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[ruinedsam]

To further my “Meg calls Sam her little brother” agenda, when Azazel possesses John and tells Dean that he killed his son and exorcised his daughter, he makes a reference to Sam being his son as well. Maybe it’s when Dean is staring at his father’s body and it’s his voice threatening to kill Dean and when Sam starts to struggle to try to help Dean, Azazel turns around to say “Now now, son, I’m not ignoring you, but I need a few minutes to talk to your brother here.” Sam and Dean have other things to worry about and this slips their mind until other demons start referring to him as such as well. And when John goes to make his deal with Azazel and Azazel comments about how if only the boys knew how much their daddy loved them, he adds on something about how Sam is more Azazel’s kid than John, or at least he will be soon enough; maybe this happens when John reveals he’s hidden the truth about the special kids from Sam and Azazel says, “Oh Johnny boy, that’s colder than even I expected. Letting your kid run around searching for answers when you’ve had them all this time. And to think, you’re willing to make a deal for one son but you can’t even tell the other the truth about himself. But then again, Sammy’s more my son than he is yours, isn’t he? Or at least, he will be before long.” John has to weigh Dean’s life against whatever Azazel’s plan is that makes him so sure Sam will be Azazel’s son by the end, and still makes the same choice as in canon, still tells Dean he might have to kill Sam but tells Sam nothing. It still gets revealed to Sam around the time it does, but when Meg reveals she’s possessing Sam, she calls him “our little brother” to Dean; also it’s important to me that Meg genuinely viewed this possession as a sibling bonding activity because she’s a demon. But one demon early in s3, I wanna say in Sin City but I’m not sure, tells Dean that Sam was supposed to take over after Azazel died and now there’s nobody actually in charge down there, so unless Ruby and this demon were lying and Pride was just running his mouth when he talked about how he was supposed to bow to Sam and called him the boyking, Sam was genuinely Azazel’s heir. But then we get to season 5, assuming HBO supernatural would follow the same broad plot, and when they’re in heaven and they see Sam’s memories, Dean talks about how he shouldn’t even be surprised none of Sam’s memories are of their family, after all he’s more Azazel’s son than he is John nowadays—and it is key that Sam and Dean never learn exactly what Azazel said to John, Dean is referring to the blood drinking the season before and all the demons calling Sam Azazel’s kid—and this is Sam’s worst nightmare, that he really is Azazel’s son and Lucifer’s vessel and the heir to the throne of hell and nothing he ever does will ever change that blood in his veins.

But to lighten it up a bit, because this agenda is not solely limited to HBO supernatural, I need a meeting with Sam and Abbadon where she kinda feels him out about maybe Sam taking over, because Azazel was a Prince of Hell who became the king and Abbadon was chosen by Lucifer to be a Knight and she just wants Crowley off the throne so she’s perfectly willing to use the original plan, and Sam stares at her for a solid minute because of all the things he expected from a Knight of Hell, inquiring after his interest in ruling Hell was not one of them. This also means that at any given moment, Crowley’s biggest competition for the throne is Sam, who flatly refuses every time. Abbadon catches up on everything that’s happened since her jump to the future and she learns Sam killed Samuel Campbell; she tries to use that as a reason to bond, because I think it’s funny if the demons just latch onto Sam: “I killed your dad’s dad, you killed your mom’s dad, we have loads in common.” Sam also gradually gets demons’ phone numbers until they make up about 80% of his contact list. Also, Crowley does not kill Meg here, because he knows she considers Sam a brother but isn’t sure if Sam considers her a sister and Crowley has no interest in dealing with Sam trying to kill him for killing his sister, just in case. Winchester Family Drama, Azazel blood edition. “Dean Winchester’s behind you, dumbass” but instead it’s “you know Sam Winchester’s my brother right?”

Ahhhhhh 👀👀👀 Omg I love both scenarios so much!!! Thank you mysterious speedy anon <3

it’s important to me that Meg genuinely viewed this possession as a sibling bonding activity because she’s a demon

You're so right about this!! We should see how demon's perceptions and opinions are just so skewed because they're no longer humans. According to the demon lore of the early seasons demons forget about being human, so of course they don't get them. And Meg being like well this was fun is much more compelling than her doing it for the sake of being evil or revenge (as I think she cited in canon).

this is Sam’s worst nightmare, that he really is Azazel’s son and Lucifer’s vessel and the heir to the throne of hell and nothing he ever does will ever change that blood in his veins.

You should know I was in full on sicko mode as I read this.

“I killed your dad’s dad, you killed your mom’s dad, we have loads in common.” Sam also gradually gets demons’ phone numbers until they make up about 80% of his contact list.

LMAO I love this so much 😂😂

Crowley does not kill Meg here, because he knows she considers Sam a brother but isn’t sure if Sam considers her a sister and Crowley has no interest in dealing with Sam trying to kill him for killing his sister, just in case.

This but, to bring in my cram agenda, he then goes to Sam and is like "look I didn't even try to kill your sister will you please fuck me now 🥺"

[homerforsure]

Saw the episode. Ascended to a higher plane. Wrote a small Coda that is as messy as my brain is right now. Bone Apple Tea.

"Heyyyyyy Buck!" Eddie answers the phone with a drawn out salutation that proves Tommy was not lying about him being sent away from the hospital with the good drugs. Or, not lying about the prescription, but about Eddie actually taking them. It wasn't so long ago that Eddie would take enough medicine to avoid being in agony, but never quite enough to actually feel relief. He wouldn't do that for Tommy, however close they are. It's something that Eddie's doing for himself. Buck's stomach was a swarm of butterflies three seconds ago, but that and the floaty happy way Eddie still says his name, has him smiling again in his kitchen.

"Hey Eddie. I, um, I'm sorry to call so late. I just wanted to see how- how you were doing."

"Eh, I'll miss a shift or two. But Doc says I'll be ready to go for playoffs," Eddie answers.

Guilt twists through him, harsh and acidic and Buck says, "Well I'm glad to hear that. They say the team doesn't have a chance without you and your, um, sky dunk." Eddie laughs, giggles really, in reply and Buck says, "I'm sorry, Eddie. I don't know why I did that. I mean- I- I know why. I was jealous of you and- and Tommy-" Buck's heart flips as he says his name and he's afraid the kiss is going to come flying out of his mouth and down the phone line- "But I never wanted you to get hurt like that."

"You wanted me to get hurt different?" Eddie asks, still laughing, but Buck feels stricken.

"No! I- maybe. I don't know what I wanted. I lost my mind for a little bit."

"You were jealous," Eddie repeats.

"Yeah, I was."

A long sigh and Eddie says, "I'm sorry."

"You don't have anything to be sorry for. I was the asshole. I could have- I knocked you out of your shoe."

"Do you have my shoe?" Eddie asks, more focused than he has been the rest of the conversation. Buck can hear him sitting up on the couch.

"Uh, no. No, I gave it to Chim. He's gonna give it to you when he sees you. And probably make about 50 Cinderella jokes."

"Right. He texted me. I remember."

"I'm sure he'll bring it by sooner if you need it. Or he could give it to Tommy." The flush is there again, hot down the back of his neck. Buck doesn't know how he's supposed to do this. Where is he supposed to keep all of this heat and possibility while he waits for Saturday.

"You don't like him."

"Who? Chim? He's growing on me."

"Tommy," Eddie answers in a tone that says duh. "You can't even say his name normal."

Of course Eddie can hear that. Of course he assumes that's the problem after the way Buck has acted since the moment they met the man. He thanks god that he decided to call instead of driving across town and checking on Eddie in person. His cheeks and his ears are burning like fire.

"He can tell, you know. We both can. He said he's going to come talk to you. Gave him your address. Wants to apologize." Eddie must have settled back down on the couch. He sounds sleepier, his sentences getting shorter and more breathy.

"He did. He um. He came by. We talked it out. I told him you guys didn't have anything to apologize for. I was the one who made it weird."

"So weird," Eddie agrees and Buck laughs. "You guys should be friends. He's awesome and you're awesome and we can all hang out together and it would be..."

"Awesome," Buck finishes. He thinks it might be.

"I forgot you don't know that."

"Know what?" Buck asks, when Eddie's mumble doesn't come with any additional clarification. "Eddie?"

"Hmm?"

"Never mind. Hey, you should get up and go to your bed. Sleeping on that couch is not going to help your ankle heal any faster."

"Tommy said that."

"Tommy's right. Come on."

Eddie groans as he sits up, cursing at Buck in what he thinks is under his breath, and asks, "You talked to Tommy?"

"Yeah, he just left."

"And we're okay? You like him now?"

Buck's blood roars through his ears and he wants to throw up and start laughing all at the same time. "Yeah, I think I do."

"Good."

He breathes through the sudden headrush as Eddie grumbles and hops his way off the couch and down the hall. Buck knows where he's finding his handholds by the echo off the walls and he winces when Eddie takes a misstep and swears again. He thinks for a second that he should be there, that he should help Eddie to bed, but Eddie would never let him. Buck wonders if Tommy would let him. He's wondering about so much now and he never did before.

"Hey, Eds?" The question is out before Buck realizes he's asking it, small and vulnerable, and he wants to claw it back and swallow it down before Eddie notices, but he doesn't have a chance.

"Yeah?"

Tommy kissed me. I want him to do it again.

"No, nothing. Just. I'm sorry. I was out of line."

"You were," Eddie answers. "And I forgive you."

Something settles in Buck then. A piece that had still been sitting off kilter and jamming painfully under his ribs. He takes a deep breath, and joy washes fully over him, calming and centering. He doesn't ask the question again though. He thinks he wants to keep this tiny, glowing treasure to himself. At least for a little while.

"Bring me my shoe back and we'll call it even."

Buck laughs, letting the sound ring out through his apartment and he can hear Eddie smiling on the other end of the phone.

[silkenedstars]

Meeting On A Whim

After a series of unfortunate and tiring events, he finally gets to see the messages you sent to him.

₊✦Honkai: Star Rail | Aventurine x gn!reader | Contains spoilers for Penacony!!✦₊

Additional Notes: Kinda self-indulgent, this one is for every single person out there who was as devastated as I was when they got his final message.

A sigh of relief left Aventurine's lips as his back hit the soft cushion of the couch in his room.

The things he had to deal with, from losing his cornerstone to being threatened by that Galaxy Ranger, not to mention the upcoming and unnerving meeting with Diamond, left Aventurine exhausted, to say the least.

Fishing out his phone from his pocket, he sighed again. If only the Family bothered to put proper beds in the hotel rooms instead of just a bathtub that guided people to the Dreamscape, Aventurine sure could use one about now to take a quick nap but alas, he'd have to go home first before he could get proper rest.

And since there was nothing else he could do right now, he might as well play on his phone, maybe even check to see if he had any new messages. He doubted it— he had just gotten out of a phone call with Jade, Topaz wouldn't text him unless it was related to a mission but even then she preferred calling, and Ratio likely wouldn't be messaging him for a good while. So that only left him with one option… which was to play on his phone and wait for time to pass.

…that was what he thought, at least, until he saw all the messages he got from you. With his curiosity piqued, as well as feeling a pang of anxiety settle within his stomach, he decided to see what you had in store for him.

NO NOOOOOOOOO AVENTURINE DON’T GO I DON’T WANT TO SAY GOODBYE COME BACK Aventurine….. Please come back you're my bestest friend ever I swear if it turns out you're dead I'm calling Ruan Mei to revive you I don't care I miss you

A strange warmth blossomed within his chest, a light chuckle escaping him before he even realized it. "I never took you for the clingy type," he mumbled to himself, rereading the messages you sent; all of which were punctuated with crying Pom-Pom stickers.

It was strange, really. He never expected you to be so devastated by his "death", not when the two of you still barely knew each other.

Not when he never had anyone be this worried for him before.

Still, he couldn't help but feel at least a little bit guilty. He may not know you well just yet, but he did consider you his friend — even if it might not feel like it at times — and his disappearance must've been hard on you, too, given all the messages and stickers you sent.

He was initially thinking of sending back a message telling you he was alright, but maybe you'd appreciate seeing him in person more instead.

And so after sending you a quick message, he stood up and stretched before promptly leaving his room.

Come meet me in the VIP Lounge, we have a lot to talk about.

[hippopotamusdreamer]

Period Reds

genre. [F][C]

warnings. Talks about periods; as in MENSTRUAL CYCLES. No actual mentions of blood but it does talk about tampons, pads and cramps.

additional notes. Female! Reader | You/Your pronouns, reader is aged between Hyunjin and Han, includes all members of Stray Kids in some way, Lee Know as Minho

This was a request by an Anon!

Hope you don't mind that I tweaked it a bit!

pairing. OT8 x 9th member

w.c. 1.1K

synopsis. It's that time of the month again, so how do the boys handle it?

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Waking up, you knew that that day was going to be a problem.

You’d started your period yesterday. And as usual, Day 2 was always the worst for you. Everything felt twice as difficult. Lower back pain? Unbearable. Cramps? Unbearable. Overwhelming urge to not move? Unbearable in your line of work.

Not only did you have to waddle to the bathroom like some sort of deranged cowboy, but the ondol in the apartment stopped working at the beginning of month so your tootsies were cold. Your mother had always nagged that your cramps were worse because you were barefoot on the cold floor. You hated every second you were out of bed…

Not to mention your lower half needed a soak but the unfortunate thing about Korean bathrooms was that there was no tub. Just a double filtered showerhead attached to the sink.

At least the water heater worked…

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

After allowing the discomforts of this morning literally go down the drain, you found yourself holed up in one of Binnie’s pullovers. Not wanting to be confined to your room, you made your move. Fuzzy socks and house slippers on, you trudged your way to the living room, the plush couch calling your name. Everyone was out for the day besides Hyunjin since it was one of the rare days off.

Speaking of Hyunjin, the couch was where he found you not even fifteen minutes later of laying down. Half asleep and cozy with s Pochacco blanket that remained in the living room. The title song of some random Netflix show playing on the tv nearly lulling you to sleep.

As he dried his hair with a towel, he made his way to you. A pep in his step until he saw how your eyebrows remained furrowed. Kneeling by your head, he touched your forehead while calling out to you gently.

“Y/N-ah?”

“Mm?” you roused softly.

“You ok?”

“Mmhmm”

“You don’t feel warm, so you’re not sick…at least not yet.”

“’m not sick Hyunjinnie. My uterus is just mad at me for not being pregnant,” you mumbled.

“Oooh,” he says, already used to how casually you talked about your period with them. With that new information squared away, he took out his phone to message Minho.

‘We have a Code: Empty Nester’

Minho hyung: How is she?

‘Image.png sent’ Minho-hyung: Ah it’s day 2 Minho-hyung: Give me 20 minutes. I’ll be there soon. Minho-hyung: Message Felix too ‘Ok’ ‘Lix, we got a Code: Empty Nester’ Yongbokkie: Which day are we on? ‘2’ Yongbokkie: ‘2 ½ batches of extra fudge brownies coming up.’

Nodding to himself, he looked back towards you. You’d basically conked out on him, so he couldn’t ask you if you needed any of the American medicine you had. Instead he decided to do the next best thing.

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

Minho and Han walked into the rapper dorm; hands loaded with groceries for the soup that he was going to make for you. You’d commented once that it had settled your stomach when he’d whipped it up the first couple of times during your period. So now it was basically a staple during these times.

They were rendered motionless immediately after taking off their outside shoes. Through the opening that lead inside the apartment, they were able to see you and Hyunjin asleep on the couch. Somehow Hyunjin had managed to wiggle himself behind you and had essentially koala wrapped himself around you. They silently chuckled as they walked past, careful not to make a sound. It was common knowledge amongst them that you got terrible sleep any time you got your period.

The two of you stayed asleep until the soup was just about ready for lunch. Felix and Jeongin walked through the door, each carrying a kimchi container filled with brownies. Smiling as they watched you stir, Felix handed over his container to the maknae and made his way towards you.

“Hey sleepyhead,” he greeted softly while cupping your cheek as he crouched in front of you.

You gave him a delirious smile in return, still in the process of waking up.

“You hungry?”

“I am,” the muffled voice of Hyunjin was heard from behind you. The two of you giggle as the lanky man detangled himself from you.

“Minho-hyung made your favorite-” the Aussie began.

“Soooup,” you cut him off with a croak.

“Haha, yeah soup. And I made brownies.”

“Extra fudge?”

“Of course, I’m not a monster.”

“You guys are the best,” you said with your best half asleep smile.

“Wanna get up?”

“Yeah, just give me a sec,”

The other thing about Korea was that tampons were not widely used in comparison to pads. So getting a box of 12 was not worth the price. Instead you had to wait for your friends and family back in America to send you a mega pack to keep over time. Which meant that you were able to feel everything shifting as you moved about.

Hyunjin helped you up slowly from your laid down positions. Occasionally having to stop every now and then. Until a sudden pain in your lower stomach had you take a breath in sharply. A few seconds of worried glances from the boys had you reassuring them that you were fine and that it happened every now and then.

“I’m gonna go freshen up first then meet everyone in the kitchen, ok?”

As you made your way to your bathroom, you heard Jeongin calling after you.

“Hyung said that him, Changbinnie-hyung, and Seungminnie-hyung were at the store picking up snacks for your stash. But then Sungminnie-hyung said that they were out of your chocolate covered sunflower seeds. They said they’ll be here in like 15 minutes.”

“Aww, tell them I said that’s ok and thank you!”

Phone in hand, you sat on the toilet. You couldn’t help but reflect as the sounds of the boys getting rowdy in the kitchen intensified. You were very appreciative of them and how far your relationship with each of them had come. How grateful you were for their understanding of you and your menstrual cycle. There have been plenty of childish men in your life that had tried to make you feel bad when talking about it but they were no longer worth your time.

Your guys certainly made everything easier to deal with.

You knew you’d gotten lost on your phone doom scrolling when a timid knock sounded from the door and Chan questioned if you were alright.

‘Uh-oh…’

“…I’ll be out in a sec!”

a/n. For my sake, 9th member will never be a different age than where she's at. Just to keep everything orderly.

Tag list: @elizalabs3

This in no way reflects the actual persons involved/based in this fic, nor their actual character. This is purely fiction.

© hippopotamusdreamer, est 2024. all rights reserved.

[rubendiasthoughts]

Hey 💕 I know I have been slacking, but truth be told I just haven't been feeling it lately. However I managed to write this thing over the recent days, I hope you will like this. Thank you to the person who sent me this idea ❤ Sending love 💕

Ps. I will try to answer to the little scenarios you guys have sent in later 💕

Ruben noticing that the reader has lost weight due to stress related to her job:

The last few days Ruben hasn't seen much of her. Two days ago she just came back from a trip that she had to take for her work. And now that she was here she was working long hours, doing overtime and once she got home she was so tired the only thing she could think about was going to bed and finally getting some sleep. And he didn't have the heart to weary her with any additional conversations, he would only tuck her in and press a soft kiss to her forehead before going to bed himself. He tried to make it as easy as possible for her around the house too, he would clean and cook, making sure she didn't have to burden her mind with any of that.

Every time he saw her come in through the doors, he couldn't help but feel his heart sink at the image of her, her eyelids heavy, no sign of a smile on her face. Last night, when she came back, made her way to the bedroom and started stripping herself out of her clothes in order to put on one of his shirts and get under the covers he got a chance to get a good look at her, in a way he haven't had the chance to in the last few days. His eyebrows furrowed in worry when his eyes traveled up and down her body. It seemed to him that she may have lost some weight. Maybe the change wasn't very visible for everyone else, but for him, who knew her body so well it was pretty clear and it made thoughts race through his head. However, when he saw the little smile that she gave him after making herself comfortable on the bed next to him he made a silent decision he should leave this conversation for tomorrow. In fact, she told him earlier she finally wouldn't have to do overtime and would get back home earlier, so he realised that would be better than starting this topic today, when she was already half asleep. Before turning the bedisde light off he only leaned over her and pressed a gentle kiss to her temple, making her humm out in appreciation and he watched as the sleep overtook her.

The next day he decided to great her with a warm, yummy dinner ready on the table. When she came into the kitchen and saw him making the table, she couldn't help but curl her lips in a genuine smile. After so many days of hard work, there was nothing she wanted more than to spend a nice evening with her boyfriend. She came up to him, wrapping her arms around his torso, as he hugged her close to him.

"Hi baby, missed you" he murdered into her hair, before pressing a kiss to it. She returned the affectionate words to him, before looking up, waiting for him to lean down and press his lips to hers.

He pulled the chair out for her, making her giggle and he served the meal he prepared. She told him about her day, while they ate, his eyes we're glued to her, happy to see her enjoy the dinner he cooked for her. Nothing made him happier than taking care of her. And nothing made him feel worse than knowing that he was failing at it.

After finishing their meal they moved to the couch, leaving the dirty dishes in the sink, making quick promises to deal with them later. Ruben held her close to him, her head resting on his chest, as she focused on the movie that was playing on the TV screen. His stomach twisting from anxiety at the thought of the conversation he knew he had to start. Even though there was a part of him that was mad at her and even a bigger part that was angry at himself for not taking care of her properly, he knew he had to be careful with how he was going to bring it up. His nerves calmed a bit, as he pressed his lips to her temple, closing his eyes and inhaling the sweet scent of her perfumes that he loved so much.

"I want to talk to you about something" he mumbled against the side of her head in an attempt to catch her attention. She turned her head to the side, looking back at him with curiosity. A quiet humm left her lips, letting him know that she was listening to what he had to say.

"I've been worried about you, baby" he said, making her forrow her eyebrows in confusion. She freed herself from his arms in order to sit up straight and be able to turn around tand get a good look at him.

"What do you mean?" she asked seemingly clueless. In the back of her mind though, she had an idea what this could be about. She chewed on her lower lip in anticipation, waiting for what her boyfriend has to say.

"I just think you haven't been taking care of yourself properly, lately. You were stuck at work most of the time and have been overworking yourself and... I noticed you have been loosing weight recently, and I think it's important that you know it's not healthy for you." he rambled. "I only want to take care of you and always want the best for you that's why I feel like we need to have this conversation... " he stopped as he noticed tears welling up in her eyes, her lower lip pouted a bit.

"I know, I'm sorry" she whispered, trying her best to stop the tears from falling. Ruben extended his arms to her, pulling her into his chest, his hands roaming her back, trying to sooth her.

"Don't cry baby, it'll be okay. Tell me what's been going on, huh?" he mumbled into her hair.

"I've just been so stressed with work lately... And this new project has been so demanding, I just want to do my best with it and... I just couldn't really focus on anything but work." she sobbed into his shirt. "It's all just been so hard on me. I'm sorry." she couldn't help but feel guilty for making Ruben so worried about her.

"I know baby, it's okay." he comforted her. "We're gonna take care of this together, hmm? I'm gonna help you, sweet girl. Work is important, but you can't sacrifice yourself for it." he continued, earning a quiet nod from her. "You just have to promise me you will start eating properly now, okay?" he pressed another kiss to the top of her head.

"I promise" she whispered into the material of his shirt.

"That's my girl" he praised, causing a giggle to leave her lips. The sound of her laughter instantly lifting the heaviness that had been weighing on Ruben's heart. In his head he was already making notes, planning to text her everyday reminding her of her meals and to prepare food for her. He would do anything and everything to make sure his girl was alright.

[sen-ya]

own terms

Summary: “We have to tell ‘em soon.”

Law huffed, hurrying across his room to find a sweater to take refuge in. “As I’ve told you,” he hissed, rummaging through a drawer, “I’ll be waiting as long as possible.” 

Warnings: gender dysphoria, unplanned pregnancy

Word count: 1494

hi hello this is kinda part 6.5/7 of that comic series I’ve been posting. I have lotsa thoughts abt a lot of other points in this timeline but this is the only other one I’ve done something with oops.

“We have to tell ‘em soon.”

Law huffed, hurrying across his room to find a sweater to take refuge in. “As I’ve told you,” he hissed, rummaging through a drawer, “I’ll be waiting as long as possible.” 

Luffy sighed, flopping to the foot of their bed with his head in his hands. “That’s what I’m saying,” he reasoned. “I think it’s been as long as possible.” 

Law rolled his eyes at his husband. “Well, you think wrong,” he insisted, freeing an oversized black hoodie from his dresser. He pulled it on and observed himself in the mirror. “I’m hardly showing, and I have plenty of clothes like this.” He nodded, satisfied with the way the fabric swallowed him. “Honestly I may be able to conceal the whole thing without even using my powers,” this part was muttered to himself.

”Why though?!” Luffy whined. “My crew knows!”

“And I wish they didn’t!” If looks could kill, Law would have been guilty of mariticide and, in this moment, he didn’t even think he’d regret it. “Do we have to go through this again? I don’t want my crew to know I’m pregnant. It’s bad enough that Bepo made me tell Penguin and Shachi.” 

“Why’s it bad that your brothers know we’re having a baby?” The irritation in the Pirate King’s voice was becoming increasingly familiar to Law, it’d been weeks of this conversation and he was, quite frankly, sick of it. 

“I can’t believe you keep making me have this conversation,” Law sat at his desk and crossed his arms tightly across his chest. “At this point it’s just insensitive.” 

“Did you forget we’re pirates, Torao?” 

This was a new talking point. Law quirked an eyebrow. “And that means you can be insensitive?”

”I mean, kinda? – But wait, that's not the point,” Luffy sighed heavily, speaking slowly like he was explaining something to a child. “Your crew should know the kind of coverage you need.” 

Law shot to his feet. “You’ve proven my point,” he said sternly. “I don’t need additional cover. I’m just as capable as I’ve always been.”

”Torao—“ 

“I’m not having this conversation again.” He waved his hand dismissively and swiftly sent himself to the deck of his ship. 

Left behind, Luffy let himself indulge in a long, frustrated groan. 

—-

“You don’t understand,” Usopp implored. “If I were in his shoes I’d be sensitive about it too, okay?” 

Luffy crossed his legs on top of the crate he was perched on in Usopp and Franky’s workshop. “But he’s always so…I dunno…practical,” he sighed. “And not telling your crew — y’know, the ones you fight with — that you’re fucking pregnant is totally not practical!” 

“I dunno, dude,” Franky offered from his work bench. “You sure that’s why you’re so hung up on this?”

Luffy’s face scrunched up at the question. “What else would it be about?”

Franky lifted his welding mask and shared a knowing look with Usopp. They nodded back and forth and whatever nonverbal conversation they were having led to Franky sighing. “Okay, okay. Think about it. When’s the last time you ever saw anyone land a hit on Traffy?” 

That was a tough question to answer. Truthfully, most pirates wouldn’t touch the pirate king or his consort. The new World Government still required levels and levels of approvals to engage with either of them, and even then it’s not like Koby would grant that approval unless a lot of things had suddenly changed.

”Doesn’t matter,” Luffy decided. 

“Exactly,” Franky continued. “Now tell me, why else would you want the Hearts to know?”

Another tough one. What other reason could there be?

”They were the last ones to know about you two being together,” Usopp added helpfully. Franky cleared his throat, clearly he’d wanted Luffy to get to that fact on his own. Usopp shrunk into himself sheepishly in apology. 

“Yeah, I still don’t get why Torao was so embarrassed,” Luffy muttered, paying no mind to his friends' silent exchange.

”And how’d it feel knowing he was embarrassed?” Franky encouraged.

”…I…” Luffy looked down at his hands in his lap. “…Didn’t like it.”

”Bingo!” Usopp cheered. “But it wasn’t that he was embarrassed of you, was he?”

Having finally caught up to the conversation, Luffy rolled his eyes. “No,” he whined. “He’s insecure.” 

“Exactly!”

”But he’s not like that anymore!” 

“And this isn’t the same situation as before,” Usopp insisted. “You’re asking a trans guy to walk into a room full of people and say ‘hey everyone, I have a uterus!’”

”But they’re his nakama! And everyone knows Ikakku’s trans and it’s not like anyone’s ever been stupid about it,” Luffy pouted. 

“No one’s gonna be stupid about it,” the sniper agreed. “But that doesn’t mean they can’t subconsciously change parts of how they interact with him, even if it’s only while he’s pregnant.” Usopp huffed a laugh. “Even if he weren’t a guy I’d think someone like Traffy’d want to keep it under wraps. When Kaya was pregnant tons of randos wanted to touch her belly all the time. It’s fuckin’ weird.” 

“…Torao does hate it when people touch him,” Luffy muttered. 

“And Ikakku talks about being trans, those are conversations she chose to have. I get to talk about it if I feel like it, like only when I'm comfortable enough to. I’ll bet Traffy hates not having a say in the matter,” Usopp sighed in empathy.

Luffy straightened up at that realization and a momentary silence fell over the trio. 

Franky cleared his throat. “Just keep an eye on him if anyone’s dumb enough to fight us,” he said in summation. “He’s his own captain. Let him handle his crew.” 

He hated to admit it, but Luffy knew he was right. He offered a grunt of acknowledgement and nothing else. 

—

Luffy returned to the captain’s quarters of the Polar Two greeted by the sounds of his husband emptying his stomach in the en-suite bathroom. It wasn’t an uncommon state to find him in these days, but it certainly didn’t make it any better. He made his way to the ajar door and poked his head in. Law sat on the floor, forehead resting on his arm that was slung across the toilet. Upon noticing his company, he shot his husband a glare.

”Lunch taking revenge?” Luffy offered light-heartedly. 

Law held his glare for a moment longer before allowing his face to soften slightly. “What else is new,” he grumbled, looking away. He decided his stomach was settling enough to relocate so he flushed the toilet and moved to get to his feet. Luffy was there in a flash, gently taking his arm.

”I don’t need any help,” Law sighed, pulling his arm back and reaching for his toothbrush. Luffy hovered, waiting for him to finish brushing his teeth before he spoke.

”I’m sorry,” he offered, hanging back in the doorframe of the bathroom while Law went to sit at his desk. 

“Are you now?” Law cracked open a book, pulled a few pages of loose leaf from a precarious pile on the desk, and started to scribble on them. 

“Yeah,” he replied, tentatively crossing the room to stand behind his husband. “Usopp and Franky reminded me that when you didn’t tell your crew we were together it wasn’t ‘cause you were embarrassed to be with me.”

Law placed his pen flat on his desk. “…That’s what this has been about?”

Luffy wrapped his arms around the other captain’s shoulders and nuzzled into his hair. “Maybe.”

They stayed like that in silence for a few long moments.

”I’m not embarrassed to be having your baby,” Law muttered after a while.

”I know.” 

“I’m embarrassed to be having a baby period.” 

“I know.”

“I’m certainly not embarrassed of her.”

“I know.”

”And I’m their captain,” Law continued. “I don’t want them thinking I’m less capable because…”

”They’d never think you’re not capable. They may be more protective though, and I get that you don’t want that.” 

Law nodded. “…Yes,” he agreed, leaning back into his husband’s embrace. 

“But if someone’s dumb enough to come after us, you can’t do anything stupid okay?”

That earned a hearty laugh. “Look who’s talking,” Law chuckled, looking up into Luffy’s eyes. 

“I mean it!” Luffy insisted. “You’re super strong. But…” He let his hand travel down to rest protectively on the front pocket of Law’s hoodie. 

“I know,” Law whispered. “If I’m being honest, I have been thinking about your point. It’d be…practical for them to know.” 

Luffy grinned at that. “And you do love practical.” 

Law nodded pensively. 

“Anyway, you tell ‘em when you’re ready. I’ll get off your ass about it.” In one swift motion Luffy hooked an arm under his husband’s legs and whisked him out of his chair bridal style. 

“Excuse me,” Law protested. “I have work to do!” 

“Yeah, I got stuff to do too!” the other captain laughed, turning on his heel to close the short distance to their bed.

[bullet-prooflove]

Crime Wave: David Hale x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @hatersaremymotivators bennykk kelpies-shed

Companion piece to Graffiti

David Hale wants to court you.

It surprises you because up until now the men in your life have been interested in one thing and one only and that’s fucking you.

When he calls you that night, you fully expect it to be a booty call. It’s past ten pm and you’re curled up in your arm chair, listening to the sounds of the 70s, 80s,and 90s over the radio as you sketch out a scene from the café on Main Steet earlier today. It’s nothing special, just a flower that you saw in a glass of water but you haven’t been able to get it out of your head so you’re committing it to paper. That’s usually how your art comes to you, you see something in the wild that sticks in your brain and you can’t let it go, not until you’ve drawn it.

Usually it’s people. You have entire sketchbooks dedicated to folks you don’t know the names of because you’re fascinated by their posture and facial expressions. It’s the reason you decided to draw David this morning.

When you met it had seemed like he carried the weight of the world up on his shoulders but in that moment, asleep in your bed, he’d seemed relaxed, free. You’d wanted to capture that. You didn’t intend to give the picture away and the phone number had been a last minute addition, hastily scrawled as he was heading out the door.

The truth is you never expected him to call.

“Don’t tell me it took you this long to find my number.” You tease after he greets you.

He laughs and that sound, you don’t realise how much you’ve missed it during the twelve hours you’ve been apart.

“It’s been a busy night.” He tells you as he sits at his desk, reviewing the arrest reports. “It’s been hard to find a moment between throwing the regulars in the drunk tank and arresting delinquents for drawing dicks on other people’s property. It seems you’ve started a trend, one that’s going viral.”

“You’re kidding right?” You say, tapping your pencil on the surface of your sketchpad and you can envision him shaking his head with that amused expression of his as he surveys the evidence.

“I wish I was.” He tells you and you hear the chair creak as he leans back in it. “Cars, mailboxes, shop windows. You’ve inspired a crime wave.”

“Honestly David, I’m so fucking embarrassed.” You say as you press your fingertips to your lips. “Let me make it up to you.”

“This is dinner and a movie at least.” He tells you with a humorous lilt to his voice. “I can give you a tour of your handiwork afterwards, we can rate them, biggest to smallest, most anatomically accurate…”

You can’t help but laugh and on the opposite end of the line David feels something blossoming in his chest.

“I actually took some pictures for evidentiary purposes if you’d like a preview.” He tells you as he scrolls through his phone. “I thought I’d ask as I’m against sending unsolicited dick pics to women I’ve just met.”

“That implies you’ve sent some to women you do know in the past.” You tease and you swear you can feel the blush creeping across his cheeks as he clears his throat.

“I can neither confirm or deny…”

“Some would consider it a form of art.” You say as you survey the images he’s just sent you. There’s some real creativity going on in these pictures, you’ve never seen such a variation of cocks. You wonder if you should be putting together some sort of art installation.

“Like your life modelling?” He prompts and you tune back into the conversation.

“Does that bother you?” You ask him. “That other people see me naked on a regular basis?”

It’s been a source of contention with most of your previous partners. They don’t understand that life modelling isn’t about sex, it’s about the art form, about providing a subject for students to learn from, to develop. It’s not a job for just anybody, you have to be comfortable with yourself, sociable enough to put the artists at ease especially in the beginning stages of their journey.

“No.” He says and you can tell he means it. “You have a beautiful body.”

It’s your turn to blush.

“Do you want to come over tonight?” You ask him and he hesitates.

“Yes.” He says finally. “But I think we should wait for that dinner and a movie.”

You read between the lines.

I want to fuck you, but I want to date you too.

“Tomorrow night.” You say as you scroll through your phone searching for the movie listings. “I’m free tomorrow night.”

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Like My Work? - Why Not Buy Me A Coffee

[alsoamalthia]

Fandom question!

Have any Supa Strikas HCs going round?

*kicks the door open* I'M BACK!

Okay, first of all, anon, I opened this Ask when you sent me this but I held it there because I haven't really thought of any headcanons and it's only now that I got to gather some.

Most of these are basically just piggyback riding on other people's headcanons with a little addition of my own based on my observations.

Let's start with my fave headcanon.

1. Coach is divorced.

This is adding on to that one headcanon I saw that says Coach is going through a divorce and Rasta is the only one he told about it (I forgot who said this but if you're reading this, I hope you don't mind me hopping on to it).

My headcanon is the series started with him still married, and sometime in the middle of the series (around S3-S5), he's going through a divorce and by S6-S7, it has been settled.

The reason I hopped on to this headcanon is how in License to Coach(?), I noticed how his home wasn't designed for a single user. In addition to having a bed for two people (I design houses yet I do not know what it's called), there are some design choices in the house that doesn't look like they're made by Coach and looks like they're the design choice of another person. Well, at least that's based my own understanding of Coach and how I think he chooses his furnitures lol.

2. Big Bo was a top student.

So he has a library of books and it had been implied that he actually reads them. It's basically just that. He probably read encyclopedias for fun when he was a child.

3. Shakes was a theater kid.

Or he secretly is.

I haven't seen Rookie Season so I don't know if this is canon lol. Okay, so he can sing; this I know is canon. I think he secretly sings Santa Fe in the shower.

He auditioned for the role of Marius or Enjolras in their school's production of Les Miserables. He got accepted for the role of Marius but rehearsal schedules are conflicted with his football practice so he had to drop it.

4. Skarra once had a band in HS.

Again, I haven't seem RS so I don't know if this is canon.

I feel like he'd sing something Fall Out Boy or My Chemical Romance. I also want to think this is how he met Kat. Kat once sang with them. I know the canon first meeting was 'business reasons' but hey, you asked for headcanons and this is it for me.

[crazy-ache]

could u do 4 and 5 from the kissing prompt list for elucien?? (very reminiscent of indiana jones👀) i hope your having a great day!! <3

Omg anon I did not forget about you!! I just ran out of inspiration/time but both finally found me. I did my best to meet your request, Indiana Jones and all. Thanks for your patience!!

4..where it hurts. / 5…where it doesn’t hurt.

“Hold still!”

It was mystifying the way Lucien nimbly dodged her, pushing her hands aside at every turn. “I’m fine, I can heal myself!” Lucien barked, although Elain detected the edge in his voice was more nerves than anger. He was bruised and battered from a troubling encounter with his brothers who had been sent at Beron’s request. Elain was determined to help his injuries, for he had defended her life with honor and a feral steadfast dominance.

“It’s the least I can do, please—” Elain couldn’t hide the irritation in her voice as she tried to locate the source of bleeding from his ribs by lifting his shirt.

“Elain—”

“Stop fighting me—”

Growing tired of their dance of avoidance, Elain launched herself at Lucien, where they landed in a tangled heap on the bed. He struggled against her, but she slapped away his hands until she found the pool of blood on his abdomen, her fingers trailing the surrounding area of the lesion. “Alright you stubborn male, is this where it hurts?”

Elain’s eyes trailed from the wound angled along his ribs, up his heaving, muscular chest, where they found his face flushed as bright as his molten hair to match, his mismatched orbs wide at her stare. Her face flickered with confusion, unsure why he was feeling so unmistakably embarrassed—until she suddenly realized exactly how she had ended up on top of him. Lucien was pinned beneath the tight grip of her thighs, as she straddled him to get the best look at his injuries.

That realization was quickly followed by the source of Lucien’s embarrassment—the hard pressure pushing between her legs. Looking down slowly, she found the evidence of Lucien’s erection outlined by the thick, long shaft clear beneath his pants and now pressed against her core.

“Oh—” Her cheeks reddened in a tidal wave of heat. “Is—is that because of me?”

Lucien answered with a groan, his hands flying to cover his face in humiliation. Elain did not move, afraid to create any additional friction between their bodies.

“Yes, Elain. Because you are touching me.”

His hands slid painfully down his face until they were gripping the sheets of the bed.

“Gods, help me, Elain. From the moment I saw you, it’s been all about you. It’s still all about you, and it will always be about you.”

There were no words. It wasn’t about what she heard leave his lips, it was entirely about what she felt radiating from his skin. It wasn’t just the powerful hardness rubbing against her core. It was his heady, salty scent flooding her in an intoxicating spell. He was burning like a furnace, raw and hungry, and she was the only one who could feed his desire. All of it unleashed, just by her touch.

Tentatively, as if afraid of scaring a cornered animal, Elain reached for one of his hands hanging onto the bed for dear life. He breathed through his nose as she dragged it to the still bleeding wound. Eyes locked on his, she motioned for him to heal his wound with his magic. He obeyed, and she did not let go of his hand as his magic hummed underneath their fingers.

“Where doesn’t it hurt?” Elain asked, softer than a whisper.

His eyes searched hers for answers, but she only looked at him expectantly, urging him to show her. Their hands were still touching. Wordlessly, Lucien pointed to his shoulder.

Delicate in a manner only Elain could be, she sank deeper into his body, leaning forward to plant her lips against the muscle he had pointed out. “Where else?” She could hear his heart rattling against his chest, fluttering faster and faster. He dragged his finger to point to the spot along his jaw, right below the jagged scar on his eye.

Elain leaned forward again, bringing her lips to kiss the spot with more pressure. When she felt the contact elicit a breathless groan, his cock straining more so against her, she couldn’t stop her tongue from flicking out to taste him along his jawline.

She looked at him again, her own chest heaving in sync with his own. “Where else?” There was a flame in his eye as he brought his finger to lips.

This time, it was Lucien who crashed into her. He kissed her—and it is all together sweet, greedy, and fiery. She had never known kissing like this before, to be drowned and burnt by it at the same time. To shudder against teeth with both wicked smiles and desperate moans. His hands are voracious the way they roam across her flesh; in a blur, he flipped them over, until she is pressed beneath him with her arms pinned above her head.

And so Elain, swollen and aching, let her mate show her just how much she was the object of all his desires.

Kiss prompts.

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Valkyria Chronicles? It's been a long time since I heard of that, thanks for the nostalgia trip you sent me on.

How about the squad 7 members when their S/O gets injured?

(Valkyria Chronicles) Welkin, Alicia, Isara, and Rosie's S/O getting injured

3 other friends and I have been playing VC2, and I've been replaying 1 and got reminded of my love for the game, thus their addition here.

Though absolutely startled to hear that S/O took a hit during the skirmish, Welkin tries his best to remain calm.

Welkin approaches the medical tent S/O is staying in and takes a deep breath seeing the bandage wrapped around them.

(Welkin) "Thank goodness you're alright..."

Before sitting next to S/O, he personally attends to every soldier that was injured as well, finally taking a seat next to S/O when he's done.

His mind is put at ease knowing they'd recover, but can't help but feel responsible for the injury since he ordered S/O into the position to begin with.

(S/O) "You don't have to stress about me y'know?...Ah, why don't you tell me about some of the animals you saw on the way here?"

LAST MISTAKE.

Now, S/O has to deal with the consequences of Welkin yapping their ear off about the type of fauna generally found in this area for an hour, getting his mind off their injury and onto his borderline-obsessiveness with nature.

Much to the dismay of S/O's other squadmates in the tent.

(Welkin) "-...and the type of beetles are also quite uncommon! They generally don't make themselves known until the spring and-...S/O?"

S/O was sprawled out on the bed with a drained smile, putting one hand on his shoulder.

(S/O) "Welkin...I think you should probably go to the debriefing."

(Welkin) "Huh?...OH! R-Right, I'll catch up with you later!"

Once he promptly made his exit, one of the soldiers next to S/O on the stretcher turned their head to them.

(Soldier) "Why did you have to ask him about nature?"

(S/O) "I...w-wasn't thinking..."

Alicia is absolutely stricken with worry the moment S/O's injuries reaches her.

Flying open the tent's flaps, her eyes scan the area before finally landing on S/O and rushing to their side.

(Alicia) "S/O! Are you alright?! How bad was the shot-"

(S/O) "W-Woah! Alicia, I-I'm alright!...OW!"

Alicia had grabbed their arm, and their wincing did little to calm her down.

(Alicia) "You call this 'alright'? If you had gotten hit any closer-"

She quickly goes silent when she realizes half the room was staring at her, making Alicia clear her throat.

(Alicia) "Apologies for disrupting the quiet. As you were, everyone."

With a quick salute she sighs and sits back down next to S/O, squeezing their hand.

(Alicia) "I'll be back with something to drink at least. Promise me you won't get hurt like this again, okay?"

(S/O) "As long as you promise to as well."

With a soft giggle and a final squeeze of their hand, she nods and leaves.

The moment she helps finishes the Edelweiss's repairs, Isara quickly makes her way to the medical tent where S/O was being held.

Isara sits next to S/O and brings them a canteen full of water.

(Isara) "Sorry I couldn't be here sooner, are you holding up okay?"

(S/O) "Yeah, just stings like hell..."

Isara's quiet laughter eases S/O, until they noticed some of the soldiers glaring at Isara.

She doesn't even have to hear them speak, Isara knows already what's got S/O trying to move out the bed.

(Isara) "First of all, you shouldn't be moving.-"

With a hand to their chest shoving them back in the bed, she shakes her head.

(Isara) "And secondly, don't focus on them. Just focus on me, okay?"

(S/O) "Darcsen or not, you're still fighting alongside us! They should-"

Isara's hand moved to S/O's and just holds it tightly.

(Isara) "Believe me, if they want to say something to my face, I'll have something to say right back...But thank you. It still means a lot to me."

S/O just sighs and nods, the pain of their injury mostly subsiding from their mind now.

Rosie would have kicked the door open if the medical tent was a building, instead the flaps flew wildly as she announced her presence.

(Rosie) "S/O, you idiot!"

S/O slumps in their bed as some snickering came from the other soldiers.

Though they were quickly silenced when Rosie closed the distance, gesturing for them to mind their own damn business.

Rosie crossed her arms and stood staring at S/O.

(Rosie) "How in the hell did you manage to get hit? What, were you just not paying attention?!"

(S/O) "Ugh, y-yeah. They caught me by surprise-"

(Rosie) "Next time, focus better on your drills! I'm not dragging your ass out of the fire if there's a next time!"

S/O wryly smiled and nodded, all the while Rosie just scoffed and rolled her eyes.

(S/O) "Appreciate the concern as always, Rosie."

(Rosie) "Psh, whatever."

Rosie at the very least grabs their shoulder tenderly...Before shaking it violently and startling S/O.

(Rosie) "Wipe that smirk off too. I gotta get back to cleaning my equipment."

[rea-grimm]

Deal with the devil - Crocodile pt 2

Almost a week passed and everything went back to normal. You felt much better too. No fatigue or dizziness. You were healthy as a fish.

You served your punishment by having to close your poison workshop and the only way you could study them was through books.

At first, you didn't want to give it up, but when you saw how unpleasant it affected your life, you decided to find another hobby. However, it was a harder nut to crack than you expected.

You had too much free time so you headed to the warlord to see if there was anything you could do. It would be enough for you to sit next to him and just listen to what he was doing.

You were about to go inside when you heard voices from the room. You recognized Crocodile's voice, but you never heard the other one in your life. You didn't want to disturb him and were already planning to leave when the door opened by itself.

Before you could do anything, an unknown force pressed into your back and began pushing you into the room. Inside, Crocodile was standing behind the table, looking angry. You wanted to say something but you couldn't. The invisible force that pushed you into the room was now holding you in place and holding you tight.

The floor caved in on the stranger, but he didn't even care. He levitated over it like it was nothing. In addition, the room was littered with deep gashes from Crocodile's attack. What the hell was going on here?

More sand began to appear around the demon and soon surrounded him. However, before the warlord could complete his attack, the sand stopped listening to him and fell to the ground, while the devil did not have a scratch or a speck of sand on him.

“I hope you've had time to say goodbye,” the demon said nonchalantly, snapping his fingers. That was also the last thing you heard before the whole world went black before your eyes and you were completely enveloped in darkness.

This time Crocodile managed to catch you with the sand before your body hit the ground. He cradled you in his arms, while he launched the last attack on the devil. He sent the strongest sand attack he was capable of. However, as soon as the sand was about to touch him, the demon disappeared like steam over a pot.

Crocodile hadn't been this angry in a long time. How could he afford to lose you a second time? He was furious. He immediately changed the task of all Baroque Works to a single one. Find the demon and force him to heal you.

Meanwhile, he carried you to your room himself. Instead of going to bed, however, he put you in his arms and didn't want to let you go. You were so small compared to him and now he could see how fragile you were.

He lit a new cigar and thought about what to do next. He wasn't going to just believe that you were gone for good. He exhaled smoke as he felt someone else enter the room.

"Such a beautiful flower. Wouldn’t it be terrible to watch her wilt so fast?” came the familiar voice of the demon whispering in his ear. The Warlord didn't say anything to that though and just stroked your cheek with his thumb.

"Still want to get rid of me? Even though you know I can save her?” he exhorted. You weren't dead, but rather on the brink of death. You were still breathing, but your heartbeat was so weak that it was almost invisible.

"Price?" Crocodile finally asked.

"Nothing you need," he replied mysteriously. “It’s nothing that separates you from this desert flower. You don't even know you have it,” and he smiled mysteriously with a dark glint in his eyes.

"What is it?" he asked impatiently. He didn't like it when someone tried to outsmart him.

"And what would be the fun if I told you? Take it or leave it. And as a bonus, I'll add immunity to all poisons. Even those not yet discovered," offered the demon.

Crocodile just chuckled at that. He had the impression that he had become a spectator in the market, a victim of a salesman who wanted to sell his product without limit. However, he finally agreed.

"Great! It was a pleasure to make a deal with you. I hope that you will continue to be together. I'm rooting for you!” were the devil's words before he snapped his fingers and disappeared.

When it was just the two of you in the room again, it seemed at first impression that nothing had happened at all. Or the change was rather minimal. You were still unconscious, but slowly but surely your breathing and heart were getting stronger and more stable. Even the colour returned to your face.

Despite all that, however, you didn't wake up, and Crocodile was getting the impression that the devil hadn't outwitted him after all. Those thoughts left him as pain shot through his entire body. He frowned and balled his hand into a fist.

His whole body was burning, but he felt the worst and greatest pain in his lower back, where he felt as if someone had grabbed him by the spine and was pulling it out of his body. This at the same time as feeling as if his head was going to explode.

The scar on his face burned and his fingers became numb after a while. He was writhing in pain but still holding you so he had to be careful not to accidentally crush you. During these moments of agony, his teeth were so clenched that he bit through his cigar.

When he thought the pain had become somewhat bearable, he spat out a bitten piece of cigar and lit a new one. He had to sit down in another way because something was pushing him from behind.

He had no idea how much time had passed when your lids fluttered and you sleepily opened your eyes. However, the room was completely dark.

You couldn’t remember what happened before. Your thoughts were in a fog. You sleepily rubbed your eyes as you realized you weren't in bed but in someone's arms. You felt him caress your hand.

You settled down better and rested your head on his chest for a while longer. Even though you just woke up, you were tired. As you rested for a little while longer, you remembered Crocodile's panicked expression before you passed out.

You gently took his hand that he was stroking you and looked into his face. In the darkness that prevailed in the room, his eyes glowed silver and thus illuminated his face, which you did not recognize in part. That you were still asleep and this was just a weird dream?

"What happened? Does it hurt?" you asked him with concern in your voice. You knelt at his feet and carefully caressed his scar, which had sharp crocodile teeth sticking up and down.

“It's nothing compared to the pain of losing you,” he replied, caressing your cheek. When you touched his scar it hurt, but it was nothing compared to when he was changing.

"But it still hurts, doesn't it?" you said as you noticed how he closed his eyes whenever you touched a changed spot. "What happened?" you asked him again, even though you knew the answer.

"You don't have to worry about something like that. It's already settled. Are you feeling better now?” he turned his attention to you. He didn't want to bother you because you would probably blame yourself or feel sorry for him. He didn't need either.

"Probably yes. I don't have any pain and no fatigue…” you shrugged. You felt good. Nothing was bothering you at the moment.

"I'm glad to hear that," Crocodile smiled happily. He was partly relieved to hear that.

“You look tired,” you said after a while, feeling a little tired yourself. This time, however, it was not due to illness. "And it's still dark outside. How about we go to bed?” you suggested

Crocodile hesitated for a moment. It was true that he was quite tired after all of this and was still sore from the change. But part of him was worried that if you went to sleep now, he'd find you gone in the morning. He finally pushed that worry out of his mind, lifted you into the air and carried you to the bed.

There you lay next to each other and Crocodile pulled you closer to him. It was easy for you to fall asleep in such proximity.

The next morning, you woke up earlier than the warlord. You rolled over so you could look at him. It was strange to see him like this. It wasn't until now that you noticed a pair of horns growing out of the edges of his forehead and curved back.

Careful not to wake him, you sat up and noticed the long crocodile tail curling under his feet and sticking out from your side of the bed.

Sure, he looked a little different now, some might even say scarier, but you didn't mind. You noticed that he sleepily opened his eyes. They still glowed goldenly, but it wasn't as noticeable as at night.

You laid down again and snuggled closer to him. You had no idea what had happened while you were out, but you trusted him that it was resolved.

News of his change spread relatively quickly and thus earned him the nickname the sand demon.

PART 1

Crocodile Masterlist

[mikaelsrose]

Reyna right after fighting her way back to the Light Realm✨

@bladesrc

We all know who I am, you know I had to start with angst🙈 I also decided to go a little extra and wrote a mini fic for this edit!

At first, she was blinded by the bright lights reflecting in the marble chamber and stunned as her head hit the ground. Then, all she heard was buzzing in her ears and some commotion in the distance. Someone was approaching, she deduced from the rhythmic thumping on the ground, and soon she felt the touch of so well-known hands on her cheek. Groaning, she forced herself to a sitting position, but immediately regretted that, feeling as if a wave of nausea was about to hit. 

She remembered saying something to him, and then vomiting, but after that she lost contact with reality, not unconscious but not able to take care of herself either, and that's when Kade took over, just as she'd done for him many times before.

When she came to, she was lying in bed in a familiar chamber with Kade holding her hand to his lips. There were two guards stationed by the door and she immediately tensed.

“Kade,” she whispered. “Am I in trouble?”

“Reya, thank the stars,” he mumbled, opening his eyes immediately at the sound of her voice, and he rushed to close his sister in a bear hug. She enveloped him too, although without as much force.

“You're hurting me.”

“Sorry, sorry, I am just so happy to see you again.”

Kade pulled away, but his hands remained on her shoulders, holding her in place as he took in the sight of her with glassy eyes and a big smile on his face. Reyna smiled back at him, but her brows furrowed.

“Why are you acting like this?”

“Like what?”

“Like you haven't seen me in so long. It was just a couple of days, I know it must’ve been stressful but—”

“Reya, you’ve been gone for a year.”

“Impossible,” she whispered, shaking her head. Only then she remembered that the last time she saw her brother his face was covered in bruises, while now there was not a single trace of them. Her face fell. “Where’s Tyril?”

Kade bit his lip, his hand now squeezed Reyna’s in a poor attempt to calm her down. “Don’t get nervous, you should be resting.”

“Did something happen to him?”

“No! No, he’s alright, it’s just… He’s in Undermount. Pretty much everyone left the castle by now, only Threep and Loola are here.”

They left. She swallowed slowly, trying to calm her nerves and to sort out her thoughts. “He left?”

“We combed through the Royal Archives together for months, but at last we reached the conclusion that perhaps the elves have the answers we were looking for, so he went back to work from there. He’s still looking, he didn’t leave you,” Kade reassured. “I’ll call a chambermaid for you and—”

"No, don’t. I’m alright, I can still take care of myself,” she stopped him and smiled weakly. 

“Are you sure?”

“I am," she nodded lazily. "I just want to take the bubbliest bath in history, my whole body hurts." 

Kade gently squeezed his sister's hand and sent her a reassuring smile. "Alright, you deserve it. I'll send for a physician in an hour, and then—"

"Send for Tyril, please."

As she caught a sight of her broken body in the mirror, she was glad the room was only illuminated by several candles. Her feet brought her closer to the reflective surface, her lip quivered unwillingly. 

Her fingers touched the protruding clavicles, then ribs, only to finally slide down to her hip bones, covered in multicoloured bruises. She lost weight. Her split lip started bleeding again, and she watched as the blood drops slid down her chin and then down her chest.

“Oh.”

A battleground. The first chance she had to see herself in a mirror was right before she entered the tub, inviting with the warm scent of lavender. Her body was a battleground. 

She swore under her breath, taking in every little bruise and cut, touching it just a bit too roughly, which caused additional waves of pain. Her body looked worse than after the battle with the Dreadlord.

Reyna shuddered at the thought of another scientist's hands touching her broken body, being exposed to another stranger. She felt lonely, her skin was cold. She wanted Tyril to hold her, to kiss every bruise and cut, to massage healing ointments into her skin as tenderly as only his hands could. But what if he didn't wait for her? What if it proved too much for him, and he found someone better in his homeland? What if her friends didn't look for her any more? 

Sighing heavily, Reyna carefully took off her underwear, cringing with every move, and threw it on the floor, intending to dispose of it the second she leaves the bathroom. 

She slowly submerged in the steaming water, and a sigh of relief left her lips when she lied comfortably in the tub. The bubbles happily burst against her skin, tickling her in the most delicate way, reminding her that one's touch can be gentle. If not for the burning in his eyes, she wouldn’t realise she was crying. She had no reason to—she didn’t even know what happened, after all. She didn’t remember. The wounds would heal and she would be brand new. She would find her friends, and they would be together again. All would be well. So why was she weeping, unable to catch a breath?

When she left the bathtub, the mirror was fogged, concealing her reflection from her eyes. It was better that way, she preferred not to see herself. 

Reyna looked around the well-known room, inspecting it for any changes, any traces of Tyril's recent activity, and at last her own belongings. 

They had spent the whole week between returning from the Shadow Realm and her kidnapping in this room, mostly in bed or in the bathtub. Naturally, she gripped his pillow, searching for his scent or a letter left on the sheets, only to find herself disappointed. She was conflicted, confused, a bit disappointed, still hoping Kade was playing a trick on her, and she was in fact gone for a few days. The weather was just as she remembered, trees lazily shedding their colourful leaves and chilly rainy nights. 

She had Kade dismiss the physician’s help, claiming she was fine. She would take care of it. She just needed to sleep it off.

Kade wrapped his arms as gently as he could around his bruised sister, lovingly caressing the back of her head as she cried into his shirt for what felt like hours on end. He shed a tear as well, although he tried his best to conceal it—Reyna needed him to be the strong one now. Once she cried out all her tears, she asked Kade to sing her a lullaby, as he often did throughout their life in Riverbend.

"And please don't leave me alone tonight," she pleaded, tugging on his wrist. 

"Of course, I'll stay and watch over you," he assured and tucked her frail body in before pressing a kiss to the top of her head, in the same way she always did when he was sick and afraid he wouldn't pull through. 

[smloshie]

Turning Page - a Simon Bootles x Reader

Part 1 - 1729

Chapter 2: Cinderella

Foreword: I know literally nobody is going to read these but I'm having so much fun writing that I don't even care lmao

TW: mentions of seizing, demonic imagery, there is also a line describing the feeling of being shot

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I awoke the next morning, and my mind still lingered on Simon. The way he spoke to me with such kindness. The kindness I had only known to be circumstantial my entire life. How sweet his voice was; I could listen to him speak to me all night long. Alas, it was morning now.

A knock rumbled against my bedroom door. I sat straight up and looked at the door. Was it him?

“(Y/N)? It’s Alice. Are you decent?” My excited attitude fell slightly. I was hoping that he would be the first one I would see today. I felt that would be the perfect way to start my day off right.

“Yes, you may come in!” I replied. She opened the door and walked in, straight towards my window. Grabbing the inner edges of the curtains in each hand, she flung it open to let the sunlight in.

“It’s about 10 in the morning, will you be joining us for morning tea and breakfast?” She asked. I might have been playing tricks on myself, but she looked almost hopeful that I would say yes. Then again, she might have just not wanted to be alone with my family without me.

“Of course; who all will be in attendance?” I kicked myself after asking. Had I made it obvious that I was hopeful Simon would be there? As if she could read my thoughts, she answered my question.

“Simon has already left for the city to work today, so it will just be us and your parents.”

“Actually, I may just absent myself today, I’m still embarrassed over last night.”

“I promise you it wasn’t that bad. Once your father sent Simon up to demand an apology, everyone just carried on as if nothing happened.”

“I find that hard to believe- wait… Did you say that father was the one who sent Simon to my room?”

“Yes, Simon said he wished to apologize, but mother and father insisted that he ask for an apology instead. So, he succumbed and left the dinner table… and, well, you experienced the rest.” She explained.

“I can’t believe them,” I rolled my eyes, “That’s so incredibly rude to demand that of him! They are such hypocrites!”

“Shh, keep your voice down; they’re right downstairs!” She said, giggling. I smiled and rolled my eyes once more.

“That doesn’t concern me in the slightest. Let them eavesdrop. It just stands as a testament to their behavior!” I said, “Anyways, as I said, I’ll be absent from breakfast. I may just spend time in the library today.”

“Alright, well don’t hide away all day. Peek your head out every once in a while so we know you’re alive!” She joked. I rolled my eyes and nodded my head.

“Yes ma’am!” I said. She smiled and left my room. I stepped out of bed to put on my slippers and housecoat, and started to make my way to our library. 

Opening the doors, I found myself feeling comfort amongst the literature that surrounded me. How strange, I thought, that this is the only place that I feel at home in my own house.

I walked over to the bookcase and scanned the shelves for a new book to read. I picked out a new addition to our collection, Gulliver’s Travels. Grabbing the book, I sat down in the burgundy leather chairs that I had been on so many adventures on before. Opening the book, I prepared myself for a new experience that I would never forget for as long as I would live.

That one book turned to two, two turned into five, and five turned into several. I looked at the clock above the fireplace and saw that the time was now well past lunch. Dinner would start in an hour. I have just enough time to reread one of my favorites, I thought. I stood up and walked back over to the bookcase for the millionth time that afternoon. Once more, I flipped through book spines looking for the title I craved- but I found nothing. Where was it?

“Terribly sorry, are you looking for this?” I heard a familiar voice say. It was a voice I had been longing to hear again since the night before. I turned around swiftly, with a smile dancing across my face. Simon stood in front of me, with a book in his hand. 

“I didn’t hear you come in.” I said. He held the book out to me and I stepped towards him to retrieve it.

“I can be quite stealthy when I need to be.” He jested, “Cinderella is one of my favorites.”

“I know, it’s the definition of a classic!” I exclaimed in agreement, “I love the story more than all the rest. I know it like the back of my hand.”

“Do you mind me asking what you like about it?” He said, a quizzical look on his face.

“I mean, what’s not to like? A girl in a well-to-do family faces mistreatment at the hands of her own blood. She meets a fairy that makes her greatest wish come true, and she meets the love of her life. Oh! And the best part of their romance is the mystery surrounding it! Imagine falling in love with someone and not knowing a thing about them- except the fact you two are meant to be together. Isn’t that something? The book has such an exceptional ending as well. Her wicked family gets what they deserve, and she lives the life of her dreams,” I sighed, collapsing down on the library couch, “How… magical.”

“It sounds like you love the book because you can relate to the protagonist.” He said, walking over and looking down at me from where he was standing.

“Well, not entirely.” I said, raising my eyebrows. “Her dreams came true, mine could never. But, I think that’s why I love it so much! If I can’t have everything my heart desires, I’m happy that someone else can.” I said, setting the book down on the table next to the armrest.

“And what does your heart desire?” He asked, crouching down in front of the couch. He was now at eye-level with me. Every inch of my being was begging for me to respond with “You.”

“Do you know the woods behind our estate?” I asked. He nodded, not breaking his gaze into my eyes for a second, “That’s what I desire. My family never let me go, claiming it was for my own safety. But, I don’t believe that nonsense. I want to go somewhere I’m not allowed. I want to explore an area that‘s been hidden from me my whole life. There’s something so intriguing about the mystery, don’t you think? ”

“I would have to agree with you there…” He said, trailing off. He looked down at the ground, seemingly deep in thought. I watched his face as the gears in his mind turned and worked. Finally, he spoke.

“Tonight; we will go tonight,” he said.

“What?” I asked, shocked. Could he mean…?

“You heard me, I will take you to the woods tonight. You said your family never let you go so you would stay safe, so let me keep you safe.” He responded. I looked at him in disbelief.

“I… I don’t even know what to say!” I sprung up from my seat and wrapped my arms around him, exclaiming, “Oh, thank you! Thank you Simon!”

He hugged me back, his hands resting on my hips. I felt a chill erupt throughout my body, and yet felt warm at the same time. I liked the feeling of him holding me more than I could ever imagine. We released our embrace, but I was left wanting more. I smiled wider than I have my whole life and looked at him

“I don’t know whether to think of you as my fairy godmother or my prince.” I said, truly meaning every word I said. His eyes drifted towards the ceiling in thought.

“I think I would prefer to be your prince. I’m sure you’ll meet your fairy godmother soon enough.” he said. I looked down at my feet, then back up at him. I could feel the redness on my cheeks start to grow.

We made direct eye contact for what felt like an eternity, until he broke it by glancing down at my lips. My mouth slightly opened to exhale quietly, my heart was beating against my chest like a hammer. He stepped towards me and took my hands in his. I glanced down at them and noticed how delicate my fingers looked compared to his. I watched him raise one hand to where my cheek met my jawline, his thumb brushing against my skin- back and forth. Suddenly, I noticed him inching his head closer, tilting as he did so. I mirrored him, allowing him to guide my head upwards towards him. My heart was beating so intensely that I could feel it in my throat. I closed my mouth and continued to lean forward.

But, as if the universe itself was telling us to wait, the door to the library swung open. We pulled away from each other and looked towards the door, but his other hand still held mine. It was as though he planned to pull me back in as soon as our intruder had left. At least, that’s what I was hoping for.

“Simon, (Y/N), it’s time for dinner.” Alice said. I was glad it was her rather than an attendant, I wouldn’t want all of our workers discussing my personal life amongst themselves. I knew I could trust Alice if she found us in any compromising positions.

Simon sighed and looked back at me. He squeezed my hand and let go, placing both of his behind his back as he addressed Alice. My heart returned to its normal pace but it felt like it had completely stopped in comparison to the drumming I had experienced seconds before.

“Very well, expect us downstairs in a moment.” He said. She smiled and nodded before exiting the room. He turned to face me, a complicated look on his face. Either he was happy that he managed to get close to me, or sad that he didn’t complete what he had longed to do. The only reason I recognized his expression is because I was feeling it myself. He stepped backwards, maintaining eye contact with me.

“So…” he trailed off, “I can expect to see you tonight, right?” 

“Yes, of course. Is midnight an adequate time for us to meet?” I asked. He smiled sweetly as he took another step back.

“Darling, I don’t think I’d last a moment longer.” He said. He finally bowed his head at me and left the room. My body released all of the tension it had built up over the past few minutes. That is to say, I fell face first into the couch and let out an earth-shattering sigh.

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After a dinner free of outbursts, but full to the brim with short glances in Simon’s direction, I retired to my room for the night. Or at least, that’s what I told my family. I knew I wouldn’t be sleeping tonight- at least, not for a few hours.

We met at the bottom of the stairs. He took my hand and led me through the kitchen and out of the back door. My breathing intensified, the realization had hit me. Something I had never seen in all my 20 years of living, was about to have the veil of mystery dropped forever. Simon must have noticed my hesitation, because he stopped walking in the middle of my back yard.

“How do you feel?” He asked.

“Nervous.” I replied.

“Are you going to be okay?”

“I’m not sure.”

“Do you want to turn back?”

I paused.

“Never.”

He smiled at me, and squeezed my hand in his. We trekked on, stepping over branches and roots that tried deliberately to trip us, I’m sure. As much as I wanted to observe the woods and soak in as much of it as I could, it was difficult in the black of the night. Simon didn’t bring a lantern because he didn’t want to draw attention to us, which I agreed would be the best course of action. Still, I wished I could see in front of me.

Finally, we reached a clearing. It was round in shape, with a variety of trees surrounding it. The only source of light emitting from the moon itself, and a few fireflies that were flying about. I wandered to the center and I realized where I stood. I had overcome an obstacle I had faced my entire life, and it felt fantastic. I looked at Simon, who was standing at the edge of the clearing, leaning against a tree. One of the corners of his lips curled into a smile, and his eyebrows softened at me.

“I’m just… so happy.” I said. I ran towards him and grabbed his hands. I pulled him towards the middle of the circle. He seemed apprehensive, but I was eager to experience this together. Once we had reached the middle, I turned to face him.

“How is it that I’ve only known you for a day, and you’ve managed to change my life more than anyone else I’ve ever met?” I asked earnestly.

“I haven’t changed your life, this was all your doing. I’m just giving you some… much needed assistance.” He replied.

“That’s the biggest understatement I’ve ever heard,” I scoffed, “I don’t know where I’d be if not for you.”

“Likely reading books in the library by candlelight.” He reasoned.

“Exactly,” I said, “I would have gone on throughout my days without an idea of what the world had to offer.” I turned away to look at my surroundings once more.

“The world is beautiful.” I sighed. I heard him laugh behind me.

“You’re beautiful,” he said. I laughed, bashfully.

“You really know how to make me feel like I’m the only thing that matters in this world.”

“You are.” said a voice. I froze. 

I looked over my shoulder. Simon was gone. Where he once stood was a black cloud. It was vaguely shaped like a malnourished human, with large holes littered throughout its skin. However, the most striking thing about its appearance was its glowing red eyes. I felt the color drain from my body and settle in my feet, weighing me down. I couldn’t move, I was paralyzed with fear. Either that, or my blood had gone so cold that I had frozen over.

My body may have been immobilized, but my voice was not.

“Simon!” I shrieked, “Help me!”

“Simon can’t hear you.” The monster said. It didn’t have a mouth, and yet it spoke.

“Where is he? What did you do to him? What are you going to do to me?” I asked, but it came out as more of a plea. It dismissed all of my questions.

“My summoner has chosen wisely. You are a beautiful specimen, indeed- and seemingly intelligent.” it said. Compliments don’t feel as flattering coming from a monster.

“Please don’t hurt me.” I said, tears welling up in my eyes out of fear. It responded in one simple sentence.

“You long for freedom, and you will receive it in due time.”

“What?” I asked, in disbelief. I thought fairy tales were exactly that; fairy tales. I never imagined I’d find myself in the shoes of a wicked stepsister. Yet, here I was, tortured by a demon.

It didn’t answer my final question. Instead, it limped towards me like a reanimated corpse. Slowly lurching towards me. I wasn’t frozen any longer, now I just felt an invisible force keeping me from moving.

The monster got close enough to me that I could feel the chill in the air surrounding it. It towered over me. Suddenly, like a bolt of lightning, it jumped towards me with such force that I lost my balance and fell to the ground.

I felt like I had been shot.

All of a sudden, I felt all of the air escape my lungs. I laid with my back on the grass, violently shaking and seizing. I couldn’t scream for help this time. This was my worst nightmare.

“(Y/N)!” I heard a familiar voice yell.

Simon appeared above me and immediately knelt down onto the ground beside me. He put one arm under my head, and wrapped the other under my back… holding me close.

“Si…mon…” was all I could squeeze out of my throat.

“Are you okay? I couldn’t see you! I’m so sorry, (Y/N). I’m so sorry!” He wailed. I wouldn’t have been able to tell he was crying due to how dark it was, but I felt a stream of his tears land on my cheeks.

“You… said you… would ke...ep me s-sa…fe…” I said, though it was more of a whisper. I could feel myself getting weaker, and more of his tears falling onto my skin. It felt like I was drifting in and out of this world.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I’m sorry…” He repeated, over and over, until I lost consciousness.

My parents were right, the woods are dangerous.

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[chrisevansonly]

Doctors Orders? (harry’s angel au)

pairing: harry styles x female reader (angel)

summary: listening is very hard, but when you’re only listening to doctors orders….who says you’re doing anything wrong?

warnings: none<3

a/n: slowly getting my writing groove back thank the lord🙃

Technically you weren’t doing anything too horrible, just sneaking behind Harry’s back to surprise him on tour in Germany. Yes you thought you had to wait until July 2nd but you’d just gotten word it would be okay to travel, as long as you made sure to take it easy and get lots of rest. You can’t remember a time you packed faster in your entire life, Gemma and Anne both in smiling as they saw your demeanour do a complete change from the past few days.

Instead of flying economy, Jeff had gotten into contact with you and sent a jet to pick you up, that way you could be comfortable and arrive in Düsseldorf quicker than a commercial flight. There were, in all honesty, few ways this surprise could go. Harry could be slightly upset with you because you hadn’t told him you were cleared to travel, or he could be so happy to see you that he didn’t ask any questions: the more you thought about it, the second option seemed less likely.

When the chauffeured car pulled up to the venue, you thank your driver, your bigger luggage already being sent to Harry’s hotel, all you had with you was your outfit for the show, and a small cross body bag with your wallet, ID and anything else you figured you may need.

“Here goes nothing little bee”

Smiling at the few flutters of kicks against your belly you made your way to the stadium, having no issues getting in with your pass you carried with you at all times. The instrumental to fine line filling the space around you as you walked towards where you’d find Harry. Of course you stopped to say hello to Jeff and Madi as they spoke near the steps to head on stage, ensuring you that Harry had no idea you were here to see him.

“How did you manage this?”

You laughed turning to Madi

“Honestly Jeff helped me get here so he’s really the one who’s pulling this off, but our doctor gave me the all clear to travel again early, as long as I take it easy”

“Wait so Harry doesn’t know?”

Shaking your head in her direction she laughed

“I didn’t tell him about the appointment so i’m either in the clear or in the doghouse..you’ll be the first to know”

As you walked off towards the stage you could hear Madi’s laughter, the two of you had grown fairly close since her addition to the band, she was someone you confided in, and now considered like family to you. Düsseldorf’s arena was beautiful, and you knew it would only get better once it was filled with the thousands of fans who came to see Harry perform every time he visited their city.

“Rehearsing fine line without us…? Seems unfair if you ask me”

It only took about two seconds for Harry to pause, turning to look at you, eyes widening as he figured out what he wanted to say

“Surprise!”

Harry remained quiet, walking over to you slowly

“What-Wait you’re supposed to be in London, in bed!”

Laughing you shrugged

“Doctors ordered I come visit you so here we are”

“Doctors orders huh?”

You smiled finally getting your chance to wrap your arms around him, a sigh of relief escaping you once he returned the hug. Baby bee kicking too, seeming to appreciate the fact that she could hear her daddy’s voice again

“As much as I love you, and missed you, believe me I did, please elaborate why you’re here…”

There was a slight ounce of guilt because Harry really had been worried about you when you’d first gotten placed on serious bedrest, so you did feel a little bad about not keeping him in the loop

“I saw our doctor yesterday, and I was told I could travel again so long as I take it easy, I know I should have called you but I really just wanted to surprise you…and yes don’t worry I’ll take it easy”

Harry dropped his head, his shoulders shaking and you knew he was laughing, but it wasn’t until he knelt down that you knew he wasn’t mad. His hands held onto your hips will he rested his forehead against your now significantly large bump

“What am I going to do with you and your mumma bee…hmm?”

She kicked a few times where his head rested and he smiled

“Yeah yeah I know, mumma’s happy and that’s what matters, you’re both going to gang up on me, just wait.”

When he stood back up you smiled, leaning forward to press a kiss to his lips

“Do I get to avoid the doghouse?”

Harry laughed bringing you back in and holding you to his chest

“I suppose so…I missed you, m’happy you’re here”

“I missed you more, wouldn’t wanna be anywhere else”

The band wanted to finish rehearsing a few more songs so Harry had a chair and some water brought out for you, knowing you wanted to be around him until he needed to put another show stopping performance on tonight. Placing another few kisses to your lips he smiled, grabbing a microphone from the tech team before walking off towards the front of the stage

“Just wait till you see my outfit tonight….chose it just for you”

He sent you a wink before turning towards his mic stand, your face heating up, it didn’t matter how many displays of affection he showed you, Harry always made you feel weak in the knees. It had been happening since you both met, and you knew it wouldn’t change, even when you both got old and grey.

You were just happy to be back with your favourite person, watching him work his magic, and lets be honest, so was baby bee who was already her daddy’s biggest fan.

[milawritesstuff]

I see you’re taking requests 👀 can you do a gavi imagine where the reader, his girlfriend is celebrating her birthday & she’s having a huge party in which he forgets about & pedri being the reader’s brother tells him the next day at practice how he doesn’t like to get into his sister’s personal life but he has to for this situation bc she’s really upset about him forgetting. Eventually Gavi starts to make up for it by going back to their first date & recreating that. If you can make it fluff & smut if you’re comfortable. Thank you :)

A/N: I tried to make it short but I think it was still too long. Hope you like it. Couldn’t include smut really or it would have been much longer. If you want a second part let me know. :)

Warnings: None

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You came out of the restroom in a short black dress that hugged your curves. “How does it look?” You asked your friend Alice who was anxiously waiting for you on your bed.

“You look amazing! Pablo won’t be able to keep his hands off of you.” She smirked.

“I kind of need him to behave while Pedri is around.” You said to Alice. “Maybe in the after party.” Alice looked at you confused. “We’re having an after party?” She asked.

“Pablo and I are.” You winked. “Maybe you and my brother can have one.” Alice’s cheeks turned red as you both began to giggle. You were soon interrupted by a knock at your bedroom door.

“Everyone dressed?” Asked your brother, Pedri. “You can come in.” You responded as Alice turned to face the bedroom door excited to see Pedri. She had been in love with your brother for years but of course Pedri was too focused on futbol to notice. “Hola Alice.” He nodded to your friend whose cheeks were red as tomatoes now. She smiled at him.

“Are you almost ready?” Pedri asked you. Pedri was in charge of taking you and Alice to the club you would be celebrating your 20th birthday at. Your parents had asked him to get you there safe and then you were on your own. Pedri had rushed home from practice to get ready and look halfway decent in case fans saw him and asked for pictures. “Meet you outside in 5 minutes?” You asked.

The three of you made your way to the club. You knew if Pedri had made it home on time Pablo had too, they played together. On your way to the club you had sent Pablo a message “On our way, see you soon ;)” but he hadn’t responded yet. You and Pablo had been dating for a few months, you had tried to keep it a secret because in addition to being your brother’s teammate he was also his good friend. Eventually Pedri had walked in on you and Pablo making out in your room, reason why he always knocks now. He wasn’t happy but he wasn’t upset either. He had warned you not to mess up his friendship with Pablo but he had also told you he wouldn’t get involved in your personal life.

Pablo didn’t answer.

Your friends started to arrive to the club but you kept on looking at the entrance waiting for Pablo to walk in. He never made it.

Alice has a few drinks and was finally talking to Pedri. Unfortunately, even if either of them wanted to escalate things they couldn’t because you were going back home with them now.

You didn’t say anything to your brother and he knew better than to ask what had happened. Halfway through the night he had also messaged his friend if he was coming but he had not gotten a response either. Once you two had dropped off Alice at her house the drive home was silent.

“Did you enjoy yourself, enana?” He asked. You just half smiled at him and nodded returning to look out the window of his car trying to hold in the tears.

The next morning when you woke up Pedri had already left to practice.

Pedri walked into the locker room and went straight to Pablo. He had just gotten there as well. “Cabron, what happen?” Asked Pedri in a loud low voice, enough to get Gavi’s attention but not loud enough for the other teammates to notice. “Buenos dias to you too, Pedri.” Answered Gavi.

“Are you serious?” Asked Pedri. “What’s up with you today, Pedri?” Spat Gavi back as he finally managed to get his locker door open. As Pedri mentioned your name and Pablo opened up his locker his phone fell out. Pablo bent down to pick it up and then he looked up at your brother with a furrowed brow “Y/N? Oh fuck Pedri don’t tell me.” He quickly looked at his phone and saw all of the messages and missed calls from you.

“You missed her birthday celebration cabron. I promised her I wouldn’t get involved in whatever you guys have going on but I thought it was more serious than this. If all you’re looking for is a good time in bed you better break it off with her right now. I can’t keep quiet after seeing Y/N looking at the club entrance all night waiting for you to appear. She didn’t even enjoy herself.”

Gavi just stood there in front of your brother not knowing what to say. The truth was he had left practice in a bad mood yesterday. He left in such a bad mood and in a hurry that he had forgotten his phone in the locker room. When he got home he fell asleep and he was so mad and tired he didn’t wake up until this morning.

Gavi was uncomfortable the whole practice because he could feel your brother staring at him. Probably plotting how he was going to kill him for hurting his little sister.

“Can I ride with you?” Gavi asked your brother as practice ended. “I don’t think Y/N wants to see you right now.” Responded Pedri as he walked away, which meant no. Gavi took the hint.

Gavi decided to send you a message.

Gavi: Y/N I’m so sorry I wasn’t there yesterday. I didn’t mean to miss it. Can we meet up and talk?

You didn’t respond. You had spent all day in your room. Your parents thought you had a hangover but it wasn’t that. In fact you wished you had drank enough to forget how you felt but you hadn’t.

You continued to get messages from Gavi the following days which went unanswered. Until finally one of those days your mom walked into your room “Pablo is here looking for you. What do you want me to say?” Pedri was in his room and as soon as he heard he barged into your room. “You still haven’t talked to him?” He asked.

“No. Why should I?” You answered.

“Because he’s been horrible at practice all week. I can’t take any more days of him walking around with that frown on his face and everything bothering him.” Pedri was annoyed.

“Fine.” Your mom let Gavi in who quietly walked into your room. “Y/N I’m so sorry.” He explained what had happened and although it may be hard to believe it was true you knew how mad he got when something didn’t go right in practice or a match. “Let me make it up to you.”

A few days later Gavi asked you to meet him at a local park in the afternoon, after his practice. That’s where you two had your first unofficial date. You remembered that day perfectly which ended with Pablo and you kissing for the first time. You walked around the park for a while until Pablo messaged you he had just gotten there.

Pablo approached you and gave you a kiss. “Amor.” He said. You blushed at such a simple word that filled you with hope. “What are we doing here, Pablo?” You asked.

“I told you I was going to make it up to you.” Explained Gavi. “Pedri told me what happened at the club and I feel like such an asshole for having missed it.”

“Pedri?” You asked surprised.

“Yes. And he told me he thought this was more serious than I was acting like it was. And I want to tell you that I am taking this seriously. I really like you.”

“I really like you too, Gavi.”

“These past few months have been the best. I can’t imagine being with anyone else.” He said as he leaned in and kissed you. You bit his bottom lip and continued to kiss him. Pushing your bodies together.

“Y/N, there’s people around.” He whispered. “And I wish there weren’t. Because I had something planned for you after the party that I wish I could give to you right now.” Pablo took a step away from you and looked bewildered. “Really?” He looked at you from head to toe. You nodded.

“And if you behave you might get it tonight.” You teased him. He knew exactly what you were referring to because you two had talked about taking the next step in your relationship. “Don’t do this to me right here.” He said as he looked around and placed his sweater in front of him trying to hide what you had caused.

“Vamos, Pablo.” You said as you began to walk away. “Show me what you planned for us today.” He followed you as you recreated your first date step by step. Except now you didn’t feel as nervous and you were 100% falling in love with him.

[anachilles]

Find the Word

Thank you @onyxsboxes for the tag!! 🫶

Rules: Share snippets of your work containing each of the words the previous poster selected for you (optional addition: if you can't find the word in your WIPs, or you simply don't have any WIPs, you can just write a sentence around the word)

My Words: silver, support, swear, lake

Your Words: anticipation, high, church, finish

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-> Silver (so i didn't have any hits in any recent works for 'silver' so... gold instead?) [ drive the dark clouds far away ]

��Yeah, for now. But you don’t…” The whispered words fall between them with a heavy clang, echoes of meaning slipping through where maybe they hadn’t been intended. John’s eyes were trained on the back of Gale’s head in the dark, his forehead resting on the other man’s golden crown. Even then, John felt more than saw him stiffen, then pull away as much as he physically could from John’s vice-like hold. He pitched forward with two more clumsily pinched back sneezes, grumbling in annoyance as he then groped underneath the pillow, eyes teary and nose dripping, for the now-worn handkerchief he’d been holding there.

-> Support [ bleeding me dry ]

In the next breath though, one strong, decisive hand found purchase in between Gale’s shoulder blades, rubbing gently in precaution, though the gagging had now stopped. When he yelled out into the crowd, it came out rough and strangled. “We need help over here!” It sent a couple of the younger lieutenants running. The other hand pressed gently then into the centre of Gale’s chest, pulling him back so that he was leaning onto the support of Bucky’s body.

-> Swear [ whiskey neat; coffee black - chapt 5 ]

They all turned to look at once, watching as a significant contingent of the Firehouse crew made their way towards them. Heading the pack, Everett led the way, a tupperware box secure under one arm. ‘I swear if those are actually orange slices, Doug’s never going to hear the end of it.’ Helen had her arm looped through his, pretty and excited-looking, her dark curls up in pigtails, seemingly in the spirit of the day. Crosby followed behind with what looked to be his boyfriend, Joe, a portable cooler in hand. Bringing up the rear, Buck and Rosie chatted side-by-side. Bucky smiled, not not smugly, recent conversation topics considered.

-> Lake (exhibit A) [ you and your white horse ]

They shared a laugh at that, and the conversation flowed naturally enough from there. Who had gotten promoted, who else they’d lost. When the inevitable time came to discuss who else of the 100th had made it to Stalag Luft III, who’s families would get a letter delivering the best news of their lives that their husbands, fathers, sons, and brothers were still alive and likely to make it home in one piece after the end of the war. That they were no longer the ‘M’ in the dreaded ‘MIA’; that they’d actually be returning to them. Gale’s hand clenched around the glass of ginger beer he was nursing after Blakely had insisted on getting it for him, and took a slip of a breath, bracing himself. He steadily listed through all the men from the cabin - DeMarco, Brady, Crank, Douglass, Hambone, Murph, Glenn… Everett’s eyes grew searching, anticipatory, like he was waiting for something specific from him but didn’t have the nerve to ask outright. It was like swallowing a spoonful of foul-tasting medicine, despite how sweet the memory it stirred also was. “...Bucky made it, too.” The look cleared then, and Blakely breathed a sigh of relief, unable to quash the curt laugh that shook itself out of him. “Yeah, well, where one of you goes, the other’s soon to follow, right?”

-> Lake ( exhibit b ) [ wncb/firehouse!au drabble/prompt request ]

Gale clicked his tongue slightly, though his expression and voice betrayed him in their co-ordinating softness. “All of this because you just had to be the hero and go jump in the damn lake.” Off to the side of them, Maverick jumped up onto the bed, sleepily curling in at Bucky’s side in the warm spot Gale had just vacated. She bumped her head against John’s hand, eager and impatient as the day Gale met her. John responded without even having to look away from the conversation, his fingers scritching at the especially soft little spot of fur behind each of her ears. “Hey, I saved someone’s life.“ Gale wordlessly took his phone from his pocket, showing him the text he’d already gotten from Benny, ”Just FYI - let the record show that the guy knew how to swim and your boy did not have to jump in after him.“

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