#just a bit of domestic bliss and banter

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Please please please make another Elijah fic with him being a dad please please please 🙏🙏🙏

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{Elijah Mikaelson x f!reader} It’s the day after your third child is born… and the best day of Elijah’s immortal life.

♡♡ Oh you want more dad!elijah? Here is a continuation of family man. This one is sappy as hell and so family centric. The ending the Mikaelson's should've had ~ ♡♡

9.2k words {not sorry} - Warnings: tiny bit of smut near the end, soft!dad Elijah, postpartum tenderness, new baby fluff, domestic chaos, vampire immortality angst, Elijah being the best dad alive, Klaus getting emotional, sibling banter, glitter-related incidents, four cats (including one cryptid) and some quiche...

The compound was still cloaked in the grey-blue hush of early morning when Elijah crept into the nursery, where the cradle he had built was set up in the corner. He peered over the edge, smiling at the newest member of his family.

"Hello, little love," he whispered, brushing his finger against her plump cheek.

She stirred a little, one hand escaping the blanket to flex and curl, her tiny fingernails glinting in the soft light. She made a gurgling noise and kicked her little legs, but her eyes remained closed.

Elijah’s smile grew as he watched her sleep peacefully. It had only been one day, and already she had wrapped his heart around her tiny finger, just as her two older siblings had done. His beautiful little girl, born just hours ago. With a full head of dark hair and big brown eyes, just like his.

“Daddy?”

He turned at the sound of his other daughter’s voice. Bex stood in the doorway, her favorite blanket clutched in her hand, her face still creased from her pillow.

"What are you doing up, darling?" Elijah asked softly, walking to the door and scooping her into his arms.

She yawned and curled her head on his shoulder, still drowsy from sleep. "I want to see the baby," she mumbled.

Elijah pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Okay, but we have to be quiet, alright? She's sleeping."

He carried her over to the bassinet, resting his hand gently on the baby’s stomach. "Do you want to say hi?"

She nodded and peeked over the edge, a grin spreading across her face. "She's so cute!" she exclaimed and the baby stirred, legs kicking some more.

“Shhh,” Elijah said. “We’re going to wake her up.”

“Oops.” Bex covered her mouth with both hands, giggling softly. Elijah chuckled too, unable to resist the sound of her laughter.

He shifted Bex slightly in his arms, settling her more securely against his chest. His smile faded, not quite reaching his eyes. 

“Are you sad?” she asked quietly.

“What? Why would I be sad?” He frowned gently at her question.

“You always look sad when you think no one’s watching,” she whispered, her little hands curling into his shirt.

Elijah’s heart stilled. He pressed her closer. “No, sweetheart,” he assured her. “I’m not sad. Not even a little bit.”

“Promise?” she asked, her voice small.

“Promise,” he said, kissing the top of her head. “Now, let’s get back to bed. We have to be very quiet so we don’t wake the baby.”

She nodded, resting her head on his shoulder as he carried her out of the room. He passed Henry’s door on the way, the boy fast asleep, clutching a tiny wooden horse his uncle Klaus had carved for him.

When he arrived at Bex’s room, he gently set her down and tucked the covers around her the way she liked. “Goodnight, sweetheart,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss her forehead.

“Goodnight, Daddy.”

“Sweet dreams.”

He lingered for a moment in the doorway, then crept back into the hall, pausing outside the nursery. He glanced in one last time, his baby daughter safe and sound, her tiny chest rising and falling in steady rhythm.

The world felt hushed. Sacred. And for a moment he felt his throat tighten, his eyes mist with tears. But he quickly swallowed the emotion, the sudden swell of love, the strange mix of joy and sorrow.

Because the moment would not last.

His children would grow, and his youngest daughter would learn to walk and talk, and he would be forced to watch the world turn. Watch them change, watch them slip through his fingers.

He would have to say goodbye.

Elijah shook himself and turned away, heading down to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. He needed a distraction from his dark thoughts, and making eggs was a surefire way to clear his mind.

He pulled open the fridge and frowned, his gaze sweeping the contents. He grabbed a carton of eggs, an assortment of veggies and a large stick of butter before turning his attention to the cupboards, where he found a bag of flour.

As he went about preparing the meal, making the dough for some quiche, his mind drifted back to the previous day. To the birth of his daughter. To how strong and amazing you were, his perfect wife. To the way you held her in your arms, the wonder and awe and joy on your face, the tears that sparkled in your eyes.

He couldn't stop the smile that spread across his face, nor did he want to. His heart swelled, and he began to hum softly under his breath as he chopped the vegetables, the sound of his knife against the cutting board echoing through the empty kitchen.

You were recovering and Elijah knew you needed lots of rest and good food after giving birth. He took it upon himself to be your own personal chef, making sure you were well-fed and taken care of. Klaus would tell him he could just compel the finest chefs from around the world, source the freshest ingredients and have them delivered straight to the compound, but Elijah enjoyed the act of cooking for you.

It made him feel so human. So normal.

Besides, he enjoyed the solitude. The chance to be alone with his thoughts. He didn't get much of that these days. Not with three -now four- children running around, his siblings and their partners also living here, the whole house abuzz with activity.

A noise behind him interrupted his musings. He glanced over his shoulder to see Klaus sauntering into the kitchen, his hair tousled and no shirt. He merely grunted in Elijah's direction as he put on the coffee, the scent of it slowly filling the air.

"Good morning," Elijah greeted, trying not to sound too cheery.

"It's barely six," Klaus muttered, rubbing a hand across his jaw. "What's so good about it?"

Elijah didn't answer. Instead, he prepared the pie dough, sprinkling flour on the counter and rolling out the chilled mass with his rolling pin.

Klaus yawned and stretched, the joints in his spine cracking, watching as Elijah divided the dough into four pie plates, his eyes heavy-lidded.

"Pies, brother? Really?"

Elijah rolled his eyes. "Quiche."

Klaus snorted. "Whatever."

"Does that mean you don't want any?"

Klaus scowled and pushed away from the counter. "Don't be an idiot."

Elijah suppressed a grin, his gaze focused on forming the pies, crimping the edges with perfect precision.

Klaus poured himself a cup of coffee and stood next to Elijah, leaning against the counter and sipping his drink, watching his brother with quiet amusement.

"So... How's the baby?" he finally asked.

"Perfect," Elijah said, not bothering to hide his smile. "Absolutely perfect."

Klaus raised his eyebrows. "And have you picked out a name yet?" His tone was light, but Elijah could detect a hint of impatience in his voice.

"We have," Elijah confirmed, cracking egg after egg into a bowl with one hand.

Klaus waited. When Elijah didn't offer up the information, he huffed. "Well, what is it?"

Elijah ignored him and began to whisk, smiling to himself as Klaus grew more and more agitated.

"Don't make me torture it out of you," Klaus grumbled.

"Niklaus, if you torture it out of me, then there will be no quiche," Elijah replied mildly.

Klaus chuckled, and grabbed the cheese grater and a block of cheese from the fridge, beginning to grate some for the filling.

They worked together in silence for a while, Elijah adding the ingredients to the quiches. Klaus preparing the bacon and sausage, the sizzle and smell of the meat filling the kitchen.

The sound of tiny footsteps padding down the hallway broke the silence. They turned to see Henry carrying two of the cats, one cradled in each arm, their tails swishing.

"Uncle Nik! Dad!" he cried, a grin spreading across his face.

"No cats in the kitchen," Elijah admonished, but his son was already placing the animals on the floor, their paws tapping across the tiles.

"It's only Rue and Sugar," Henry argued, pouting. "They're hungry,"

"You know how your father is about cat hair," Klaus mused, ruffling his nephew's hair. "If he finds even a single strand in his food, we'll all suffer the consequences."

Elijah shot Klaus a glare, and his brother smirked.

"Come, let's go feed the kitties, then we go rouse the others for breakfast," Klaus declared, ushering Henry and the cats out of the kitchen.

Elijah let out a sigh of relief and turned back to the quiches, the oven already preheated and waiting. He slid the trays in, set the timer, and wiped his hands on a towel before leaning back against the counter.

He let the temporary quiet settle in his bones, his gaze drifting to the window where the early light was beginning to stretch across the compound walls. The kind of light that made everything look softer. Gentler. Almost like it belonged to another world entirely.

His thoughts, of course, returned to you.

You were still sleeping, tucked away upstairs, hopefully deep in rest. After everything your body had been through, you deserved nothing less than total peace and he intended to protect that peace with everything he had.

Elijah glanced down at the coffee pot, before he filled up a mug, the contents steaming gently. With a small smile, he picked it up and left the kitchen, the quiet hum of the house following him as he made his way toward the bedroom. Toward you.

He opened the door slowly, careful not to wake you, and slipped inside, closing it behind him. The curtains were drawn, the room dim, but his sharp eyes could see clearly enough. You lay on your side, curled under the covers, Fig and Button stretched out beside you, the soft rumble of their purrs blending into one gentle hum.

He padded quietly over and set the mug on the nightstand before climbing onto the bed, careful not to disturb you or the cats. Although Button opened one sleepy eye, regarded him briefly, then closed it again, unimpressed. Fig didn't move at all, a silent guardian curled against your stomach.

His gaze swept over your features, the curve of your cheek, the softness of your skin, the fullness of your lips. His breath caught in his throat, his heart clenching as it always did when he looked at you.

"You smell like onions," you mumbled, not opening your eyes.

Elijah chuckled softly and leaned forward, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "I made quiche."

"Mmmm."

You rolled onto your back, opening your eyes. You looked sleepy, your hair tousled and wild. You stretched, then let out a soft groan of pain.

Elijah frowned. "How are you feeling?"

You grimaced. "Like I gave birth yesterday."

He winced. "Sorry."

You waved off his concern. "I'm fine." You sat up, and he helped you lean against the pillows. You took a sip from the mug and smiled.

"Thanks."

He settled himself next to you, his arm around your shoulders, careful not to jostle you. He pressed another kiss to your temple, his hand sliding into yours, his thumb stroking your knuckles.

You rested your head on his shoulder, and the two of you sat in silence, taking sips from the same mug and listening to the sounds of the house waking up.

A door slamming. Footsteps pattering down the hall. A shout. More footsteps, this time heavy, running. Four children under ten. Four cats climbing the drapes. Four original vampires all living under one roof. It was a miracle the place wasn’t destroyed every four minutes.

"I should get up," you said, making no effort to move.

"You should stay here and rest," he countered, his arm tightening around your shoulders.

You sighed. "I should probably at least shower and I really have to pee and then I have to feed-"

"Here," he interrupted, pressing the mug back into your hands. "Finish your coffee and take a shower, I'll bring our daughter to you."

"Our daughter." You repeated the words, a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth.

"Yes." He grinned and kissed you, "Our daughter."

"Another baby," you breathed, a smile tugging at your lips. "She's beautiful, isn't she?"

"She is," he agreed. "And so are you."

You laughed. "Liar."

"I am not lying." He reached up and brushed a stray lock of hair from your face. "Just like all the others, she's perfect because she's yours."

You shook your head, but you were still smiling, your eyes shining with tears.

"Don't say that sweepingly romantic shit when I'm all hormonal and vulnerable," you grumbled, taking another sip of your coffee.

"Come," he said, taking your mug and getting to his feet. "Let me help you."

He held out his hand, and you took it, letting him pull you gently to your feet. He wrapped an arm around your waist, steadying you as he guided you into the bathroom, the warm steam curling through the air as he started the shower.

You winced again, and his brow furrowed immediately.

"You're in pain."

"Yeah," you said softly. "Just a little sore."

He hesitated. Then, "You know I could take it from you. Just a few drops…" His voice was quiet, almost hesitant. "I would rather you not suffer at all."

You rolled your eyes. "Elijah, for the thousandth time, I’m fine. It’s not the first time I’ve had a baby. Freya’s herbs will do the trick, just give them a chance."

He let out a slow breath. “You’re impossibly stubborn.”

"And you're chronically overprotective," you replied, but there was a fond warmth in your tone as he carefully peeled your clothes away, his touch reverent. Like you were made of something sacred.

After your shower, he helped you back into bed with fresh pajamas and soft blankets. You were half-asleep before your head hit the pillow, exhaustion pulling at your limbs. Elijah brushed a kiss to your temple and promised he'd return with the baby.

He focused his hearing on the nursery, listening for his daughter’s heartbeat. There it was. Steady and strong. But there was another with it, a familiar rhythm.

Elijah smiled, already moving down the hall.

He pushed open the nursery door to find Rebekah seated in the rocking chair, his baby girl bundled up in her arms, her voice low and sing-song.

“Look, love,” she cooed, glancing up. “Daddy’s here.”

Elijah crossed the room in a few strides, already reaching for her. Rebekah handed the baby over without protest, watching as his arms instinctively adjusted to cradle her just right.

“Hello, my little one,” he murmured, brushing a finger across her cheek. She blinked up at him, her face still soft with sleep.

Rebekah stood and brushed a hand down his arm. “You did it again,” she said, smiling. “She’s absolutely perfect.”

Elijah looked down, his chest swelling with pride. He leaned closer, pressing a kiss to her forehead. She let out a little gurgling noise and squirmed in his arms, her fingers curling and flexing.

Elijah grinned. "I hardly did anything, it was all y/n," he corrected, swaying gently with her in his arms.

"Oh, you were certainly involved," she retorted, raising an eyebrow. "Don't be so modest."

He chuckled and turned his attention back to the baby. "How's my little one?" he murmured, gently running his finger over her cheek.

"I think she's hungry," Rebekah answered, reaching out to tickle the baby's chin. "Shall we take her to mama?"

Elijah nodded his eyes transfixed on the baby in his arms, her little hands stretching out for him, her eyes blinking. Her scent filled his nostrils, that sweet, milky baby smell.

His heart swelled. Then his timer went off.

The baby jolted at the loud noise and started to wail, her face screwing up. Elijah shushed her gently, rocking her back and forth, his voice low and soothing.

"It's okay, little one. Daddy's got you," he whispered, holding her close.

Rebekah watched with a smile. "Come on, brother," she said, patting his shoulder. "I'll take her to mum, you go get breakfast ready."

"Right," he muttered, handing the baby over, his arms feeling suddenly empty without her.

She took her niece and rocked her gently, bouncing her a little. The baby calmed almost immediately, her wails fading to a whimper, then nothing. Rebekah smiled and brushed her finger against the baby's cheek. "That's better," she cooed, tickling her nose.

Elijah watched, unable to keep a smile from spreading across his face. His heart was so full, his love spilling over. Then he remembered the quiches and cursed under his breath.

"Better hurry, brother," Rebekah teased. “I think I smell something burning,”

"Right," he repeated, darting out of the room, the lingering warmth of his little girl still clinging to his chest. His hands felt too light. Empty.

He exhaled slowly, rolling his shoulders back as he headed down the stairs, the scent of butter and herbs growing stronger with each step.

The moment his foot hit the bottom step, he regretted coming back down.

There were apples rolling across the floor.

And Kol was juggling three more… poorly.

“Catch!” Kol shouted, tossing one toward Henry, who missed it entirely and dove under the table to retrieve it with a shriek of laughter.

Klaus stood by the kitchen counter, coffee mug still in hand, now thankfully wearing a shirt, an exasperated look on his face. “If you make a mess, I’m compelling you both to clean this entire place with toothbrushes.”

Kol ignored him and tossed another apple, narrowly missing a vase on the counter.

Henry scrambled after it, laughing.

Freya stood by the stove, stirring a fresh batch of her herbs for your postpartum recovery, her gaze darting between the mix and the flying apples. Hayley appeared at Klaus’s elbow, plucking the coffee mug from his hand and taking a long sip.

“Hey,” Klaus protested mildly, turning to frown at her.

“You finished the entire pot so I'm stealing yours,” Hayley retorted, smirking.

An apple rolled across the floor and hit Elijah’s foot, and he pinched the bridge of his nose, a headache already forming. With a resigned sigh, he turned his attention back to the oven, carefully pulling out the quiches. The warm scent quickly filling the kitchen.

As he placed the last tray on the counter, his family began to trickle in, drawn by the promise of food.

Hope and Bex appeared first, both girls chatting animatedly as they pulled out chairs and took their seats. Then Kol, with Henry slung over his shoulder, the boy giggling as he clung to his uncle.

"Those apples were for your mother," Elijah said calmly, though there was a noticeable edge beneath his tone.

"Oh, calm down, Elijah," Kol grumbled, setting his nephew down and ruffling his hair. "We're just having a bit of fun. The apples are perfectly edible."

Henry nodded eagerly, his hair sticking up wildly. "Yeah, they're not even bruised! Mum won't mind."

Elijah resisted the urge to discipline his son, he needed to pick his battles, choosing instead to start slicing the quiches into neat portions. He passed plates to Freya and Hayley, who immediately began distributing them, handing out silverware, cups, and napkins. The chatter and clatter of dishes rose swiftly into a pleasantly chaotic symphony.

"Salt and pepper, please," Kol demanded dramatically.

"Napkin," Henry chirped, waving his hands, he only had a few crumbs from the quiche he had just bitten into. But he was fussy about that sort of thing.

Bex leaned over and whispered something to Hope that set them both giggling uncontrollably, nearly tipping a jug of juice in the process. Hayley caught the jug and began pouring them juice, scolding them lightly for their carelessness.

"Where's mother and the baby?" Klaus asked, his tone light but his brow furrowing.

"Resting," Elijah replied, handing plates to the girls, who eagerly grabbed their share.

"Can we see the baby later?" Hope asked, her mouth already full of food.

"Of course," Elijah replied, giving her a fond smile. "We're having a family dinner around six. I'll bring her down then."

She grinned and dug back into her quiche, excited to meet her newest cousin.

"Speaking of the baby," Kol said, his mouth full, "have you named her yet?"

"The name will be revealed at dinner," Elijah replied, trying his best to maintain his patience.

"Oh, come on, brother," Kol whined. "Just tell us now."

"Please, daddy," Bex added, giving her father her most pleading expression.

"Yeah, come on, Dad!" Henry chimed in as he reached for a second helping.

"Honestly, Elijah, spare us the theatrics," Klaus said with a wicked smile, clearly pleased that he had roped the kids in.

The noise rose steadily. Pleas overlapping, voices louder and more persistent, laughter bouncing off the kitchen walls.

Elijah let out a sigh and rubbed a hand across his forehead. Then he raised his eyes, his dark gaze sweeping over his family. Meeting each of their hopeful gazes in turn…with a silent but unmistakable challenge.

Immediately, everyone fell quiet, forks paused midair, expressions shifting from expectant to sheepish. Then, after a perfectly timed beat of silence, Elijah allowed himself a slow, victorious smile.

"Please, eat," he ordered, voice mild. "Before the quiches get cold."

As the others dug into their meals, the conversation shifted from the baby's name to other matters. Elijah gathered some food for you and carefully poured the special herb tea Freya had prepared. As he headed upstairs, he felt the tension ease from his shoulders, leaving the noise and chaos behind him. He found himself smiling softly at the quiet anticipation of seeing you again.

The bedroom was dim, the curtains still drawn. The cats still close by. You lay curled up next to them, the baby cradled in your arms. You were nursing her, her tiny mouth clamped onto your nipple, her little legs kicking gently.

Rebekah was perched on the end of the bed, watching, a soft smile on her face. She looked up as Elijah entered the room, plates and a mug in hand.

"Oooh, please tell me there is more of that quiche," she said, her eyes lighting up.

Elijah smiled. "Yes, and I brought some for you and y/n."

You looked up from the baby and smiled. "Thank you."

Rebekah looked between the two of you, and sighed dramatically. "Well, I can see when I'm not needed," she said, her tone only half-serious.

"I appreciate everything you do for us," you said, reaching out to squeeze her hand. "I really do."

She smiled and squeezed back. "I'm always happy to help, especially when it comes to my darling nieces and nephews."

She gave you a quick kiss on the cheek, and the baby a gentle caress, then headed toward the door.

"I'll leave you to your rest," she said, glancing back at you. "Call if you need anything."

"Thank you," you repeated, watching her go.

Once the door was closed, Elijah joined you, carefully placing the plate and mug on the nightstand. He settled himself on the bed and watched the baby nursing, his gaze softening.

"I want Henry and Bex to know her name before everyone else," you murmured, brushing a hand across her head.

Elijah smiled warmly. "Of course. Although, you do realize they'll announce it to the entire family within moments of learning it.”

You snorted. "Maybe. I have a feeling Henry is going to be a little protective, he's like his father in that way."

Elijah leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of the baby's head, breathing in her scent.

"They're so little," you murmured, running a finger over her cheek. "And they grow up so fast."

Elijah felt his chest tighten at the thought. He wanted to freeze time, hold onto this moment forever. All of you safe and warm and together.

You reached for his hand and threaded your fingers through his, squeezing. "Hey, where'd you go?"

"I was just thinking about how much I love all of you," he murmured, kissing your fingers. "How blessed I am."

"I think we're all pretty damn blessed," you said, smiling.

Elijah chuckled and reached out, brushing a finger across her cheek. "She's perfect, isn't she?"

You nodded, a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. "Absolutely perfect."

The courtyard looked like a glitter factory had exploded.

There were stickers on the coffee table. Stickers on the cats. Stickers on Kol’s face.

Elijah didn’t ask.

Kol sat cross-legged on the floor, Bex perched beside him, carefully applying a crown of pink unicorn stickers to his forehead. He looked unbothered. Slightly smug, actually.

“Uncle Kol’s letting me do his makeup,” Bex announced, holding up a lip gloss wand.

“Correction,” Kol said, closing one eye as she dabbed glitter onto his eyelid. “I’m allowing this because I’m a devoted uncle and a fantastic canvas.”

"Who decided we should get cats?" Klaus grumbled, holding Henry’s fluffball, Button, awkwardly under one arm as he swiped a broom across the floor, collecting tufts of fur and glitter.

“Mum and Dad,” Henry answered brightly from beside him, grinning. “And it was a great idea. U-uncle Nik did you k-know that when cats purr, it actually helps them heal faster? And some studies say it helps humans too! Also, they each have d-different meows!!! Rue’s is more like a chirp, and S-sugar squeaks when she’s hungry. B-button’s got this little trill he does when he wants to be carried.” His words tumbled over themselves, barely leaving space to breathe, his eyes shining with excitement.

Klaus chuckled and handed Button off to him, his features softening. “And what about Fig?”

Henry kissed the top of Button’s head before placing him gently back in his kitty castle. He paused.

“Fig’s… different,” he whispered, glancing around like he expected the elusive fourth cat to materialize from the shadows. His voice lowered to a near-whisper.

“Fig disappears a lot. Doesn’t really come when you call. Doesn’t make much noise either. Sometimes he watches you sleep, but not like Rue or Sugar or Button. It’s not... cuddly. Fig is weird. A little scary, sometimes.” Henry paused and straightened, a grin spreading across his face. “Sometimes I see him in Dad’s study. Just sitting on the windowsill. Watching. I don’t think he likes me, but that’s okay. I still love him.”

“Fig is creepy,” Kol muttered, now half bedazzled.

“He’s not creepy!” Bex argued, frowning, poking Kol on the nose with the lip gloss wand. “He’s just shy.”

“And creepy.”

Bex stuck out her tongue. “Don’t be mean.”

Kol rolled his eyes. “Fine. Creepy but cute. Happy?”

Bex considered it, chin tilted up, eyes narrowed. “Okay,” she conceded, nodding.

Klaus glanced toward the upper balconies like he half-expected Fig to appear right then. “Do you know where he is now?”

Henry shrugged. “Probably somewhere quiet. He likes it peaceful.” Then, after a beat: “Or she. No one really knows.”

“Doesn’t sound like they belong in this house,” Klaus muttered, earning a soft, agreeing ‘mmrp’ from Button.

“It’s good for the kids to have pets,” Rebekah called, leaning over the railing of the second-floor landing, looking down on the chaos. “Remember how many animals we had growing up?”

“I remember shoveling sh-”

“Niklaus,” Elijah interjected from the stairwell, voice clipped. “Children present.”

Klaus smirked, unapologetic, and returned to cleaning.

Elijah lingered at the foot of the stairs for a moment, quietly cataloguing the chaos like it was something sacred. Glitter in the rug. Cats sprawled across every surface. Kol being turned into a disco ball. Henry’s laughter echoing off the walls.

It was absurd.

And it was perfect.

You looked down at your sweet baby girl and smiled. She was asleep, her tiny hands curled up by her face, her lips parted slightly, a few wisps of dark hair clinging to her forehead. You were rocking her gently in an antique wooden rocking chair by the window, the early evening sun spilling in and making her glow.

You had managed to get some more rest in the afternoon, thanks to your doting husband and extended family. It felt good, having a newborn. Like the world was soft and bright, everything glowing and warm. You couldn't stop smiling, even though you knew the sleepless nights and endless feedings were only beginning. But you didn't mind. You had done this twice already, you knew the exhaustion and the chaos. You knew it well.

You brushed your thumb across her tummy, feeling a rush of pure love as she stirred in your arms.

You heard the bedroom door open, and looked up to see Elijah stepping inside, Henry and Bex following close behind.

"Hello, my loves," you said, smiling warmly.

"Hi mommy," Bex whispered loudly, grinning.

Henry crossed the room and crouched down in front of the rocking chair, looking up at you. His gaze flickered to the baby, and he held his breath, waiting.

You shifted the baby, adjusting her so her face was visible, then nodded, giving him permission.

Henry let out his breath, and leaned in closer, his eyes widening. He reached out slowly and gently touched her cheek.

"She's so soft," he whispered, awe in his voice.

"Can I touch her?" Bex asked, her voice hushed.

"Of course," you replied, chuckling softly.

Bex approached and knelt beside Henry, watching him, mimicking his movements as she gently brushed her fingers over her cheek.

Elijah knelt behind them, his arm around each child. You felt a swell of love, so much love. A deep, all-consuming warmth filling your chest, spilling out, touching everything.

"Now, remember what we talked about, a new baby means lots of changes. She might get fussy, or cry a lot. And that's okay. Just be patient, and loving, and she'll settle in soon enough," Elijah said, his voice soft, reassuring.

The kids nodded solemnly. All of them had their fathers big brown eyes, warm and earnest.

"Can we hold her?" Bex asked, glancing up at you hopefully.

"Not quite yet," you answered, smiling gently. "Soon."

Bex grinned and reached out, giving the baby's hand a little pat.

"Can I show her the cats?" Henry asked, looking up at his parents.

"Not today," Elijah answered, rubbing his shoulder. "She's too little for that just now."

"We have to keep her safe," you added, reaching out to run your fingers through his hair.

Henry nodded, his gaze softening as he watched her. "Don't worry mum, I'll protect her."

You grinned and glanced over at Elijah, sharing a knowing look. Your son, the protector. So much like his father.

"What's her name?" Henry asked, looking up at you, his gaze wide and full of wonder.

"You have to promise not to tell anyone," you said, giving them a mock stern look. "Keep it a secret until dinner is all I ask,"

"Promise!" Bex said, eagerly nodding her head.

Henry nodded solemnly. "We promise."

Elijah squeezed their shoulders. "Good. Now, her name is..."

Elijah stood before the tall mirror in your shared room, straightening his tie with a practiced hand. The suit was dark and fitted, crisp and ceremonial. More formal than he typically wore these days. But tonight it felt right.

He smoothed the tie down and examined his reflection, pleased. The last time he was dressed this formally was approximately nine months ago, the night your daughter was conceived.

He remembered that night fondly, a slow smile spreading across his face as it came flooding back. Clear as film, flickering behind his eyes

It started with a rare moment alone. All the kids had been whisked away for various sleepovers and playdates with family.

The two of you had dressed up and he cooked a meal for you, an indulgent three-course dinner, complete with wine, candles, and a bouquet of your favorite flowers. He always made a point to surprise you like this whenever the opportunity arose. A romantic to his core.

It hadn’t taken long for the two of you to retire upstairs, both of you a little tipsy, your bodies aching with desire.

He remembered helping you out of your dress, how you tugged on his tie, pulling him close, claiming his mouth in a heated kiss.

How he had carried you to the bed and laid you down, kissing you slowly, a deliberate show, enjoying how you bit your lip, eyes half-closed, body shifting impatiently against the sheets.

He grabbed a condom, rolled it on, and slowly eased into you. You arched against him, your fingers digging into his back, his name falling from your lips.

He set a slow, steady pace, letting you feel every inch of him, your body moving with his. It was always so perfect with you, like your bodies were made for each other, fitting together perfectly.

He didn't know what came over the two of you that night, nothing had been discussed, no plans had been made. Yet somehow, the conversation took place without words, between breathless moans and the slide of skin on skin, a wordless exchange.

He remembered pulling out, his cock still hard, resting against your stomach. He remembered the way you reached down, slowly removing the condom and tossing it aside. Then your eyes had locked with his as you started to stroke him again, savoring the weight of him in your palm.

"I want to feel you," you had murmured, a hint of desperation in your voice.

He leaned down to kiss you, his hands holding your thighs as he pulled them up, pressing into you again. The new angle had made you gasp.

"My beautiful y/n," he’d murmured, his voice low and thick with desire. “My perfect wife,”

Your hands clutched his arms, your fingers digging into his skin, nails leaving little marks. He could feel the heat between your legs burning hotter, the pressure building.

He could still feel the way your skin felt under his hands, as he ran his fingers down your chest, pressing into your lower stomach as he savored just how deep he was. His eyes never left yours, his gaze locked onto yours, searching, asking.

You nodded and he kissed you again, slow and passionate. His hands gripped your thighs, his thrusts becoming harder, more urgent.

He could still recall the way your fingers tangled in his hair, your thighs trembling around his hips, breath coming in short, broken gasps. 

"Come for me, Elijah," you had whispered to him, your voice wrecked and wanting. "Give me a baby.”

The look in your eyes had destroyed whatever control he had left. That soft, desperate plea was all it took. Elijah let go with a deep, guttural groan, his body curling into yours as his hips pressed deeper. He remembered the way you moaned his name, the way you had held onto him as your body trembled with your own climax.

The two of you had lain there, panting, clinging to each other in a sticky haze of sweat and sex and something deeper. Something more than biology, more than desire.

Elijah hadn’t wanted to move. Hadn’t wanted to break the moment. But eventually, you both cleaned up, curled into each other, whispering soft promises of love.

And new life had been made.

Elijah chuckled under his breath, shaking his head, the memory still warm in his chest.

“Something funny?”

He looked up. You were in the doorway, that new life now tucked against your chest, your hand gently cupping the back of her tiny head. A curious smile played at the corners of your mouth.

“Just thinking about the night she was conceived,” he said, his dark eyes glittering. “You really knew what you wanted.”

Your cheeks warmed, but you smirked anyway. “Yeah, well... so did you.”

You were wearing a soft blue cotton dress, your hair twisted up, a few wisps framing your face. Simple. Soft. Beautiful. Your daughter stirred slightly in your arms, her little fists curling into the air.

Elijah drank in the sight of you, his eyes trailing from your face to the curve of your waist, the gentle swell of your stomach, still soft from the pregnancy. You looked nothing like that night of passion…and yet somehow, even more radiant.

You caught him staring and raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“I think you’re stunning,” he said, stepping forward and reaching for your free hand, gently pulling you closer.

You laughed and shook your head. “And I think you’re a sap,” you teased, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his cheek.

Elijah smiled and wrapped his arms around you, his hand settling at the small of your back. He peeked down at the sleeping bundle between you. “And she’s perfect.”

You leaned into him, careful not to jostle the baby, and looked up to meet his gaze. “Nervous?”

“A little,” he admitted, smoothing his hand down your spine. “This… means more than I can put into words.”

You tilted your head. “You already did the hard part, Elijah.”

His brow rose. “Which part? Making her… or naming her?”

You laughed. “Oh, was making her difficult for you? Poor baby. Such a hardship.. having sex with me. How did you manage to survive…”

He chuckled, the sound deep and low, and leaned in to brush a kiss against your temple. “It was worth the struggle.”

You laughed quietly and shifted the baby in your arms, her little lips twitching in her sleep. “Ready to show her off?”

Elijah took a breath. Then he nodded.

“May I?” he asked softly, reaching for her.

You handed her to him gently, and Elijah adjusted his arms to hold her close against his chest. She stirred softly, letting out a little sigh as she was transferred, her fist still curled tight against her chest. Content, warm and unbelievably safe. His large hand cradled the back of her head, the way it had so many times already, with a kind of reverence that never seemed to fade. He looked down at her, his jaw tight with emotion, and then to you.

“We made her,” he said, almost to himself. Like he still couldn’t quite believe it.

You smiled, your fingers brushing his wrist. “We did.”

He adjusted her, making sure she was comfortable. “I still don’t know how I deserve this,” he murmured.

You only smiled, kissing his knuckles. “Good thing it’s not up to you.”

He kissed her forehead, breathing in that perfect baby smell, then took your hand. “Let’s go.”

The Mikaelson household was buzzing with warmth and gentle chaos. The table had been set beautifully, candles flickering softly, casting golden pools of light onto polished dishes and crystal glasses. Soft piano played somewhere in the background, blending harmoniously with the familiar hum of family chatter.

Klaus sat at the head of the table, leaning back comfortably in his chair, one hand lazily curled around a glass of bourbon as he listened to Kol reminisce about a pair of horses they had back in the 16th century. Marcel and Cami added the occasional comment, clearly enjoying the tale.

Freya, Rebekah and Hayley were watching the kids chase after the cats. Hope and Bex were laughing hysterically, Henry in hot pursuit, the cats scattering. The little boy had a sticker stuck to his sleeve, his hair was wild, his eyes shining with happiness.

Kol's story came to an end, and everyone laughed. Freya poured more wine, the red liquid flowing like silk into crystal glasses.

You and Elijah entered the room, the baby cradled gently in your arms, swaddled in a soft lilac blanket. Elijah's hand rested softly on your lower back, his expression was carefully composed. But you could sense the quiet tension beneath.

The room fell silent. All eyes turned to you.

Elijah cleared his throat, and you took a deep breath, a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. You were nervous, you realized. Nervous and excited.

You looked down at your daughter and felt a rush of joy, a deep, bone-deep warmth. You glanced over at Elijah and saw his lips twitching, struggling to suppress a smile.

"Everyone, we're thrilled to introduce you to our daughter," Elijah began, his voice full of warmth.

He let out an awkward cough, and you realised he was trying to keep his voice from cracking. Your heart clenched and you reached for his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

He smiled, grabbed a wine glass, and lifted it above his head, his other hand tightening around yours.

"For over a thousand years," Elijah began, his voice steady yet soft, "I believed myself beyond certain human experiences. Love, family, even hope.... these were fragile things, delicate threads easily severed by time or tragedy. I thought creatures like us, beings born from darkness and violence, could never truly find healing or happiness." His gaze drifted around the table, taking in the faces of his family. His friends, siblings, niece, children... all watching silently.

"And yet, here we stand," he continued, his voice quieter, full of reverence. "In a house filled with laughter and love. Together. Somehow...despite everything. Tonight, I find myself confronted by something I once thought impossible." He paused briefly, throat working as he fought against his emotions. He looked at you, his deep brown eyes bright and full of quiet wonder as his gaze moved down at his child.

"Healing," he murmured finally, as if the word were sacred. "Even for creatures like us. Perhaps especially for creatures like us."

Elijah turned then, focusing on Klaus, raising his glass even higher. Klaus was trying to look serious and emotionless but the look in his eye told you he was anything but.

"Niklaus," Elijah said softly, meeting his brother's eyes directly, "we have walked through lifetimes together. Shared triumphs, tragedies, wounds that refused to heal. I've watched you suffer greatly, bear burdens that no one should ever shoulder alone. Yet, despite it all you chose love. You chose to heal. And in doing so, you've shown me the way."

Klaus's jaw tightened, a visible tremor in his expression and the room seemed to hold its breath.

"And so," Elijah continued, his voice barely above a whisper now, "in honor of your strength, your courage, and the bond that binds us beyond eternity, we proudly name our daughter Nikolette."

There was absolute silence, a collective breath held. Elijah lowered his glass slightly, his expression open, vulnerable in a way he rarely allowed himself to be. "Our hope is that she carries not only your name but also your resilience, your fierce loyalty, and above all, your profound capacity to love and be loved."

He lifted the glass again, the candlelight flickering softly against the crystal, his eyes glistening.

"To family," he said gently, "and to the healing we never believed possible. Always and Forever."

His words faded into silence for a brief moment before Klaus surged up from his seat and embraced his brother, holding him close in a gruff, wordless display of gratitude. Elijah chuckled softly and patted his back, his eyes closed.

"Thank you," Klaus murmured roughly, voice thick with emotion. "Truly, thank you, brother."

Elijah hugged him tighter, briefly allowing himself the comfort of his brother's presence, anchoring himself in the warmth of a bond stronger than centuries of pain and loss.

When Klaus finally stepped back, eyes suspiciously wet, he gave a sharp nod and clapped Elijah affectionately on the shoulder, "Now, pour more wine, let's celebrate properly."

Laughter rippled around the room, breaking the solemn spell, glasses clinking joyfully as chatter rose again, everyone eagerly leaning in to welcome the newest member of the family. Nikolette Mikaelson.

Elijah smiled, blinking quickly to clear his vision, and reached for your hand once more, needing the quiet reassurance of your touch as the cheerful chaos surrounded him once more.

After dinner, the Mikaelson household gradually settled into a gentle, sleepy quiet. The guests had slowly drifted away to their respective rooms, wine glasses set aside, laughter fading into soft murmurs of goodnight. Freya had lovingly taken charge of Nikolette for the night, quietly reassuring you that she would keep watch, calming your anxiety about leaving your newborn, even for a few hours. The kids had been bundled into pajamas by Hayley and Rebekah, their sleepy voices drifting down the hallway as they protested weakly against bedtime.

You wandered through the now-silent house, looking for your husband. You paused to check the kitchen, finding only Klaus quietly sipping bourbon, giving you a knowing nod. He gestured down the hall, murmuring softly, "His study."

You found him standing by the window, the curtains open, the moon casting a silvery glow across his features. He was looking out at the street, his hands clasped behind his back, an empty glass dangling idly from his fingers. Still dressed from dinner. The suit looked sharp on him, almost too sharp. Like armor he hadn’t worn in a while. A relic from a colder, more distant version of himself.

"Hey, you okay?" you asked softly, stepping up beside him, laying a hand on his arm.

He jumped, startled.

"Yes, sorry," he muttered, clearing his throat, and setting down his glass. "Just needed a moment,"

You studied his profile, the way the shadows cast his features into sharp relief, his brow creased slightly, lips pressed into a thin line. You had seen this look before, the calm wall of fog that masked the raging storm inside him.

"Hey, Elijah, talk to me," you said, squeezing his arm, trying to turn him towards you.

He let out a deep breath, shoulders slumping, and turned toward you.

"I'm alright, my love," he said softly, reaching out and caressing your cheek with the back of his knuckles.

You leaned into the touch, the familiar warmth of his skin making you feel safe. You looked into his eyes, and could see he was hiding something.

"You're lying," you said, smiling gently.

He sighed and went to fill his glass. You reached out and snatched the bottle of bourbon from his hand, placing it on a nearby bookshelf. He raised an eyebrow but didn't comment.

"Tell me what's going on in that complicated brain of yours," you said, stepping back into his space, sliding your hands up his chest.

"It's nothing," he said, shaking his head. "Just a bit overwhelmed."

"Mmhm," you hummed, running your fingers up the back of his neck and into his hair, playing with the dark strands.

He let out a shaky breath, his gaze drifting down to the floor. The weight of the day was catching up to him. You could see how hard he was trying to hold back, to be strong for you.

"Hey, don't do that," you murmured, cupping his face, forcing him to look at you. "It's okay, I'm here. You don't have to keep it all locked up inside."

He swallowed hard and blinked quickly, the tension in his body visible. You took his hand and guided him to the sofa, tugging him down beside you.

You tucked yourself under his arm, resting your head on his shoulder and looking up at him, watching some of his tension slowly ease. He took a deep breath, and let it out, his grip tightening around your shoulders.

Fig jumped up from behind the sofa, startling you both. Elijah reached out and allowed the cat to climb across his shoulder before he lifted him onto his lap.

"Sorry, kitty," he muttered, giving him a quick scritch behind the ears.

You snorted, shaking your head. Fig meowed and curled up, closing his eyes. Perfectly content. Like he always was with Elijah.

"Fig likes you the most," you teased, nuzzling closer to his side.

"Perhaps," Elijah replied, rubbing the cat's head. "We're similar in many ways."

You snorted, and reached out to scratch the cat's head.

"So, you wanna tell me what's going on in there?" you murmured, glancing up at him.

He sighed, and leaned back, his fingers curling into Fig's fur. You pressed a kiss to his cheek and waited, giving him the time and space to find the words.

“Earlier,” he began hesitantly, eyes downcast, “when you refuse my blood, you won't let me heal you.. I felt… I feel...” He paused, searching for the right words, his brow furrowing deeply. “I feel as though I have failed you somehow. That despite all I try to do, I will never truly be enough to protect you. To care for you as you deserve.”

“Oh, Elijah,” you murmured, your heart aching at the pain in his voice. You reached over, gently placing your hand over his. “That’s not true. You take care of all of us so beautifully. You don’t have to fix everything."

He looked at you with those big brown eyes, so dark and full of sadness, and you felt your chest tighten.

"All of this feels like it's running through my hands," he whispered, gesturing vaguely around him, his expression raw and open. "Like I can't hold on. It's all sand... And before I know it, all of you will be gone." He shook his head, voice cracking. "Our children will grow. And one day, they'll leave. They'll live full, mortal lives and be taken from me by time…and I will remain. Alone."

Your eyes widened, tears springing to your eyes as you pulled him into a hug. His arms wrapped around you tightly, his face buried in the crook of your neck. You held him close, stroking his hair, his back, trying to comfort him.

"Elijah," you whispered, squeezing him gently. "You can't fixate on the past or the future. Just... Be here. Right now. In this moment. We're here, and we're okay."

"I know," he mumbled, his voice muffled. "I know that, intellectually, I just..." He trailed off, letting out a shaky sigh.

You kissed his temple and leaned back, smiling.

"Besides," you said, brushing a lock of hair from his forehead. "With this family, living a natural life is probably off the table," you added, shrugging with a soft chuckle.

"True," Elijah admitted, nodding. He gave a quiet laugh… perhaps a bit thin, but genuine… and leaned in, brushing his nose against yours.

You kissed him, gently at first, then deeper, more insistent.

"What was that for?" he asked when you pulled away, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"A reminder," you replied, smiling. "I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere."

He squeezed your bottom and you giggled, swatting him playfully. That warmth was returning now…slowly, steadily.

"Now, how about we go snuggle our kids," you suggested, grinning.

He nodded, smiling. “Let’s,”

Elijah was quiet as he followed you through the darkened halls of the compound.You pushed the door to Henry's room open and peered inside.

He was curled up with Buttons, Rue, and Sugar. His stuffed animals had been placed around him like little sentinels. You could hear him murmuring in his sleep, something about horses. You smiled and carefully stepped into the room, crossing to his bedside.

"Hey, my sweet boy," you whispered, smoothing his hair away from his forehead.

He mumbled something, and all three cats moved a little closer, tucking themselves up against him. You chuckled softly and reached out, gently running your hand over the three cats’ heads.

"Goodnight, little ones," you whispered, bending down and kissing Henry's cheek.

"G’night," Henry muttered, rubbing his cheek against the pillow.

You straightened and smiled at Elijah, who was watching silently from the doorway. He stepped in and crossed to the bedside, his footsteps making no sound.

"I'll protect her," Henry mumbled, half-asleep, his eyes still closed.

"I know you will," Elijah murmured, leaning in and kissing his forehead. "Sleep well, son."

"Goodnight, papa," Henry whispered, rolling onto his back, snuggling Rue against his cheek.

Bex was already asleep when you entered her room. She had kicked her blankets off, her legs tangled up in the sheets, one foot dangling off the edge. Her hair was a wild tangle of dark curls. You carefully tucked her in, straightening her pillow, brushing the hair away from her face. She smiled in her sleep, a soft little sound escaping her lips.

Elijah fixed her blankets, gently rearranging them so they wouldn't end up a tangled mess, and kissed her cheek.

"Goodnight, sweetheart," he whispered, straightening.

You smiled and followed him out the door, closing it gently behind you. He took your hand and you walked together in comfortable silence to the next room, Nikolette's room.

Freya had nodded off in the rocking chair by the window, a blanket draped loosely over her legs, her head tilted against the cushion. The baby slept peacefully in her crib nearby, her breathing soft and steady.

Elijah held you close as the two of you watched your baby sleep. He sniffled so quietly you almost didn't hear him. You reached out and touched his face, wiping away the tears that had gathered at the corners of his eyes.

He blinked rapidly and turned to you, a soft, tender look on his face.

"I am... so happy," he murmured, voice raw. "You have given me a life beyond anything I ever dared to hope for. And I’m terrified, because loving this deeply means losing it would destroy me."

"I know," you whispered, stroking his cheek. "But, we're here. And we're okay. We're together, and we have each other."

He leaned in and kissed you, his lips soft, gentle, full of emotion. You melted into his arms, the warmth of his presence wrapping around you like a blanket, making you feel safe and loved.

The two of you stayed there for a long while, the only sound was the soft breathing of your daughter and the beating of your hearts.

"I think," Elijah whispered, his voice a deep rumble as he kissed the side of your head, "it's time we got some sleep too."

You nodded, yawning. He chuckled, the sound low and deep, and pulled you closer.

"Come on, love," he murmured, wrapping his arms around you.

He carried you across the hall and into your room. Your bed was already turned down, a fire burning in the fireplace, casting a warm glow over the room. He set you gently down and slid in beside you, tucking you into his arms.

As Elijah watched you fall asleep, he found himself unable to tear his eyes away. Your eyelashes fluttered, the lines around your mouth relaxing, the gentle rise and fall of your chest calming him, reminding him that this was real, it was happening, and he was blessed with the gift of a beautiful life.

His mind drifted, thoughts wandering, memories swirling. A thousand years of sorrow, loss and suffering. A lifetime of pain and regret. And yet... here he was, wrapped in the warmth of true love. A family he created. A home filled with laughter and hope. A future filled with possibility.

He closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh, the weight of a thousand years finally beginning to lift. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and fell asleep, holding you tight, his heart full.

No matter what comes, no matter how uncertain tomorrow may be. 

He has this day.

This perfect, quiet day.

It would become the brightest in his long, immortal life.

[s4svnn]

Effortlessly pretty - Out of bounds drabbles

Summary: Your boyfriend always looked effortlessly pretty—but tonight, he was something else entirely. With his fluffy hair, glasses perched perfectly on his nose, and tattoos on full display, resisting him was impossible. What started as harmless teasing quickly turned into soft touches, flirtatious banter, and a reminder that no matter how good he looked, he was always yours.

Pairing: F1 racer Jungkook x reader

Genre: Fluff, lovers

Content tags: Soft!Jungkook, Whipped reader, Playful Banter, Established Relationship, Boyfriend!Jungkook, Teasing & Flirting, Tattooed Jungkook, Glasses Jungkook, Physical Affection, Hair Touching, Forehead Touching, Lap Sitting, Whispered Confessions, Gentle Touches, Soft Kisses, Domestic Bliss, Smug Jungkook, Weak for Each Other, Cute & Flirty as Hell, Boyfriend Privileges

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The moment I stepped into the living room, I nearly lost my footing.

Jungkook was lounging on the couch, his long legs stretched out in front of him, one arm draped casually over the backrest. His phone rested in his other hand, but he wasn’t paying attention to it. No, he was too busy looking ridiculously good—and I was too busy staring.

His dark, fluffy hair fell just past his ears, curling at the ends in soft waves that I ached to run my fingers through. A stray strand had fallen across his forehead, giving him an almost effortlessly messy look, like he had just rolled out of bed looking this stupidly attractive.

And the glasses. God, the glasses.

The thin frames sat perfectly on his nose, making his already unfairly pretty eyes look even bigger. They gave him an air of intelligence, but paired with his tousled hair and the way he was sprawled out in that chair, they also made him look utterly, devastatingly hot.

Then, of course, there was the tank top.

The white fabric clung to his torso in all the right ways, dipping low enough to reveal the sharp lines of his collarbones. His arms—his perfectly sculpted, tattoo-covered arms—were on full display, the intricate ink winding down his skin like something straight out of a fever dream. The way his biceps flexed ever so slightly as he adjusted his grip on his phone? Yeah, that was just cruel.

I was not okay.

Jungkook must have noticed my blatant staring because his lips curled into a slow, knowing smirk. He tilted his head, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement as he set his phone down. “Like what you see, baby?”

I snapped out of my daze, my face heating instantly. “Shut up.”

His smirk widened. “That’s not a no.”

I groaned, crossing my arms as I tried to collect myself. “You—” I gestured vaguely at him. “You know what you’re doing.”

Jungkook stretched his arms out lazily, his muscles shifting in a way that only made my situation worse. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

I scoffed. “Don’t play innocent. You’re literally sitting there looking like…that.”

He chuckled, tapping his fingers against the armrest. “Like what?”

I narrowed my eyes. “Like you crawled straight out of my fantasies.”

Jungkook let out a low whistle, his grin absolutely feral now. “Damn, baby. Didn’t know you thought about me like that.”

I rolled my eyes, even as my stomach flipped. “You’re so annoying.”

He patted his lap. “C’mere, then. If I’m so annoying, let’s talk about it up close.”

I hesitated for half a second before giving in—because let’s be real, I wanted to be up close. The moment I settled into his lap, his arms wrapped around me instantly, his hands resting low on my waist. He tilted his head up at me, his gaze full of mischief.

“So,” he murmured, his fingers slipping under my shirt to trace slow, lazy circles against my skin. “You think I look good tonight?”

I bit my lip, determined not to inflate his ego any further. “You always look good.”

He hummed, clearly pleased, before leaning in to press a kiss to my jaw. “But tonight?” Another kiss, this time just beneath my ear. “You really like how I look tonight, don’t you?”

I exhaled sharply, my hands instinctively finding their way into his hair. “Shut up.”

Jungkook chuckled against my skin, his lips moving to my neck, feather-light but enough to make my whole body heat up. “Nah, I think I wanna hear you say it.”

I tugged at his hair in retaliation, earning a soft groan from him. “You know you look good. You don’t need me to say it.”

His fingers dug into my waist slightly, his voice lower now. “I still wanna hear it.”

I rolled my eyes but finally gave in. “Fine. You look hot. Happy?”

Jungkook grinned like he had just won the lottery. “Very.”

I sighed dramatically. “You’re so full of yourself.”

“Only because my girlfriend looks at me like she wants to devour me.”

I gasped, smacking his shoulder. “Jungkook—”

He laughed, clearly enjoying himself, before pulling me in even closer. “I love it, though,” he murmured, his lips grazing mine teasingly. “Makes me wanna keep looking even better for you.”

I softened, my fingers threading through his fluffy hair. “You don’t have to do anything. You always look good to me.”

Jungkook’s playful expression melted into something softer, something more tender. His arms tightened around me, and he leaned in to press a slow, lingering kiss against my lips—one that left me breathless.

When he pulled away, he rested his forehead against mine, his voice barely above a whisper. “You’re the only person I wanna look good for, anyway.”

And just like that, I was completely done for.

[daisyjonesgf]

the lakes (4) // finnick odair x f. reader

summary: it's supposed to be over, you and Finnick are supposed to spend the rest of your lives helping each other heal. living as peacefully as possible, but the the third quarter quell throws a wrench in your domestic bliss.

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warnings: angst, fluff, mentions and allusions of trafficking and sexualization of reader/finnick by capitol, manipulation of someone's feelings, allusions of past break up, allusions to death/violence, playful banter, no use of y/n, UNEDITED, me trying to write peeta, trauma, allusions to mental illness, survivors guilt

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The couch in all its neon greeness had been the same over the last 6 years. With the same garishly neon blue pillows in obnoxious shapes and as you stared at it it brought back when you and Conway had anxiously sat on it. When you began nervously sucking up to him, playing his sensitive side.

“I'm worried about you." Finnick popped a grape into his mouth as he sat on one of the velvety seats at the table. Honesty was his new approach, to tell you exactly what he was thinking especially if it was about you to force you to do the same. You were only a couple hours into the morning and this was evident.

“Why, Finnick?" You sighed, not in annoyance, well maybe a little bit in annoyance, but mostly the sigh had been one of love.

“I know we've both been back before, but not as tributes. You're going to start thinking about your games again as we go through the same steps. I'm worried you won't stay grounded."

“Yeah, well, I have you and as long as I can be in your arms I'll be okay."

He nodded observing you carefully, to make sure you weren't repressing anything deep within you, but he seemed satisfied for now. “It's not just you, I'm sure we're all going to be thinking a lot about the first time we were in this position." Finnick shrugged, grabbing another handful of grapes.

“Are you gonna be able to stay grounded?" You asked, putting down the knife you were using to butter your toast.

"I've managed this long.” He smirked, leaning forward, "Plus I've got you, angel.” 

You rolled your eyes,"You're so cheesy.”

"What? So it's cheesy when I do it, but not when you do it?”

"Exactly.” You laughed. "Second day of married life and you're already catching on!”

"I'm a fast learner.” He raised his eyebrows, grinning.

The door opened and in came your escort. “Good morning, you two! Glad to see you've broken no more glasses, Finnick." She tutted, her dress was an eyesore to look at. You loved color, but her clashing bright ones made your head hurt.

“Nope, I've remembered my manners, Koalema.” 

"Well that's good! Oh look, we're so close to arrival.” She kept babbling about something probably nonsensical. Koalema, why had you never been able to recall that name? You felt bad for not remembering, but it was so hard when she was flurry of chaos and overstimulation. 

Finnick stood up and held his hand out for you, “Well here we go, angel. Be ready to put on that beloved smile and have those tears ready to spill. They love that about you." You took his hand and pulled yourself out of your seat.

“You don't need any instruction from me, always the charmer."

“Yeah, well I've had longer." The two of you prepared to greet the vultures waiting to eat up upon arrival. Standing in front of the window, hands tightly clasped together ready to gracefully swoop up your audience in their desired fantasy for the final time. 

To smile at the people who had taken everything from you and completely controlled every aspect in your life. How people saw you, your relationship with Finnick, your relationship with yourself and your body, anything that you could think of they had somehow pulled strings in it. All of your life was under their thumb and you realized the lengths you would go to stop that, what would life be like when all you had left was memories that never needed to be reopened?

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It was beautiful. There was more food than you'd ever be able to eat and not a single scent of the salty seafood you were used to. Bright colors etched into your brain and everything was so modern, so clean. You had no idea what you'd expected, but it blew you away.

“This is where you two will be staying on our way to the Capitol! Isn't it beautiful? No expense has been spared, District 4 has a pretty good reputation of course and we'd like to keep that! So be in awe, but not so much that you forget about that." The garish woman said so cheerfully you were convinced you misheard her.

“No we wouldn't want that." Conway muttered and the woman gave him a sharp smile.

“Make yourselves at home, I do believe the two of you are very lucky and get the one, the only Finnick Odair as one of your mentors this year. Let me check on that and possibly, Odine." Her heels clicked out the room which inexplicably opened just as she stood in front of it.

Home. You'd never see home again, never swim in the comfort of its waters, see your family, lay in the warm sand. Yes, you would if you could win this, but you couldn't. And Finnick, how were you supposed to think about strategy when he would be right there?

“Are you okay?" A soft hand landed on your shoulder and Conway's deep, brown eyes spoke as much comfort as they could for you. Of course you weren't okay, how could you be? But saying that wouldn't endear him into you, so you melted into his touch.

You shook your head, closing your eyes, and sniffling. “What about you? How was your family?" 

“Well at least I'm here with you and they'll be okay, at least they have each other too." Yes, at least you had someone you knew, yet also didn't that make it more difficult? He didn't ask about your family though, maybe if you kept a tally you'd feel less guilty by the end.

“Yeah, I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have someone I trusted. I'm just so scared, Conway.” With that you'd erupted into tears and he pulled his arms around you. They weren't stiff, but weren't comforting, not that you really needed his comfort.

“It's okay, we've got each other."

You already hated yourself.

With that the automatic door slid open, but you didn't tear yourself away. You knew who it would be, but he wouldn't believe you if you jumped from him. So you slowly moved your hands to wipe your face and made your voice shake as you let out your sweetest, “Thank you."

He nodded eagerly, he didn't say of course but you could see it in his eyes. A warm, but brisk voice interrupted the moment. “Glad you've already decided to ally with each other, makes it much more difficult when the tributes won't talk to one another." Finnick’s honeycomb sweet voice finally drew your eyes to his.

“Yes, it's an easier angle to work with." A tall woman beside him agreed, you recognized her from the screens, Ondine Afron, she sounded more tired then you'd remembered.

“We’ll be your mentors, teaching you with our experience the best ways to survive, how to get sponsors, and whatever else could help." Finnick grabbed a sugar cube from the bowl by the teapot, examining it before tossing it into his mouth.

Yes and him being a mentor could throw a wrench in your plans. Conway had heard every bit of the emotional rollercoaster that had been Finnick Odair, how could you convince him you loved him instead when the man of all your affections was right there.

“Nice to meet you both." Conway said curtly, he let himself glare slightly at the other man. Usually you'd scold him for this, you weren't the type to want tension, but you needed him to trust you. So you leaned into his side, looking up at him as innocently as you could. Willingly him with every molecule to believe you and for Finnick to leave you alone enough to make your performance more outstanding.

Later that night when you'd wandered the train's halls in a nightgown with a softness like you'd never experienced before, you'd passed by Finnick who had nothing but praise for the plan we could tell you were hatching. Of course he could tell, he knew every morsel of your being. 

“You're so smart, angel, the way you came up with that in a matter of seconds. Being good on your feet like that could save you in the arena." He'd whispered, softly above the mechanical noises your brain had hyper fixated on since your arrival. 

“Don't call me that." You muttered.

He sighed, looking down, “I'm sorry. I'm just-"

“Yeah, I know."

“You know I'd do anything to keep you safe, even if I haven't always been able to tell you what and now I've failed, but here you are, I mean the way you manipulated your eyes like that was brilliant. The audience is going to be under your finger just keep doing what you're doing." Suddenly his hands were around yours, a movement so familiar it made you shudder.

“Finnick, please don't." You tugged your hands, half-heartedly, not really letting them escape his loose grip.

“I'm sorry, I know you don't understand why I hurt you, but it'll all make sense once you win this thing."

“Yeah, sure." You rolled your eyes, this was a tiring waltz between the two of you. Him claiming it was to protect you while you couldn't know from what, even now when you were on the brink of inevitable death.

“I promise." He stilled all his shifting and movements, sea green eyes boring so deeply into the depths of your heart there was no choice but to trust him. You couldn't help yourself and leaned in, delicately letting your lips graze his cheek.

“I have to go find his room. You know, do what I can." There was slight laughter behind your tone and Finnick nodded, softly smiling.

"My smart girl.” He muttered, glowing in the lamp light. I miss you, your brain screamed as you gazed at him, suddenly the tears you were trying to force up to sell your act were easier to conjure up. So you left him in the dim lights of the train car to convince Conway of how badly you needed his comfort now that you were away from home.

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“Secret wedding is all anyone can talk about." Your designer, Cambrie, sounded like bright citrus, drinking orange juice for breakfast. “Especially those seaweed rings, so bolstering for my ideas to run their course!" She smiled, clearly full of anticipation for her idea to be revealed to you.

Truthfully you couldn't care less about it, you wanted to be back at Finnick's side. As the years passed being alone with people from the Capitol no matter who they were or what they intended nauseated you. “Oh come on, Cambrie, I'm going to die of anticipation!" You proclaimed with as much drama as you could, pouting.

"Oh you're adorable.” She clapped like you were some sort of performing dog and pinched your cheeks, actually pinched your cheeks. The infantilization made you want to retreat but that would never be an option. “Reignbaugh was going to go with a fishing net to look for Finnick to pay homage to the District of course, and similarly with you I was thinking to draw it together, but the seaweed combined to call back to the rings. Everyone will eat it up, and oh I have a lovely pearl headdress you are going to be stunning!” 

You gushed to her, but internally felt your stomach turn. This really meant she was going to try and show as much as you off as she could. Of course this turned out to be true. The outfit could have been beautiful if in reality it wasn't so dehumanizing. The seaweed running through the fishing net dress that adorned you barely covered your nipples and much of your body was clearly visible to those who stood close enough.

"And of course for the Capitol Princess.” Cambrie announced, placing her elegantly made crown, you had to admit it was beautiful. The way each pearl shined between the seaweed. Although you did think the seaweed usage was over the top, the choice of it for the rings hadn't really been significant, it was just there in a place you both loved. It was marketable though. Her and your other stylists had also gone to great effort to make your eyes look as watery as possible, even adding pearly effects to make it look like you were crying them. It was too all too much, but you oohh’d and awed which they adored you even more for. 

“Don't you look handsome." You remarked all too sarcastically as you approached Finnick and his bare chest. 

“Oh just smile and wave, angel, they're savoring the last time they'll see either of us like this.” It was lighthearted and he pressed a kiss to the side of your head, but it did comfort you. Eventually your body would simply be yours again." There she is.” He whispered, your eyes followed him to her, Katniss Everdeen.

“Well you better go make your introduction then."

“Well ladies first." He gestured, expectantly.

“No, I don't think my first introduction should be like this." You pointed up and down the outfit. "You go, it'll seem perfectly on brand for you.”

Finnick nodded, you could tell he had more he wanted to say, to lecture on but there wasn't much time. You looked around the room, toying with the fishnet nervously before you heard someone call your name and looked in the direction.

"Didn't expect you to be the type with nerves.” A voice quickly caught your attention. Peeta Mellark.

"Only at the worst times.” You grimaced, shaking your head. 

Peeta smiled, "Well I'm glad to know I'm not the only one who gets them.” 

"Oh far from it, I bet you 75% of the people in here are trying not to throw up right now.” 

“Which one's are fine then?" He stood by you observing the occupants.

“While obviously it's neither of us, I'm thinking District 11 too many years in for either of them to be worrying."

“1 & 2?"

“Bingo!" You announced, tilting your head.

“Surprised you didn't say Katniss." He remarked.

"Surprised you didn't say Finnick.” You countered.

"The thrills of pretending to not be shaking.” He shook his head with a smirk.

"Masters of that game. In fact she looks like she might just kill him now.” You tried not to laugh at how Katniss looked at Finnick who you knew was trying desperately to work his charms.

"Well, I'd best go save him then.”

"Oh, yes it would only be mildly entertaining.”

"It was nice meeting you, considering the circumstances.” Peeta exuded kindness in a way you could only aspire too, it genuinely hurt your soul.

“Yes, a mind numbing extravaganza thrown here would have been much more enjoyable, as horrendous as that is to say." 

"I only ever attended one and just from that, I ever so gravely attest to that. I better go break the two up before she attacks.”

"Oh please do, can't have him squabbling already.” Peeta smiled and soon enough Finnick was stalking back your way.

"She'll come around.” He assured before you could even open your mouth as the two of you stepped into the carriage.

"I'm sure she will. Peeta and I could feel the tension from a room away.”

"Everybody likes me.”

"I'm sure talking like that is exactly why she doesn't.” You nudged him playfully.

"Oh shut up.” He rolled his eyes.

"That's no way to talk to your wife, Mr. Odair.” 

“I apologize, Mrs. Odair." He pulled you in for a kiss just as the carriage came into the bright sunlight, the screaming proved its effectiveness to you. It was sure to leave an impact on them when they looked back on the tribute parade. 

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thank you all again for your continued reading and support, especially since I feel like this is so slow paced but there's so much I want to get in there. if you enjoyed feedback, comments, likes, reblogs are all much appreciated, as always my inbox is wide open for any thoughts y'all have! so excited for getting into the training parts and some rebellion planning in the next part. love y'all so much, thank you again 💕💋

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[aventurineswife]

Hello darling and once again thank you for The Herta Voice lines about her S/O, i loved it.

But here I am asking for more Herta content, because well WHY NOT?

(A special mention, if you could, I'd like for you to post this on 9th of February as it is my birthday but welp it's fine if you can't! (And what's possesed me, why am i speaking poetically? Wtf uhm anyway))

The Herta and reader spending reader's birthday :3

Maybe snowball fights, because there's snow where I live in February and perhaps some cuddling by the fireplace and reading a little bit to reader and having them fall asleep in Herta's arms... just like fluff lol

(Feel free to add more or leave some out but like I just need the fluff on my brithday because my grandpa died recently (angst lmao) so my birthday won't feel the same so maybe it'd feel better if I spent it with Herta)

Thank you in advance <3

Whispers of Snow and Starlight

Summary: On your birthday, Herta indulges in a rare moment of fun, agreeing to a snowball fight despite her usual aloof demeanor. Afterward, the two of you retreat to the warmth of her study, sharing tea, cuddling by the fire, and enjoying each other’s presence. As Herta reads to you, you fall asleep in her arms, cocooned in warmth and love.

Tags: The Herta x Reader, Established Relationship, Fluff, Birthday Celebration, Snowball Fights, Cuddling, Comfort, Light Banter, Domestic Bliss.

A/N: First of, happy birthday to you!! 💖 Second of all, I’m so sorry for your loss. It’s okay to feel a mix of things on your birthday—grief and joy can coexist. Take it easy on yourself, and let your day be whatever you need it to be. You deserve kindness, even in hard times. 🫂💖 Also, I'm glad you loved the voicelines!! 💖🤭

The air outside was crisp, the ground blanketed in a fresh layer of snow that sparkled under the pale light of the cosmos. The edge of the universe was rarely this serene, but today was an exception. Snowflakes danced lazily, drifting to the ground as if the universe itself wanted to celebrate.

Inside, the warmth of a crackling fire spread throughout Herta's study. Bookshelves stretched high into infinity, each shelf packed with knowledge that spanned lifetimes. A delicate scent of lavender tea lingered, blending perfectly with the faint traces of parchment and ink.

You sat on the plush rug before the fireplace, wrapped in a blanket Herta had draped over you earlier. She stood nearby, her hair cascading over her shoulders as she poured two cups of tea. Her eyes glimmered with mischief, a subtle smile playing on her lips.

"Another year older," she teased, setting your cup in front of you and settling herself beside you. "And yet, somehow, still no closer to matching my brilliance."

You rolled your eyes at her playful arrogance. "Thanks for the reminder, Madam Herta. Nothing like being humbled on your birthday."

Her laughter rang out, soft and melodic, as she leaned back against the couch. "Oh, come now. You’re lucky to have me. Who else would tolerate your insistence on snowball fights of all things? It’s positively childish."

"And yet you agreed," you countered with a grin.

Her smirk deepened. "Only because I plan to win."

Minutes later, the two of you were outside, the chill biting your cheeks as you crouched behind a snowbank. Herta stood on the other side of the clearing, her black and light-purple dress flowing as she gathered a snowball in her gloved hands.

"You can’t outsmart me," she called, lobbing a snowball in your direction with unexpected precision.

You ducked, scooping up your own snowball and tossing it back. It caught her shoulder, earning a mock gasp of indignation. "Oh, it’s war now."

The two of you laughed and darted around the snow-covered field, dodging and throwing snowballs with reckless abandon. For someone who claimed to find such activities beneath her, Herta seemed to be having the time of her life. Her hair whipped around her face, her cheeks flushed from the cold and exertion, and her laughter filled the air.

Eventually, both of you collapsed into the snow, breathless and grinning. The sky above stretched endlessly, dotted with faint stars that seemed closer than ever. Herta turned her head toward you, her purple eyes softening. "I suppose this wasn’t the worst way to spend an afternoon."

You chuckled, nudging her playfully. "Admit it—you had fun."

She sighed dramatically. "Fine. Perhaps… just perhaps… it was enjoyable. But don’t let it go to your head."

The two of you headed back inside, brushing snow from your clothes before settling in front of the fire once more. Herta handed you a steaming cup of tea, her usual playful smirk replaced by a softer expression.

"Here," she said, pulling a thick blanket around the two of you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders. "Consider this part of your birthday gift. You won’t hear me say it often, but… you are important to me."

Your heart warmed at her words, and you leaned into her, letting her warmth seep into you. "Thank you, Herta. For everything."

She reached for a nearby book, flipping it open and beginning to read aloud. Her voice was smooth and melodic, the words flowing effortlessly as she recounted a tale of cosmic wonder. The crackling of the fire and the rhythm of her voice lulled you into a sense of peace.

You felt your eyelids grow heavy, your head eventually resting against her shoulder. Herta glanced down at you, her lips quirking into a rare, genuine smile. She carefully adjusted the blanket around you, her voice softening as she continued reading, even though she knew you were already asleep.

As the fire crackled and the snow continued to fall outside, the two of you stayed there, cocooned in warmth and comfort. For once, Herta allowed herself to simply enjoy the moment, holding you close as the universe carried on around you.

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[krankittoeleven]

AO3 Wrapped (author edition)

I was tagged by @softest-punk. Thank you so much friend, your output this year was stunning as always!

in chronological order, the fics i posted this year are:

we were hungry before (E, JJK, Nanago, slow burn, mutual pining, getting together)

i wish it were me inside your veins (T, JJK, Nanago, whump, hurt/comfort, curse effects/mission gone wrong)

what it tastes like (E, JJK, GetoNanaGo, pwp, getting together, somehow Gojo is the well behaved one?, WIP - UPDATE SOON!)

my life would suck without you (T, JJK, Nanago, feelings, emotional hurt/comfort, depressed!Nanami, angst with a happy ending)

just desserts (E, JJK, Nanago, pwp, humor, slightly feral Gojo)

that's how the light gets in (T, JJK, Nanago, humor, fluff, slice of life)

escape (the pineapple fic) (M, JJK, Nanago, Accidentally Stoned Gojo, humor, domestic bliss, marriage proposal only Nanago could pull off)

the sparking of the outlaw nanami kento by the right and honorable judge higuruma hiromi (M, JJK, Higunana, Cowboy AU, Judge!Higuruma, Outlaw!Nanami, WIP)

your heart that's a hole (E, JJK, GetoNana, GetoNanaGo kind of, cheating, toxic relationship, voyurism, jealous!Gojo, Baseball AU i guess lol)

and i'm feeling good (M, JJK, Higunana, flirting, first meeting, salaryman era Nanami)

nights in lonesome october (Various Ratings, JJK, NanaGo, jjktober ficlet collection that I didn't get far on but I want to finish)

committing to the bit (E, JJK, Getonana, beginning GetoNanaGo, fake relationship, getting together, College AU)

party favors (G, JJK, Nanago, slice of life, fluff, a silly ficlet to commemorate NanaGo reaching 3k fics on AO3)

*SECRET FINAL FIC* My last fic of the year is currently anonymous as it was written for a Secret Santa Exchange, when it is publicly revealed I'll add it here.

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Stats

Works Published : 14

Work Subscriptions: 253

Kudos: 3190

Comment Threads: 224

Bookmarks: 885

Word Count: 121,868

Hits: 31,437

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top 3 fics (of all years) by kudos:

(544) we were hungry before (E, JJK, Nanago, slow burn, mutual pining, getting together, 2024)

(427) just desserts (E, JJK, Nanago, pwp, 2024)

(352) i wish it were me inside your veins (T, JJK, Nanago, whump, hurt/comfort, curse effects/mission gone wrong, 2024)

*****

top 3 fics (of all years) by word count:

(86,992) water of life (E, AC Valhalla, Ubba/Vili, emotional slow burn, getting together, hurt/comfort, incomplete but I swear I want to finish it, 2021)

(30,965) we were hungry before (E, JJK, Nanago, slow burn, mutual pining, getting together, 2024)

(21,811) but like a refugee (E, Trigun 98/TriMax, Vashwood, fix it, 2023)

*****

top 3 ships:

Gojo Satoru/Nanami Kento

Geto Suguru/Nanami Kento

Geto Suguru/Gojo Satoru/Nanami Kento

Yeah, that checks out LMAO

*****

top 5 tags:

Humor, Banter, Fluff, Kissing, Hurt/Comfort...............I can't believe fluff was one of my top tags this year...WHAT HAPPENED? LMAO

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Thank you everyone that read, commented, kudos'd and reblogged my stuff over the year. I've be having a blast going mental over NanaGo and JJK. *cries* Thanks especially to @brasideios for the awesome beta work they've been doing for me. Literally life changing advice!! Also thanks to @uchihaprodigy and @ftld42 for being awesome people who just let me fill their discord DMs full of inane fic and JJK rambling. LMAO

i will tag @brasideios @beelzebby666, @madnessmadness, @ftld42, @togaki-kun, @lifewtr, @arquiving, @hopethepope26 (seriously just had a meltdown cuz I forgot you aren't anixit here and I thought I was going insane LOL), @findusinaweek, @aeide, @satonthelotuspier, @kentozone, @loveleffie, @sukunaaaah and of course any writers that i missed. No pressure of course!

Also, I'm still working on the WIP ask meme, I haven't forgotten about the submissions that are left!!

[agentwhiskeysdarlin]

Eat Dessert First

Pairing: Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels x F!Reader

Rating: NSFW 18+ (minors dni)

Warnings: cute banter, fluffy goodness, domestic bliss, oral (female receiving), cute nicknames and the cutest ending ever

Word Cont: 1.4k

Author’s Notes: Well long time no fic huh? Life really gets in the way sometimes. I decided when the writers block decided to stick around that I would go through some old fics I never posted and see if there was anything I could change my mind on. I picked five fics that I am nervous but excited to share! Thank you if you take time to read and even more so if you leave any kind of note. I am using my old taglist so please if you want to be removed or added please let me know!! Also for my ao3 readers I swear one day I’ll get it updated.

Ao3 link coming soonish

  Your knuckles wrapped on the wooden surface of the front door as you entered the all too familiar ranch house. You were immediately met with the most amazing smell that had your stomach growling. 

  “I sure hope that’s my honeybee!” The southern drawl of the man you loved echoed from the kitchen and you smiled at the sound. 

  “Who else is going to just waltz in here barely announced?” You spoke with a smirk as you rounded the corner. 

  The sight before you would never get old. Your boyfriend of four years cooking away in his kitchen, making dinner for the two of you. It was an almost daily occurrence but it still made the butterflies in your stomach rapid. Jack Daniels and yourself had stumbled into each other's lives and even though a relationship was far from both of your minds things just fell into place. Jack paused what he was doing to turn to you. He pulled you into him and quickly locked his lips to yours in a deep, toe curling kiss. 

  “You keep kissing me like that cowboy, we are going to forget dinner and head straight for dessert,” you smirked as he pulled away. 

  “Now darlin’ I’ve been slaving away in this kitchen but you do know my favorite saying right?” He gazed down at you with a twinkle in his eyes. 

  “Life is short. Eat dessert first,” you let out a giggle as he pulled away and went back to his cooking. 

  You knew then you had to tempt him just a little bit more so you found a clear spot on the counter and jumped, sliding yourself comfortably on the cool service. Jack gazed at you and you gave him a wide innocent smile. He let out a chuckle and shook his head. 

  “What?” You asked, teasing him, swinging your legs gently. 

  “You drive me crazy. After all these years, you still just drive me crazy.” 

  “I am simply sitting on your counter minding my business. I have no idea what you are talking about.” You couldn’t keep the smile off your face if you tried. 

  Jack sat down the spoon he was using to move around whatever sauce he was working on and stalked over to you. You now were slightly taller than him but not by much but even with slightly looking down at him you felt as if he was gazing down at you. 

  “You know exactly what you are doing darlin’ and soon what I’m fixing will go in the oven for a bit and I am going to devour you.” Jack smirked knowing his words were going to leave you wanting. 

  He had definitely raised you. Your teasing manner fell and you found yourself panting, realizing how hot it was in the kitchen. You glared at him when he gazed over at you with a winning smirk. 

  “Don’t give me that look. If you can’t take the heat, get out of the kitchen darlin’…literally.” He winked and you stuck your tongue out at him but followed up with a laugh which he joined in on. 

  The two of you fell into normal conversation asking each other about your days and anything else you had yet to discuss through the text messages exchanged throughout the day. These were the moments you always loved, the domestic ones. Simple and small but always left a lasting impression. You watched him as he moved around the kitchen before finally placing the almost finished meal into the oven and then threw the oven mitts on the counter. He all but stalked toward you and you welcomed him with opening your legs for him to stand between and laced your arms around his neck. Your fingers went into his hair as his lips fell to yours in a needy kiss. You sighed at the feeling of having him so close. So ready for him to touch you where you needed him most. 

  You had worn a pair of leggings which Jack maneuvered you carefully out of discarding them on the kitchen floor. He pulled away to look at you, his forehead resting on yours. 

  “No underwear huh? Did you plan this angel?” 

  “Maybe, maybe not,” you smirked and pulled his lips back to yours. 

  He smirked against your lips before finally moving down on you. His lips brushed down your neck and soon he was on his knees, his arms wrapping around your legs and spreading you open for him. You let out a whimper at the cool air hitting your wet center. 

  “Jack please,” you begged looking down at him with one hand white knuckling the counter edge and the other tangled in his brown locks. 

  “I’ve got you angel. Look at you so wet,” he breathed before his lips fell to you and you let out a loud moan. 

  Your head fell back to the counters behind you and your eyes fluttered closed in pure pleasure. This was something else that could never get old. The way Jack made you feel was not of this earth, hell the universe. He still made your head spin and he knew your body better than you did. Two fingers entered you and your mouth fell open in a gasp followed by a moan before you forced your eyes open to take in the sight before you. Jack’s head between your thighs pushing you closer and closer to your impending high. 

  “Jack I-,” you whimpered. 

  Jack simply answered with a moan against the vibrations coursing through you and the wave took you under. Your head went back, you back arched and you let out a loud moan that made you thankful Jack had no neighbors. He kept pushing you through your orgasm as your legs shook around him until you collapsed panting. His mouth fell away and his fingers left you causing you to feel empty. Your eyes fluttered open to be met with brown eyes gazing at you. 

  “Always so perfect and delicious,” Jack murmured as he kissed you. 

  You moaned against him, tasting yourself in his mouth. You reached down for Jack’s pants but his hand stopped you. You pulled away looking at him with a confused expression. 

  “It’s your turn,” you pouted softly. 

  “Later darlin’. We got all night,” he smirked as he gave you one more peek just as the timer went off. “Perfect timing dinner is ready. I gotta clean my girl up first.” 

  Jack made quick work cleaning the both of you up before helping you from the counter onto shaky knees. He didn’t let you go until you were stable and you couldn’t help but let out a laugh as you slipped your leggings back on as he pulled dinner from the oven. 

  “We are worse than a bunch of teenagers huh?” Jack laughed with you. 

  “Kind of but I love it.” 

  “As do I,” he leaned, giving you one last kiss before fixing each of you a plate. 

  You sat at his dining room table and dug in a comfortable silence falling between the two of you as you ate. You were glancing around Jack’s house as you always found yourself doing when you looked back at him. He had stopped eating and was watching you. You smiled softly. 

  “What is it?” You asked. 

  “Move in with me.” 

  It wasn’t a question, just a simple statement and it took you by surprise. It shouldn’t have, you had waited for it for a while now but all the same it made your stomach flip in the best way. 

  “Are you sure?” You spoke trying to keep your wide smile at bay. 

  “I’ve never been more sure about anything honeybee. It’s about time. I like the way you look here. It feels right when you are here. It doesn’t feel so big and lonely anymore and I don’t ever want it to again.” 

  You felt tears spring into your eyes but a smile split your face wide. 

  “I would love to move in. I’ve never felt more at home than I do with you.” 

  Jack’s smile matched yours and the two of you carefully leaned over the table and kissed each other. You finished your meals with bright smiles. The two of you laughed as you washed up the kitchen and made plans as you headed to bed to get you moved in. As you laid in bed Jack hovering over you already panting and wanting he smiled down at you before kissing you. 

  “Welcome home honeybee.” 

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𝕆𝕟𝕖-𝕊𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤~

✧*̥˚ 𝒮𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝐹𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓈 ̥˚✧

≪ Migraines ≫

Enemies-to-lovers vibe; where Captain Levi and you butt heads at every turn, until he finds you in a pickle.

≪ Bold Statements ≫

As you sat by Captain Levi in the ruins of what remained of the last war, you decide to pester the exhausted man with banter as you once did so many years ago.

≪ Her Kind Heart ≫

How, after all he had seen her endure, could she still smile?How could her heart be so full after being so broken? It was something Levi had admired, and soon came to love. How could he not, when she taught him many a value?

~ More One-Shots Here ~

𝔻𝕣𝕒𝕓𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕤~

✧*̥˚ 𝒮𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝐹𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓈 ̥˚✧

≪ Painting ≫

Levi's artistic lover takes on a new hobby that baffles him at first, but he soon comes to love.

≪ Cuddles ≫

Sleepy, early morning cuddles with boyfriend!Levi one lazy day.

≪ Jealousy ≫

When his squad gets a bit too friendly with you, Levi steps in to silently let them know who you belong to. Or, at least, who he wishes you belonged to.

~ More Drabbles Here ~

𝕆𝕝𝕕 ℍℂ𝕤~

✧*̥˚ 𝒮𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝐹𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓈 ̥˚✧

(Maybe cringe, but one day l'll update the format/quality)

≪ Terrible Flirt ≫

When his squad gets a bit too friendly with you, Levi steps in to silently let them know who you belong to. Or, at least, who he wishes you belonged to.

≪ Blushing ≫

The second Levi's crush is around, even just breathing or merely existing in his general direction, his face is the first thing to give away his feelings.

≪ ADHD ≫

Levi's growing relationship with his lovely ADHD partner.

~ More Old HCs Here ~

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𝕃𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤~

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ℂ𝕠𝕞𝕓𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕤~

≪ Levi Ackerman ≫

≪ Erwin Smith ≫

≪ Eren Jaeger ≫

≪ Armin Arlert ≫

𖠰 *ੈ 𖥧𖤣 𓋼. ࣪𖠰 *ੈ 𖥧𖤣 𓋼. ࣪𖠰 *ੈ 𖥧𖤣 𓋼. ࣪ 𖠰 *ੈ 𖥧𖤣 𓋼. ࣪𖠰 *ੈ 𖥧𖤣

𝔼𝕩𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕤~

≪ AOT Finale Fic ≫

≪ Birthday Special Drabble, 2023 ≫

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𝔻𝕒𝕕𝕍𝕚! ℂ𝕠𝕟����𝕖𝕟𝕥~

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≪ Family ≫

Three years after the war, you learn just how tiresome motherhood can be, despite the bliss your new domestic life often provided. Thankfully, Levi's always up for the challenge of stepping in when you need a break.

≪ Quality Time ≫

Levi gets a day off duty to spend time with his exhausted wife and their two week old son.

≪ Coming Home Late ≫

After a long day, Levi finds solace in his cosy home alongside his loving wife and twin sons cuddled up on his bed.

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𝕃𝕚𝕖𝕦𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕒𝕟𝕥!ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥~

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≪ Priorities ≫

As Lieutenant and assistant to Captain Levi, you've been tasked with many jobs and twice as many errands to run. But the toughest part of the gig is keeping your relationship with your superior behind closed doors. That becomes increasingly difficult, come an unexpected expedition.

≪ Head Cold ≫

Captain Levi's stubborn Lieutenant falls ill, making him take matters into his own hands.

≪ Silent Confessions ≫

As Captain Levi's childhood best friend, you always find the time to talk him through tough situations; such as the upcoming expedition to reclaim Wall Maria.

≪ Respect ≫

Tasked with filling in for Levi as a lieutenant to watch over the S.O.S. in his absence, things don't go according to plan the moment you stepped in. Luckily for you, your husband has you back.

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𝕄𝕪 ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝔽𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕤~

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≪ Laughter ≫

Realizing you'd never heard Captain Levi laugh, you set out get a laugh out of him with the Vets.

≪ Caught ≫

Levi finds his flirtatious advances towards you aren't as subtle as he thought.

≪ Clingy ≫

Levi constantly needing the reassurance of your affections in your relationship.

≪ Yearning ≫

In which Levi pines after your attention from afar and in secret, wholly smitten and devoted.

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𝔻𝕣𝕒𝕓𝕓𝕝𝕖 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕤~

𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟜 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕤~

𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟝 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕤~

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𖠰 *ੈ 𖥧𖤣 𓋼. ࣪𖠰 *ੈ 𖥧𖤣 𓋼. ࣪𖠰 *ੈ 𖥧𖤣 𓋼. ࣪ 𖠰 *ੈ 𖥧𖤣 𓋼. ࣪𖠰 *ੈ 𖥧𖤣

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𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕚-𝕊𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤~

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𝕊𝕙𝕚𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣!ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣~ 

 ≪ Shifting Scares 1 ≫ | ≪ Shifting Scares 2 ≫

As the Scout's secondary titan shifter, you're tasked with keeping an eye on Eren during the 57th expedition beyond the walls. Amidst the tragedy, it's up to you to avenge Levi's squad.

𝔸𝕔𝕥𝕠𝕣!𝕃𝕖𝕧𝕚~

≪ Autograph (1) ≫ | ≪ Phone Call (2) ≫ | ≪ Coffee Shop (3) ≫

Following the finale of your favorite tv series, you're delighted to learn there's going to be an official meet and greet with the cast. Excited to meet the famous Levi Ackerman, your expectations are blown away when he takes an interest in talking with you.

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𝕃𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝔽𝕚𝕔𝕤~

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≪ The R.O.S.E. ≫ (~Ongoing~)

The R.O.S.E., or rather, the “Recovery Operations Squad Experiment” put together by Commander Dot Pixis, had so far been a success. The people of the southern district's desire to have something of their loved ones retrieved from titan territory to bury finally made it to court. Though it had been overruled by Premier Darius Zackly, Pixis found he could not let the issue rest. In an attempt to boost moral for his people, Pixis assigned his top Captain, Aviline Faye, to this new squad. Despite the danger of retrieval, it was decided they must at least try; for the ease of mind for humanity. But as the walls crumble, Faye and her squad find themselves occupying a new position; under Commander Erwin Smith of the Survey Corps. Can the two branches learn to get along as Captains butt heads?

≪ “What Shitty Luck” ≫ (~Ongoing~)

Life above ground could not have been a more stark contrast from the life Levi was used to leading. From making deals and dominating a scraggly crowd, to taking orders from the Scouting Regime and slaying giant beasts roaming the land outside the walls enclosing humanity. It was an adjustment he made quick enough for himself, so he thought. Between the expeditions and boring document signing, he climbed the ranks surprisingly quickly and soon found himself accompanying Commander Erwin Smith on his many ‘business meetings’ outside the district of Trost. At first, it was merely responsibility, albeit a mentally draining one, considering his strong dislike for the other regimes and their Commanders... But after learning Nile Dok had a rather alluring daughter, something about those visits into town became both more bearable and somehow more complicated for Levi. She was a stark reminder of one of the very few things he missed about his life Underground; particularly, the frequency of getting laid.

[foxs0x]

A snippet from chapter 28 of my Cyberpunk fic End Transmission (read it on AO3 here)

V leaned a shoulder against the cold stone wall, exhaling as he studied Kerry’s face. “You know, after we first slept together, I asked him if he was cool with it.”

Kerry blinked, his brow arching as a spark of amusement flickered in his expression. “Ohoh what?” He laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. “Why?”

“I dunno,” V shrugged. “We shared a mind and a body, ‘member? He ‘prolly, uh, experienced everything I did on that yacht. Felt like I had to check in.”

Kerry’s grin turned into a cocky smirk, the old rockerboy swagger creeping back into his posture. “Alright, I gotta hear this. What’d he say?”

V pushed off the wall, standing a bit straighter as his voice took on that familiar Texas drawl, mimicking Johnny’s signature snark, “ ‘He fucked you once. Don’t get used to it.’ ”

Kerry burst out laughing, the sound full and rich, bouncing off the stone walls. “Christ, what an asshole. But —”

“—but?” V prompted.

Kerry snorted, running a hand through his hair. “I mean, I kinda did sleep around a lot ‘fore I met Louise… and definitely a lot after the divorce. Hell, right up til you.”

V raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh yeah? So how many people are we talkin’ about here?”

Kerry shrugged, like he was trying to play it off. “Oh uh… I dunno. Lost count at some point. Has to be in the hundreds by now.”

V stared at him, jaw dropping. “Hundreds?!”

Kerry rolled his eyes. “I’m old, choom. Don’t need you remindin’ me.”

V let out a low whistle, leaning into the banter. “I bet half of Night City has a ‘Kerry Eurodyne’ story.”

“Hey. Sex, drugs, and rock ‘n’ roll, baby. I’m livin’ the dream.” He paused, glancing over at V with a playful look in his eyes. “Still, look at me now — settlin’ down and all that shit.”

V chuckled, shaking his head. “Yeah, real picture of domestic bliss.”

“So, what about you, V? What’s your count?” Kerry asked with a mischievous grin.

A sheepish smile crept across V’s face in response. “Uhh… way, way less.”

Kerry’s grin widened. “So? Don’t leave me hangin’.”

V glanced sideways, then finally relented with a sigh. “Just nine.”

Kerry blinked, staring at V in disbelief. “Just nine?!”

V shot him a mock-offended look, pointing a finger at him. “Hey! Quality over quantity, alright?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Kerry said, waving him off. “Guess that explains why you're with me. But still, I thought someone like you would have way more notches on your belt than just nine. Wait—”

Kerry’s eyes widened suddenly. “Am I the ninth?”

V awkwardly cleared his throat. “Yeah. You’re also the ninth.”

[weird-obsessed-girl]

Drarry Fic Recs

organised through word count. I’m currently waist-deep into my drarry obsession.

masterlist (including wolfstar, tomarry and jegulus)

more fics to come

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1-20k

and Lucius will never know - tryslora

kinky kristmas, desk sex | E | 1k

Spell It On The Tiles - isamijoo

post-howgarts, divination, established relationship, marriage | G | 1.3k          

I don't want that (I actually do) - Maree_MeDLM

fluff and humour, getting together, post-war, oblivious draco, fluff and crack | M | 2k

Slammed - Faith Wood (faithwood)

8th year, kissing, harry makes habit of acosting draco | G | 2k

Harry Potter & The Accidental Confession - ghostboi

ememies to friends, accidental confessions, fluff, mutual pining, supportive ron, meeting the parents, hogwarts | G | 3k

Everything and Nothing - XxTheDarkLordxX

post-hogwarts, time travel, hurt/comfort, angst | T | 4k

Slythering Eigth Years are Shit at Potions (or are they?) - thecouchsofa

Slytherins trying to be match-makers, love potions | M | 4k words

Take You Made - tackytiger

mutual pining, masturbation, voyerism, auror harry, unspeakable draco, light angst | E | 4k

Hold My Hand - bafflinghaze

fluff and angst, established relationship, kinda secret relationship, st mungo’s | M | 4k

Who Said Draco Malfoy Can’t Dance? - Yesbocchan

Drinking Games, Truth or Dare, Lap Dancing | E | 4.5k            

At Second Sight - kcstories

canon divergence, getting together, romance, smut, enemies to lovers, first time | E | 4k

Elaborate, Correct, and Assiduously Observed - peu_a_peu

post-war, marriage | T | 4k

Purebloods Have Elf on a Shelf, Too? - Moon_Peach, Owl_Postmaster

christmas fluff, domestic fluff, bamf narcissa, elf on a shelf, roomates, friends to lovers, mutual pining | 4k

The Perfect Catch - tryslora

mpreg, fluff and angst, misunderstandings | T | 4k

Of Relationships and Daily Prophets - clover71, radcliffe_bass

angst and humour, fluff, the daily prophet | T | 5k

The Foolproof Plan - radcliffe_bass

alternate reality, romance, angst and humour | T | 5k

Games Night - Agentmoppet

Hogwarts 8th Year, House Unity, Muggle Games, Confident Draco, Flustered Harry, First time, Strip Poker | E | 5k

so lie to me tonight - M0stlyvoid (you have to be an Ao3 user)

Hogwarts 8th Year, Drarry through Ginny’s POV, Breakup, Heartbreak, Hopeful Ending | M | 5k

The Way You Say My Name - InnerLilith

auror partners, getting together, banter, ridiculous pet names, flirting | E | 5k

Draco at Nineteen - birdsofshore

Time Travel, Age Difference, Hogwarts 8th Year, First Time | E | 5k

If stars died of old age - DefNotForWork

breaking up and making up, veela draco, angst with happy ending | 5k

Of Foolish First Love - keidaught

pining, yule ball, 4th year, angst, resolved sexual tension | T | 5k

Double L in the Broomshed - GingerTodgers

Established Relationship Reveal, Radio Announcement | M | 5k

Snow Globe - BummedOutWriter

auror harry, professor draco, amnesia, mpreg, memory loss | G | 5k

I’ve Got Soul (But I’m Not A Soldier) - Imsiriuslyreading

BAMF Regulus Black, Fix-it, Ghost Regulus | G | 5k

His Little Something - chibaken

Hogwarts 8th Year, Size Kink, Plot what Plot, Top Harry | E | 6k

Trapped in a Blue Haze - MourningElegence 

Draco finds out about the Dursleys treatment of Harry, Established Relationship, Hurt/Comfort, Domestic Fluff, Top Draco | E | 6k

A House Elf Affair - Paradi

fluff and smut, getting together, house elf magic, awkward flirting, mpreg, humour, pining | E | 6k

Doer of Good Deeds - Lomonaaeren

romance, humour, matchmaking, 8th year | T | 6k

Just Strangers without Memories - saratinearchive

post-war, hurt/comfort, auror harry, curse breaker draco, angst with happy ending | E | 6k

Matched Set - astolat

Hogwarts 8th Year, Size kink | E | 6k

Who Shagged Harry Potter? - Faith Wood (faithwood)

smut, humour, hogwarts eigth year | E | 6k

A Ghost of Blissful Feelings - alpha_exodus

consentual non-consent, kink negotiation, 8th year, love confessions | E | 6k

Snug - Moonflower_Rose

coming untouched, touching bits in public, draco peeking | E | 6k

Kiss-Kiss - who_la_hoop

five times fics, boys kissing, silliness | E | 6k

All Tied Up - MyNameIsThunder

Hogwarts 8th Year, Secret Relationship | M | 6k

Amortentia, Harry. Amortentia! - puddinghater26

love confessions, idiots in love, potions class, enemies to lovers, fluff | T | 6k

Like This and Like This (Dreams of Lace) - primaveracerezos

Friends to Lovers, Office Sex | E | 7k

Our Little Life - tackytiger

post-hogwarts, time travel, dream sex, falling in love, past lives, idiots in love | M | 7k

(Un)Calculated Risk - loveglowsinthedark

Hogwarts 8th Year, Established Relationship, Humour, Secret Relationship | E | 7k

Distraction - kcstories

hogwarts era, fluff and smut, enemies to lovers, pwp | E | 7k

Making love (out of nothing at all) - saratinearchive

mutual pining, canon divergence, getting together, friends to lovers, soft draco, post-second war, slow burn, smut | E | 7k

How to Handle an Enemy - who_la_hoop

truth or dare | E | 7k

Intention - The_Sinking_Ship

enemies to lovers, secret relationship, jealousy, happy ending, smut | E | 7k

A Perfect Fit - nothing_left_sacred

Mpreg, Plot what Plot, Veela Draco, Werewolf Harry | E | 8k

What I thought - bafflinghaze

auror harry, unspeakable draco, pining, fluff, happy ending, secret relationship, top draco | E | 8k

Ransoms - dysonrules

auror partners, adventure, flirty draco | M | 8k

If your mean to ... - Maree_MeDLM

married drarry, protective harry, fluff and crack, draco in muggle world, harry keeps on saving draco | T | 8k

It takes one to play the part - saratinearchive

domestic fluff, humour, established relationship, married drarry, auror partners | E | 8k

Defining Dickhead - who_la_hoop

dubious romance, friendship, boys being idiots | T | 8k

What I Thought - bafflinghaze

Miscommunication, Auror!Harry, Unspeakable!Draco, Angst, Secret Relationship, Smitten!Draco | E | 8k

Play Dates - Bixgirl1

Friends to Lovers, Dad!Draco, Praise kink, Bottom!Draco | E | 8k

But first, we fight - ANW815

Fluff and Angst and Smut, Auror Partners, Enemies to Lovers, Fight Sex | E | 8k

seeing for you - Owl_Postmaster

seer draco, werewolves, angst | M | 9k

It’s Our Party and We’ll Fuck if We Want To - firethesound

Established Relationship, Fluff and Angst | E | 9k

Good To Me (And I’d Be So Good to You) - AWickedMemory

Hogwarts 8th Year, Oblivious Harry, Obsessive Harry | G | 9k

Zero for Two (a tease of power) - XxTheDarkLordxX

Dark!Harry, Dark!Draco, they’re both obsessed with eachother | M | 9k

Fuel to the Fire - HolyGnocchi

Auror Partners, Pining Harry, Domestic Fluff, Smut, Luna/Pansy scheming | E | 9k

Misfortune Favors the Bold - vina_writes

courting attempts, bi disaster harry, bad flirting, humour, auror harry, potions master draco, smitten harry and draco, misunderstandings, jealousy | M | 9k

Changing Fate - jamesilver

soulmates, falling in loss, memory loss, happy ending | T | 10k

Quick as a Flash of Lightning, Unhurried as Eternity - babooshk_art, onbeinganangel

Post-War, Time Travel, Auror Harry, Domestic Fluff | E | 10k

The Full Monty - magpie_fngrl

harry poses for nude calendar, humour, top draco, smut | E | 10k

Mine - goldensnitch18

E | 10k

Gryffindors Never Kiss and Tell - FeelsForBreakfast

casual drinking, everyone is friends, banter | E | 10k

Darling Buds of May - vina_writes

preggers draco, telling harry, miscommunication, misunderstandings, angst and fluff, auror harry, established relationship, healer draco, happy ending | M | 10k

To Love a Loathed (Arch) Enemy - Sophie_French

Reconstruction of Hogwarts, Fluff, Humour | E | 11k

Everyone Needs A Weasley - Inheartofwinter

fluff and humour, ron takes homeless draco to grimmauld place, post-hogwarts, pining | T | 11k

Turnbout Is Fair Play - who_la_hoop

truth or dare, slytherin hijinks | E | 11k

Not Through With You by dark0feenix

angst, romance, memory loss, spy draco for order | NC 17 | 11k

Aural Gratification - birdsofshore

aural king, masturbation, coming out, humour and smut | E | 11k

Brevem Conspectum - Lauren3210

Kid fic, Domestic, Fluff and Smut, Short Time Travel | E | 12k

The Care and Management of Volatile Veelas - Dracogotgame

Veela Draco, Crack-ish | E | 12k    

Said the Tortoise to the Hare - Lomonaaeren

slow build, romance, humour, friendship | M | 12k

The Depths - Sniper_Jade

suicidal thoughts, hurt/comfort, suicide attempt, snogging, smut, mutual masturbation | E | 12k

Matchmaker, Matchmaker - firethesound

grimmauld place, hallucinations, visions, marriage proposal, first kiss | E | 12k

I might not be your cup of tea, but I'm your 10th shot of Firewhisky - phrynne

mutual pining, drinking, getting together, falling in love, bottom draco | E | 13k

Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow (Until Time Becomes Timeless) - saratinearchive

getting back together, older man/younger man, professor harry, student draco then professor draco, first time, virgin draco | E | 13k

Casefile: Operation MoD - Mosrael

established relationship, getting back together, visions, mystery, seer harry, unspeakable draco | M | 13k

all the things I knew I didn't know - eevans

POV harry, 8th year, post-war, mind healers, grimmauld place, slow burn,  non-linear, smut | E | 14k

With You, Always - acupforslytherin

soulmates, 8th year, fluff and angst, hurt/comfort, dreams | M | 14k

Turn Back the Clock - SteampunkSerpent27

de-aged harry, potion mishap, mentions of child abuse, happy ending, established relationship | T | 14k

embrace the deception - swoons

canon divergence, auror harry, seer draco, PI draco, getting together, pining, mutual pining, enemies to friends to lovers, smut | M | 14k

Sex and the Art of Castle Maintenance - birdofshore

Enemies to Lovers, Hogwarts 8th Year, Forced Proximity, Dirty Talk, Hurt/Comfort | E | 15k

Where I see things right - InnerLilith

preggers harry, hurt/comfort, abortion positivity, getting together, angst with happy ending | E | 15k

Hey, Potter - SunseticMonster

Hogwarts 8th Year, Drinking, Fluff and Angst, Humour, Harry tries to trip up Draco with compliments | M | 16k

malfoy-potter universe - aratinearchive

established relationship, married, a series | T | 17k

(Never) Let Me Go - maraudersaffair

angst with happy ending, top draco, pining draco, post-hogwarts, possessive draco, smut, minor hinny, infidelity, falling in love | E | 18k

Cascade - Avonne

Hogwarts 8th Year, Romance, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Emotional hurt/comfort, Bottom Draco, Jealous Harry, Supportive Hermione | E | 19k

Antlers and Ivy - violetclarity

soulmates, masquerade ball, daily prophet, pining, angst with happy ending | E | 19k

so scarlet it was - Anonymous

mutual pining, 8th year, hooking up, falling in love, light angst, POV draco, panic attacks | E | 19k

Five Weddings and a Potions Accident - lauren3210

auror harry, healer draco, post-hogwarts, harry thinks hes a playboy (hes not) | E | 20k

An Issue of Consequence - Faith Wood (faithwood)

Hogwarts 8th year, Humour, getting together (kinda), Angst with happy ending, Romance | E | 20k words

Draco Malfoy and the Mirror of Ecidyrue (THIS IS ALSO)

PTSD, Time Travel, Slow Burn, Fluff and Angst, Character Study | M | 20k

Dear Diary - AWickedMemory (TeddyLaCroix)

Hogwarts 8th Year, Getting Together, Sentient Diaries that aren’t horcruxes | M | 20k

The Courting by the Pureblood Who Only Has Five Milligrams of Romantic Intelligence and Thinks He’s Real Smooth - Cibee (westerncibee)

friends to lovers, auror harry, misunderstandings, getting together, humour, courting rituals | T | 20k

A Hyperactive Fruit, a Nasty Neighbour and a Love Story - synonym4life

magical creatures, bottom harry, domestic fluff, smut | E | 20k

Draco Malfoy and the Quest for the Wanton Wordsmith - HoneydeWinter

getting together, pining, mystery, secret admirer (not really but kinda), the quibbler | M | 20k

21-40k

i demand to dig my own grave - M0stlyVoid

murder mystery, draco pretends to be a seer, auror harry, happy ending | M | 21k

The Matchmaker's Spell - Kbrick

forced marriage, angst with happy ending, love/hate, jealous harry, murder, darkish, smut, draco flaunts affairs | E | 21k

Every Line - Inkdrinkershadowsinger

soulmates, getting together, auror partners, attempted rape!! | G | 21k

To Hurt and Heal - cassisluna

slow burn, pining, 8th year, pining, angst with happy ending | T | 22k

The Devil’s White Knight - orphan_account (THIS IS SO GOOD)

Time Travel, Alternate Timeline, Everybody Lives, No Voldermort | E | 24k

Keep It Simple, Stupid - Lomonaaeren

Draco tries to keep flirty!Harry alive, crack | M | 24k

Just a Matter of Time - gracerene

Post-War, Time Travel, Unspeakable Draco, Age Difference, First Time | E | 24k

Dragon Heartstrings - JET_Playin

Red String of Fate, Misunderstanidngs, Hurt/Comfort, they’re both oblivious, Angst with a Happy Ending | E | 24k

Brighton - Sniper_Jade

witnessed orgy, BDSM scene, accidental voyeurism, romance, drama, coming out, enemies to lovers, angst, clubbing | E | 24k

If You Miss It, Try Again - dodgerkedavra

mpreg, preggers draco, potions master draco, auror harry, friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, smut, birthday sex | E | 24k

1,000 Points from Gryffindor - orphan_account

Hogwarts 8th Year, Shennanigans, Humour, Comfort | E | 25k

Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood - agentmoppet, SlugLord

friends with benefits, loss of virginity, mutual masturbation, mutual pining | E | 25k

in the electricity of your touch - tryslora

8th year, mpreg, infidelity, soulmates, a/b/o, smut  | E | 25k

Kiss Me, Touch Me, Forget Me - jamesilver

angst, fake relationship, loss of virginity, memory loss, coming out, angst with happy ending, heartbreak, love confessions | M | 26k

Asking Malfoy for Help - Greg889

Grimmauld place, post-hogwarts, falling in love, enemies to lovers, happy ending, switch drarry | E | 26k

Eye of the Storm - OTPshipper98

harry relives most painful memories, child abuse, mmind healer draco, post-hogwarts, mutual pining, eventual fluff | 27k

You And Me - bixgirl1

Hogwarts 8th Year, Friends to Lover, Veritaserum, Falling in Love | E | 28k

Higher and Higher (Temptation) - birdsofshore

Collars, Auror Harry, Curse Breaking, Curse Breaker Draco, Pining, Resolved Sexual Tension | E | 28k

Something There - 1bad_joke

Hogwarts 8th Year, Veela Draco, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Angst with a Happy Ending | E | 28k

In The Hand - aideomai

multiverse, draco ron and hermione go to find harry across multiverse | T | 28k

Silk Scarves and Enchanted Handcuffs - TommyLane

Party Games, Loss of Virginity, Scheming Friends, blindfolds, alternate 7th year | E | 29k

Somewhere in My Memory - maraudersaffair

Post-Hogwarts, Memory Loss, Auror Draco, Preggers Harry, Getting Together, Lotta Sex | E | 29k

Sweeter Than Revenge (I guess?) - saratinearchive

8th year, house unity, shairng a room, fluff and crack, sub draco | E | 30k

The Green Vial - eidheann

Mpreg, with Potions, Fluff and Angst, Romance, Pining | E | 31k

This is Never Happening Again - hpleems

eventual romance, fluff and angst, slow build, hate sex, pining, secret relationship | M | 32k

As Time Passes - XxTheDarkLordxX

soulmates, angst with happy ending, hurt/comfort, abusive lucius | M | 32k

Out Of The Shadows - kcstories

Vignettes, Canon Divergence, Fluff and Angst, Happy Ending, Friends to Lovers, Secret Relationship, Hogwarts Era | E | 32k

Draco Malfoy and the Letter from the Future - DracoWillHearAboutThis

time travel, POV draco, harry potter series retold, draco and harry friendship, draco questioning parents beliefs | G | 33k

What Happens to the Heart - Mossycoat

seer harry, bi harry, fluff and angst, post-hogwarts | M | 33k

Tell Me Love Is Endless -  alexmeg, RewriteParagraph

Soulmates, Enemies to Lovers, Angst and Tragedy, Ghosts, Hogwarts 8th Year, Tearjerker, Mutual-Pining | M | 34k

Verba Volant - shushu_yaoi_lj

Hogwarts 8th Year, Love Letters, Angst with a Happy Ending, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Veela Draco | E | 35k

Lockdown - Vorabiza (Biza)

humour, romance, voyeurism, graphic sex, forced proximity | E | 35k

Seamus is Seamus and You are Yourself - gonzoclock

Crack-ish, Harry gets hot, everyone loves Harry, Draco is protective, getting together | M | 37k

Draco Malfoy, It's Your Lucky Day - Faith Wood (faithwood)

8th year, romance, mystery, adventure | E | 37k

In Our Blood - secretsalex

preggers draco, magicallly powerful harry, dirty talk, haunted houses, top harry, dark magic | E | 38k

Always Together - IlliterateBastard

6th year, french harry, raised by regulus, no voldy, no dumbledore, slytherin harry, no war, fluff and angst | M | 38k

My End and My Beginning - leo_draconis

hunting horcruxs, veela draco, battle of hogwarts, mpreg | E | 39k

The Romantic Prawn Who Loved Christmas - bixgirl1

eigth year, bed/room sharing, falling in love, pining, flirting, sleep wanking, loss of virginity | E | 39k

Tea Collection - Kamerreon

canon divergence, crack, fluff, recreational drugs, WWW potions, hijinks, loss of virginity, lust potion, de-aging, smut and banter | E | 39k

Now I Know In Part - dodgerkedavra

curse breaker draco, auror harry, blind harry, top draco, happily ever after, grief/mourning, hurt/comfort | E | 40k

41-60k

Lumos - birdsofshore (this is so good)

Hogwarts 8th Year, Room-sharing, Voyuerism, wanking, Enemies to Lovers, Pining, Jealousy, First times | E | 41k

In the Presence of My Enemy - dodgerkedavra

curse breaking, alternating POV, weddings, smut, panic attacks, emotional hurt/comfort, overpowered harry, sectumsempra | E | 41k

love is made of gold and silver - millersplanet

Hogwarts 8th Year, Spells & Charms, Future Selves, Sectumsempra Scars | M | 42k

A Hag, a Hex, a Tale of Redemption - aibidil

fuck or die, enthusiatic consent, curses, muggle life, getting together, falling in love, post-hogwarts | E | 43k

In Evidence of Magical Theory - bixgirl1 

Hogwarts 8th Year, Magical Mishaps, Accidental Bonding, Forced Proximity, Bed Sharing, Magical Theory | E | 44k

Nearly Lost Things, Carefully Tended - SquadOfCats

Angst, Humour, Slow Build, Happy Ending, Redeemed Draco, Grimmauld Place, Harry fails at courting | E | 47k

You cannot save people, you can only love them -  heyitsamorette (AmoretteHD)

Hogwarts 8th Year, First Time, Bottom Draco | E | 52k

In the Shadow of Your Heart -  lq_traintracks (lumosed_quill)

Fake/Pretend Relationship, Friends with Benefits, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Pining, POV Draco | E | 52k

The Guest - BummedOutWriter

kid fic, time travel, get together, mrpeg, truth serum, 6th year, seer draco | M | 60k

61-80k

Teddy Bear Troubles and Other Such Oddities - Kandakicksass

age regression, potions, problematic age gap issues | M | 61k

The Scent Of Malice - paradisedraco

enemies to lovers, slow burn, drug addiction, dark comedy, saviour complex harry, heavy angst | E | 63k

The Devil's White Knight - orphan_account

dimension travel, no voldy, time travel??, enemies to lovers, post-war trauma, everyone is gay | E | 65k

The Lesson of You - thecouchsofa

accidental chil acquisition, getting together, family feels, kid fic, fluff, time travel, smut | E | 65k

Everything Black - General_Jellyfish

Time Travel, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, BAMF Harry Potter | T | 66k

Who We Were, Who We Are - jamesilver

temporary amnesia, fluff and angst, cute, sectumsempra, coming out, spy draco | T | 66k

Right Hand Red - lq_traintracks (lumosed_quill)

8th year, unresolved rexual tension, first time, party games, bottom draco, secret relationship | E | 73k

we should just kiss (like real people do) - whenstheweddingcake

fifth year, wolfstar adopt harry, mild smut, powerful harry, dark magic, unreliable relationship | T | 75k

Beautiful Meanings in Beautiful Things - cloudings

8th year, amortentia, voyeurism, sharing a room, soulmates, humour, fluff and smut | E | 77k

all the western stars - oflights

seer draco, werewolf harry, isolation, hurt/comfort, enemies to lovers, misunderstandings, sharing a bed, rough sex | E | 78k

Get Some - sara_holmes

Harry is fed up with getting away with everything, Draco has a spine, after 2nd war, getting together | M | 78k

The White Pawn - Soupy_George

time travel, romance, adventure, disenchanted draco, relive sixth year | T | 81k

Dwelling - aideomai

friends to lover, boy-who-lived neville, weird shit going on, curses | T | 83k

81-100k

Into the Dark - PhantomGrimalkin

time travel, first war, slow burn, suicidal thoughts, hocrux hunting, established wolfstar | T | 89k

Diffraction Patterns (I Don't Know How to Forget You) - yourdifferentoctober

Hogwarts 8th Year, Memory Alteration, Slow Burn, First Time, Sexual Tension, PTSD | E | 94k

Prophecies and Potions - Angylsmuse, Rina9294

draco is a spy for the order, smut, canon divergence | E | 96k

where are you (my lion)? - harrysblueshirt1

time travel, canon divergence, jily sent to future, fix-it, emotional hurt/comfort, good draco, professor harry | 99k

>100k

Chaos Theory - Tessa Crowley (tessacrowley)

canon divergence, science, genius draco, mind control, PLEASE READ ALL TAGS | E | 102k

That'll Be The Day - Waterloo

time travel, friendship, hogwarts redo, slow burn, enemies to friends to lovers, pov alternating, wolfstar raise harry | M | 112k WIP

Far From The Tree - aideomai

drarrys kids time travel to hogwarts, pre-relationship, down and out draco, dom draco | E | 112k

Turning Leaves - Kbrick

time travel, pining draco, slytherin harry, angst with happy ending, harry is bad at feelings, drunk sex, auror harry | E | 113k

Written on the Heart - who_la_hoop

8th year, soulmark, slow burn, fluff and angst, falling in love, smut, coming out, happy ending, found family | E | 114k

Paradox - kerfuffling

Canon Divergenced, Draco sent back to first year | M, E | 119k

Threshold - Kbrick

unspeakable draco, portals, auror harry, pining draco, swords & sorcery, magically powerful draco, enemies to firneds to lovers, slow burn | E | 126k

Drop Dead Gorgeous - Maya Reddit (to find search “complete works of Maya Reddit”) 

130k

What We Pretend We Can't See - gyzym

M | 131k

Please Be There If I Remember (And Don't Let Go When I Forget) - Rosie321go

memory loss, fluff and angst, everyones confused, fifth year, cano divergence, hurt/comfort | T | 143k

The Ordeal of Being Known - louisfake

Auror Harry, Healer Draco, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Veritaserum, Eventual Romance | M | 146k

Bewildered - SparrowGrim

dimension travel, canon divergence, a/b/o, magically powerful harry, top draco, happy ending | E | 148k

In my visions I see you - PottersForhead

seer draco, good draco, abusive lucius, dumbledore bashing, master of death harry, slow burn, friends to lovers | T | 150k WIP

Away Childish Things - lettered

age regression, past child abuse, internalized homophobia, grief/mourning, mommy/daddy issues, potions accident, hurt.comfort | T | 154k

When you are ready to go on... but you go back - Sakura521

time travel, fix-it, harry heir of house black, slow burn, good malfoy family | M | 166k WIP, 1 more chapter

The Lost Heir - RiddleMeThis1926

BAMF Harry, Touch Him and Die Harry, Harry Heir to House Black, Marriage Contracts, Sirius Raised Harry | E | 170k

Always Already - aibidil

time travel, post-hogwarts, department of mysteries, drarry go back to marauders era | E | 171k

Temptation on the Warfront - alizarincrims0n

horcrux hunting, romance, angst and humour, deathly hallows au, pov switching, love/hate, slow burn | E | 180k

The Dragon’s Treasure - FanonStar

Romance, Slow Build, Legilimency, Accidental Bonding | M | 187k

Malfoy Flavor - Vorabiza (Biza)

romance, humour, drama, au, graphic sex | E | 200k

 Eclipse - Mijan

6th year, canon divergence, dark magic, slow build, adventure | T | 287k

Turn - Saras_Girl

IDK sorry | E | 300k

Twist of Fate - Oakstone730

memory loss, secret relationships, beating the imperius curse, 4th year | T | 302k

It Was All Just a Game (Rewrite) - write_me227

enemies to lovers, fake relationship, PTSD, slow burn, first time, canon re-write, 4th year, smut, fluff and angst | M | 616k

Lily's Boy - SomewheresSword

powerful harry, manipulative dumbledore, not friendly to molly/ron/hermione, canon divergence, harry gets love he deserves | E | 746k

[mac-lilly]

(Warning! Domestic fluff (& lousy English) ahead. Please proceed with caution!)

☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆

Julie loves watching her boys cook.

Leaning against the doorframe, a mug of tea in her hands, she spends hours just watching them.

Watches her dad bustling around in the kitchen, eagerly tackling a new recipe. Knowing her dad's skill level, Julie should panic; should fear the outcome of his culinary experiments. But she doesn't. She doesn't because of the ghost assisting him.

Initially, Julie didn't believe Luke when he boasted about his cooking skills. After all, he had died from rancid street dogs. This alone surely warrants an afterlifelong ban from the kitchen.

But Julie stood corrected.

And now, she cannot stop watching them. Watches Luke trailing behind her father, scrutinizing his every movement and correcting his mistakes when her father isn't watching (and thus preventing their house from busting into flames.)

And Julie loves to see Luke thriving in his task -- loves that he's buzzing with the same excitement and enthusiasm that runs through his non-existing body when he's making music.

And she loves to tease him about it -- just a bit -- and loves the playful banter that lasts until her still oblivious father misinterprets her words.

What she doesn't like at first is the sound of Luke's gleeful cackling that echoes through the kitchen when she has to explain herself. But she changes her mind when he comes to apologize, stealing a kiss from her when her father's back is turned on them.

And then her father starts humming some 80s song, and Luke joins in immediately, resuming his task to supervise his girlfriend's father, and Julie continues to watch her boys, a smile on her lips and her soul at peace.

☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆

Years pass by, and Julie still loves watching her boys cook.

Leaning against the very same doorframe, the very same mug in her hands, she still spends hours watching them.

Watches as her father listens intently to Luke's explanations. Watches as he carefully takes up his assigned task, following the instructions to a tee, receiving an approving nod.

Watches as her husband -- her very alive and breathing and still so enthusiastic husband made from flesh and blood and bone -- snakes his way around the kitchen counters until he is all she can see.

And now, he doesn't wait for her father to look away. He rests his forehead against hers, brushes his nose against hers, captures her lips with his, and they both lose themselves in a brief moment of perfect domestic bliss.

Until an angry tug on Julie's sleeve brings them both back to reality.

They both look down and are greeted by the grumpy face of their son, who's clearly unhappy that he isn't the center of his parents' attention.

And Julie can't help the laugh that bubbles up in her throat because when their little boy sulks, he's almost the spitting image of Luke. Luke then picks him up, and Julie gently kisses his forehead, which magically cures his pout, before sending them both off back to the kitchen to resume their cooking.

And when their little boy strikes up a new song -- a song that is about how much he loves cookies and loves baking them and loves baking them with his daddy and his abuelito while mommy is watching -- and the two men quickly join in, Julie's heart swells with pride and happiness.

And so Julie continues watching her boys, almost bursting with the love she feels for them.

[trulybetty]

Sunday | Week In Review IX

I feel like I just wrote the last Sunday Week in Review five minutes ago and like six years ago at the same time. Short work weeks and coming off the back of vacation really do mess with your sense of time.

Another short week ahead too, Canadian Thanksgiving tomorrow, happy Thanksgiving to my fellow Canucks who observe this holiday! 🧡

October has brought so many good stories to my dash that my drafts list is out of control and I still have so many good fics I haven't finished reading yet! Having said that, I've enjoyed the pause to jump in with these October x 500 prompts. It's been a jolt of inspiration/creativity that I needed.

Having said that, on with the week in review!

T R U L Y  U P D A T E S . . .

october x 500 (masterlist)

oct' x 01 - ruffled hair (joel x gn!reader)

oct' x 02 - apple scent (chiffon!dieter x bryony)

oct’ x 03 - full of colours (tim rockford x f!reader)

oct' x 04 - walks in the forest (strings!joel x reader)

oct' x 05 - autumnal (dieter x gn!reader)

oct' x 06 - falling leaves (gold rush!joel x charlotte)

oct' x 07 - chestnuts (chiffon!dieter x bryony)

W H A T  I  R E A D . . .

On Deck (One Shots) (Jack AU) by @something-tofightfor Just when I think I’ve gone through someone’s master list, I manage to find a gem and this is one of them. I have no clue about baseball, went to a game and had no idea what was happening no matter how many times someone tried to explain. However, I am 110% positive that if Jack was to explain the rules to me, I’d know him inside and out, oh and maybe a bit about baseball too. Gotta make sure those lessons get stretched out…

Bloom (Joel AU) by @penaonthestreets-javiinthesheetsThis was such a delightful opening chapter! Reader has their own flower shop, and just so happens our favourite Texan pays a visit. The characterization of Ellie almost steals the show from Joel’s meet-cute with Reader - I’m not going to spoil it, but I had to pick myself off of the floor after - just saying…

Working Title | Chapter 13 (Dieter) by @rhoorl I’m so rooting for these two! Both deserve a happy ending (in more than one sense!) and yet it seems there's those who want to bring them down or stand in their way. This update was a little angst, incredibly sweet and the last bit, well - I can't wait to read the next update!

Kinktober Day Two (Frankie) 🌶️ by @youvebeenlivingfictional I love the whole fun roleplay trop between established couples and this one does an excellent job of doing just that! Reader and Frankie are out at the bar having fun and, I'm not going to spoil it - go enjoy it for yourself!

Tip Your Server (Dieter) by @nothoughtsjustmeds This is just the best! Dieter and wife!reader on the night of his Oscar win and it’s just so much hilarity, sweetness & spice and the banter between the two is just the best. Please go read it, you won’t be disappointed, I promise! 

Kiss Me Quick (Dieter) by @secretelephanttattoo This, how I love this so! It’s a love letter to the British seaside and is told through a day at the beach with the one and only Dieter. It managed to not only invoke laughter but homesickness too. I’d go to the seaside for a stick of rock any day of the week with Dieter. 

Sofa So Good (Frankie) by @secretelephanttattoo This was cozy, domestic bliss wrapped up as tight as my fingers would be in Frankie’s hair. This was a sweet slice of life and so done so well. A perfect cozy Sunday read if you’re looking for one!

Video Nasty I & II (Joel) 🌶️ by @sin-djarin I don't think I've recovered from these two yet... Oof, incredibly hot, incredibly Joel and incredibly read-again worthy! Also provided a fun memory of mine working in a video store and will Marcus be forever associated with a poorly titled porno? Yes. Yes he will be.

Paranoid Heart (Javier P.) by @goodwithcheese This was such a great opener and introduction to our main character and Javi. Now, if you're thinking you need to watch Narcos to read this, take it from me, Ms. Truly 'I think I've watched six episodes now but can't remember' Betty, you don't need to, because Megan is so good at immersing you in her characters worlds that you'll be well taken care of. Can't wait to see where this story leads us!

A Month of Sundays(Various) by @gnpwdrnwhiskey I love each and every one posted so far! There’s something to be said about drabbles, little slices of life etc., six-sentence fics - because they’re not as easy to write as you think. There needs to be some establishing of what’s going on, and while not a resolution - something to end on. These are all great insights into some established characters and some we’ve not met before and I can’t wait to see what the rest of the month brings!

No Panties, No Problems (Frankie) by @blackfemalenerd Frankie is an A-grade menace here and, oof is this hot? Please do yourself a favour and go read it and leave your comments - because I think we all deserve some more of this Frankie!

Delta Landscaping | Chapter 7 (Triple Frontier Boys) by @rhoorl Jess really knows how to weave multiple stories and character backgrounds together and take you through from start to finish and never feel like you've missed something or added confusion. This week's installment is no different! We've got it all packed into this chapter and I don't want to spoil anything, but please go check it out!

M E M O R A B L E  P O S T S . . .

The next guest appearance on Mulefalls Court @rhoorl

the grey sweatpants revelation

hands, hands and more hands

a visual from @maggiemayhemnj that I won't be forgetting anytime soon, and this one here where I might still be on the floor from

a good Tumblr 101 + reblog etiquette post from @morallyinept

Bob's Burgers fest started by @darkroastjoel

B R O U G H T  T H E  J O Y . . .

Just how lovely this community is - this week I've had so many great interactions with equally amazing people and I'm so happy to have found a home in this little corner and appreciate every one of you who comes and interacts with my blog and me in whatever capacity 💕

F R A N K I E  C A T ™️ . . .

I missed last weeks update, so here’s an update on Frankie Cat - she’s very much settled in. She is pretty laid back as her name sake, but sometimes her tiny humans can get on her last nerves, but baby Truly #2 and her are BFF’s (mostly because baby Truly is forcing Frankie to love her, like I would the actual Frankie…)

She also has to go back to the shelter today for treatment, as she’s not 100% a Truly until her spay (which if anyone has tips for care after I’m all ears) - hopefully she doesn’t get excited and think she’s finally getting away from us… sorry Frankie Cat, you’re one of us now. Even if you do rip my feet to shit. 

T H I S  W E E K ' S  J A M . . .

Back in my Sons of Anarchy feels as I finally work my way through season seven (no spoilers or talk please, I've gone this long without a spoiler, I'd like to finish it out the same way)

Happy Sunday all! Here's to another great week! Feel free to share your favourite posts, stories, thots and whatever and never hesitate to tag me in it 💕

[toomanyf4ndoms7]

Adventures in Babsitting: Domestic Un-Bliss.

Summary: It takes a village to watch over a computer genius seven year old with the mind of an adult. Or in this case, two badass women.

Masterlist.

@helenababs

When it came to new situations, Barbara liked to consider them with a pros and cons perspective. It worked back when she was Batgirl, back when she decided to let Huntress into the group, and it worked now.

Pros of this regression situation:

Helena can’t be snappy to a kid.

It’s very funny sending blackmail to criminals. They don’t know a seven year old is intimidating them.

Babsy is a pretty clever nickname. Classic Canary.

Cons:

Dinah keeps looking at me funny. I swear she's one spilled drink from going all "Mama Bird" on me.

The rules and restrictions. A curfew is stupid. The team mandated breaks are also stupid.

…Sometimes my brain gets confused about how old I am.

Barbara’s bedroom door opened, Canary entered confidently, eyes focusing on Barbara’s computer.

“If I could, I’d put parental restrictions on your tech. I’d love to see you try to hack into Barbie dress up dolls.”

A snicker escaped Barbara’s lips. At least Canary was keeping their banter going.

“My dad tried when I was thirteen. Took me less than a week to crack it.”

The hair ruffling from Dinah was unexpected, not exceptionally dignified, but… not entirely unwelcome.

“Smart cookie from birth, huh?” She joked.

Barbara's wordless answer was a smile. A smile that died when Dinah pressed the power button on her monitor. She whirled up to glare at her companion, who was simply the picture of innocence.

“Time for your break, Babs.”

Barbara didn’t want a break. She was working, this was important. But Dinah tutted her lips in that special way that grinds on Babs’ ears.

“Ah, ah, ah. All work and no play makes Babsy a dull girl.”

Barbara added a con to the mental list.

—————

Helena watched as Dinah followed Barbara out, the latter looking a bit unhappy about being forced into a break.

It wasn’t quite a pout of “I don’t wanna be here” but more a gentle frown of “I wish I could do something else.”

Following their setting of the ground rules, Helena had been acting as Babsy’s unfortunate nanny under duress. It was humiliating and the worst part wasn’t even that Helena couldn’t get mad at her.

No, no, no. The worst part is how Miss Bertinelli. Huntress. Vigilante. Brutal Crime fighter who was sharper in both weapons and her tongue, would just be so damn considerate about her jobs.

If Babsy wanted a glass of water? She’d make sure the ice wasn’t too overpowering. Coffee? Better be careful with the sugar. Break-time? Make sure she’s feeling comfortable.

To be fair to Dinah, she was handling most of the general emotional stuff, acting as a mediator between the Huntress and the Junior Oracle. Plus her pictures.

“Hel!” Barbara’s whining kid voice snapped through Helena’s introspection.

“What is it?”

“I’m hungry.”

God damn it.

“Do you want snacks? You can’t just say you’re hungry.”

A thoughtful hum escaped Barbara’s lips. The tv screen was playing a cheerful little song. Was that Bluey? Or Sesame Street? One of the two.

“Can I have a sandwich?”

“What’s the magic word?”

“Now?”

A shake of the head. Politeness, so often forgotten these days.

“Come on, I know the magic didn’t take away a sense of decency?”

“Oh, you’re one to talk.”

“Magic word or no sandwich, kid. What’s it going to be?”

With a scowl, Barbara relented her pride, stating the magic word of ‘please.’

And with that, Miss Bertinelli got to work.

“What do you want in your sandwich?”

“Ham and cheese.”

Pretty basic. Then again, a child’s taste buds were pretty unadventurous. Helena assembled the sandwich, adding a few leaves of spinach and some salt and pepper to add the slightest hint of flavour to the dish. She smirked, having an idea. Surely, the crusts would be unpleasant for poor little Babs.

She severed the crusts of the sandwich, before pacing the meal on a plate and offering it to Barbara.

“Eat up.”

Barbara noticed the crustless sandwich and... smiled? Wait, what?

"You knew I don't like crust? Aw, thanks."

Helena could all but feel her eye twitching in frustration at having accidentally done Barbara a favour.

Remember what your therapist said. Remember that Barbara has been turned into a kid and her mind is probably a little off right now.

"Anytime."

———— To be entirely logical and fair to their situation., it would only be a matter of time until something exploded. Dinah was at least hoping it wouldn’t happen on her break.

”Helena’s being ridiculous! I just want to watch the news! Not these baby shows!”

“You’re on your break, the news would just be more work for you!”

“At least let me put on the music channel! You’d just put on the lullabies!”

An idea snapped into Dinah’s head. She walked over, switching off the television before making her way to Barbara.

"I think I know what your problem is."

"Is it 6 feet tall and wearing purple?"

Helena looked shocked, yet noticed Dinah's knowing smirk. She knew that look. It was the same look she'd get during a fight when her opponent had gotten cocky and accidentally given her the perfect opening. It was the look of a soon to be winner.

It was the look of the Black God-Damn Canary.

"No, not that," She walked her, lightly tapping her index finger on Barbara's forehead. "I think that you need a nap."

Of course, that was easier to say than do.

Somehow, Dinah suspected the next step would be harder than trying to plan a surprise party for Batman.

Which was to say: Hard as hell.

[spookyserenades]

Ok so my thoughts of chapter 14… 

Jin: Yo I know y/n be jelly but I’m glad y/n was able to put her jealously aside bc if I was in Jins place I’d be worried and SO HAPPY that my bf is alive. That being said feelings are feelings and they’re hard to control. OMG WHEN Y/N SHOWED PICTURES OF ALL THE BOYS AND HANNA SAID HES HANDSOME AND SHES LIKE YEAH ALL MY BOYS ARE HANDSOME LIKE OMG. And the way Jin looked at her after she said that omg Y/n ur giving urself away! But also like who wouldn’t want to gush over them!?? And then later when he scents her OMG THAT SCENE WAS WILD JIN WAS SO BOLD. And he was like I wanna get Hannah’s scent off u bc I already gotta share you OMG Y/N U DO NOT HAVE TO WORRY GIRLIE POP. I understand why Hannah said to be carful with Jins heart bc he’s been hurt so many times and I wonder how he took with finding out y/n and yoongi have been sneaking around 🥺.  

Yoongi- This man is such a menace to society LITERALLY I CANNOT- the teasing looks and flirty glances! Oh and you KNOW HE LOOOVES shoving it in all their faces that he’s with her. Poor Tae tho, yoongi she loves ALL of them u know this! I guess maybe he just doesn’t wanna let go of this small moment of her being JUST his and he is quiet a possessive boi but they all are and I can’t wait to see all their moments of jealousy! Yo that sec scene was WILD holy moly! We got to see yoongi a pov a bit during the sex scene and hearing more of how much he loves her is so sweet 🥹 I’m glad they finally had that moment and he taking care of her and then cuddling eeeek. OMG NOT THEM KISSING IN THE KITCHEN AND GETTING CAUGHT- he stood by her side and supported her and I’m sure it was super overwhelming for y/n so I’m proud she was able to speak part of the truth, she she loves yoongi (but didn’t say she loves all of them bc that would be awkward not the right timing). AHHH THE DOMESTIC BLISS IM GLAD THEIR TOGETHER AND HAPPY NOW! 

Joon- He doesn’t wanna see or make her angry again which is why he’s very cool and calm abt her decision. He’s matured a lot and deep down it does really bother him, but he doesn’t wanna ruin things for her which is why he tried to act chill. OMG NOT HIM SUSING YOONGI AND Y/N OUT LIKE HE KNEW FOR WEEEKS OMG- AND THEY MADE BETS HOLY SHIT- I love joon and jk omg their banter is so much fun lol. OMG THE CHOCKER HER GAVE HER FOR CHRISTMAS WAS SO CUTE I MELTED INTO MY FLOOR BOARDS!! I feel like that was his way of showing his feelings for her tho- like Jimin said. Joon never hated her just his situation and werewolves mate for life so like… COULD IT BE TO MARK HIS TERRITORY IN A WAY. Maybe he just doesn’t understand his feelings yet bc he was isolated in his trailer just trying to survive for who knows how long. 

Hobi- his concern for y/n and yoongi’s relationship before and now finding out what’s been going on :0 He wasn’t expecting it AT ALL and I feel bad :,( he was shocked and yet he was able to roll it off afterwards for the most part bc I feel like that’s a defense mechanism for him since he’s been in uncomfortable situations. In all honestly I would love to get more in hobi’s Pov because I find him to be more mysterious than jk. Jk tries not to be obvious but is, he just likes to hide his emotions and I think a part of him does not really care atm bc she hasn’t grown on him in that way yet. With hobi tho her and him have similar personalities and bc they mesh so well I feel like finding out abt her and yoongi was like an ice bucket thrown over him. I dunno how what to say to his reaction ig hmm 🤔 he always bounces back and I can’t wait for the moment when we learn more about his past maybe specific points that made him who he is? I would love to know more about their pasts! When I ask this I don’t wanna pressure you (lol that sounds like such a lie but I do mean it 🥺), but when do u think the prologues for each member will come out? Do you think it would be better to wait until trouvallie has further progressed to not give too much away? 

Like everyone else who follows your blog, I look forward to EVERY 7th of the month bc of u! I love ur blog so much and ur writing is just 🤌🏼 💋

P.s (I Will talk abt maknae line when I have the time gotta go to class soon yeee) 

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Hiii bestie!!! So excited to hear all of your thoughts hehehe 😜

Jinnie: AH I'm such a jealous gal and I'm proud of Y/N being able to rein in her envy during the lunch with Seokjin, Hannah, and Sarah. She cares so much about Seokjin, I think the idea of cutting his communication with Hannah off outweighs her jealousy. AH Hannah thinking Joon is cute from the pictures like yeah girl 💀 OOF the scenting scene was steamy, he was showing his ass a little bit. Seokjin is definitely into Y/N, and I think when he was trying to get Hannah's scent off of her, it was a subtle clue that he's fallen in love with her, rather than holding onto old feelings for Hannah. heehe!! I have more to say about Jin's past and his patterns of heartbreak, but thats for future chapters (and his eventual prequel!) He seems pretty disappointed about the news of Y/N and Yoongi. I wonder how he'll end up with Y/N, himself (said evilly) 👹

Yoongiiii: MENACE is correct!! He's milking the ability to kiss her in front of them and enjoying their jealousy or weirdness about it for sure. Additionally, I think you're right-- he's probably soaking in the amount of time he has her just to himself. Yoongi is def one of the more possessive of the bunch so far, but a few of the others will have that streak in the future, too. 😉 EEEE the wild ass sex they had... I've been waitingggg to write some steamy scenes for a YEAR jdkalfdj so I got a little overexcited ah. I liked writing a bit of Yoongi's POV, too, and I think I'm going to do much much more of that in the rest of the chapters. Getting insight through their eyes now that we're further along in the story I think makes sense! The aftercare scene was important for me, too. I love when Yoongi gets all tender and mushy for her 🥺 Them getting caught.... at least it finally forced Y/N to be honest about her relationship status with Yoongi. He's very supportive of her and I think it was him standing beside her during that situation helped her to be brave. AH I love them so much they're really so in love 😭

Joonie: I agree with you, Joon has done a lot of maturing in the months he has spent living with Y/N. She's become someone important to him, and he saw how much he hurt her when he fought with Tae... I don't think he wants to provoke those feelings from her ever again. I've said in a previous ask that Joon isn't so much concerned with romance at the moment, and is more interested in pursuing his interests (paranormal, occult, cryptids, UFOs...) But we'll see how he falls in love slowly, over time, and I think it will be delicious 😋 Joon's perceptivity is KEEN dude! Not much gets by him, and he's super territorial and protective, so he keeps close watch over Y/N (who is oblivious to that). Joon and JK's interactions are some of my favorites to write!! As for the choker, that was self-indulgent of me.... my dream gift from Namjoon. I also agree with your thought that it is a sort of "mark of territory" or some kind of mark of approval of her. AH! Jimin WAS right, Joon never hated her, he just has high expectations and struggles with regulating his emotions. I love him.

Hoseok: Foxy is giving best friend to Y/N. He knew that her and Yoongi were on the outs, and doesn't like seen Y/N upset. He's the resident clever fox, so I think the shock that he wasn't able to figure out her and Yoongi's secret relationship was a tad overwhelming. He's kind of like Joon, not overly concerned with romance at the moment, and more interested in letting loose and having the freedom to do what he pleases for the first time. He's always the one to break awkward tension, and he and Y/N have an easygoing friendship with their similar personalities. He does seem mysterious, as he isn't quick to give out personal information or details of his past, but there is a lot beneath the surface for Hoseok that is yet to be revealed. I can't wait to tell you all more about our Foxy 🦊

AH the prologues! I had planned on having at least one of them out by now, but that's not how the cookie crumbled LOL. I plan on having them being like BEHEMOTHS like 50k each, and at the moment, all of my time is devoted to the main story chapters... I think I'll end up releasing them later than I thought, and I'd probably do it like one month is a main story chapter, the next is a prologue and the main story is put on pause. I agree, I think that releasing certain prologues would give a lot away (such as Hoseok's and Seokjin's) so I think they'll be a little ways off.... BUT I'm excited to write them bestie!

AHHH I love uuuu sm and thank you for always reading and reviewing the updates, it means so much to me 😭💕🥺 I hope your classes are going well and you're getting some good downtime as well ✨

[thedoctorfat]

Ramblings on the Dr Who 60th Anniversary

So saw the 3rd Dr Who Special, and like the first one, was pretty solid until the end with the barely explained Deus ex Machina. I like the idea that as the Doctor goes on, he's constantly running and running and never stopping to take a breath, which helps to explain the reboot of the show, although tbh these specials should've been apart of the previous series. 15 is now gonna take the reins and 14 is gonna live off in domestic bliss. Ngl though when David said he was so happy I thought they were gonna kill both ours and his hearts by someone knocking on the door saying that Wilf had been shot dead, granted I also thought Donna was gonna die given that she had had 2 fake outs and it felt like they were building something up with that, also with how Kate mentioned to Donna she could work with Unit, idk. I also also thought that "The Boss" the Meep mentioned was gonna turn out to be the Toy Maker, could have been a nice way to tie all 3 together, given that 14 says the Toymaker came back due to the salt he used at the edge of the universe (I also noticed Kate said to put a ring of salt around the box when they took it away).

However I wish they had bothered to explain what a "Bi-generation" is, like all we got was "I thought it was a myth!" and nothing else. Not a "Well the Timelords thought that..." Or a "The Master once researched..." Nothing. I think that maybe they were hinting that it was something to do with the Toymaker? I liked Mel returning, I never watched her series with 7, but still. That being said, I wish it was Martha Jones instead, now granted maybe it was originally meant to be Martha but Freema didn't want to/couldn't return, I don't really know. Overall I think the reason why the 2nd special worked so well was because it was a very limited cast, with a very compact idea and "simple" plot. The 1st Special was working off of the back of the original version of the Star Beast, but still felt like it could've had more teeth. Unlike some other people I never really held RTD on this podium of "prime Dr Who writing", In fact none of the Showrunners so far have really been that, but Russel has always had this problem of "bigger than the last", Where first it was the Dalek Empire returning, then Daleks + Cybermen + an alternate universe, then it was the Master + Martha travelling the world + the power of literal prayer + future earth killing it's own past, and then it was Dalek Empire again, but with Davros, + all of 10's companions and characters from spin-off shows at the time + expending an entire regeneration to keep the same face with a two parter + a whole other Doctor being born + Donna becoming the DoctorDonna + the fate of all reality + said 2nd 10th Doctor now living in bliss with Rose, and THEN it was the Master returning via magic ritual whatever + the Timelords leaving the Time war to invade Earth + Wilfred Mott seeing some random woman who may actually be the Doctor's Mother given that in earlier drafts she was, and when casted she was casted as the Doctor's mom, but that was then changed to "Just a woman" so we don't really know. Seriously we complain about Moffat being annoying with all his time shenanigans but RTD didn't know when a story arc should've ended small. This isn't all to say RTD is bad or that Disney is killing Dr Who or whatever people want to say, I am glad Russel included brief explanations of Amy, Clara, and Bill, though would have liked 13's companions, and I did like the banter between everyone in the Unit building. I think personally, this should've gotten more time in the oven. Maybe also a bit longer in general.

[aventurineswife]

Could I request Aventurine with a s/o that gives weird names to her pets? Calling one of her cats Clawdia, her rabbit Foofoo, etc.

Odds and Affection

Summary: Aventurine is charmed and amused by his partner’s unconventional names for her pets, like Clawdia the cat and Foofoo the rabbit. Despite his initial skepticism, Aventurine finds himself endeared by her whimsical personality, which brings a lighthearted warmth to his life.

Tags: Aventurine x Female!Reader, Fluff, Established Relationship, Playful Banter, Domestic Bliss, Pet Shenanigans, Lighthearted Moments, Mutual Affection.

Aventurine had always been the epitome of sophistication. His charm and presence were magnetic, and he knew it. A man who lived for the thrill of a gamble, he often sought out high-stakes situations where only the most calculated moves would lead to a reward. However, there was one thing that consistently threw him off balance — his partner’s odd penchant for naming pets.

It was a typical evening, with the warm, dim glow of the lanterns flickering in the cozy living room. Aventurine, dressed in his signature attire, reclined on the sofa, his long fingers lightly tapping against the armrest. He was lost in thought, his eyes gazing out the window, watching the city’s lights twinkle below.

You, on the other hand, were lounging on the floor, your focus on the small army of creatures that had taken over your shared space. The small cat, Clawdia, was playfully swatting at a dangling ribbon, while Foofoo, the rabbit, hopped around with an eager energy, its fur bouncing as it made its way through the room.

“Clawdia, don’t claw the rug, darling,” you said absently, your attention never wavering from the playful creatures. “Foofoo, no eating the plants again. I’ll never get them back from you.”

Aventurine’s lips quirked into a half-smile as he watched the scene unfold before him. His gaze flickered between the pets and you, his heart swelling with affection, though he couldn’t help but chuckle.

“You know,” he said with a bemused tone, “Clawdia and Foofoo aren’t exactly… conventional names for pets, are they?”

You looked up from the floor, an innocent grin spreading across your face. “What? You don’t like them? I think they suit them perfectly.”

Aventurine’s lips twitched. “Clawdia, really? And Foofoo?” He leaned back, his arms resting comfortably behind his head. “Are we to assume their personalities match their names?”

You leaned over to scratch Clawdia behind the ears as the cat purred happily, then you gave Foofoo a gentle pat on the head as the rabbit hopped toward you. “Well, Clawdia’s a bit dramatic, always getting into things. And Foofoo,” you paused dramatically, “is just so fluffy and cute. I think it suits her bubbly personality.”

Aventurine raised an eyebrow, clearly amused but still intrigued. “And what about the others?”

You giggled, sitting cross-legged on the floor. “Oh, you know there’s Sprinkles, the hamster. She has a thing for… snacks. And then there’s Mr. Pickles, my turtle — I’m sure he’s plotting world domination in his shell.”

Aventurine’s eyes softened with affection as you continued to list the eccentric names, his previous skepticism giving way to an endearing warmth. "I see... so it's not just their names that are unconventional, but their very essence."

He chuckled quietly, running a hand through his hair. "It seems they’re in good hands, though. You bring a certain… whimsy to them."

You smiled brightly, holding Foofoo up to his eye level. "Just like I bring whimsy to you?"

Aventurine leaned forward, his hand lightly brushing against your cheek, his eyes glinting mischievously. “You have a way of making everything around you more... interesting.” His gaze shifted to the animals. “Though, I admit, I never thought I'd find myself so charmed by a rabbit named Foofoo and a cat named Clawdia.”

You leaned into his touch, your voice softening as you gazed at him with a tender expression. “I’m glad you like them… and me.”

Aventurine smirked, a playful glint in his eyes. "I love both," he said smoothly. "But don’t think that means you can start calling me something silly."

You narrowed your eyes teasingly. “Oh, but what if I did? Would you mind being called… Mr. Adventurepants?”

Aventurine’s eyes widened slightly in surprise, a slight laugh escaping his lips as he shook his head. “Mr. Adventurepants, huh? Well, if you insist…”

He leaned forward, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “Then you’d better be prepared for a whole new world of nicknames, my dear. You know how I am with high-stakes wagers.”

You raised an eyebrow, the playful challenge in his tone not lost on you. "I’m ready for whatever you throw at me, Aventurine. You know I always take risks."

He smiled, pulling back slightly to meet your gaze. “Well then, let’s see if you’re as daring as your pets’ names. Perhaps you can live up to the game of life... just like Clawdia and Foofoo.”

You laughed, your heart light as you gazed up at him, the comfort of being in each other’s company warming the room. “I wouldn’t have it any other way, Aventurine.”

With a soft chuckle, Aventurine leaned in for a kiss, the playful and whimsical nature of your relationship sealing the moment. Life, as always, was a game — but with you, it was one he was more than willing to play.

[mr-tony-stark]

The morning is good. No not good. Great. Just a real scene of domestic bliss. He parts ways with Clint with a kiss and some banter and Tony's on top of the world. He even gets approval to call the Jessicas. There's a caveat that Drew not be here when he gets back, but Tony wasn't planning to have them over. He thought a trip to the park might be fun. Gerry Drew was mobile now and that big playground in Central Park would be amazing for a spider-baby.

So he calls them both, and Greer too, though he figured William is probably too old to have a proper play date with a couple of babies.

Jones is busy, but Drew is available. So he and Brandy meet Jessica, Gerry, Greer, and William at the park. There's a lot of talk about where the hell Brandy even came from, and until she gets so hyped thanks to some game William makes up with the babies and a balloon that she floats off the ground, Tony's not totally sure that they believe him when he says she's not his. They certainly keep joking about the fact that she is and who her mother must be for quite a while.

They get stopped a few times by fans, and the decided to call it a day at about lunch time when William starts getting a little overwhelmed by the attention that's been drawn to them.

Tony sends a few photos to Clint, including a selfie with all the kids and then finds somewhere for lunch. He text Clint again asking how he's going while he's eating. Clint doesn't respond to any of the message.

Brandy passes out as soon as she's done eating, so Tony just puts her in the stroller and just wanders around the city for a while, just pushing her in the stroller so she can have a good sleep. He stops to get coffee a block from his house and sits outside in the sun, pushing her back and forth as he drinks it and sends Clint a few more texts.

He does start to worry a little bit then, so he checks Clint's tracker to make sure he's at least moving around in a way that made sense. He's at the therapist office. So that explains why there's no replies. Tony decides he's not going to actually worry about no replies after that. Clint was a grown ass adult man. He can take care of himself.

He heads home when he's done with the coffee and Brandy wakes up just before they get there.

He spends the afternoon playing with her and orders in food. There's still no texts from Clint and Tony sends him a few more. Asking if he wants dinner saved. Asking if he's coming straight home.

He's worrying again.

Especially when Clint's late. Okay, so he has a bad knee and he might be talking to people. Don't panic. But he could have texted. Why hasn't he texted. PANIC.

He's panicking. He's panicking and trying not to let Brandy pick up on it.

And then his phone starts to vibrate.

The photo of the shot makes Tony's heart stop. He's shaking as he types in his reply.

[ Arrow Guy ] -> sent at 8:11pm ✉ -> DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE! ✉ -> I'm on my way. Stay put!

He scoops Brandy up off the ground. There's no time to find sitters or drop her off with a friend. She's going to have to come to the bar to collect Clint.

Tony's trying to be calm and rational, but he's feeling anything but. He's angry that the day has been ruined again. And he's angry that he has to drag an infant to a dive bar. But the rest of the feelings are all directly focused right onto Clint. Grief over the fact that he's had this happen so soon. Pride that he hasn't actually taken the shot. Gratefulness that Clint called him. And yeah - there's anger, because Today was good and Clint's disease was the other fucking shoe! And the fact Tony does have that anger directed at his boyfriend even though he knows it's not Clint's fault and that Clint is really doing what he can to not drink right now, makes Tony absolutely furious at himself.

He gets into his armor with shaking hands, strapping Brandy to the front as she squeaks excitedly, looking up at him and doing all the classic Iron Man poses. And god it would be cute if Tony wasn't freaking out so much right now.

He flies straight to the bar. He doesn't need to look up where it is. The tracker show him the way.

He lands at the door and goes inside. He approaches Clint, his visor sliding back from his face.

IT'S A NICE MORNING. There's flirting, Brandy stealing the moment every chance she wanted (saying her favorite word BIBI BIBI to which, Tony please tell him how he doesn't respond every time). Clint's always good with making breakfast. A few kisses shared, light discussion to which Clint informs Tony had Kate has stated that the video of Lucky and Brandy with the bubbles were adorable.

When Tony had brought up one of the Jessica's, to which Clint hasn't even thought of many years it's been since he saw baby Dani (who was most definitely not a baby anymore. THAN THERE'S THE OTHER JESSICA. Her and Gerry, which he thinks he can figure out why Tony was asking. That's an EX. ❝ If Jess and Gerry are available, just go for it. Just let me know if they are there, though I doubt they'll still be there by time I get back after meeting. ❞ Which usually wraps up around eight. ❝ Y'know Greer's got her kid too. ❞ Tiger kid and super baby would be a duo of a menace if Clint remembers anything about the few times he's met William or heard Greer talk about a bundle of energy.

ON THAT TOPIC SETTLED, CLINT PARTS THE DAY. He gives the two of them each a kiss, which he swears he is not trying to make Tony Stark jealous at all. Brandy exclaiming BIBI after he had kissed Tony, which earned her another one. HEY, DON'T LOOK AT ME, SHE ASKED NICELY.

Duffel bag in hand, packed with the needs for a day out on the streets of New York. He probably shouldn't have some arrowheads tucked into the back, his mini wrist crossbow that he designed but EMERGNECIES HAPPEN. Even if Clint's the guy who can and has weaponized literally anything given to him. MIGHT AS WELL HAVE SOMETHING.

Clint hopes that Kate does text him a little more, or even give him specifics about grabbing coffee this week. HE JUST HOPES THAT SHE DIDN'T FEEL LIKE A BOMB WAS DROPPED ON HER. Or at least, that it wasn't a bad thing. That's what he thinks about on the bus, which he had grabbed coffee right after he gotten the bus and found the shelter that needed volunteers today.

He enters the building, and checks himself in. Saying that he was hear to volunteer, that they usually needed dish washes and basically anyone to do some cleaning (whatever they needed for that). He says that he could say for quite a few hours, but would need to be wrap up before he had an apartment. That he needed to be signed off on, for the hours.

There is a small clerical error, even if he had called ahead the other day and asked about volunteers, and if they screened them, if they would sign off on service hours. WHICH THEY SAID THEY DID. Turns out the girl was just new and didn't know much yet about this place.

IT'S BORING. He washes dishes, he talks with a few guys but most of the time, he jut cleaning dishes, changing out sheets, wiping down tables and things brought in. HE'S NICE, SEES PERHAPS, A LOOK AT REALITY HE WASN'T FACING. Guy was drunk, clearly, and he looked like he needed help and he was turned out, had to be sober to be here. It didn't quite sit right with Clint, but he bites his tongue because he's on his whole own journey right now. He can't get derailed.

The cuticles of his fingers feel completely eaten away, from how much cleaner he's used, at the end of the few hours he had spent at the shelter volunteering. It's starting to gnaw at him, that guy but there's no sight of him when he leaves the building. He feels like hypocrite, a phony, but than he was sober and he's going to be fine. Has a whole building.

HE GAVE HIMSELF TIME. To talk a walk, get some food and more coffee, than find a spot to chill before he went into coffee. He thinks about where he could peruse to find Tony a new mug but doesn't want to be late to therapy. HOPEFULLY THIS TIME WOUD BE BETTER.

SPOILER ALERT. IT WAS NOT.

Clint eats a hot dog with all the fixings, and downs another coffee. HE PETS A DOG. THAT'S REALLY NICE. He loves dogs. Almost brings a cat home, as he had spotted a small cat (can't tell if its a kitten or not) with half a talk but the feline slips away. IT'S BETTER THAT AWAY. If he got distracted by a cat, he'd miss therapy. Which, he didn't really like the guy, but he should give it a second shot. SO HE CAN'T BE LATE.

For record, he isn't late. He gets there on time, even a few minutes before and has to wait at least ten minutes which in therapy time that's kind of a lot. When he's called in, that's fine. THINGS ARE FINE. They talk, and Clint wants to talk about Tony. He wants to talk about Kate. HE'S GOT AN IDEA OF HOW THIS'LL GO, WHAT HE WANTS TO DISCUSS. That's not to say that they don't get there, but the guy is kind of treating him more like a case study. WANTS TO DIG INTO CHILDHOOD, WHY HE BECAME A HERO.

It's not what he signed up for; when did his alcoholism get bad, where did it start and why did that matter? YEAH. HE DRANK OVER THE YEARS. He was good at hiding it, but oh my ⸺ WELL, WE'LL CALL HER BEST FRIEND ⸺ cause sometimes calling Kate a mentee felt wrong to how much she has grown over the years, and all that she could do and knew without ever being guided, ever being taught by him. WHICH IS ONE OF THE POINTS THAT GOES REALLY WRONG.

Clint starts to get agitated, and they still have talking time. There's a sort of insinuation that Clint's suppressing the desire to sleep with Kate, which URKS HIM, MORE THEN URKS HIM. That he is, perhaps eager to reconnect with Kate, because he'll finally be an option or able to; and WHO CHECK YOUR FUCKING LISCENCE? ⸻ Calm down, Mr. Barton, you are here ⸺ he doesn't like being told to calm down. However, if he had to listen to this fucking guy. . . WHAT IF HE GOT KICKED OUT OF THERAPY, because he's uncooperative.

Is he the one that's the problem here? That he's NOT actually hearing, or listening to what the therapist is saying. That perhaps, he's not actually being honest and screwing up his whole recovery not being open as he thinks he was. Glamifying everything he tells everyone, to hide the truth. WAS HE BEING THE PROBLEM?

He leaves therapy worse for wear, a lot worse than the whole day. Tony's texted him. A few times throughout the day that he's ignored, and he's ignoring the texts a little more. HE'S FINE. HE CAN BE FINE. Clint'll head to AA (which he needs it because arguing with a therapist, and there's more even from the first session; it had felt more like the guy was getting into his head more than there to help). HE NEEDED TO GO. The usual place, even if he's sure he could find a few drop ins right now. HE CAN GET THROUGH THIS URG TO FUCK IT ALL. What was the point if he wasn't doing recovery right, right? If he's still the problem.

He's googling mapping a few food trucks he could grab something to eat from, because he's hungry. AND THAT'S WHEN THIS DAY TAKES A SHARP TURN. He recognizes some guys on the street, TWO OF THEM.

THE ENFORCERS ⸻ The Ox and Fancy Dan, and they've got funny looks about them. Talking someone down, and giving each other glances. SOMETHING IS UP HERE. Clint, despite what was the better course of action, follows them. To see what was up, what was doing on. THESE FELLAS WERE UP TO SOMETHING.

They don't notice him following, and then they were going in a building and Clint waits outside. THIS IS WHY HE BROUGHT SOMETHING. He clenches his fist around the duffel back. THEN THERE'S GUN SHOTS, YELLING.

He has to rush in, but his knee, his shoulder; NEW YORK'S LAWS WERE TRICKY. Even Matt Murdock told him, that he could count Luke's goodwill goodbye if he jumps into trouble as Hawkeye again, if he gets caught. THERE'S THE ISSUE WITH HAWKEYE BEING TIED INTRISTICALLY TO CLINT BARTON. Even looking like himself now, he's Hawkeye. Been recognized a few times today, and it WASN'T A GOOD FEELING WHEN HE HAD BEEN

The cops take way too long, and Clint's already a little late but it's a three hour meeting; he just had to get through the doors of AA and not drink. THERE'S A SCREAMING WOMAN, A KNOCKED OUT GUY IN THE OX'S ARM. The back door, the one Clint's been watching, contemplating getting involved.

If he did, he might as well throw everything way. IF HE DIDN'T? THAN WHO WAS HE? If he did, and he was seen, this relationship with Tony over; Kate and him OVER. TOSSED AWAY.

Clint's frozen as they come out, and by habit, he's ready getting the mini crossbow out, rigging up a bolt and STOP, YOU HAVE TO STOP. Fancy Dan and the Ox catch his eye, they were going to get away. THE COPS RUNNING IN, SHOOTING, AND IT'S A WHOLE DAMN MESS. He has now idea what they were doing, how many guys were in there and. . .

WALK AWAY, HAWKEYE ⸻ He hears that, not sure if anyone had said that. Clint inhales, and Fancy looks at him. SMILES AT HIM. He slows down to strut by him, because he's got time to get away from the cops. CONFIDENT. The Ox looks like him, swaps the unconscious guy to another shoulder, rears his fist.

" Leave him, he's one of us and 'side, he won't do anything. CAN'T unless he really wants to be like us." ⸻ DO SOMETHING. DO SOMETHING. ⸻ "Thanks for helping us get away, Ronin? Hawkeye? Clint Barton, let's do this again."

Fancy Dan seems so sure that Clint's ONE OF US, that to imply, he was one of the bad guys now. He can't do anything. THEY WALK AWAY. ⸻ He should have shot an arrow, but than the cops were breaking through and two men pick up their pace.

A cop burst through and sees his crossbow. ARM GO UP. "Wait, Hawkeye?" AND DAMMIT, THE COP RECOGNIZES HIM TOO. ❝ Promise I didn't do anything. ❞ The cop gives him an eye, debating if they should call this in but there's no arrows and the bad guys got away. EITHER THEY THINK HE HELPED THEM, OR THEY SEE HE REALLY DIDN'T DO ANYTHING.

Clint's let go, with a feeling like he's a car crashed into the lake, starting to sink. EVERYTHING HURTS. He wants to drink, and he should go to aa meeting right now, slip in late when thing were already rolling.

HIS FEET WALK HIM. TAKE HIM SOMEWHERE. ⸻ THE FINAL VERDICT?

Clint's standing outside of a bar, it looks busy; it's a theme night he can tell. He stares at the sign, at the people going in and out, people smoking outside. WATCHES, STANDS OUTSIDE FOR TOO LONG. Just outside the door, and someone asks if he's going in or not; he's kind of blocking the door. OH HE HADN'T REALIZED THAT. When had his feet moved toward the door.

Embarrassed, he slip inside and finds himself a corner, near where a couple is throwing darts. IT'S A FUN NIGHT HERE. As he walks in, finds his spot; he's figuring out what everyone else is drinking, sees what they have behind the bar. HEART POUNDING, MOUTH WATERING, AND HE'S TRYING NOT TO HAVE A PANIC ATTACK.

Get out. Get out of here. HE'S ONE OF US. A bad fucking guy looked him in the eye, smile at him. HE SHOULD HAVE. . . Who was he without being Hawkeye? He did not even shoot an arrow. He stood by and did nothing. WHO WAS HE? WHAT KIND OF MAN?

And now he's in a bar, and he wants to get out and the waitress gives him more time, says she'll come back around. LUCK REALLY HATES HIM. He thinks that because a guy orders a round of shouts to celebrate SOMETHING, and puts a shot in front of Clint, tells him CHEERS, that he looked lonely.

Clint can't even get out a no out, or reject it. Luckily, he doesn't watch him. SO THE SHOT OF WHO KNOW ALOCHOL SITS THERE. Right in front of him taunting him, and he doesn't know how long he's there. He touches the glass, and what's one anyways? It's. . . He doesn't drink it. YET IS THERE.

Who knows how long he was actually there, long enough the normal meeting was probably there. HE ORDERS FOOD, MOSTLY BECAUSE THE WAITRESS CHECKS IN AGAIN AND HE FEELS AWFUL. A plate of fries sits in front of him too, along with the lonely shot.

Time passes, and he doesn't even look at the clock what time. THERE'S TEXTS FROM TONY. He calls, Tony picks up, the bar is much nosier now as it was later now, a few past eight. The noise probably picks up on the phone, and he can't say the words, can't get anything out. Paralyzed that Tony picked up. So he hangs up. TEXTS INSTEAD. The shot still full to the top, plate of food untouched. CLUTCHING HIS PHONE TIGHT.

[ Genius Superman ] -> sent at 8:09 pm ✉ -> sorry ✉ -> HELP ✉ -> pick me up ✉ -> (gps pin dropped/shared)