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reptisoil · 1 year ago

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Beach Day! || Martin Kratt x GN! Reader ||

Summary: Y/n and Martin break away from the gang to have a day at the beach. Chaos is what they return to but the day away from everything made life so much easier.

Warnings: None

Word count: 885

Note: Antoehr WK fanfic! Yippe! Yall seems to enjoy "Im stuck" so yea!

The Createrra stopped on the sand as Martin shut it off, already reaching back to grab stuff that he and his s/o, Y/n, would need for the day. They turned around in their seat and griped the headrest, surveying what Martin wasn't grabbing and then grabbing it themself. He managed to grab a lot of the heavier stuff as the two made their way toward the water. "See, completely alone!"

As if on cue, a crab appeared out of the sand and tripped Martin. He fell flat on his face as Y/n giggled, grabbing what they could while asking if he was okay. "Im fine." He picked his head up, spitting out sand for a minute while Y/n made their way to the water line. Martin picked up what was left and ran to them. "Now Im even better! You're here, we're at the beach, all is good."

Meanwhile, the crew at the HQ was not having a good time without their main organizer, Y/n, and Martin knew where half the things people needed were! They two left their creature pods in the Tortuga so they could detox for the day completely. Chris lets out a wale of frustration, "WHERE IS MY CREATURE POWER SUIT?!"

After a few minutes, Y/n and Martin managed to set up a decently laid out set up with the extra towels they brought to lay on the sand so drying off wouldn't be so sandy. The couple planned to be here all day if all went well. Y/n pulled out the sunscreen and put some on their face and what skin was showing on their body then did Martin the exact same way. The cool liquid felt like a shock to his skin at first but then the warmth of Y/n's hands made it better after a few seconds.

The two had gotten there just after sunrise so they had all the time in the day to exist in the pure niceness of the other's company. For the first twenty (20) minutes, they did just that, Y/n put their head on Martin's shoulder and the two just basked in the sun and each other's silent show of affection.

Back at the HQ, things had slightly calmed. That was until they realized the keys to start the Tortuga were in Martin's bag... On the beach... with Martin. Chris let out a sob, missing his brother and the calmness both he and his partner brought to the Tortuga.

The sun was now high in the sky and Martin decided that he and Y/n should swim but without them knowing. "Hey, Y/n, I wanna see if I can still pick you up! It'll be fun!" They chuckled and nodded, standing in a T-pose before Martin picked them up on his shoulder. Their hands managed to slap his butt a few times which made them giggle but because they were so focused on what they were doing they failed to notice that Martin was moving towards the water.

By the time they did notice, they were going back first into a wave. Y/n sits up and tries to catch their breath then is hit by another wave. Martin laughed so hard that he leaned over his knees. Y/n saw the opportunity and yanked him into the third (3rd) wave that ended up taking both of them down. The two stood when they could and Y/n tackled Martin, trying to send him into the waves that went past their waist.

The two spent the next thirty (30) minutes sending each other into various waves before they took a nice swim to relax before they ate back on the beach with each other. Martin got out and laid down first, allowing Y/n to use his chest as a pillow of sorts. After a while of drying in the sun together, they pulled out a small bite to eat before taking a nap together.

Chris decided a while a go that he should nap, this decision later Chris decided a while ago that he should nap, this decision later came to bite him in the butt. A wolf puppy managed to make his way into the Tortuga and he jumped onto Chris' stomach an hour into his nap. He shot up and started coughing. This scares the pup who jumps down and starts barking for help. Soon the pup's pack showed up and cornered Chris. "Help-"

As the two woke up, they saw the sun was setting and decided to head back to Tortuga. They packed up everything they'd brought and shoved it all back in the Createrra. Once they got back, the sun was far gone. Martin was laughing at something Y/n said while they giggled and walked inside. As they walked into the main area, they stopped giggling and stopped walking suddenly which made Martin bump into them. He registered what was happening in front of him and he dropped whatever he was carrying. "What happened while we were gone?!"

Chris peels himself off of the floor before answering his brother, "You don't want to know, bro..." He then fell back to the floor, sticking like gum.

The couple looked at each other, not ready to fix this mess right now, before walking backward to sleep in the Createrra for the night.

Chris decided a while ago that he should nap, this decision later came to bite him in the butt. A wolf puppy managed to make his way into the Tortuga and he jumped onto Chris' stomach an hour into his nap. He shot up and started coughing. This scares the pup who jumps down and starts barking for help. Soon the pup's pack showed up and cornered Chris. "Help-"

Chris peels himself off of the floor before answering his brother, "You don't want to know, bro..." He then fell back to the floor, sticking like gum.

The couple looked at each other, not ready to fix this mess right now, before walking backward to sleep in the Createrra for the night.

#martin kratt #wild kratts #wild kratts fanfic #martin kratt x reader #wild kratts x reader #wk x reader #x reader #gender neutral y/n #x gn reader #x gn yn #gn reader #gender neutral reader #gender neutral insert #gn y/n #reptisoil #chris kratt #beach day with martin #this is cute #maybe

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spacecadet-ticklesinspace · 2 years ago

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Afternoon Naps

Summary: Peter 1 is in a mood and Peter 2 knows what to do ❤️

Peter 2 didn't know why, but the youngest had been in a mood for most of the afternoon. The oldest Peter had asked him what was wrong and the youngest had refused to answer. He had offered some suggestions to brighten his mood and One had shot them all down. He had even offrered just a listening ear and the youngest had brushed him off. Two was running out of options.

After some prompting, Peter Two finally got his brother to sit with him on the couch.

"I don't need a cuddle Two."

"We're not going to cuddle." Peter 2 prepped the TV. "We're going to watch a show."

Without a word, the youngest Peter had plopped onto his side of his couch.

Two chucked a blanket at him. "Here, now you can stay warm."

"Fine."

Two's heart cracked a little at the response, but he knew he had to keep up a firm front. Instead of commenting, Peter 2 had simply started the show. It was one both of them had seen before but he knew One would like it.

Sure enough, the youngest began to relax as his eyes remained glued to the screen. Meanwhile, Two watched his baby brother from the corner of his eye to see if he could figure out the problem.

As the show progressed, One began to rock back and forth and rub his eyes. A light clicked on in Two's head and he decided to test his theory. He let the show continue but subtly shifted closer to One. Sure enough, within two episodes, the youngest had glued himself to Two's side.

Another episode later, Peter 1 has slipped off to sleep. Now Two was stroking his curls as the show continued.

"So that's what it was huh Bug?" The oldest Peter cooed as he made sure the blanket was tucked around One's shoulders. "Too many late nights?"

Of course, Peter 1 didn't respond. He just instinctively cuddled more into his older brother's chest.

Peter 2 chuckled and took out his phone. "Smile for me."

After snapping a few pictures, Peter 2 sent them off to the middle Peter and his MJ. While Peter 2 was on his phone, a familiar face popped up on his caller ID.

Peter 2 hit the answer button. "Hey MJ . . . Yeah, hehe passed out a couple minutes ago . . . No, no sickness---I promise."

The youngest Peter shifted slightly. Two restarted his hair fiddling.

"What's that . . . Yeah, I can do that . . . It's no problem sweetheart, I'll get right on those . . . Alright, see you later tonight. Bye-bye."

The oldest Peter carefully shifted out from under his younger brother before carefully laying him down. "Get some sleep Bug, I need to finish a couple things for MJ."

It didn't take long for Two to finish the tasks MJ had asked him to. He moved the laundry over to the dryer and made sure the chicken MJ had laid out was defrosting thoroughly. While he was up and moving, the oldest Peter also began tidying the master bedroom. It was still messy from the night before. All in all, the tasks took 15 minutes tops.

Once he was done, Peter 2 grabbed a stuffed animal for One before making his way back to the living room. He smiled when he saw Peter 1 was still curled up under his blanket, but his smile dropped when he heard the quietest sniffs come from under the blanket.

Two knelt next to the couch. "Hey Pete, what's wrong?"

The youngest Peter haphazardly reached a hand out to his oldest brother.

Peter 2 reached forward and lifted One into his arms before sitting down on the couch. "Hey, it's okay, you're okay. What happened? Did you have a nightmare?"

No verbal response came from the half awake youngest. Instead he buried his face back into Two's chest before settling back down to sleep.

The oldest Peter smiled. "Or did you just miss me while I was gone?"

Peter 1 relaxed into Two's hold even more.

"Looks like the rest of my afternoon is booked being a giant stuffie." Peter 2 slipped the stuffed animal he had brought down under One's other arm. "Ahand I'm okay wihith that."

One stirred a little and mumbled, "Love you."

As the youngest drifted back to sleep, Peter 2's smile grew. "Love you too Snuggle Bug. You and all your moods.

Meanwhile, a smile appeared on Peter 1's face as he stayed in dreamland with his big brother by his side.

#peter 1 #peter 2 #fluff #sometimes you just need a cuddle and a nap to change your mood

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alittlebitofeverythingsworld · 5 months ago

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Chapter 2 started

Let me know what you guys think so far

Any and all comments are welcome! Please note this isn't done this is just what I have so far

Kitty closed the curtain around Red’s bed for privacy. Red then said “These dumbasses have the nerve to put me and another guy in the same room” Kitty said’s “Red the hospital is full and they have no room to put patients in separate rooms”. She then said's “him and his wife seem really nice you should give it a try”. Red deep down knowing Kitty was right about the whole thing said “ well I still don’t like it and I still don’t like this dumbass gown that they made me put on”. Kitty chuckled and gave Red a kiss on the forehead.

She then grabbed a chair close by and sat down next to him and took his hand in hers. She begins to say with a tear “Red you scared me back there I was so afraid of losing you”. He looked at her “Kitty, I promise you I’m not going anywhere with a smile and said “come here for a moment and lay with me the bed has enough room for the both of us”. She got up from the chair went over to Red’s bed and laid beside him and closed her eyes for a moment. This was where they were meant to be even if it was in a hospital room shared with another man and his wife currently. Red and Kitty did not care in that moment.

Meanwhile in the bed next to Red’s and the curtain closed because C.C wanted the privacy with Niles. C.C wanted to be close to Niles so she brought over a chair to sit down. C.C sat down next to Niles. C.C was also pregnant with Niles and hers baby so her hormones were all over the place. So when a tear or two started to run down her face she quickly wiped them although Niles was looking right at her and saw.

She said “ Damn hormones and pregnancy making me weak”. Niles smiled and said “C.C you are not weak, you are one of the bravest but strongest woman I know”. C.C couldn’t help but smile at his comment. Married life had definitely brought out a softer side to them although they would occasionally make a few insults once in a while though today was not the day. He then also said “C.C and its okay to show those feelings this was a scary event and I know that you love and care about me to having a fear of loosing me”. She then said “Niles this was scary and I think this time it scared me more knowing I could lose the one I loved” She continued to say that “When you had your first heart attack I was so worried and scared and i also missed you and if you tell anyone about this you’ll be sleeping alone when we get back home”. He laughed at that comment and said “C.C I would never tell anyone anything that was personal to you, you should know that by now”. C.C smiled and then Niles said C.C darling come here and lay with me for a moment. So she moved the chair and they laid together for what seemed like forever. Then before they drifted off to a nap they both said I love you.

Meanwhile on Red’s side of the room Red’s room phone had began to run and it was Eric their son who had called to make sure that Red was okay and then he had asked when they were going to release Red. Red said “son I have no idea when these dumbasses are going to let me go”. Kitty then takes the phone and talks to Eric. Eric then tells her he’s coming down to the hospital to visit and is going to bring Leia with. Leia has a doctors appointment anyways so I’ll swing by dad’s room when we are done so you can all see and hold her for a bit. Kitty is excited and also lets Eric know that Red has to share a room with another patient and his wife is here with them visiting. Eric said’s that’s fine by me and I will see you all soon. Kitty is now excited and kisses Red’s forehead finally she thinks I am going to see and hold that granddaughter of ours.

Eric then gets Leia all ready to head out to go to the hospital. Kitty stays with Red in excitement to see her granddaughter. Red smiles at that the thought that Kitty is so happy but thinks to himself “Eric better not be bringing anymore of his dumbass friends right now”.

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#niles x cc #cc babcock #the nanny #niles and cc #niles #niles the butler #fypシ #cc x niles #fyp #viral #that 70s show #that 90s show #redandkittyxx #red&kittyforman #red and kitty #red forman #kittyandredforman #kitty forman

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ali-anne-undertale-stoof · 27 days ago

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Which Book Do You Wanna Read Tonight?

Why does Papyrus have Sans read bedtime stories to him if he doesn't sleep?

Where is Sans?

Those are the three words that replayed in Papyrus' head over and over as he paced up and down his room. His feet were moving so fast, the room was practically spinning, which... is actually something Papyrus enjoyed. The feeling of the world spinning around him... Some would say even REVOLVING around him. Whatever is so appealing about it, at least it kept Papyrus somewhat distracted from the fact that Sans is LATE AGAIN!

"GRRRRRR! WHAT'S KEEPING HIM THIS TIME?!" Papyrus momentarily paused to tap his foot like an impatient NPC or something. He NEEDS his bedtime story, and he NEEDS it ON TIME.

A thought popped into his head. Sans might be working on his "project" again...

Papyrus let out a soft groan at that thought. He thought Sans PROMISED to stop trying to FIX that thing! It already brought them both grief, he didn't need it to cause Sans MORE grief!

He doesn't deserve that...

While Papyrus was lost in his worries, his bedroom door clicked and slid open.

"hey, bro." Sans stepped into the room, a little sheepish. "sorry i took so long. i was out late."

Well, that's a relief. Papyrus let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. From what he could deduce by the fact that Sans was wearing his panda onesie, he must have just taken a long time to get ready for bed. Thank goodness.

"ABOUT TIME, BROTHER!" He teased with a smile. "COME ON!!! WE MIGHT BE A LITTLE LATE, BUT WE CAN STILL SALVAGE THIS NIGHT!!!"

With that, Papyrus leaped into bed. Sans wondered about how the bed didn't break from the impact. Eh, whatever. The bookshelf was right there, anyway. Might as well pick a book.

"alright, whatever you say, bro." He yawned a bit. "so, what'll it be tonight, bro? we got, uh, puzzle construction for critical minds. you really liked that one."

"OOH, THAT ONE, PLEASE!!! I NEED SOME IDEAS FOR MY OWN PUZZLES!! I'LL NEED TO CALIBRATE THEM FOR MAXIMUM HUMAN-CAPTURING POTENTIAL!!!"

"alright, bro. puzzle construction it is." And pluck! Right off the shelf, and into Sans' hands!

Meanwhile, Papyrus carefully laid down on top of the blanket, making sure all the sheets were nice and unwrinkled. The last time Sans tucked him in, it was a wrinkly disaster, so he might as well do it himself.

Speaking of Sans, Papyrus started thinking about how he was going to get Sans in bed with him. He knows what happens when Sans reads him a bedtime story, and he must make sure that happens tonight! So he carefully lifted the blanket and invited him in.

It was an offer Sans couldn't refuse. The blanket was soft and heavy, and Papyrus knows just how much Sans enjoyed the pressure weighing down on him. Papyrus assumed that's the reason why Sans always wears sweaters and hoodies and nightgowns and such. He always loved having the bones of his arms contained in some fashion, even in places like Hotland. Papyrus recalled that he'd been like this ever since they were kids. Sans always said that without the comfort of SOMETHING wrapped around his bones, they felt... Empty. Vulnerable.

Papyrus never understood that. He never liked having his arms encased in something. He never really liked having his spine encased in something, either. It always felt too suffocating. That's the main reason why he preferred napping with the blanket off. Not just so he could get out of bed faster and keep the bed neat (although they were very important reasons too), but because he just never liked the feeling of being restrained. Hugs and cuddles, however, are the only exceptions, especially when they come from Sans.

The taller skeleton made sure to tuck the shorter skeleton in very carefully. He's the one with the puzzle book, after all. They're already about halfway through it, too. Wouldn't want him to lose the page.

Sans gave a slight chuckle. "thanks, bro. anyway, where were we...?" Sans opened the book at the bookmark. It was a chapter about the inner workings of a fine electricity-based puzzle. Positioning himself where he could see the book, Papyrus smiled at the diagram presented on the page.

"ah, there it is. ahem. 'this electricity-based puzzle contains a very specific power source that allows...'"

As Sans continued reading, Papyrus repeatedly looked between the book and Sans himself. About three to four pages in, Sans' eye sockets began to droop. By the fifth page, Sans was yawning every other sentence. And by the sixth, he was struggling to stay awake.

Perfect. It's just what Papyrus wanted.

Sensing his brother's exhaustion, the significantly more awake skeleton decided it was time to feign sleepiness himself. Papyrus slowly shut his eye sockets, waiting for Sans to notice.

He always noticed.

"oh, heh. guess it's about time you got some shuteye, huh, bro?" Sans let out another yawn, before placing the race car shaped bookmark in the puzzle book and levitated it back to the bookshelf with his magic. That sapped a bit more energy than the onesie-clad skeleton had anticipated. He was ready to collapse in this bed. At least he would if it wasn't Papyrus' bed. Sans didn't want to wrinkle the sheets - he knew how much Papyrus hated that. But just as he started raising his head off of the pillow, a stray arm wrapped around his torso. Papyrus' arm to be exact.

Welp. Looks like he's not going anywhere any time soon.

The extra pressure is... nice. Maybe Papyrus wouldn't mind if Sans slept here for a bit. He was already struggling to keep his eye sockets open, and with every passing second, it felt more and more like a losing battle. So why fight it?

With another long yawn, Sans settled under the blanket. It's cosy under there... Slowly and carefully, to not wake up his "sleeping" brother, Sans shuffled closer to him. By the time he got to him, the sleepy skeleton was properly secured, tucked into bed with the comBOMEd pressure of Papyrus' blanket and Papyrus' arm. Papyrus... Papyrus, Papyrus...

Sans' permanent smile softened at Papyrus' "sleeping" figure. He looked so peaceful, so happy... And it's about time his goofy twin joined him in Dreamland.

With a final glance, Sans closed his eyes, resting his head against his beloved brother's mandible. Papyrus' presence always made Sans feel a lot more calm. He's the one thing that can stop his brain from acting up and driving him internally crazy. He curled up into himself like a little kid being cradled by his parent, drifting off into a deep, restful slumber.

Papyrus kept his sleeping act for a while, until he could truly feel Sans' breathing get slower and deeper. And once he heard that quiet snore, Papyrus knew it was time to drop the act. He opened his eye sockets to see his brother's face right in front of him.

"NYEH HEH HEH... ALWAYS WORKS."

The tall skeleton gave his brother a fond glance as he pulled him in closer. Papyrus knows he has a lot of work to attend to tonight, but this... This is way too important to him to pass up. Reading bedtime stories was a staple of the brothers' routine, their quality time. The time to escape from the hassle of their respective lives, and just... be together. Sans and Papyrus, against the world. That's just how it's always been.

Deep down, Papyrus knew he needed Sans. But Sans needed him too, perhaps even more so. As much as Papyrus loved to RIB on Sans for being lazy, he knew that there are reasons behind it. Hopefully, Papyrus thought, that Sans wouldn't get up to get a hundred midnight snacks this time.

In addition, Papyrus also loved the stability of their routine. He wouldn't know what to do without the comforting bedtime stories with his brother, even though most of the time, they don't really get Papyrus to sleep anymore. But he knows it still puts Sans to sleep, and that's enough of a reason why they continued doing it. Papyrus doesn't care that it's childish. It's THEIR thing. THEIR comfort time that he could never replace or erase.

And they both needed it.

He needed it.

#undertale #papyrus #sans #fanfic #my writing #skeletwins side stories

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spaceyflowerswriting · 2 years ago

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helloooo may i please request a nice fluff with gun? literally anything is fine, i’m in need of a mood booster and i feel like he’s the only thing that’ll cheer me up T^T thank you <33

warm grays (gun park x reader)

details: fluffy drabble, gender neutral reader written in 2nd pov, general canon au, you and gun are lovers

summary: a rainy day with gun.

a/n: ofc anon, thank u for requesting ! i hope this helps and that you feel better soon T_T 💖

It would most likely not rain today, and at worst be a light drizzle, they said.

"'Light drizzle' my ass," muttered Gun while you burst into laughter. He smiled seeing how bright you were despite the gloomy weather as he ruffled his hair up with a towel.

Meanwhile you were finishing up putting your clothes on. "Hey, even if we were caught in the rain, at least we got a nice, warm shower out if it. Well, after it, I mean."

"I suppose." Gun sighed and fell back against the bed he was seated on. He looked a little ridiculous with the towel still on his head, but he didn't care since it was only you around. "What a waste of time I spent putting hair gel on before we went out."

"If it makes you feel any better, you always look handsome--hair gel or no hair gel."

"Oh, I'm perfectly aware of that. I was referring to my time management." The second you turned to give him a "Really?" look, he chuckled. "Did I say something wrong?"

After adjusting the fitting of your clothes a little more, you walked over and joined him in bed. "Confidence is attractive. Arrogance like yours? No thank you."

"Yes, yes, I love you, too."

"Could you put a shirt on at least?"

Gun glanced down at his bare torso, realizing he was indeed shirtless. "I could."

You reached a hand out to pinch his cheek. "You should."

He gave you an amused look, which only grew in amusement when you deadpanned back. "As you wish, then." Humming, he got up and put his towel away, grabbing a shirt from his closet along the way.

Once comfortably clothed, he laid back in bed and put an arm out, gesturing you to come closer with a finger. When you did, he brought you in a little more, allowing you to lay on his chest so you both could comfortably cuddle.

Gun sighed in content before asking, "What do you feel like doing now? Since our date got cut in half by the weather."

"Mm... the rain and the refreshing warm shower we just had is..." You yawned in the middle of your sentence. "Making me sleepy."

"Sleepy, hm?" He leaned down to gently place a kiss on your forehead. "Shall we nap?"

"Yes, please."

"Then good night, my love. Or whatever you say before you nap in the middle of the afternoon."

You laughed a little. "Good night, love."

The two of you drifted off to sleep with small smiles.

#lookism x reader #gun park x reader #gun park #requests #awhwgg writing this made me feel so soft 😭😭😭😭 so i really hope it helped u too anon !!#💖

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poisonouswritings · 2 years ago

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ok I think I'm late to the tormenting Sage party but what if...pre-relationship Sage and MC go to a bar together and (he thinks) he sees them checking someone out so he decides to be their wingman bc he's a good friend :) who definitely doesn't have feelings for them look this proves it :)) he's a total genius and there's absolutely no way this plan will backfire :)))

(turns out MC was just zoning out or w/e, oops)

also your writing is amazing and I hope you're having a nice day!

It's never too late for torturing Sage

GN!Reader, mentions of alcohol (Sage is tipsy), thank you for this idea I'm definitely gonna use it for my OC at some point, Oblivious!MC, red text = Sage's POV

It's been a long day. You and Sage chased your bounty halfway through Porrima before finally managing to corner them in an alley, and the ensuing fight had really drained your energy. So when Sage wants to go for his customary post-hunt drinks, you're dragging your feet.

Gods, you want a nap.

But you go to the bar and plop down in a booth and let Sage order for you while you prop your chin on your hand and zone out.

You could be sleeping right now. You could be in bed, cuddling a pillow, snoring and drooling and dreaming about your life back on Earth or the mystery of Ex Nihilo or what would happen if Stella's hairballs became sentient.

'Oz are you seriously linking to an old ass post?' Yes I am it was my first scenario and I'm proud of it and I have no sense of shame

Anyways when Sage comes back, touting two full mugs of frothing beer, it's with a wagging tail and red cheeks and a smile.

How could he not be happy? He got to spend all day with you! Showing you around Porrima, enjoying a sunny afternoon, totally checking you out, it's been a win in his book. And getting his favorite drink with his favorite person is probably his favorite way to wind down.

So of course he's happy as he walks back to you.

But then he sees you.. staring. There's a look on your face so soft and relaxed that it nearly makes him swoon. But you aren't looking at him no matter how fervently he wishes you were. You're looking.. at...

Someone at the bar?

Hm.

You're interested in someone. That... Was... Inevitable. Wasn't it? You're stuck in this world for potentially forever. Of course you're gonna take an interest. And it's none of his business anyways.

Actually. Know what? It is his business. He's your friend. :) And friends help friends get laid with people other than their friends. :) And friends don't feel weird or jealous at all! :)) Friends are happy for their friends! :)))

Huh. He doesn't like that word as much as he used to.

In any case, he has to wingman for you. You deserve at least a night of fun, y'know? So he takes a moment to switch into wingman mode - it's not a role he plays often, but it's even harder this time - and strides over to the object of your apparent desires to introduce himself.

Meanwhile you're sitting in the booth totally spacing out.

D'you remember Chia pets? What the fuck were those even about? How is that a toy?

It feels weird for Sage to not flirt. Even weirder for him to not-flirt for the sake of you getting to flirt.

Y'know what sounds good? Nachos. Or pho. Or a smoothie.

Sage slyly gauges his rival's your sudden LI's interest level in you. Damn. It's high.

It's raining outside. Thunder cracks and lightning flashes through the window. Though the outside is cold, the inside of the tavern is warm and filled with chatter, laughter, and music. You're glad Sage brought you here. You really want some bread.

Well it's Sage's job to set you up, so he invites the person back to your table.

World. Cold. Hard. Sage's Tiddies. Warm. Sof-

You're distracted from your thoughts when Sage finally returns, setting the drinks down. And someone is following him. And they're looking at you.

...... ?

You try to keep up with the conversation but Sage keeps throwing it to you, forcing you to speak up when you still don't fully get what the fuck is happening.

Sage doesn't... Actually... Know this person...? He just br... brought them over for... why, again? Neither of them wanna give you a proper answer so you just gotta deal with it ig.

But then he seems to almost be competing with everything they say in a way that suggests he doesn't even want them here. So.

Sage is smiling way too much. His tail is stiff. You know him well enough to tell that he's upset, though you're not quite sure why.

You're also not quite sure why this person keeps flirting with you. You're trying to send off 'disinterested please back off' vibes but they don't seem to be landing. You end up shooting Sage a discreet annoyed look, hoping he'll get the hint and drag his new 'friend' away.

Oh. You look annoyed. He must be talking too much. That's his fault. A wingman is supposed to set up the conversation, then leave.

He pats the table and gets up, claiming he needs another drink and he really honestly does because this whole scenario is making him feel all weird and uncomfortable and he's too sober to deal with it. He pats his rival's your LI's shoulder and tells them to play nice (no there's totally not a threatening growl under his words) before leaving for the bar.

Well.

That was pretty much the opposite of what you wanted.

You try to pay attention to what this person is saying but so much of it is stupid pick-up lines that, hey, could be charming if you already had an interest! Like if Sage used one of these? It'd still be stupid, but it'd be a cute stupid that you'd laugh at while calling him a dork.

Right now it's just borderline painful.

It doesn't help that the newcomer is clearly getting frustrated at your lack of reaction. Why were they expecting you to be into them? Man, maybe you shoulda been paying more attention to that conversation earlier.

Well it looks like you're having fun! And Sage :) is so :) godsdamn :) happy for you :) he totally isn't gripping the handle of his tankard so tightly it's starting to splinter in his palm :) that would be ridiculous :) he's your :) friend :) and that's it :)

The intruder finally - finally! - takes the fucking hint and gets up to leave. "When your friend said you were interested, he didn't tell me you were such a frigid asshole."

..... Huh?

Oh. Your LI is leaving. And they don't look happy. You must have turned them down.

When Sage comes back, he's all smiles. Instead of sitting across the table like a normal person, he plops down next to you and throws his arm around your shoulder.

Wow you can smell the liquor on him. Must be buzzed.

"So, what happened?"

You take the mug out of his hand and set to the side, ignoring his confused/distressed whine. "Did you try to set me up?"

His cheeks were already red from the alcohol but his tail flicks, so you can tell he's at least a little flustered. "Yeah. You were starin' at 'em, and I figured you deserved a fun night."

You roll your eyes a little, then reach up and scratch behind his ears. "Dumbass. I was already having a fun night. With you."

..... He looks away and mumbles about you being a dork, but he can't get the smile off his face.

#last legacy #fictif last legacy #sage lesath #sage lesath x reader #fictif sage #last legacy sage #anon asks #ozzy answers #ozzy daydreams

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rendevousz · 4 years ago

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niagara falls of blood?

avengers x fem!teen!reader

summary: pretty much what the title is, you on your period

warnings: your moodswings ig

word count: 2765

"rise and shine, y/n!" you hear an annoying voice sing just as the lights flickered on. you grumbled something inaudible, hiding underneath your blanket to shield yourself from the brightness that steve just brought upon your room.

"y/n/n, come on. wakey-wakey!" you groan, feeling super unmotivated to train today. you even felt like punching steve in his perfect-looking face just for waking you up at the crack ass of dawn. this was unusual because you loved jogs before the sun came up and trainings before it hit noon.

"steve, if you don't shut the hell up right now, i'm gonna push you into that lake beside our usual jogging route."

"jeez, y/n, woke up on the wrong side or what?" he teases, finally leaving once he saw you were already sitting up. you groggily walked to the bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth before changing into your workout clothes.

"no!" you whine when you saw that you were on your period. that's why you were in a crappy mood when steve woke you up. you begrudgingly dressed up after putting on a pad, grabbing a small towel on the way out.

like you did every morning, you were gonna go on a run with steve, bucky and sam. while you loved running, you hated how steve and bucky "cheated" —as you and sam liked to call it— with their super soldier staminas. that was why you loved having sam there. not only was he great company but he was also moral support because you two would always be hilariously overtook by steve and bucky multiple times. but that didn't matter because you two would always be completely immersed in your conversations every time.

but not today though. you already knew today was going to be different. you had gotten a bad start to the day with steve's and your usual morning routine which somehow annoyed you this one time. and having to run around with your cramps definitely didn't help lighten your mood.

"kid, you okay?" sam asks from your right side. you'd been silent throughout the whole run and sam knew something was up when you didn't laugh at his jokes like how you usually would. "just cramps. they're hurting a lot so i'm probably gonna skip training today." you explain and he slowed down his pace causing you to slow down too since you always had to run side by side.

"y/n/n, you should probably stop now if you're having cramps. it might make it worse—i think? i don't know, actually. i don't know how periods work but i know cramps hurt a lot so i think you should stop. yeah, you should stop." his rambling speech made you feel a bit better now knowing he wants you to take care of yourself. "you know what? yeah, i think i'm gonna go. sorry i have to leave you with the two cheaters."

he smiled at you, telling you not to worry about it. you were touched and your mood significantly brightened but before you could reply him, rhythmic footsteps echoed from a distance from behind you two and you knew what was coming.

"on your left."

before steve and bucky could just pass by peacefully like they did the past nine times, you managed to throw a punch to steve's side, effectively slowing him down when he stumbled and then completely stopped. "what gives, y/n?!" bucky then stopped too, wanting to know what was up.

"that's for this morning." you glared at him and he looked at you in confusion, holding onto his side where you punched him. though you were significantly smaller than he was—than any of them were, really—, you could definitely throw a punch. speaking of punch, you gave him another on his other side and he flinched, giving you an incredulous look, one that resembled betrayal.

"and that's for being a cheater." you narrowed your eyes at him. "oN yOuR LeFt." you mocked him, rolling your eyes before ultimately leaving the trio to walk back to the tower. they looked at your fading figure and exchanged looks with each other in confusion. "what...what just happened?"

"y/n's on her period so we gotta be careful with her." sam explained and steve being steve, his cheeks tinted slight pink as the thought slightly embarrassed him.

"period? you mean the niagra falls of blood," bucky states, taking a long sip out his water bottle. sam rolled his eyes at this but nodded anyways. "also, she doesn't want training today so unless any of you have a death wish, don't call her down for anything other than for food, got it?"

"yes, sir."

"got it."

"you do it,"

"i don't want to, you do it."

"can one of you just do it? why don't you guys want to wake y/n up?" nat stopped bucky and steve's little argument as she turned away from the stove for a bit. "you two love waking her up and carrying her down to eat. what happened?"

"womanhood happened," steve mumbled bitterly, rubbing his sides where you hit him this morning. apparently you had hit him hard enough to bruise a little. nat rolled her eyes in realisation. "period?"

"no, no, not period. satan's montly ritual inside of y/n. you should've seen her this morning, nat. it was like she was possessed!" steve exaggerates. "okay, let's not be dramatic here," bucky rolls his eyes at his best friend. steve only looked at him with fear in his eyes and bucky sighs. "fine, i'll do it. but if i don't return, tell sam he still can't have my snacks. no one can have my snacks."

nat only shakes her head before turning back to the stove to finish cooking lunch.

meanwhile, bucky was making his way up to your room. deep down he was scared to face you after your episode in the morning. "y/n/n? doll, it's lunch." he spoke when he entered your room. he melted when he saw you all snuggled up in bed, asleep, hugging your life-sized teddy bear that tony gifted you last christmas.

"doll? time to eat," he whispered, gently shaking you awake. you slowly opened your eyes to see bucky sitting on your bed, trying to wake you up from your nap. "what time is it?" you asked, rubbing your eyes, your lips jutting out subconsciously. bucky internally cooed at how adorable you looked. "it's afternoon, you skipped breakfast so nat wants you to eat lunch." he tells you.

"tell her i'm sleepy," you said, adjusting yourself back under the blanket. "y/n/n, you gotta eat. nat's gonna kill me if i go back down there without you." he shakes you again and you look up at him with you doe eyes. "then don't go back down. cuddle me, jamesie!" you pouted, giving him your best sad puppy look.

he had a brief internal battle with himself before losing and giving in, slipping next to you and hugging you, providing you warmth that even your blanket couldn't provide. bucky knew nat would have his head but how could he say no to that adorable face? and you using his real name? ultimate weakness.

soon, you were back asleep, cuddling up to him. he smiled down at you, loving how peaceful you seemed when you were sleeping. and before he knew it, he too fell asleep.

"what's taking him so long?" nat huffed and steve's jaw dropped slightly, looking at her in worry. "who's telling sam he can't have bucky's snacks?"

"don't be ridiculous, steve. go get them or i'm telling sam he can't have your snacks too." steve sighs, getting up from the barstool and making his way up to your room.

safe to say he was expecting pretty much anything but the sight of you and bucky asleep, cuddled up to each other. steve's lips jutted out and he cooed at you both. he snapped a quick picture before approaching you two, sitting on your bed beside your sleeping figure.

"y/n/n? sweetie, you need to eat." he says softly as he shook you awake. the shaking seemed to wake bucky up too and when your eyes fluttered open, steve smiled down at you. "bubba? it's lunch," he looks over at bucky in disappointment for having fallen asleep when he had a task. bucky only shrugs his shoulders as if saying 'hey man, i had no choice'.

"stevie?" you groaned out and he smiled. "come on, let's go have lunch, nat is waiting downstairs." he tries to get you to sit up but you resist. "come sleep, stevie," you pulled the same trick you did with bucky and it's no surprise the blond super-soldier fell for it too. everyone had a soft spot for you.

steve laid next to you and you're then sandwiched between two super-soldiers, already falling back asleep in just seconds.

"you know nat's gonna kill us, right buck?"

"then let her try. we can use y/n/n to get out of it. i mean, can you even recall the last time anyone said no to that adorable face?"

"sam says no to her sometimes."

"yeah but he always ends up feeling bad so,"

"okay yeah, you're right."

"that's exactly why we're stuck in this situation, right dear ol' stevie? so i say we just sleep and if nat tries to scold us, we'll technically be under y/n/n's protection because nat won't scream in our faces in front of her."

"good call. night, buck."

"night, steve."

"i can't believe i sent two super-soldier idiots to go wake up y/n on her period. i didn't think they meant it literally when they were afraid they weren't gonna come back." nat paces around the kitchen and wanda watches in amusement. it had been almost a whole hour since bucky was sent to get you and thirty minutes since steve was sent to do so too and both men hadn't returned with you for lunch.

"do you really think y/n/n is having a temper tantrum or something and those idiots are caught in the middle of it?" nat asks and wanda shook her head. "i doubt. y/n can get a little cranky but only if provoked. y/n on her period is overall a sweetheart like she always is. maybe steve was being annoying this morning. i mean, he always is annoying during morning jogs because he always has to announce when he overtakes us." wanda rolls her eyes at the fact.

"okay, you know what? come with me to get them. i mean with our joint forces, there's no way we're going to get sucked into whatever those idiots did. let's go,"

nat didn't give the younger woman a chance to reply before she's storming upstairs to your room and wanda had no choice but to rush along.

"well? are we going to wake them up or what?" wanda asks nat, not taking her eyes off the adorable sight she was met with right as she entered your room.

"i want to get mad at steve and bucky for not waking her up because she hasn't eaten yet but somehow i can't." nat states, looking like she's having an existential crisis.

"well, no lunch for these three, i guess. they better have dinner though or i'm actually going to get mad. let's go, wands." nat closes your door, but not before snapping a pic of you three cuddled up and sending it to the group chat.

nat: [attached photo]

peter: OMG SHE LOOKS SO TINY AND ADORABLE SQUISHED IN BETWEEN THOSE TWO 🥺🥺🥺

tony: IS THAT SAFE? CAN MY BABY EVEN BREATHE PROPERLY?????? NAT WHY ARE YOU JUST LETTING IT HAPPEN

wanda: stark, she's fine

thor: aw, i hope lady y/n gets all the rest she needs. she looks peaceful 🥰

clint: wait no fair i wanna cuddle her too 🥺😭

sam: dang it does this mean i still can't have bucky's snacks

bucky: stay away from my snacks.

"look who finally decided to show." you hear tony tease when you finally came down to dinner.

after waking up an hour prior, you woke up the two super-soldiers sandwiching you by pushing them off your bed. they couldn't even be mad at you when you had burst out in contagious laughter at your own stunt, before leaving to let you wash up.

"how are you feeling, sweetie?" bruce asks you as you sat in between him and tony on the dining table. "i'm good, bruce, why do you ask?"

"we've been hearin' a lot about you today, cupcake." tony winks at you before continuing to eat his food. you pout at him. "bad things?"

"no, no, no, not bad things, never bad things. you're the sweetest little cupcake and everyone loves you. now eat your food," tony pretends to make an angry face at you and you listen to him, smiling as you do so.

after dinner, you decided to lounge in the common room for a bit to watch tv and thor, clint, wanda and sam decide to join you.

"what are we watching?" sam asks as he plops down next to you on the couch. "i don't know, i'm kinda in the mood to watch my little pony." you quipped happily. "my little pony? that stupid ponies cartoon where the purple unicorn has magic and becomes a princess?"

"it's not stupid," you muttered under your breath, suddenly getting upset that he thought my little pony was stupid. "if you guys don't want to watch, i guess we can watch whatever you want." you told the rest who were already seated, a sad expression on your face.

"bubs! of course we want to watch it! right, sam?" wanda glares at sam as she asked him through gritted teeth. "y–yes! yes, we'll watch my little pony!" he replies quickly. "okay!" you cheer, leaning back against the couch as you turned the show on.

after an episode was done, you seemed to have gotten the others hooked on it because they asked for another episode. well, except for sam because he decided one episode was enough and it was time to sleep so he left.

"okay," you giggled, happy that they liked the show. "but i'm going to go get my snacks first." you walked to the kitchen to quickly get your bag of pretzels from the pantry. you were pretty sure it was the period moodswings that were causing your emotions to be all over the place because you cried. you cried because you were so excited to go get your snacks, only to find that it had been stolen.

you trudged back into the living room with a tear-stained face and wanda immediately stands up. "bubs, what's wrong?" she held both your shoulders as she looked down at you. you hiccup. "i–i think pete took my pretzel sticks." you pouted to try keep the incoming tears at bay but they managed to drop anyways.

"i'll kill him," clint stands up, hands held out in a fighting stance. "how dare he steal y/n/n's snacks." wanda rolls her eyes at his antics and gives him a look that tells him to back down.

"lady y/n," thor calls from his spot on the couch. you turn to him. "i have a stash of poptarts if you want?" he offered and as kind as his intentions were, you only wanted your pretzel sticks. you dropped down to the floor, staring silently into nothing.

"y/n," clint places a hand on your shoulder, trying to get you to get up but you didn't. you looked up at him with a small pout and glossy eyes and he cracked. "alright, thor, come with me to the grocery store. we're getting y/n/n's snacks,"

thor immediately gets up, following clint out the door. you couldn't believe that the avengers' own archer and god of thunder were willing to go out just to buy you snacks.

twenty minutes later, they came back with bags of different snacks but most importantly, your pretzel sticks. you ran to them, giving them the biggest hug you could give, prompting chuckles and hair ruffles from them. "anything for you, kiddo."

despite having just gotten your snack, you fell asleep ten minutes into the next episode and thor goes to carry you back to your room. he sets you down gently on your bed, pulling your blanket up so that you were warm.

"sleep well, lady y/n." he kisses the side of your head before leaving. and sleep well you did because you had an awesome family take care of you.

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harveywritings92 · 4 years ago

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BNHA Scenario: You fall asleep in their room.

Hawks: You've known Keigo since he first started out as a hero and were living with after a villain attack left your apartment destroyed, which both awesome and devastating to you, awesome you get to see your best friend and crush on his off time! but devastating because he doesn't know you like him... and it hurts knowing that while you're here on the penthouse balcony eating take-out drinking canned wine, looking down at the streets below... Hawks is out on some fancy date with some fangirl, who he's never gonna call again!

A sigh left your mouth as you pulled away from the railing nearly stumbling backwards a bit! luckily the feather Hawks left in the penthouse (or as Kei lovingly called it the nest.) caught you and gently pushed you back on your feet and just kind of hovered close in case you fell over,

(Meanwhile... Keigo flinched feeling his feather impact with something, worried he to excuse himself from his date and call you! and got nervous when you didn't answer.)

Deciding to call it a night you tossed your can in the recycling bin and went to bathroom, not seeing your phone light up when Hawks called... afterwards you managed to stumble into your room and pass out on your "bed" not noticing the fact that that your full size mattress was suddenly a king size and your blankets and sheets weren't the normal purple flannel ones you usually snuggled into.

Keigo got home 15 minutes later...

"Y/n?...I'm back!" He called out looking around the living room trying to see if you were awake, no answers he locked the door and put his keys on the counter when he noticed, the empty cans on it he check the labels and realized they were wine and hard water... he let out a small whistle reading the labels some of these were hard core 17% alcohol!... *She didn't drink these by herself did she?* he went over toward the guest room but saw the door close and assumed you were sleeping...

Keigo then went to his room and got ready for bed, and froze when he sensed he wasn't alone, he looked over at his bed as saw a person laying there, the blond tensed up and kept his feathers train on them as he approached he lifted the blanket and... Keigo's feathers dropped when he saw you laying fast asleep in his bed... His mind kind of stalled to a screeching halt as he stared at you there curled up and vulnerable...

He should've woken you up... should've told you to go back to your room, but instead the avian man just finished getting ready for bed and settled down next you taking your serene features and playing with your [hl/hc] hair as one of his wings covered you protectively before drifting off to sleep.

The it was the crack of dawn you woke up with a bad hangover and confused your bed felt and smelled different... almost like, a large red wing lazily jutted over your body and rested next to your head, Your eyes widened hangover momentarily forgotten as you got a good look around and realized you weren't in your room! you felt an arm thrown over you waist turned to see Keigo sleeping, you swallowed and tried to slip away, while trying to think how your going apologize for this! only for the blond to hold on tighter and pulled you back towards him, you looked back and saw his gold eyes glaring at her half lidded with a clear message. "Go back to sleep." you blinked before laying back down and relaxed in Keigo's arms going back to sleep.

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Dabi: You stupidly trusted Toga who was fooling around with her quirk and was disguised as a dude said she'd take you back to your room after you over did it at the bar, you were pretty plastered Kurogiri cut you off and told you to go to bed! Toga offered to help you out, cos Dabi your supposed partner was too busy flirting with some random chick; who had wandered in with her entourage, not uncommon as the league needed the money so occasionally, they'll open the bar to civilians though most of them were drugged by the end of the night and dropped at random spots so that can't tell people where they were. (but anywho)

Toga had said she'd take you back to your room and in your drunken haze, you foolishly trusted her as she led you way from the bar. and far away from a certain cremator, who didn't take your absence lightly... Toga's quirk had worn off by the time she dropped you off in Dabi's room and happily went back to her room, curious about how this was gonna play out tomorrow! Dabi was pissed when he approached your room he went to knock on your door, but paused. You weren't his girl... he can't tell you what to do nor who to screw! So then why hell did it feel like he was being cheated on? He growled and went to his room, where he was in for a shock when he found you passed in his bed!...

Dabi was so confused if you were here? then who th-..." Toga..." he hissed tired and annoyed the raven haired man walked over to his bed and glared down at you with mild interest, "I don't know what the hell you're doing to me N/n..." he huffed thinking back to the bar the rage he felt seeing what he thought was some fugly guy was dragging you off to bed with him. "I turned down... A blonde, bisexual, bridesmaid for you, that's like the unicorn of bar girls!" he mused playing with your bangs as he laid down next to you. "I've been doing that a lot lately..." he hummed voice getting huskier as sleep over took him...while holding onto you.

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Shigaraki: You been awake for three days straight, doing random missions for the league and were very disoriented you hadn't even realized you wandered into Shigaraki's room and settled down next to the gaming dust master, luckily your quirk cancels his out, So you weren’t a dust pile when he rolled over in his sleep and instinctively wrapped his arms around whatever was making him feel warm.

Two hours later

The last thing Tomura was expected when he woke up from his nap was him spooning a girl! He jolt out of bed shocked and looked around confused, what the hell were you doing in his room? why did you... his eyes widened when he realized it you weren't dead…how come you weren't a pile of dust?! he looked at his hand then back at you and brought a shaky hand to you cheek gently put all five fingers to you warm flesh.. nothing happened! He can touch you...

Shigaraki let a choked gasp as he laid back down next you to taking in your features, he's noticed you lot as you're always kind of pretty for an NPC and you liked videogames too! but other then that he was too shy to try and interact with you... other telling you where to go and what to do, least now he had reason to start talking to you more.

He then noticed the bags under your eyes and how sickly you looked... Shigaraki's eyes narrowed as he wondered why that was? he got his answer when he heard two male voices talking down the hall. "Dammit Kurogiri put me on night patrol again!" one huffed as the other male snorted. "So what? just get Y/n to do it.. she's easy to screw over, just tell her you were given her job by mistake." the first asked is that worked, the second one confirmed it.

Tomura was getting angrier as they continued making fun of you! he got up careful not to wake you and opened the door and closed it, "Oh, hey boss!...what are you Ack!!!" there was struggle for a few seconds then Tomura's muffled talking and muffled. "Yes sir, I'm sorry sir!", then Shigaraki walked back in his room, leaving Guy 1 staring at the pile dust that used to be Guy 2. Shigaraki laid back down next you holding you hand.

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Bakugou: You went to bathroom and accidently wandered into his dorm and he hadn't even noticed you slip into bed next to him, until he woke up at around 3 am and felt arms around his waist, Katsuki was ready to blow a gasket. "WHO TH-" he choked up and blushed when he saw it was you...his crush, how the... what the hell are you doing in his bed?! how did you even get into his room?! His red eyes fixated on his door and saw it wasn't locked.

He must've forgot to lock it after he told Shitty-hair and Dunce-face to get lost! Well, it was too late now. you were here, and he wasn't gonna let you get in trouble over a mistake! and besides he kind of enjoying feeling you holding onto him like this... it was warm and kind of felt nice Katsuki felt himself relax and drifted of back to sleep.

Needless to say Aizawa was not a happy teacher when he found you sleeping in Bakugou's bed both teens didn't know what was coming as Aizawa slowly raised the bucket full of ice water over his head and... Outside birds flew away the sound of screaming and the deafening explosion that followed.

#bnha fanfiction #boku no hero academia #bnha scenarios #bnha imagines #hawks x reader #keigo takami #dabi x reader #touya todoroki #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki tomura #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #Female reader

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whyyesihaveasaviorcomplex · 3 years ago

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Saw what you wrote, so I got a fluffy romantic headcannon in mind: the fem! reader goes on a lovely picnic with Leona and steals a kiss from him in the end. You want Leona fluff? You got it!

Leona just- *surprised pikachu face*

Meanwhile me writing this: *resisting urge to write all the scenic stuff cause I’m obsessed with forest/cottage/valley core*

I’ll still take drabble/oneshot or headcanon requests btw, I only have one more left in my drafts to finish :))

^I’ll accept other characters and smut or suggestive stuff too, just no angst cause I’ll cry [and that is a threat /j]

Third person POV, she/her pronouns for reader, reader being MC not specified “Mouse” used as a term of endearment for reader, we also disregard that NRC is an all-boys school

Divider by @thyming

When Y/n first invited Leona out to a “quiet spot” just outside of NRC’s campus, he expected a napping spot.

Though it wasn’t like he’d complain about the blanket and food laid out before him. Especially when it was at his precious Mouse’s courtesy. He couldn’t help but laugh a little under his breath at how adorable she truly was that she’d want such a scenic date.

Y/n’s eyes lit up when she saw the small smile gracing Leona’s lips. He plopped himself down so he lay on his side with his head leaning on his hand. Y/n began to talk happily whilst unpacking small sandwiches, one more filled with meat for her overgrown housecat, of course. Leona simply let them babble on as usual, enjoying his time with her.

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“Are you even listening?”

Leona scrunched his nose at the hand lightly tugging his ear, whipping his tail to Y/n’s arm.

“You were talking about how your idiot friends almost burnt down the potions classroom.” Green eyes opened and a playful glare came with them. “I listen.”

Y/n gave him a look. Leona smirked.

“Most of the time.”

“Yeah, yeah. Now up, off my lap.”

Leona groaned.

“Don’t want to.”

“Leona.”

“Y/n.”

After a moment of eye contact, Y/n huffed, standing without regard for Leona’s presence.

“Oi!”

Y/n smiled sweetly, “Don’t get off my lap when I say, that happens.”

Without another word, she begins to clean up the food containers and baggies that were now barren. They all went into the picnic basket she had brought. She then urged Leona off the blanket to put away. He decided to comply this time, begrudgingly getting up.

With everything now away and ready to be carried back to her dorm, she dusted herself off and began to walk back. She quickly paused once realizing Leona wasn’t following her. She glanced behind her shoulder to see him contently laying on his back. Snorting a little, Y/n walked back over and crouched down next to his face.

“You not coming back?” She raised her eyebrow. “We have classes to go to ya know.”

“All the more reason to stay here. ‘Sides, you picked a good spot.” His ear flicked at the hand he knew was coming to gently grasp it again, though he couldn’t help the small upturn of his lips.

“Well I’m leaving, I already skipped to do this with you.” Leona felt his heart jump at that. “Have a nice nap, kitty.”

He waited a moment or two before opening his eyes, not hearing any footsteps. Y/n was still hovered above him, eyes half lidded and lips in a soft grin. Without any hesitation, Y/n leaned down a bit to press her lips to his forehead. Then once again, bit lighter, to his lips. Leona felt stunned, in a good way of course, as he watched his Mouse walk away with an extra pep in her step.

A sigh left his lips, unhappy he hadn’t been quick enough to kiss her back. He’d have to make the first move whence they were alone together again. He only had one thought before he fell into his sleep for the hour.

“Aren’t you just full of surprises…”

#leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar x reader #twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #twst #twst leona #im a leona stan sorry not sorry #it’s sad how much i love this fictional lion man based on a disney villain

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roymustangonly · 3 years ago

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Valueable Moments

A story in which you are a male Lieutenant working directly under Roy Mustang.

FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST BROTHERHOOD PART ONE SPOILERS!!

Though it always seemed that the man was stressed, you couldn't stand to see Roy in the state that he was currently in: hair pointed outwards in every which way, deep circles beneath his jet black eyes, and his overall sluggish demeanor.

The broken man took his seat at his desk, groaning as he laid his head in his arms for a moment. He didn't care about his appearance around you at the moment, knowing you'd excuse his current behavior. "Good morning, Sir." You chimed, attempting to forecast a bit of your energy towards him. A slightly less painful groan was left in return, causing the edges of your mouth to twinge in sympathy.

Today was a rather slow day, which would work in Roy's favour. It was a Friday morning, with most work being completed already from the previous four work days. There were a few papers that he needed to sign, however they could technically wait until the following week.

Roy didn't seem to move after he uttered that groan, which could only mean that he had fallen asleep. You couldn't help but smile, quietly placing your pen back in its holding cup. You stood from your seat and pushed in the chair carefully, walking over to the Colonel. The position that he was in didn't seem right for his back, so you decided to try to lift him. The man didn't seem like he weighed too much. With a height of 5'8" and a lean muscular composition, he was bound to be within your carrying capabilities. This was where your theories fell flat.

You placed your arm around his two legs, and another behind his back, ready to lift. However, Roy was much heavier than he seemed. He must be carrying more muscle weight than you anticipated. You huffed and removed your arms, gazing back at the man before you. He was still fast asleep. The poor man must not have slept last night. Who could blame him after losing Maes…

You sighed and placed your hand on his head, gently moving each strand of hair from his eyes. Normally he'd never let you do such a thing, but there was no opposition when he was this exhausted. The corners of his mouth moved upwards in a sleepy smile, eyebrows moving from furrowed to relaxed. You heard a quiet noise escape from him as he moved his head slightly, as if he wanted more.

You felt a small ping of excitement as you brushed your thumb from the bottom of his front hairs to the root. Your hand left his head as you removed your jacket, draping it over his shoulders to act as a blanket. You left a final pat on the top of his head as you quietly stepped away.

As you reached your desk you picked up your phone, scrolling the wheel to dial Armstrong's extension. Of course he’d be able to lift the Colonel. Plus, he seemed like he’d help the man. He proved to be an extremely compassionate individual. You tapped your foot quietly as you waited for him to answer, fingers grazing against the curled telephone line. Your mind drifted to what excuses you could make for Roy in the event that someone called. You bit your bottom lip as you brainstormed, nearly jumping out of your skin as you heard Armstrong pick up.

The thoughts that were once invading the weather of your brain were now scattered, like a few calm clouds in a serene evening sky. “Hello?” Armstrong greeted, seeming a tad confused. “Hello, Major Armstrong, this is Lieutenant L/N. I require your assistance in the office if that is all right.” You explained, keeping your tone quiet. “YOU REQUIRE MY ASSISTANCE? OF COURSE! I WILL BE THERE AS SOON AS POSSIBLE! THE ARMSTR-” You felt bad for hanging up abruptly, however even the voice in the telephone was too loud for the sleeping Roy across the room. He grumbled a grumpy noise and buried his head further into his desk, returning back to his immobile state. You sent a swift grin his way and made your way to the door, not wanting the Major to wake him up.

You exited the office and waited patiently for Major Armstrong, humming quietly to yourself. Meanwhile, Armstrong was running down the halls, elated that someone needed him. As you saw the Major, you put a finger to your lips, causing him to slow down in his tracks. He stopped in front of you and whispered… Rather, spoke in a normal tone for average beings. You weren’t sure if he was capable of legitimately whispering. “What do you need help with, Lieutenant?”

You pressed your pointer finger to your lips once again as you opened the door to the office, letting the Major in. His eyes opened wide as he whispered “Is he dead!?!?” You immediately closed the door and rolled your eyes, shaking your head. “The Colonel is asleep, and I’d appreciate it if you kept this between the two of us, Sir. Would you mind helping me lift him to the sofa? He seems quite exhausted and truly deserves the rest.”

Major Armstrong immediately melted and babbled about how kind of you that was, and how noble it was for you to ensure that he rested. You swore you could see hearts appear, framing his head as he continued to gush. When he was finished, he easily lifted the Colonel. Roy stirred a bit in his sleep but didn’t move much, as he was truly exhausted. The Major grinned ear to ear and giddily brought Roy to the sofa, placing him gently down. He gave the Colonel a light pat to the head and retreated back to you, nearly skipping due to the overall joy he was feeling.

You shook your head and let a crooked smile slip as the Major gushed to you. He swore that the Colonel leaned into him, like a small child. Armstrong was shaking with excitement, thanking you again for choosing him. You insisted that you should be thanking him, but he just seemed too damn happy.

As the Major finally exited the room, you rubbed your eyes and began to walk to your desk, stopping in your tracks as you heard your name. “Y/N…” Roy mumbled, eyes just barely open. You immediately turned around, walking over to your superior. You bent down so you were eye-level with Roy. “Yes, sir?” You asked, making sure to keep your voice down. “Why am I here… I n-” “Colonel, you need rest. I was quite unsure if you were even alive a few moments ago. Please do not argue with me, you deserve this rest. I’ve already taken care of everything else.”

He began to protest again, but his arguments were nearly as weak as his ability to stay conscious. You sighed and stood up, adjusting your uniform. “Rest well, Colonel.” You stated, turning back to face your desk. “Y/N wait-” You turned back around. Roy had a hand extended out, mumbling quietly: “Nap with me?” You immediately shut him down. Flirting? In this state? He is too persistent. You couldn’t even tell if he was being serious, due to his tone of voice, as well as not knowing his sexuality.

Roy gazed at you and sleepily smirked. “What if I told you that was an order?” You knew this had to be a joke, but for some reason the delivery of it felt off. You couldn’t help but catch the bit of yearning behind his fake demanding tone. How were you supposed to say no to that? Especially when there was a chance that he was serious. If anything, you could simply state you were following orders. There was no way you could be outed… right?

The thought of doing so made your head spin. You couldn’t tell his intentions and it was a bit overwhelming. The possibility of being outed, and having Roy disgusted with you, caused a wave of anxiety to hit. You began to sweat beneath your shirt, still looking for any sort of social cue. Roy groaned and placed his left hand over his eyes. “You are no fun…” He grumbled. For some reason he sounded genuinely upset, and that was all you needed to hear. Now, you were sure he was serious. “Okay.” He uncovered his eyes and sat up slightly. “Okay?” “Okay.”

You removed your uniform boots and sighed, awkwardly lying next to Roy. For some reason, knowing he was serious made it even more anxiety inducing. Though he was half asleep, Roy noticed your stiffness and wrapped an arm around you, laying his head on your chest. This caused your cheeks to warm. He smirked and closed his eyes, placing his other hand on your abdomen to rest. You moved your arm to support Roy’s head and placed your hand on his shoulder, fully holding him.

You took a few breaths and attempted to calm yourself, oblivious to the fact that Roy could hear your heartbeat. Deep down Roy was as smug as ever, but he decided to keep that to himself, not wanting to add to your anxiety. “Is this… okay?” You mumbled, unsure of how exactly this was supposed to work. Being in the closet caused you to avoid relationships, fearful that someone would harm you, or worse, your partner.

“Yes, Y/N. This is fine.” He stated reassuringly, holding in a chuckle. You exhaled in relief and lifted your right hand, threading your fingers through his hair. Though it seemed spiky, it was surprisingly soft, which was a pleasant surprise. Roy hummed and let you comb through his hair, feeling a bit generous today. Especially since you did agree to comfort him as he slept. Though, he’d never admit this.

You closed your eyes and continued to card your fingers through each strand, feeling the fatigue begin. After a few minutes you opened one eye, peeping down at Roy. He was fast asleep, right arm hugged tightly around your middle. You grinned ear to ear, feeling grateful that you were allowed to see the Colonel in this vulnerable, precious state. You adored seeing his head move slightly upward with each breath you took, and back down when you exhaled.

Was this what relationships felt like? Was your fear causing you to miss out on these moments? You shook these thoughts away, not wanting to ruin this valuable moment. You closed your eyes and held Roy tight, unsure when you’d ever be able to do this again. Even if you couldn’t, this one moment would satisfy you for a lifetime.

Sorry if this is considered too similar to the last! I’ve been going through a lot lately, and comforting others is really just... stress relief to me. I usually write depending on my mood and I’m sorry if this gets annoying! Any constructive criticism would be great as long as it isn’t too harsh! Thank you for reading!

PS: All my works are unfortunately unedited. I do not have the patience to reread my longer works. Apologies!

Word Count: 1776

#roymustang #roy mustang x male reader #roy mustang x reader #FMA #Fullmetal Alchemist #fmab roy #fullmetal alchimist brotherhood #Roy Mustang

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troublesometrollhunters · 4 years ago

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Imagine being pregnant in TrollMarket

~ You were one of Jims teachers. Recently pregnant and left alone to raise the baby you moved to Arcadia for a fresh start. However monsters and mayem were not on the pregnancy itinerary and now you've stumbled into a whole world of trouble that doesn't involve your pregnancy problems.

~ Jim swears to you as long as he's Trollhunter no harm will come to you or your baby and he's so sorry that you got caught up in this mess. However your quick to forgive and soon the Trollhunter team becomes your family, the kids becoming your own children in a way.

~ Jim is quick to cook you anything you want. If you have a weird pregnancy craving he'll make whatever you want. Pickled pears? Got it! Something super sweet? Of course. Something really spicy? Sure. Icecream? He'll get the machine and make you some! He loves cooking for you and is glad he can help outside of trollhunting.

~ Toby throughout the entire process becomes your hype man. Becoming pregnant can be hard on your body and how you see yourself. Especially since the hormones make everything seem like a big deal. Sometimes the weight is upsetting or you feel fat and like a slob other times your so tired but feel lazy for taking a nap. He's there to tell you your amazing and beautiful and you should always feel that way because it's true. Self care is key and he's determined to make sure your taken care of the whole pregnancy.

~ Claires an expert in pregnancies because of her baby brother. She helps you make a list of things you should get for the upcoming baby and enjoys maternity shopping with you. You may be a pregnant lady but that doesn't mean you should be forced to live in sweatpants for nine months. She also helps you pick out cute baby clothes and toys for the nursery.

~ Poor Blinky in his excitement mixes up troll customs with human ones and creates weird hybrid things that don't actually exist and defiently don't help the pregnancy.

~ The kids and trolls keep up on absolutely everything. You're very well taken care of the whole pregnancy. Jim makes sure your eating. Toby makes sure you take care of yourself. And Claire helps you with house stuff when you need it. Draal, Blinky, and Aarrrgh also get very involved. They want to hear about your doctor appointments and see all the sonograms and ultrasounds. (Good luck getting their hands off you when the baby begins kicking)

~ You never got a baby shower so the troll team surprises you. Claire organizes the party, Jim handles the cake and food, meanwhile Toby invites all your friends and decorates. You get gifts from trolls, people, and even changelings. Strickler didn't come but he sent an expensive gift and a nice card.

~ You don't think much of it as it's a busy fun day full of gifts, laughter, games, and love. When the parties over they have one last surprise for you. Taking you upstairs the kids are excited to show you a recently decorated nursey!

~ Blinky had painted the walls of the room to look like an enchanted forest. There was elegant trees with birds and critters and flowers full of bees and butterflies. Soft green carpet laid on the floor and you nearly cried as you looked around. Draal had built you a beautiful crib of wood with little pieces of heart stone hanging off of it. And Aarrrgh smiled as he'd put in some shelves and arranged toys. Stepping further into the room taking it in, the crib was full of fluffy pillows and soft blankets. All of them were fantasy themed with pixies or tales of fae. Hand made dolls of the trolls were in a toy bin and plushies of goblins and other creatures were placed around the room. There was a gorgoues rocking chair in the corner and next to it a shelf full of young troll books and childrens toys. There was also a wooden changing station with soft pillows for your baby that held all the supplies you needed to clean and change them. You cry telling them this is the best gift ever.

~ Bular found you by accident. About half way through your second term Goblins were chasing the trollhunting team and out of options they hid at your house since you were the closest. The U.V lights you installed made the goblins flee and you thought that was the end of that until a changeling tried to break into your home a couple days later.

~ The team decides Trollmarket was the safest place for you. Staying in Trollmarket until the baby comes and you can safely move everyone is excited. Trolls may not love humans but the fact that your carrying a life inside of you is seen as a glorious thing. Trollmarket would never turn a pregnant person away even if they are a human. You get an influx of gifts from trolls around the market and they all make a point to smile and wave whenever they see you, something they didn't do before.

~ If your feet ever become sore, don't worry about it. In human standards you may be big but in troll ones your small. Blinky, Aarrrgh, Draal they'll carry you if they see you struggling. It's also a troll instinct to want to feed anything that's tiny so be prepared for trolls constantly offering you strange things to eat because they think you should be bigger for the baby. Gifts are a common occurrence as you live with Blinky. Weapons. Troll toys. Books. You also receive a lot of interesting letters.

~ Blinky tells the babies stories every night before you got to bed. He reads human fairy tales but also tells troll lore excited. Aarrrgh snuggles next to you and wherever the baby kicks he laughs. You always go to bed warm and happy as your baby rests soundly in your stomach.

~ Draal gets very protective of you when you locate to Trollmarket. He was protective before but after the attack he's now a guard dog, constantly by your side unless the team really needs him. When the baby starts kicking he's nervous to touch your belly at first. He'd seen the others do it and he wanted to as well. Taking his hand you gently put it your stomach and his eyes widen as he feels a strong kick against it.

"They're a warrior!" He states excited and you chuckle. With who they'd be raised with you had no doubt they'd be a warrior.

~ Aarrrgh is very cuddly the entire pregnancy. He wants the baby to be warm and safe so he often curls up around you when you take naps. He's often nuzzling your baby bump and asking questions. Human pregnancies and troll ones are very different and sometimes he gets confused but he does his best.

~ Blinky reads way to many books that Claire brings over about babies. Now he thinks he's an expert on all things baby related. The entire pregnancy he gives ludicrous advice thinking it'll help the pregnancy and the baby. It's sweet but he becomes a bit overbearing and the kids sometimes have to intervene.

~ Vendel gets annoyed when the others have to leave and he's stuck with you. But as you waddle around the Heartstone complaining about sore feet and back pains he pauses. He leads you somewhere to sit down. He gives you a chunk of heartstone to hold and wraps you in blankets so your warm. Wandering away he comes back with tea for the both of you and starts a pleasant chat.

~ You've wandered into a dangerous world and your worried about your baby, about the kids. They shouldn't be alone... They shouldn't be taking care of you, your the adult! Vendel notices the sad way you say alone and care. He sees your lip tremble and it hits him your scared. He softly asks you if your afraid to be alone, if your afraid you won't get the care you need. Your hands instinctively touch the baby bump and your thoughts wander to the father who'd walked out on you. You nod feeling tears in your eyes and he gently puts his head to yours humming something soft and soothing.

"You are not alone here and you will be cared for here."

You begin sobbing relieved as he rubs your back. No you suppose you had nothing to worry about.

~ Vendel knows a lot about human pregnancies thanks to asking you and doing some light research. Blinky likes to challenge the old man about it and they often bicker about what's good and not good for you and the baby. It can be quit entertaining if not alarming.

~ Vendel gives you potions for morning sickness so you no longer puke when you wake up and he gives you tea to sooth your aching muscles. He gifts you a heartstone necklace so that peace may always be with you as you carry the baby.

~ Your in Blinkies library one day. The kids are out patrolling and your enjoying a nice night when suddenly your soaked. At first you assume you peed yourself and are a tad emabrassed but you know Blinky will understand. Calling him in for some assistance he pauses seeing you and that's when the contractions start. You didn't pee, your water just broke.

~ Going to a hospital may take too long and getting out of the canal was too dangerous at this point. You're very carefully picked up by Aarrrgh before your rushed to the heartstone. Someone had ran ahead so Vendel was getting ready as you were brought in.

~ There are soft blankets to lay on and your put on a Heartstone slab which eases the pain of labor. Trolls excitedly wait outside of the heartstone for the baby to come. Hours pass and although your sweaty and exhausted you can't help but smile as your baby is placed in your arms.

~ The kids run in along with Draal and they stare at you holding your newborn. You're covered in blankets and sweaty but you couldn't be happier as you stare at your baby. They're swaddled in a soft furry blanket holding a chunk of heartstone with wide eyes. They look around and you smile.

"Hi... Hi... I'm your mama..." You mumble holding them close. "This is your family..."

~ Vendel takes the baby to check on them and you sleep after the draining expeirnce when you wake you smile holding your child close. Vendel was the official grandpa and you'd named Aarrrgh and Blinky the godfathers of the child. You said the kids could be sisters and brothers if they wanted and you told Draal he was an uncle. They were all very excited.

~ You give your baby a human name and a Trollish one. One you'd use in the human one and one you'd use in TrollMarket. Holding them close and looking at your family you smile. You wouldn't have it any other way.

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alby-rei · 4 years ago

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Sharing is Caring and that includes Naps (Leonardo x MC)

Prompt: Leonardo doesn’t like to share, especially when it’s MC, and he’s noticed the lingering glances of some of the residents. Different scenarios have popped up since MC decided to live in Le Comte’s mansion with them, and Leonardo has made a permanent mental note of who to trust and who to absolutely, positively not trust when it comes to sharing her.

[Series] Post-Route Leonardo x MC

[Genre] Fluff, Comedy

[Warnings] None

1. {Leonardo & Napoleon (ft. Sebastian)}

“MC, would you mind waking up Napoleon for me? Normally I would take care of it, but I must finish cooking breakfast here,” Sebastian nodded towards the frying pan on the stove in front of him.

“Sure, Sebas. I’ll be right back.” I set down the tray I was holding and untied my apron before heading towards Napoleon’s room.

It sounded like an innocent request at the time.

I walked down the hall, mentally counting how many doors I passed by. I’ve made that a habit in order to keep track of who lives where. You’d think after a month of doing chores around Le Comte’s mansion, I would memorize these kinds of details by now.

I stopped in front of Napoleon’s door. The door was left ajar.

“Hm? It’s open?” I knocked lightly, calling out to Napoleon, but I heard no response.

I debated whether I should invite myself in or not, looking around for any sign of other residents that could enter for me. Nope, none. I slowly pushed the door open and peered inside, finding Napoleon comfortably huddled in his lavish master bed under his extremely comfy-looking blanket. I stood in front of Napoleon’s sleeping form; he laid on his side facing away from me. I took a deep breath, then slowly shook his exposed arm with my hand. I could feel his muscles flex under my touch, but he didn’t stir. So, I persisted.

“Napoleon… Napoleon… Sebastian and I made breakfast, come on before it gets cold.”

I was about to give up and leave when I heard shuffling, and Napoleon turned so that he laid on his back instead. His eyes remained closed, and he breathed deeply. Something tells me he’s awake and faking his sleep.

I crouched down to his eye level with a motherly expression that read, “I ain’t dealing with your shit, child, wake up already.”

“Come on, Napo.” I reached out to shake him again, but he suddenly grabbed arm and pulled me towards him.

I was caught completely off-guard when I felt his lips peck my cheek lightly. I pulled away with a yelp, but his grip was firm, holding me in place when I recoiled my head. His grip changed slightly, and he pulled me on top of him.

“Napo! What do you think you’re doing?”

“Shhhh… Too loud in the morning. Let’s sleep together a bit longer,” he murmured.

Napoleon had me laying on my side at the edge of the bed with his arm slung around me like I was a stuffed plushie. My face heated up at the close proximity, especially since I didn’t know Napoleon that well just yet. Sebastian is going to kill me for taking so long...!

…Actually, does he know that Napoleon is like this in the morning? He must know since he keeps notes of these things in his prized notebook of random facts about the residents. Did he set me up?!

“Stop moving, nunuche, or else I’ll kiss you again.”

“Listen buddy, only Leonardo can use that threat on me, okay?”

A third voice joined in from Napoleon’s door.

“Hm?” It was Leonardo. Shiet. “Cara mia, shouldn’t you be making us breakfast?”

I could hear the drowsiness in his laughter, as he waltzed into the room until he stood where I was a minute ago. I couldn’t see him all too well from my current locked position in Napoleon’s arms, but I saw Leonardo’s expression shift from the corner of my eye.

“Leonardo, honey. This isn’t what it looks like, I promise.”

“Oi, Napoleon, what do you think you’re doing with cara mia?” Leonardo leaned over me to shake Napoleon out of his apparently very deep slumber.

Using the arm that was around my body, Napoleon pulled Leonardo towards him and pecked him on the lips. Leonardo withdrew away from him with a scowl as soon as their lips touched. A smirk etched its way on Napoleon’s sleepy visage, as he peeked an eye open at Leonardo. His jade green eyes appeared to challenge the pureblood to try to wake him up further.

Sighing, Leonardo stood up straight and started walking away.

“Leonardo? Where are you going?” He reappeared in my line of vision, but he stood at the opposite side of the bed.

Seemingly ignoring my question, Leonardo kicked his boots off and pulled the covers to sit on the bed.

“At least turn her around, so I can hold her, too,” Leonardo pouted, pulling the cover over his body.

Suddenly, I felt my world flip 180 in Napoleon’s arms, and I found myself stuck between both men. Leonardo grinned, pulling me towards him with his arm around my upper arm, turning me around to lie on my back. Sinking into the soft pillow, he made no effort to get Napoleon’s arm off of my waist. I was caged in a warmth that I enjoyed all too much. That, along with the extremely comfy-looking blanket, made me want to stay here with them for the rest of the morning.

“Guys… you’re making me drowsy again,” I whined lazily.

Leonardo closed his eyes as soon as his head hit the pillow, leaving no room for negotiation. I admired the serene look on his face as he slept. It’s not every day I get to see these men so peaceful and so child-like in their stubbornness. They’re so adorable, dammit.

I brought my hand up to brush the hair out of his face, and he caught my hand, kissing my palm and intertwining our fingers before bringing it back down to his side.

Eventually, I ended up drifting to dreamland alongside my sleeping beauties.

[Bonus Scene]

But before I actually succumbed to the warm embrace of sleep, Sebastian did come to check up on me.

I found his mop of silver hair peeking through the door, calling out for Napoleon.

“Sebastian!”I whisper-yelled, craning my neck to look at him.

As soon as Sebastian opened his mouth to say something—probably reprimand me for taking so long— he paused in utter shock.

“Oh, haha, hey Sebastian, buddy ol’ pal, I swear this isn’t what it looks—”

Sebastian drowned out the sound of my voice, his eyes staring at the extremely comfy-looking blanket we were currently wrapped around.

I swear, if he even thinks about joining in, Imma jump out and slap all three of them.

But he didn’t. He just stood there. I wonder what’s going on in his head… A lecture? Punishment plans?

...Meanwhile, in Sebastian’s head...

Master Leonardo isn’t bothered by Napoleon’s presence next to MC. And Monsieur Napoleon is sharing his bed with others, which he was previously very protective of!! This is totally new, undocumented information. Darn it, why did I leave my notebook in my room?

Sebastian’s hand was inside his jacket pocket, but he came up empty. He decided to take mental notes, and he dipped out of the room with the utmost subtlety that I’ve associated with his character.

Which is to say, none at all. This man was tiptoeing out like the floor was marked with hidden lasers.

Alarmed by his lack of assistance, I called out, “H-hey, Sebby. Wanna help me out of… here? Oi, get back here! …Sebby? Hello? Y-you’re just going to leave me here?”

“Oh, don’t worry. I’ll give you other chores to take care of later in the day!”

“Shhhh. Cara mia, let’s take a nap together,” Leonardo muttered in my ear.

The warmth of his breath on my ear spread to the rest of my body. Whining again, I relented, closing my eyes to focus on Leonardo’s sweet scent.

~Leonardo’s Verdict

Napoleon: Dependable, helps show cara mia's adorable side

Sebas: A homie, should give cara mia breaks more often

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flowesona · 4 years ago

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Visitation of a Lover - Yandere! Ghost Taehyung x reader

Happy Halloween! i hope everyone has a great evening and i hope you will enjoy this oneshot 🖤

Life never ceased to pass by. People were born and grew old, created their own families, earned themselves a legacy. Meanwhile, all that Kim Taehyung could do was watch. For hundreds of years he wandered around his estate, because he had nowhere else to go. No one that lived in his house even cared to acknowledge his life or history - he hadn’t heard his name leave the lips of his family in decades, and the portrait he’d commissioned of himself when the house was first built remained tucked away in the attic.

At the very least, he was thankful that he never had to see anything distasteful. The current occupant of his house - a very distant family member - was a mild mannered widower who only ever ventured into half of the rooms of the house, leaving plenty of space for Taehyung to live. The ghost had even been so bold as to start leaving a physical presence - in the dusty studio where he had spent many afternoons writing his diary when he was alive, he’d taken up painting landscape views. There was the slight risk that the old man could walk in and have a heart attack upon seeing a floating paintbrush but considering that he could barely make the trek to the kitchen for a cup of tea, Taehyung was more than happy to take that risk.

“Oh really? Good golly, you have to send me a picture?” Taehyung had been enjoying a light novel in the lounge when he heard the elderly man cheering loudly in his study. Curious, he folded the corner of the page and tucked the book away, phasing into the next room to see what was so exciting.

“A baby boy! Just like I wanted!”

He peered over the shoulder of his kin, seeing his open laptop on the polished maplewood desk. What the old man was so delighted by was an email showing a picture of a small newborn baby being cradled in a woman's arms. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that this was a new member of the family, but what piqued Taehyung’s interest more was the woman holding the child. Even with her forehead drenched in sweat and her body covered by a not-so-flattering hospital gown, there was something ethereal about her. For the first time in ages Taehyung felt some yearning in his heart.

He wanted… no, he needed to meet her. Maybe this angel could be the salvation he needed, the key to him escaping his mundane existence in purgatory.

It just so happened that through death that they would be brought together.

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The elderly resident passed away a week after his great-grandson was born. Unfortunate timing, as he never even got to see the infant. Taehyung, however, was more fortunate, as the wake was held at his manor as per family tradition.

It was at this somber occasion he was able to see the woman who had piqued his interest up close. Maternity had had its toll on her body with her breasts sagging slightly and her figure still slightly bloated but the black funeral dress still looked quite beautiful, Taehyung noted. Interesting, how she lacked the figure most men would desire yet her husband still looked at her as if she was Helen of Troy reincarnate.

He found himself tailing her for the most of the occasion, still keeping a safe distance out of fear one of his fingers could brush against hers and scare her away for good. It was through this stalking he learnt of the young woman’s name - (Y/N).

She was quiet and respectful - as to be expected at a wake - but a bright smile lit up her face when she showed pictures of her newborn child to anyone who asked. It was way more intriguing watching her interact with everyone at the wake than to read one of the romantic books he’d poured over so many times.

“We’ve been reading through the will. And it seems Grandpa Kim left you his estate, rather than the money.” (Y/N)’s father-in-law was speaking to the couple in a hushed voice, drawing the ghost’s attention instantly.

“Really?”

“Well, it was updated quite recently with the birth of your son. I guess he thought by giving it to you, it would make sure the property stays in the family.”

“How do you feel about moving here, darling?” (Y/N)’s partner Seokjin - Taehyung had also learned his name through eavesdropping - asked, cradling her hand within his own.

“I would love to. But what about the dust? Won’t that be bad for the baby?” On god, her voice was as sweet as a nightingale song. How Taehyung longed to hear it for hours on end.

“I’ll clean it for you, silly. But do you think we could live here for the rest of our lives?”

The nod of (Y/N)’s head sealed their fate.

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Initially the change in ownership had been a nightmare. Between the seemingly none-stop arrival of moving trucks, the buzz of people helping to put things away and the loud whining of the month-old baby, it was hard to relax. Taehyung felt almost as on edge as the new owners of the house, Yet after many arguments and sleepless nights the couple were settled in.

They seemed to have more appreciation for the house than it’s former occupant, with many of the dusty spaces becoming clean and decorated again. Even Taehyung’s writing room - he’d watched with apprehension at first when they entered the room, but a warm feeling bubbled in his non-existent stomach when he saw (Y/N) taking his paintings and hanging them on the wall. Did she appreciate art just as much as him?

Even if the couple had settled properly, the one person who was still restless was their infant. The baby boy would often wake up in the middle of the night and wail loudly, leading one of the parents to climb out of bed and hush him back to sleep. This routine nearly drove Taehyung up the wall, as his peaceful naps were often disturbed by the cry of a hungry infant. It had been a while since there had been an infant living at the manor and Taehyung still had yet to adjust to the noise level.

“There’s milk in the fridge if he wakes up, and nappies are in the second drawer down in the nursery. Feel free to help yourself to anything in there, except the Sauvignon of course. We’ll be back at about 11PM, thank you so much for helping us!”

Taehyung was too distracted by the sight of (Y/N) dressed up so elegantly in a sleek black dress to process what she was saying to the spotty-faced teenager standing before her as Seokjin slipped on his shoes.

“No worries Mrs Kim.” The teen responded. With one last fret about the child, the couple left to get in the taxi, and the house felt like it had lost all of its life.

Taehyung wished he could trail after (Y/N) as he usually did, but being confined to the manor meant he had to seek out the next best thing.

The nursery had been fully made over by (Y/N) and Seokjin within a week or so of moving in. Gone was the Georgian wallpaper, replaced by a coat of blue paint and decorated with twinkling moons and stars. Taehyung approached the coat, his fingers brushing the plush mobile over the cot and watching it spin.

He heard the gurgle of the baby below him, glancing down to see the blinking brown eyes gazing back up at him. Perhaps not directly at him, but it was enough to make Taehyung double back in shock. He reached down into the cot and placed one of his cold hands on the baby’s face. Its response was a delighted giggle, as if his touch was ticklish. Taehyung chuckled, poking at the child’s ribs to see him scrunch up his tiny legs. Suddenly, gazing into the little boy’s eyes Taehyung knew what he’d been missing in both his alive and undead life. A real family, someone he could speak to and someone he could love.

He wished he could pick up this child and coo over its chubby cheeks with his wife. He wanted to write poems about his love for life, he wanted to fall asleep holding someone at night.

But not just anyone would do. He knew, he just knew, it had to be (Y/N). She would be his, and he would be hers.

However, whilst Taehyung was pondering this, the child was growing uncomfortable and it startled the ghost back into reality with a loud cry for attention. He glanced down at the child, panicking at the sight of tears running down its cheeks. Luckily, it seemed that the young boy was only hungry, as the room still smelt like fresh linen.

‘It’s okay. The babysitter will sort him out.’ He told himself.

However, after several painful minutes of waiting there was no sight of the teenager leading Taehyung to search the house for him. He found the babysitter lying on the couch fast asleep, a movie playing on the TV and an abandoned bottle of beer on the coffee table.

‘Pathetic’. Taehyung scoffed to himself. ‘I’ll do it myself.’

He found the bottle filled with breast milk that (Y/N) had left in the fridge, the teat already attached. With one last glance at the passed out teenager, he picked up the bottle and made his way back to the nursery.

It must surely be a jarring sight to see a floating bottle of milk, and furthermore to be picked up and fed by an invisible person. However, the baby didn’t seem too disturbed, happily drinking the milk and burping without a care in the world.

After the infant was fed he started to nod off the sleep again, and Taehyung gently laid him down in the cot. He gently traced over the warm cheek of the child before leaving, the most happy he’d been in his life.

He spent the rest of the evening waiting on the sofa for (Y/N) to return. Whilst the TV was showing some action movie, Taehyung couldn’t find it in himself to become interested in it. Not when he had much more pressing issues on his mind. His mind was flurried with the realisation of how he felt. How could he love someone when he’s dead? How could he win the heart of (Y/N) when she couldn’t see him?

Luckily he wasn’t left to stew in his thoughts for too long - as the clock crept around to ten o’clock the front door opened and shut as (Y/N) and Seokjin returned home. Her face was creased with worry as she crept up to the nursery to check on her darling child, whilst Seokjin stayed to pay their now conscious babysitter who had hidden all traces of delinquency and was happily accepting his payment for doing nothing.

Taehyung, as always, chose to join (Y/N) in the nursery. He stood by the doorway, watching as (Y/N) bent down to press a kiss to her beautiful sleeping child. Then, unable to resist he approached her and rested his arms on her waist. He felt her shiver slightly at the cold touch of his hands and for a second the melancholy of his situation hit him like a truck. But Taehyung couldn’t let it haunt him, not when the warmth of her skin under his hands made him more at peace than he had been for years.

She stumbled slightly as she left the nursery, the evening’s drink hit her harder than it usually would, but Taehyung’s hands steadied her. Whilst he secretly savoured the feeling of her body in his hold, he was more concerned about how unstable she was - most likely due to having not drank alcohol in over a year.

Seokjin still hadn’t returned to his wife’s side, and for that Taehyung was both grateful and condemning of the man - he despised how the man could be married to such an ethereal woman and not spend every waking moment by her side, but he was grateful to be able to fill that role. He gently guided her towards her bed, scared that she could fall, and once she had flopped onto the bed lay down next to her, admiring every one of her features as she fell asleep still in her fancy clothes and makeup.

Taehyung had waited hundreds of years to find his purpose in life, and now that he’d found her he knew he would do anything to make her happy.

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(Y/N) had become increasingly stressed since she returned to doing work, Taehyung noticed. Sure, it was only part-time and luckily they were happy for her to work from home meaning she didn’t need to get a new job. However, the incessant demand for attention from the young infant meant she rarely had a moment to rest her feet.

Taehyung wasn’t going to stand for it. Occasionally on the nights that his loneliness got to him, he would press his hand to her forehead only to find it hot and drenched with sweat. She was working herself to death, no doubt about it. And whilst Taehyung secretly longed for her to join the land of the dead with him, it wasn’t her time.

Thus, to take some of the stress off her back, he started to help out around the house. At first, it was minor things that (Y/N) wouldn’t think twice about. Putting dirty laundry in the basket, washing the dirty breakfast bowls, retrieving the toys that precious little Si-woo had thrown across the room, turning off the stove when she accidentally left it on. Seeing the positive effect these had on (Y/N), he started to get bolder in his actions - making her lunches (and letting her assume that it was Seokjin making them in the morning), taking out the garbage, shushing Si-woo when he started crying. All things Seokjin couldn’t do, that Taehyung would do everyday for her if she could only love him.

Spending time with her son was a new favourite hobby of Taehyung. He could stare at those twinkling eyes that inherited from (Y/N)’s for hours. He found that as the son grew he became more playful, and Taehyung was more than happy to keep the little tyke entertained. It was a risky game - if (Y/N) walked in and saw her son’s toys moving by themselves she would no doubt call an exorcist but with the delighted giggles that Si-woo made it was more than worth it.

However, with the increasing time he spent with (Y/N) Taehyung had a first hand seat to watching her relationship with Seokjin deteriorate. At first, it was just the lack of intimacy - Seokjin would often get home late, and by that time both (Y/N) and the baby were asleep leaving him to heat up whatever (Y/N) had made for dinner. When Seokjin woke up in the morning, (Y/N) had already been awake for hours caring for Si-woo. Seokjin missed everything, from Si-woo’s first teetering steps to the adorable way that he had said his first word: ‘dada’.

Then there was the argument.

“Have you seen my copy of ‘Eileen’?” In fact, Taehyung had borrowed it. Not only did he find the modern fiction way more interesting than his old romantic novels, he found it comforting to thumb the pages where (Y/N), much like he did, would fold the corners to save her progress.

“No. Where was the last place you left it?” Seokjin replied, not seeming nearly as interested in the issue as (Y/N) wanted him to be.

“I swear I left it on the dresser. Can you help me look for it?” She sighed in reply. Seokjin didn’t move.

“Is it such a big deal?”

Taehyung decided to leave his cozy chair in the corner to join (Y/N)’s side. He wasn’t sure, but he hoped she could feel his presence, to know that he was there for her even when her husband wasn’t.

“I just wanted to read it today. I was at a really good point.” His lover’s voice had a defeated tone to it, as if the book was her last hope in life.

“I’ll get you another copy. Come back to bed, (Y/N).” Seokjin purred, but (Y/N) shook her head.

“Why are you so selfish?” She suddenly snapped. “I feel like I do everything around here. I do all of the housework, I look after Si-woo all day long and I still find time to do my job! When was the last time you let your precious hands touch something domestic?”

“You think that I want to be away from home so much? I wish I could spend more time with my family but in case you forgot being in charge of a firm is actually quite demanding!” Seokjin stood up, his tone matching her aggression in a second.

(Y/N) paused, her eyes scrunching up as if she was going to cry.

“What happened? What happened to us that has made us this way? Why… why don’t I feel like you love me anymore?”

The sadistic side of Taehyung wished he could frame the scene and hang it up on the wall forever. The look of horror on Seokjin's face was simply priceless.

“You don’t mean that.” He said, trying to be firm only to have his voice shake with every word. “(Y/N), you can’t doubt my love for one second. Please.”

His wife just breathed out, rubbing at her eyes.

“I need a break.” She finally said. “I need to leave for a few days. Please.”

Seokjin looked hurt, but he nodded nonetheless.

“Take as much time as you need. I’ll look after Si-woo. You just need to look after yourself.”

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Taehyung was fuming. Half an hour after the Kims had argued (Y/N) had packed a small bag and left to stay with “some family”, allowing her husband to give her a small peck on the cheek before she left.

It was torturous for Taehyung, thinking of how much time he would have to spend away from his (Y/N). Although he was glad that she was going to have a break, the entire situation could have been entirely avoided if she had never married Kim Seokjin. If only she could have married Taehyung instead, he would’ve made sure she would never had to lift a finger and her every wish would be his command. Instead he could only have an invisible presence in her life, whilst she was stuck with a deadbeat husband who seemingly left all of the parenting to her.

Taehyung felt sick to his stomach seeing as he watched Seokjin act on his words, taking the next few days off work to look after his son. It just wasn’t fair, how he could talk to the toddler and get a babbled response or how he could hold out his arms and Si-woo would stumble towards him. Seokjin didn’t deserve fatherhood, Taehyung concluded. (Y/N) deserved a loving husband and father to her child and no matter how many hours Taehyung spent over the three days watching the broken family whilst (Y/N) was gone, nothing could convince him that Seokjin was the right match.

Seokjin had had a call from (Y/N), telling him that she was going to return home in a few hours. The giddy smile on Seokjin’s face as he told Si-woo that Mommy would be home today and they were going to help make her a special meal was just disgusting to Taehyung. No way did this pathetic excuse for a husband deserve to have (Y/N) back.

Taehyung sat at the table plotting what he should do as he watched Seokjin cook a meal to welcome (Y/N) back, as his adorable son sat on the counter and watched. He didn’t want to do anything in front of Si-woo, that would be too cruel. But he had to stop Seokjin in some way, and all his plans ended in the same result - killing him.

He could pour bleach down his throat. Or he could spill some oil onto him and set him alight. Or he could strange him with one of the curtain cords. All valid solutions to the problem.

“Daddy just has to go pee. Are you happy sitting in your playpen for a few minutes, hmm?” Taehyung’s murderous lines of thought were broken by the sound of Seokjin’s cheerful voice cooing to his son.

Finally, an opportunity. He could end Seokjin’s life in the bathroom, and Si-woo would be none the wiser as to where ‘Daddy’ was.

He waited until the scoundrel had placed his son in the playpen and left the kitchen before approaching the magnetic knife rail and plucking a decently sized blade from it. Taehyung then trailed a few metres behind Seokjin as he made a beeline for the bathroom - he couldn’t get too close, no doubt Seokjin would be immediately alarmed and his plan for subtly would be ruined.

When he finally reached the bathroom he cursed when it was closed (although luckily enough not locked) - whilst he could easily float through the door, his knife would not be able to and thus to enact the plan he swung open the door.

Seokjin turned around, slightly concerned at how the door was open when he was so sure that he’d closed it. Disregarding it as a draft he zipped up his trousers and was just checking his hair in the mirror when suddenly there was a force gripping his throat. His eyes darted side to side trying to find some answer but all he found was air. He wasn’t left in the dark for long, however - Taehyung would love to make the scumbag suffer but he didn’t want to risk (Y/N) walking in on the unfinished scene.

Thus, in one swift move he slit Seokjin’s throat and pushed him towards the bathtub, his victim’s body hitting the rim of the tub with a satisfying ‘thunk’. (Y/N)’s pathetic excuse for a husband’s last moments were agonising, his eyes wide with shock and confusion as he choked on his own blood. But before Taehyung had fully gotten to enjoy the pain of his rival’s death, life had drained from Seokjin’s eyes and his body slumped over. Taehyung drifted over to place the bloody blade in the corpse’s right hand, and as a final touch he wiped up the drops of blood that had fallen onto the ground just a little too far away to be believable.

Content with what he’d done, Taehyung left to visit Si-woo. The toddler seemed happy enough playing with his toy alpaca to even notice his biological father’s disappearance. Rather, he was delighted when he felt an invisible presence pinching at his cheek, letting out a hearty giggle. Taehyung managed to keep him occupied for the next hour, until (Y/N) returned.

Taehyung's non-existent heart thumped at a thousand beats a second when he heard a car drawing up on the gravel drive, and the car door slamming home announced that she was finally back.

“I’m home!” She called out, the only response she got being some babbled nonsense from Si-woo. She walked into the living room to see her son, smiling at first but the smile dropping off her face when she couldn’t see anyone else.

“Hey precious!” She cooed, scooping the toddler into her arms. “Where’s daddy?”

She didn’t hear the normal witty response from Seokjin nearby, leading her to click her tongue in annoyance.

“Did daddy really leave you all alone? That’s a bit strange, isn’t it?”

“Not at all.” Taehyung quirked back, scowling at how she seemed to have completely forgotten how neglectful of a father Seokjin really was compared to himself.

Evidently having not heard Taehyung’s comment, (Y/N) started to search for Seokjin, finding his abandoned cooking (although thankfully the bastard had turned off the stove). Taehyung just trailed behind her as usual, holding his breath as if she would be able to hear him.

After calling out for her ‘husband’ a few more times, (Y/N) gave up.

“I guess he got called into work. So much for spending time with his family.”

She made her way up to the nursery, placing Si-woo back down on the floor.

“Mommy just had a long journey, so she’s going to go to the toilet and then she’ll get you some dinner, okay?” (Y/N) said softly to the child, as if she expected a response. Si-woo just looked up at her innocently, completely oblivious to all that was going on except his own hunger.

Taehyung realised, as (Y/N) was walking away, that she was headed in the direction of the bathroom Seokjin had used and she was about to find his body. Upon that thought he followed her, hoping to support her when she found the grisly scene.

However, the shrill scream he heard when he was mere metres away from the room told him he was too late.

(Y/N) fell to her knees, tears rolling down her cheeks as she surveyed the situation. She was frozen still, unable to stop screaming until her voice was hoarse. Taehyung took the initiative to kneel beside her and rub his hand on her back. (Y/N) didn’t even seem to notice, not flinching from the cold as she usually did. All she could do was bury her face in her hands and weep at the sight before her eyes. And as much as it hurt Taehyung to see his (Y/N) in pain, his heart was telling him he’d done the right thing.

Now, (Y/N) needed him. She couldn’t survive as a single mother, not when she was struggling already when Seokjin was alive. But Taehyung believed with all his heart that he was more than fit to take on Seokjin’s role, as a father, as a husband, as the only one in the world who could truly love her.

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Lucien and Elain relaxing & reading together on a rainy day please 😁

this is my first time writing elucien so i hope i did them justice!!

His Forever

WORD COUNT: 933

SYNOPSIS: Lucien isn't much of a reader, especially fantasy romance. Given the opportunity, he would much rather snuggle beneath the blanket with his girlfriend.

Lucien had never been much of a bookworm. Sure, he read non-fictions to do with work, and then there were the classic novels and poetry he had to read for school, but that was years ago. However, he now found himself two hundred pages deep in the first book of a fantasy series his girlfriend was obsessed with. Much like her beloved, Elain didn't read often either. But when Nesta gifted her a whole series for her birthday, she decided to put the dull winter months to better use than naps, online shopping and movie marathons. Lucien could join her hobby of reading more than he could assist in her flowering and gardening during the summer.

Now, the pair found themselves upon the couch in their apartment, cuddled in a blanket despite the roaring fire in the hearth, and bathing in the sound of crackling logs and rainfall as they read silently, content in each other's arms. Lucien was lent rather awkwardly with his back against the sofa's arm, legs stretched before him and head slightly resting on the back cushion. Meanwhile, Elain was in his lap, her back to his chest and her legs intertwined with his own beneath the blanket. One of his hands resting in her hair, fingers playing with the golden brown strands, his other was held to the side, glasses slipping down his nose as he tried to read in such an absurd position. Though, he would much rather Elain be comfortable, even if his arm was slowly dying from where it was propped in mid-air.

A gasp escaped her lips as she read, flipping the page almost aggressively to continue. Lucien could only chuckle, pressing a kiss to her hair and murmuring, "Good, love?"

"I can't wait for you to get to this part," she squealed, resting her book on her knees as she brought them up toward her chest, "Have you almost finished your chapter?"

He flipped through, finding there were only three pages left but that his eyes were begging for a break. "Yeah, I'm just gonna stop here," he sighed, bookmarking his page and resting his book on the floor beside the couch.

Slipping his glasses off and placing them atop the book, he wrapped both arms around Elain's waist, pulling her in closer against him. His lips pressed teasingly against her neck, making her squirm as he made his way down her throat and onto her shoulder. Keeping her hand propped against the spine of the book, she reached one hand up, cupping Lucien's jaw and giggling as his teeth nipped along her sensitive skin.

"Lu!" she cried, trying to escape his alluring grasp. Luckily, she managed to bookmark her page, dropping her knees and sending the novel flying as she turned onto her side, Lucien's hands disappearing up her sweater and tickling the wide planes of her back. Despite the laughter flowing from her lips, she brought her legs up, tackling her boyfriend as she landed upright in his lap, legs straddling and hands capturing his own.

"You are disturbing my reading time," she narrowed her eyes at him, even as he squeezed her palms and pressed kisses to her cheeks and nose where a constellation of freckles laid across the milky smoothness of her skin.

"You can read later," he insisted, brushing his lips against her and tugging playfully at the plumpness of her bottom one.

Her hands detached from his, only to hook around his neck as she rested his forehead against his own, "Nesta will kill me if I don't read these. And anyway, it just started getting really good."

"Plot twist?"

Her smirk was undeniable, "Plot twist."

He nodded, slightly more intrigued with a series that was far too romance-centric for his liking, but a plot twist was definitely his kind of trope. His hands were playing at Elain's behind, one cupping her arse cheek and the other massaging his thumb into the small of her back. He knew she was trying not to moan just by how her hazel eyes darkened, her teeth coming down to bite at her lip.

"Why don't we just relax and lay down for a little?" he whispered, lips brushing her temple as she tucked her head against his neck, hands kneading against his shirt.

"Lay?" she asked, lifting her head to show him her raised brows.

"Yes," he chuckled, giving her arse another squeeze and catching her off guard, a tiny squeak escaping her mouth as her face turned red, "I am a gentleman, after all."

"Pfft, you? A gentleman?" she chuckled, shifting onto her hip, "In your dreams."

Legs intertwining with his once more as she settled on her side, she rested her head against his chest as he slouched down flat. His arm came around to rest on her hip as her thigh hooked up around him. "Just for a little while," she pouted, returning to his initial question as her eyelashes fluttered, casting shadows against her cheekbones.

He pulled the blanket back up, tucking it in around their new position. The fire was slowly dying but the room was still wrapped in its flaming heat. The rain was pouring down harder than ever, and he swore he had just heard the rumble of thunder somewhere in the distance. The sweet scent of lavender and coconut was filling his nostrils as he inhaled against Elain's hair, a hand grazing up and down over her arm, currently covered by one of his sweater's. He could lay here forever with her, her body all the warmth and comfort he ever needed.

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