning as you decided to take it a step further. “Specifically, you naked.” 

As if some invisible force shoved him, he suddenly took a tumble, crashing to the ground face first. With you being you, however, you easily moved forward and caught him. You also knew that if you said that, it would fluster him enough to make him fall. You’d started to be able to predict certain behaviors.

He looked up at you with a blazing red face. “Why would you say that!” He pouted slightly as you helped him upright, snorting. “Because you’re cute when you’re flustered.”

He made a noise akin to a whine as he covered his face. “Oh my god, you know how to embarrass me,” he mumbled. You smiled widely, shrugging. He wasn’t wrong. You knew exactly what to say to rile him up. “Anything to get that red to show on your face. You look the best in red.” You lowered your voice, slowly getting more sultry as the conversation went on. It only made his skin turn more red - you loved it.

“Y/nnn,” he whined, covering up his face. With a laugh, you reached up and removed his hands from his face, revealing his pout. “Okay, okay. I'll chill out.” You pulled him down by his hands, kissing him softly. 

“I'll save it for the bedroom.” He choked and you burst into laughter, letting him go as he fell into a coughing fit. You were on a roll this morning, relentless in your pursuit. 

“Careful, breathe, amore.” You rubbed his back and he more or less glared at you as he slowly recovered, causing you to snicker some more. “C’mon. It was a good joke. A great joke, even.” 

Once he was recovered, you slid your arms around his neck and pulled him into a light kiss. He groaned softly against you, kissing you harder. You let out a small noise of surprise, gasping slightly. He took the opportunity to slip his tongue past your lips as you pressed your entire body against him. You could feel your own body slowly heating up.

You heard the door click, signaling someone entering. You pulled from Corazon, breathless and laughing. He frowned, pouting a bit as you pulled away. “I’ll jump your bones soon enough,” you mumbled to him, his face red; from the mini-make out session or your comment, you weren’t sure.

You peeked around your boyfriend to look at Marco who was standing at the door with his eyes narrowed. He looked at you for a long moment before holding his hands up. “I actually would like to stay curious, thank you. Anyway.” He put his hands on his hips and looked at you for a long moment. 

“I'm discharging you on one condition.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, mirroring his stance. “And what's that?” 

“You're going to go home for a week and rest up. You need a mental break out of this damn place for the rest of your healing process.” 

You opened your mouth to protest but Marco held up his hand. “So help me god, do not protest. I do not have the energy. I need you in excellent condition so my bitch ass can go on a vacation after you get back.”

You blinked, staring at him before laughing. “Okay, okay. Fine - that’s fair. I'll finish resting up at home and then I'll come back, doctor. Then you take as much of a vacation as you need.” A smirk appeared on your face. 

“Maybe you'll get laid and be less cranky.” 

Marco threw his pen at you and you yelped, hiding behind your boyfriend. “Coraaaaaa, save meeee.” You fell into fits of laughter. You honestly hadn’t felt this light in forever. Just being able to be silly was a luxury you’d never had before.

Corazon wrapped his arms around you, shielding you from Marco. “I'll save you, y/n!” This caused Marco to roll his eyes. “Ugh. Gross. Anyway, I’ll leave you to get ready to go. I’ll be around, so say bye before you go.” He waved as he headed out.

You pulled away from Corazon with a small sigh. “Looks like you finally get to see my place,” you mused with a large grin. He mirrored that grin. “About time. I was starting to think it didn’t exist. That maybe you did live at Whitebeards - not that it’s an issue, just inconvenient for some things.” You chuckled, shaking your head. Seems he was just as horny as you were.

It didn’t take you too long to gather your things. You didn’t have too much here. Most of the stuff you had were things you kept in your office anyway; phone charger, laptop, things like that. You had a couple shirts and pants but nothing that couldn’t fit in a small bag that you’d shove in your trunk and forget about until who knew when.

You said goodbye to Marco and everyone else. Everyone seemed glad to see you go. Not necessarily cause they didn’t want you around, they just wanted you to have some actual rest and reprieve away from the hospital - and you were also excited to have some time away. 

You’d finally get some much needed alone time with your boyfriend.

Speaking of, where was he? He said he was going to meet you by the car, he just needed to talk to Law really quick. You leaned against the door to your car, scrolling through your phone. You’d finally purchased and set up a new one. What else did you have to do while bedridden for the better part of a few weeks? 

You weren’t paying attention when a shadow passed over you. You looked up at your giant boyfriend and grinned. “There you are.” He was just looking at you and you tilted your head to the side. “Cora?” You blinked, concern stretching over your features. Was everything okay? What happened?

“Everything o-” He cut you off as his lips crashed into yours. A surprised moan escaped you as you immediately gave into him. You’re not sure what just brought this on, but you weren’t one to turn down a make out session with him. You felt his hands cup your face gently before slowly making their way down to your hips and groping them, making you gasp.

He suddenly lifted you up, placing you on top of your small car. You always forget how fucking fall he was, surely bending down was awful on his back. However, the entire time he moved you, he didn’t once stop kissing at you. You weren’t sure you’d be able to hold back much anymore if he kept this up. You’d fuck him in your tiny car if you had to.

“Ah, fuckin’ c’mon!” You gasped, looking over and pulling away from Corazon as you heard Law’s voice tear through the air. Your boyfriend didn’t even look at Law, just staring at you with a drunk-in-love stare and a goofy grin. 

“Get a room!” Law’s face turned into a grimace. “Awww, c’mon! Love is in the air! Smile!” Shachi chimed, throwing his arm around his best friend’s neck, Penguin joining in. “Yeah, don’t shit on them just because you’re pathetic and alone.”

“I think it’s rather sweet that Corazon has someone he looks so happy with,” Bepo said with a nod and a bashful smile.

Law’s eye twitched and he shoved his friends off of him. “Shut up. You guys are about to walk home. Well, not Bepo, but you other two are about to walk home.” There were cries of protest as the quartet took off. “C’mon! Why does Bepo always get away with everything!”

You couldn’t help but laugh as you watched them. “They’re always so lively,” you commented. “They always have been.” You looked back at the man before you, noticing that he hadn’t taken his eyes off you the entire time. 

You leaned in close, hearing his breathing hitch. “What do you say we take this to my place?”

“You don’t have to ask me twice,” he said, heading to the other side of the car.

“You just going to leave me up here?” 

“Oh! Ri-” You heard him smack on the ground and you snorted. “Please don’t break yourself before we get to the good stuff. I don’t think I’ll be able to wait any longer.” Corazon was on his feet faster than you’d ever seen him move. 

“Don’t worry. All good.” He lifted you off the car, setting you down. “You literally have a bloody nose.” 

“It’ll be fine.”

You’d take care of whatever the damage was back at your house. Right now, you wanted to get as far away from the hospital as possible. Once he set you on the ground, it was only a matter of a few moments before you were speeding off, laughing with Corazon by your side.

Smutilogue (afab, amab)

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Little Bits and Pieces of Heaven

THE ART OF BEING SUBTLE

One-shot #: 37

Disclaimer: One Piece (and its characters) belongs to Eiichiro Oda-sensei.

Reminder: I have no beta-reader. Any grammatical and spelling errors are solely mine.

Warning: OOC possible. One shot.

Rating: T

Note: I just wanted some ZoNa as seen through Usopp’s eyes. I love how he’s close to both of them.I swear he’s probably, possibly one of the first to notice if something is up with them. It’s just cute to think.

Summary: Things will definitely be more interesting from here on, ne?

It was subtle.

So subtle you will never really notice it… especially if you are not paying any attention.

Which most of the time is what happens because honestly, who would even think that something like that is happening between two of the most hard-headed individuals you ever came across the Grand Line and even in the New World?

Yes they are friends, but not really the makes-your-heart-warm type. Theirs is more… complicated—for the lack of word. Plus it does seem like irritation is the key component of their relationship.

Also there is that distance… that certain reservedness between them. Kind of like a safe space that the two seemed to inadvertently placed in the middle that neither one would deliberately try to step foot on.

But despite that, when push comes to shove… they always have each other’s backs.

In a way that makes it alright.

One fine day of sailing along the New World sea, while everything around them was quiet and calm (no marines or pirate enemy on their tail, no sea kings attacking, nothing) and the Thousand Sunny was smoothly gliding above the water heading towards their next destination…

…something in Usopp’s perception regarding his two friends changed.

He was playing a game of catch along with Luffy and Chopper on the lawn deck. They were all being boisterous, more than the usual, as if they are trying to make up for the day’s tranquillity.

They were tossing the ball up and running around, catching it and tossing it up again as they chased each other back and forth on the whole expanse of the deck.

The trio were momentarily distracted when the galley’s door opened and out step Sanji at the same time Zoro descended down from the crow’s nest.

Usopp groaned inwardly. He was having so much fun playing around and he’s really not in the mood for another squabble between the two-thirds of the monster trio.

Thankfully both seemed preoccupied with their respective thoughts and they just ignored each other, as Sanji headed towards where the aquarium hatch is, earning a sigh of relief from Usopp. Thank heavens for that!

Good thing too that Luffy managed to snag the green-haired man’s attention. The rubber captain immediately bounded towards the swordsman when he saw him. Usopp absent-mindedly threw the ball towards an eager Chopper, who shifted to his heavy point to catch it before instantly reverting back to his usual tiny form.

He called out to Luffy to get his attention. Their ever-juvenile captain was obviously pestering the taller man to play with them. And based from the way Luffy’s tone was reaching a rather whiny pitch (and also from the way Zoro was now looking totally irritated), it was a lost cause. 

Usopp called out to Luffy again and as if on cue, Chopper threw the ball towards him. Luffy immediately laughed, his attention shifting away from Zoro and in one swift move, he stretched his arm to meet the ball halfway… with enough force like he was about to sucker punch one of their enemies.

Suddenly Zoro nudged Luffy’s shoulder with his own. Not too much but just enough to make Luffy turn his attention back to his friend, his gaze questioning. The younger man’s outstretched arm wobbled in the air slightly though that wasn’t enough to make him miss the ball. His closed fist still struck it, only with less force than before.

And right at that moment, Nami stepped out of the aquarium bar.

Usopp could swear everyone froze on the spot when she appeared.

Except for the ball.

It headed straight to her. Usopp can only squeeze his eyes shut as he braced himself for the unwanted impact.

Which never came—much to his disbelief. The ball ended up hitting the wall a few good inches from her.

Nami let out a loud shriek from surprise and glared icily at them before proceeding to kick the ball which has rolled down the grassy deck.

The trio let out a disappointed cry when the ball went overboard, falling down the water below.

Nami silenced them with a scowl, huffing angrily before she marched away from them. Usopp was thanking his lucky stars that she didn’t resort to physical violence or even financial.

Though he clearly doubted if they really got away from the latter.

“Why is she mad,” Luffy complained with a pout, a tad disheartened at the loss of their ball. “It didn’t hit her.”

“But it almost did!” Chopper said with a hint of fear in his tone.

“Still it didn’t,” Luffy argued, a bit stubbornly.

“Yeah it didn’t,” Usopp mumbled, “Luckily.” He shot a quick glance at Zoro who had walked away from them to head to the men’s quarters while Nami was busy giving them her death glare. 

Usopp can tell that that ball would definitely hit Nami face first… if Zoro didn’t pushed Luffy earlier like he did.

Talk about good timing.

Then he stopped and blinked himself into a thought.

Nope that definitely wasn’t just good timing.

No one knew that Nami was in the aquarium bar, and certainly no one had known that she’ll be exiting it right when Luffy smacked the ball towards that direction.

Yet Zoro already bumped Luffy even before he hit the ball, effectively derailing its path and diminishing it strength, preventing it from hitting Nami.

And saving her.

Usopp blinked again.

Saved her in one swift and subtle movement. Huh.

Usopp scratched at his cheek.

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From that point on Usopp decided to train his watchful eyes on Zoro and Nami, observing their daily interactions attentively and inconspicuously.

True enough, their disagreements had dwindled down after their two-year separation and astonishingly, it continued to do so the further they sailed into the New World.

He’d sometimes see them quietly talking to each other on one side of ship or at the far corner of whatever island they are currently on, instead of having their usual loud interactions (that definitely includes yelling and fighting). They still engage in their good, old bickering sometimes but not as often as they used to.

And that was when he noted that there were a lot of subtle things the swordsman was doing to keep Nami out of harm’s way.

It was just small little things. Just tiny things. Things that can just be overlooked.

It was so unnoticeable… that not even Nami or the whole crew was aware of it.

Unless you pay really, really close attention.

Like what Usopp was currently doing.

He once saw the green-haired man casually moving her cup of hot tea a few inches away to the side before her elbow can hit it and the steaming liquid inside spills on her.

And Nami never realized what Zoro did.

There was one time when they docked on an unruly island filled with shady people and equally shady pirates and Zoro kept bumping and nudging her so she’d change directions while they were walking. Usopp later realized that he was moving her out of the reach of the bounty hunters who were persistently following her.

Though that instance actually ended up in a violent shouting match between the two because Nami finally snapped from all that pushing. She even summoned Zeus, his lightning fully-charged, intent on unleashing it at Zoro.

The bounty hunters that were targeting her decided to high-tail it out of there instead of getting caught in the crossfire between the two terrifying pirates. No one wants to mess with the totally vexed woman, armed with a weapon that can jolt the life out of them. Nor do they want to face off with an equally annoyed swordsman with three katanas who they now realized was the fabled pirate hunter Zoro.

There was also a time that Zoro deliberately knocked down Nami’s beer mug thrice while they were all out eating and drinking in a rather seedy bar because it he knew it had been tampered.

That also resulted in another shouting match. This time with belis and debts involve along with some throttling.

Usopp didn’t need to mention the times when Zoro helps her out with shopping and carrying their groceries and stocks without being told or forced to. Which Usopp also realized, kind of happens a lot as of late.

And in all these occurrences… Nami remained oblivious.

And Usopp had to freaking stop himself from knocking her on the head because it was really goddamned obvious what was actually happening.   

Once, they decided to camp by the beach of an uninhabited island. They settled around the fire that the boys enthusiastically made as Robin was about to narrate these amazing ghost stories from her newest book. Usopp quietly observed at the corner of his eye that Zoro strategically sat near Nami, knowing she’d definitely shift closer to him once she gets scared.

Usopp did the same. He deliberately sat near Zoro—on his other side, to be exact—in case he also gets scared and needed comfort.

All these were subtly done. Very subtly done, that no one had an inkling that it was happening at all.

But Usopp does. And he continued to watch and observe and wonder how long will it actually take Nami to figure it all out.

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Dinner was as usual chaotic, with a lot of laughing, talking and even yelling as they tried to get their fill of their cook’s delectable dinner dishes.

Usopp chewed on his food slowly yet with gusto as he eyed his crewmates, especially those who were at the other end of the table.

Nami had just entered the kitchen and Luffy accidentally barreled into her while running away from Sanji with a stolen plate of newly-cooked meat. Their captain shouted a quick apology to her before hurriedly bounding towards his seat at the head of the table before she can even hit him.

The blond chef was automatically at his tail, yelling expletives at the younger man about stealing food and hurting his Nami-swan.

If Usopp was not mistaken, Nami had been charting her maps all day. He hadn’t seen her since breakfast and she did have smudges of blank ink on her hands and fingers.

Grumbling and promising hell to their captain later after dinner, Nami bent down to retrieved the eyeglasses that she dropped when Luffy bumped into her.

Usopp instantly knew that the orange-haired navigator miscalculated her position. Nami was near the edge of the table when she bent down and had moved closer to it, as her glasses had fallen a bit farther under the table. He can hear her muttering something about Luffy paying for a new pair if her glasses where damage from his idiocy.

If she lifts her head up…

The sniper paused on his chewing, his eyebrows lifting up, when he saw the swift yet subtle way Zoro’s hand move to position itself at the table’s pointed corner, grasping it and effectively covering it.  He had done it so casually while still keeping his attention fixed on what Chopper was explaining to him, that the movement was barely noticeable at all.

When Nami finally raised her head and was about to stand up, her forehead hit Zoro's knuckles. A quick flare of temper showed on her face and she glared irritably at the man before her as she straightened up. Zoro looked unfazed and didn’t bother looking at her direction.

Nami continued to stare daggers at him for a few seconds before a confused look crossed her features.

Usopp watched her intently as she took in Zoro’s hand at the corner of the table and why it was there.

Then her hand went up to touch her forehead.

In his mind’s eye, Usopp was nodding his approval at the turn of the events.

Nami must have realized that if it wasn't for Zoro's hand, she would definitely be sporting a large bump on her forehead or worse…

…the dining table’s sharp edge would have caused a bleeding wound that would send her directly to Chopper’s office.  .

Usopp continued looking at her, as she in turn continued staring at Zoro.

Her brown eyes suddenly widened as realization dawned onto her.

Well, looks like she finally caught on.

Things will definitely be more interesting from here on, ne?

[braxiatel]

i need you to know that your time travel mumscarian fic irreparably changed my brain chemistry and i will never know peace again. cursed to rotate the little guys in their little world in my mind forever.

(The fic in question)

This delights me! That idea came knocking at my door, demanding that I wrote it Immediately, so the feeling is honestly mutual.

Your kind words have reminded me of an idea I had for a future scene set in the same universe, and I thought I might share it:

Mumbo is getting closer to trying to fix his mistakes by building a device similar to his time machine that can repair the timelines, but to proceed he needs some schematics from his original workshop.

At fiurst he plans to simply go and get them from a time after he abandoned his workshop, but Grian and Scar veto it because that would put him in far too much danger from people who want revenge. Instead, they offer to go to a time before younger!Mumbo finished his time machine.

The mission itself is easy enough. Their Mumbo told them exactly when and where they would have the easiest time stealing from him. What they couldn't have prepared for was how difficult it would be to see younger Mumbo as he strolls into a little cafe to get his morning coffee, healthier and far more carefree than their Mumbo is even now that he has them reminding him to look after himself. Their Mumbo may not have aged much physically, but his eyes look centuries away from this Mumbo, whose smile reaches his eyes easily.

One of them distracts him while the other sneaks away with his bag, copying down the schematics and getting them back to him before he realises. Confronted with just how much the man they both love is going to lose, they cannot help but leave him with some advice to stay strong in the future, that everyone, no matter what they've done, deserves a chance at happiness.

(They bring their Mumbo a coffee order identical to the one his younger self ordered. It's not much, but it does make him smile fondly as he realises he actually remembers that day, remembers his first real meeting with his future partners, thinking they were both a little mad for giving him profound and cryptic words of encouragement at 7 in the morning. Kisses are shared, and Mumbo gets to be the one to fuss over his partners for a bit, insisting they rest up and decompress for a while.)

[somberjoon]

METANOIA [5]

✩ pairing: wolf hybrid nj x cheetah hybrid reader (f) - eventual ot7 x reader

✩ genre: soul-searching , romance🔞 , found-family , healing , angst , happy ending

✩ word count: 5.7k

✩ chapter warnings: uncertainty in behavior and emotions , anxiety , mention of weight and insecurities (happens once at the end, only mc is negative towards her own weight) , arguments / angsty feels

✩ summary: She doesn't know. There is so much about her and her cheetah that she hasn't had the privilege to understand. Unknown backgrounds and unknown emotions clash with feelings of want- hopes of being herself unapologetically. Namjoon seems to be someone that can help her- but can the rest of his pack truly be what she has wanted and needed?

✩ cover: me

ch.1 , ch.2 , ch.3 , ch.4 , ch.5 , ch.6

Y/N

“I already regret having you two meet.” 

Namjoon sits across from the two cheetahs at the picnic table. The watermelon Maria cut for them is split between their personal plates only. None sit on Namjoon’s. 

“You were too slow.” Taehyung shrugs as he eats a slice. 

“She brought them out while I was in the bathroom.” Namjoon deadpans, eyeing them both to get a reaction of pity as they eat without replying. 

Y/N eyes Taehyung to gauge his reaction. Honestly, she has no problem sharing, but while Namjoon was gone, Taehyung made sure to give her a full plate of pieces. The offer of his feels like something more than just generous sharing. Taehyung isn’t even looking his way as Namjoon waits for him to reply. Y/N tries her best to be discreet as she slides her plate towards Namjoon. The sound and movement immediately catches Taehyung’s attention. 

He stops the plate when it gets to the middle of the table. He looks to Y/N and gives a firm headshake. 

“That’s yours. Not his.” 

“If he wants a couple it’s okay.” She gives another nudge of the plate into Taehyung’s hand. 

“I gave those to you.” Taehyung states. Y/N isn’t sure if he knows that a small pout is showing, but she suppresses the smile that dares to show itself on her face. 

“You can just…give me a couple of yours and he can have a couple of mine.” Y/N suggests, giving him a nonchalant shrug. It doesn’t take him long to give her a pointed sigh and pass two of his own pieces of watermelon to Namjoon.

“You’re too kind.” Namjoon gives a pointed look at Taehyung, “Thank you Y/N.” He gives her a warm smile that she returns as she eats into a piece of her own. They seem playful and young despite how put together they are. Well, she knows nothing about Taehyung, but she definitely knows Namjoon is truly well put together. 

“Can I ask how old you are?” Y/N looks between the two. “You know I’m 25, but- I mean I’m just curious.”

“28.” Taehyung replies with no qualms. 

“29.” 

“Wow, you’re younger than I thought.” 

Both men give each other a look before staring at Y/N.

“Do we look old?” Namjoon asks incredulously. 

“Oh, no!” She shakes her head quickly, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. I just mean- you guys seem to be doing very well, so I thought you were a little older.”

“I was really rethinking our friendship.” Namjoon says, making her laugh. “We’re doing good, but we’re all still just trying to figure it out- life.” He gives a shrug. 

Taehyung seems to be tired of the conversation as he changes it without questions or remorse. 

“You like art?” He asks without taking his eyes from Y/N. His attention only causes the slightest discomfort, a feeling of vulnerability that she seems to have only around these two guys. 

“I do, but I don’t know much. I told Namjoon I’d like to try it myself.” 

“I can show you.”

She gives a questioning look to Namjoon, hoping this is something she can do, hoping that this isn’t overstepping some boundary. He just gives her another nod and a smile. 

“I’d like that, but, would we do it here? I feel bad for having you guys come here.” 

“You can come over.” Taehyung says like it’s obvious. 

“Oh, no. No, I can’t do that.” She rushes to answer back, looking away from them both to now stare at her empty plate. 

“He has a studio. It’s not in our house but it is on the land. I’ll ask the guys about it tonight. But, it should be fine.” Namjoon assures. She wants to bring up bigger concerns than invading their privacy, but to be honest, all her concerns about the visit are pressuring. 

“I’ll-” Just as she was about to answer, ‘I’ll think about it,’ she’s looking over at Taehyung to tell him- a look of hope fills his face. He needs this as much as she hopes for a genuine relationship. They’ve been nothing but nice to her. She can talk to Namjoon about her worries later, for now, she can be honest with herself and them.

“I’d like to, if everyone is okay with it. I’ll keep to myself.” 

“Taehyung doesn’t allow any of those clumsy guys into his studio, don’t worry.” Namjoon assures. 

“You’re the only clumsy one- I just don’t want anyone in there.” Taehyung gives Namjoon a knowing smile. The confession passes over their heads while Y/N processes what he said. He doesn’t want anyone in there- but he invited her. 

“She also likes games, you can show her the ones you like.” Namjoon suggests. Y/N realizes why he’s doing this. Instead of just giving her some unwanted things of theirs, he wants a way for Taehyung to keep that connection. A jump start for them. 

“I have some.” The vague answer makes her anxious. She doesn’t want to intrude or use things he doesn’t want her messing with. Despite her worries, she doesn’t bring them up now. They both seem more than happy to suggest random things while she tries to deny. There’s no hope for her to decline while they’re both with her. 

Taehyung

The house holds a warmth that he just loves. Maybe it’s just the day he had, maybe he’s just sentimental after all the good things going on at the moment. It doesn’t matter as long as the good can stay. He’d love it if he felt like this for a long time. 

“Okay, spill. You made us wait until you guys came home to tell us what this little adventure was.” 

The sight and smell of the fox is always a welcome one. It doesn’t matter that his outside clothing is still on, he captures the oldest in a tight hug, taking in his scent as much as possible. 

“Someone’s in a good mood.” Seokjin pulls the younger in with a firmer hold. “My pretty kitty.” Taehyung can’t even be mad at the name of endearment. He’d usually push it off and wave off their babying- but today it feels nice. “Wow, someone’s in a really good mood. What did you do, Namjoon?”

“Me?! My god, just ask the clingy one. I’m sure he’d be happy to tell everyone.”

The others wait with expectation rather than bulldozing over the two after their long days. With three cats in the house, the cuddle sessions last far longer than anyone needs them to be. (Though, everyone does like them, they just don’t want to admit it sometimes.)

“I met another cheetah today.”

Taehyung isn’t one for explaining. At least not when he thinks it’s unnecessary. He’s straightforward enough. 

“Wait,” Seokjin grabs the cheetah by his shoulders, pulling him away to look at him. “What do you mean?” Thankfully, Namjoon knows when to help him out when he’s not in the mood for verbal conversation. 

“The cub I come home smelling like- the organization found her.”

“You met her today?” Jimin asks. The only other wolf in the pack is just as special to him as Namjoon is. They both seem to understand him more than the others. Instead of answering verbally, he turns to Jimin and wraps him up while the others stand in shock. 

“How was it?” The wolf in his ear asks. 

Namjoon

He knows the others are happy for Taehyung. He knows that they want the best for him. They wouldn’t have joined his pack and trusted Namjoon if it wasn’t for that fact. But, he also isn’t surprised by the skeptical faces from the more hesitant members. The skepticism shows their want to protect Taehyung from this hybrid they don’t know. The more concerning aspect is one he knows they don’t want to bring up. 

-

The pack gets settled after dinner, especially after Taehyung is ready for bed early upon returning home from an emotionally exhausting excursion and having more conversations than he’d like to. 

Namjoon ends his day in his office like usual, finishing up daily reports and doing some research he knows he’ll have to do as soon as possible. Just as he thought, he does his research at the perfect time- as he’s shutting off his PC there are footsteps that stop at his door and wait for him to finish his work. He wastes no time leaving his office.

Seokjin.

Without any words, Namjoon gives a nod towards the kitchen where the sliding doors that lead to the backyard are. They put a lot of work into their home and the surrounding land. Despite being in a neighborhood not far from the city, they wanted a place that would suit both of their halves. Their backyard was one of the main factors that pushed them to buy- that and the neighborhood itself. 

The grassy space is filled with trees that surround the perimeter where the fence wraps around and randomly throughout the open space. A veranda covers the immediate part of the house and extends more than the usual ones do just to allow them to create a cemented dining area. Other than the small shed Taehyung turned into his studio, the space is open and welcoming, allowing the two to stand at the rail that lines on one side of the veranding and look out at the night sky. 

“I understand you kept this from us because she’s with the organization- but why didn’t you let any of us know there was another cheetah?” Despite his fox traits, Seokjin is one of the most level-headed, mature people Namjoon has ever met. He’ll always want to know information and will be the second-hand to Namjoon’s boat load of responsibilities. He’s always thankful for his fox. 

“I didn’t want him to feel pressured in meeting her. You know he doesn’t like meeting new people. I wanted to give him the time to decide for himself.” Namjoon explains, his voice tired from the day. 

“You knew what he’d want to do. Of course he’d want to meet her.” Seokjin replies, dancing around what he actually wants to say. 

“We both know why you’re bringing it up like this- just say it.” Namjoon finalizes. Seokjin waits a few breaths before finally answering. 

“What if he wants her to be part of the pack? What if his mating instincts kick in and he goes stir crazy around us?” 

“I didn’t think our worries were at the top of the list when I talked to him about it. Seokjin, this is about finally finding another cheetah- this isn’t about anything else except what he wants right now.” Seokjin waits for a scolding from the pack leader that never comes. “We are going to stand by him while he figures out what he wants. Because everyone in this pack has a right to meet others and form relationships. You’re the one that met Hoseok first- you’re the one that confessed to me that you were scared about your feelings. Why would you think about Taehyung’s feelings so negatively?” Seokjin doesn’t wait to reply. 

“Hoseok was close with all of us not long after. Hoseok wasn’t apart of the organization for-”

“I was part of the organization.” Namjoon keeps his voice level, but the assertiveness is there for him to get a hold of Seokjin. “Her past is the least of our problems at the moment. She’s opening up to me, she’s learning to function in a society she was never a part of. She’s a cheetah hybrid- she needs people that she can rely on, people like her.” 

“Everyone is worried that he’ll prefer her over his pack.”

“You know how loyal he is- I know how loyal he is- and that should be enough to convince yourselves that it will be fine. He’s not full animal, Seokjin. He’s not going to run-off and start his own pack. That’s not how this works, and you know that. You can’t turn your worries into harsh words and speculations.” Namjoon turns to him fully, leaning his hip on the railing. 

“Did he mention what he wanted out of it?” Seokjin has yet to look him in the eye as they talk. 

“No. But, I’m sure he’ll let us know if he wants something more- ya’ know, like a good member of the pack.” Namjoon doesn’t mean to let the attitude slip, but why is Seokjin pushing this hard? 

“You’d tell us too, right? If your feelings towards someone we don’t know change?”

Just as the pack leader is about to ask why the change in subject was made, Jungkook knocks on the glass doors to get their attention. They both put on a smile immediately for the youngest of the pack. The last thing they’d both want to do is cause worry in the newest member of their pack. 

Jungkook slides the door open just a crack, “Are you guys coming to bed, soon? Taehyung is asking for you both.”

“Just give us a few minutes, bun.” Namjoon answers with a nod. He waits for the youngest to close the door and walk towards their shared room before turning back to Seokjin. 

“Let him have this. Give him some time- just as everyone else got without a second thought- and then we can figure it out. He let everyone introduce another person without any qualms- he adapted. You guys can as well.” His voice is lower and less assertive than before, now he’s just lining his words with hope. “He wants her to open up to him- he invited her to his studio because she told me she wants to learn about art. She’s wanting hobbies and she wants to work and try new things-”

“I’m not a bad person because I’m worried. And I’m not gonna suggest he never see her again. He can do what he wants- obviously. But you are not as transparent as you think you’re being. There’s something you’re not telling me- and I won’t care because I trust you with everything I am. But, please don’t hurt our pack because you're holding something back from us.” Seokjin begs with authority. 

“I would never do that.” 

“Never do it then.” Seokjin leaves without another word, sliding the door closed behind him. Namjoon waits a reasonable amount of time before heading up and into the bathroom to finish getting ready for bed

-

Thursday mornings mean the chance to sleep in a little longer with Yoongi. The rare cuddle sessions are nice when Namjoon enjoys being in the middle of their bed while Yoongi likes the outer areas in his panther form. Human Yoongi is more cuddly than his panther counterpart. Namjoon loves it. And he definitely needs it at the moment.

Namjoon waits for the others to slip out of bed and get ready for work and their day one by one- leaving him and the black panther snuggled into the blankets. Yoongi lifts his head to look around when he feels Namjoon’s stare. The cat stretches out, a deep noise rolling in his chest. 

The panther makes his way under the covers, following his daily routine, shifting under the covers to keep warm and quickly move up into Namjoon’s arms. Namjoon immediately settles them into a position they both find the most comfortable. It’s muscle memory to them now, the push and pull of soothing each other during the middle of the week stresses. Yoongi rubs his cheek into the warmth of Namjoon’s chest and gives a couple chirps he needs to get out before pulling his face from the crevice. 

“None of us think you’d hurt us, Namjoon-ah.” Yoongi’s tired voice murmurs up at him. It’s not hard to piece together who he’s talking about. Namjoon stills for a second but releases a sigh and gives the older a quick squeeze. 

“You guys heard it all?” 

“Luckily, Taehyung was already asleep- he was in and out, wanting you guys in the nest- but of course we did.” Namjoon looks over at the still open window they keep open in the warm seasons. 

“I’m sorry, I totally spaced that.”

“It’s not your fault, you have no reason to apologize. If anything, all of them needed to hear it. They were all ‘iffy’ about what Taehyung would want contradicting someone else’s wants.” Yoongi gets comfy again in Namjoon’s neck after the reassuring words. 

“Thank you, Yoongi.” Namjoon presses his lips into the cat’s hair to stay there.

“For what?” 

“Everything, I guess. For letting me know, For enjoying my presence as much as I enjoy yours.” Namjoon lets out a huff of a laugh. 

“Your bite mark is forever near my ass and I suck your dick at least once a week. I’d hope you know by now that I more than enjoy having you around.” Yoongi murmurs into his neck, pulling a rumbling laugh from Namjoon. 

“You like being marked up though- maybe anyone could do that.” Namjoon pulls away from him slightly to pepper kisses into Yoongi’s bare shoulder, trailing to his neck. Yoongi immediately opens up to the other predator, exposing his neck willingly to pull him in more. “See, you’re all ready to be marked up so early in the day.” Namjoon smiles into his kisses, nipping at the sensitive skin near Yoongi’s ear. 

“Only by you. Only marks from you.” Yoongi’s deep mumbles confirm, stretching to give his pack leader the most access to his skin. 

“Let’s mark you up then.”

-

Y/N

After her day yesterday, Y/N declined Maria’s request to go grocery shopping. She isn’t that tired but she wants to rest after the emotional toll it took on her from odd instincts and feelings blooming. 

She hasn’t had the house to herself yet, despite being here for about a month now. Maria hasn’t let her be alone, which is nice, but the quiet residing in the house right now is perfect. It’s what she was used to before the organization found her. It’s bittersweet. 

She still can’t find something interesting to watch- it’s really not her favorite pastime. She beat the game on her phone and doesn’t care to find something similar in her little time she has alone. To be honest, her interest is mainly focused on going outside. Not the backyard, not the surrounding neighborhood. She wants to do something. Namjoon won’t be there for hours, and Taehyung has no way to contact her.

Maybe she should try going on her own. She’s allowed to. The progression of hybrid inclusion in the ‘human’s’ society is in a spot where she can live as any other human. But, that doesn’t mean that all humans will be nice to her and accept her. She also can’t let their opinion of her dictate how she lives and what she does. Maybe she should just-

A knock sounds at the door as she thinks in circles. With the curtains open and the windows behind the tv directly at the front of the house- there’s really no way the person that came up to the door didn’t see her sitting there. She curses at herself for not paying attention while she’s home alone. 

Not tip-toeing, but her light footsteps lead her to the front door with no sound. Lifting the peephole cover with the utmost carefulness, she winks into the little glass hole hoping it’s someone familiar. 

She’s more than surprised to see light brown hair and a matching pair of cheetah ears. It’s like she wished it into existence- someone to do something with. She opens the door quickly, letting the taller cheetah see her in the crack of the door big enough only for her to squeeze through. 

“Hi.” Is all she can think of to say at first. 

“Hi.” He mimics. 

“Why- uh, what are you doing here?” 

“Sorry for coming unannounced, I would’ve asked if I had your number but- I was wondering if you wanted to do something. Outside.” Taehyung’s mannerisms are a little nervous looking, but he always sounds so confident when he speaks. 

“Actually, I would. Let me tell Maria first, just in case-” She pulls her phone from sweatpants pocket, “oh, you can come in, sorry.” She gives a nervous laugh but Taehyung just enters with a soft smile. 

With a quick call, Y/N finds out Maria doesn’t mind at all and that she just needs to make sure to take the spare key and lock all the doors before leaving. 

“Ok, I’m good to go then- what did you have in mind?” She asks, making sure to pocket the key and her phone. 

“I haven’t had breakfast yet, so we can do that if you’d like, then maybe shopping?”

“Shopping? Taehyung, I don’t have any money at the moment.” She replies with less confidence. She really wishes she had a job by now- especially with all the things she’d like to do. But, her doctor is hesitant with her lack of social interaction. 

“I mainly need to buy a few supplies, but I'm not really one that likes to go out alone, and I wanted to spend time with you.” 

“Oh- that sounds perfect then." She gives him a genuine smile. He's reaching out to her with no problem- she'd usually shy away from this, but Namjoon has really helped her open up faster. It also helps that he's so close to Namjoon. With the odd connection they seem to have and the trust building slowly but surely, Y/N doesn't mind agreeing despite her disinterest with going out earlier. 

She double checks the locks, making sure the key is in her pocket more times than necessary. Taehyung leads her towards the driveway- the empty driveway. 

"Um, how'd you get here?"

"Walk." He gestures with his arms like it's obvious. 

"Oh that's- that sounds nice actually." She closes the gap between them to walk directly beside him.

"I don't like public transport and I don't like to always drive. Cars make me anxious. I didn't want you to feel unsafe with me if I wasn't confident." 

Taehyung seems to know exactly where to go, confidently choosing which way to go at the start of their journey.

"Don't worry, I'm not the best with them either. The motion still makes me uncomfortable most times." 

The conversation dies down to a silence she can’t tell is comfortable or not. With Taehyung, she’s not sure yet. He seems so sure of himself, confident in his choices and how when he wants to talk to her, but he’s also quiet and doesn’t seem to have a whole lot to talk about. She wants to talk more, especially if they’re walking around for who-knows-how long. 

“So, what supplies do you need?” She asks as sure as she can. 

“Some stuff for my studio.” He doesn’t explain any further. 

“Oh. Well, what were you thinking for breakfast?” 

“Whatever you want is what I want.” He answers, stopping Y/N in her tracks. 

“You chose to walk blindly without knowing where we’re going?” He stops and turns to her as she stays a few steps behind. 

“It’s okay, we’ll find a way to get there, even if we start in the wrong place.” His statement causes her to physically flinch. He has to still just be talking about the damn walk route- but why does it sound like some revelatory quote. “What do you want to eat?” It takes her a few seconds before she can change the course of her thoughts. 

“I don’t care,” She stops to really think, knowing that she’s hungry and will want a way to distract herself while they hang out, “Meat. Meat sounds good.” 

“I’ll buy you meat.” He turns and walks the way they were initially going. “See, we’re going the right way.” He looks serious, but a twitch in his lips has her stifling a laugh at his demeanor that she still needs to get used to. 

-

It doesn’t take long for Taehyung to lead her to a small diner. Despite the city being so close, he doesn’t lead her to a bustling restaurant with too many scents and too many people. The diner is in the middle of the neighborhoods around the Caddel home, a part of a small ‘downtown’ looking area. 

He opens the door for her, then leads the way again, telling a lady waiting up front ‘two, and a booth if available.’ Y/N blindly follows as the smiling lady leads them to a table far in the back, where dark red, cushioned seats sit on each side of a dark brown table. The delicious smells draw her into the establishment, looking around to find their section was pretty bare, not many people were back here. With how hungry she is, she probably wouldn’t even care at the moment if there were lots of people around them. 

“Would you guys like anything to drink before ordering?” The lady asks after setting two menus down onto the tables in front of them. 

“Water and orange juice, Y/N?”

“Oh, uh…water is fine.” She gives a nervous smile. How is she supposed to tell him she’s never been out to eat like this. She doesn’t know what exactly to ask for.

“Two waters and two orange juices, please.” Taehyung answers before she can leave. 

“Of, course. I’ll be right back with those.” She gives another kind smile before leaving them alone. 

“They hand squeeze the orange juice here, it’s good.” He points out before gesturing to her to look at the menu. 

“Sorry, I’ve- I’ve never been out to eat.” She leans forward and whispers the last part despite not many people being in their section. She’s not ashamed of her lack of experience in otherwise normal scenarios, but there’s something embarrassing about being too anxious to even ask questions and risk messing up. 

Taehyung leans forward to meet her halfway, their distance closer than they’ve ever been. 

“Do you want me to order for you?” 

She nods her head quickly in reply. 

“Please.” 

“Here you guys are.” The two separate quickly. The lady gives her a smile she can’t place when she sets the two separate drinks in front of Y/N- not giving Taehyung the same look. “Are you ready to order, or do you need more time?” 

“We’re good.” Taehyung starts, waiting for the lady to pull out her pad and pen. “Can we do one american breakfast with extra sausage and a side of bacon, sourdough for the toast, and then the loaded breakfast sandwich with hash browns for the side.”

“Sounds good, anything else?” 

“Do you have fresh syrup today?”

“Yes.”

“A stack of buttermilk pancakes with the strawberry syrup. And that’s it.” 

She watches in awe as he simply answers, asks, and states, knowing exactly how to respond with respect and care. It’s such a simple thing, but she really has no idea how he does it with no effort. She isn’t one that likes to talk to strangers, but she’ll have to get used to it no matter what. If she has new experiences with Taehyung and Namjoon she could get there. 

It doesn’t matter where she started. She’ll get there. 

“Thank you again.” She tells Taehyung once the lady takes the menus and leaves them alone once again. 

“No worries.” He gives her a kind smile that she can’t seem to get enough of. He isn’t one to allow his facial expression to show much, so the times he does are so nice. “We come here a lot as a pack, so I know what’s good.” 

She grows uncomfortable under the mention of their pack. She doesn’t want him to get the wrong idea, so she gives him a matching smile and nod in understanding. 

She distracts herself with the orange juice she has yet to touch. The straw that was left behind grabs her attention, opening the paper haphazardly and taking a sip of the bright liquid. It’s perfect. The taste is fresh and sweet with the perfect ripeness of the oranges. She looks up to Taehyung with large eyes, he only gives her a knowing smile in response. She drinks the liquid down fast even if she doesn’t want to. It’s just too good. 

“Could I ask you something?” He suddenly asks. 

“Sure.” She swallows the last of the juice and answers. 

“Have you ever shifted?” Despite her comfort with him, her tail still wraps around her waist where she always keeps it. 

“No.” She shakes her head and looks down to play with the pulp at the bottom of her cup. 

“Would you…want to?” He asks again. 

“Of course I do.” She answers honestly, still keeping her gaze from his. “But, I don’t know the first thing about that part of me.”

“I want to be someone that can help you.” He says with no hesitation. “I want to be here for you when you don’t know what to do, or what to think about how you feel. It all can be confusing and intimate- but I know I can be there for you if you let me.” 

He’s upfront about what he wants, taking her aback with how earnest he sounds. This is probably the most he’s said at once and it all sounds too good to be true. 

“I don’t want to rely on you all the time, Taehyung. That’s exhausting for you.”

“You can. I want you to.” Y/N wants to decline as nicely as possible, her eyebrows scrunched together and worry in her expression. She can’t ask that of him even if she wants it- wants to become closer to him. In her silence he tries again, “You don’t have to let me know now, but- did you feel it? When we first met.”

She immediately looks up at him to gauge his reaction to the feeling that she now knows he felt as well. All he shows her is hopeful yearning when he waits for a reply. 

“Yes.” She answers.

“It’s from our cheetahs, it’s the special connection we can have as hybrids. It could be many things, but as long as we feel it we know that we will care for each other. We’ll want to be there and have some type of relationship. I want to help you, because of the connection, because we’re similar, and because I don’t want to lose the chance to have you close.” 

She watches him as he speaks. His ears bend down into his hair to barely be seen. His eyes are downcast below pinched eyebrows. If Y/N could guess, they probably look very similar at the moment. Especially when he’s taking the time to search her face as well. Her heart squeezes at her want to please him and to have another opportunity to do something for herself. 

“Okay.” As she answers, the lady comes up with a large tray of fresh smelling food. Setting the plates down wherever Taehyung points and makes room for. Y/N is stuck watching him. His confidence shows in every movement he makes- just as it shows in Namjoon. Some mannerisms are shared between them, some of them are new and fascinating to navigate. Both of them are too kind, though. They share that trait of being considerate and genuine. She’s still not used to that either.

“First, it’s an instinct to make sure you eat well. When I give you something, it’s yours. Not Namjoon’s.” He gives her a pointed look that makes her shrink a little at the memory, a sheepish smile showing itself to him. He gives her a cheeky smile back as he maneuvers items onto each of their own plates. Half of the sandwich and all the meat from the other plate he ordered are set onto her plate, while he’s left with the other half with eggs and hashbrowns that he also seems to be splitting to share with her. 

“I’m not going to be able to eat all of that.”

“As long as you don’t share it with anyone. I just want to make sure you eat enough, and that you’re healthy.” 

The comment is light and common, but she shrinks a little more at the implications of it. She’s skinnier than she should be. She has been gaining weight well, as the doctor’s orders. But she hasn’t been eating enough to make it very noticeable. 

“I’m trying to look better.” She quiets down, not wanting to share her insecurity but she knows he’s right. She looks up to find him staring at her as he finishes splitting the food. 

“Y/N, I don’t mean how you look. You’re beautiful- I’d think so no matter what. Making sure you’re fed is an animal instinct. The same way you wanted Namjoon to eat when he was with us. It shows we care about the other. It showed me that you care about Namjoon.” He pushes her plate towards her as she sits stunned at the explanation and the compliment. 

“Our instincts are entirely primal, they aren’t embarrassing or shameful. If you’re uncomfortable being fed and taken care of just tell me, but- usually, we all really like it.” Taehyung finishes by switching full orange juice with her empty one. 

The truth is, she doesn’t just like being taken care of. She’d do anything to make sure Taehyung and Namjoon stay in her life so they can all care for each other. She wants to repay them. To show how much she truly cares as well. 

“Try it.” Taehyung urges as she stares at him with an expression she can’t figure out anymore. 

She finally looks down at her finished plate, the smells just under her nose are now potent and too good to resist. She goes for the yummy-looking sausage first, pushing her fork into it and lifting it up to her lips. The first bite is juicy and soft, the flavor bursting out. 

“Mmm, Maria never cooked something like this. She follows a diet the doctor recommended. Sausage is definitely not on it.” She babbles after experiencing the first bite. She takes a few more greedy bites of the sausage, then moves to the sandwich, ditching the fork to use her hands.

“Ooh my god. I’ll only eat with you from now on if it’s all this good.” 

He doesn’t reply, only watches and eats his own food with a smile. 

[chromotps]

p-please. if you still ship ace/luffy? if not then it's fine no need to read/answer etc. i just wanted to ask because i think i saw you post related art on here earlier at some point? and i haven't stopped thinking about it since honestly. could you possibly. please add some more thoughts on that future/time-travel/age swap (??) AU that's basically older/pirate king luffy meeting spade captain ace? because it has infinite angst potential to me (something something you're as beautiful as the day i lost you....), but also an equal amount of emotional hurt/comfort. and i'd like to hear more. how would an older luffy react to a young-ish (still alive.) ace? like, how would their dynamic change? (or not at all, with luffy going immediately into younger brother mode despite being in his 40s or something like these videos of fully grown up golden retreivers acting like puppies in specific situations. though not gonna lie, a more collected/a fully grown luffy in both the physical and emotional aspect is also. ugh.) would he respect the potential time-travel /rules/ that probably the rest of the strawhats would try to make him adhere to (like not talking about events that ace doesn't know about yet, or generally not engaging physically with people that clearly don't belong in the timeline), or would he just selfishly try to enjoy the moment while it lasted? (or a secret third thing, maybe?)

it's like. a purely self-indulgent AU for me because it both allows luffy to meet ace once more/say goodbye to him/thank him for a lot of things or just do things that he didn't get to do being the younger brother (even more self indulgent sub-scenario to this is. similar to your acelu week work? luffy helping ace bathe/washing his hair because it had always been the other way round, with ace taking care of him), and ace technically gets to see luffy as the pirate king? which partially equals to seeing him accomplish his dream.

yeah. sry for all the spam but i'm. just so weak for this AU honestly and just wanted to reach out to you as i think you came up with it initially?

hello!!! yes, thank you for messaging—I've had Ace on the brain so much lately... Definitely still ship acelu!! It just started seeming like there were fewer and fewer people who shipped it in, er, the same way I did? Which is totally fair, with how much possibility for interpretation there is with these characters.

ANYWAY, my version of the time travel acelu AU (since, you know, I don't think I came up with anything groundbreaking—there are a few fics out there, I think, with an older Luffy saving his younger brother Ace, things like that)... So much of it depends on the circumstances, like, if Ace was briefly transported forward in time, or Luffy + the SHs went back. I might go with the first option—let Ace get a fullllll sense of Luffy in his Pirate King grandeur, haha.

"angst potential"—I definitely see that possibility, like, the pure shock Luffy would have seeing Ace young and healthy, miraculously alien after however many years it's been and yet so, so familiar. The little details Luffy might have even forgotten... the particular way the freckles fell across Ace's skin, the way he was always so expressive in his movements, tensing up in this new environment, leaning in toward Luffy when he's laughing. Also, different kind of angst, but I could imagine Ace having this sinking, freezing feeling when he finds out he died. A sort of resignation, like, his fear that he never deserved to live confirmed. Then, Luffy explains more about the situation—how he owes Ace his life, how so many people fought for him, how even Ace was moved to want to be alive. So then Ace is like, at least my death was worth it—I made something valuable of my life. And finally Luffy has to be like, no. I appreciate your sacrifice, but what I really wanted was for my brother to live.

Also (it's probably clear already) but because this is *my* take on the AU I wouldn't have it get too angsty. Not that I want everything to magically be perfect, I'd want whatever catharsis happens to feel earned... but with any of my headcanons, I'm just not compelled by a story where Ace still dies. 😂 So:

"would Luffy respect the potential time-travel rules" absolutely not, ahahaha. Mr. "I heard your rules, and they're stupid, so I'm making my own"? Fair, a more mature Luffy would recognize the true weight of messing with the past/future... But even recognizing that risk, he'd actively choose to prioritize his connection with Ace and his faith in his own instincts. Plus, I don't know, Luffy feels like the kind of character who you could tell, "It's either you let Ace die, or your crew" and he'd say, "no! I'm taking option #3" and then he makes it happen.

"how would their dynamic change?" - so, tbh, I first came up with this AU on a horny whim. I wanted older, even more self-assured Luffy to just have the time of his life messing with Ace while also piling on the adoration. I don't think Luffy would really "revert"... The way he acts in Wano, and other places, shows that his mindset has really shifted over time. (Actually, okay, caveat—I could see Luffy in his initial shock of seeing Ace, if you wanted to really push the angst, completely breaking. Then he might get a bit clingy, wrapping Ace in as close as he can get him, crying for his big brother...) On Ace's side, maybe he's put at-ease, because this really is Luffy, the person he loves most in the whole world... Same ridiculous laugh, same unstoppable smile. But Ace is also completely thrown for a loop, because you're telling him this guy?? Right here?? Is his baby brother (who he last saw as some 14yo pipsqueak??)? The guy able to shove him around with a slap to the back, and who's somehow able to restrain himself from yelling for meat because he's so engrossed in Ace, for some reason?

I definitely think Luffy would thank Ace for everything he did, both during Marineford, and just their whole lives... I don't even need to get into it in this post, but thinking of how Luffy carried Ace's love with him all those years (this post says it better). Anyway, Luffy would express all that to Ace, and then let that lead into why he wants Ace to live this time around even more desperately.

From there, it just depends on how long the time travel effect lasts. If it's brief, it might just be Luffy trying to convey some way to make Marineford go differently to Ace ("train your haki!!!! don't make reckless sacrifices thinking it's the only way you can show your love!!"). But............ if I wanted to be really indulgent, I could say the effect is a few days, maybe even weeks. And then, I could so see Pirate King Luffy just doting on Ace completely. Being the one to show Ace all kinds of wonderful things in this future, interesting treasure they've found—the same way Ace made him feel that wonder when they were kids. And then, like, treasuring Ace's physical form, that he's whole and safe... Gosh, with how defensive Ace might get at this whole situation, I could see older Luffy and his insight immediately clocking how much teen Ace was hurting and angry in a way his younger self never noticed. Especially Ace from his Spade Pirate days... So, Luffy's response to that could be the care you mentioned—insisting on doing something soft and appreciative, like bathing, or bringing him his favorite food to share in a private place, like a quiet spot on the ship or Luffy's room or somewhere...

Ahhhhhhhh I have once again dumped an absolute mess of thoughts into the world. Hopefully this is something like what you were looking for (even with all my biases 😂)!

[twistedwonderlandobsession]

Hi! I was really interested in this post and I thought that I’d try it! 

My ingame name is Flick, she/they, I’m b-day twins with Leona, and I’m 15 going on 16 soon! (So no staff matches, please!)

I’m an introvert, and I’m on the spectrum. Probably ADHD or OCD? I’m still on the waiting list for a psych evaluation. I tend to overshare and get defensive easily.

I can’t stand clutter. If I’m in a messy environment I can’t function. I’m only productive if I need to do something I’m interested in. My lifestyle is based on my mood, so it fluctuates a lot. I consider myself to have pretty intense mood swings.

I like sunshine, grape juice, graphic novels, writing, drawing and cats. I dislike bugs, clutter, my siblings, hot weather and alarm clocks.

I’m homeschooled b/c my experience in public school wasn’t good. I hyperfixate on things. The current object of my obsession is Twisted Wonderland.

When in a good environment, I perform very well academically. I enjoy being physical (like in P.E.), but haven’t recently.

My life is kind of in a slump right now. My mental health is high, and I’ve been working on improving myself, but I haven’t gotten anywhere with social or physical health.

I’m hoping to change that soon and get out of my comfort zone. I want to have friends and be able to not get flustered or freak out around people. That’s a big goal of mine.

I think I’m a little like Rook, but I only focus on the beauty in art. Not people or architecture, just art. I feel happiest when I find a graphic novel that boasts the art style I admire.

Okay, sorry if that was too long! Thank you so much for looking at this, I look forward to seeing who I’ll match with! (Please do platonic and romantic!)

I match you with Kalim Al-Asim

(platonic)

The First Impression:

As soon as Kalim accidently made eye contact with you one time in the hall he was immediately attached to your side. Determined to be your friend.

The Relationship:

No matter how much you "overshare" kalim was right next to you eagerly listening to each word like a podcast....he may not remember all of it but he tries! No matter how defensive you become this clueless ball of sunshine was never taking any of it personally and always tried to make you more comfortable with him. Honestly it's hard to tell if he is extremely patient with your mood swings or just dosen't notice them.

Any intrests of yours are always fascinating to him, and as soon as you mention any Hobbie Jamil is physically holding him back from spending hundreds of thousands on supplies so he can join your fun. Though after Jamil is done wrestling him feel free to talk his ear off about your current hyperfixation. He is eagerly listening while nodding.

Being homeschooled and a bit deprived of social interaction was something both of you had experienced when younger and while kalim may refuse to feel negativity about this experience burying his emotions deep deep down it dose give him something to relate to you about.

Knowing that you love sunshine he always would try to get you to hang out at a park or eat outside with him, but would always avoid Scarabia or any hot and humid places prioritizing your comfort above all else.

As soon as he head you mention once in passing that you wanted to get out a bit more and make more friends this boy was all over it, dragging you around and introducing you to everyone he knew, constantly encouraging you to step out out your comfort zone.

He means well just put your hand on his shoulder and tell him to slow down a little.

I match you with Jade Leech

(Romantic)

The First Impression:

Jade was intrigued by you, or rather more specifically your tendencies. Granted, that they were nothing too outlandish but nonetheless the variety of emotions, reactions, tendencies and appearance mixed together at times could be quit the contradiction and always made his eyes linger on you whenever near

Why He Fell:

Honestly no one knows why Jade fell, perhaps not even Jade himself. Granted even if the Leech twin did happen to know it was very unlikely that he would tell you. Though over time it became clear how he would subtly glance around the room, or how he would casually inch twords you, even getting to the point where he would randomly muse to himself about whatever had your focus raising his voice ever so slightly louder than usual or interject in your conversations. Soon this turned into light touches such as picking a leaf off your uniform or brushing your hair out of your face, which became bolder casually grabbing your arm or shoulder to steer you eventually morphing into him putting a arm around your shoulders or resting his chin atop your head.

The Relationship:

When you did begin dating the closer you got the more that it was clear that Jade was in no way the more reasonable twin, he just happened to be more composed and less upfront than Floyd was. This was made clear the more time you spent with him being just as chaotic as his brother, having a tendency to hang around whatever he had deemed amusing.

Being that he has a rather moody brother himself the male delt with your mood swings quite well, even if they were particularly bad at times he always managed to take whatever you threw at him with an amused smile already being adjusted to have to live with a rather unpredictable and moody person since birth.

He was eerily good at picking up on your mood, interests, and current hyperfixations. Always knowing just where the line was and making sure to never cross it. Despite his surprisingly teasing nature at times that to some may come off as intimidating and everything in-between your relationship was built off of a mutual respect for one another's boundaries and care for eachothers needs.

It was good for him that he noticed how much you loved the sun and enjoyed being active, using this information to his advantage he began taking you on hikes with him. After a while of this happening he happening to note you tended to have more energy the day after and seemed to be more positive and productive causing him to make these hikes a annual thing making sure you have them at least once a week if not more.

As soon as you accepted Jade Leech as your partner that was it, there was not getting rid of him. There was no way he was letting you go over trivial fights and such like most relationships downfall. As far as he was concerned he was just waiting for the time to pass till he could legally make you his life partner. Though despite this he never stopped working on maintaining your relationship and keeping clear communication about the important things so that one day he will be able to get a ring on that finger. Though until then he'll just enjoy the ride.

[anxiousdino]

Due to AO3 being down for an uncertain amount of time, I’m going to post the first chapter of my fic. I was waiting to publish it after it was finished because then writer’s block won’t delay you guys reading it. I may post more chapters until the website is back up but I won’t promise it! Important note: DO NOT HARASS AO3! THEY ARE FIXING IT WITH VOLUNTEERS AND SHOULD BE PRAISED RN!! THIS IS NOT THEIR FAULT!

(This fic is written with the Movie! Versions in mind)

All My Blossoms

Chapter 1

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His chair jolted back with him immediately after the doors slammed open. Luigi quickly sorted himself out and noticed everyone's unimpressed glares at the guest. A grumbled apology made it past his awkward expression as he sat in a comically large chair.

“Now that His Majesty has arrived,” Mario coughed a 'finally' into his fist, Peach continued. “We may begin the negotiations of the treaty." Diplomatic yet kind as ever.

Thankfully, over the afternoon only one fight had to be stopped between Bowser and Mario and negotiations were added, removed or changed smoothly. Right at that moment, they had the jovial tone of sporting buddies rather than leaders with a feud. Then one last request was placed. The Koopa King expressed his concern of not having a partner’s help.

Kamek is good but the kids wear him out too much for saying he has to be an adviser too. He needs someone to look after his children while he attends royal affairs with the magikoopa or to go in his place so he can spend more time with them. This level of security and trust can only be given by a marriage. That way, they can’t harm his kingdom or kids and he can’t hurt them without breaking the treaty. Mixed reactions painted everyone’s faces with Peach considering but hesitant and Mario struggling to hold in his definitely not royal meeting appropriate response. The younger twin held his brother’s shoulder in reassurance.

“I’m not asking it to be you, Princess. Not unless you’re up for it. It only needs to be someone important to the kingdom to ensure no funny business from me.” Carefully, she ruled out who couldn’t go.

Her, for starters, unless there truly was no one else. Mario is with her and neither man would agree. Toadette had high-ish status. But was it enough to garante peace?

“I-I’ll do it?” All eyes snapped to the voice even as quiet as it was. Anyone may have mistaken him for his brother based on the crimson rapidly growing on Luigi’s face. Again, mixed reactions across the room. Similarly to the last shock, Peach was cautiously in thought while Mario went straight to talking them both out of it. All Bowser could do was stare at the plumber in confusion.

“There is no one else, is there Princess? I could see the cogs turning. I can’t let you go, you’ve got your own kingdom. That’s what this treaty is about. My status is important enough to make sure he doesn’t hurt me but removed enough it won’t hurt the kingdom.”

What? Mario is certain he’s never heard his brother talk that much in one go before. Even the king was sceptical, all he knew was the green one was terrified of everything. Especially him.

“You really don’t mind this, Weegi?”

Everything in his body screamed no but his head knows it's the only option. He nods and looks his brother in the eyes to agree. It's not that either of them think Luigi's at risk, more so that they know this isn't Bowser’s or Luigi's ideal future. How come he gets the love of his life when his fratellino is subjected to being a political pawn? Above all of this is Mario's trust in him. If Luigi sincerely says he's okay with this then Mario trusts him. He's okay with it too.

“How much political knowledge do you have, Greenie?"

Luigi answers honestly by claiming to only know a bit from joining these meetings. On the conditions that he has lessons from Kamek or himself, Bowser is the last to agree.

~

A month before the wedding Luigi has to move to the castle. Frankly it's more of a formality, time for the grooms to adjust to each other and for the staff and children to get used to their future king consort. Meeting the Koopalings (properly) was by far the worst part of this for the plumber. Anxieties clawed at him from every angle, the most concerning being ‘am I a dad now?’

"Alright, before we go in you need to breathe. I can hear you worrying, stop. What has you so worked up?" Straining in his chest proved the king correct about breathing, did he care or was he annoyed?

“They won't like me. I'm essentially their step-dad and Mario's brother, and human, and-"

"Woah, woah! Greenie, chill. True, it might take them time to come to terms with it. Hate you? Maybe. But any disrespect to you will break the treaty." He stopped for a minute. "Step-dad? This is a political marriage. You're more a glorified babysitter. Don't sweat it.” The words barely registered with the anxious man as the large common room doors opened. Several big sofas messily decorated the floor (which was not how it looked when Bowser left it) along with many random objects. Drawings were piled up in various spots, a few small machines (or robots?) moved around with different levels of competence and so much more. Nine Koopas occupied the room, one of whom could not look more tired.

"Sire! You're back! And you, the monsters are your problem now." A staff was swiftly pointed in Luigi's face.

"Sì?”

Suddenly one of the 'monsters' announces to his siblings that their dad is home and races to hug his father as everyone else brings their attention to the new comer. Question after question abuses the ears of the three adults.

"Shut it, twerps! We're gonna sit an’ talk about it. Out the door way, now!

Once comfortably spread amongst the couches, or in Lemmy's case the floor, Bowser opens the conversations to anyone willing not to interrupt each other. Wendy quickly goes first.

“Why are you here?” Simple question, Luigi answers as such.

“Why you,” Junior cuts in, “why not mama?”

Bowser takes that one, much to Luigi’s relief. Each koopaling asks different things, Ludwig sticking to political side of things. Iggy had to be steered back to the original topic after finding out that Luigi dabbles in engineering, both of them excited to share their interests. Ever annoyed at the lack of a feminine presence Wendy through jabs at him, only for him to shyly admit that he enjoys make up and dresses. Junior doesn’t speak after his first enquiry.

Just as their dad went to call it a night, Ludwig asked his only personal question.

“I get it’s a political marriage but doesn’t that mean you’re our father too now?” Annoyance and anger pointedly obvious in the teen’s tone.

Everything in him tenses at the realisation that the worst has happened; he’s now a dad and the kids hate him. One of Bowser’s hands squeezed his while he reassured his son that Luigi is only their parent if they want him to be. For now he’s just a helping hand. Kamek dismissed the children and led them out the door.

On Junior’s way out he whispered to the elder koopa resulting in the boy running over to the fiancés. The young koopa looked up at his father and asked if he no longer has a ‘mama’ that would play with him or praise his art. Luigi’s heart broke alongside the boy’s voice, answering before Bowser could.

“Junior, I promise I will play with you and look at your drawings. Instead of a ‘mama’ you are welcome to see me as a ‘papa’ if you want.” Both koopas stared at him, one with excitement and the other with something. Confusion? Shock? Fondness? All three seemed to shine in Bowser’s eyes.

“Really?! But you said you’re not our dad?”

“Only because I know this is a big change. If you don’t want me too be, then I won’t be. If you do, then I will.”

No one had expected him to say it, especially this quickly or willingly. However he found he was just as sure about this as he was about the deal with Bowser.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

~

Kamek approached him the day after to give him a tour and explain some of his new duties. It thoroughly surprised the magikoopa when Luigi took everything in and seemed serious about helping Bowser rule. Hesitancy about the plan still flowed through him, specifically because of it being Luigi. His son deserved to marry for love, not marry the brother of Mario. Peach would have been more ideal, at least one of them had feelings. But, the way Luigi was with the koopalings and new responsibilities put him a little more at ease. The old koopa even noticed that he treated the staff well despite the comments they jeered at him. He also noted that he would pretend to not hear, only to (albeit subtlety) deflate once it was just the two of them again.

“Finally, we have arrived at the private garden. Only the royal family may enter here, myself included. As king consort this extends to you now, sire.”

Monotone words barely made it past Luigi’s ears. Calmly flowing water fell from a central fountain, grand in its design yet modest in size, pallets of flowers painted along the pebble path. On the opposite end to the opening sat a bench clearly made for the king. Awe froze him, letting him bask in the slice of Heaven.

The magikoopa chuckled beside him, “beautiful isn’t it, sire?”

“Favoloso. Sì, very. There’s nothing like this at my cottage.”

“Junior told me about last night-“

“Ah, scusi! I didn’t mean to overstep, he was upset so I tried to cheer him up.” Kamek’s stoic look easily slipped into a smirk.

“I was only going to thank you, sire. Lord Junior has had a complex relationship with parental figures. He never should have been lied to about his mother being Princess Toadstool, it makes him feel unwanted. You made him feel wanted again, and his papa will be less distracted from now on. For that, I thank you.”

No words in either language came to the Italian. The sudden emotional turn froze him all over again. Out of seven siblings, a father, a grandfather and a castle full of staff Junior felt unwanted until he of all people showed up. All he’d done was agree to look at paintings, how could the bar of a prince be so low in what was an obviously loving family? Then again, eight children and a kingdom means time is just as important as love. It dawned on him that he hadn’t only agreed to look at paintings. All he’d done was agree to give the family time for showing love that they held for each other. Junior may have asked him to be his ‘papa’ but that didn’t make him one, he didn’t feel like one, he was just there so his actual father could be with him.

Goodbyes between the advisers were said on autopilot. Registering that he was alone and moving towards the bench was just as mindless. Nothing but the knowledge of what he’d done filled his thoughts. It is important to understand that he didn’t regret the agreement, but that this was his first real opportunity to truly process it. Not only had he signed up to be an adviser but also a king, a husband and a dad. He signed to be a symbol of peace, as an insurance policy. Dread and shock forced themselves together in his head, a jagged mesh blocking out anything else. But there was no regret. For all the consequences (good or bad), he’d do it again every time if it meant stability within both kingdoms. If it could provide stability within a family.

A weight that wasn’t his own pushed on the wooden seat, it’s subtle creak snapping him from the thoughts. Aches coursed through his hands from gripping tangled hair and his eyes stung similarly to his scalp. From beside him, his ragged breaths were eased into a normal rhythm by a patient voice. Luigi was no stranger to having panic attacks but having others help makes escaping them easier. He thanks Bowser, not needing to look up to know who was there, receiving a gruff ‘welcome’ in return.

“Wanna talk about it, usually helps the kids after these.” The green clad man gestures awkwardly between them. “Hey! Imma catch, who wouldn’t wanna marry me? And don’t say Peach!” Luigi chuckled.

“No, no. It’s a, big, adjustment is all. You get a break and peace, I get a job, a husband and bambini.”

“I get a husband too, ya know? See, both getting screwed over.”

“Still not even.” He bumped his shoulder against Bowser’s bicep. Comfortable silence blanketed them for minutes and minutes, neither willing to break it. Half an hour passed before the king was called to his duties and Luigi was left alone in the garden.

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[wetcatspellcaster]

The way I GASPED when I saw the notification of a new chapter ❤️❤️❤️

They are so sweet, so awkward, I love them 😭

I loved the subtle smut, that focused more on emotions, making sure everyone is safe, and just oh. It felt so intimate, so gentle, it made me tear up, I was so happy their first sex scene was like that. Hot, but tender. You did such a great job balancing everything. In a work like this, I find sudden burst in very detailed smut a big dissonance, but here it looked perfect. The push and pull, the humor, the fears, all that persisted throughout the whole fic, is still there.

It had been years for them, and a decade of different kind of torture, and they are still... Them. It warmed my heart.

I had never expected a chapter with sex, because you mentioned you were not comfortable writing it, but when I read it. When I read it, let me tell you, it was pure perfection.

I can imagine how nervous it must have been posting this chapter. And it was gorgeous. It was so good. You opened the characters further (he he), you made it feel so domestic after that initial awkwardness between them, and oof.

Also, Rose. I'm ten years younger than her, but oh how I feel her 😂 thank you for showcasing those fears and self-consciousness and those PAINS. I love her so much. I'm so sad that there is only one chapter left, but I'm so glad I got to read this story at all.

Thank you again. I'll go cry over how beautiful those two disasters are.

thank you, beloved anon, I'm glad that you enjoyed it 💖

I said in a previous ask that I don't want to claim the chapter as smut, but I'm pleased it read that way! I didn't expect to write a chapter with sex either, but it just felt like the right call for the story, for the reasons I talk about here. I guess that might be why there's no dissonance, it was just a thing I figured would be in-character and then I wrote it as in-character as I could.

And yeah, I know it's kinda cringe to have to cast mobility spells or change things when they feel weird and not immediately have the best fucking orgasm of your life in this moment that you've built up into this massive deal in your head bc you're nervous and feeling a lot of emotions but... the more I thought about it, the more I realised that the mindblowing sex is like, three rounds in. The first time there's too much pressure.

Anyway, it's less smut and more a scene where we get to see what Rose would be like in a safe space. When the Ascendent tried to label her praise kink, or called her old, she brushed it off bc she didn't allow herself any vulnerability around him. When she nearly fucked him on a throne, she wasn't in her real body with its real weaknesses. All of the things she rejects in the chapter are reminiscent of non-consensual encounters, but that means there's an admission of the parts she enjoyed as well.

I'm was nervous bc it felt more like a character study and um... that's not what I'm reading smut for, I'll be candid. But unfortunately for me my first foray into none fade-to-black happened in the saddest fucking fic I've ever fucking written, so this is what we get lads. There's much hotter porn elsewhere but this is the ending to this particular story.

I'm glad that you enjoyed it, and felt like it fit the tone of the work! I felt like it fit as well. I wouldn't have posted it if I didn't, and I wouldn't have written it just to put some sex in there bc honestly? There are people that can do that job 10,000 x better than me lmfao.

Thank you for messaging ! x

[sunset-of-the-void]

okay ive been trying to organize my thoughts forever and its not exactly working so. i'm just gonna launch things in as short and concise as i can make it so i dont ramble incoherantly forever (/lh)

so,, i'll start with my perception of norton, because by god i think i should think about him more,,,

i'm not gonna touch on his mom because i have no clue what the fuck happened to her honestly, but i think norton's dad has always been kind of. accidentally distant? like in a way you could tell he cared for his son, but there was probably always an air of stress/tiredness about him (similar to norton as he aged) that got worse from the black lung and aging, and also the way that they were never guarenteed to have necessities all the time was something that occupied his mind a lot. (i imagine personally that while the two were never close, norton could understand the reasons why hence choosing to stay by his side once he fell bedridden)

also, while norton probably didn't work in the mines for his entire life, he'd probably do small jobs on the side to help out with funds, especially considering his lack of an (official? authentic?? i cant recall the word im looking for) education in canon, so you know. he's been aware of the concept of money and status for a while i'd assume, even moreso when he starts working in the mines as a teenager (which i'd assume is when his father's illness starts worsening as well) and people there are just. ruthless i'd imagine. considering in his trailer he looks (debatably?) younger than the other men it's probably from both a mix of him being a newer worker and possibly being worse off than them as well plus the stress on him having to be the only provider for two people, one of which is ill as well, as a teenager proobably doesnt help much with the situation either...... i've not much to add other than this, though touching on his personality in the manor, despite being reserved and a liittle grumpy he is very sweet once you get past the walls he put up! he's the type of person to help someone who needs it (albeit he may make a show of being reluctant about it) but he does know what its like to struggle and how much a helping hand could mean to someone. he's still very empathetic in my mind :]

very very briefly onto andrew because if i dont limit myself this will be soo much longer. but i'll try not to get too excited and i'll cut out most of his life (pretty much all of it up to about laz cemetary)

so basically andrew also had similar situations being born in poverty, while norton managed to gain financial security as he became a prospector (i think?) andrew didnt really. get that at all. even when working with laz (if he did, there wouldnt be a reason to be tempted by grave robbing, right???) and i personally assume people would price gouge him for the sake of him being "impure" or whatever, so even with the pay from mikhail/percy it never really lasted quite long enough,,,,

andrew only left after getting caught by marshall, and fled immediately after the (accidental) murder. (to summarize it shortly andrew panicked and stabbed him a few times with the shovel and then accidentally buried him while he was still alive in a nearby patch of dirt) and he showed up to the manor with. practically nothing. he had a change of clothes, his shovel, and some trinkets that were dear to him, and to me he kind of traveled on foot the nearly whole time to the manor (using the funds he had left from the final deal of the "slabs" to take a train as far as he could with the money)

so now like.. the actual current important thing (sorry dhsjdjfj......)

once andrew shows up to the manor he's in ah. generally pretty bad shape. and people kind of have one of two reactions of either "wow this guys one of the stranger ones" or "this guy needs. a lot of help" (depending on how you look at it) and norton kind of realizes almost immediately from andrew's general anxious demeanour and gaunt figure that he has nothing going for him, so why would he make that worse?? plus in the manor norton kind of gravitates away from nobility/aristocracy i believe and andrew is very. noticably not either of those, andrew is just grateful that norton's not reacting negatively to his very presence and he puts a lot of trust in norton. (like, norton gets a fuck ton of life stories that luca and emil dont hear about) im working on a fic of their first technical interaction and im not sure if i'll ever finish it since ive been stewing it since like.. april but they're cute to me

Hello! Very excited to read through this

To be honest i dont think norton's mom is mentioned like ever. At least in nothing i personally have read. I do agree that hia family would have been distant. They were in living in poverty and it puts a strain on anyone much less a family. To me it aids in norton's cutthroat nature of just having a life of anything but the suffering of poverty.

I would love to read the fic once you finish it! I really like andrew and norton getting each other as they have both been ostracized from society for being poor and then for Andrew being albino! I was going to have a lot more to say but i dont think it would have added much to this. I will be marinating on thoughts for this thank you so much for the ramble friend!

[emetkoto]

I haven't played bg3 so I'd love to hear how astarion's views of koto change throughout the story pls <3 like is he immediately attracted or what. and what about koto's feelings and how they change. gimmie the deets.

Honestly, Astarion sums up his part pretty well in his confession dialogue!

and then hilariously another tidbit from his final romance scene literally right before he tells you he loves you and you have sex on his grave (ignore old k'oto i havent gotten there on new k'oto yet and also the different outfits these are from two different play sessions)

basically tldr. astarion didnt really care for k'oto at all at first, it was all just manipulation in order to get him to trust him so he would keep him around and protect him since he was terrified of his master finding him (he's a vampire spawn and the only reason he has his free will up until we kill his master is because of the mind flayer parasites all the characters have, he only got away when the mind flayers kidnapped him and has been paranoid about being found since, rightfully so since we come across a monster hunter sent after him early on) so it was all just. seduction and charming! he was really kinda annoyed by k'otos whole 'good guy' thing, like 'ohhhh wow youre a hero. what good are you. nobody ever helped me or saved me. where were you when i needed you.' (obviously completely unfair, k'oto is only 28 and he was turned 200 years ago) and kind of a little bit afraid of him? sure he's shorter than him but he's also way stronger physically and has fangs and claws and strange beastly habits that really just kinda put him off for a while bc yknow. fangs hurt him once. sure this guy seems harmless but he knows better than to trust!!!

except he doesnt. because k'oto was completely unexpected in every way. he's kind and funny and genuine in a way astarion had completely forgotten was possible. he loved him so completely and so honestly the whole time. even when he told him sweet lies and was just so obviously using him he just. kept loving him!!! (k'oto voice) its not real now but someday it might be, and ill still be here when it is. when hes ready to love me back. <--------shit like That!!! the icing on the cake was coming to realize that he and k'oto had. a LOT more in common than he wouldve ever thought. particularly when it came to matters of sex and how they had trouble viewing their bodies as their own due to their circumstances and how it all made it difficult for them to say 'no' to things out of fear/obligation…the very last thing he ever expected from this dumbass catboy was to see himself 100-something years younger in him…..he just. was exactly what astarion needed…uegh!!!

k'oto was pretty much head over heels from the beginning despite the red flags. he was far from home and work where nobody would even think to offer him money for his time and would just spend it with him because they genuinely wanted to for nothing more in exchange than just their own time and company so even if he was being blatantly manipulated it was still the realest shit he'd experienced in years from probably the most attractive guy he'd ever met upto that point so it was a recipe for some good ol fashion love at first sight…or i guess. love at first knifepoint.

maybe a bit of confusion at first bc he'd never been in love before so there was probs a brief period of 'am i in love or is this just lust' until after he slept with him the first time and it didn't go away and in fact only got stronger and he was like 'ok yeah im in love actually!!!!'

sorry this is completely incoherent i love them so fucking much it makes me sick to my stomach and also im so very tired