#it's about... the little private acts of devotion....

[vaguely-concerned]

As previously outlined, Sophia basically goes through life with the constant background hum of what would be the magical equivalent of a tension headache. I like to think that every so often, Alistair takes the tiniest sip of lyrium and puts some of those old Templar moves to better and more tender use by suppressing her magic for her just for a little while (with a soft scalp/neck massage on top, as a treat!). It’s the only time she can really, truly relax, and more intimate for both of them than any freaky thing they could ever think to try in bed probably haha.  

(They discovered this dynamic in the early days of the Blight, when she nervously asked if he could try to dampen her magic so she’d know what it's like, and not potentially encounter the feeling for the first time in the midst of combat. Neither of them expected her to give a moan of such near-erotic blissed-out relief that they both kind of just stood there blushing for a moment, but hey. You live and learn I guess.)  

Needless to say she would never let anyone but Alistair do that to her, but I think it’s nice that they have that together. (From his side too this drives me insane — the idea of him reclaiming something the Chantry put in his hands to be a tool for violence in their name and instead using it in a personal act of devotion and care and love. And as one of the last purely personal, private acts left to him in his life as king. Just this image I have of him tracing his fingertip lightly down the bridge of her nose and along her brows as they smile softly and quietly at each other. Hmnghhhh.)

[megumismyhusband]

rin itoshi acts stoic, pretending your affection doesn’t faze him, but his body betrays him. His ears turn red when you kiss his cheek, and his lips quirk into a faint smile when you hug him. If you skip a hug or kiss one day, he’ll brood about it, replaying every moment to figure out if he upset you.

rin who secretly adores seeing you in his clothes. he'll sneaks extra jerseys and hoodies into your wardrobe, pretending they "must've ended up there by accident." he can’t help but smile when he sees you wearing them.

rin sucks at cooking but will attempt to learn how to make your favorite dishes so he could cook them for you whenever you'd like.

the keychain you gave rin? It’s clipped securely to his bag or shoved deep in his pocket when he’s on the field. He touches it before every game for luck, and if he ever loses it, he’ll go into full panic mode.

wanna do his makeup? deal. wanna paint his nails? go ahead. feel the need to put your pretty boyfriend in a dress? he'll let you. but only as long as you agree not to show anyone his baby pictures.

pda isn't rin's style, but in private? he’s all in. he’ll pull you close, tuck your head under his chin, and let you trace random patterns on his chest while you talk about your day.

rin might not always say, "i love you," but his actions speak volumes. from memorizing your coffee order to holding your hand in a crowded room, every little thing he does screams devotion.

[retiredteabag]

can we get a smau or written (whatever gives u the most creative output) about how the jjk characters would act if the reader was mad at them :3

Including: Gojo, Nanami, Choso, Sukuna, Toji, Yuuji, and Megumi

Synopsis: They've done something to upset you... how are they reacting?

my masterlist !!

Satoru

I am so sorry to say this, but I genuinely believe that Gojo is the type to find it cute. Even if you're genuine in your frustration. He takes it too far, thinking it's funny.

For a man with perfect vision and a deep understanding of his surroundings, he is SLOW on the uptake when it comes to people disliking him. Pretty sure it's actually canon that he thinks Utahime is just playfully bantering with him...

Anyway, if you're mad at him, don't be surprised when he coos at you, patting your head, poking your cheek, etc.

Have you ever had to discipline a dog that doesn’t understand that it is misbehaving so when you raise your voice they think it’s playtime? Yeah…. He’s like that.

I'm sure at some point it becomes a real fight between you and he tries to make more of an effort to be more serious.

Nanami

Patient.

Incredibly patient. In fact, he would rarely ever raise his voice. If you were upset with him, he would want to sit down and hash it out. He would want to know exactly what caused the dissatisfaction and how to prevent it in the future.

He might get a little upset if you didn't want to talk about it. He would not mind a confrontational significant other and would prefer for you to be honest.

Even if you are mad about something small, he will treat it like the most important thing in the world.

How precious lover is mad at him? He can’t allow that.

Choso

Poor guy. He would totally panic.

If you told him you were upset with him, he would do anything in his power to make it okay. God forbid you say anything over text. He would be pacing the house, bouncing his knees, biting his cheek.

One might think he’s gonna cry, but I actually don't think he would. If he did something that actually hurt you, he would, but likely in private unless he really can’t control himself.

He seems like a deep thinker, he probably considers exactly what he means before he says something so he would consider you too in these situations.

I think he would beat himself up over it, but not want you to feel guilty. he would listen intently when you told him what had made you mad and then apologize profusely.

He’s more than willing to atone for the rest of his life even if it’s just forgetting to take the trash out.

Sukuna

Doesn't care.

Actually though, if he's done something and it's upset you, you won't have to tell him, he already knows. And I find it very likely that he would probably find it annoying if you were mad at him.

"What am I supposed to do??"

The only time he would care is if there were tears involved. If you were upset to the point that it bled into sadness? Well, now he's running through every option to make things right.

He can deal with people being upset with him, he’s always been unorthodox. He’s harsh and unforgiving, you always nag him about it.

He still cares though, in his own way, if he found you welling up, he would quickly try to calculate how to ease those feelings away.

You would need to have a discussion about it at some point, how he only seems to care when things get really bad. I do think he would make some kind of effort.

Nevertheless, he’s gonna wave you off if you’re being a brat.

Toji

Listen, some might think that he would be cruel or not care but I think he would probably be one of the more mature guys.

If he's in a proper relationship with someone, he has devoted himself to them, he respects them, and while arguments weren't uncommon, he didn't want you to resent him.

You guys were honest with one another. If you did something he didn't like, he told you on the spot, and he expected the same from you.

He was too old to play around, he wanted things to go smoothly and he couldn't sleep at night knowing you hadn't forgiven him.

Typically, if he sensed you getting upset, he would pull you aside and try to work it out. Not as polite as Nanami, keep in mind. But eager to make things right all the same.

Yuuji

Distraught.

He would probably apologize without even knowing what caused your anger. In the event that there was a proper argument happening I think he would be mature and concise.

He is sort of one-track-minded so it might catch him off guard if you express frustration.

There’s probably an occasion when you’re mad at him and he doesn’t even notice. He would be so confused when you blow up at him.

Regardless of that, he would be a very active listener.

Would probably want to hold your hand while working it out. Even of you were both angry about something, he would never let it last long. He is definitely the "don't go to bed angry" type.

Megumi

Sort of a weird mix of Toji and Gojo, you might think he isn't taking you seriously when he's just very tame. He's hearing you, taking in the information, and filing it away.

He would apologize and you might say something along the lines of "Is that it?" thinking he was just trying to be done with it, when in reality, he just isn't the argumentative type. He saves that for Itadori and Gojo.

He’s not so prideful, he doesn’t mind apologizing and it’s always genuine. The things is, since he’s so willing, you might guess it’s not genuine which could start a whole new thing…

He would make some pretty intense eye contact in these situations.

[starmaidengarden]

riddle : leona : azul : x gn!reader. no cw/tw. soft relationship headcanons. pt1!

riddle rosehearts ༉⋆｡˚

Dating Riddle Rosehearts feels like entering a loving rose garden—he is disciplined, considerate, and surprisingly affectionate once he learns to show his love.

Getting Together

completely clueless. at first, he confuses his attraction with mere admiration or frustration. he’d deny his crush for the longest time until trey or cater pointed it out. when ever they do he insists he’s " just concerned about your rule-breaking habits with the first years. "

when he finally realizes he likes you, he gets flustered over the smallest things. If you brush against his hand or compliment him, expect him to go red immediately.

his confession is formal and rehearsed—he probably paces back and forth before finally confessing.“Lately, my thoughts keep wandering back to you. Would you grant me the delightful opportunity to court you?”

In a Relationship

strict but caring: he expects you to follow the rules, but if you struggle, he’ll tutor you instead of scolding you (though he might lecture a little).

affection in private: riddle isn’t one for bold acts, but in private, he’s surprisingly soft—holding your hand, brushing your hair from your face, or even letting you rest your head on his shoulder while he reads.

tea dates: he’ll always invite you for afternoon tea. If you surprise him with a homemade tart, he might blush and mutter a flustered “thank you.”

loves studying together. he feels most comfortable expressing love through shared routines—helping you with homework, making tea for you, and ensuring you take care of yourself properly.

will correct your posture, eating habits, and etiquette—but only because he wants the best for you. If you call him out on being too strict, he’ll get embarrassed and promise to ease up.

absolutely adores it when you praise him. Tell him he’s amazing, and he’ll short-circuit before hiding his red face behind a teacup.

leona kingscholar ༉⋆｡˚

Dating Leona Kingscholar is a mix of lazy afternoons, protective gestures, and rare but deeply meaningful moments of vulnerability. He acts aloof and unbothered, but when he loves someone, it’s fierce, possessive, and completely devoted.

Getting Together

leona is slow to fall in love, but once he does, it’s obvious—at least to everyone except him. spending more time around you, teasing you—calling you “herbivore” in a smug tone of course, stealing your things to watch you get flustered and If you tease him back? he raises an eyebrow but secretly finds it really attractive. challenging you to little games just to see you pout when he wins. before he even realizes why.

subtle acts of favoritism—letting you sit next to him during lunch, giving you money whenever you need it, or scaring off people who bother you.

he doesn’t do confessions. Instead, he just starts acting like you’re his. If you call him out on it, he’ll smirk and say, “ Took you long enough. ” casual but undeniable. he just leans in close and murmurs, " You’re mine, got it? " like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

In a Relationship

super clingy—but lazy about it. He won’t actively chase after you, but the second you sit down, he’s got an arm around your waist, pulling you against him for a nap.

protective, but in a quiet way. He doesn’t hover or make a big deal out of it, He’ll glare at anyone who gets too close and say things like, " You got a problem? " but if anyone disrespects you, they’ll mysteriously stop showing up anywhere near you.

surprisingly thoughtful. acts like he doesn’t care, but he absolutely does. If he notices you are stressed or upset, he won’t ask directly, he’ll grumble about how annoying you are—while pulling you into his arms and forcing you to take a break.

prefers spending time in silence with you. He’s not one for constant talking, but if you’re quietly sitting together—maybe reading while he naps—he’s completely at peace.

azul ashengrotto ༉⋆｡˚

Dating Azul Ashengrotto is like being in a business contract that slowly turns into the most devoted and soft romance ever. He starts off as his usual smooth and calculating self, but once he genuinely falls for you, he becomes flustered, protective, and completely devoted to your happiness.

Getting Together

overthinks every interaction. he is convinced he needs to earn your affection—he’ll plan elaborate strategies to get close to you, only to flub them when you smile at him.

denial. painfully aware of his feelings, He tries to suppress his crush by treating you like a business deal—offering favors, calling you “Valued Customer,” until Jade or Floyd casually say something like, “Boss, you should just confess already.”

flirting? Oh, absolutely. He’s always throwing in charming lines like, “Ah, what a pleasure to see you again, angelfish. Are you here to make my heart race once more?” (He’s dying inside, but you don’t need to know that.)

his confession is a total mess. He plans out an elegant speech but ends up stammering, blushing. He’ll invite you to Monstro Lounge, offer you a custom-made drink, and very nervously say, “Would you be interested in signing a… I mean, um, going on a date with me?”

In a Relationship

a total gentleman. He insists on opening doors for you, pulling out your chair, and walking on the side of the road closest to traffic. It’s all very formal—at first.

surprisingly clingy. When he gets comfortable, he loves holding your hand under the table or linking pinkies when he’s feeling extra bold.

spoils you in secret. If you mention liking something, expect it to magically appear on your desk the next day. compliment a dessert at the lounge? It’s now your permanent menu item. Fancy meals, VIP treatment, and custom-made gifts.

acts smooth but is secretly flustered. He’ll brush your hand casually but will internally scream if you grab his in return. If you kiss him first? Immediate overheating.

[alteriivik]

IS IT INNOCENCE? | RAMBLES

a/n: kinda inspired by the incredible manga given to me by a lovely annon. you guys might’ve also noticed my little change in writing (found the “sub character who’s…” repetitive). + heyyy, im back again 😋

warnings: 1366 words, sexual content!! corruption, dubcon, aphrodisiac, incubus!! mating press, rimming, begging(?), mentions of wounds (claw marks and bites), dumbification, overstim, dacryphilia

Sub character who’s a priest, a holistic and faithful individual. To many, he was a beloved and devoted priest, someone whose words carried warmth and whose actions were benevolent. His heart belongs to only one—his God, the one he serves with unwavering devotion. Every prayer he whispers, every act of service he offers, is for the glory of his beloved deity. He gives his whole self—mind, body, and soul—expecting nothing in return but the chance to honor the one he reveres above all else. To him, there is no love purer, no bond stronger, than the one he shares with his God.

However, he’s been hearing this faint voice in his head lately. He doesn’t remember when it started but he regrettably remembers the lingering words of the voice. The voice was… smooth and low, as velvety as the rich taste of velvet cake. At day, it stays silent, offering him peace of mind. But at night? Its whispers seem to grow louder and louder. His ears tingle with every tone carried by the voice, every word making him furrow his eyebrows as if a snake is hissing beside his ear and inside his mind, at the same time. But he doesn’t doubt that this is a trial of his God, that this is a test of strength. To overcome such a challenge would require patience, and yes, he believes he has quite the patience.

During this “trial” for him, sometimes he finds himself looking at someone in the crowd while he does his sermons. He doesn’t understand why but he could only focus on you, you who seemed strangely interesting to him. And at night, in his dreams, the voice who didn’t have a face, seemingly held your face. He felt guilty, you were an innocent child of God. He believes you are nothing but blameless, someone the demon who is tempting him, is using against him. Yet there are moments, fleeting and fragile, where doubt creeps in. What if this strange pull toward you is not temptation but something else entirely? What if the face in his dreams is not a curse but a message? No… you are innocent, he tells himself again and again. Innocent. Innocent. Innocent…? Yet, with every meeting, with every glance in your direction, the lines blur a little more.

It gets even worse as more nights come to be, his dreams far from pure. It was unbefitting for a child of God, disgusting even. Nevertheless, he continued to dream about you, you, you. What makes you special? He puts his face in his hands, trying to forget the lingering memory of your large yet slim fingers—the way your long claws can kill him yet… you don’t. You lightly trail your claws from the bottom of his ear to his jawline before you grab his neck. The hot feeling of your long tongue licking his neck. He felt ashamed whenever you started to speak, that voice that was oh so smooth whispering degrading words he had never heard before.

With every night spent with only you and him, he starts to question his faith. Why is it that you continue to appear in his dreams? Are you… a messenger or a God? He couldn't help but lean to the latter idea. You were powerful, that he knew. It felt as if you knew him inside and out—all the things he’s hidden and all the things he’s given as if you were paying a particularly close eye on him. It felt as if you were… choosing him? No. What was he saying, he must be out of his mind! But he can’t help but think of you. You must find him important enough for you to continue having contact with him.

Sub character who one day had a private confession with you. After one of his sermons, you surprisingly found him in a garden near his church. You kindly asked him if you could confess your sins to him, eyes gleaming with innocence and naivety. He pursed his lips in what seemed like hesitation, he couldn't brush off that expectant face of yours. He believes just as he serves his God, he must be of service to you as well. That’s where you two found yourselves in a private room, having specifically asked for it. He kneeled beside you before the statue of his God yet he couldn't help but steal glances at you. You had the same features, down to the moles. He couldn't help but compare you to the one in his dreams. You were pure while the other was… impure. You were innocent, he shouldn't doubt it—he shouldn't doubt his judgment.

Sub character who finds your lips on his, his wrists being pinned down by your clawed hands. He whimpered beneath you, trembling and bucking up into your tail. That long, sleek tail of yours was wrapped tightly around his leaking member. He didn't known what happened to lead to this. Something smelled sweet, intoxicating even—like it was making his body start begging for something… something that only happening in his dreams. His half-lidded eyes stared into your own eyes, your eyes gleaming with mischief. He noticed your features changed. You were bigger now and there were horns on your head… horns?! No… He‘s just not thinking straight… you’re innocent! He tries to convince yourself but as you push your long tongue inside his mouth and squeeze your tail around his member, he couldn’t help but think oppositely.

He finds his legs being propped onto your shoulders and have lets out a weak, confused noise before he let out a squeak as you raise him up by his thighs. That’s when he felt your tongue circling his hole. Are you about to— He lets out a loud squeak, feeling your firm, hot tongue push into his walls. You were overstimulating him, his hands tightly gripping the carpet underneath as his member twitches. The tip of his member was dripping a pathetic amount of cum, desperate for another release. Your tongue was long, moving against all the pleasurable spots he didn't know were actually inside him and not only just imaginative. Your tail was still around him, lazily pumping him until he has another quick orgasm.

Sub character whose being pinned down onto the floor, folded in half. Your large dick was throbbing against his own, yours putting his to shame, shamefully excited, I mean. He stared down at it with bated breaths, hearts in his eyes. One of your large hands moved from his thighs to around his neck, your thumb pushing his chin up to look into those sadistic eyes of yours. When your eyes met his, something suddenly (and surprisingly) clicked inside his mushy mind and he started to beg for you. Frantic words filled with desperation and tears. He needed you. He needs to become one with you. He needed you, carnally.

He who finds himself being pounded in a quick, rough way. He could barely think of anything, the only thing he could feel was your large dick pushing into his widened, slick hole. You were reaching deep into him, the various bumps of your member pushing against all the right places in his gummy walls. He couldn't even let out sounds or tears. He was just taking you all the way in and out, like a pathetic fuck toy of yours. Only when that hand of yours squeezes his throat is when he lets out a whiney moan. His hands were holding onto your arm, digging his nails into your skin, clawing at them even. He rolls his eyes behind his skull as he comes again and before he passes out, the statue of his “God” stared back down at him, mockingly.

He finds himself in his room, staring up at the ceiling blankly. He tries to sit up, only to be met with pain, both at his back and in his ass. He flinches, noticing the mirror near his bed, something he didn’t have before. His entire appearance messy, claw marks and bite marks. It was impure… yet it was strangely excited. His breaths becoming heavier as he rubs his thighs together.

Maybe you were actually his God.

@alteriivik | do not steal

[mintyys-blog]

Hello!! I wanted to request a mark variants x pregnant!reader? Like how they would take care of her while she's pregnant; the cravings, the pain, and childbirth?

Thank you!! 🤩

HEADCANON | variants with pregnant s/o

INVINCIBLE MASTERLIST | WARNINGS: pregnancy

MAIN MARK

Attentive and anxious. He reads every parenting book he can find—even the cheesy ones.

Brings you random snacks at all hours. “Are you craving strawberries dipped in ketchup again? No judgment, I got it.”

He talks to your bump every night: “Hey little guy. It’s your dad. Your mom’s kind of a superhero.”

He panics over every tiny thing—“You okay? Was that a kick or did the baby punch you?”—but it’s sweet.

During labor, he holds your hand and tries not to cry. “You’re doing amazing, I’m right here.”

Afterward, he can’t stop staring at the baby like they’re the greatest thing in the universe.

SINISTER MARK

Possessive and fiercely protective. The moment he senses you’re pregnant, he’s ten times more territorial.

Won’t let you lift anything. Glares at anyone who so much as bumps into you on the street. “You’re carrying my legacy. I won’t let this world touch you.”

Surprisingly gentle during cravings—he hand-feeds you food if he has to, but makes sarcastic comments while doing it.

During labor, he’s composed and almost eerily calm. But if anyone delays or causes you pain, he snaps.

When the baby’s born, he looks down and mutters, “They’ll never need for anything. I’ll burn the stars before I let them suffer.”

MOHAWK MARK

Cocky and flirty, but gets way too soft once you’re showing.

“Damn, baby. You’re glowing. Literally—like, is that a pregnancy glow or are you powering up?”

Carries you around for no reason. “What if your ankles get swollen?” He just wants to be near you.

Makes jokes about the baby being a little badass. “Bet they’re already throwing punches in there.”

Tries to act cool during labor but starts pacing and biting his nails the moment you start screaming.

Cries a little when the baby comes out. Denies it immediately. “Nah, that wasn’t a tear. Just… sweat. From the joy.”

PRISONER MARK

Quiet but devoted. He doesn’t say much, but his actions speak volumes.

Builds a safe, comfortable room for you—soundproof, temperature-controlled, everything you could need.

Watches over you like a silent shadow. Always nearby. Always alert.

Rubs your back when the pain flares up. Kisses your forehead when you feel sick.

You catch him talking to the bump at night when he thinks you’re asleep. “I never had a home. But you will.”

During childbirth, he holds you so gently, it’s like he’s afraid you’ll break. Whispers to calm you. He never leaves your side.

SHIESTY MARK

Loud, protective, and weirdly sweet in his own gangster way.

“You hungry? Lemme get my queen a buffet real quick. Anything you want, I’m flyin’ to get it.”

Buys ridiculous things for the baby: diamond-studded bibs, matching grills. He’s so excited.

Talks to your belly like it’s already got street smarts. “Ayo lil’ one, you gon’ be raised in style, no cap.”

During labor, he turns serious. “Breathe, mama. I’m right here. Anybody mess this up, they dead.”

When the baby’s born, he wraps them in designer blankets and cries over them in private. “I ain’t never had nothin’ this perfect before.”

VILTRUMITE MARK

Calculating, loyal, and stubborn. He’s intense, but that makes him extra reliable.

Monitors your health nonstop. “You’re stronger than most humans, but I’m not taking chances.”

Carries you everywhere—flying to other countries if you have a craving he can’t replicate.

Trains in secret to control himself better, knowing he’ll be a father soon.

During childbirth, he stays calm, but his eyes never leave you. His hand grips yours like you’re the center of his universe.

When the baby’s born, he holds them like they’re fragile glass. “They’ll inherit everything I have. But only the good parts.”

FULL MASK MARK

Brutal to others, gentle to you. Becomes absolutely feral about your safety.

Kills threats in advance—“No risk, no harm.” It’s his way of showing love.

When you’re in pain, he cradles you close, his armored hands trembling. “You’re the only thing I can’t afford to lose.”

Brings you food without you asking, adjusts the environment to your temperature, and fights through his own rage if you cry.

During labor, he refuses to leave your side. If doctors hesitate, he growls, “Do it. Now.” Holds the baby with trembling hands. “You’re part of her. I’ll protect you the same way.”

MASKLESS MARK

Cold on the outside, deeply obsessed with you beneath the surface.

Doesn’t speak much—but you always find food, water, pillows placed near you, perfectly timed.

He strokes your belly silently at night, resting his head against it, listening for movement.

He watches your cravings like a puzzle. Memorizes them, gets annoyed when he can’t predict them.

During labor, he doesn’t panic—but the moment he hears you scream, something snaps. He holds you after, blood on his hands, baby in his arms. Doesn’t speak. But the way he looks at both of you? It’s devotion.

OMNI MARK

Cold, precise, and detached on the outside—but something about you carrying his child softens the frost beneath the surface.

“You’re carrying a Viltrumite heir. I will ensure nothing harms you. Not even yourself.”

Monitors your vitals constantly. Builds machines to regulate your stress levels and nutrition intake. “Cravings are irrelevant—but if they keep you calm, I’ll get them.”

He doesn’t coddle. Instead, he prepares you. “Labor will be excruciating. You’ll survive it. You’re strong enough. Or you wouldn’t be worthy of bearing my child.”

When the pain hits hard, he stays composed but never leaves you. His gloved hand holds yours tightly. He’s not comfort—he’s anchor.

After the birth, he’s silent for a long time, staring down at the child. “They will outlive gods. I will teach them to never bow to anything. Not even love.”

But when he watches you sleep, baby in arms… he kneels beside you. No words. Just quiet reverence.

NO GOGGLES MARK

Sadistic and cocky, full of ego—but the moment you’re pregnant, he’s obsessed in a way he can’t explain.

“My kid, huh? Must be the luckiest damn fetus on the planet.”

He brags about it constantly. “You’re carrying perfection, babe. Hope you’re ready to give birth to a god.”

Still a killer—but he gets weirdly soft when you wince from pain. Scoops you up with no warning and flies you to lie down, even if you didn’t ask.

“You’re not allowed to hurt. Not unless I’m causing it. And I don’t do that when you’re carrying my kid.”

Brings you any food, anywhere. One time you craved something from a war-torn planet—he conquered the zone just to grab you some local sweets.

During childbirth, he’s shaken for the first time. Tries to act cool. “You got this, babe. It’s just a baby. You’ve handled me, remember?”

The second he sees the child, his grin disappears. For once, he’s silent. He picks them up with bloodied hands and whispers, “Mine.”

You’re exhausted, dazed, but you swear you hear him add: “I’m not gonna lose this one…”

EMPEROR/ TARGET MARK

Regal, possessive, and terrifyingly composed—he rules empires, but you are the center of his universe the moment you’re carrying his child.

“You carry the next ruler of galaxies. You will be treated accordingly.” He clears out planets to build you the perfect palace, enlists elite medics, and annihilates any stressor in your path.

Cravings? He doesn’t question them. “You desire the fruit of Xaltar-IV? It shall be harvested by dusk.” He’ll bend time if he has to.

He’s affectionate, but in a very commanding way. He orders you to rest. “You will not endanger yourself by being stubborn.”

When you cry from pain or discomfort, his entire army tenses—but he’s the only one who approaches. He kneels, placing a gloved hand on your belly. “Endure. Our child will be worthy of your strength.”

During childbirth, he terrifies the medical staff into precision. One wrong move and they’re executed. His eyes never leave you.

When the baby cries for the first time, he doesn’t blink. He walks over, takes the child into his arms with a frightening tenderness, and says: “My blood. My heir. The future bends for you.”

Then he turns to you, kisses your temple, and quietly murmurs, “You’ve given me something even the stars couldn’t: purpose.”

[pukefactory]

froggy dating hcs?

๋࣭ ⭑⚝ PATH TO WEIRD LOVE ๋࣭ ⭑⚝

𖠊 Summary: A Compilation Of Dating Headcanons Featuring Froggy X Reader

𖠊 Character(s): Froggy (Ena: Dream BBQ)

𖠊 Genre: Headcanons, SFW

𖠊 Warning(s): None - Completely Safe!

𖠊 Image Credits: @JoelG

˗ˏˋ The first time Froggy confessed to you, it was absolutely not romantic. He stormed into the breakroom with a paper cup of suspicious vending machine coffee and yelled, “OKAY, LISTEN! I LIKE YOU. YOU’RE STRANGELY TOLERABLE FOR A BUFFOON. WANNA DATE?!” Then he dropped the cup, burned his foot, and limped away shouting something about horoscopes and intestinal fate. You didn’t even get a chance to answer—he showed up the next day acting like it was already established, calling you his “little work assistant” and pretending he hadn’t cried into a riceball over it.

˗ˏˋ He constantly leaves you absolutely bewildering voice memos. One day it’s “Hey, sweetheart! I dreamed you were a giant shrimp last night. I was a lemon wedge. Romantic, right?” Another day it’s just thirty seconds of him wheezing from running, followed by, “I ran into a wall. I think I cracked my spine. Anyway, lunch?”

˗ˏˋ Froggy has exactly one love language and it is boisterous yelling and panicked devotion. You trip on a stair? He is already screaming at the floor architect. You’re late to lunch? “WHAT IF YOU FELL INTO A DIMENSIONAL PIT?!” You sneeze? He’s throwing three packets of soup at you and demanding you sit still while he incorrectly reads your horoscope and tries to decode which cold remedy works best for “lovesick, elegant types.”

˗ˏˋ He’s not great at physical affection, but he tries. He’ll hold your hand while narrating loudly to passersby: “DON’T LOOK TOO LONG, CITIZENS! THIS IS ROMANCE—A PRIVATE AFFAIR FOR PROFESSIONALS ONLY!” Hugs are brief, full-body crashes that leave you both dazed and covered in lint from his frog suit. Kisses? Rare. But when he does go for it, he misses by like two inches and then yells, “AHH! FORGET YOU SAW THAT. I WAS AIMING FOR YOUR SOUL!”

˗ˏˋ You are his emergency contact. He made it official on a sticky note. It says: My little work assistant: My Most Trusted Beloved Idiot. Relationship: Life Partner (Probably). Special Instructions: If I am dying, give them my frog suit. Tell them I love them. Do NOT let Ena plan the funeral. She’ll make it weird.

˗ˏˋ Every time you talk about breaking up (even jokingly), he becomes unhinged. “OH? OH?? So you’re saying you’d leave behind this? This dazzling specimen of emotional fragility? You’d abandon a man with getas so shiny?!” You have to hug him for a solid five minutes while he fake-sobs and dramatically vows to win you back with “romantic competency training” from suspicious magazines.

˗ˏˋ He gets jealous… but not like a normal person. One time you complimented the Receptionist’s voice, and Froggy showed up an hour later with a kazoo. “Do you like this better?! Am I not velvety enough for you?! I CAN HUM ALL DAY!” He hums so hard he gets dizzy. You have to hold him upright and tell him he’s “the loudest kazoo of your heart” just to calm him down.

˗ˏˋ He absolutely cannot cook. At all. But he insists on making you lunch. You open the box and find: a raw potato, three unwrapped cough drops, a napkin that says “I LOVE YOU (PROFESSIONALLY)” in crayon, and what might be a fried mushroom. “I made it with care. Don’t eat it though. I think it’s poisonous.”

˗ˏˋ When you’re sad, he goes silent. Which, for Froggy, is devastating. You know something’s wrong when he just sits beside you, looking down, fidgeting with his frog hat. Then he blurts out some nonsense like, “If sadness were a boss, I’d punch it for you. Or maybe file a complaint. I love you, okay? You’re allowed to take breaks. Even from happiness.” It never makes perfect sense, but it always makes you feel better.

˗ˏˋ He tries to plan romantic dates like he’s preparing for a boss battle. You’ll arrive to find a hand-drawn map with labeled points like “MAKE THEM LAUGH ZONE” and “FLOWER-FLINGING AREA,” followed by “CONFESSION PIT (DO NOT FALL IN).” The map is terrible. The flower-flinging zone is just a trash can full of petals. But the moment he grabs your hand and nervously says, “Ehh…let’s walk this whole stupid map together,”—You realize you wouldn’t trade this ridiculous, loudmouthed frog-man for anything.

[soursherbat]

LAMB X BISHOP MASTERPOST YEAAAA!!!

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this genuinely took me so long but i needed to explore my ship dynamics with ramzi and his bishops! more details under the cut if you want to know more- warning this post is LONG!!!:

[edit: i was obviously rlly sleep deprived while writing this so im editing it for better readability, including using more consistent pronouns for everyone bc reading it back this post. was very hard to parse 💀]

in order, just adding notes and addendums :3c im super sleep deprived so im trying my best but i need to yap about them

ramzi's pronouns are it/he/they!

narinder;

initially a very slow burn relationship, this sheet shows them at their peak. it takes a very long time for the lamb to forgive narinder, and vice versa, but once they're over their differences they're committed.

notes;

he/they for narinder :3c he's bisexual with a preference for masc presenting people! (using he/him for this post)

prefers to be the big spoon but will allow ramzi to take that spot if it really insists on it

reaallly loves to wear the lamb's fleeces and cloaks (the only clothing of theirs that will fit him) but is too proud to directly ask for them

narinder really does not like most people- the only ones he usually socializes with are ramzi and his siblings, possibly a follower he can tolerate for a few minutes. if ramzi is talking to others while narinder is shadowing him he tends to just flick his tail and sulk quietly until his lamb gives him attention again

narinder isn't great with words, he prefers to show ramzi his love with physical affection (in private) and acts of service, while ramzi is more than willing to shower narinder with loving words and acts of devotion

ramzi refuses to confess its feelings to narinder first, full stop. narinder waits and waits, but eventually gives in and tells ramzi how he feels first- ramzi is still feeling bitter and betrayed by narinder, not appreciating them snatching it from its peaceful death to be a tool in his games. they're both incredibly conflicted, it takes a long while for them to work their differences out. its not something that can be solved with a single conversation, but eventually they come to terms with everything that's happened and make amends

ramzi wouldn't actually squash the bug- it'd prefer to just grab it and take it out of whatever space its invaded, narinder will just smack it and be done with it

im just applying the driving one if i ever make a modern au lmfao

narinder cannot cook to save his damn life after being locked up for so long- ramzi had to learn quickly being raised by ratau, i'll be real i dont think that rat knows how to cook

that prickly cat would prefer not to show his love for the lamb in public, but he might sneak a kiss while no one is looking... ramzi however doesn't care, though it does like to fluster narinder a little by flirting while others are around

these two would kill for each other, narinder is practically begging the lamb to let him do so actually- nari is described as the lamb's shadow (affectionately) by most because of how often he's seen just following it around the cult. god help you if you confess your love to the lamb while he's around- though ramzi does get pretty jealous if it sees anyone making eyes at his special kitty...

nari is 4,000 years old virgin to me lmao. ramzi has had a few relationships before narinder, it actually marries shamura before nari- they're not beating the toxic yaoi allegations any time soon they were still battling their resentment around that time

i'll touch on the spicier dynamics in a dedicated post sometime >:3c that'll apply to the rest too-

i wouldn't describe narinder as being awkward, but moreso stoic and lost really. he's also just incredibly pissed off with ramzi, feeling robbed of his rightful status as a god and feeling jealous of everything its built for itself in such a small amount of time- later on he's more flustered than nervous or awkward because that damned lamb wont stop flirting with him

gods help you if narinder even sees you making eyes at the lamb. he's incredibly possessive over his former vessel, its perceived rejection of him made something in him snap and they want to possess it, even if he knows that's not exactly plausible... he's normal, i swear (<-lying) ramzi returns some of that energy, it really does not like followers flirting with its favorite cat- i'll be the first to admit that they've got some toxic codependency going on

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leshy;

leshy uses any pronouns! he really just don't care that much, same with his sexuality (using he/him for simplicity for this post)

these two fight over who gets to be the big spoon, since they're nearly even in height (leshy tries to argue his branches make him taller) it makes it easier for them to trade big/little spoon positions- but theyre so competitive they end up wrestling over it

leshy can't even see the clothes he's wearing, but he likes the idea of ramzi matching with him, even if he won't directly admit that

ramzi is rarely called by name when leshy is around, it's always 'lambzi', 'lamby', 'cottonball', or any other seemingly sarcastic pet name he can come up with for it- meanwhile ramzi often calls him 'wiggler' or 'wormy'

compared to leshy, ramzi is a little less outgoing. leshy loves to be the center of attention, he loves to pull pranks and cause mischief whenever he can.

ramzi's quick to let leshy know he is loved through any means, though surprisingly leshy is a bit more inconspicuous about showing his affections for his lamb through old traditions it clearly has no clue about but leshy gets a bit of joy watching its confusion (shamura tells it later-)

these two have a pretty easygoing relationship, at first leshy is upset about his lost godhood but he quickly begins to like staying with the lamb when he learns how accommodating and, frankly, extremely chaotic it is- they get along very well and have a teasing, poking and earnestly soft relationship rather early on. leshy admits his feelings first, mainly getting fed up that ramzi hasnt confessed that it obviously likes him by that point

neither of them mind bugs, leshy actually likes them quite a bit. they'd prefer to catch and release rather than smash them

the poor worm is blind of course he cant cook!! he might be able to if he really focused on building muscle memory and focusing his senses but he's honestly just too lazy to bother, heket's cooking is better anyway

leshy doesn't care if anyone is looking, he loves his lamb! he gets a little embarrassed when they know its siblings are around, but she does get a kick out of knowing he's making narinder jealous

ramzi would lay down his life for his precious chaotic grub, it knows leshy is more than capable but it can't help but worry sometimes- leshy knows ramzi can handle itself so he's pretty relaxed about everything, unless ramzi comes home particularly hurt

i like to think leshy was a bachelor in his time... why not?? he's the bishop of chaos, im sure he's started a love triangle intentionally to watch them fight over him- ramzi however is a little less experienced in romance

leshy has not an ounce of awkwardness in his body, ramzi's a little awkward when he says something particularly unhinged but otherwise they match each other's freak a little too well

leshy would never admit to ramzi that the smell of anyone else stuck to his wool makes leshy a little jealous... another reason he likes to lend his clothes to ramzi, really-

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heket;

she/they/he for heket, she's bisexual with a preference toward women (using she/her for simplicity on this post)

heket is the big spoon, no questions asked. she loves to cradle that lamb in her arms and it is NOT one to complain about that

heket doesnt lend out her clothes very often, but she likes to see how baggy they are on ramzi- she quite likes seeing it wake up wearing her shirts...

ramzi is incredibly formal with heket, usually referring to her by name or some honorific to show its respect (something she appreciates greatly)- meanwhile heket is always referring to the lamb by anything but its name, really

heket's level of social battery depends on the day, some days she would prefer not to speak to anyone, others she's more outgoing

heket shows her affection by making sure ramzi isn't overworking itself, making sure it's eating and sleeping- she knows it can care for itself, but she just wants to protect her lamb.

there's absolutely no way heket would swallow her pride and confess her brewing feelings for ramzi, she waits very patiently for it to finally get its nerve up and admit that it wants to pursue a relationship with her- after (mostly) healing her throat, she doesn't feel so lonely in the cult once her voice returns and she begins to feel conflicted about ramzi... she wants to hate him, but it's doing everything they can to help her siblings and she can't help but respect and admire it for that, she would admit that she would never consider it if she was still a god-

heket thinks bugs are cute, she'll either catch and release them or keep them in a little container for a bit (she's never beating the weird little sister allegations to me)

ramzi's cooking definitely is not as good as heket's, if it cooks a meal the whole cult is asking when it's heket's turn next LMAO-

PDA ruins heket's cool and stoic exterior in her eyes, though she can't just say that to the lamb- she'll gladly give it a hug or a kiss when nobody's looking, though

honestly, ramzi is just protective over all of the bishops. it feels terribly for killing them repeatedly and making them suffer in purgatory, and it never wants to see them suffer again- heket knows the lamb is strong, she's seen it with her own eyes. that doesn't stop her from worrying for it a little when it leaves on a crusade, however...

heket has some relationship experience, though its been a WHILE- forneus and ramzi are her most recent romantic endeavors and she's incredibly awkward about both of them

heket is insanely awkward, she tries to maintain a cool exterior but it's so hard when that damned lamb is so cute and that sweet cat mom is so kind and shaped- whats a woman to do in her situation??

she can get a little bit jealous if her buttons are pushed on the wrong day, but other than that ramzi and heket have a pretty open relationship

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kallamar;

any pronouns for kallamar! though he/she are most preferred, she's very lax about his gender and loves to experiment (using he/she interchangeably, lamb is referred to by it/its for simplicity)

despite being nearly a full foot and a half taller than ramzi, kallamar loves to be its little spoon! he feels so safe in his lamb's embrace, she would never leave if it was possible

none of her clothes would fit the lamb, but he does have clothing made for it often! he'll be damned if he lets ramzi walk around looking anything less than presentable, even if its naked it must be TASTEFULLY naked- (though his definition of what that means is a bit nebulous. ramzi's convinced he just wants to ogle)

they love to make up pet names for each other, 'mari' and 'kallie' are ramzi's favorites to use for its precious husband. kallamar is particularly fond of calling ramzi his puppy, often flustering it-

kallamar is a YAPPER and she will not shut up about how much he loves her lamb! ramzi doesn't mind it, but she's often talking so much that it can't properly find the words to express it back- so it gives gifts often, knowing how much its wife loves to adorn himself in jewelry and silks!

ramzi is actually a little bit intimidated by kallamar's experience in love and how pretty he is, kallamar ends up making a very dramatic love confession in front of everyone, totally flustering ramzi (though it has to admit it really loves the dedication!)

he is TERRIFIED of bugs kallamar will shriek so loudly if she finds even a small beetle anywhere near her living space- ramzi often finds itself catching the little bugs while kallie screams bloody murder in the corner

kallamar absolutely can cook but he doesn't want the responsibility of cooking entire meals for the whole cult so she intentionally cooks like shit to avoid it- ramzi catches onto that pretty quickly though

these two need to get a ROOM the confessional is NOT to be used in that way!!!

kallamar's overprotective attitude mainly comes from a place of not wanting the lamb's image to be ruined, he'll tend to its makeup and wardrobe, even helping to enforce loyalty amongst its flock to keep its image pristine- and kallamar is just an easy bullying target, ramzi is Very quick to put an end to that!

kallamar is absolutely more experienced than ramzi, though he's no less dedicated to it. it makes their relationship very calm, there's very little tension between them!

ramzi is very awkward around kallamar at first, he's pretty indignant and a bit cruel to it during the first few weeks- once ramzi begins offering him gifts and praise she warms up rather quickly, however. ramzi's disarmingly cute appearance and dirty mouth tends to make kallamar a nervous mess sometimes, though...

there's not a single ounce of jealousy between these two 🧍‍♂️ they both understand that they're dedicated to one another, and can dedicate themselves to others without compromising their bond

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shamura;

they/it for mura! i feel that they enjoy experimenting with their clothing in relation to their gender, but they prefer neutral pronouns (using they/them for mura and he/him for ramzi for readability)

these two take turns on who gets to be the big spoon, though usually shamura claims that spot

shamura loves to weave clothes for ramzi! they enjoy seeing his face light up when they incorporate designs ramzi has shown them that sheep often wore, wanting to keep that memory alive for him

they're pretty formal at first, but the two of them can't help but call each other by loving nicknames once they've become comfortable with each other- ramzi often calls shamura 'softie' or 'dearest'

shamura prefers to keep to themself, though they've grown rather attached to webber. they've basically adopted the little creature, that's their son...

once clarity has returned to shamura through ramzi's healing, they have a better grasp on their words- but they still struggle to word their feelings a lot of the time. they try their best, but they find it easier to give gifts or show their affections with physical intimacy when words fail them

shamura is incredibly paranoid and wary of ramzi's presence when they're first indoctrinated, until they finally break bread and reach an understanding, shamura doesn't even consider the lamb could feel anything but hatred and resentment toward them. they assume that he wants revenge, but learns that he just wants to help them- it takes a bit longer for the fear to truly leave shamura, but when they never feel that dagger in their back, they begin to soften he clearly isnt lying to them, he's helped all of their siblings become as happy as he can- and he asks nothing in return of them? it feels too good to be true, but they can't help but trust him eventually ramzi confesses first, and is initially (softly) rejected... but theyre not entirely opposed! mainly conflicted, for a while-

they both love bugs, obviously- though sometimes ramzi gets bitten while trying to show shamura the little spiders he's captured

shamura likes to cook but they prefer liquid only foods- it's not horrible, but sometimes they want more variety

shamura is a bit shy about their relationship with the lamb, they're the least experienced with this sort of thing out of all of the bishops- war and reason have no room for love and compassion, after all. they're learning, with ramzi's help

if someone even LOOKS at ramzi the wrong way, shamura is the first to come to the lamb's defense. both a form of devotion, claiming ramzi as their charge they'd guard with their life, and a form of facing their grief- they'd ended ramzi's life once, they don't want to see it hurt anymore

these two match each other's freak so well its scary- you dont wanna see what happens in the mating tent when these two are in there!!

after shamura's initial wariness and shortness with ramzi fades, they become incredibly shy and awkward- they don't know how to navigate all these new feelings, and they don't really know who to turn to for advice

shamura is very possessive of their lamb- they were the first to be wed by him, after all- not to mention i personally think them being a spider influences this quite a bit,

WOAW THATS IT!!! holy shit thats a lot of text.... anyway if u have any questions abt any of them or want more clarification feel free to send me asks i love to yap abt them all <3

oh boy im not looking forward to putting all the tags on this

[unadulteratedsoulsweets]

A DC X DP IDEA #37

Progenitor

Imagine dis…

I saw a TikTok about this and some A03 fics inspired me as well.

It is about the eldest daughter being parentified by her parents towards her younger siblings.

Many fics portray Danny as much closer to Jazz as she is the one who raised him since their parents are so focused on their ghostly research, and even during crucial days like holidays are filled with arguments.

There are very few where I saw Jazz feeling motherly love towards Danny, doing things only a mother would dare to do for the sake of her child.

…

Danny was originally born as Danyal Al Ghul, the lesser twin of him and his older brother, Damian Al Ghul. Danyal has the softness that no Al Ghul should have, the innocence that seems to bloom within his heart that seemed impossible to grow under the harsh desert sand and discipline within their grandfather’s rule. He tried to open up to his twin, after all, they came together, so there must be something to be linked between the two brothers.

Yet it was naive thinking of him, it had met him a deep scar on his right cheek for such an act.

He also tried to reach out to his mother, surely the woman with whom he shared a connection both blood and flesh, and the woman who had carried him and his brother within her womb instead of the artificial womb that grandfather insisted for their development for future advantage.

He received nothing but a slap and an hour under intense torture that no toddler should ever experience.

He also tried to reach out to their guard, the guard with hazed eyes. Damian had immediately lost interest in their supposed guard but he stayed. He observed the guard found little things that he quite enjoyed with the guard, the nameless guard would hold the book as if reading but now actual movement reading, so he would occasionally sit on his lap and let him read a book and read it out loud, sometimes he would see him nod along or a slight twitch of his fingers or face.

He got attached to his guard, and despite being catatonic he still had the moves of a deadly fighter so Danyal began copying him, learning from him, every time he got as much as a scrape his guard would kneel and stare at the wound as if he could stare the injury away. It made Danyal smile as he knew that his guard was trying to make it better but knew nothing of how.

Under those glazed eyes Danyal heard him speak for the first and last time. It was another day for Danyal and his guard yet when he entered his chamber he was gone, leaving Danyal to care for his heart that had been broken for another time.

Slowly but surely he made a wall around his heart, he loved so much, he loved so much yet no one stayed for him. No one gave their love and devotion back to him. So he put up walls, so that his fragile heart that had been torn into pieces by those he gave his heart to, would never further break.

It was a normal day really, a small time group of assassins that had been absorbed by the League a long time ago held loyalty to their former leader who had been executed by Ra. In an act of revenge, the remaining assassins poisoned the two heirs of the Demon head and immediately killed themselves.

As Danyal lays down on the cold floor of their private chambers with Damian already unconscious he begins to wish, from the books he manages to read with his guard he learns of a legend, wish upon a star tell no one and your wish will come true, he began to wish for his next life for someone to love him with all his heart.

…

He was reborn, the moment he blinked his eyes he noticed that had regressed into a mere baby. He was born into a family of scientists, if he can call them that, ever spent most of their time tinkering away and discussing their l; latest project. It did not bother Danyal Daniel much as he had experienced firsthand how to be compared and be ignored in favor of your much in favor of brother.

But this time it was different, instead of being left behind by the older sibling she stayed. Jasmine or Jazz as she preferred, stayed and looked after him, which confused him for a bit, being the more favored sibling both by their parents and the desolate town around them, she could left him to fend for himself, but still, she stayed.

She read so many books that reached passed her height, about parenting and how to take care of a baby. It was all new to him that he didn’t know what to do with all of the attention and love that seem to radiant from his sister to him.

He saw some of his age group civilians see how they look at their guardians and parents and how said guardians/ parents would act towards them and made a realization that he finally found the one, the one where he could lower his walls and give his entire heart to, mother? Or father? Titles that whispered inside his head. Whenever he needed help she was there, whenever he was in distress she was there to comfort her. Each time she was there, both mother and father she had filled both roles despite having the opportunity to go away and be great using her intellect and own means she stayed just for him.

He physically fumbled and tripped at what to do with the amount of love that he could ever wish to have, not only that 2 more joined in loving and caring for him. Samantha Ingrid "Sam" Manson and Tucker Foley are friends who are with him through thick and thin, even at the moment of his death they were there.

To get back to them forever loving him, he defended the town where his precious people lived.

Ellie was a surprise he sometimes wished to have a younger sibling to care for, it may started rough but both are going somewhere. Then there is his older self from the future, he saw himself if he managed to lose the most important people in his life. Dan knew both in and out the things he kept secret and every thought he made, both made a slow and shaking bond but when something clicked within them, it was there to acknowledge.

It had been perfect, Daniel Danny’s life had been, a family that loved him it was all he ever wished for. If only Maddie and Jack never did discover who he was, being cut open and witnessing how your very insides move and twitch made even the hardened soldiers faint. Jazz’s scream echoed the deep lab that coated his blood at every nook and cranny.

The moment he woke up he felt nothing but dread, he was back….

Deep within the walls of the League, a lone boy let out a silent scream to the skies.

…

Danyal woke up three days after Damian woke up, He could not get into his head, he still retained the memories of when he was Danny, some scars that only Danny ever had yet it all felt like a dream, a haze and illusion that his mind had made. From that day on he began moving through the motion, without putting any life or force in each swing, being the good little soldier that all wanted. Slowly the light in his eyes was lost and if you were to observe him from afar you’d see an asset, not a boy walking through the motions of the day.

Ra was pleased, the tool that he had seen but a dull knife was slowly sharpening itself, while both Damian and Talia remained indifferent.

…

The twins were 10 when they were sent off to their father in Gotham.

Richard “Dick” Grayson immediately took a liking to Damian as he not only saw Jason in him but also a child that needed guidance, which was cemented when they all thought that Bruce had died, it was right then that moment when Dick ensured to be the guidance that Damian needed, all while leaving Danyal.

Jason tried to be closer to the demon brat but whenever he tried to initiate some of his old habits back when he was in the League and back when his mind was still hazy he was met with a sword in his face he thought that he was shy and kept on trying to connect with said baby brother, all while leaving Danyal.

Tim is reserved and becomes guarded when Dmain threatens him and cuts off his line, he also sets up expectations towards the silent twin who seems to be a wallflower most of the time but that doesn’t deter him, so when Tim and Damian begins working on a relationship, they just didn’t see the other twin that had been left behind again.

Bruce has many regrets in his life and when his biological kids appeared he swore to be there for them, it was when he was lost in the time stream that he promised himself to be more involved in all of his kid's lives, from Dick’s job as a cop in Bludhaven to Damian’s artwork at school. He made sure that he had the time for all of them, never repeating his mistakes, yet he also left Danyal behind.

…

Constantine is sweating, as much as he rather summon another bloody demon to deal with the problem at hand, he knows that even the strongest demons he could call forth could not defeat a denizen of the Realms. He already explained to the rest of the JL that only a denizen that is either equal or greater power can defeat whomever it is making the citizens of Metropolis depressed and being murdered left and right. As he drew the summoning circle to summon the strongest that could catch this call, he just hoped it was something he or the JL could pay.

As he activated the circle, large blue flames began to surround the entire JL base that are both cold and hot. He closed his eyes shit at the sheer intensity of this being’s raw power to the point every JL member from both Dark and Maine is pushed 5 feet back at the intense power when he opened his eyes to look at what kind of being he just summoned he immediately paled to the color of paper.

There she is, in all her glory, blue flames that flow down to her back, standing 8 feet tall carrying a javelin, she wears a stunning navy blue gown that combines elegance with a militaristic edge. The sculpted shoulders, embellished with gold-embroidered epaulets, gave her a commanding presence, while the fitted bodice embraced her figure with effortless grace. A satin belt with a gold buckle tightened her waist, and the A-line skirt fell just past the knee. Subtle gold accents traced the seams, giving the clothing a regal appearance. The garment, worn with tailored slacks underneath, gave her freedom of movement evoking the authority of an empress.

He just summoned the bloody Mother of the Infinite Realms, the mother of the prince of the Infinite Realms that defeated the tyrant Pariah Dark. He immediately prostates himself alongside the rest of the JL Dark realizing whom John Constantine just summoned.

…

The rest of the JL that remained standing looked in awe and caution at the being that Constantine managed to summon, as well as the rest of the JL Dark’s behavior towards the being. All sweaty and bowing in reverence. In the most polite tone they ever heard from the con artist he asked for their assistance in containing a rouge denizen and their payment for such an endeavor.

The being looked at each of them slowly, feeling their very instincts to bow at least at the being when they felt their eyes on them and ultimately paused on Batman. She pointed her weapon at the Bat cladded hero and asked him for him as payment, not anything that Constantine was thinking but hearing his skill as a great detective their payment was for Batman to look for her treasure that she had lost and at moment she had felt the moment they stepped into this universe. Batman agreed after they had smoothed over the details of said contract. The empress, Nightigale, summoned her knight and told him to deal with their denizen and toss them back into Walker’s prison.

Looking blankly at Batman, he had no choice but to let Empress Nightingale follow him back to the cave for her to foresee the investigation of her treasure and to ensure he fulfilled his end of the deal.

…

The moment Bruce stepped inside the cave he noticed Empress Nightgale had also stopped dead in her tracks and looked intently at his youngest, Danyal, who had been training at one of the cave’s training mats. What’s more interesting is that Danyal also stopped and stared at the visitor that Bruce brought along. Just as he was about the introduce the two, he saw Danyal the ever-quiet child sprung into life and tackled the empress, while Nightgale herself had her long arms wrapped around Danyal.

Bruce saw Danyal’s eyes spring into life, tears welled up in his eyes and a pure smile stretched across his youngest face. Suddenly Bruce felt Bane had punched him again, he had never seen his youngest so happy, so full of life ever since he met him. He always thought that his youngest was independent, so quiet that he had left him with his devices, somewhere within Bruce’s mind whispered that he was too late once again.

…

News about Danyal’s sudden change of attitude had reached all of the members, even in the deep corner of space.

Dick, Jason, and Tim are now seething with rage and disappointed at themselves for the wasted time they wasted in being Danyal’s life. Who has now an older sibling that despite his menacing appearance adored and teased Dnayal in a way that erupted laughs and giggles from the boy?

Dick forgetting that they were twins, Dick kept reassuring himself that he was too busy but with each memory that he visited Danyal is always right behind them looking at them with lifeless eyes, as if he had just made a different choice back then.

Jason for forgetting his ward that had adopted when he was in the League, probably the only thing that kept him sane as the green clouded in his mind when he was dunked in the pit was the fact his little chick was within the walls and the thought that he might hurt him halted his massacre.

Tim who had now noticed the small notes scattered on his desk that were not the handwriting of anyone he knew yet the initial DW, always assumed that it was Damian who was quietly helping him in cases but the revelation that it had been Danyal made him want to turn back time. He had noticed early on that Danyal wanted to be closer to him, but pushed the boy away for expecting to be like Damian.

Damian is seething with jealousy as he notices that Danyal begins spending most of his time outside with the demon that stole his brother. He kept bringing up to his father that the being that Constantine summoned was a demon already mind-controlled Danyal. But even though he cannot stop and drink in the joyful face that Danyal has whenever he is with Nightgale, he keeps remembering the time Danyal acted this way towards him.

Talia is also seething beneath her mask of indifference how dare this thing claim to be her son’s parent? It is not she who had given birth nor she is the one who ensured they both survive, but the fact that thing gifted Danyal the head of the Joker and her father’s head after revealing to her son her own father’s plan that even she is not privy on made her want to revive her father herself and be the one to end his pathetic life, how dare his father plan that horrendous ritual behind her back.

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PS: If someone out there wants to continue or make a fic about this you are free to do so, don’t forget to tag me though.

PPS: An inspiration bug bit me and would not let me rest until I finish this.

PPS: Got too long for my liking again.

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husband & dad joe burrow (headcannons) || joe burrow x reader

description: little things about husband joey and dad joey 

a/n: ahem, the bitch is back 🗣️🗣️ it’s been three long weeks of no fics but im here ;) this was a request i got! i’ve been in my dad/husband joe feels lately and UGH. i can’t. i just felt the urge to write this and get it out asap because he’s just had me in a mood lately that like 🤰🤗

side note- the next part of nothings gonna hurt you baby is coming! thanks for your patience loves 💞

word count: 8.6 k (i got carried away lol)

warnings: fluff, allusions to sex

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husband joe

joe always wakes you up with little kisses in the morning. he knows you hate alarms because of how startling they can be, so instead, he presses his gentle lips against the soft skin of your face to ease you into waking up. his trail of kisses always starts on your jawline and ends at your lips, he hits every single spot that he knows you love to be kissed at. you usually wake up midway through his little gesture, but you love the feeling of his lips on you too much so you only open your eyes when he’s done. he always has this lazy look on his face, his voice raspy and scratchy, his hair all messy and soft. he’s so adorable when he wakes up, and even cuter when you open your eyes because his smile gets bigger. “morning, princess,” he mumbles before leaning in for another kiss. you wouldn’t want to be woken up any other way

joey always makes your morning coffee for you. he says “can’t have wifey walking around all cute and snuggly but acting like zombie,”. you never have to ask him to do it for you, he just knows. he knows exactly what kind of coffee you want, how many splashes of creamer, and specifically what mug you like to have it in. it was a little souvenir mug you got during your honeymoon from the almafi coast in italy. sometimes he'll even warm the mug before pouring the coffee, just so it's extra cozy. those little things he did for you were your absolute favorite. you really didn’t need anything else in the morning, just joey and his perfectly brewed, as he called it, "love in a cup"

during the off season, he’d even make you breakfast every morning—regardless of whether he had something going on that he had to do. it was a routine for you during those months, walking down the stairs to the smell of cooked bacon and freshly chopped fruits while he was flipping pancakes on the griddle. you’d make your way downstairs, sit on the kitchen island, and just watch him like a lovesick fool, his bare back to you as he worked away, humming softly to the music in the background. he enjoyed making you breakfast with the soft melodies of sweet, classic love songs playing. some of his favorites were “it had to be you” by frank sinatra, “hopelessly devoted to you” by olivia newton-john, and “look after you” by the fray. you loved to see him like this, so normal, simple…so husband. seeing him doing something so simple and domestic made your heart swell. he was in total "husband mode" according to you when he was cooking

and whenever he put that chef's apron over his bare chest...let's just say the pancakes didn't always turn out as perfect as they could. it didn't take long for his attention to shift--especially when he caught you looking at him a certain way. before you knew it, the pancakes would burn and he'd be too distracted by other things to care ;)

joey is such a cuddle monster in private. the man cannot keep his hands off you when you’re alone together. you thought you had seen the peak of his cuddle monster ways when you were dating, but it only got worse after you got married. he just needed to have his head lying on your chest or burrowed in your neck. he loved to have his legs tangled with yours, bonus points if he had his seinfeld sweats on. that was maximum “on some comfy shit” vibes for him. you didn’t mind, his warmth was the best feeling in the entire world 

and whenever you tried to get up to go do something, he’d follow you around like an adorable lost puppy, waiting for you to be done so you could go back to snuggling

after a late night out with your girls, joe would always help you get un-ready. he'd be there with a bottle of remover and some cotton pads, gently removing your makeup as he asked you about your night. he'd help you get undressed, guide you through brushing your teeth, and then help you get cozy in bed. he would then plug in your phone for you, fill up the water bottle you kept on your nightstand, and clean up any mess in your bedroom. he knew you'd be dealing with a hangover the next morning, so he took care of all the little things so that your only job was to rest

joe leaves you little hidden notes around the house--inside your purse, tucked into a book you were reading, or in drawers around the house. each note was filled with sweet messages reminding you how much he loves you and appreciates you

"you make me a better man. thank you for loving me as I am"  - found in your skincare drawer "i fall in love with you more each day. you're my everything," - hidden under your pillow "remember our first date at the planetarium? i still get butterflies every time I see you, just like I did then," - stuck to your vanity mirror "i'm head over cleats for you :)" - taped to your shoes "what does taylor swift say in her one song? oh right, "have you ever thought just maybe...you belong with me ;) ?" - taped to your shampoo bottle "remember our first date at the planetarium? i still get butterflies every time I see you, just like I did then," - stuck to your vanity mirror

"you make me feel so high school every time i look at you." - tucked into your planner "i know how to ball, and you know aristotle. well, we both do. but you're a bigger philosophy buff than me :)" - tucked into your computer "i love the feeling of your skin against mine. i want to feel that warmth all night," - found inside your book "just a little reminder that i can't wait to have you all to myself tonight. you drive me wild," - taped to your bottle of pomegranate juice “i love my wife. i love my wife. i love love LOVE my wife :),” - taped to your jewelry stand "i've been thinking about the last time we...let's do that again, shall we? - found on the full body mirror in the bedroom, hinting at a special moment "i love when you wear this dress. it drives me fucking wild. you're so god damn sexy baby," - taped to that little lacy red dress you wore for his birthday last year "you've intercepted my heart," - tucked under your waterbottle

joe is weirdly (it's so cute though) obsessed with getting the laundry done just right. he knows the exact way you like your clothes folded, and he's mastered the wash cycle for some of your delicate tops. sometimes, when you're tired and lazy after a hard day at work, you'll come home to find your laundry neatly folded on the side of your bed. you wouldn't have to ask him to do it, he would just know. he's definitely beating the "he can't do his own laundry" allegations ;)

joe didn't let the fact that you two were now married and together for life get in the way of still having weekly date nights. sometimes it would be as simple as ordering chinese takeout and watching a movie in bed, wearing your comfiest clothes. other times, he'd choose a free night during the week and surprise you with a night out at a restaurant you'd wanted to try or an activity that brought out your silly sides (mini golf, bowling, etc). sometimes he would even cook up a little dinner for you, candlelit table and everything. he would say, "just because we're married, doesn't mean i'm done wooing you,". it honestly didn’t matter what you two did, as long as you were together, everything was perfect

every week it felt like you were still dating, still falling for each other, deeper and deeper, one date night at a time

joe insists on driving you everywhere, no matter the weather or even if you could've driven yourself. you have a nail appointment? joe drives you. you need to go to the store? joe drives you. you want to go to your besties place? joe drives you. he loves the excuse to spend extra time with you, and you'll catch him reaching for your hand at every red light and stop sign

those drives are filled with secret--not so secret--glances too. he just can't stop staring at you, like ever. you're the most beautiful thing he's ever set his eyes on, sometimes not even being able to believe that you were real

after a long game, joe would likely come home exhausted, but he's never too tired to check in on you first. he'll let you fuss over him--ice packs, massage gun and all--but in return he makes sure you've got everything you need for your night. whether that's a hot bath, a cup of tea, or just a spare hour to let you bitch and complain about the game because he knows you get heated very fast when watching football. he knew that all this was just as mentally exhausting for you as it was him. he couldn’t imagine how it felt to be in the stands every week, watching him get tackled to the ground and fight his way to victory. but the fact that you still stuck around, after all the pain and frustration that this brought you, stood out to him. you were always there for him, no matter what

“thank you for being there for me. you’ve been with me through it all–every practice, every game, every injury, every tough loss...and even through the pressure, the media, and the expectations that never seem to let up. you’ve seen the worst parts of this career–the long hours, the hits I take, the doubts that creep in after a tough game–and still, you’re always there, no matter what. unconditionally. i don’t even think I can put it into words…how much I appreciate you. how much I love you for standing by me. you’re there for me after the worst games, when im beating myself up, and somehow, you always make it better. i don’t know how you do it, but i know i couldn’t do this without you. you make everything feel worth it, even when it’s hard. and i hope you know that, even if i can’t always find the right words to say it. i love you more than anything, and i’m so damn lucky to have you by my side,”

joe goes all out when decorating the house for christmas, and especially did when it was your first christmas as husband and wife. he obsessed over finding the perfect tree, you think you went to maybe 3 or 4 places before settling on the perfect one. it made your heart swell when you remembered the twinkle in his eyes when they landed on the perfect tree. he eagerly yanked you over, his voice all high and laced with excitement. “oo, ooo. we can do like red and gold ornaments. wait no. maybe orange? because go bengals! or would that look tacky. or wait we also have a bunch of those family ornaments so maybe no theme? ah, i don’t care, it’ll be perfect no matter what,”. he was acting like a little kid and it was the cutest damn thing you think you had ever seen

he brought out all the festive pillows, hung all the little lights everywhere he could, and even bought one of those blow-up santa's reindeer decorations for the front yard. "it's our first christmas as a married couple, babe. we're practically obligated to have the best decorated house on the block,"

then when you tried to put a stop to his christmas explosion after you came home and the inside of the house looked like santa’s workshop had exploded inside, he said, "look, if we don't go all out this year, how do we tell our kids one day that we started a tradition of being the most festive couple ever, hmm?" he asked while holding up a ridiculous amount of mistletoe for emphasis

on christmas eve, you two ended up wearing cheesy matching pj's--joe rolls his eyes at them but secretly loves wearing them because its "peak couple behavior" and you two make it work. "i'm only doing this for you," he says, but then you'll find him wearing those same pjs long after christmas is over

joe lowkey is an absolute gift wrapping pro. every gift is cleanly wrapped with perfect corners and bows. he says he learned it from his mama--which wasn't surprising since joey was an absolute mama's boy and looked up to her for everything. he even adds a little note to each gift, reminding you how much he loves you. that he did on his own, something he didn’t get from his mama. that was just your husband being the best damn husband to ever husband

joey secretly hangs mistletoe all over the house and each time you pass under it, he's right there with a silly grin, lips puckered for a kiss. "oh, look where we are again," he smirks every time before pulling you in for his favorite way to pass time

joey surprised you with a custom ornament on christmas eve too. it said "our first christmas, mr. & mrs. burrow", and he looks so proud while giving it to you. you act like you don't notice the blush on his cheeks when you hang it on the tree together, but boy did he feel like exploding into a cloud of pink sparkly dust at that moment

if his hands weren’t always on you, his lips definitely were. you lost count of how many times you two were late for something because he just couldn’t get himself to pull away from your lips. it would usually start innocently, maybe a quick peck or two before heading out--but one kiss would turn into two, then three. before you knew it, he'd have you pressed against the doorframe, his lips lingering longer each time. “mmm, 5 more minutes baby,” he would mumble against your lips before stuffing his hand in your hair and pushing your face closer to his. you would try to resist by laughing between kisses and reminding him you had to go, but he'd just smile at you and then lean in for another one

joe has a habit of surprising you with flowers, but never for a specific reason. he'll come home with a bouquet of flowers on a random day after practice, saying something like, "just felt like my wife deserved this today for being the amazing woman she is,"

joe often stays up late watching game film before important games, but he always invites you to come sit with him on the couch, even if you end up falling asleep midway. you'll wake up with his arm draped around you, the TV quietly playing game highlights and he'll whisper, "sorry honey, i didn't mean to wake you up," before dropping a sweet kiss to your forehead. but there are times where you stay awake and watch the film with him, snuggled up together on the couch. when he's in analysis mode, he'll absentmindedly start explaining plays to you, "okay, so if you're the wide receiver, you'll run this route," he says while guiding your hand to demonstrate. it always ends up with him getting...distracted though. the game film had long been forgotten as the only route joe was concerned about was the route he was going to let his lips take to the place where you needed him the most ;)

even though joe is the star on the field, you're the star off the field. whether it's a work event, casual dinner, or something important to you--joe's there for you in full support. you are the star of the show, the most important thing in the universe. he'll be cheering you on like it's the super bowl or something. he just loves to see you work hard and have that pay off. he loves to see good things happen to you because you deserve all the happiness humanly possible

he’s always the loudest clapper and cheerer whenever you get an award or recognition at work. he’s the first one to shoot up from his chair when your name is called, and the last one to sit down after you’re done being serenaded with praise. he knows how much you support him, how you tirelessly shower him with love and support. so he always makes sure to do the exact same for you

before every game, you slip a little handwritten note into joe's locker with some words of encouragement and something to make him laugh, even for a brief moment. "bring home that win and I'll have a sweet treat waiting," or "you make this look so damn easy. go out there and do your thing, baby. i'll be cheering for you, always," or even "the faster you wrap up that win, the sooner we can play our own game. i've got a new playbook for you to try. hint: it involves less clothing,". he always kept these notes in his bag and will read them when he's feeling stressed or overwhelmed--during halftime or even before the game again--and they'll act as a little boost

joe’s love language is all of the above. but gifts, physical touch, and quality time were the frontrunners

gifts-

he showers you with gifts all the time, for absolutely no reason. one day you’ll come home to a new handbag waiting for you on the table. or a new necklace to add to your expensive collection (he has great taste). or you’ll be surprised with adorable little things like a new stuffed teddy bear or a funny spongebob sweatshirt (you both were equally as obsessed with the cartoon). he loved to buy you things for no reason because he just loved to see that bashful smile on your face and your little nose scrunch up

you even remember that one halloween when he made you a boo-basket after overhearing one of his teammates talk about making one for their wife. after hearing that, joe went straight to the store to pick up the essentials and then when he got home, got started on the more...extravagant pieces of the basket. joe covered all the grounds with it, even adding in his own flair. there was a cozy blanket, a bunch of sweet treats and savory snacks, halloween candy, a few candles, a book you’d been wanting to read for a while, face masks, fuzzy socks, a new heating pad, and new ugg slippers. but then there was also a new diamond tennis bracelet, a new pair of cartier shades (so you can match him), and a little designer clutch to go along with a new dress you bought just a few weeks before

during the off season, he would occasionally surprise you with spontaneous weekend getaways as he knew you loved traveling. he would always take you somewhere you were dreaming of--a cozy cabin, a beachside resort, or even a staycation at a fancy hotel nearby

after one of his biggest wins--his first AFC championship win--joe had a game ball set aside just for you. on the ball he wrote, "this one's for you, forever and always yours - j.b". it sits in a display case in your home, a constant reminder of how you're always on his mind, even in his biggest moments

every season, joe gives you a signed jersey (one of his own, of course. usually the first jersey from week 1). each jersey has a personal message for you on the inside of the collar like "my #1" or "forever yours" and are dated to match the significant milestones. you have a collection of them now, and they're one of the most treasurable things you own

quality time- 

anytime together was quality time for joe. whether that be picking out new paint colors for the house or new tiles for your bathroom, or snuggling up on the couch together to watch trashy reality tv, or sitting on the back porch with a glass of wine and watching the sunset. he just loved any and all time he got with you

he always made sure to make time for you. football took up quite a bit of his time, but that made it even more important to take time out for you

one thing joe loved to do with you was late night drives and walks

he loved to drive around with you on the golf cart, especially down to the river behind the house. your head leaning on his shoulder, fingers entwined, and the breeze blowing through your hair. it was so simple yet so pleasurable for him. it gave him the serenity he craved every day, an escape from his chaotic football world

late night walks were also exciting for him. he loved to take you out for a lap or two around the neighborhood after dinner. the only light was coming from the lamposts and the moon above you two. oftentimes during these walks, you two would have some of your deepest, intimate conversations. before you got married, those deep conversations would be about marriage, about your future. but since that was now sealed, your deep conversations would be about things such as kids, his future in cincinnati, and where you two see yourself in 15 years. but it didn't always have to be serious. you two would often find yourselves giggling about aliens, time travel, and old stories from your days back at LSU

oh and he also just loved to spend time between your legs

physical touch-

joe is handsy as hell. he’d always been like that, but you thought it would die down as the years went by and you two started acting more like a unit than a bunch of horny college kids. but those two things can be true at the same time

he’s always holding your hand when he can. he needs to feel you at all times. whether it’s holding hands in the car, holding hands underneath the dining table at dinner with friends or family, or holding hands in a crowded room to calm his anxieties. he just needed that touch. his hand is also often found at your waist or in the back pocket of your jeans. he likes to have it in your jean pocket because according to him, “it’s the only way i can touch your ass with decency in public,”

he also had a habit of fidgeting with your wedding ring. you don’t know why but he just loved to play with it, twist it around your finger

the reason was that he just needed to remind himself that it was there. that it was real and it was on your finger. sometimes he couldn’t believe that you were his wife, couldn’t believe that someone like you was with him till the day he died

he’s also handsy in some…other ways ;) 

if he could, he would absolutely keep you in bed with him for eternity

he was so damn good in bed. like everytime you guys got down to it, you’d be left breathless, speechless, and in awe

as your marriage progressed, the sex only got better and better. he knew what you liked and what you didn’t like, so he made the things you did like even more intense. he wasn’t opposed to trying new things at all either, as long as you were comfortable and felt satisfied. he wanted to do whatever he could to bring you to heaven

also because there was no need to be careful anymore. you were married. you wanted kids together. and well, the rest is self explanatory....but once he got to feel you without any barriers, that's when he really went feral. like a whole other level of down bad for you. he really needed to be pried off of you because he could never get enough of you or your body

joe loved praising you the entire time too, and honestly, you earned it. the way you'd make him feel in bed was unlike anything he'd ever felt before. you were so insanely sexy, so insanely good at it all. every time you two got down to it, you'd make it unforgettable ;)

"baby...fuck you're amazing. i can't get enough of..oh..i can't get enough of you. you're doing so well...just like that...do what you want. make yourself feel good, y/n...take it,"

joe was so obsessed with you, and that love and infatuation had not once gone down over the years. it somehow got bigger. he was so happy to be your husband, and he was even happier that you were his wife. 

engagement and honeymoon joe

you and joe had been dating for about 4 years before he popped the question. from the very beginning, he knew you were his girl. his forever girl. his special girl. he loved you quite literally more than life itself, nothing could ever come before you. you were his biggest priority. joe from years ago would've laughed if someone told him that in the future, something else other than football would become his first priority. but joe now? joe now was proud of the fact that you were his biggest priority. he was proud to shower you with unwavering love, and affection; he loved being able to give you the world. loved being able to give his wife everything she could ever want

there was never a doubt in his mind, but it wasn't until just after your fourth anniversary that he decided to make it official. he was waiting for all the stars to align before doing it. you weren't surprised that he did--he'd always dropped hints about the future, about how he couldn't imagine his life without you. but you were surprised by when he did it

he flew both of you down to louisiana for a few days that summer, claiming that it was a work trip. it was a work trip on the surface. he was helping with scouting, recruitment, and training as he was one of, if not the most, successful LSU football alums in recent years. but on a deeper level, this was the proposal trip. every moment seemed casual, perfectly normal, but you didn't know he had a ring, the ring, tucked away; waiting for just the right time to turn this work trip into the start of forever

he had an entire day set aside just for you two. it started with breakfast at one of your favorite spots from your LSU days--a cozy little diner, just walking distance from joe's old apartment. you two used to find yourselves in the same booth every weekend, sharing pancakes and debriefing your weeks together with endless cups of coffee. it was like stepping back in time, a sweet nod to the beginning of your journey together. then, he took you to the planetarium--the same place he brought you on your very first date. he'd always been fascinated by space, and you remembered how he told you that his universe seemed a little less overwhelming with you in it; that you were the brightest star in his sky, and you outshined everything else

it was as if he was recreating the milestones of your relationship that day, building up to something bigger

then he took you to a romantic dinner at the same restaurant where he told you he loved you for the first time--yet another milestone recreated. he got the same table, the same food items, and even got you the same flowers he did on your first date. he remembered it all

after that, he ended up driving you to Tiger Stadium

you were so confused as to why you were at the football stadium that night, especially because there was no event going on that joe needed to be a part of. the entire stadium was empty except for you two. you thought it was just a little walk down memory lane, but little did you know, joey had other plans

joe had always been sappy when it came to big moments in your relationship, so when it came time to propose, he knew there was only one place where it could happen. the same place he first asked you to be his girlfriend: LSU’s Tiger Stadium—after one of the most important games of the season back during his first year at LSU. this was the place where he was now going to ask you to be his wife. yet another milestone was recreated, but also another milestone being created at the same time

you didn't think much of it as you two walked hand in hand through the tunnel and onto the turf, you could almost hear the echoes and chants of the crowds from years ago. but when he led you to the exact spot where he asked you to be his girlfriend--the fifty years line--your heart skipped a beat

"remember this?" he asked, his voice soft and gentle, his body filled with nostalgia

but then you saw his expression shift to something more serious, more raw as he looked around at the stadium he once called his home. he reached into his pocket and got down on one knee right there, right in the middle of the field. "this place means everything to me. it's where my dreams started, where I became the player I am today. but it's also where we started. where I asked you to be my girl for the first time. everything changed when you said yes, and since then you've been my biggest support, my constant, my person. it hit me early on that there's no one else i'd rather have by my side. not just through the football stuff, but through life. and i realized there's no place more perfect than this...to ask you what i've been dreaming about for years. this is where we started--where i first asked you to be mine. now i'm asking you for forever. y/n, you're my heart, my home, my everything. you single handedly rocked my entire world when you first walked in, and now i just can't get enough of you. i want to spend the rest of my life loving you, making you laugh, and building a life together. will you marry me?"

and he even got the jumbotron to show an old photo of the two of you from the night he asked you to be his girlfriend, right at the exact spot where he was on one knee right in front of you

when he opened the little velvet box, you felt like your heart popped out of your chest. the ring he had for you was the most gorgeous thing you had ever set your eyes on, well other than joe. it was custom made, designed to resemble the promise ring he gave you all those years ago

small diamonds lined the sides of the ring, giving it an extra sparkle that caught the light with every movement. he knew you loved sparkle, so he made sure the ring was extra sparkley

the breathtaking cushion-cut diamond in the middle of the ring was just perfect. a little halo of smaller diamonds surrounded it, highlighting it's brilliance just enough

the most special part of the ring was the inside of the band. inside, the words "forever and always yours - j.b" were engraved in cursive, just like your promise ring

and of course you said yes to his proposal. why would you not? he was your dream man. this was your dream

the hours after the proposal were so magical

the first thing he did was pull out his phone and call your family, excitedly sharing the news of your engagement with them. the proud smile on joe's face is forever burned into your head. he was so excited to make you his wife. he was oozing love that night. you'd never seen him so in love before

then, you guys had some celebratory drinks to commemorate the engagement. let's just say you two might have had one too many glasses of champagne because, by the end of the night, you two were honestly contemplating if you should elope to a foreign country next week and get married

you fell asleep that night dreaming together. you talked about your dreams for the future--where you see yourself living, your dream vacation spots, and even little details about your wedding like the flavor of cake. "i want red velvet," was all joe said when you brought up the cake. "i want red velvet. i want red velvet. if you love me, you'll let me have red velvet,"

for your honeymoon, joe took you to the amalfi coast, italy. one of your dream destinations

each evening, you two took long, romantic walks along the coastline. you walked hand in hand along the scenic walkways, the gorgeous sun setting behind you which casted a golden glow on both of you. you both took turns taking photos of little candid moments, laughing as you tried to get the perfect shot. "hey shorty, just hop up on my shoulders," he would cutely tease as you tried to get a good shot of the view, but your height got in the way

joey booked you a private boat tour on one of the days too. you both enjoyed the clear blue waters all day as you were surronded by breathtaking cliffs and coves. you even convinced joe to get a nice tan with you, but his stubborn ass refused to put on sunscreen, so he was a tad but overbaked at the end of the day. "ha, you look like a tomato," you giggled as you booped his red nose

he also booked you a private cooking class where you learn how to make authentic Italian dishes. you both laughed and teased each other while rolling out the fresh pasta and preparing a classic marinara sauce. "mmm, you look so delicious right now," he whispered in your ear as he felt himself get a bit overjoyed at the sight of you in an apron and your hair wrapped in a messy bun, flour all over your cheeks and arms. you pushed him away so you could focus, but in retaliation, he coated his big hands with flour, and then planted each hand on your ass, leaving big floury handprints on your ass which was so visible because of your black dress

you also have quite a few late-night gelato runs

after spending quite a few hours in bed, wrapped up in a passionate, heated bubble, you both would be craving the sweet, cold treat. so you'd quickly throw on some clothes and stumble out of your hotel, finding yourself at the doorsteps of local gelato shops. you tried sooo many flavors on the trip, playfully feeding each other spoonfuls as you walked through the charming streets under the moonlight

the entire trip, you two were so attached at the hip. like way more than usual. you were like magnets. he even made sure that during your beach days, you were secluded and away from everyone else so that nobody would interrupt your makeout sessions...and well, some other things too. he just wanted to be able to love up on his wife in peace

the honeymoon was so perfect. it was like the perfect escape for you two, the best way to start off forever :)

dad joe

joe talks to your baby bump sooo much. sometimes you'll even wake up to his head level with your bump, and the sound of his voice whispering to his unborn daughter. he loved talking to her, not caring if the conversation was one-sided. he just wanted baby tessa to be able to recognize his voice when she was born

"good morning little tiger. mommy is still sleeping but daddy is wide awake. thanks for letting her sleep in, baby. she had a long night because of your little kicks. they hurt sometimes, so just be gentle with her, okay? we love you and can't wait to meet you, pumpkin,"

his featherlight kisses around your belly were both you and your baby's favorite thing. every night before bed, he'd help you moisturize your belly with some special pregnancy lotion you ordered online, and right after he was done, the kisses would begin. the first couple of times he did this, it was calm and quiet. but one night, a kiss to your bump resulted in the baby's first kick

"oh my god, y/n! she kicked! babygirl kicked!" he excitedly said while meeting your eyes. the look on his face just made you want to die right then and there. he was so damn happy. he was just so excited about all of it--for the baby, for you to be a mom, and for him to be a dad

he even gives his football commentary to your bump

during MNF or TNF, you two would be snuggled up on the couch and joe's cheek would be squished up against your swollen belly. your hands would be stuck in his fluffy hair, playing and twirling with the strands as he talked to baby burrow about what was going on in the game. he would have this adorable little smile on his face when he spoke football talk to your bump, because each time he said something, he'd get a little kick in return

"alright, babygirl. you're about to witness some football magic," he says against your belly, his eyes glancing up at you for a second so you could see his excitement. he had a twinkle in his eye as he spoke, "see that guy over there?" he said while pointing at the screen. "that's my buddy. he's got an arm like you wouldn't believe. he's gonna throw a TD any minute and I want you to remember that feeling and sound of excitement for when you watch daddy do the same thing, okay?" he asked, his fingers tracing over your bump as if he was trying to connect with her. and he did, because she gave him a gentle little kick in response

joe took it upon himself to order and read a boatload of parenting books and articles. he wanted to know all the ins and outs of being a dad, even asking advice from all his friends and family. you found it so heartwarming to see the amount of dedication he put into preparing to be a dad. joe always gave everything his 100%, but it seemed like he was giving this particular thing 110%

he got a little too psyched out, however, after reading an article about the appropriate age to let your daughter start dating

"babe. no boys. she can't let that poison seep into her brain? tessa needs to be on top of everything if she wants to be the best possible version of herself, at least until she graduates college. no boys at all," joey said, his expression was so serious it made you giggle

"listen, i was the same way. but then I met you in college. you didn't poison my mind, right? tess will be fine. besides, we have sooooo many years before we need to worry about which boy our daughter is sneaking out at midnight with," you giggled. "babe!" joe gasped, "this is not funny,"

joe loves baby shopping a little too much

going to the baby store with him is like going into victoria's secret with a teenage girl. he was lost in his own little world

as you're browsing through the clothes, he gets overly excited about the little outfits. "the clothes are so tinyyyy," he pouts while picking up a little baby joe burrow jersey. he picks out a bunch of cute little onesies for his babygirl, many of which have cute little football sayings on them like "daddy's cheerleader" or "MVB: most valuable baby". he wanted her wardrobe to match his love for football as much as possible. which is also why a few days later, he came home after practice with a tote bag of baby bengals merch just for her

in the toy section, joe completely loses it. he can't resist touching each plush toy and rattle, often making silly faces or sounds to see what toy gets a reaction from you or your baby bump. "oh wait, i need to get her a squidward plushie. oh wait, i also need to get her a squidward beanie to match me sweatshirt game days," he nodded as he stood in front of the spongebob section with both hands on each sides of his hips. he was already standing just like a dad and you couldn't help but giggle at it

"god, i can't believe we're gonna be parents," he pouted as he walked out of the baby store, bags galore in his hands. "im so excited,"

during labor, joey was the most supportive and gentle husband possible. he was the calm in the storm and just his presence was doing wonders for you

he held your hand, rubbed your back, and helped you through breathing exercises. he was very hands-on, which you loved. his touch always put you at ease

during those intense contractions, he always reminded you to hold eye contact with him. those baby blue eyes were your safe haven and each time you looked into them, you allowed yourself to get lost. the pain of the contractions basically faded away with just one long stare into his warm eyes

joe made sure that he was in communication with the medical staff. he needed to make sure you were receiving the best care possible and that he knew everything that was going on at all times

during labor, he was your biggest cheerlead. whenever you felt anxious or scared, he was right next to you, whispering words of praise into your ear, "you're doing amazing, princess," or "i'm so proud of you mama. you're so strong, i love you so much. she's going to love you,"

joe made sure that you had quiet moments too--where he was just sitting next to you, gently stroking your hand as he talked about how excited he was to meet your baby. he just wanted you to lay back and listen in order to conserve your energy

he even cracks a few jokes during your intense moments to calm you down

breathing during a contraction- "okay, babe, remember: in through the nose, out through the--wait, isn't this basically football practice? you've got better form than half the team right now!" he laughed

after a contraction- "sooo. i guess we can skip leg day for a while after this, huh?"

as he massages your back- "you know, i’ve been meaning to tell you, this is great practice for the halftime pep talks and relaxing mechanisms you'll need for tess when she’s older. if she's anything like her mom, she won't hesitate in marching down to the locker room and cursing out the entire d-line,"

when you're trying to relax- "just think, by the end of the day, we'll have a little new teammate on our roster. you think she's more offense material? or defense?"

after your baby is born, joe's first words are so soft and emotional. he's so overwhelmed with emotions, but the first thing he thinks about, is you

"you did it, princess. you're so incredible, mama," he says as he kisses your forehead, tears in his eyes, completely in awe of you

a few days post birth, you're coming down the stairs after a much needed nap and the sight your met with literally causes you to melt

baby tessa's squished up against joe's bare chest, sleeping while he just held her against him. you can see that he's quietly relishing the moment, this little bonding time with his daughter. her little baby cheek is pushed up against his muscular chest and that alone drives you wild. those raging pregnancy hormones were definitely getting to you ;)

the sleepless nights don't faze joe. everytime she wakes up crying, he's up in an instant. he lets you rest, knowing that you needed it way more than you thought. you were working so hard as a new mom, you needed to just relax. "i've got her babe," he whispers to you. you love watching him cradle her in his arms, rocking her back and forth while softly humming a song. you saw him visibly release the tension in his muscles as he felt her calm down in his arms

joey is hyper aware of every sound she makes. the second she lets out so much as a tiny squeak, he's right by her side, making sure she's okay. he absolutely adores his little girl

joe has set daddy-daughter bonding time in the morning. each morning, he walks around the house with her in his arms, talking to her about football, his training, and all the things he plans to teach her about the sport. he's convinced she's listening, even if she's only staring at him with wide baby eyes and a drool-covered chin

joe is all about family naps. he tells you that all three of you need to snuggle together on the couch during the day and you obviously agree. your home was those two right there. of course, you wanted to snuggle up with them. you'd often wake up and see him with baby burrow resting on his chest, both of them fast asleep as his big hand gently rested on her tiny back

"baby, she's so cute! look at her little squishy face," joe would giggle to you as he played around with her in his lap

joe constantly reminds you of how incredible you are. he's in total awe every time he watches you feed the baby or rock her to sleep. "you're such an amazing mom. i'm so lucky to have both of you. you're my two favorite girls," he would say

joe jokes that he's already making a baby-friendly football playbook

he scribbles down little plays and shows them to her as if this is film study and she's taking notes. "okay, tessa. here's what we're gonna do. first, we tackle nap time. then, we conquer tummy time," he would explain to her with a goofy smile, one that caused her to shriek and squeal

joe has this video camera that he uses to document her progress. he tells you that he's gonna film her little moments just like his dad did for him. seeing joe walk around tessa with a camera in his hand, trying to get every angle, made your heart melt. nothing brought you more joe than hearing a mix of both their soft giggles, shrieks, and laughs. "tessa...over here, pumpkin. daddy's over here!" he would softly say as he tried to get her to look back at him and his camera as she tried to play with her squidward plushie--her favorite thing in the world right now

crawl training was one of your most favorite parts of the day because you could just sit back and watch joe be in full daddy mode for an hour or two

he would playfully get down on his hands and knees, demonstrating how to crawl. he slowly moved one hand forward along with his knee, "look, babygirl. it's just like this! one hand, then the other--easy peasy, right?"

every time she moved the smallest inch, joe's face lit up with pride. "you're so strong, tessa. you've got this!" he cheered on

he'd even motivate her with toys, gently waving it in front of her. "you want mr. squidward? come get him, sweetie," he teases, proud of every shuffle she makes

"c'mon, you're almost there, babygirl. you've got this," he would encourage. "you're almost to mama," he added as he met your soft eyes while you patted your legs so tessa would remain focused

each time she struggled, you watched him quickly scoop her up in his arms for s break. peppering her with kisses and tickles while whispering, "it's okay, we have all the time in the world. me and mama are soo proud of you, pumpkin,". his patience was so special to you. he was so gentle with her, so understanding

but when she managed to push herself even further than before, joe would celebrate like it was a touchdown. "that's my girl!" he'd cheer, clapping his hand softly as he watched her giggle and squeal in your lap while you showered her with kisses

"huh, i guess she'll be crawling all over the place now, isn't she?" joe asked you as he sat down with you after crawl training with his little tiger

"probably. but that's all your doing, baby," you would tease

tessa was such a daddy's girl, and how could she not be? he was so good to her

seeing joe as a dad just made you fall in love with him even more. the way he took on this major new responsibility like a champ made your heart explode. you didn't think you could possibly love him any more than you already did, but tessa's arrival proved you wrong in the best way

joe was the absolute perfect husband and an even better dad. he was naturally good at everything he did, but loving you and his babygirl was the easiest thing for him to excel at

--the end--

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Nikto's Commandments part 8! (and the first half of the Jealousy Duet).

I'll be honest, I got stuck with this one! For some reason I just couldn't get a good flow going and had to try writing this a few different times. I think it shows in the beginning, but I get the rhythm back towards the end.

Also, apologies if there are more errors than usual. I kind of powered through it and am too afraid I'm going to hate it if I try to read it over.

Anyway, please enjoy as always <3

Content: Jealousy, Acts of Devotion, Declarations of Love, Kissing

It’s your first mission since Nikto failed you.

(You may have forgiven him. He’s even accepted that you have, merciful as you are. But that doesn’t change the truth of what happened – that he failed you. That he left your side, and then almost didn’t return. You’ve forbade him from hanging himself with “almost,” but that doesn’t mean he can’t feel the noose around his throat.)

You’re long since healed and recovered under Nikto’s devoted watch. Nurturing may not come naturally to him, but he’d bend himself into any shape for your use. So, he made himself into your caregiver. Weeks of helping you sit up, walk, bathe… until you were back in the gym, right by his side, gritting your teeth through physical therapy.

A scar is all that’s left now, silvery and tender. The only sign that Nikto’s world nearly bled away on dirty concrete. A reminder of his failure, his disgrace. How could he possibly deserve a place at your side, when he couldn’t even protect you? When he thought, for even a moment, that vengeance mattered more than your life?

Still, he returns to your side. Because you told him to, all that time ago. Because he has so much to make up for after everything. And because you haven’t given him leave to be anywhere else.

(He prays that you don’t the only way he knows how. Through meals from his own hand while you grin, nipping at his fingers. Through tea shared from one cup. With fragrant products in your wet hair while you sigh. You haven’t told him he could be anywhere else, beckoning him into a bed bigger than the one on base, still tucking in close like one of you might fall off the edge.)

It’s not that he thinks you incapable now. He would never blaspheme that you are anything other than utterly competent. It’s just that every blink superimposes pools of blood over his vision, a strobe of you near death.

In his most selfish, private thoughts, he imagines taking you away from it all for good. Tucking you away warm and safe in the cathedral of your off-base apartment, where a god belongs, in their own house. He soothes himself on visions of devoting himself to you fully and wishes he were a prophet. But for all you’ve given him, visions of the future are not one of them.

You were eager to return to duty, nearly cornered O’Conor once you got final clearance from the doctors. Nearly shook him down for a new assignment – for the both of you. Even if he had reservations about sending you to duty so soon, an opportunity to keep Nikto and his temper away a little longer was too tempting. (The bruises Nikto left on his throat were long gone, but the memory clearly was not.)

And so here you both are, in the gym of an SAS base, sparring with Task Force 141.

“Oi, lass! Care for a match?”

“Bring it, MacTavish!”

Nikto stands back to observe as you and the sergeant square off.

The 141 has been cooperative, despite previous tensions with KorTac. You, Nikto, and Konig have managed to build a decent working rapport – though most of that work has been yours. Their captain seems to like your friendly personality and straightforward professionalism; their lieutenant has been cordial. But the two sergeants (especially the Scottish one) have taken a liking to you.

“Fuck!”

Nikto jerks as you get taken down on your bad side – no, it’s not your bad side anymore. You’ve fully recovered; he must remember that. Interrupting a sparring match would be unwelcome and unnecessary. Not just overprotective on his part, but disrespectful to you as well, as if he doesn’t think you can hold your own. Still, he balls his hands into fists as you struggle against the sergeant.

At least you’re laughing, breathless and curse laden as it is.

“She is okay, ja?” Konig asks.

Nikto grunts the affirmative, eyes sharp as he watches you knee MacTavish’s side. Good, he thinks proudly as you twist to get on top. You’ve been working tirelessly to improve your groundwork techniques, learning all the different ways you can use your smaller stature against bigger and stronger opponents.

“He is… friendly,” Konig continues.

Another grunt of agreement. Most people are with you. It’s a natural reaction in the face of divinity; to reach out to a smiling god. It worked on Nikto, anyone else would be helpless. It’s just the natural order of things like green grass, blue skies, or gravity.

There’s a pause that starts to prickle the back of Nikto’s mind. Disinterested as he may be in socializing, he understands how it works. A program that runs in his mind – body language, tone, inflection, facial expression. A complex algorithm that computes to emotion, conversation, feeling. It’s just not an equation that applies to him, or that he can apply to himself anymore.

And right now, Konig is trying to imply something. Nikto cuts his eyes to the side, meets Konig’s.

“Too friendly, don’t you think?” he adds.

Nikto snorts and turns back to the match – where you are just tapping out. MacTavish is unwinding his arm from your windpipe. You’re sat between his legs, back to his chest. A tough position to get out from in a fight. As you’re scooting away, the sergeant pats your hip, leans to say, “good match” in your ear. You shoot him a grin over your shoulder and then push to your feet, sauntering back to your own team.

“Whose turn is it?” you ask, wiping sweat from your brow.

You don’t see MacTavish’s eyes darting up and down your body, zeroing in on the sliver of skin revealed by your lifted shirt. But Nikto does.

“Mine,” Konig answers, stepping forward.

You smile at him, bump fists with him. “Kick his ass for me, yeah?”

“Ja.”

He shoots Nikto one last, pointed look before stepping onto the mat. But Nikto has no interest in watching his match. Not when you’re right in front of him, a sheepish look on your face.

“I can’t believe I lost like that,” you groan. “Guess I need more practice.”

“We will practice,” he promises.

You beam and knock the back of your hand gently against his.

Like an insidious weed, Konig’s observation takes root and sprouts. Sergeant MacTavish’s friendliness.

It’s almost like Nikto is hallucinating again – or perhaps that he has just stopped. A veil pulled away from his eyes. A creature camouflaged in the brush, his eyes skipping over the landscape until an irregularity in the pattern was pointed out to him. And now he cannot stop seeing it.

MacTavish saying hello to you first every morning, asking how you slept with a twinkle in his eye. He offers to accompany you to training sessions, often chooses you first for cross-team drills. In downtime, he’ll invite you to socialize (with the rest of the 141, sure) and always save you a seat or a spot. Usually right next to him.

And it is not that he doesn’t acknowledge Nikto or Konig. He is amicable with both, works well with either of them when paired up. But there is always a tilt to his mouth when he speaks to you, a lilt to his voice. A subtle incline to his shoulders that makes every interaction seem just that slightest bit intimate.

A week into the assignment, and he is touching you freely. First a hand tapping elbow or shoulder. Then an arm around the back of your neck. Platonic, commiserating. Within a day, that arm drops to your shoulders and he’s leaning the side of his head against yours, something a bit warmer than a hug.

One morning, he scoops you up in a hug, your toes nearly off the ground. You seem surprised, reciprocate with a pat to the back before you’re set down and offered a chair.

And the sparring… the sparring gets worse. Not just an exchange of blows and a chance to improve skills with a new partner anymore. It’s become a game of teasing you, joking with you. Tagging you with hits to coax you into going after him. Wrestling with you on the ground and dragging it out while he grunts and huffs against you.

And Nikto… Nikto burns.

This is not hell, he knows; but maybe this is some form of purgatory.

He has no place, no right to suffer. Knows that trying to claim you as his own would be like trying to cage the sun. It wouldn’t just be selfish; it would be heresy. You’ve already given him a miracle; you told him you love him. That is far beyond anything he could deserve, anything he could hope or dream or long for. To take after all that, to demand more of the time, attention, energy you pour into him like holy water…

And yet.

And yet he wants to claw his skin off when MacTavish winks at you. Wants to set the world on fire when that accent purrs “bonnie” or “hen” at you. An awful, deafening static scream fills the fractures of his mind when you smile at the sergeant, when you wish him a good morning or evening.

“How are you with a sniper, hen?” MacTavish asks one day.

You hum, glance over at Nikto. He’s been training you with his own rifle for months now – though it’s obviously been on pause since your injury. “Well, I’ve been working on it, but I definitely need some improvement.”

MacTavish crosses his arms, biceps bulging against the sleeves of his t-shirt. “I wouldn’t mind giving you a few pointers, if you want to come down to the range with me some time. Promise I’m a good teacher.”

You blink, hesitate. Then lightly, “Yeah, maybe!”

Nikto can’t hang himself on an “almost,” but he’s gutted on a “maybe.”

That night you come out of the bathroom frowning. There’s a furrow between your brows that you only get when you’re both frustrated and worried; if it stays, you’ll have a headache within the hour.

“Nikto?”

He glances up from the knives he’s polishing. You stop, eyes darting all over him, towel frozen in your hand.

“Hm?” he prompts.

You don’t answer. Instead, drop the towel carelessly on the floor and stride across the room. Towards him. He only just manages to shove his equipment out of the way by the time you reach him. And you don’t stop, climbing onto the hard desk chair he’s in, straddling his lap. Your fingers curl so tight in his chest straps that he can hear them creak.

He’s trapped as much by your gaze as your weight. Something swimming in the pools of your irises that he hasn’t seen in them before. Doesn’t know how to name or how to tame.

“What’s going on?” you ask.

He jerks back in surprise, but you’ve got a solid grip and there’s nowhere to go.

“Did I… do something?” you ask. “Or… or not do something?”

He stares. “What?” he asks, mouth gone suddenly dry.

Your eyes are still darting between his, like you’ll find answers playing peekaboo between them.

“You haven’t been right the past few days. Maybe even a week,” you explain. “I’ve been giving you space to tell me, but you won’t. And I’m sorry, I’m not trying to pressure you, but please just talk to me.”

Now his brows furrow. “I haven’t been…?”

You sit back a bit, assured that you have his attention – as if that isn’t guaranteed.

“You’re not eating the same. Didn’t even take the green beans I put aside for you,” you say. “You’re not sharing my tea or letting me wrap your hands. You keep leaving for a smoke in the middle of the night. Hell, you’re wearing your mask in our room.”

It dawns on him like apocalypse. That he has been worrying you, affecting you.

“And you’re not… you’re not talking to me.” Your white-knuckled grip eases a bit as you run out of steam, sadness tinging your expression. “I know we don’t talk the normal way but… I haven’t been able to read you. You won’t look me in the eye or press our legs together. You’re even pulling away in your sleep.”

His heart is trying to claw out of his ribcage, wants to crawl into the palm you press to his chest.

“So… if I’m doing something or not doing something… you can tell me. I promise I won’t be upset. I just miss you.”

He crumbles.

Weeks under torture, but he breaks at four words.

You gasp as he rips the gear off his face. Try to help, but he just pushes your hands away. Knows he’s aggravated the old wounds, but a balm is at hand, pressing his face into the crook of your neck.

“моя любовь,” he whispers fervently. “моя надежда. моя богиня.”

You curl around him instantly, arms around his shoulders, fingers fluffing through the fuzz of hair at the back of his skull. Gentle and kind and everything that sinners and saints would fall on their swords for. And yet all you ask of him is to speak, to confess.

“I fear,” he rasps into your skin.

“Fear what?” you ask.

He is your protector, your disciple. Yours to command, to damn, to sacrifice if you so wished – and he would gladly spill his corroded innards at your feet, careful not to bloody your shoes. And he fears that you won’t ask him to.

“You are not mine, but I fear losing you,” he admits. You suck in a breath, arms tightening around him. “If not to MacTavish, then to the world. I will be left here without you again.”

He squeezes his eyes shut as the scars sear all over again, crushes his crooked nose against your collarbone.

“I am yours,” he whispers, lungs burning, “and I cannot be that if you are gone.”

You shift, pressing closer, tighter. Lay your cheek on his head and squeeze him so tightly he wonders if you’re not inviting him inside your ribcage.

“I thought you understood,” you whisper, and even that cracks with emotion. “I’m sorry, I thought I made it clear. I thought you knew…”

You urge him back. He wants to resist. Wants to stay right there in the hollow of your neck, breathing in the soap you two share, basking in your warmth. But you are bidding him to do something, and he is a weak man to your command.

Your eyes are shiny, but there’s a smile on your face when you look at him.

“You’re mine,” you assure him, “you will always be mine. I will never turn you away.”

His eyes flutter with relief. Always. He has no business questioning the truth of that. You’ve said it; it is so.

“I’m yours too, Nikto.”

His eyes snap open again, but you hold him still, hold him right there.

“Our love isn’t a cross for you to bear,” you murmur. “I belong to you the same way – the exact same way – that you are mine.”

“I don’t—”

“You remember what I told you in that car all those months ago?”

Don’t deserve it? That’s not your choice. Don’t understand? You don’t have to. I just do. It wasn’t a choice I made.

Your word is genesis. It is revelation. It is creed and commandment, redemption and atonement.

You’ve said it; it is so.

“Here.”

You snatch a pad of black ink from one of the desk drawers, grab at one of his useless, hovering hands.

“What are you—”

You smear his bare fingertips across the damp pad. Then press them to your forearm. He jerks his hand back, but it’s too late. His smudged fingerprints stain your skin in inky little pools. When he looks up at you, you’re grinning. Wide and beautiful and so damn proud of yourself.

“C’mon,” you coo. “Do it again.”

He hesitates. But his eyes are drawn back to his fingerprints on your skin. His mind echoes with your declaration.

You are his. You are his.

To deny you this, to deny your belonging, would be beyond blasphemy. Beyond sin.

You have said it; it is so. You. Are. His.

You beam as he takes the inkpad and gets his fingers wet again. Begins leaving marks all over you. Along your arms, over your collarbone. Lean back to get palm prints on your thighs. Sits you on the desk to smear lines up your calves. You even tug your shirt up, giggling all the while, so that he can mark up your stomach.

He pauses at the gunshot. Places his blackened thumb over the entry scar. Pulls it away to see the whorls of his fingerprint covering it.

You soften, kind hands cupping his jaw and guiding him up. Up and up… until your plush lips are slotted against his. His own stained hands land on your hips – likely ruining your little sleep shorts – and pull you as close as he can get you. Infusing himself with the taste of you, of your love, of your belonging.

“Yours,” you murmur against his mangled mouth.

“Yours,” he repeats.

The next day, you walk into the mess hall with Nikto’s fingers hooked into your belt loops. There’s a single black smudge on your jaw.

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How they propose to you

Pairing: Ot8!Skz × Gn!reader (individually)

Genre: fluff, reactions, established relationship

Request: Who in skz would do a public proposal with family and friends, and who would want to do it privately just you and him….

Warnings: mentions of "having a family" at Chan's, but it doesn't necessarily mean having kids

A/n: technically the pictures don't match but they look so cute?? | Daily click

Bang Chan - public

‌not like public PUBLIC

‌there wouldn't be any strangers around nor anything like that

‌but your families are a must

‌i personally believe he would either propose at his parent's home or yours, whatever feels better

‌as he's basically proposing because he wants to make a family with you, it is only fair to have your "past" family alongside as well

‌on a side note, I think he'd be the type to ask for your parents' permission before even planning anything!

Lee Know - private

‌idk, he just has this domestic vibe to me

‌i can't see him proposing to you anywhere that not your home

‌you, him, the cats, a movie and a shiny ring who's waiting to be shown seems perfect to him

‌anyone else would feel a little bit out of place in this scenario

‌and he also wants your rawest reaction

‌when alone, you two are the most vulnerable. He wants all this vulnerability

‌so a private proposal is like a dream come true to him

Changbin - public

‌this one would get everyone involved

‌your friends, his friends, your family, his family

‌neighbours as well if you will

‌depending on it, maybe even a professional photographer hidden somewhere

‌he's about to make the move of the century and he wants everyone to be the testimony of his love for you

‌and if you happen to say "yes" when he kneel down in front of you (you will), they would be the testimony of your love for him as well

‌that's a love to remember

Hyunjin - it depends

‌ever the hopeless romantic, he'd make an entire search on what you prefer

‌his proposal would be planned, that much I know

‌but he'd make the details thinking about you

‌whatever you enjoyed the most would be the important thing

‌do you want your friends and family to be involved? So be it

‌you don't? Then no one will even know about it before you want them to

‌your wish is his command

Han - private

‌no other answer could ever be correct ngl

‌no one else is allowed in this moment

‌he might've asked for advice and suggestions regarding his proposal to some people

‌but they were close to you both always

‌and they wouldn't be directly involved in it

‌this moment would be exclusively yours

‌if anything, that's one of the things that made it even more special to you

‌it was simple. it was only him, who you fell in love with

‌it was only you, who he wanted to have forever

‌the simplicity was incredible and magic

Felix - public

‌i'd be surprised if you didn't know about his plans to propose before he does it in fact

‌because everyone knows it

‌every. One. Knows

‌it's cute how excited/nervous he was not gonna lie

‌but because of that he ended up spilling his ideas to every one who'd hear

‌besides that, he would like to have some support there for him when he needs to ask such an important question

‌and similar to changbin, he'd love it if people could remember this act as a proof of his love for you

Seungmin - low-key private

‌by all means, it would be private

‌just you and him having your quality time together when he suddenly asks for your hand in marriage

‌the moment itself would be private yk

‌but the moment you step out of the room the boys would be there waiting for the news 😭

‌or he'd have told your friends, who are waiting expectancly, but they wouldn't be there on the moment

‌overall: some people would know he was about to propose. They would be waiting anxiously for the answer. However, in the moment, it would only be the two of you

I.N - private

‌he would propose spontaneously !!

‌hear me out

‌no plans, not even a ring maybe, just his most genuine love and devotion towards you

‌and it would strike him at the most random moment

‌so he'd just simply propose to you one day, just the two of you

‌and then you'd enjoy each other's company for a very good while

‌when the time comes to tell the news to other people, every single person would be genuinely surprised

‌because it was so out of the blue?? But it also makes so much sense??

Masterlist | you'll probably like: even after all

Reminder that this is all fiction, this does not represent the members in real life!

Taglist (open!): @yuyubeans @dandelions-143 @sleepyleeji @jinnie-ret

Dividers by @saradika-graphics | images 1, 2 and 3

[yuu-kantokusei]

Valentine's Day❤️❤️❤️

Third year version

Characters: Cater, Trey, Leona, Vil, Rook, Idia, Malleus, Lilia

TW: cute, fluff, wholesome

♦️Cater Diamond

Cater kicks off Valentine's Day with an energetic selfie spree, dragging you along for the ride. "Come on~! We need at least twenty cute pics for my Magicam story!"

But amidst all the fun, he suddenly pulls out a small heart-shaped box. Inside is a delicate charm bracelet, each charm representing something meaningful—your dorm, a tiny camera, even a little cupcake. "I saw these and thought of you! Cute, right?"

As you admire the gift, he gives you a rare, softer smile. "You make my days way more fun, y’know? Hope you stick around, my fave little Valentine~!"

♣️Trey Clover

Trey surprises you with a special Valentine’s treat—an entire cake, personalized with your name in icing. "Made this just for you," he says, placing it in front of you. "Hope you like it"

As you share the cake, he hands you a small, elegant box. Inside is a silver spoon engraved with your initials. "Figured you could use a good luck charm" he says with a chuckle.

The rest of the afternoon is spent in quiet comfort, baking together in the Heartslabyul kitchen. "Valentine’s isn’t just about romance," he says thoughtfully. "It’s about appreciation too. And I really appreciate you."

🦁Leona Kingscholar

Leona acts like he doesn't care about Valentine’s Day, but when you find a wrapped package on your desk, his scent lingers on it. Inside is a soft, high-quality scarf.

Later, when you go to thank him, you find him lounging under a tree. "Took you long enough to notice," he mutters, eyes half-lidded. "You’re always runnin’ around in the cold. Don’t want you gettin’ sick."

He lazily tugs you down to sit beside him, resting his head in your lap. "Since you’re here, might as well stay. Ain’t got nothin’ better to do than nap with my favorite herbivore." His tail flicks, betraying how much he enjoys your company.

👑Vil Schoenheit

Vil presents you with a beautifully wrapped gift the moment he sees you. Inside is a set of luxury skincare items tailored to your needs. "A beauty as radiant as you deserves proper care," he says with a pleased smile.

He then takes you to a private rooftop dinner, where everything is curated for aesthetics and elegance. As the sun sets, he studies your face. "Out of all the things I strive for, your happiness is one I truly wish to see."

Before you leave, he carefully applies a bit of lip balm to your lips. "Can’t have you walking around with chapped lips, darling," he teases, but his touch lingers a second too long.

🏹Rook Hunt

Rook approaches you with a flourish, handing you a handwritten letter sealed with wax. "Mon trésor, today is a day to celebrate the beauty of devotion! And so, I dedicate this poem to you!"

His words are grand, poetic, and filled with admiration, making your face heat up. Before you can respond, he presents a beautifully carved wooden bow. "A hunter must always cherish their most valuable companion. Let this be a symbol of our bond!"

He then whisks you away on a nature walk, pointing out the beauty in everything—from the way the wind moves to the way your eyes light up when you smile.

🎮Idia Shroud

Idia avoids you all day, only for Ortho to deliver a wrapped box on his behalf. Inside is a limited-edition plush from your favorite game. There’s also a shaky, handwritten note:

"Happy Valentine’s. Don’t make this weird."

Later, you manage to find him hiding in his room, his hair glowing pink. "Ugh, I knew you’d come looking for me," he groans. "I mean… I guess it’s cool that you liked the gift or whatever."

Despite his grumbling, he lets you stay, the two of you gaming together late into the night. At one point, he mumbles under his breath, "This… isn’t so bad."

🐉Malleus Draconia

Malleus appears before you at midnight, inviting you for a walk under the stars. He gestures to the sky, where countless glowing wisps float around you. "I wished to give you a sight as enchanting as you are," he says softly.

He then hands you a beautifully crafted pendant in the shape of a dragon. "This holds a minor enchantment," he explains. "Should you ever need me, it will guide me to you."

As you stare in awe, he gazes at you with quiet intensity. "I have lived many years, yet this is the first Valentine’s I have truly cherished. Because I spend it with you."

🦇Lilia Vanrouge

Lilia starts the day by pranking you with a questionable batch of homemade chocolates. "What? It’s the thought that counts!" he laughs as you gag.

But later, he surprises you with a beautifully played violin piece, dedicating the melody to you. "Music is the language of the heart," he says, eyes twinkling. "And my heart sings for you."

His real gift, however, is a small, enchanted music box. When opened, it plays a soft lullaby. "A tune to remind you that you are always loved," he says, patting your head fondly.

[haydenthewitch]

okay so. comphet victim eddie diaz suddenly relizes that he's intrested in buck right? luckly, buck is just as intrested in him, and so they get together.

and eddie starts to encounter... um.... a slight problem.

he wants to touch buck, all the goddamn time.

the thing is, eddie has never been a very touchy, feely person in relationships. Back in high school, he dated shannon, and while all the other highschool couples were literaly all over each other, all the fucking time, shannon had told him early on that she didn't like much PDA in the school hallways and eddie was respectfull of that. They hugged, and kissed (and made chris) in private, but even hand holding was rare for them. Eddie was okay with that. he always used to scoff at pepole frenching in the hallway, talking about how it realy wasn't HARD to keep your hands to yourself. Some of his guy frenids would look at him funny, but he always thought that it was a "them" problem.

And after shannon passed, that traditon contuinied. He always reasoned he was just a provate person in relationships. That he didn't need to be in public acting like a teenager and that he didn't need his son seeing any of that at home. Any Girlfrenid he had was respectful and accepted that eddie was just like that. (Looking back on it... jesus. those women were saints.)

And then he starts dating buck. And it's like every fact in the universe just... shifts.

He suddenly understands the urdge to always be on top of your partner (or have them laying on top of you). He gets impulses to kiss buck every twenty seconds. He knows now why it must have seemed impossible to 'keep your hands to yourself' now. IS THIS WHAT EVERYONE ELSE WAS FEELING?? THE WHOLE TIME??

and look. None of the women he's ever dated have been... unpleasent. He felt an unwavering duity and devotion to these women. He thought that.... well, that is all love is. A promise to be devoted till death. a partner through life. And he feels all if those emotions with buck too! But he's never... He never understood what bashfuly blushing has felt like before buck. Buck makes him giddy. He's never....

(The sex with women wern't bad eather. it was nice. relaxing. Like a bath at the end of a very long week. But he has NEVER. not ONCE. felt so..... INTENSE like it does with buck. He suddenly understands porn where pepole moan and whine a lot. He never used to do that before... buck.)

So yeah, Comphet victim eddie diaz goes a little fucking insane for the first three-ish months dating buck. It's like Buck has suddenly spelled out every interaction he's ever had aroynd love, all the while making his life so much better (and plesent... and plesurable....). He desperatly chases the feeling, trying to understand it before he fucks up and they break up.

(Around the fourth month, eddie finds a ring, hidden in bucks sock drawer, with the words "Buckely-diaz" custom carved into the band. Turns out, buck is just as insane about eddie as he is about buck, and this might be eddie's new forever. Buck is going to be his husband one day. He expects panic at the thought of another marrige... but it just doesn't come. Apparently buck is going to be eddie's husband.... that thought bounces around his head for about twenty seconds before he goes and find's his boyfreind and absoulty jumps his bones. Turns out, He has forever to identify all of the feelings he's been having about buck.)

[josephquinnswhore]

filling the missing pieces - Dave York x female reader

summary: when Dave’s wife leaves him and takes the kids, he finds a replacement, in you. But as the sheriff, he has to keep up the act of trying to find you.

word count: 1.7k

content warning: ⚠️ Dead dove do not eat⚠️ read warnings before reading!!! kidnapping, power play, manipulation, reader has stockholm syndrome, throat fucking, age gap reader mid twenties, mentions of starvation, sensory deprivation, abuse of power, being shackled, restraints, cum training, cumming in food, degrading, use of mama/angel/daddy, afab, reader is pregnant, Dave cums down readers throat. missing persons investigation. mouth spitting. face fucking, somnophilia, reader wears lingerie. dave is divorced and hates his wife…she took the kids. @sunshineispunk

My contribution for Dead Dove December 2024. @romana-after-dark

Part two.

He sits at his hardwood desk staring at the metallic tag with his name on it, the inside of his office is stuffy despite the chilled gust of the air conditioner blowing directly onto the back of his neck. The hairs stand upright at the sensation.

The papers in front of him are scattered, stacks of papers and documents he had to stifle through. From phone reports to anonymous tips. Reports of a possible sighting of a missing person; you.

The paper felt thick in his hands, the sheet of good quality paper was one your parents had mandated and paid for out of pocket.

He had your wanted flier memorised.

Mid twenties, height, age, weight, facial features, the length and colour of your hair. Even the date of your last official sighting.

Everyone knew what the chances were of you being found at all, let alone alive. Everyone knew, the first forty eight hours are critical to any missing persons investigation. This was no different, worse, if anything. A young, beautiful woman like you.. your disappearance couldn’t have led to anything good.

But it had been four months to the day.

Austin was a relatively quiet town, and Dave hadn’t ever seen a case like this, the last kidnapping was little over thirty years ago well before he joined the police force. As the sheriff, it was his responsibility to handle the case, worse off—the press. His first high profile case, and he was working his ass off, everyone could see just how devoted he was to the cause.

Even when everyone else had given up hope.

A knock rattles the blinds on the window of his door. “Come in.”

Another officer removed his hat, holding it to his chest to show respect as he swung the door open, hand still wrapped around the handle. “Sir, the press meeting is in five minutes.”

Every thought that Dave had about possibly fighting your case spiralled at the distraction. “Right.” He sighs wearily, taking his suit coat off the back of his chair and pulling his arms through it, straightening his collar. Taking a look at his sheriff's badge before he strolls out of the freezing climate of his personal office.

All eyes are on him, the camera is rolling live to thousands of folk, to whomever had access to a television. Your parents were giving up hope, the light in their eyes wisping away with each conference. They’d spent thousands of dollars on resources, conferences, fliers, private investigators, no one had heard or seen a thing about you since you disappeared.

Dave stands in front of the microphone, his rehearsed speech rolling off his tongue with a sense of empathy.

“We are pleading once again, for everyone to think of this young woman and her parents, the impact this is having on us all. We are asking any possible witnesses to step forward if you have seen or heard anything in regards to this case that might help us. We just want to bring this young woman home to her parents.”

The reporters are holding microphones toward him, arching their arms taut as far as they could. The flashes of pictures being taken make him squint.

A barrage of questions are being shouted at Dave.

“Do you know if the girl is alive?”

“Why are you wasting taxpayers money?”

“Is it true your wife left you?”

Dave knows he shouldn’t have said anything, he should’ve kept his head level and left with his right hand officer.

But he wasn’t going to let them speak about you like this.

Instead, his face reddens, a thick vein bulges out of his forehead. “I have been relentless in trying to find this girl! Sacrificed my own family, I have put my blood, sweat and tears into finding this girl,” he roared, the anger carried through the room. “What have you all done? Nothing. Nothing but pry and harass the parents that are suffering.”

There had been rumours of Dave being divorced, his two girls taken away due to the case. In the truth of the matter his wife filed for divorce well before you disappeared. And now it seemed the entire town knew.

“Now if you all don’t mind, I have work to do, the case isn’t going to solve itself.”

His footsteps are heavy, and the room was silent as he walked out of it. Perhaps it was a little too much for him to blow up like that.

But he had to convince them, everyone. The world. That he was a struggling father and husband first, a man who could sympathise with the parents and the young woman.

That he would stop at nothing until you return.

LATER THAT EVENING

The home he walks into isn’t one he feels comfortable in.

Not that he actually gave a fuck that his wife had walked out on him, but he missed his girls. His two daughters, the light of his life. Snuffed by a bitter wife who wanted to punish him by taking them away.

Using his own children to hurt him. Wench.

He learned the hard way, even as the sheriff of this town; that women were almost always ruled in favour of full custody of the children in the court.

He locks the door behind him, thoughts swirling bitterly around his mind as he takes off his suit coat and hangs it by the door.

But he knew there’s one thing that would always make him feel right at home.

Beelining for his bedroom, he leans against his work desk and pushes it agaisnt the wall, lifting the Persian rug that covered a trap door.

He takes the key out of his pocket, and opens the wooden door, climbing down the ladder into the basement.

“Angel?” He coos, the sound is barely registered through the soundproof walls.

As he jumps down, he turns the light on, and his eyes focus in on you.

Your eyes flit open as the light flicks on, sitting up as best you could with the heavy shackles on your wrists and feet.

“Dave?” You call out softly, lifting your hands to rub your tired eyes.

He approaches, kneeling beside the bed. “Don’t say anything, angel. I’m here to look after you.”

A quiet, doubtful whisper escapes your lips. “Do they miss me?”

His heart aches at your innocent question, the tears welling in your eyes. The desire to be needed.

But he squishes that hope down. “No, angel. They quit lookin’ for you. I told you they don't care ‘bout you, didn’t I?”

His hand trails down your cheek in a soft caress.. “but you know I care about you. Don’t you?”

You nod against his hand, and he believed you.

It had taken months to get you to this point, finally giving into him, after using many methods to wear you down.

Food restriction, starvation, degradation, sensory deprivation, chaining you up. He had even cum in your food for two weeks straight to train you to love the taste of him. Preparing you so that he could stuff himself in your mouth.

It had taken quiet than he thought it would to break you down, you don’t scream or cry anymore. Hadn’t for a while. In fact he could see that now; you return the loving gaze.

He prodes the key into your heavy shackles to unlock them, rubbing the small red rings around your wrists.

“Don’t want anythin’ happenin’ to my angel do I?” He utters to himself, bringing your wrists to his lips to kiss the ache away.

“You’re glowing, angel.” The praise against your skin makes you shiver. “Must be from daddy’s cum.”

He loved how you looked in your rose gold lingerie nightwear he’d brought for you.

“Thank you. I missed you today. Did a lot of reading. I’m grateful for the books.” He loved how confident you’d become since you’d been with him.

No more introverted girl across the street.

“Atta girl. It’s good to keep your mind busy.”

His large thumb caresses your lips apart, and you open your mouth for him, poking your tongue out. A twisted smile stretches his lips wide, and he spits onto your tongue, forcing you to follow as he sticks his thumb down your throat.

“Such a good girl.” He praises, and you whine, sucking on his thumb softly, swirling your tongue around it to entice him, he lets out a low groan.

“Do you want more of me?” He purrs.

“Please, please, please,” you whimper softly, muffled by his thumb in your mouth. You’d grown so used to the feeling of his thickness stuffing your mouth, you felt empty without it. “Need you.”

He removes his moist thumb and pulls his thick, weeping cock out of his slacks. Both hands grip the back of your hair, forcing the leaking tip into your mouth.

“Open up, for me, angel.” He coaxed, and you obey. Mouth relaxing as it opens wide.

Sliding half of his length inside of your mouth, he throws his head back. Clenching his eyes shut.

He rams into your throat causing it to constrict and you to gag around him, jaw starting to ache as he uses you.

Hips pressing into you desperately, with each effort of bottoming out down your throat he can feel your nose against his public hair.

“Takin’ me so well, angel.” He praised, low and guttural. “Fuckin’ swallowin’ me.”

Tears are falling down your cheeks, snot and spit drooling down your face and his legs as he fucks into your throat.

The sight of you was enough for his heavy balls to constrict and fill his thick, warm load inside of your mouth, trickling down your throat gives you no choice but to swallow. He growls, fingers curling around your hair, impossibly shoving himself deeper into your throat.

His pants are heavy, thick as he pulls himself out of you. Wiping your tears away, he leans down to kiss your forehead.

“I love you,” you whisper hoarsely.

He hums against the warm, sticky skin of your cheek in approval. Nose pressed into your temple.

“I love you too, and my precious babies. You’re going to be the best mama ever, aren’t you?”

His hands trail down to your swollen stomach, where he prayed he had filled you with multiple babies.

You nod reverently, hands holding his own on top of your swollen stomach. No secret that you’re incredibly excited to be a mother. “I hope we have two. A boy and a girl. You’re gonna be the best dad to these babies.”

That makes Dave’s heart lurch inside of his chest. “Me too, angel.”

He knew he had chosen the right one and he wouldn’t ever share you with the world again.

[vortexbloom]

Yandere Capitano as your Lover (Headcanons)

Pairing: Yandere Capitano x Reader

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Warnings: Obsessiveness, Isolation, Possessiveness, Punishments, Yandere themes

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Masterlist - Genshin Impact

Moodboards - Genshin Impact

Masterlist - Honkai Star Rail

Boycott List

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English isn’t my first/native language, so there might be misspellings etc.

I do NOT own any Characters !

Have fun reading this :D

Art by: @glasspunk on X (Twitter)

⟡ Capitano‘s love is overwhelming and all encompassing. Your safety becomes his sole priority, to the point where he’s willing to eliminate any perceived threat without hesitation.

⟡ He would justify his actions and necessary, believing that no one else could protect you as he can.

⟡ While his demeanor remains stoic, Capitano’s devotion runs deep. He doesn’t outwardly express affection often but but ensures you‘re always taken care of, sometimes to an unsettling degree.

⟡ His eyes may soften only when he’s alone with you, revealing possessive tenderness.

⟡ Capitano would subtly or overtly isolate you from others. He believes the world is too dangerous and that you‘re safest when you rely solely on him.

⟡ Any friendships or relationships that challenges his authority over you would be swiftly dismantled, either through manipulation or intimidation.

⟡ Capitano expects absolute loyalty from you, but in return, he offers the same. Betrayal isn’t an option in his mind, it simply cannot exist.

⟡ He would go to great lengths to prove his loyalty, even if it means committing heinous acts in your name.

⟡ Capitano wouldn’t vocalize his possessiveness often, but his actions would speak louder than words. A single glance at someone who gets too close to you should be enough to send chills their spine.

⟡ You might feel his presence constantly, as if he’s always watching you from the shadows to ensure your safety.

⟡ Capitano doesn't tolerate disobedience lightly. If you defied him, his punishment would be cold and calculated, a silent reminder of his control.

⟡ However, he also believes in rewarding compliance. He might surprise you with lavish gifts or moments of rare vulnerability to reinforce your bond.

⟡ Capitano genuinely believes his actions are for your benefit. In his mind, his obsessive love is a shield, not a prison.

⟡ Despite his darker tendencies, he cherishes you deeply and would do anything to keep you by his side, even if it mean making you fear him just a little.

⟡ In public, Capitano maintains his stoic and commanding persona. He expects you to reflect his composed demeanor, standing as his equal in strength and grace.

⟡ In private, his guard lowers slightly. He might cradle you with surprising gentleness, whispering promises of eternal devotion.

⟡ Capitano deals with rivals ruthlessly and without hesitation. A single misstep by someone vying your attention could result in their swift disappearance.

⟡ He would likely ensure you never ever hear about these incidents, shielding you from the extent of his possessivenesses.

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