#no really its very fluffy

[heartorbit]

figure skating set right now please. thanks

[skitskatdacat63]

CAN WE PLEASE TALK ABOUT THIS OUTFIT AND HAIR COMBO!?!?

[sanjisboyfie]

day in the life as a strawhat pirate

-> very messy, very cute, very fluffy.

-> i don't think any pronouns are used except for "you" but i had a male reader in mind when i was writing it...SHOUTOUT

you wake up - luffy's foot is in your mouth, but also at the same time, his other foot is wrapped around your legs??? he stretched in his sleep and has trapped you in some very odd body trap...it takes you yelling at him to even wake him up.

sanji is the first to wake up, usually, and when you get to the kitchen the breakfast is waiting for you. now you have to sleepily fight for your share of the food because luffy is hangry (his default mood when he wakes up is hangry because he hasn't eaten yet...since he just woke up...) and then also there are 9 other hands that are fiending for all the dishes on the table.

after surviving a war in the dining room, you hope to take some time to relax. but that doesn't exist on the thousand sunny since chopper and usopp are quick to get into their shenanigans. they call you over, wanting to show you a creation that the sniper made, only for you to get a pie of whip cream to the face. they called you over so that they could prank you and now were rolling on the deck laughing about it.

instead of skewering them alive, you decide to take the peaceful route in going to the bathroom to wash your face off. oh, but franky is already in the bathroom taking his morning shower.

you get a face full of cyborg and a very girlish scream escapes his mouth when he realizes that you are standing at the entrance, watching him sing into the shower bottles - naked and all. he then screams out for how he can get no privacy, but you're just too determined to clean your face of the whip cream that you don't really pay him any mind.

when you get out of the bathroom, now having peace in mind, there is a rabid sanji and zoro fighting each other. they're at each other's throats for whatver reason and when they catch you walking down the hallway, they involve you in their fight...for whatever reason.

they're asking you to take a side, who was right in their idiotic fight, but they're both shouting so loud and at the same time you can't even process what either of them are saying. you can only blanky stare back at them as their huffing and puffying to regain their breaths from their nonstop yelling.

and then their expressions go back to being angry, but not at each other - at you, for seemingly being too neutral and not staking a claim to one of their sides. it's all just their adrenaline ramped up to a thousand (even though it's barely been an hour since they've woken up) and now they're trying to make your reaction the same.

you can only sigh, shoving your palms into their faces, and making them clear a path for you to leave the hallway. this makes their bickering turn back to each other instead, their shouts echoing all over the thousand sunny.

just when you finally think, maybe robin or jinbe could offer you comfort in peace, no! brook and nami are actually fighting about something on deck. as you listen in you hear about how brook is the one stealing their undergarments at night - that's enough for you to step in and deal with the perverted skeleton. a punch to his skull is enough to knock some sense into him (nami laid out a couple of her own on his head before you arrived)

nami thanks you in a sigh of exasperation. she offers you a slice of the tnagerine she had peeled, which she gingerly feeds you when you accept. and her face mimics that of an angel, eyes closed as she smiles kindly at you...before she barks at brook to make up for his odd, perverted actions by playing her her favorite song.

and even though you do enjoy brook's violin playing, that is just not your definition of peace right now. maybe any other day, but just not right now.

so you go below deck and finally find your favorite people: robin and jinbe. you practically collapse on jinbe, murmuring about how tired you were despite the day just starting, and robin laughs at your fatigue. she begins to read aloud for the three of you whilst jinbe's hand comfortingly goes up and down your back. she looks at your figure, observing your peaceful expression, before fluidly going back to reading aloud the history book she picked up.

jinbe is laid out against the cushioned seats so really, he's acting as a big bed for you and you definitely do not pass up the chance to catch a quick cat nap. and hopefully this time when you wake up, your captain's foot won't be in your mouth <3

(tags are platonic - its just to reach the audiences)

[cod-thoughts]

Kiss your husband goodnight

Word count: 5.7

Relationships: NikPrice, PriceNik, Ghost&Price, team as family

Tags: established relationship, marriage proposal, fluff

Price has had the week from hell—missions gone sideways, paperwork piling up, and no sleep to speak of. The team is at their wits' end trying to get him to rest, so they call in the one person they know he’ll listen to: Nikolai. What starts as an attempt to drag a sleep-deprived, stubborn Price to bed turns into something much bigger when Price, half-asleep and unfiltered, says something that changes everything. Nikolai isn’t about to let the moment slip by, and when the morning comes, they’ll both face the future with newfound certainty. Featuring: A very tired Captain Price, Nikolai at his most patient, Ghost quietly emotional but terrible at saying so and Soap and Gaz being concerned. Read under the cut or on AO3

John Price had survived countless harrowing missions, led his team through fire and hell, and stared death in the eye more times than he cared to count. But this week—this endless, relentless week—had stripped him down to his barest threads. It wasn’t just exhaustion; it was the weight of everything he carried, compounded by the frustrating, unforgiving grind of bureaucratic cleanup.

Two overlapping missions had run him ragged. The first—a covert extraction in hostile territory—had gone sideways the moment they hit the ground. Faulty intel left his team pinned down for hours, forced to fight tooth and nail for their lives. By the time they reached the extraction point, battered and bloody, Price had been awake for over thirty hours. There’d been no time to recover before the second mission, a high-profile joint op that demanded precision coordination. They’d pulled it off, but the delays, unexpected terrain challenges, and sheer physical toll had pushed them all to their limits.

Price took the brunt of it, as he always did. His team relied on him to lead, to make the hard calls, to bear the responsibility when things went wrong. And when they finally returned to base, bruised and weary, the mountain of paperwork that awaited him was almost enough to break his spirit.

He’d been at it for days, skipping meals, ignoring the ache in his back, and pretending he didn’t notice the concerned looks from Soap and Gaz. Even Ghost, usually reserved, had hovered more than usual, his sharp gaze following Price’s every move.

Now, Price sat hunched over his desk, the dim overhead light casting long shadows across the room. Reports and casualty lists were scattered in uneven piles, half of them smudged with his hurried writing. A cold cup of coffee sat forgotten to his left, the bitter scent mingling with the faint tang of gun oil still lingering on his skin. His pen scratched against the paper, but the words blurred, refusing to cooperate. His hand trembled faintly as he tried to steady it.

A knock at the door barely registered. It came again, louder this time.

“Captain?” Soap’s voice cut through the haze.

Price grunted, not looking up. “Busy.”

The door creaked open, and Soap stepped inside, his expression carefully neutral. “You’ve been at it all day, sir. Just thought—”

“I said I’m busy,” Price snapped, his voice sharper than intended. He didn’t have the energy to soften it.

Soap hesitated, glancing over his shoulder. “Ghost’s got somethin’ to say about that.”

Price sighed heavily as Ghost stepped into the room, his presence commanding without effort. The mask did little to hide the frustration in his eyes.

“John.” His voice was low, measured. “You need to stop.”

“Not now,” Price muttered, turning back to his papers. His pen froze mid-sentence, and he had to blink to remember where he’d left off.

“You look like you’re about to drop,” Ghost said bluntly. He crossed his arms, his posture rigid with concern. “You’ve been pushing yourself too hard.”

“There’s too much to do,” Price argued, though the conviction in his voice wavered. “Can’t afford to stop now.”

“You can’t afford not to,” Ghost countered. “You’re no good to anyone if you collapse.”

Price slumped back in his chair, his fingers rubbing at the bridge of his nose. For a moment, the weight of the week caught up with him, pressing against his chest like a vice. He hated this—hated being seen like this, hated the worry in their eyes.

“Look,” Soap said carefully, stepping closer. “We get it, alright? You’ve got a lot on your plate. But you’re not alone in this, sir. Let us help.”

Price shook his head, his exhaustion cutting through any attempt at politeness. “Just leave it. I’ve got this handled.”

Soap and Ghost exchanged a glance, their silent communication speaking volumes. Without another word, they stepped out into the hallway.

---

The plan was hatched quickly.

Soap leaned against the wall, his arms crossed as he watched Ghost pace. “He can’t keep going like this. He’s gonna work himself into the ground.”

“I don’t think we’ve got a choice,” Gaz added, his tone edged with frustration. “He’s not listening to a damn thing we say.”

Ghost stopped, his gaze lingering on Price’s closed door. His voice was quieter now, almost reluctant. “We call Nikolai.”

Soap raised an eyebrow. “Isn’t he on an op right now? You think he’ll drop everything to come all the way here?”

“You think he wouldn’t?” Ghost countered, his tone sharper than usual. “He’d move heaven and earth for Price.”

Gaz nodded slowly. “Fair point. You think it’ll work?”

“It has to,” Ghost said simply.

The three of them exchanged a glance, the weight of the decision settling over them. They all knew how Price would react when he found out—stubborn as ever, gruff and probably annoyed at the interference. But they also knew this wasn’t about what Price wanted. It was about what he needed.

“Right,” Soap said, pushing off the wall. “Who’s making the call?”

“I will,” Ghost said without hesitation. He reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone and scrolling through his contacts.

Gaz stepped forward, leaning against the table as Ghost raised the phone to his ear. “Think Price’ll forgive us for going behind his back?”

“Doesn’t matter,” Ghost said, his tone clipped. “Better to have him pissed off and alive.”

The phone rang twice before Nikolai answered, his voice warm and steady. “Simon? What is this about? I did not expect to hear from you yet.”

Ghost’s posture eased slightly at the familiar tone, but his words came out firm and measured. “It’s Price. He’s in a bad way.”

The warmth in Nikolai’s voice vanished, replaced by sharp concern. “What happened? Is he hurt?”

“Not physically,” Ghost reassured. “But he’s run himself into the ground. He hasn’t slept in days, hasn’t eaten properly. Keeps saying he’s fine, but he’s not. He’s working himself to death.”

A sharp intake of breath came through the line, followed by a moment of silence. When Nikolai spoke again, his voice was lower, edged with determination. “How long has this been going on?”

“Since we got back from the last mission,” Ghost said. “The bastard hasn’t stopped since we hit the tarmac. Paperwork, reports, mission briefs, meetings, you name it. We’ve tried reasoning with him, ordering him to rest, even taking things off his plate. Nothing’s worked.”

Soap leaned closer, his voice cutting in from the background. “We thought maybe you could talk some sense into him. He’ll listen to you.”

Another pause, then Nikolai’s voice softened. “You did the right thing calling me. I will be there tonight”

“You sure?” Ghost asked, his tone unreadable. “We’re asking a lot.”

“Of course,” Nikolai replied without hesitation. “It is John, there is no question.”

Gaz let out a quiet sigh of relief, stepping away to give Ghost space. Soap, however, lingered, his curiosity getting the better of him.

“You think you can get him to rest?” Soap asked, his tone equal parts hopeful and doubtful.

Nikolai chuckled softly, though there was a hint of tension beneath it. “I have my methods. And John knows better than to argue too much.”

Soap grinned faintly. “You say that, but it’s bad this time Nik.”

“I have my ways.”

Ghost shifted, his fingers tapping idly against his leg. “Nik, it’s bad, I’ve never seen him like this. He’s not just tired; he’s wearing himself down to nothing. We’re really worried about him.”

“I understand,” Nikolai said, his voice steady. “I will handle it, Simon. Just keep him where he is until I arrive.”

Ghost nodded, even though Nikolai couldn’t see him. “Don’t think he’s gonna move but we will. Thanks, Nik.”

“No need to thank me yet,” Nikolai said lightly. “Save that for when he has rested.”

The call ended with a faint click, and Ghost slipped the phone back into his pocket. For a moment, he stood silently, his gaze fixed on Price’s closed door.

Soap clapped him on the shoulder. “Well, here’s hoping Nik can work his magic.”

Gaz smiled faintly, though there was still a shadow of worry in his expression. “He’s our last resort.”

Ghost didn’t respond, but the set of his jaw and the sharp focus in his eyes said enough. If anyone could pull Price back from the brink, it was Nikolai.

---

Nikolai’s arrival was a quiet affair. He found Ghost waiting for him in the corridor, the tension in his posture betraying the worry he didn’t voice.

“Where is he?” Nikolai asked.

“Office,” Ghost replied. “Hasn’t moved all night.”

Nikolai nodded, his expression unreadable as he pushed open the door.

Price didn’t even look up. He was slumped over the desk, his head resting in one hand, his eyes barely open.

“John,” Nikolai said softly.

Price blinked, slow and dazed. “Nik?”

“Yes, my love,” Nikolai said, moving closer. “It is me.”

Price’s brow furrowed, confusion flickering across his face. “What’re you doin’ here?”

“Saving you from yourself,” Nikolai said gently. He crouched beside him, resting a hand on Price’s knee. “Come to bed, Mishka.”

Price’s response was a low grumble, something half-hearted about needing to finish. But his body betrayed him, leaning instinctively into Nikolai’s touch.

“You are done,” Nikolai said firmly. “Come.”

Soap leaned against the far wall, his arms crossed as he watched the scene unfold. Gaz stood beside him, half-hidden in the shadows, while Ghost loomed nearby, his posture stiff and tense. None of them had dared follow Nikolai into the office, but they didn’t need to. The door was ajar, and the low, muffled tones of the conversation carried easily through the quiet corridor.

When the door finally opened, Nikolai emerged, one arm steadying a very dazed John Price. The captain leaned heavily against him, his movements sluggish and uncoordinated. His usual commanding presence had dissolved into something unsettlingly fragile, and Ghost’s eyes narrowed beneath his mask.

Soap tilted his head, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Would you look at that. Never thought I’d see the Captain so... domesticated.”

“Shut it,” Ghost muttered, his voice lower than usual.

Soap blinked, his grin faltering slightly at the sharpness of Ghost’s tone, but he didn’t comment. Gaz glanced up, frowning slightly, but his attention quickly returned to Price.

As they drew closer, Price mumbled something under his breath, his voice too low to catch. Nikolai murmured a reply in return, his tone gentle but firm, and Price let out a huff that was almost a laugh.

“‘Spose you think you’re real clever,” Price mumbled, his words slurred and softened by exhaustion. He stumbled slightly, and Nikolai caught him with ease, his arm tightening around Price’s waist.

“Always,” Nikolai said simply, his smile faint but fond. “Keep moving, Mishka.”

Soap raised an eyebrow at the nickname, his grin returning. “Mishka, eh? Wonder what that means.”

Gaz elbowed him lightly. “Probably something you’re not meant to know.”

They were close enough now to hear Price more clearly, though his words were still slow and unfiltered. He blinked up at Nikolai, his head tilting slightly as though seeing him for the first time. “You’re a handsome bastard, y’know that?”

Soap nearly choked on his laughter. Gaz clamped a hand over his mouth to stifle a snort, while Ghost stood rigid, his gaze fixed on Price.

Nikolai didn’t so much as flinch. “Of course I know. Keep walking, John.”

Price stumbled again, and this time he let out a soft, breathy chuckle. “Don’t deserve you,” he muttered, his head lolling against Nikolai’s shoulder. “You’re too good to me.”

“You deserve more than you know,” Nikolai replied, his voice soft enough that only Price could hear.

Ghost’s hands tightened at his sides. He’d never seen Price like this—so unguarded, so utterly drained. The sight left an uncomfortable weight in his chest, one that wouldn’t lift even as Soap and Gaz exchanged amused glances.

“Never seen him like this,” Gaz murmured, his voice quiet. It was meant for Soap, but Ghost heard it clearly.

“Neither have I,” Ghost replied, his voice low, almost hesitant. He didn’t look at Gaz or Soap, his focus entirely on Price.

As they reached the door to Price’s quarters, Nikolai paused, glancing back over his shoulder. His eyes met Ghost’s for a moment, his expression unreadable, but there was something in his gaze—an unspoken understanding, maybe even a reassurance. He nodded once, barely perceptible, before turning his attention back to Price.

“You are alright,” Nikolai murmured, his voice meant for Price but loud enough for Ghost to catch. “Let me get you to bed.”

Price blinked slowly, his brow furrowing slightly as though sensing the tension in the room. His head lolled to the side, his tired gaze meeting Ghost’s. “Oi, Simon,” he muttered, his words sluggish but recognisable. “Don’t look so bloody grim. I’m fine. Nik’s got me.”

The words, though barely coherent, seemed to hit their mark. Ghost’s shoulders relaxed by a fraction, though the unease in his eyes didn’t fade completely.

“Get some rest, John,” Ghost said finally, his voice quieter now, almost gentle.

Price gave a small nod, his eyelids already drooping, and Nikolai guided him into the room without another word. The door clicked shut, leaving the team in the hallway.

Soap let out a low whistle, breaking the silence. “Well, that was bloody adorable.”

Gaz grinned faintly, though his gaze lingered on the door. “You reckon he’ll remember any of that tomorrow?”

“Not a chance,” Soap said with a laugh. Then he glanced at Ghost, his smile faltering slightly. “You alright?”

Ghost nodded stiffly, his eyes still on the door. “Yeah. He’ll be alright now.”

Soap gave him a curious look but didn’t press, instead clapping him on the shoulder. “Let’s hope Nik works his magic.”

As Soap and Gaz moved down the hallway, Ghost lingered for a moment longer, his thoughts still on the man he’d just seen. It wasn’t just the exhaustion or the uncharacteristic softness in Price’s voice that unsettled him—it was the fragility of it all, the reminder that even John Price wasn’t invincible.

With a quiet sigh, Ghost turned and followed the others, the weight in his chest easing slightly but not entirely gone.

Nikolai guided Price into the room, his arm still looped securely around the other man’s waist. The door clicked shut behind them, sealing them in a pocket of quiet, away from the amused murmurs and prying eyes of the team. Price mumbled something incoherent, his head lolling against Nikolai’s shoulder as they shuffled toward the bed.

“You are hopeless,” Nikolai murmured softly, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “I do not know how you have made it this far on your own.”

Price let out a low chuckle, his weight sagging further into Nikolai’s side. “Don’t need to do it on my own. Got you, haven’t I?”

The words were slurred, softened by exhaustion, but they carried a warmth that hit Nikolai square in the chest. He tightened his hold on Price, his steps steady as he manoeuvred them closer to the bed.

“Sit,” Nikolai instructed as they reached the edge. He eased Price down carefully, his hands firm but gentle as he guided him. “Let me get you comfortable.”

Price blinked at him, his expression bleary but faintly amused. “Comfortable, eh? That an excuse to get my clothes off, Nik?”

Nikolai huffed a quiet laugh, crouching to untie Price’s boots. “You are insufferable when you get like this.”

“Like what?” Price asked, his head tilting slightly as he tried to focus on Nikolai’s hands.

“Overtired and full of nonsense,” Nikolai replied, pulling one boot free with a practiced tug. “You are lucky I love you.”

Price hummed softly, a sound of sleepy satisfaction. “Love you too,” he muttered, his voice so quiet Nikolai almost missed it.

Nikolai paused for just a moment, not used to hearing it said in such a carefree way, his fingers tightening briefly on the laces of the second boot. Then he resumed his task, slipping the boot off and setting it aside before straightening. “Up,” he said gently, reaching for Price’s belt.

Price blinked slowly, his hands fumbling weakly to help. “What’re you doin’?”

“Getting you out of these uncomfortable clothes,” Nikolai replied, his tone patient but firm. “You can barely keep your eyes open. Let me take care of you.”

Price let his hands drop, his resistance melting away under Nikolai’s steady touch. As Nikolai worked the buckle loose, Price leaned forward slightly, his forehead brushing against Nikolai’s shoulder. “You really are too good to me,” he mumbled.

“You have mentioned this, yes,” Nikolai said with a soft smile, slipping the belt free and moving to unbutton Price’s shirt. He worked quickly but carefully, his fingers deft as they pushed the fabric off Price’s shoulders. “Arms up.”

Price obeyed without protest, his movements sluggish but cooperative. As the shirt fell away, Nikolai couldn’t help but notice the tension still lingering in his shoulders, the way his body seemed weighed down by more than just exhaustion.

“Lie back,” Nikolai murmured, his hands steady as he guided Price down onto the mattress. He adjusted the pillow beneath his head, smoothing the blanket over him with a practiced ease. “There. Better?”

Price let out a contented sigh, his eyes already drifting shut. “Much.”

For a moment, Nikolai thought he might finally succumb to sleep. But then Price’s eyes cracked open again, his gaze hazy but focused on Nikolai’s face. A lopsided smile tugged at his lips. “You know,” he said, his voice soft and slurred, “you’re the best husband ever.”

The words hung in the air, unassuming yet powerful, slipping from Price’s lips as though they’d always been true. Nikolai froze, his breath catching in his chest. He stared down at Price, his heart thundering as the weight of the statement settled over him.

Husband.

Price’s eyes fluttered closed again, his breathing evening out as he sank further into the bed. He didn’t seem to realise what he’d said—or maybe he did, in some half-conscious, sleep-addled way. Either way, the words hit Nikolai like a hammer, cracking something open inside him.

For a long moment, Nikolai didn’t move. His hand rested lightly on the blanket, his gaze fixed on Price’s face as a rush of emotions flooded through him. Love, joy, and something deeper—something unshakable and certain.

Finally, he reached out, brushing a hand through Price’s hair in a gentle, grounding gesture. “Sleep, Mishka,” he murmured, his voice quiet but steady. “I will be here.”

Price didn’t respond. His breathing had already deepened, the last vestiges of consciousness slipping away. Nikolai stayed beside him, his thoughts spinning with the possibilities that lay ahead. For the first time in years, the future felt close enough to touch.

---

Once Price had finally drifted off, his breathing deep and steady, Nikolai remained seated at the edge of the bed. The stillness of the room wrapped around him, broken only by the faint rustle of fabric as he shifted slightly, adjusting the blanket over Price’s chest. The sight of John—so utterly unguarded, his face softened in sleep—made something ache in Nikolai’s chest. He brushed his fingers gently over Price’s knuckles where they peeked out from under the blanket, a soft, grounding touch.

The quiet brought with it a wave of thoughts Nikolai hadn’t allowed himself to dwell on before now. He couldn’t leave—not yet. It didn’t feel right to walk away, not when John had finally surrendered, finally let someone take care of him. Nikolai leaned forward, his elbows braced on his knees, his hand still resting lightly on Price’s shoulder. The warmth beneath his fingers was steady, soothing, anchoring him even as his mind began to race.

Husband.

The word had tumbled out of John’s lips without hesitation, soft and slurred but unmistakably sincere. Nikolai closed his eyes, letting the sound of it echo in his mind.

Husband.

He hadn’t expected it—not here, not now, not like this. Price had never been one for grand declarations, especially when it came to emotions. Their relationship had always been built on quiet certainties, gestures that spoke louder than words: a hand on his back during a tense briefing, a rare smile shared over a late-night cup of tea, the way Price’s shoulders eased when Nikolai was near.

But this? This was something different. Something new. And yet, it wasn’t, not really. Nikolai had thought of Price as his partner in every sense of the word for years. The idea of marriage had crossed his mind more than once—first as a fleeting notion, later as a quiet hope that settled into his heart. He’d bought the ring on a whim, drawn to its understated elegance. It wasn’t flashy or overly ornate, but it felt right, much like their relationship: steady, solid, and unshakeably certain.

The ring had sat in his drawer ever since, waiting for a moment that never seemed to come. Nikolai had told himself he was waiting for the right time, but now he wondered if he’d just been waiting for reassurance—for some sign that John wanted the same thing.

And now, John had given it to him. Husband. The word felt like a promise, even if Price hadn’t meant to say it aloud.

Nikolai leaned back slightly, studying the man who had unknowingly turned his world upside down with a single sleepy murmur. Price looked so different like this—peaceful, vulnerable, the lines of exhaustion on his face softened by sleep. It wasn’t a sight Nikolai often got to see, and he felt a quiet pang of guilt for letting things get this far. Price was so used to carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders, so used to putting everyone else first, that he rarely let himself rest.

That ends now, Nikolai thought. He would make sure of it. For all the strength Price showed to the world, he deserved someone who would stand beside him, who would remind him that he didn’t have to carry everything alone.

The decision settled in Nikolai’s chest, warm and certain. He reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out the small velvet box that had been tucked away for so long, that he couldn’t bare to be parted from even after all these years. He turned it over in his hands, his thumb brushing lightly over the edge of the lid. The ring was still there, gleaming faintly in the dim light. It felt like it had been waiting for this moment, just as much as he had.

Tomorrow, Nikolai thought. No more waiting.

---

Price stirred slowly, dragged from the depths of sleep by the faint sound of birds outside the window and the warm press of a hand resting gently on his arm. His body ached with the dull, lingering heaviness that came from days of pushing too hard, his muscles protesting even the smallest movement. It took a moment for his surroundings to register—the familiar weight of his duvet, the clean scent of his bedlinen mingling faintly with something more distinctive: Nikolai’s cologne.

Nikolai's cologne?

His eyes opened sluggishly, the light filtering through the curtains making him squint. His head turned toward the figure sitting beside him, and for a moment, confusion flickered across his face. Nikolai was there, perched on the edge of the bed, his posture relaxed but his eyes watchful.

“What’re you doin’ here?” Price croaked, his voice rough with sleep and the strain of too many late nights.

Nikolai’s lips quirked into a small, knowing smile. “Good morning to you too, Mishka.”

Price groaned, dragging a hand over his face. “Morning,” he muttered, though the word came out more like a grumble. His brow furrowed as his mind tried to catch up. “What time is it?”

“Almost midday,” Nikolai replied, his tone steady but warm.

“Midday?” Price blinked, his mind slowly piecing together the words. “Bloody hell…”

“You needed it,” Nikolai said simply, his hand still resting lightly on Price’s arm. “I was not about to let you keep going like you were.”

Price let out a huff of laughter, though it lacked his usual sharpness. “Still doesn’t explain what you’re doing here.”

Nikolai’s expression softened, though there was a glint of amusement in his eyes. “You really do not remember, do you?”

Price frowned, his hand falling to his side as he tried to think. “Not a damn thing.”

For a moment, Nikolai was quiet, his fingers brushing absently over the blanket covering Price. Then he let out a soft breath, his tone careful but unwavering. “Simon called me. He were worried about you, they all were—and rightly so. You have not been taking care of yourself.”

Price’s frown deepened, his gaze dropping to the blanket as fragments of memory surfaced—muffled voices, Nikolai’s steady presence, the feel of being led down the hallway. “They shouldn’t have done that,” he muttered, though his words lacked conviction. “I had it under control.”

“Did you?” Nikolai asked gently, tilting his head. The question wasn’t sharp or accusatory, but it cut through Price’s weak protest all the same.

Price sighed, his shoulders slumping as the fight left him. “Guess not,” he admitted quietly.

“Guess not,” Nikolai echoed with a faint smile. He reached up, brushing a stray strand of hair from Price’s forehead. The gesture was tender, grounding, and Price leaned into it instinctively.

“So you dragged me to bed?” Price asked after a moment, his voice rougher now, tinged with self-consciousness as he sat up on bed, the blanket pooling at his waist.

“I did,” Nikolai said, his smile widening slightly upon seeing a sleep-ruffled Price. “And you did not make it easy.”

Price huffed, though the sound was more embarrassed than annoyed. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Nikolai hesitated for only a moment before his hand drifted toward his pocket. His movements were deliberate, unhurried, as though he were weighing every motion. “It means,” he said softly, “you said something last night. Something I cannot stop thinking about.”

Price’s brow furrowed again, his confusion clear as Nikolai withdrew the small velvet box. The air seemed to still as Nikolai opened it, revealing the ring inside. The sunlight streaming through the window caught the faint gleam of the metal, and Price’s breath hitched.

“Nik…” he began, but the words faltered on his lips.

“You called me your husband,” Nikolai said, his voice steady despite the emotion that thickened the air between them. “You were half-asleep, but you said it like it was the most natural thing in the world.”

Price stared at him, his eyes flicking between the ring and Nikolai’s face. He looked as though he were trying to piece together a puzzle, his expression caught somewhere between disbelief and something deeper.

“You called me your husband,” Nikolai repeated, his voice quieter now. “And I cannot pretend it meant nothing to hear it.”

For a moment, Price didn’t speak. Then, slowly, he raised a hand to his face, scrubbing at his eyes. “Bloody hell,” he muttered, his voice thick. “I… I said that?”

“You did,” Nikolai said, his lips curving into a faint smile. “And I would like to make it true.”

The words hung in the air, soft but unyielding. Nikolai held the ring out between them, his gaze steady. “John Price,” he said, his voice filled with quiet certainty, “will you marry me?”

Price froze. His breath caught in his chest, and for a long moment, he simply stared, his mind racing. Tears welled in his eyes before he could stop them, spilling over as he let out a shaky breath.

“Nik,” he choked out, his voice trembling. “I…”

Nikolai reached for him, his hand brushing against Price’s arm in a grounding gesture. “If this is not what you want—”

“Yes,” Price interrupted, his voice breaking. He lowered his hand, his tears falling freely now, but his smile was radiant. “Yes, Nik. Of course, yes.”

Relief washed over Nikolai in a wave, his shoulders sagging as he let out a quiet laugh. He slid the ring onto Price’s finger with practiced care, his hands steady despite the overwhelming rush of emotion. Price stared at the ring for a long moment, his lips pressing together as fresh tears welled in his eyes.

“You’re sure about this?” Price asked finally, his voice raw. “You really want to marry an old bastard like me?”

Nikolai let out a soft laugh, leaning forward to press a kiss to the side of Price’s head. “I have never been more sure of anything in my life.”

Price let out a sound that was half-laugh, half-sob, pulling Nikolai into a tight embrace. They stayed like that for what felt like hours, the world outside fading into nothing as they held each other. For the first time in days, Price felt something ease—a weight lifting from his chest, replaced by something warm and unshakable.

They stayed like that for a while, the quiet settling over them like a warm blanket. Price’s breathing slowed, steady and calm, his fingers brushing lightly over the edge of the blanket as though grounding himself. Nikolai stayed close, his arms wrapped securely around Price, letting the moment stretch. There was no need for words—not now. The tension that had haunted Price for days seemed to have melted away, leaving only the quiet certainty of the present.

A knock at the door broke the stillness, soft but insistent.

“Captain?” Soap’s voice carried through, its usual lightness subdued but still familiar. “We’ve got some food for you. Can we come in?”

Price shifted slightly, his hands dropping to his lap as he sat up. His head tilted toward the door, and he wiped at his face with one hand, a small, sheepish smile tugging at his lips. “Give us a minute,” he called, his voice hoarse but steady.

Nikolai leaned back, studying him for a moment before brushing a hand lightly over his arm. “Are you ready?”

Price nodded, his eyes still shining faintly with emotion but his expression calm. “Yeah,” he murmured. “Let’s not keep them waiting.”

Nikolai stood first, offering Price a steadying hand as he got to his feet. Price accepted it without hesitation, his fingers tightening briefly around Nikolai’s before letting go. Together, they turned toward the door, and Nikolai gave a small nod.

“Come in,” he said, his voice carrying the warmth of someone who knew exactly what waited on the other side.

The door opened cautiously, Soap stepping in first with Gaz close behind. Both of them carried trays, the smell of hot food wafting into the room, but their eyes were immediately drawn to Price. He stood by the bed, his posture relaxed but his eyes still slightly red-rimmed. Nikolai stood close beside him, his arm resting lightly at Price’s back in a gesture so natural it barely registered.

“What’s happened?” Ghost’s voice came from behind the others, softer than usual but edged with concern as he stepped into view. His gaze flicked over Price, his posture tensing as he took in the faint tear tracks still visible on his captain’s face.

Soap froze, his tray wobbling slightly as he glanced at Nikolai. “We’re not interruptin’, are we?”

“Not at all,” Nikolai replied smoothly, his hand giving a subtle, reassuring press to Price’s back.

Price lifted his hand then, the small silver ring catching the light. The gesture was simple but carried the weight of everything they hadn’t said yet.

Nikolai smiled softly, his voice steady as he added, “I finally proposed.”

The room went silent, the words hanging in the air like a sudden drop of weight. Soap’s tray dipped precariously before he caught himself, his mouth falling open slightly.

“Proposed?” Gaz repeated, his voice rising with a mix of surprise and joy. His grin spread slowly, lighting up his face. “Bloody hell, about time!”

Soap recovered quickly, setting the tray down on the nearest surface with a loud clatter. “Aye, no kidding!” he crowed, clapping his hands together. “Congratulations, Cap. And you, Nik! This is brilliant!”

Ghost didn’t say anything right away. He stepped closer, his movements deliberate as he reached out, his hand settling heavily on Price’s shoulder. His grip was firm, steady, and when Price met his gaze, something unspoken passed between them.

“Congratulations, John,” Ghost said finally, his voice softer than usual. “You deserve this.”

Price smiled, his hand reaching up to clasp Ghost’s shoulder briefly before pulling him into a hug. It was solid, grounding, a rare gesture that carried all the weight of their shared history. Ghost stiffened for a moment, then relaxed, his hand clapping against Price’s back.

“Proud of you,” Ghost murmured, his voice low but warm. “But if he hurts you I’ll gut him like a fish, yeah?”

“Thank you, Simon,” Price replied with a laugh, but full of emotion as he pulled back.

Soap let out a cheer, breaking the moment as he strode over to Nikolai. Without hesitation, he threw an arm around Nikolai in a one-sided hug, grinning like he’d just won a bet. “You’ve got my blessing, mate—not that you needed it.”

Gaz was next, his hug more measured but no less genuine. “Couldn’t be happier for you two,” he said with a smile. “Seriously.”

Even Ghost’s expression softened as he glanced at Nikolai. Though he didn’t hug him, he gave a faint nod of approval, the weight of it clear.

The room filled with laughter and congratulations as the initial shock wore off. Soap clapped Nikolai on the back one more time before turning his attention to the food, while Gaz hovered close, still grinning. Price stood steady in the centre of it all, Nikolai at his side, their connection unspoken but unbreakable.

“You lot brought food, didn’t you?” Price asked after a moment, his tone teasing but warm.

Soap gestured toward the trays. “Aye, that we did. Figured you’d be starvin’ after sleepin’ the day away.”

“Not quite the whole day,” Price muttered, though his lips quirked into a small smile.

As the team settled in, their laughter and easy banter filling the space, Price glanced toward Nikolai. The smile they shared was quiet, private, but it spoke volumes.

For the first time in a long time, Price allowed himself to believe in the promise of the future—and the certainty that Nikolai would be by his side through it all.

[puppyeared]

do you have a favourite dog breed? :з

deez guys

[tequiilasunriise]

“In another life, I loved you right.”

“In another life, you loved me at all.”

Tag your ship(s).

[manglam-marfach]

dyke!Chilaios has me understanding breeding kink all of a sudden

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

have i mentioned how great cats are. there's a lil guy in my house and when i lay my head on her side she starts purring so hard <3 and ten seconds later she will try to open my wrist with her teeth <3 truly the best <3

[soupinaboot]

Steve got the Cat Valentine treatment from the fandom. 😐

[yoihino]

Inspired by @noodles-and-tea Gravity Falls x Phineas & Ferb crossover, an extremely cursed AU where Bill goes to Dr. Doofenshmirtz for the portal instead of Ford. (More under the cut because this got long).

This involves Stanley and Ford having more or less made up somewhere in the last 30 years after the reunion which didn't end in their separation (because there was no portal) and Phineas and Ferb and possibily the whole gang going for a week stay at Gravity Falls while the Pine twins are also there (going through the show, except the author is there and both grunkles are more willing to help them learn about the supernatural).

I don't know how Phineas and Ferb would get in contact with Bill. Presumably he isn't confined because he never contacted Ford, so maybe he would just visit them in a dream (most likely Phineas, because Ferb is much less impulsive and so probably wouldn't initiate the building of a portal incited by a possibly imaginary possibly malignant entity). The other possibility is to make this a fusion with the Phineas and Ferb: Across the second dimension, except in Gravity Falls because Dr. Doofenshmirtz concludes the only place with enough weirdness/magic to fuel the portal is there. This would then mean that Bill conctacts Dr. Doofenshmirtz, incites him to build a portal making him believe it would accomplish what it does in the movie, and instead when fixed by the brother's creates the rift. This then could lead to all kind of fun things such as extra bonding time between the brothers and the twins, perfect for angst for when Bill inevitably tricks someone into giving him the rift.

Other fun ideas I had while writing this:

Perry and Waddles befriend each other. This involves both pet shenanigans with the twins and the brothers and Waddles following Perry and finding out about his secret agent job, most likely joining in. I think it would be very funny if Mabel saw them but just went along with it as a game. Otherwise you could follow the Phineas & Ferb movie plotline and make it really angsty for everyone, your choice

Perry is here on a mision to stop Dr. Doofenshmirtz from building the portal, and is probably why the brothers got to go on a vacation to gravity Falls in the first place. Bill obviously is just using Dr. Doofenshmirtz, so when this is revealed Doofenshmirtz will align with our heros, if only to spite the evil triangle. Also the portal is now called portalinator and it still has a big red button to stop it but it also blows up and dissapears as is normal in the Phineas & Ferb world

Stan and Ford befriending Phineas and Ferbs mom and dad (I don't remember their names :( ). I think Stan would appreciate the mom's no nonsense but still willing to have fun attitude, and Ford would like the dad's more reserved but still nerdy disposition.

Mable and Ferb sharing dating advice. That's it

In addition to the brother's parent never finding out about their inventions, they also now can never seem to see anything of the supernatural stuff going on. Candace would think she has gone crazy if it weren't for Soos and Wendy

Weirdmaggedon is more or less the same but we get to see Candace taking on the responsability to help/save her brother's and their friends (the movie's character arc, basically), the parents possibily mantaining their chill attitude while going full on apocalypse survivalist mode, and the final battle mecha being even better because now they have the brothers and Doofenshmirtz also working on it.

Possibly mixing and doing something with the fact that both the Phineas & Ferb movie and the Gravity Falls finale have an 'erasing the memories of a loved one' plotline

After the finale they stay friends through the year through letters and make plans to meet up again next summer

[mishy-mashy]

Bruce, you're hot, but you do get some bad angles hun

Below just reminds me of that Fraudrin guy from Seven Deadly Sins

THIS IS ACTUALLY PRETTY CUTE THO

HE LOOKS SO CONFUSED. LIKE HIS ONLY THOUGHT IS "I can have toast for breakfast" OR ABOUT BANANAS OR SOMETHIN.

(Bruce AFO is right behind you-)

[loveletterworm]

yesterday i met the foster kittens my mom is taking care of and one of them is literally the teeniest tiniest fluffiest kitten in the world its so crazy.

She must only be 3 sauces long...

[unriding]

hi hi evie !!! i hope youre doing swell today !!! remember to take breaks from your booth !! heres a refresher 🤲

hey … nick? hi nick! hope you’re doing great!! im picking myself off the floor right now JSNDNKC so actually this is my 5th attempt at typing a proper response (in total i have probably written about a full scientific report’s amount of info about this and decided it still did not do your ask any justice..)

gif A is me clutching onto this ask sobbing, gif B is me still clutching onto his ask sobbing, gif C is me after my tears flood my house (the ask is safe inside my pocket of course…)

[ancient-romes]

ooh who’s the new icon? they look so cute

Cog from a comic called daybreak!!

as you can tell I'm extremely normal about him

[kunikidas-lost-glasses]

Headcanons and short drabbles for my BSD Fix-it AU

!Contains Spoilers for the whole DoA arc!

TWs: Mentions of OCD, mentions of panic attacks, mentions of crying, mentions of slight gun violence, mentions of screaming, mentions of heavy injuries, mentions of medical related stuff (p.ex.infirmaries), mentions of chronic pain 

All characters might be ooc.

Pairings: Shin Soukoku, Bramcraft, at first Ranpoe and implied developing Mushiranpoe,later mentioned Mushiranpoe, Chuusigzai, lightly implied past!Fyozai (it’s up to interpretation if romantically or platonically but it’s written more in a platonic way), implied Tachihigugin, Fyolai, engaged!Suegiku, Montcott

The ADA managed to defeat Fukuchi and obtained the page

Fyodor and Nikolai got away though.

The moment Sigma wanted to shoot Fyodor, Nikolai appeared next to Fyodor through one of his overcoat portals and pulled the other with him through it. 

It did send Sigma into a panic attack and Dazai too got nervous because of this but as soon as the ADA managed to obtain the page, he got a lot calmer and told Atsushi to write that Fyodor loses his ability on the page, knowing that it not only would send the russian into several existence crises but also knowing that the chance that he would try to erase all ability users would become much lower then. 

Dazai knew Fyodor for years and he knew how much his ability tortured him since his early childhood. He knew that Punishment plagued him and took over a lot. 

Fyodor’s ability was strong and was just as intelligent as the one who wielded it so that his ability slowly but surely started to affect his mind a lot wasn’t unexpected. 

When Dazai touched Fyodor for the first time years ago, the other basically melted into his touch after Dazai touched him despite his threats that he would kill the other if he would dare to touch him. 

The heavy weight of Punishment, the sharp and piercing feeling of the powerful ability raging inside of him whenever he felt threatened as well as its influence on his mind faded to nothing for the first time in his life.

When they met again, Dazai was almost sure that Punishment affected the other’s mind completely since he had gotten more cruel and heartless but also because he worked so tirelessly on his goal to erase all ability users so now he was almost completely sure that erasing only Fyodor’s ability would stop the other.

He was right. Upon feeling his ability fading away until it was completely gone, Fyodor went, just like Dazai expected, through a whole existence crises

With his ability fading, Fyodor also slowly gained full consciousness over his mind again and fully realized what had happened, even though he couldn’t remember events where Punishment had taken over his consciousness nearly completely.

After everything, the russian spent weeks in his bed, not only recovering from his physical injuries he had from their prison escape game but also because his mind struggled to process the fact that Punishment was gone and that he was only Fyodor now. No Crime. No Punishment. No vessel for Punishment. Just Fyodor. 

He also had to process the fact that he gained full consciousness again and had to deal with all the guilt because of what happened which was eating him up alive for quite some time.

The one who took care of him the whole time was no other than Nikolai. 

Nikolai who had put his clown attire away by now. Nikolai, who violently shook Fyodor after saving him, screaming at him for not getting out of his mind and for stopping him from being free, screaming that he hated him so much. Nikolai who had held a gun to Fyodor’s head, hand shaking before dropping the gun, letting his friend go and kneeling in front of him, sobbing. Nikolai who slowly learned to accept that he loved Fyodor and who slowly tried to believe that he could be free together with Fyodor.

He knew that Fyodor returned his feelings but he also knew that Fyodor waited until Nikolai had everything sorted out.

And Fyodor did wait. He waited patiently and eventually, when Nikolai was ready and both got more stable as well as used to their new quiet life, living undercover and when Fyodor was physically fully and mentally partly recovered, they got together in one cold winter night.

Their relationship was beautiful actually and it was based on mutual deep understanding and a bond which already started to form when they both met while living on the streets in the Ukraine as young teens.

Dazai was still secretly searching for the whereabouts of Fyodor and Nikolai for nearly two years, despite knowing that it was nearly impossible to find the russian if he didn’t wanted to be found, scared that his plan didn’t carry out exactly as he hoped that it would but after nearly four years passed, he was almost completely sure that the rat and his clown wouldn’t try to start a war again. 

Sigma and Bram joined the ADA

Sigma’s entrance actually started with the elevator crashing down and he passed it by staying on Dazai’s and the ADA’s side, nearly managing to shoot Fyodor, instead of running away or going back to the Decay of Angels. 

Bram on the other hand, kind of had to stay with the ADA but he actually didn’t  mind.

Aya begged the agency not to kill Bram and eventually they gave in and gave Bram an entrance exam for multiple reasons, one of them being that he can’t be on his own, slashed in half like this but also that if they would pull out the sword, he would have no control over his ability, just like he told Aya so they somehow needed to keep his ability at bay.

After Bram passed the entrance exam and managed to prove his good motives, which wasn’t that hard for him since he never wanted to cause a vampire outbreak to happen and got forced into biting people/since he joined the DoA against his own will,  Dazai touched the sword, nullifying it, so that they could pull out the sword without hurting Bram any further. 

With the sword out of him, he was able to regenerate his body in a matter of a few days.

At first he even refused to Dazai touching it, scared that his ability might lash out completely like he had told Aya but Fukuzawa’s ability kept his vampirism at bay and allowed him to control it much better

By now he has a full body again and can make his own decisions again without being bound to anyone but he still has to use a cane since after not walking/not even having a full body for literal centuries he still struggles with walking and kind of has to relearn it.

He also has to relearn how to use his hands for the exact same reasons. 

However, he can also transform into a large bat again so he usually chills, hanging upside down from the ceiling or hanging upside down on the side of Sigma’s desk, sleeping in his bat form. (Sigma put a little metal bar on the side of his desk specifically for Bram.)

Sigma and Bram kind of get along pretty well. They already got along back when they were both in the DoA but could barely talk/get to know each other since they barely saw each other outside of the meetings of the organization. 

Besides this, Sigma was nearly always busy in his casino and Bram was very well hidden and most of the time guarded by Fukuchi in some way. 

Fukuchi got defeated completely.

The Hunting Dogs had to go under police investigation but after they were proven to be innocent and to be not involved with the DoA, they got a new leader. They couldn’t split the Hunting Dogs up since they would die without the operations.

Jounou and Tecchou got engaged a few months after the war against the DoA.

Atsushi brought Bram and Aya to Dazai where he could touch the vampire, nullifying his ability and turning the people who had been turned into vampires back into humans. 

Yosano saved multiple lives that day since the injuries which some people had before they got turned into a vampire returned shortly after they were fully human again. 

Upon seeing Akutagawa again, alive, healthy and fully human again, Atsushi thought he wouldn’t believe his eyes at first but only a couple of seconds later after standing there like frozen, staring at the other, Atsushi dashed forwards, tackle-hugging Akutagawa with such a strength and with such a speed that he knocked both of them over so that they both fell on the floor. 

Atsushi hugged Akutagaw so tightly that the other heard he would hear his ribs crack before Atsushi sat up a bit, yelling at Akutagawa for being so stupid for sacrificing himself for Atsushi and asking if if he could imagine how it felt to fight against him as a mindless vampire.

He really tried not to cry but he failed. Miserably.

When he tackle-hugged Akutagawa for the first time, tears where already in the corner of his eyes and upon feeling the other again, hearing him breathe and smelling the familiar faint smell of tea like which the other nearly always smelled, he couldn’t stop the tears from falling and it got worse when he was yelling at Akutagawa but that didn’t stop him from doing so.

Akutagawa just listened to him quietly (it drove Atsushi a bit crazy to be completely honest)

Eventually Atsushi actually talked himself that much in rage, that he ended up confessing accidentally to Akutagawa which caused him to shut up immediately staring shocked at Akutagawa who looked at him with wide eyes too, before hectically trying to scramble away and get up to give Akutagawa space since he was nearly completely sure that the other was disgusted now but Akutagawa actually grabbed him before he could get up fully and pulled him back so that he lied on top of him again before hugging him, telling him that he felt the same causing Atsushi to start to sob all over again. 

Akutagawa lied there with a faint smile, slowly rubbing the bag of the other and he would never admit it but he too, had watery eyes

Normally he would have never reacted like this or would have shown such a soft side of him but after what happened, even he couldn’t stay as cold as usual

Soukoku watched them with little smiles on their faces, how they continued to lie on the floor curled up together in a tight hug, talking quietly about everything.

Fyodor’s downfall actually started with underestimating Soukoku’s bond and with sending Chuuya to Dazai in order to kill the latter without realizing that Chuuya was already long out of his vampire state. 

Chuuya was the one who carried Dazai out of the hallway to a safe place, who did first aid on Dazai who was heavily injured from the elevator crash and who guarded him until everything was over.

Dazai managed to snap Chuuya out of the vampire state by nearly making him and Fyodor drown (it was actually part of a big plan c of Dazai which was the plan he would have to use in the worst case. That Chuuya got turned into a vampire wasn’t his first plan but it was included in one of his “worst case” plans.)

Chuuya punched him hard later for nearly drowning him and saying such things before he “drowned” but upon noticing that Dazai was sticking extremely close to him and refused to leave his side the whole time and also upon seeing that he was truly shaken up too (no matter how hard he tried to mask it), he just sighed and hugged his partner. 

They stayed like that, quietly hugging each other and Dazai basically clinging to Chuuya, holding onto him and hugging him so tightly that Chuuya struggled to breathe for a moment and he buried his face in the redheads crook of the neck for a long time

Later, they would never talk about the fact that Dazai was shaking like crazy during the first time of their embrace but when Chuuya realized it he just slowly started to rub the younger's back and buried his face in the others brown messy locks. They didn’t need any words at that moment.

Dazai became even clingier to Chuuya than he was before.

Ranpo and Yosano would stick close together and also stick close to Fukuzawa for the next months, not wanting to get separated for longer than a day.

Yosano would never forget the sight of seeing Fukuzawa and Ranpo lying unconsciously on the ground, bleeding out from stab wounds. 

She stayed at their side until they woke up again after she had healed them.

After they woke up again, she tried to appear put together and greeted them with a relieved smile which quickly turned into a wobbly smile after she heard Ranpo complaining about his head hurting and about starting to complain about the fact that they didn’t listen to him in the first place. 

He quickly stopped complaining after he noticed that Yosano had gone quiet and after Fukuzawa noticed her teary eyes, he asked her to come to him. Of course she did so and he pulled her into a tight hug. 

It was the first time in years that Yosano cried. 

Ranpo started to complain about getting left out so Yosano huffed out a laugh and pulled him into a bone crushing hug too.

While Fukuzawa and Ranpo were allowed to leave her infirmary the same day, the people who had been turned into vampires had to stay for a bit longer. Some of them only woke up days later.

The reason why they had to stay a bit longer was because despite Yosano successfully healing them and despite vampirism getting nullified, they felt worn out and exhausted and seemed to recover much slower. Even after a month the most still had to take things slow since their bodies quickly started to feel worn out and they often felt exhausted from doing the smallest things. After some months went by, the symptoms got lesser and lesser though. 

Yosano had asked Bram if they could turn into vampires again but Bram told her that this was impossible.

As soon as Yosano allowed people to visit people in the infirmary again, Poe and Mushitarou were next to Ranpo’s bed.

Poe basically refused to leave Ranpo’s side and held his hand tightly. 

Mushitarou stood next to Poe with a little smile on his face. 

Mushitarou had started to slowly get along a bit more with the detective but they couldn’t really hang out since Ranpo had been in fighting against the DoA with the others while Poe acted as a supporter from the back rows. 

However, he got a lot closer with the writer, after all, he lived with him. 

As soon as they’ve gotten the information that Ranpo had gotten injured by Fukuchi and was now being healed by Yosano, Poe nearly fell into a panic hole and it was Mushitarou who carefully took the phone out of Poe’s hand, saying that they would come over in a minute, before he hung up and started to calm the writer down who already struggled to breathe evenly and had shaking hands. 

He wasn’t as good at it as Ranpo was but surprisingly he was able to calm the other down in no time.

Now, standing next to Poe, next to Ranpo’s bed, he did felt strangely relieved that the detective was fine and seeing Poe babbling about how scared he was as well as scolding Ranpo for being so reckless while Ranpo patted the others head and squeezed his hand, telling him to calm down, his heart felt weirdly warm upon seeing them like that.

The ADA actually threw a huge celebration party over two whole days to celebrate their victory over Fukuchi and the DoA. It was an even greater celebration than when they won against the guild

When Lucy finally saw her girlfriend Louisa at that party again, she basically dropped everything she was holding and ran to her, pulling her in a bone crushing hug.

Louisa was a bit startled at first but then giggled and hugged Lucy back, burying her face in the crook of the other woman's neck.

Lucy would never admit it but she did in fact cry a little bit upon finally being able to hold Louisa again and upon seeing that she was healthy and alive. 

The two would stick close together for the rest of the evening. 

Lucy also proceeded to kiss Louisa’s scar which she had from Nathaniel’s attack, telling her that she still looked beautiful with it.

Bram was able to reunite with Lovecraft. 

The two of them had been in a relationship back in the medieval era but after Bram got sliced in half and got taken away like a trophy, Lovecraft had been unable to find him again for centuries and when he found him again, he had already been in the hands of Fukuchi. 

All that Lovecraft wanted, was to free Bram from Fukuchi but he knew that Fukuchi would use Bram against Lovecraft, hurting Bram even more in the process and the last thing Lovecraft wanted, was to make Bram suffer even more than he already had to so he couldn’t do anything beside staying close to the vampire and following them wherever Fukuchi took him. 

The time where Bram had been on the ship had been hell for Lovecraft. He stayed underwater, underneath the ship where he was forced to listen to how Fukuchi treated Bram, how Bram tried to refuse biting people and how tired, hollow and exhausted the voice of his partner sounded. 

Lovecraft wanted to sink the ship oh 8so bad, dragging Fukuchi down with it and killing him underwater and taking Bram with him, since Fukuchi was defenseless against him there. The world underwater was Lovecraft’s world, his element and a mere human was defenseless against him there but he knew that there was a risk that Bram got injured if he really did so and he didn’t wanted to risk that so he was forced to stay underneath the ship, hoping that one day he was able to get Bram back. 

When Bram saw Lovecraft again, he froze and stared at the black haired man with wide eyes. 

He was sure that he would never see Lovecraft again, that he had lost him forever. 

Bram had never stopped thinking and dreaming about the other but he didn’t even dare to hope that he would see him again. 

Lovecraft didn’t look any different than he remembered him. He wore different and more modern clothes and he looked more tired and worn out than before but beside that he still looked exactly how he remembered it.

It didn’t took long until Lovecraft noticed that someone stared at him and when he spotted Bram, he too froze for a moment.

He only managed to say the other’s name before ran towards him, using a bit of his vampire abilities to move faster. However, he tripped shortly before he reached Lovecraft due to his legs giving out but Lovecraft quickly catched him and hugged him.

He held him so carefully as if he would hurt him if he hugged him any tighter.

He had always been careful with Bram since the vampire always nearly felt as fragile as a human in Lovecraft’s arms, despite being an immortal being and since Lovecraft was well aware of his strength he was always careful when touching Bram but now he seemed to touch him even more careful than before. 

Bram however, hugged him as tight as he could, burning his face in the other’s shirt and closing his eyes. 

Nobody saw the tears which escaped his eyes. Only Lovecraft could feel them and only he felt that Bram was shaking slightly. 

Lovecraft on the other hand, was still trying to process that he finally was able to hold Bram again and that Bram was okay. 

After a couple of moments he buried his face in the others long gray hair and closed his eyes as well. They didn’t need any words. It has always been like this. 

They stood like this, hugging each other for a long time and even afterwards, they would stick together. 

Lovecraft would always visit Bram whenever he could and they also started to meet up at night again. Usually Bram would fly down to the harbor where he met Lovecraft. Then they would talk for hours again, like they did back when they first met. They would talk and sleep, holding each other. They would dance and sometimes they would just sit somewhere, watching the night sky and remiscene about the old times. 

Bram often thinks about his kins and his family. After all, he is the only vampire who survived and who is now walking freely around on earth again. He misses them greatly and often he blames himself for not being able to defend them. 

Lovecraft is always there for him when the thoughts get too dark.

Sigma is allowed to carry a gun with him constantly.

He is also practicing to use his ability more precisely and is training to use his ability in order to overwhelm enemies through flooding their mind with so much information that they pass out.

He often gets paired with Atsushi when they go on missions.

They both spend a lot of time together and they became best friends. 

 When Atsushi saw that Sigma was alive, he nearly cried. The “death” of Sigma would leave his mind and he mourned about the death of the other, despite not really knowing him so when he saw him again, he couldn’t believe his eyes before he ran over to him, telling him how relieved he was to see him alive and well. 

Sigma was completely caught off guard at first. Nobody ever was so glad about seeing that he was fine. In all his years with the DoA he was merely a replaceable tool and this boy was nearly crying out of relief and happiness upon seeing him again despite not really knowing anything about him.

It made Sigma feel warm inside and his heart felt like it got squished but in a good way. It was the first time he wondered if this is what “home” felt like. 

Later he asked how he could ever thank Atsushi for his kindness. He showed him back at the sky casino but to his surprise, the other didn’t want anything and told him that he’s just happy that Sigma is fine. 

By now, Sigma, Atsushi, Lucy and Kyouka often spend time together. Sometimes they visit Lucy at the Café, sometimes they go shopping together, sometimes they go and get Crépes together and sometimes they just talk for a while at the office of the ADA.

Sigma and Atsushi both judge Dazai’s shinegans.

Sigma got together with Chuuya and Dazai some time after the war against the DoA.

Chuuya and Dazai were already a couple for years but after the events in Meursault, they also got together with Sigma. 

Dazai already started falling for Sigma early into the events of Meursault while Sigma slowly started falling for Dazai after the latter saved them from drowning. 

Chuuya already started to admire Sigma when he saw Sigma aiming the gun at Fyodor’s head, showing true strength and bravery and it didn’t take long until they both fell for each other after meeting too. 

However Sigma was a bit intimidated by Chuuya at first so it took him a bit longer to warm up to Chuuya. 

They love each other deeply and while Sigma and Chuuya would die for Dazai even though they would never admit it, Dazai would live for them.

However, Dazai is also still getting used to receiving this much genuine love and affection from two people. 

Sigma is also still slowly getting used to being treated like a human being instead of a tool/ is still getting used to not getting used the whole time and also to finally having not one but two places he can call home (the ADA and Dazai and Chuuya). 

During the first time after the war against the DoA, Dazai had to use a wheelchair for a long time after crashing down with the elevator, breaking his legs in several places and breaking other bones as well.

After months, he could walk a bit again and started to use forearm crutches as soon as he could walk for longer periods of time again. 

Eventually he only used one forearm crutch.

He had to keep using a forearm crutch for years.

After a long time, he used a cane instead.

He already struggled with chronic back pain from a failed suicide attempt where he fell on his back, injuring his spine and since he didn’t seeked help from Yosano until months later, the spine healed more badly than anything which is why it now often hurts and cracks, making sitting straight hurt like hell after some time and the serval injuries he had after falling down with the elevator added more chronic pain and his legs couldn’t support his weight fully anymore without hurting like crazy until years later. The pain never fully faded though.

He hated needing the help of others but slowly he started to allow it. 

Kunikida has to practice things like tying his hair into a ponytail, braiding his hair, tying his shoes and writing again because his new hands are still weak and very shaky. 

It caused him multiple breakdowns already due to feeling utterly useless, especially now that he can neither do a lot of paperwork or use his ability as fast and often as before.

Dazai and Ranpo are the only ones who know about Kunikida struggling. 

Dazai actually helps Kunikida when his mental health is particularly bad again and helps him to calm down when he finds him locked in one of the toilet stalls in the bathroom of the ADA again, breaking down on particularly bad days when his hands were shaking so much again that he couldn’t do anything which required precise hand movements. 

Previously, Kuniikida would check on Dazai every evening to see if the other was fine and if he had eaten anything. Now it’s Dazai’s turn to check on his partner regularly. 

At first Kunikida hated it, but slowly he started to accept the support and help from Dazai.

Dazai, Kunikida, Chuuya and Sigma regularly meet up somewhere during weekends to spend some time together. Most of the time, they just talk about work and about life but sometimes they watch movies together at Chuuya’s apartment which he shares with Dazai and Sigma. 

 After Sigma and Kunikida got to know each other through their work at the ADA, they started to get along pretty well and Chuuya and Kunikida got along well anyway. They love to rant about work and about Dazai’s bs while drinking expensive wine. 

Sigma sometimes bakes cookies for the whole ADA.

Fukuzawa refused to exchange any of the ADA members with Mori after he found out about the lie he told Yosano. 

He was furious. 

He knew that it would have consequences but for now he didn’t worry about it. 

Sigma’s OCD and his panic disorder which he developed during his time with the DoA got even worse after the war against the DoA. 

He never told anyone about it and normally he was able to hide his compulsions, his panic and the distress which came from not performing compulsions very well but during the first time after the DoA was defeated, everything got even harder to hide. 

Dazai noticed him writing a word on a word document over and over again, deleting it before writing it again and noticed how Sigma grew more and more distressed. He didn’t confront him about it right then at the crowded office of the ADA but he instead asked him if he could help him with something to snap him out of the thought spiral. 

At home, he confronted Sigma about it, and while Sigma at first panicked, eventually he told Dazai about it.

By now, both Chuuya and Dazai support and help Sigma whenever his fear and his OCD get too much for him. 

The Hunting Dogs came personally to the ADA to apologize for everything they did as well as for believing that they were guilty. 

Tecchou also apologized less formally and more emotionally to Yosano and thanked her again for saving Jounou’s life. After all, they had wanted to execute her so he would have understood it, if she would have refused to help them.

Kenji was thrilled to finally meet this friend Tecchou talked about and he cheerfully greeted Jounou, telling him that he was happy that Jounou was okay and also telling him that Tecchou had been worried sick about him and that he was even willing to place Jounou above justice which was obviously so dear to him. (You must be really good friends then! :D)

Upon hearing this, Jounou just smiled at Tecchou who looked away,  a tiny bit embarrassed. 

Of course Jounou already knew about what happened and he had already scolded Tecchou for nearly 15 minutes for placing him above justice and his mission and for also nearly killing a whole child in his blind rage. 

He can’t deny that his cheeks had been a dark red shade upon hearing this though.

Teruko and Sigma stay far away from each other though and Tachihara keeps a respectful distance to the former casino manager too, knowing that Sigma probably never forgives them for making his casino fall from the sky, killing everyone in it but he understands it.

 That Sigma doesn’t even want to look at Teruko, whether it’s because of the guilt he feels or because of the fact that they killed the people he viewed as his family, is fully justified. At least in Tachihara’s eyes.

The Hunting Dogs now are always there to help the ADA if they would ever need more help with a case or with fighting against an enemy. 

Tachihara stayed with the Hunting Dogs but he still meets up with the Black Lizard regularly and he actually lives with Gin and Higuchi.  

Sometimes he meets up with the Black Lizard and with Chuuya at the bar to which they always went to drink and chat for the whole night like in the old times. 

There is no bad blood at all and all enjoy their meetings greatly. 

He sometimes misses his time at the Port Mafia but as long as he can meet up with them, it's alright. 

He couldn’t leave the Hunting Dogs either. 

Both, Port Mafia and Hunting Dogs are like a family to him so he tries his best, to connect both worlds as best as he can. 

At Home, with Higuchi and Gin, they don’t talk about their jobs anyways. There it is just them. No Port Mafia and no Hunting Dogs unless there is really something someone needs to talk about with their partners/unless there is something someone wants to get off their chest.

Dazai still has awful nightmares about the events at the Meursault Prison. 

Sigma also suffers from night terrors about the same events.

When Dazai wakes up from one of those nightmares again, he usually directly checks if Chuuya and Sigma are still there with him, listens to their breathing and to Chuuya’s little snores as he calms down. 

Sometimes he gets out of their bed and goes into the kitchen or the living room where he sits on the couch, staring holes in the air or staring at the ceiling while he tries to calm his racing mind down. 

Most of the time, Chuuya and Sigma wake up shortly after Dazai left the bed though and grow alarmed immediately, causing them to get out of bed in no time and to search for their boyfriend.

After they found him, Chuuya usually can tell directly what is going on and they comfort him and gently urge him to come back to bed with them.

Sigma reacts much differently than Dazai. 

He often dreams about the DoA, about Fyodor, about his casino or about falling down from the casino but most of the time, he dreams about the elevator which is crashing down with a rapid speed, with Dazai still in it. 

Those dreams are often bloody and horrifying and Sigma often wakes up screaming for Dazai, hyperventilating and crying. 

Chuuya and Dazai always calm him down and are there for him. All three of them are awful at comforting but it works for them.

Most of the time, Dazai hugs Sigma, rubs his back or gently saws back and forth while Chuuya is verbally trying to comfort him and holds his hands, caressing the back of them and assures Sigma that he’s safe here with them and that they are okay. 

They also help Sigma to calm his breathing again and gently prevent him from tugging at his hair/pulling at his hair since it’s something Sigma does when he is stressed, scared or panicking. 

They also always let Sigma talk about his nightmare and look out that his panic won’t get worse again. 

Dazai also always lets Sigma feel his pulse, knowing that this can calm Sigma down more than anything. 

He always regulates his heart beat to a calming, slow one too to calm Sigma down more when he feels his pulse.

When Sigma feels better again and Chuuya gently urges him to try to sleep again, knowing how exhausted Sigma is after the panic attack and assuring him that they won’t leave his side. 

They often lie curled up together in one big cuddle pile then, Sigma lying between them and both hugging him. 

Chuuya and Dazai often quietly talk about everything when Sigma fell asleep again. 

Dazai always stops Sigma and Chuuya from overworking themselves since both tend to do so due to Chuuya’s workaholic tendencies and due to Sigma’s anxiety and perfectionism.

Ranpo scolds the whole ADA for multiple hours that they didn’t listen to him in regards to the DoA case and brings it up over and over again.

He basically won’t let anyone forget that he warned them and that they wouldn’t listen to him.

The agency is now much more careful with accepting cases and Fukuzawa wouldn’t let anyone who was still recovering, no matter if mentally or physically, go on any more dangerous/more shady cases for the first time until they were fully recovered again. 

Ranpo moved into Poe’s mansion as well and now lives with Poe and Mushitarou. 

Mushitarou actually got together with Poe and Ranpoe after a while. 

He’s the happiest he’s been since quite a while. 

Aya often visits the ADA after school.

Fukuzawa thanked her and Lucy for their support and their selfless actions to support the ADA during the vampirism outbreak.

Bram only rarely has to go to investigate a case with others. Most of the time he is sleeping somewhere in the office. 

Now Kunikida has to scold two for sleeping/lazing around at the office during working hours.

Dazai is again trying to get Atsushi to do his paperwork, driving Kunikida crazy. 

However, when Dazai sees that Kunikida is struggling again, he sometimes snatches some papers from the stack on Kunikida’s desk and actually does a bit of Kunikida’s paperwork for him. 

At first Kunikida told him to stop but eventually he just let Dazai help him. He couldn’t stop him from doing so in any way since if Dazai really wanted to do something, there was no way of stopping him and deep inside he was thankful for Dazai’s help. 

Dazai shows Bram the most weird songs to exist.

Surprisingly, the truce between the ADA and the PM is still on going but Dazai and Chuuya already agreed to not moving into separated apartments if the truce gets broken, not wanting to give up their life living together and living together with Sigma so soon again. 

All three agreed that if the truce should get broken, they would move into an apartment which is neither close to the ADA or the PM and which belongs to neither of the organizations. 

Lovecraft sometimes comes over to meet Bram at his dorm or at the office of the ADA. Especially when it’s bad weather outside since Bram dislikes going out so Lovecraft comes to him instead of Bram meeting him at the harbor. 

The first few times he came to the ADA, everyone was very weary around him and not even Dazai made any comments. 

The very first time, even Fukuzawa came out of his office to talk with the guest, ready to fight if needed. 

By now, they are still weary about him but have gotten used to him just randomly appearing at the office or in the house where their apartments are, especially when it’s raining or storming outside.

It became a normal thing.

Kenji even sometimes offers Lovecraft some tea or snacks and greets him happily upon seeing him, asking him how he’s doing.

During the first time he visited, Lovecraft also told Kunikida that if they should ever hurt Bram or just try to do so, he would destroy the whole agency.

Bram was asleep at that moment. After he found out, he scolded Lovecraft a bit. 

Bram and Lovecraft love to complain about everything to each other. 

Lovecraft sometimes brings Bram fruits. 

Bram loves fruits. It probably has to do with him being able to transform into a bat. 

After Kenji found out about this too, he often brings Bram fresh fruits, especially when Bram has a bad day, in order to cheer him up.

Sigma teaches others how to play different card games.

Chuuya sometimes comes over to pick his partner up from work when he can leave his work early for once.

He also is always willing to pick one of them up from work if one of them isn't feeling well but the other one is stuck in a meeting. 

When Atsushi first saw Dazai again, after the latter finally was allowed to leave the infirmary again, he tackled hugged him and hugged him so tightly that Yosano had to remind him to be a bit more careful.

Atsushi refused to let Dazai go for quite a while and cried his eyes out.

Dazai was sitting there like frozen for a moment before awkwardly patting Atsushi on the back, laughing and telling him that he is happy to see him too while trying to ignore the fact that his eyes got a bit teary too. 

Kunikida and Dazai’s reunion was much quieter but also very emotional. 

They were finally able to hug it out too. 

The whole reunion of the ADA was very emotional.

The ADA  isn’t framed anymore and went back to their normal routine, even though there are a few changes and even though the war changed everyone a bit. 

They do take cases again however and even though Dazai warned them that there might be another war against another ability user, they are enjoying their time now and they are prepared a lot better for new battles than previously.

[drdt-headcanons]

Whit is a really bad kisser, but he's cute about it so it's fine

:)