#over time laws hairs gets longer lmao

[sen-ya]

some lawlus

[demonpiratehuntress]

recently read your baby!name x op characters and i was thinking what abt name x baby!op characters-

they somehow turned into babies for 24 hrs (like in your fic)

just randomly thought of this while scrolling thru baby op characters on pinterest lmao

anyways have a great day/ night~~

love this idea!! I just wanted to do baby (name) first since i've seen a few baby OP characters but im more than happy to do it!

i finally got my laptop back, but im actually so upset it took so long to be fixed, and that i couldn't get all your requests out sooner! im so sorry this took ages, and to everyone else who requested before i closed requests - yours will be out soon enough! once again, so so sorry everyone :(

taglist - @kabloswrld

baby OP Men! (Straw Hats, Law, Ace, Kaku)

featuring - Zoro x F!Reader, Ace x F!Reader, Law x F!Reader, Usopp x F!Reader, Luffy x F!Reader, Kaku x F!Reader, Sanji x F!Reader

summary - the OP men get turned into babies for 24 hours and naturally, you're the babysitter.

warnings - none except that i haven't watched far enough to know what Law and Ace were like as kids so them and Kaku will just be wild guesses. and there is no longer yellow font so i will just be making Law's colour blue.

ZORO

Waking up to the sounds of things breaking and crashing against other things wasn't uncommon on the Sunny. It has been something you'd all become accustomed to on the Merry, which just carried over to the Sunny. More often than not, the source was Zoro and Sanji, so you just rolled over and went back to bed.

Until the cry of an infant woke you right back up.

You looked down at yourself, sighing in relief when you realised it wasn't you this time. However, if not you then who?

You got your answer when you walked into the kitchen and spotted a green-haired baby fussing and throwing pots at a scowling blonde cook.

"Devil child!" Sanji yelled, earning him another pot to the face.

You laughed at the sight, and both of them turned to look at you. Sanji breathed a sigh of relief, while baby Zoro crawled across the countertop to get to you.

"What happened to him?" You asked the cook as you lifted the moody infant up into your arms, where he relaxed and cooed happily.

"That idiot got too cocky and tried to take on a devil fruit user without knowing what the devil fruit actually was," Sanji explained, throwing another hateful glare at the baby swordsman in your arms. "Now he's stuck like this for a whole day."

You volunteered to care for him, something that no one else seemed willing or able to do. You supposed it was fitting, since Zoro threw a tantrum every time he was with someone who wasn't you. It was funny really, how he would scream and throw things when you set him down or handed him to someone else and then immediately fall silent when you picked him up again. Zoro was not a clingy adult, but he was certainly a very clingy baby.

But you didn't mind.

He was calmest when you sat and watched the ocean with him perched on your lap, bouncing a little on your thighs as he tried to see over the railing. You laughed and lifted him up, setting the green-haired infant on your shoulders.

"That better, baby?"

He cooed and clapped his tiny hands, indicating he was much more satisfied now. Then his fingers found your hair, and be busied himself pulling and playing with it as you chuckled and let him be. His attention span was short, but even shorter now that he was barely a year old.

"Not too hard now," you reminded him, laughing when he just pulled harder. "Even as a baby you're a bully." That only earned you a whine and a harder tug on your strands, but you only laughed more because it didn't really hurt.

He ended up falling asleep on your chest that night, small hand fisting your shirt. You were humming and singing softly to get him to sleep, so it was a bit of a relief when you saw his eyes closed.

In the morning, he hovered over you with a teasing smirk on his face.

"So I'm a bully huh?"

ACE

After your encounter with the de-aging devil fruit user, you would think Ace would have been more inclined to avoiding him. But no, your boyfriend was super confident that he could take this guy on and not get hit with the de-aging beam, which is why you were now back on the Moby Dick with a very pouty infant Ace on your lap. He only wore a diaper, and had thrown a tantrum when you tried to put something else on. The crew was laughing and teasing him, which only made him poutier.

And also shoot little balls of fire at their shoes. He looked at you innocently, but you knew he did it on purpose.

Ace is just as naughty as you would think he'd be as a baby. If you lose sight of him for one second, he's gone and you're running around panicking and trying to find this troublemaker, which is much harder now that he's so small. You end up finding him under a table or crawling towards any set of stairs on the ship. And he'll giggle and smile innocently, instantly earning your forgiveness.

"You're a handful, you know that?" You huff as you pick him up right before he tumbles down some steps. "Stop trying to hurt yourself!"

Ace just cooed and reached for your face, patting your cheek affectionately before nuzzling his face against it. He becomes so clingy when you try to do work while babysitting him, always pulling your hair or squeezing your nose hard when you paid more attention to a chore than him.

"Ace! I'm trying to work, I'll play with you just now."

Ace babbles nonsense and starts to cry, making you sigh as you turn your attention back to him. Then he immediately stops crying and is happily giving you sloppy kisses all over your face, his mood changing in that split second.

You don't get any work done.

Ace also has a tendency to disappear when you set him down for one second, only to reappear by a screaming crewmate who's trying to put out a fire on their pants. The little 2nd division commander would howl with laughter and fall onto his back, before pouting when he realises he can't get up and then cries for you. Little Ace is a menace.

"You need to go sleep!" You sighed in exasperation as you rocked Ace back and forth gently, later that evening in your room. "Please?"

Ace just giggled and sucked in his tiny fingers, a very blatant 'no'. You sighed and sat on the bed, setting him on your lap. Trying to bounce him didn't work because he just got excited and more energetic. Then you finally remembered the one time he never fails to sleep, and you were almost mad at him for making you so tired and worn out that you'd forgotten.

You got him the softest food you can find in the kitchen, and watch in amusement as he falls face-first onto the bed next to the bowl. You quickly turn him over, laughing softly as you tucked him in.

LAW

Law doesn't make mistakes often, but when he does they have extreme consequences. Like now, when you'd warned him about something but he overlooked it, claiming it wasn't important. Which ended up with him sitting on your lap, looking at you with big, innocent eyes - an infant.

You weren't sure what to do with this tiny version of your pale boyfriend. So for a while you just sat there and kind of...stared at each other. He was looking into your soul - you were sure of it, because no baby has a look that intense.

"So..." You started, "What do you want to do?"

Blank stare. That's all you got. Law was not so different as a baby, he was extremely quiet and reserved, he didn't move much and he just stared. It was almost like talking to a baby doll.

"Right, um...are you hungry?" You tried again.

He blinked. Then he crawled off your lap, attempting to jump off the bed but being caught by you since he would very obviously hurt himself. He tried to glare, but he was so small and cute it became a very adorable pout.

"You're tiny remember!" You groaned. "I know you don't like asking for help but come on, you're going to hurt yourself."

He rolled his eyes.

"HEY!"

Then he giggled, something you didn't expect. Your jaw dropped, eyes going wide as he flat out giggled at your response to his little display of attitude. He was so cute giggling that you didn't want him to stop, but once he realised you were grinning at him he immediately went quiet and pouted again.

"You're impossible."

Another giggle, and you side-eyed him. He only giggled more before pointing to the bookshelf in his room. You sighed and took him over to it, letting him reach for whatever book he seemingly wanted you to read to him. Of course, it was a medical book.

You laid him against your chest as you leaned back against the headboard, opening the book and going to its contents section to decide which section to read to him. But he grew impatient, and reached out to grab a tiny fistful of pages and turn them over.

"Alright then."

As you began to read, Law listened intently and focused on the picutres, his eyes wide with interest. You smiled softly at the sight, marvelling at how cute he was when he was curious at this size. But he was still a baby, so after a few minutes of reading his eyes started to droop and he turned his body a little so he could grasp your shirt in his small fist. And then he was out, and you smiled and kisses the top of his head as you set the book aside and cuddled him.

Baby Law was so sweet and cute, even if his attitude was just like adult Law's.

KAKU

"And what have we learned?"

Of course, you couldn't expect a response from the man you were asking that question. That would be because he was now less than a year old, laying flat on his back across your legs and gazing up at you with big, innocent eyes. He just cooed softly and kicked his small legs lazily, reaching for you.

You sighed. The idiot had gone head-first into a fight he didn't properly think through. It was his most reckless move yet, and now he was paying the price as a baby. Simply because Jabra had pissed him off.

Kaku was a relatively calm and quiet baby. He didn't fuss much, and he wasn't too noisy. Adorably, he was also a shy and easily flustered little infant. But one thing he did want was your attention, and he wanted it the whole day.

So you carried him around the whole day, much like he'd done when you'd been babified. You rarely left him alone, and if you did it was only for bathroom breaks or like five seconds. You were afraid of leaving him around alone, because the other CP9 members could be mean and careless and some of them would definitely be rough with and bully him.

You had to admit, his little long nose was the cutest thing ever, apart from when he accidentally bumped it against you and then giggled. He was so sweet, rubbing the spot he bumped with his small hand and then giving you a sloppy kiss.

Baby Kaku is also very playful. Once he gets comfortable in his state. He tries to make funny noises with his long nose and then erupts into the cutest baby laughter right after. He will also curiously pull on his nose, only to have it wobble like a springboard when he's done, causing more giggles.

"Come onnnnn it'll be good!"

Unfortunately, he was very fussy with his food. You were trying to feed him some mashed potatoes, because that was the only appropriate thing you could find, but he just stared at you like 'really?' and kept his little mouth closed. After that, you were forced to go out and buy baby food.

Like Law, baby Kaku wants to be read to. But he won't be satisfied with the usual infant storytime books, because even as a baby he is much smarter than that. He prefers something historical, which may be boring for you but absolutely thrills him. He gets excited and bounces on your lap, tapping the book with his small hands while you're struggling to keep your eyes open.

When he's finally ready to sleep, he tries to fight it because he likes having you baby him like this. But eventually he drifts off when placed on your chest, because you're so warm and comfortable it lulls him into slumber.

When he wakes up an adult, he looks sheepish.

"We learned not to rush into a fight recklessly."

LUFFY

If you thought Luffy was a menace as a teenager, you were really in for it when he got turned into an infant by the same devil fruit user who'd done it to you. Of course, Luffy being Luffy, he forgot about that and charged straight into the fight without even considering your plan. And that's what now led to you having to carry a very fussy, very tiny Monkey D. Luffy back to the Thousand Sunny.

As expected, he is an active infant.

"Luffy no!"

But not only is he baby Luffy, he is baby Luffy with stretchy abilities. As seen now when he giggles loudly and grabs the mast, before propelling himself halfway across the ship. If Robin hadn't been around to catch him using her own devil fruit ability, you're pretty sure you'd be facing a sobbing, snotty-nosed little captain.

You have to chase this baby around the ship to actually change him or do any of the basic baby care things. He is so quick to crawl away when it comes to diaper-changing, but he is even quicker to crawl back with the promise of food, as usual. You cannot take your eyes off him though, because if you do for even one second he's gone and a ship-wide hunt for the naughty infant has to be conducted.

Infant Luffy is VERY good at hide and seek.

"Now where could Luffy be?" You say out loud as you walk around the ship, amused when a little giggle follows your words. "Maybe he's in the kitchen." Another giggle. "Or maybe he's right...here!"

And when you uncover his hiding spot and grab him, he squeals and tries to wriggle out of yours arms. But ultimately starts giggling and laughing uncontrollably as you tickle his little sides and smother his tiny face in kisses. He loves having all your attention on him, and will not hesitate to trip someone from the ground or reach around you to pull on their hair if they take your attention away from him for even a second. Baby Luffy is a lot clingier than grown up Luffy.

But if you sit him down in the aquarium or in the crow's nest and let him watch the fish or the water while you tell him stories about Shanks that he's told you before, he'll calm down a little bit and relax. His eyes will go big and he'll stare at you in awe as you tell him all of these stories, even if he doesn't really understand. And when you make big gestures to try and show him, he cutely tries to mimic you and make those same gestures with his little arms. Which always has you cooing at him and him giggling at how cute you found it.

He was so hyper that you almost couldn't put him to sleep, and you didn't think he would ever fall asleep. But after a while of you - once again - chasing him around the ship, you finally caught him and managed (somehow) to rock him to sleep.

When he woke up a grown boy, there really wasn't much difference in his behaviour, even after you told him about his infant self.

SANJI

Honestly you don't even know how it happened. One minute you're engaging the enemy, the next your old friend with the de-aging devil fruit appears and this time targets your boyfriend. Which is why now you're sitting in the kitchen with a pouty baby cook on the table, the two of you just staring at each other.

When he realises he can't cook like this, the poor blonde bursts into tears, looking so upset it breaks your heart. You quickly pull him into your arms and cradle him, and he slowly calms down and looks up at you with his big, round eyes.

"There we go," you smiled at him, kissing his little cheek. "It's okay."

If you think Sanji is clingy as a grown up, his clinginess soars to new heights as a baby. He will absolutely not let go of you if you're holding him, not for any reason other than you needing the bathroom. He wants your attention on him for the full 24 hours, which of course is nothing new but still makes you laugh every time he gets pouty when you're not looking at him.

He's also a very sly baby. He uses his cuteness to his advantage to get Zoro in trouble, because every time he cries and points to Zoro, you glare at the swordsman or chuck something at him, much to Sanji's amusement.

"You're ugly and annoying even as a baby!" You heard Zoro shouting when you'd left them alone for one second to fetch some food for Sanji. "Stop looking at me like that!"

"ZORO!" You chided as you walked back into the room, coincidentally as soon as Sanji decided to start bawling to exaggerate the situation. He pointed at the green-haired swordsman as he cried, making you sigh and smack him upside his head. This caused Sanji to stop crying and giggle, earning a glare from Zoro.

"Why, you-!"

"Zoro, he's just a baby," you sighed, "He's going to annoy you."

"He annoys me regardless," the swordsman huffed, walking away. "Just keep that little demon away from me."

Sanji stuck his tiny tongue out at the bulky man's figure as he retreated, making you laugh and scoop the cook up into your arms. He immediately relaxed and cooed happily, playing with your shirt as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.

Sanji is a fussy eater, which you kind of figured. He doesn't settle for just any soft food, he specifically likes pureed apple. So every time you have to feed him, you have to either feed him some you got from an island you had to stop at when you first found out about his preference, or you have to puree the apples yourself.

Changing Sanji's diaper is also easy, because he's very calm and he lets you do it without much fuss. You have no issues putting him to sleep, either, because once you've changed him for the last time at night, he's out like a light. And you smile and bring him to your bed to sleep, laying him in between your pillows.

When he wakes up, he's back to being a smug little mf because he woke up in your bed.

USOPP

Honestly you didn't even know what had happened while you had stayed on the ship to keep watch. The others all returned looking weary but otherwise okay, so you just assumed Usopp was too, and you didn't think to ask why Brook and Sanji looked so suspicious, passing something between them behind their backs. That is, of course, until you heard the unmistakable sound of an infant crying.

"What was that?" You looked at them, raising an eyebrow.

"What was what?" Sanji asked, laughing nervously.

The infant cried again, and you stalked over and pushed them aside to reveal your boyfriend...only smaller. Baby Usopp stared up at you with wide, terrified eyes, tears streaming down his adorably chubby cheeks.

"What the-How did this happen??"

You looked up, but everyone avoided your gaze and made excuses to leave. So you just sighed and picked the baby up, wiping his tears away and gently rocking him to calm him down. He did eventually, but the terror never left his eyes as he got hold of your shirt collar and never let go.

"Hey, hey," you cooed softly. "It's okay, I'm here."

When he calmed down, you realised he had been so scared that he'd messed himself, so you changed him. Poor Usopp was already so nervous and frightened as a grown up, that as a baby he was almost always shaking. But you put him at ease, and whenever he was in your arms he was calm, relaxed and very playful. He liked your hair, liked to play with it and also, apparently, eat it.

"Usopp no!" You laughed as you once again had to pull your hair out of his tiny mouth. His bottom lip trembled, and you quickly amended it by kissing his cheeks and giving him something else to play with.

He liked to tinker even as a baby. You gave him the safest things he could play with, and he would try to arrange it in a certain way that wasn't just a jumbled mess. You were very impressed when he managed to stack all the gold coins you'd given him to play with - under Nami's strict supervision, of course.

However, he was naughty when it came to being fed. It wasn't that he was a fussy eater, he just liked to play with his food. And he had incredible aim, so every bunch of food he threw landed on its intended target. Which was you. Sanji had tried to feed him, but the stress of wasted food got to him and you had to replace him before he yelled at poor baby Usopp.

Putting him to sleep is relatively easier than putting anyone else on this list to sleep. As soon as you noticed his eyes drooping while you told him a story - one of his own made-up adventures - you picked him up and placed him on his bed, and he was out.

When he woke up in the morning, all grown up, he groaned.

"That was the scariest experience of my life."

A/N: I'm so sorry if this seems rushed or isn't as good as you expected, it's been a busy few weeks and i'm so mentally exhausted but i really wanted to get this out for you! Again, requests that were in my inbox before i closed them will be posted as soon as possible! Please just be patient with me, 2024 is turning out to be a weird year for me.

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drabble where tlp jk first met miss oc pls 🥹 thinking about him having an instant crush cos shes so pretty while studying med in the law lib 😞

summary: in which jk meets oc for the first time w/c:  1.5k

note: the timeline is second week of first year med school. first time jk sees oc and immediately harbors an instant crush 🤧🫠 also if u see an error pls ignore im sleepy bye enj lmao

[11:20am] jjaman: here at the law lib 2nd floor

That’s the last text Jungkook sees on his phone from his friend, Jimin – a third year law student in the same grad school he’s enrolled in. Jimin and him have been close friends since birth, their families having been acquainted years before they were born. 

Anyway, it’s only been two weeks since the term started – some of his professors have not even shown their faces yet, so he has all the leisure time to grab some lunch with his bestfriend because admittedly, he doesn’t know anybody yet in his own building. Jungkook met some familiar people from undergrad, but ultimately, med school is fresh and as cliche as it sounds – seems like a whole new world. 

When he enters the law library, nothing of significance really catches his attention. He’s already visited the med library which is located at the left wing and the two are not really that different except that there are a bunch of casebooks everywhere he lands his eyes on. 

As soon as he arrives at the second floor, he roams his eyes around to hopefully catch a sight of Jimin immediately (as Jungkook’s stomach has been craving for some big lunch, and he wants to eat expeditiously), but it is to his slight disappointment that he does not see a blond short guy around the area. 

Nonetheless, Jungkook continues to wander around, spotting the wayfinder that says “Individual Study Area”. The cubicles are lined up against the glass wall, and across it are couches that he brings himself forward to to sit on. 

When he settles himself on the leather, he goes for his phone, about to turn it on to text Jimin he’s already here. But then a sudden slight noise catches his attention; a pen falling from one of the cubicles.

Jungkook looks up from his device, looking at the source of the soft clattering sound. He catches the sight of a woman in a brown cashmere sweater with her hair pulled up, clipped in a maroon claw.

When you put your pen back to your table, Jungkook nearly stumbles over his seat when he sees your face.

He never believed in love at first sight. Thinks it’s way too… superficial. A romanticized myth to sell books and movies or whatever. He doesn’t subscribe to the notion of falling in love with a mere face – because frankly, that’s just not realistic.

But he begins to doubt that as he strays his eyes away from you when he catches himself staring longer than necessary. 

Look, he’s seen pretty faces before. Had countless encounters with them. He’s used to the beauty of women and he’s young and hormonal enough to acknowledge when someone is gorgeous. 

And you are definitely gorgeous. The kind of beauty that takes away someone’s breath because it’s so serene that it almost feels like you don’t belong in the same world because of the peacefulness and angelic grace that your face have – and that’s just merely your face.

Jungkook wonders what you sound like.

He shamelessly thinks this as he lets his gaze fall back to the random book on the table sitting across the couch, his heart lapsing a mile per second, totally not normal – and he tries to scold himself for it. It’s not your first time seeing a pretty woman. Jesus, get it together. 

But it’s definitely the first time he’s seen you. 

When another few seconds passed, Jungkook can’t help but look at your direction again. He catches you in the middle of you putting your elbow on the desk, leaning to the side of the cubicle, your body angled towards his direction. Your movements are lax as you flip through the pages of your book – something that looks familiar to him. When he gets a better look of the material, it is to his surprise, Netter’s ever famous Atlas of Human Anatomy. 

That’s definitely the same book that his Anatomy professor assigned his class to buy through email. 

With that information, Jungkook looks at you curiously, now wondering if you’re a med student or in law. It doesn’t make sense. Why would you be at the law library when you have your own medical sciences library around the university? Or… do law students learn about Anatomy, too, for… he doesn’t know – shit and giggles, probably? 

Too deep in his thoughts, Jungkook doesn’t notice his staring that when you cock your head to the side, he feels his heart drop when your eyes meet his. 

He quickly looks away, busying himself with his phone, cursing on the inside.

Shit. You must’ve thought he’s some creepy guy. Surely, he must’ve made you uncomfortable. 

Panicking, he turns on his phone only to see two text messages from Jimin that were sent a few minutes ago. 

[11:25am] jjaman: conference room 209 btw, near the resting zone

[11:30am] jjaman: where are you? 

When Jungkook checks the time, it’s 11:35am. 

“Shit,” he hisses under his breath, typing out a quick reply to Jimin. 

[11:36am] Jungkook: individual study area. couch. but im standing up. wru?

[11:37am] jjaman: thought u got lost lol going there atm

Jungkook quickly stands up from the couch, slinging his backpack over one shoulder and pointedly avoids looking in your direction lest you’re looking at him currently for being weird just now.

He wouldn’t say he’s bad with women. They usually – thankfully – like the way he looks enough, and he’s not so bad at talking to them either. 

But right now, he remembers the awkward Jungkook of high school and first few years of undergrad. The guy who’s way too in his head who got anxious at the prospect of talking to a woman. Especially to the pretty ones.

“There you are.” 

He feels a light slap to his shoulder, and when he looks behind, it’s Jimin. With his blond hair and his bright smile. 

“H-hey,” Jungkook clears his throat subtly. “You have any ideas for lunch?” 

Jimin, obviously, oblivious to the dilemma that his best friend is having inside his head at the moment, chuckles at his words. 

“Sure. Let’s go, I’ll drive us both to a nice bistro.”

They’re a few steps in ahead when Jungkook suddenly feels a slight feather-light touch to his shoulder. 

When he turns around, he almost clutches his heart at the sight of you again. 

“You left this at the couch earlier,” you say, lifting the hand that carries his brown leather wallet. And Jungkook knows he should be concerned about that – but hell, the way he was just thinking about what you probably sound like… it’s so much better to hear it himself, and so close like this. 

“O-oh.” Jungkook doesn’t think he stammered or anything, just quickly takes his wallet from you and shyly turns his body towards Jimin so he avoids your eyes.

“It’s yours, right?” You smile. 

And Jungkook thinks it’s over before he nods.

He knows he has an instant crush. 

“Damn. Hey, be careful with your stuff next time,” Jimin butts in, nudging Jungkook a little. Then he looks at you with a soft expression, “Thanks, miss.” 

You shake your head and with a small smile that feels too dashing for Jungkook’s own good, you say, “No worries. I’ll get back there.” 

When Jimin nudges Jungkook again, he realizes he hasn’t thanked you at all. 

With a surely flushed look, he turns to you and awkwardly say, “Thanks.”

“Sure.” 

Then you turn on your heels and walk away. 

Jungkook casts one last glance at the cubicles, seeing you already having your back on him and getting back to studying.

As Jungkook and Jimin walk out of the building, Jimin points out, “What the hell are you so red for?” 

Jungkook feels extremely called out when Jimin says that. 

“It’s hot.” 

“The law lib is famous for its extreme AC. Don’t lie.” Jimin rolls his eyes. 

Scoffing, it’s now Jungkook’s turn to nudge Jimin. 

“I’m telling you the truth.” 

Jimin arches a brow at him, stares at him for a brief longer. When seconds passes, he finally stops interrogating Jungkook with his looks. 

“Alright, fine.” 

“Psh.” 

Jungkook’s heart is still pounding, though. 

The encounter was so fleeting, so random. But as Jungkook completely departs from the library, he can’t help but think about the girl he’s just seen. He felt something he hadn’t in a long time, maybe ever— an instant, overwhelming crush. His mind is flooded with your image, the serenity of your presence, the way you looked at him for just that split second and the way you noticed his wallet and gave it back to him.

And though he knows he's too shy to ever approach you again, the memory of you lingers, leaving him wondering what might have been.

[somanyratsinthewalls]

Kinktober Special Part 8

Mo’s Kinktober Special 

The Crew’s Whore (Part 8) (+18)

!!!!!!MINORS DNI!!!!

Summary: You are the former owner of the Grand Line’s most popular brothel. Your powerful fighting abilities got the attention of the captain of the Straw Hat Pirates. He had asked you to join their crew but what would you bring to the team? Your battle skills were hardly comparable to many of the other Straw Hats… but you actually had a great skill. Your years working as a high end escort had prepared you to become the private plaything for this pirate crew. You joined the Straw Hats as their personal sex toy.

Pairing: Trafalgar Law x Fem!Reader

WC: 2600 lol

TWs: IT’S FOOT TIME! FOOT FETISH WARNING! Man I am not even into feet but this kinda did it for me. In my brain Law is canonically into feet in a weird way. Unprotected sex, p in v sex, table sex, alcohol consuption, toe sucking lmao, just fetish shit yeah.

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The trip to the next island was turning out to be longer than anticipated due to poor weather. The Straw Hat pirates had allied themselves with now-warlord-of-the-sea Captain Trafalgar Law and were harboring him on their ship as they sailed towards the next part of their plan as an alliance. The weather had finally turned pleasant so of course Luffy ordered Sanji to prepare a huge feast, complete with piles of steaming food and barrels of cold booze. 

Eating and drinking were two of you favorite activities, second and third only to fucking, so you were thrilled at the prospect of a little party. No one had approached you yet and asked you for your time tonight, everyone being so busy setting up for the party and all… but you expected that to change as the night went on. Because you anticipated being taken for your services tonight, you took the time to bathe and clean yourself up a little extra nice. 

You curled your hair into soft waves and spent half an hour caking your face and painting your lips a glossy sheer crimson before heading to your closet and picked out an outfit. You settled on a flouncy little baby pink dress, the layered fabric sheer and light. The soft pink hem swished high up on your thighs, leaving very little of your legs to the imagination. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you decide to play it up even further and crouched down to grab a pair of red high heels from under your bed. You slipped on the pumps and with a final twirl in the mirror headed out to the party. 

The deck of the ship was buzzing with the sounds of your crew mates enjoying themselves. Brook was serenading the party with a jaunty tune to which Chopper and Nami were dancing, Luffy was busying himself with the sumptuous spread Sanji prepared, all while Zoro was ahead of the game and drinking himself into oblivion. Law was seated at the same table as Zoro, seemingly having much less of a nice time. The mysterious doctor was hunched over and stared emotionless into his drink, puffy brim of his hat shielding most of his face. 

You noticed your friend Robin leaning up against the back wall of the Sunny with a glass of red wine in hand and bit of a scowl on her face. 

“You don’t look pleased with the festivities.” 

“See that target they put up at the end of the ship?” Robin nods behind you. 

You turn and do indeed see a large target placed near the head of the Sunny. 

“Yeah?” You inquire. 

“Usopp and Franky keep having shooting contests. Franky keeps losing but he won’t give up. I don’t think they’ve sat down all night, and his face is as red as a tomato. Kind of embarrassing…” Robin giggles a little. 

“Are you surprised? I guess they’ll be out of our hair for the rest of the night then.” You laugh.

“That’s my point.” Robin rolls her eyes. Your brows raise in realization. 

“Ohhhh… you were trying to get laid! I get it now! Well no one’s approached me if you’re still up for it later…” You wink.  

“Thank you sweet y/n, always so thoughtful!” Robin sips her wine. “I’ll see if I can find you later if I’m still feeling up for it. Go get a drink and enjoy the party, dear!” Robin waves you on to the kitchen. 

You enter the galley and are immediately met with a very sweaty, stressed out Sanji. 

“Hi handsome.” You purr as you approach the blonde at the stove. 

“Oh, hello my love. I’m afraid the voracious appetite of our captain has rendered me incapacitated for the rest of the evening, the fucking glutton…” Sanji sighs. 

“Aww, my poor, tired, love cook.” You coo as you push his bangs out of his eyes. You place a kiss on his cheek. A droplet of blood escapes Sanji’s left nostril. “Well I’ll leave you to it then.” You grab a bottle of cold wine from the fridge and a glass from the shelf and carry them both out to the deck with you. 

You stroll over to the table where Law and Zoro were seated, now joined by Luffy whose cheeks were stuffed to bursting with various meats and cheeses. 

“You gentlemen mind if I sit with you?” You ask while already sitting down across from Law. 

“Not at all, pretty thing. Come have a drink with us.” Zoro smirks at you, holding his hand out to take the wine bottle from you. You oblige and he unsheathes a single blade to pop the cork off for you in dramatic fashion. 

“My hero.” You chide as the swordsman fills your glass to the brim. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were trying to get me drunk, Mr. Roronoa.” 

“And what if I am? You say the filthiest shit after you’ve had a whole bottle of wine and it’s fucking incredible.” Zoro shoots you a hungry look as he downs another cup of sake. Luffy giggles. Law straightens up and gives Zoro a confused look. 

“Not much of a talker, are you, Trafalgar?” You turn your attention to Law. 

“I didn’t know the two of you were a couple.” He states blankly. 

“We’re not. I’m seeing everyone.” You smirk across the table at the foreign captain. He looks even more confused. “It’s what I do. I love making my crew mates happy, you can understand that, can’t you?”

Without time to answer, Luffy interjects. 

“Haha you should give her a try, Traffy! She’s really something hehe!” 

Law’s eyes widen. 

“Yeah why not, Tra-Guy? You’re already here eating our food and drinking our booze, why not sample some of the other amenities we have here on the Sunny.” Zoro chuckles as he pours himself another cup of liquor. Zoro must be quite fond of Law, as sharing you is never something he likes to bring up. 

“I’m sorry… are you offering me… her? Shouldn’t she be doing that?” Law looks a bit offended. 

“Would that make you feel better? My services apply to guests of the Straw Hat pirates as well, and I assure you I can meet whatever needs you may have.” You swirl you wine in the glass and take a long sip. 

“Um… No.. that’s.. that’s quite alright, thank you.” Law stutters out his refusal. 

“You don’t know what you’re turning down, man. Whatever you’re into, and I mean whatever, she can do it. Sweetest pussy in the Grand Line.” Zoro leans back in his chair. 

“Zoro! Don’t be so vulgar around our guest.” You scold the swordsman. 

“Whatever, his loss.” Zoro shrugs and slams another drink. 

— — 

After hours upon hours of dancing and drinking, the party had thinned out quite a bit. Now that things were winding down, you notice the painful ache in your feet from wearing high heels all night. Most everyone had headed to bed and you were considering doing the same until you spy your unfinished bottle of wine on the table with Law still dated at it, alone now. 

You sit down across from Law and take a swig from the bottle directly, your glass having been lost several dances ago. 

“Classy.” Law remarks from across the table. 

“Never said that was part of my resume.” You smirk and take another swallow of alcohol. You pull your feet up into your lap and groan. “God this is the last fucking time I wear these heels.” 

You slip off one of your shoes and behind massaging the heel of your foot with both hands. You pause your ministrations to grab another sip of wine when you notice Law’s eyes on you. They weren’t on your breasts close to spilling out of your low cut dress, or your plush thighs squishing against the wood of the bench you were sitting on… they were on your foot in your lap. 

There it is.

Ideas filled your head on how to finally break this stoic stranger. 

“You’re a doctor, right?” You ask innocently. 

“Huh?” Law responds, having been snapped out of what seemed like a trance. “Um, yeah.” 

“Could you maybe feel right here? I think it could be swollen.” You extend your nearly naked leg across from you and push the table to the side so that there was nothing between the two of you. 

“It..i-it doesn’t look swollen… but if you really want I could… I could take a closer look…” He hesitantly up at you before returning his gaze to your perfectly pedicured foot. 

“I’d love that. Thank you.” 

Law gingerly takes your foot in both hands and presses firmly into where you were pointing. You squirm a bit, feet incredibly sore from dancing all night. Law starts to rub up and down from your toes to your heel, intently examining every inch. You couldn’t help but notice how his mouth was now parted and his breathing quickened as he stroked your foot. 

He stopped abruptly and released your foot from his hold. 

“I-it seems fine. You should be fine.” 

You drop your foot directly into his lap and push it firmly against the crotch of Law’s jeans. 

“Are you sure, doctor? I think you should check again.” You flash him a devious smile as you take another swig from the bottle. 

“W-what are you doing, y/n?” Law sputters out, sweat forming on his temples. You feel his cock begin to stir under the sole of your foot. 

“You know, Traffy, we could have a lot of fun together…” You push harder against his erection with your foot. 

Law winces but he doesn’t respond. 

“Y-yeah?” He manages to pant out. 

You begin to slowly stroke your foot over his denim clad member, feeling it from base to tip, hot and aching to be freed. 

“Mhmm… Why don’t you take him out so we can play? You’re so hard Traffy, must hurt… We’re the only ones left out here, no need to be shy anymore…” You giggle. 

Law sucks in a breath before eventually undoing his belt and jeans buttons. His cock springs up as he pulls it out his pants and briefs, laying rigid against his abdomen. 

“Wow… you have such a pretty cock, Traffy…” You coo at him as you slip your left shoe off your foot and allow it to join your other foot in his lap. 

“D-don’t call me that…” Law whispers out. 

“Sorry…” You begin rubbing both of your feet up and down Law’s now exposed length. He watches your movements in awe as his mouth hangs farther open than before. “You’re just so cute I can’t help but tease you…” 

Law pays your words no mind as he is mesmerized by the sight of your pretty little feet stroking his cock. Soft pants leave his lips as you continue working him over. 

“You wanna cum like this, or do you wanna fuck me, Law?” You ask as you slide the ball of your right foot over his leaking tip. 

Without responding verbally, Law grunts and leans forward to pick you up by your waist and lay you down roughly on the table you had scooted out of the way earlier. He rips his shirt over his head, keeping his hat in place. He wastes no time and flips up your frilly pink dress to expose your panties that had grown wet from merely giving a powerful man a foot job. 

“I’m not waiting-“ Law says as he pushes your panties to the side and slides the head of his cock from your hole to your clit and back again, coating himself in your wetness. He pushes himself inside of you quickly, causing you to moan and arch your back. After a few experimental thrusts, Law picks up a quick pace and rams his hips into yours, curved cock hitting all the right places inside of you. 

“Oh, fuck, Law that’s so oh-!” Your eyes snap open at the foreign feeling only to see Law standing between your legs with the outside few toes of your right foot in his mouth. Eyes slammed shut, he doesn’t falter in his thrusts as he savors the taste of your skin on his tongue. He uses one hand to rub at your clit as he caresses your ankle with the other. 

“Dirty boy…” You coo up at him as you rake your nails down his abdomen. “You like sucking on my toes, you filthy boy?”

“Mmmm” Law manages to groan out as he peppers wet, sloppy kisses to the sole of your foot now, making sure every inch gets his attention. 

“Make me cum and I’ll let you blow all over them.” You demand as you wrap your other leg around his waist and pull him closer. 

“Fuck… swordsman wasn’t kidding…” Law grunts out as he picks up the pace of his hips, plowing into you with an ungodly force. He untangles your legs from his body and pushes them up to your chest, allowing himself the perfect angle to heighten your pleasure. 

With hands under the crooks of your knees, Law brings you tumbling over the edge of your high and you cried out his name to the starry sky above you as your orgasm overtakes you. With your cunt still pulsing, Law pulls his aching, throbbing cock begging for release from your tight hole and begins stroking it in front of you. 

Law grabs both your ankles in one hand and proceeds to blow rope after rope of hot white spend all over your delicate, pink painted toes. 

Breathing heavily still, Law takes a few moments to admire his handiwork. 

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” You quip from your exposed state on the table. 

Law shoves himself back into his pants and puts his shirt back on. He surprisingly takes the time to gently put your panties back into place and pull your dress down before helping you off the table. 

“You aren’t.. going to tell anyone about this… right?” He asks, hiding his eyes again with the brim of his hat. 

“About what? You liking feet?” You smirk. 

“Y-yeah…” 

“You’re secret is safe with me, Traffy.” You say with a wink. 

xx

*A/N ........ sorry :)*

[ddostoyevskyy]

❝𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐖 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍❞

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐕𝐈𝐈: Law of Irrationality, 𝐈!

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒... a bit emotional, ig

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄... hi. I've been inactive for a while, lmao. I miss being a writer sooo much, and things have been not really going too well for me as a writer, but I hope I get back to the track again. Short but quite emotional since I feel emotional these past few days:) Also, thank you for 800 followers! 🤍

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒... 1.6k words.

SERIES MASTERLIST

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄, 𝐈, 𝐈𝐈, 𝐈𝐈𝐈, 𝐈𝐕, 𝐕, 𝐕𝐈, 𝐕𝐈𝐈

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams; no mortal ever dared to dream before.

Ranpo stared at the newspaper in his hands with a subtle pout as he reads; carefully, every detail, words and sentences, those punctuation marks and even the firmness and refine remarks and humor — it was all familiar. He could hear your firm voice, mixed with a quite intimidating tone yet smooth pace; not too hurried and not too slow. He could even imagine the way your eyes blinks and how your lips moves; the way you can't quite handle an eye contact too long so you would roam your eyes around the room as you speaks.

He knew you all too well; he's a witness of your struggles, a victim of your ability and reason of your beliefs.

So, why do you feel so different right now?

His stare is definitely making you feel anxious as though he's reading every bit of you even how your shoulders rise and relaxes as you breathe. He knew you despise being stared at, but he can't help it. You feel different as though the seasons changes. The sparks in your eyes were definitely on another level now too. The youth were no longer in your face, even the fear that often flashes your eyes — although the fidget of your fingers were still there, a habit that definitely stays, you feel so difficult to read.

Ranpo knew you. After all these years, it was still you. Your presence is enough to irk him in a way and your silence felt heavy on his shoulder — just like before.

This feels suffocating.

"You seem irritated," You voiced out, catching his drifting attention to reality as his eyes flickers into yours. "What's on your mind?"

"You're a mind reader, why ask?" His voice were laced with a hint of annoyance and you swear you heard a 'hmph' when he raised the newspaper on his hands on his face that's out of your vision so you wouldn't see the pout forming on his lips.

"I don't use my ability that much anymore, it's giving me too much medications," You reply with a sigh. Ranpo lowered the newspaper away from his face as his eyes peak through and it bores in your figure. "Besides, aren't I called here for a consultation? My time is precious at these time of the day."

Ranpo frowned, rolling his eyes and dropping the newspaper on his table. He leaned on his seat before stretching his arms over his head with a satisfied hum and you watched him in silence.

"Fine! Let's now move on, then." He finally agrees and you sigh in relief. Being seated with nothing to do at all is not for you, atleast not anymore. You were used to strolled around the city or stuck in your office chair with your coffee for the nth time.

"Kenjiiiiiii, did you find another case on the streets?" Ranpo called out for the yellow haired boy and you glance over with a raised eyebrow. On the streets? Why is he making it sounds like a child play? Although, their occupation and purpose in the city had a huge difference to yours — this is not your playground to play despite fighting over the same rights. You knew how things works at the Agency, and your ability is definitely not applicable in any way if shit happens.

You don't wanna hold the gun, simply when you can't pull the trigger.

"Yes, Ranpo-san. I'll give you the details." Kenji answers with a bright smile. The boy definitely looks like the youngest member of the Agency and he has this really positive aura and outgoing personality.

"Come on, now, Atsushi. You go there with Ranpo-san. It would be your first intel too!"

Hearing their endless conversation, you stood up to ease the tension wavering in your heart. You were not a fan of interacting when your mind’s somewhere along the lines. Both heart and mind should connect — and you’ve been like that not until recently. Meeting Fukuzawa Yukichu — the one who raised and protected you and on your side no matter what, and Ranpo Edogawa — that man — the boy you grew up with; both of them made a huge complicated waves in your system that only them can waver and fix.

You already tortured yourself enough to forget everything from the past. But as you stumble upon the president’s office; the Agency members seems to be unbothered by the fact that you’re roaming around the office and they’ve only met you until today — your heart tightens in your chest.

Parenting 101, 2006 edition.

The book were neatly placed on the right side of the table, as if it was supposed to be there.

You can’t do this.

Your eyes roamed over the office, the shades of colors were all so familiar to you, the pleasing aesthetic made your heart calm, but there’s a clog on your throat.

You can’t do this —

“(Name).” A hand came down to your shoulder, warm and comforting and you finally snapped back to reality, eyes wavering and mouth gaping as you let out a breath you never knew you’re holding. His deep voice were surprisingly familiar to your ears.

I‘m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so, so, sorry — I didn’t mean it, I didn’t mean everything I did —

“I apologize if I stepped inside without permission.” You muttered, turning around, completely brushing off the warm hand as you face the President with formalities in your stoic face despite having your mind in turmoil. His grey eyes seems to be reading you like an open book and you hate how you let yourself be read — you let yourself be vulnerable again under the gaze of this man.

The man you called dad once.

“You don’t need to apologize.” (you were just a child). The lump in your throat tightens and your eyes watered as you stared at him and his lips softly parted when he stared at you.

You look exactly like that; back then, a few years ago, when you were lost in the world with blindfold over your eyes — and his arms loosens on his side as he gently raised them up, inviting you in his embrace and your tears finally welled up; you remembered exactly how you cry on his embrace back then, like a child you are, asking and seeking for a comfort of a man you called dad in the midsts of your tears.

And, right now, a few years after, you were back on his arms as he welcomes you again with the same warmth; he’s always been warm, you were just not too used to it. Your lips quiver in a quiet sob as he gently pats your back, basking you in silence you wanted — just like before — just like you always thought of home.

Amidst between; between the warmth — the cold come peering in between as though the storm never ended in your mind. It was a comforting silence of home until it became a quiet storm yet you opted to stay on his embrace; even though you saw what the future beholds — atleast right now, you could hold him a little longer.

This ability is a curse. Despite its right to find itself in the comfort of truth and prevails things downhill, you never use your ability right, after all.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

All Rights Reserved 2024 © ddostoyevskyy. Do not repost without permission or plagiarized.

[bullet-prooflove]

🥺 first time headcanon. For our Chicago Med boys please?

And I hear that you’re having a birthday soon. I know what you’re favorite animal is but what’s your favorite flower/plant?

Lmao my 36th birthday would you believe. I am really digging peonys at the moment! And peace lily's for plants.

So I have already written a fic on this but to revise it, the two of you met when you were both helping Goodwin with the Chicago Med Christmas Toydrive. The two of you got roped into wrapping in the conference room. Both of you got a little tipsy off home made eggnog and ended up making love on the conference table amidst the wrapping paper and bows. Jimmy knew he was in love because he never does shit like that and you bring something out in him.

Ohh you make this baby work for it.

Initially he makes a pass at you and you turn him down. Your next convo has him leaving the table pissed but the third... he tells you about Harper and you tell him why you got into children's custody law. It's the first time he's been up front with anyone and he kinda likes it.

It's the fifth date when he eventually gets to undress you. By this time he's gotten to know you as a person, and he's falling in love. He's slow, the way he strips off your clothes, lingering kisses on your skin as he whispers tender words over your form. He makes love for the first time in years that night.

Connor Rhodes - You are friends that turn to lovers. You met in Molly's bonded over a tough day and you make each other laugh. You move in seperate circles but always end up in the same space, gravitating towards one another. It starts with little touches, a hand on the shoulder, palm on the lower back and hugs and it starts from there.

One night he invites you back to his apartment to test his top shelf booze and you end up in each other's personal space, clothes brushing and he asks you why have we never...

You kiss and it's all over for that two of you. He makes love to you on the couch because he can't stand not being able to touch you, or waiting any longer. You straddle his waist, hands in his hair tugging just a little and it blows his mind.

Throughout the duration of your friendship you have care of one another and even in bed you are still taking care of him.

Will falls in love with you the moment he sees you. When Jay introduces you as his colleague from Intelligence he is smitten almost immediately and the feeling is mutual. A couple of drinks later and the chemistry is flying. You end up going home with him that night. He's attentive in his love making, taking you apart and leaving you wrecked in his sheets. When you try to leave the next morning, he's already drawing you back into bed for round two and how can you resist

[littlerat2]

Fan Language

@prinxietyweek Prinxiety Week Day 3

Prompt: Royalty/Vampire

Warnings: Poison mention, genocide mention, death mention, murder mention, terminal illness mention

Words: 4,028

AO3

Author’s Note: Janus uses He/Him pronouns, but I love calling him the mom, so he will be referred to as “mother” and “mom” in this story <3 Also oh wow this turned out much longer than I thought it would. How many times can I edit this post bc I forgot something? Lmao, currently sitting at four times.

Virgil leaned against the cold stone wall, looking out over the palace gardens. He hadn’t been here in many years. The last time he’d set foot inside of the Sunstrom palace walls, he was just a kid.

That was before the war broke out. If you could even call it a war. It was more like a massacre. The king had sent his best men into the city with one purpose: Killing vampires.

His people were scarce, but ever so slowly, they were starting to rebuild.

The vampire court had always been different from other royal settings. From their earliest days, vampires had hidden deep within the kingdom. You’d probably talk to one every day, unknowing, before the massacre. They were regular people. Running shops, guarding posts. There were even a few on the royal council. They were normal citizens just like everyone else. They just lived under two kingdoms. The Sunstrom kingdom, and the Caedis kingdom.

Two kingdoms meant two sets of law.

Caedis law didn’t interfere with Sunstrom law. King Janus had made sure of that. He wanted to coexist peacefully with humans. In fact, most of the laws were put in place to protect humans. For a while, the royal family was happy with this arraignment.

Until one of the princes was turned.

No one knew the whole story. Not even Virgil knew- which was an impressive example of covering something up, because Virgil heard all of the kingdom’s drama from Janus.

The version of the story Virgil had heard was that Prince Remus had been courting one of Janus’ advisors. One thing had led to another, and Remus had asked the advisor to turn him. After a long conversation about what that might entail, the advisor obliged, and Remus’ father was not pleased. He’d outlawed any known vampires, and urged humans to out any in hiding. 

That was about four years ago.

And now, Virgil was standing in front of the palace garden, preparing to fix what the king had done to their kingdom.

He was sent to kill the king, as well as the remaining prince. This would leave the throne to Remus, and from there, vampires would be re-welcomed into the kingdom.

As he scanned the rose garden for his target, he heard what sounded like flapping behind him. He whipped around, but nothing was there. He heard it again, and his eyes snapped up to the vine-ridden balcony he didn’t know was behind him. Leaning on the railing was none other than Prince Roman.

He wore the most beautiful silk gown Virgil had ever seen. It hugged him around the waist and hips, and it had puffy sleeves that ended around the prince’s biceps. Virgil thought he might die if he had to get blood on it. A perfect little tiara sat nestled into his bushy chestnut hair.

 In his gloved hands, he held an ivory fan webbed with a fiery red silk. It was embroidered with intricate golden accents, though Virgil couldn’t make out what they were from this distance.

The prince smirked when Virgil caught his gaze. He started twirling the fan in his left hand. It had been a while since Virgil had attended any sort of ball or meeting in the vampire court, but he thought he could remember fan language well enough. He was pretty sure twirling the fan in your left hand meant ‘we are watched.’.

He looked around, and sure enough, two guards were perched behind the hedges. How had he not noticed them?

“You two are dismissed,” Roman’s voice called softly over the balcony. Virgil would do anything to hear that gorgeous voice again.

The two guards shared an apprehensive look, before walking past Virgil and disappearing inside.

Roman looked down at Virgil once more. He just smiled, holding his fan in front of his face with his right hand as he turned around, and walked back inside. Virgil knew that meant ‘follow me’, so he did, if for nothing else but to satiate his own curiosity. He grabbed a few thick bunches of vines that hung from the balcony, and climbed up. He had to use a bit of extra vampire strength to get himself there, but he made it in the end.

When he reached the top, the prince was waiting for him inside by the door. His fan had been discarded to a small table with two chairs. 

Without the distance, or the fan, Virgil could now clearly see the man’s features. The corners of his delicate lips were pulled upwards in a soft smile. His jade eyes were kind and inviting. The skin around them crinkled just slightly, and Virgil couldn’t keep his gaze away.

What was he doing? He couldn’t sit here, thinking about how pretty the prince was. He was supposed to kill him! He didn’t think he had it in him anymore.

“Well? Are you going to come in? Or would you prefer to continue gawking at me in the cold?” Roman teased. His voice was deep and rich. Silky smooth on Virgil’s ears. What else could he do but walk inside?

As soon as he set foot in the door, Roman’s smile seemed to widen.

“There we go,” he said softly. “It’s much warmer inside, isn’t it?”

Virgil nodded dumbly. He could feel a fog seeping into his head. It wasn’t a bad feeling. It was quite gentle and warm. And very, very distracting.

“I’ve got tea!” Roman nearly skipped over to the kitchenette on the other side of the room, and grabbed a shiny tray with two teacups, and a white teapot. He set it on the little circular table, and pulled out a chair. “Come, sit! I’m dying to hear you talk, you know.”

Virgil sat down, trying not to look as eager as he felt. “Thank you,” He said softly. 

“Of course,” Roman said, taking a seat. “Your voice is lovely, darling.”

Virgil blinked in surprise for a moment. “I- uh- thank you,” he stammered. “Yours is too,” he added meekly. He felt heat crawl up his neck at how shaky his own words sounded.

“Thank you. My name is Roman.” 

“Virgil,” he replied. 

Roman nodded, and poured tea into both of their cups. He passed one to Virgil before taking a sip from the remaining cup. Virgil raised his own cup to his lips, but paused before it made contact. “It isn’t poisoned. You watched me pour it, and I’ve just taken a drink.”

“There could be poison on the inside of my cup,” Virgil countered. “You could have treated it before I came inside.”

Roman looked purely startled.

“I didn’t think of that,” he admitted. “Well, it might do me some good to have you present during my next meeting.” The prince huffed out a small laugh. “You think of everything, don’t you?” He slid his own teacup in Virgil's direction. “You can have mine, then.” He plucked the teacup out of Virgil’s hands, and took a sip. “There’s no garlic, silver, or crucifixes in it, either,” he said with a teasing glint in his eyes.

Virgil’s eyes widened. He had a disguise. Janus had even changed his eye color, and hid his fangs with magic. How did he know?

“Don’t worry! I’m not going to call the guards!” Roman reassured quickly. “I just want to get to know you. That’s all, darling.”

“How did you know?” Virgil asked, curling in on himself just slightly.

“You were always latched onto your king’s leg when he came to visit. When we were children,” Roman said with a chuckle.

“My mother,” Virgil clarified. Roman’s eyes went wide, but he smiled.

“A fellow prince!” He beamed. “It took me a moment to realize who you were, but when I did, I knew I was right.”

“That was years ago. How did you remember that?” Virgil asked, disbelief clear in his tone. “We never even spoke.”

Roman shrugged. “Good memory, I guess. I mean, you clearly remembered my face.”

“You’re the prince. Of course I remembered your face,” Virgil said, maybe with a little more bite than intended.

“You’re a prince, too,” Roman countered with a smug smile.

“Not a well known one. Other than your family, and other vampires, I’m not sure many people knew Caedis even had a prince, back then.” Virgil took a wary sip of his tea. Sweetness exploded over his tongue. He’d never tasted anything like it. It was full-bodied and sweet, but also had a little spice.

“Whatever,” Roman brushed off. Virgil found he didn’t mind all that much. “So, tell me,” the prince rested his chin on the heel of his hand, leaning forward to look at Virgil, “What is a dashing vampire like yourself doing here this late at night.” 

Virgil’s heart sank, and it must have shown on his face, because Roman’s browline pinched in worry.

“I’m sorry, darling. I didn’t mean to-”

“I was sent to kill you,” Virgil blurted, before slapping a hand over his mouth. “And your father.”

“O-oh,” Roman said, taken aback.

“I don’t think I want to, though,” Virgil mumbled, peering down into his tea. He watched the liquid ripple with his words, and he tried to let it calm him.

If Roman was uncomfortable around Virgil after that confession, he certainly didn’t show it. 

“May I ask why?”

“Why I don’t want to kill you? Or why I was supposed to?” Virgil asked, a soft, slightly bitter laugh escaping his lips. He was afraid he’d already ruined this. Roman was kind, and interesting. Why did he have to say that?

“Why not both?” Roman asked, a playful smile on his face.

“Well… You’re intriguing, Princey,” Virgil said honestly.

“Oh? How so?” 

“It’s just… I don’t know. You just… You’ve got a story.”

“Everyone does.”

“But I want to know yours,” Virgil said, absentmindedly. “You’re nothing like I thought you’d be.”

Roman looked gobsmacked for a second. Stunned, even. His eyes looked almost pleading, but no request left his lips.

“What did you expect?” He asked, his voice going quiet. Almost airy, even.

“I don’t know… Hostility? Arrogance? You’re a prince,” Virgil scoffed.

Roman guffawed. “You’re a prince, too!”

“I wasn’t raised as one,” Virgil said, swishing around the tea in his cup. He still hadn’t decided if it was safe to drink, or not.

Roman raised an eyebrow at him. “You weren’t?”

“Nope. I didn’t get all of the stuffy crap the rest of you royals get.”

“Then… How were you raised?” Roman asked. Virgil thought his voice had softened, but he must be imagining it.

“I don’t remember a lot of it. I was pretty sick growing up. Janus found me. I was almost dead by the time he did.” He could see Roman connecting the dots in his head, before the tiniest gasp escaped the prince’s lips.

“So he turned you to save your life, and raised you as his own,” he said, incredulous.

“Yep. Even then, he just… raised me like a normal kid. I wasn’t made out to be a prince until the massacre.”

Virgil hadn’t meant to call it a massacre in front of Roman, but he couldn’t say he regretted it. He couldn’t say he was wrong, either.

The prince opened his mouth to speak, but closed it, looking down at his gloves. He tried again, but Virgil spoke before Roman got a chance to.

“I was sent to kill you- and your father- so we could put your brother on the throne,” he murmured. “We were hoping to bring vampires back into the kingdom.”

The prince seemed to regain his composure, because he now wore a sympathetic expression.

“What happened to your people wasn’t fair.”

Virgil knew he wasn’t being sincere. He couldn’t be. “You don’t have to lie to me, Princey,” he sneered. “I already told you I’m not going to kill you.”

He thought he might be imagining the offended look on Roman’s face.

“I’m not!” He spat. “I don’t agree with what my father did. I tried to stop him! He wouldn’t listen.”

Virgil shook his head. This was cruel. Maybe Roman didn’t even like him. Maybe this was all just some sick mind game. Maybe the guards were on their way right now. Maybe-

“Do you know why Remus asked to be turned?” Roman said, his voice now gentle and quiet. He didn’t look at Virgil anymore. No, he just peered into the depths of his teacup.

Virgil shook his head.

“No one does.”

“I do,” Roman murmured. “He could see the strain between our kingdoms. We both could. He thought that if he was turned… Maybe our dad would be more lenient with your kind.”

“He was already courting an advisor in my father’s court. Why did he have to become a vampire himself?” Virgil asked, in honest curiosity.

“Logan was just an advisor. That wouldn’t be enough to stop a war from breaking out. If anything, that would just protect Logan, not the rest of you.” Roman shook his head. “We thought that if one of us turned, our dad would see vampires as regular people, just like us. I guess we didn’t really think that through, though…” 

Virgil was shocked by the sincerity in his voice. He hadn’t expected much from any of the Sunstrom royal family. Remus was different. He’d left the kingdom. That had to be for a reason, right?

“Thank you for trying,” Virgil said softly.

“I was hoping we could try again?” Roman asked, a hopeful glint in his eye. “That’s not the only reason I wanted to talk to you,” he added swiftly. “But, if you’re the vampire prince… Well, that means we might be able to fix things between our kingdoms.”

Virgil thought for a moment. Was Roman implying what Virgil thought he was? He could admit, he thought Roman was kind, and he wanted to get to know him more, but he had just met the man.

“I’m not saying we get married!” Roman reassured, as if reading his mind. “But… maybe we could convince our fathers to negotiate, instead of…”

“Killing each other?” Virgil offered with a grim laugh.

“Yeah.”

“Okay. Yeah, let’s… let’s try that. It’s not like it could get much worse.”

“That just means there’s nothing left to lose,” Roman said with a smile. It looked a little strained, but Virgil didn’t comment on it. “Now, where were we, darling?”

Was he really okay with jumping back into casual conversation? Or did he just want to change the subject? Virgil wasn’t sure, but he was grateful either way. He didn’t particularly want to talk about his kingdom’s downfall, nor did he want to think about the fact that one day, he would be responsible for his rapidly dwindling subjects.

He took another sip of tea, and smiled slightly. “I like this tea,” he said to fill the silence.

“I’m glad,” Roman said with a smile. “Have you had it before?” He picked up the teapot and refilled Virgil’s cup. For the first time, Virgil realized the painting on the side. It was some variety of frog Virgil had never seen, with a little crown on its head, painted in incredible detail. It made Virgil smile.

“Not to my knowledge,” He said with a soft laugh. “I like your frog.”

“Oh! Thank you! I painted it,” Roman bragged, glowing with pride. “Would you like to see some of my other paintings?”

“Sure,” Virgil smiled. 

Roman jumped up. “Wait right here! I’ll be back in no time at all!” He rushed off behind a curtain somewhere, bouncing excitedly with every step. Virgil briefly wondered if anyone else had ever asked to see his art. Or if anyone else ever had the privilege.

He wouldn’t admit it, but he loved art. Janus had bought him a few paintings to decorate his room with when he was younger, and from then, he was amazed. He didn’t understand how some people could create such beautiful pictures by smearing paint on a piece of fabric. He thought it must have been some sort of magic.

Roman came back into the room holding several different pieces of canvas, each a different size. He moved the teapot and the tray, but left their cups. He laid out the different sheets of fabric, and Virgil smiled when he saw several different types of frog sitting before him. There were other animals too. A couple of foxes, a family of deer, even a bat or two. But the frogs definitely outnumbered any other species.

“You really like frogs, huh?” He teased.

Roman looked at him with a very serious expression. “I love frogs.”

Virgil couldn’t help the bright laughter that bubbled up in his chest. “We have a lot of frogs at home.”

Roman gave the most excited gasp Virgil had ever heard. “You guys have frogs?!”

“Yep. I hear them right outside my window at night.”

“Oh my stars. I need one,” Roman said, hands flying to his cheeks.

“You need a frog?” Virgil asked with a soft chuckle.

“Yes, I need a frog, Virgil!” Roman spat. “Will you bring me a frog?”

Virgil sat in disbelief for a solid few seconds.

“You heard me.”

He burst out laughing. “I will… see what I can do.” He loved the hopeful smile that took up residence on Roman’s face. “But you’ve got to learn how to take care of it.”

“I will find every book about frogs in the kingdom, if you bring me a frog,” Roman said, looking directly into Virgil’s eyes. “I mean it.”

“Then… I’ll see if I can’t bring you a frog,” Virgil giggled. He took another sip of his tea, and looked back at the menagerie of paintings before him. “These are really good, Princey,” He said sincerely.

“You think so?” Roman asked, eyes wide. He had a look of pure disbelief on his face.

“Yeah! Why do you look so surprised?”

“Well…” The prince rubbed the back of his neck. “No one has told me they like my art before. I mean, Remus has. But he’s my brother. He kinda has to.”

“Well, I think these are really cool,” Virgil said, looking over the assortment again. His eyes landed on a smaller painting, not much larger than his teacup. It showed a little frog sitting in the grass. On top of its head was a purple flower missing its stem. It looked like a little hat. “I like this one a lot.”

Roman smiled, pushing the cloth closer to Virgil. “Take it.”

Virgil was taken aback. “You’re sure?” He asked softly. Roman nodded, and Virgil tucked the little painting into his coat. “Thank you.”

“Of course!”

Virgil kept looking over the paintings, marveling in their detail as he let himself relax. But, as always, there was the little pang of doubt deep in his stomach, telling him something was wrong.

“Why aren’t you mad at me? I literally told you I was supposed to murder you,” He blurted, incredulous. 

“People try to kill me all the time, darling,” Roman said quietly, something melodic to his voice. “But you know what doesn’t happen all that often?”

Virgil gave the softest shake of his head, enamored by the sudden shift in Roman’s tone.

“People don’t try to talk to me,” Roman said sadly. “I’m not a person to them. I’m a pretty face. A stepping stone on their way to potential power!... They don’t try to understand me. They don’t even try to know me. You did.”

Virgil flushed at the pure passion radiating from Roman’s words. From his eyes, and his expression. Every part of this man is bursting with emotion so strong, Virgil might be able to feel it himself.

Roman placed a warm hand on his, and he could feel hundreds of little purple butterflies flapping their wings against the walls of his stomach. They only got stronger, as Roman leaned in close, nose just centimeters away. His deep, green eyes peered into Virgil’s lavender ones.

“You did, Virgil. So I think our time together is more than worth a death threat or two. Don’t you?”

Virgil couldn’t help the wide smile that broke out over his face. He couldn’t stop his gaze from softening if he tried. He couldn’t resist placing his free hand over Roman’s, and brushing it with his thumb gently.

“I do,” He said, voice no higher than a whisper. He knew Roman could hear it. He didn’t need more than a whisper. This moment was theirs, and no one else’s.

Roman’s hand landed on his fan once more. He held it upside down, not bothering to open it. He brought it to his lips, pressing the handle into them softly. He smiled underneath it.

Virgil knew what that meant. He pressed his lips to Roman’s, not having to be told twice.

The kiss was soft, chaste, and just filled with emotion. It was everything Virgil never knew he’d wanted. Roman’s lips tasted just like the tea they were drinking, and Virgil wondered if he could bring some home, just to have a bit of this moment with him while he was away.

If he couldn’t kill Roman before, he definitely couldn’t now. He didn’t know what he’d do if he never got to kiss this man again. He’d surely lose his mind.

As if furthering his point, Roman cupped Virgil’s cheek and deepened the kiss, raking his other hand through Virgil’s inky hair.

When the two separated, Virgil mourned the end for a moment, before Roman’s nose pressed against his own. The two just stared at each other in wonder, forehead to forehead.

“You’re beautiful,” Roman whispered, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of Virgil’s nose. He flushed, letting a smile tear across his face.

“You are, too,” Virgil murmured. He let his hands wander up to Roman’s cheeks as he closed his eyes and basked in the contact for a few long minutes.

He melted as Roman hummed a soft tune. The sound caressed his ears, and he could already see himself in his room longing to hear it again. When had he become so sappy? Maybe that was just a side effect of being around the world’s most dramatic prince.

As much as he wished he could stay here for hours, he knew he was running out of time. Reluctantly, he pulled away.

“As lovely as this is, I should go. I’m expected home by sunrise,” Virgil whispered sadly. “But, I want to see you again,” he said desperately and quickly. The words poured out of him before he even registered them in his mind. “I want to do this again,” he motioned between the two of them. “I-I want to talk again. I just want to be with you.”

“You will,” Roman proclaimed, determination strong in his voice. “You will. We will. I’ll make sure of it.” He rushed over to his wardrobe, retrieving a pitch black fan with purple webbing and silver accents. He placed it ever so gently in Virgil’s hands. “Take this. If all goes well, you’ll need it.” Roman winked. “The guards shouldn’t give you much trouble, if they see you have it. They know I don’t just give those out to anyone.”

Virgil flushed and looked down at the fan, admiring it briefly before looking back up at Roman.

“Send me a letter as soon as you get home safely. Find Remy. He’ll get it to me safely.”

Virgil’s surprise must have shown on his face, because Roman gave a smug little laugh.

“What? I had to keep in touch with my brother somehow after he left.” His smile turned sad. “Take care of him, will you? Tell him I miss him.”

“I will.”

Roman looked at him for a moment, an odd look on his face. Then, he slowly wrapped his arms around Virgil in a gentle, yet tight hug. He pulled back, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead.

“I’ll talk to you soon,” Virgil murmured as he pulled away.

“I look forward to your letters, my love,” Roman said with a dramatic flourish. Virgil giggled.

And then, he was off.

Author’s Note: Thank you so much to edupunkn00b in the Raven’s Roost discord server for helping me come up w the name for the vamp kingdom! <3 And thank you to @cats-soups for helping me design Roman’s fan <3

If you guys want a part two of this, I’d prob be down to write some more in this universe :) Can’t promise a whole timeline, but I can prob write some little bits from the story, like Remus’ relationship and being turned, Virgil and Roman’s relationship, the aftermath of this fic, ect. <3

[dkniade]

what are your thoughts on fontaine so far?

Oh hello! As someone who’s been gathering information from fan posts only and not the actual game (I think if I do play I’ll just play GI for the scenery and not the quests since it feels better than way. Something about burnout and wondering what kind of game actually intrigues me. Anyway)—

(Slight 4.0 spoilers…??? Mostly rambling about character design)

Fontaine sounds interesting. Well, I find it easier to let trailers/characters/quests sit for at least some time when it comes to new region and cast releases. Trying to see what makes me happy instead of just following the hype.

I feel kinda like a bard getting stories from other travelers, haha..

Seems Tartaglia got into another order-loving region’s trouble. I saw the cutscene where he starts to transform but Neuvillette interrupts him and he just kinda lies on the floor when the dust clears. Amazing

I wanna see Neuvillette cry even more. I wanna see him break down or something. It’s always fun to see a usually serious/stoic (?) character be vulnerable. Also Furina and Neuvillette’s dynamic seem interesting… It’s been compared to Hu Tao and Zhongli it seems? Blue/white vs red/black parallels…

Furina looks cute! I like the layers and shades of blue! Feel like she could use some longer pants. She’s got the💧 droplet shape all over her outfit and even in her eyes. Very nice motif. I love symbolic designs… Also I love how her eyelashes are stylized.

I’ve read that Focalors’ name in the English dub is pronounced closer to the French way of Foçalors (FOH-sa-lor) despite not having the “ç” (c cédille, or so a search tells me) in the official spelling. That’s like seeing “Français” be written as “Francais” (“Fran-KEH”) but still pronounced “Fran-SEH”, haha

Edit: Focalors’ name is from the Latin name Focalor from the Ars Goetia, so it would be pronounced with a /k/ in English after all. Though in the French version of the game it’s written as Foçalors which would make it with a /s/ in French.

Neuvillette seems to have a slight ⚖️ scale motif mixed with the French fleur-de-lis ⚜️ upside down… (Not visible in this visual but it’s the ends of his blue lapels.) Very cool detail for the Chief Justice of Fontaine. Probably had the same tailor as Dainsleif. Also I thought that he’s got similar motifs to Song of Broken Pines lmao. I like the feather in his hair.

Come to think of it before 4.0 I’ve always imagined Focalors to be a mature woman (Hydro Ningguang or something) and didn’t expect Furina and Neuvillette at all… No, actually, when his visual released, I thought it’d be really cool if Neuvillette was a woman (while having the exact same design as canon) who’s actually Focalors, haha. Handsome long-haired women in suits and fancy layers… hehe.

Since Neuvillette’s character intro card lists “??? - Hydro” initially I thought he was the actual archon working behind the scenes and Furina was like, a decoy archon at the front. From the 3.8 event I had the impression that optical illusion is a motif for Fontaine, haha. It would’ve been interesting if the God of Justice is using a decoy to deceive people, I felt. Something like an AU where Chief Justice Neuvillette is all about justice and law but has a soft spot for and tolerates Furina. And everyone thinks Furina is the Hydro Archon but actually she’s just an assistant (? Right hand woman?) and Neuvilette is the actual Hydro Archon— wait is that kinda like Arlecchino with Lyney & Lynette hahaha. Anyway—

Speaking of cool lady, Clorinde looks really handsome. The wispy hair, the sharp hat, the cold look— To me she feels like… I dunno, a combination of Furina and Neuvillette hahaha. Apparently she’s the body guard of Furina? I wonder how it’d be if Clorinde and Furina swapped clothes…

…Come to think of it, out of Furina, Clorinde, Arlecchino, Lynnette, Charlotte, and Navia, it’s only the last two that have their shoulders not covered by clothing, huh? Lynnette’s design with the black/white/teal colour scheme is refreshingly simple for a Genshin character… It’s nice.

TL;DR: apparently (one of) my type(s) of character design is just androgynous women in fancy long-sleeved jackets and long pants, a hat/other distinctive head-area decoration, with symbolic motifs and long ribbons/capes, black/navy and white base with bright blue and gold accents… Light/dark contrast between hair/face area and top-half clothing colour… (E.g. Furina with a white outfit, or dark-skinned Clorinde with a black/navy outfit wouldn’t look as distinctive to me.)

…That’s basically Eula isn’t it. Eula looks really pretty but I think she’d look better with long pants and not the belts/harnesses. Also, personally I feel the right side of her lapel and her cape doesn’t read very clearly. There’s too much going on near her upper torso (similar shapes to Kaeya). She’d look even better if her lapels are sleeker and the excessive details overall are toned down. Mmm, actually— Now that I’ve finally read her entire character story for the first time (I want to cry because of how the symbols tie into her story and personality well), I think it’d be nice if the glacier vs spindrift idea is more present in her outfit, with some dance motifs… A beautiful and proud blade that shimmers above the waves, twirling amidst the candles’ glow…

[captainjimothycarter]

okay but peggy accidentally calling phillips "dad" one day asdfhdjfjdhs

Okay, I imagined that scene from Brooklyn 99 where Jake calls Holt dad but instead, this came out from Phillip’s POV and it’s just a hot mess. I have no idea what this is, lmao.

But I absolutely love this idea, it just slips and they just run with it. This took me longer to write than it should've, but damn my sinuses.

It's on AO3 Too! 

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“Carter, this needs your lookover before I approve of sending your boys out lollygagging in California for two weeks.”

Lord knows he’d send Rogers and Barnes to Alaska if it get them out of his hair for two weeks. Some quiet and...well, he might miss the buggers. Carter on the other hand, she never minded time away, but he knew her focus would be on breaking down the intel that they’d so generally taken from the last raid of an underground Hydra base.

He didn’t even see Carter get up from the desk, felt the file tugged from his hands as he turned to focus on the next bunch. File after file, that’s all his job had become. Safer behind a desk where he wasn’t signing letters telling parents their poor son had died in a worthless war.

“They’re not lollygagging,” Carter told him, gently chiding him for the tenth time. “They’re pulling Stark out of whatever the hell he’s doing to get his ass back here. We’re close to finishing Project Playground.” 

“The Playground,” Phillips mumbled, shaking his head. “Who comes up with these ridiculous names? Here, make sure they get this too.”

“If I remember correctly,” she hummed, snatching the black bag from his hand. “You do, Dad.”

Did she - 

No, no there was no damn way that he heard that correctly. There was no way on this God Green Earth that Carter had called him dad.

It must’ve been the years he’s spent next to the artillery that caused his ears to ring, for him to lose his hearing. There was no damn way he’d heard Carter of all people call him dad. Sure, he could see one of Rogers’ posse doing this as a joke or even Barnes while laughing his tail off but not Carter.

Carter might’ve been the closest thing he had to a daughter and unfortunately, that meant came with Rogers technically being his son-in-law and whatever the hell Barnes was to either of them, but Carter knew her father. Her mother might’ve been a piece of work and Rogers’ mother had adopted her right up as a ‘daughter she never had’ but the point still stood.

Well, all logic went out the window the second that he looked over to her, after what must’ve been a mistake, a slip of the tongue, and well - the pure panic in her expression said it all. He would’ve let it go, brushed it off as a slip of the tongue, a mistake they all made but it became impossible to ignore when he heard Barnes’ terrible attempts at stifling his laughter.

To give him some credit, the man was trying to cover his mouth but the longer he tried to stop himself from laughing, the harder he started to laugh until he was doubled over, hands on his knees and the sound of his laughter echoed around them.

At least Rogers had some sense to not laugh and throw Barnes a look, not that Barnes could see either his or Carter’s look. Damn, that woman knew how to give meaning to if looks could kill. There was certainly a venomous quality to her look. 

“I’m going for some fresh air,” Carter announced before promptly marching out of the room.

The silence left behind was tense, at least Barnes had caught himself and stopped giggling, clearing his throat. He looked between them and where the door Carter had just marched out of.

“I should...” He started to say, throwing a thumb towards the door, Rogers stopping him mid-sentence with a slow shake of his head.

“You two should do the job I pay you for,” Phillips grumbled at them, rising to his feet. He brushed off their concerned look, following after Carter’s mumbling.

It didn’t take long to find her pacing the hall, hearing her mumbling only growing louder as he stepped closer. He leaned into the wall, arms crossed over his chest, and watched her for a while. It was the embarrassment of the situation that got to her, amongst he knew, but as he watched her struggle to light a cigarette, thinking better of it before shoving the objects hidden underneath the false brick in the pillar, he couldn’t help but smirk.

“Y’know, I would be proud to call you my daughter,” he told her after a minute, making sure that brick wasn’t in her hand. He knew her tendency to swing when startled and her impeccable aim with any projectile in her hands.

“Sir, I didn’t-”

Phillips shook his head and smiled at her, those rare types of smiles that showed past the chiseled walls the old colonel had built around himself to protect himself. Those very walls that these three damn idiots, the ones responsible for his stress and anyeriusms, he swore, had chiseled away at overtime.

They got on his nerves, they drove him to the brink of insanity. They annoyed him. They disobeyed every damn rule he’s ever laid in place but he knew their reasoning. Beyond all the white collar, bureaucracy, and political bullshit that was their jobs, he knew at the end of the day those three would do whatever it took to do the right thing.

He knew from the very first day that he’d met Carter, she was different. She had a spark, a flame of life that no white-collar asshole could ever tame. She needed to prove herself time and time again, no matter what it took.

That's what he admired about her and, unfortunately, for him, that spark just only grew by the time she met Rogers. They both carried that damn fire.

“Peggy, listen,” Phillips said in a soft tone that asked her to just listen to him. “I’m honored that you see me like that. It was a slip of a tongue but I couldn’t be more proud to see you as my daughter. You’re everything I would’ve wanted to call my own kin.”

“You’re not getting soft on me, are you?” Peggy teased, blinking hard to fight back the tears. “I-” 

She stopped and cleared her throat, trying to find the right words to say. There were none, of all the words in the English dictionary, none could be summoned to describe the feelings rising in both of them. Instead, he acted first. He pulled her into a tight hug, feeling her arms wrap around him.

“I’m proud of you, Peggy,” he told her as they pulled away, gently wiping away the stray tear from her face. “I’m proud of all that you’ve done and all that you will do. Even if you did bring those two numbnuts into my life.”

“Y’know we can hear you!” Bucky called down the hall. “You have to admit we made your life better, Chester!”

Barnes was the only damn one who was brave enough - no, stupid enough to ever call him by his first name. Yet, all he could do was laugh softly at Carter’s eyes sparkling as she laughed. 

“You made my life a living hell!” He called back to Bucky.

“No,” Peggy corrected. “We made your life more interesting, Dad.”

[officeobject]

Poll Drama: Uhhhhhhhh ...

NAAAHH, it's okay, just a coincidence, since pronouns don't equal gender! Also, uhm, just gotta - *throws out any mentions I've ever made in my head about feeling sad and alone on Fridays* - ANYWAYS, that's fecking weird, and interesting, and fun - oh well, no one's gonna talk to me, so it's okay -

Like, look, turns out, 2 out of my 3 teenie boy fans, have something non-platonic going on for me (lmao, hormone people), so, like, yeah - but also, don't worry gamers, everyone gets over it - but I guess I should stop whining that no one has a crush on me.

Actually, I just got a poll question idea!

Xanderverse knowledge, but:

Jasric is the concept of my boyfriend, created before I was all apothiaroace, when I was 13 or when I was a kid or something. Therefore, he has some ... uhm ... CONCERNING tendencies, but is nice, polite, obedient, romantic - yeah, that whole type - just because I say I want a boyfriend doesn't mean I want one nor am gonna be creative about it - anyways, I made him into a character, which he is STILL ALSO ambiguous as, because I keep not being able to decide on things from his country, to his appearance, to his personal life, to his hobbies outside of me (if he has any). Currently, I mainly see him as a ravenhead (meaning he has black hair), who has a boyband or something, or whatever, and is Japanese (because he was inspired by random anime boys I was aesthetically attracted to - seriously, I wonder why the feck I'm even asking what country he's from) - and due to also being a product of me creating a boyfriend for what I THOUGHT current me would be like, he is of course, EXTREMELY sexual - like, I didn't realize that amount was abnormal and how that I look back, I'm both concerned and laughing - and is greyaroace. It's an inside-joke that he died, because at some point I felt like my (romantic) soulmate was dead - like, I no longer felt like I had one, and because - I don't know if he was ever originally created for ME, but he was created for LIANNE, which is the concept/character of my future personality, which ended up being, like, basically the OPPOSITE of what I am. Full name: Jasric Kazuki Blackwood.

JUN on the other hand, is an even more barebones concept/character, for my "a lot of the times romance-repulsed", sex-repulsed, current self - as in, Jasric the ideal boyfriend, but ACTUALLY for me. Now, I don't really WANT to admit that I don't want a boyfriend (based on the reasons I say I want one), and that I'd be toxic towards one, and would trash him any day for that 30 year old who stared at me today in the window, so he's a thing. He's beautiful, he's based on random k-pop boys I was aesthetically attracted to, he's basically exactly like Jun, except he is more polite, probably a streamer or something, I can't decide things about him either, apothiace, and of course, the romantic equivalent of horny, because why have a boyfriend if he's not constantly simping for you in some way? Oh and also Jun doesn't break the fecking LAW. Maybe there's some other differences, Lord knows - yeah I've had at least Jasric for years and he is extremely not thought out - but yeah, Jun is a newer, 2023 (or 2024, I don't remember), concept, and I can't tell if he's "dead" or not.

[steddie-island]

What tv show/movie do you wish everyone would watch? Either it's underrated or it has a meaning/theme that you think is important or it's just your favorite of all time etc etc :)

Okay I’ve been thinking about this for over an hour and honestly I do a lot of TV watching so I feel like sitting on it for longer is not going to make this an easier thing to answer.

Crazy Ex Girlfriend - It’s a musical show with such a diverse cast. It hits on mental illness as like the main theme but it also has - a fat character who never diets and her fatness is never talked about (which, please god more of this. If I see another fat character written so someone can be on a goddamn diet or be the comedic relief the whole show I’m gonna rip my own hair out.) She’s allowed to be a whole person and have wants and needs outside of her family and her job and I just fucking love Paula. It has middle aged queer representation (please go look up Gettin’ Bi, where the man who owns this law firm comes out to his entire company during a meeting.) Like there’s just so much good shit that we get to see not just talked about but talked about in a way that I feel like is handled really fucking well. Plus it’s just so goddamn funny ( ‘Heavy Boobs’ is a song that still gets referenced a lot in my house lmao.)

Honorable mentions (because like I said I watch a lot of TV): Bob’s Burgers (please god that family is so messed up and they love each other so much. The season 13 Christmas episode makes me weep it’s so soft), Galavant (another musical show but one that did not get a satisfying ending since the main character’s actor left to do something else and they kind of sort of ended on a cliff hanger? But it’s still a good show overall!!) Drop Dead Diva- not a musical show but a show about a thin woman who dies in a car accident and comes back in the body of a fat woman, and she has to learn about fatness and loving herself and has to unlearn a lot of Shit that we’re force fed by society about fatness and. I don’t remember if that one holds up completely, it’s been a long time since I watched, but at one point it made my fat girl heart so happy. She’s strong and beautiful and so goddamn smart and she had love!! Interests!!! 🥰🥰🥰 Like she’s seen as desirable and that was so surprising and made me cry. I ALMOST LEFT STEVEN UNIVERSE OFF OF THIS! The body representation, the gender representation, the way mental health and trauma are talked about just. 15/10 I love that show to death. Plus it’s a cartoon with such gorgeous animation and the best color palettes and just. Yeah. I cannot believe I almost left it off. (plus it’s also musical in the way that Bob’s burgers is. Not every episode has a song but the ones that do are *chef’s kiss.* love that shit.)

I know I’m leaving a lot of good shit off of here, (I was trying to think of movies and literally cannot think of anything outside of Jordan Peele’s work right now, but slap that man’s name on it and I am fucking watching it at least once).

I could literally talk about this shit for days. 😂😊😅😅

[things-stankyle-probably-said]

send me a 💋if you read this

Who between the two is the biggest sweet tooth?

kyle is because he refrains from sweets more than stan so when he actually has them he has a tendency to go overboard with how much he consumes in a single setting

Who has the highest spice tolerance?

stan does, once he starts cooking for himself he develops it through trial and error however he gets acid reflux later in life

How does Kyle’s mentioned diabetes affect his day to day life?

my version of kyle doesn't have diabetes

What is Stan’s relationship with his family? (Do his parents divorce? Is he on good terms with Shelley?)

stan is no contact with his dad and shelley and limited contact with his mom. I see his parents divorcing over something serious that can't be ignored right around stan enters 8th grade. to answer the shelley question: no. not at all.

Which one of their parents are they closer to/have a better relationship with?

out of limited options stan is closer to his mom/has a slightly better relationship with her, meanwhile kyle is that rainbow of an adult that genuinely has a wonderful relationship with both his mom and dad

Does Stan develop addiction problems? And how does this look as he grows up?

lmao yeah. he needs a lot of therapy, rehab, a sponsor, he spends time in psychiatric hospitals for his depression and suicidal thoughts

Does Kyle aim higher academically when they get into high school? (AP classes, school council, extracurriculars?)

kyle is valedictorian, 8.0 gpa, graduated with honors, took all AP classes, did volunteer work, extracurriculars, was varsity captain of the basketball team, accepted to every university he applied to with full ride scholarships, he had panic attacks every night in high school. lost sleep, lost an unhealthy amount of weight and a lot of his hair fell out due to stress and anxiety he hid from everyone but he thought that was normal

Who confessed first?

stan :3

Who proposed first?

stan had the idea to propose first, but kyle proposed first and they got into an argument over it because kyle asked during a very quiet sweet moment and stan wanted to plan out a big sweeping romantic proposal for kyle like in the movies

Who’s the clingier one of the two and who is more physically touchy?

stan on both counts. yes kyle loves being physically affectionate with kisses hugs and cuddling but stan takes longer letting go and initiates the physical touching way more and kyle always leans into his touches

Who was the first person they told when they got together?

kyle is a mama's boy, he told his mom stan asked him on a date, stan blurted out that kyle said yes to being his boyfriend when he was visiting his uncle jimbo at his and ned's apartment

Do they do long distance when they’re off at college?

fluff answer yes angst answer no it depends!

Who’s the morning person/night owl?

kyle is a morning person, stan is a night owl but they don't really do that unless they're going through something stressful they need to deal with

Lawyer Kyle vs. psychologist/councillor Kyle?

nba star kyle. he has a law degree though for when he retires

Would Kyle continue to practice Judaism as an adult?

I feel like he would

Do they have good relationships with each others family?

stan has a better relationship with the broflovskis than kyle has to the marshes but not because the marshes dislike kyle no they like him it's just stan is limited and no contact with them and that means kyle doesn't interact with them either

Does Sparky move out with Stan when he moves out?

y'all think sparky is gonna be ali- no yeah stan takes sparky with him wherever he goes

Which one of the two drives them around the most?

kyle does, but he argues the whole time and yells at other drivers :3c

Who is most open to kids in the future?

neither of them particularly want to be parents given the trauma that was their childhoods but kyle is the least to be opposed to the idea

Would Kyle and Wendy become friends as they grow older because of their similar political and philosophical views?

yes and yes, they would be very close friends that have a very strong bond between them

Is Kyle a good cook?

no lmao his food is edible and tastes good he just doesn't like using recipes that take a long time and he'd rather cook fast easy meals or get takeout

Which one of the two ‘came out’ first/were aware of their attraction to the other?

stan, if he didn't nothing would get accomplished because kyle is oblivious but he always had feelings for stan deep down he just wasn't aware of them, meanwhile stan has known he's in love with kyle since probably 5th grade but he never said anything until years and years and years later

Random Stan and Kyle (+style) questions because I want to know other people’s thoughts, analysis and interpretation of them!!

Who between the two is the biggest sweet tooth?

Who has the highest spice tolerance?

How does Kyle’s mentioned diabetes affect his day to day life?

What is Stan’s relationship with his family? (Do his parents divorce? Is he on good terms with Shelley?)

Which one of their parents are they closer to/have a better relationship with?

Does Stan develop addiction problems? And how does this look as he grows up?

Does Kyle aim higher academically when they get into high school? (AP classes, school council, extracurriculars?)

Who confessed first?

Who proposed first?

Who’s the clingier one of the two and who is more physically touchy?

Who was the first person they told when they got together?

Do they do long distance when they’re off at college?

Who’s the morning person/night owl?

Lawyer Kyle vs. psychologist/councillor Kyle?

Would Kyle continue to practice Judaism as an adult?

Do they have good relationships with each others family?

Does Sparky move out with Stan when he moves out?

Which one of the two drives them around the most?

Who is most open to kids in the future?

Would kyle and Wendy become friends as they grow older because of their similar political and philosophical views?

Is Kyle a good cook?

Which one of the two ‘came out’ first/were aware of their attraction to the other?

lmk if you want more??

[immajustvibehere]

Hello!!! Love your writing!!!

I have a mixture of really random requests? Arthur Morgan and the female reader are running away from police after they robbed someone and as they run away, the reader’s corset starts loosening. Arthur doesn’t know but grabs the reader to hide into an alley and there he notices. Just as he’s about to fix it (shy and stuttering ofc) the police comes running so Arthur grabs her and starts kissing her, taking advantage of the loose corset to make it seem like they’re on the verge of doing it…they then confess their feelings? Thank you so much!!!

First Kisses

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x fem!Reader

oneshot: fluff, suggestive

warnings: Arthur being rough but also a soft boi??

summary: Robbing rich folk in Saint Denis takes an unexpected turn, when Arthur and you are running from the law and in order to blend in, Arthur decides to kiss you - not knowing he had taken your first kiss. After finding out about it he hopes for a chance to redeem himself.

Thank you very much for the request! Loved the idea. And big shoutout to @little-honeypie who supplied the backbone for this fic and simply made me write it out longer lmao

2400 words, 12 minutes reading time

You weren't used to being all dressed up like that. The ride to town had been uncomfortable, the corset was too tight, the shoes too high and the unusual amount of make-up on your face had you anxious of everything that could smear it and uncover that you were indeed not a fine lady. Arthur looked amazing in his suit, and he seemed to have no struggles whatsoever. Your misery started to disappear when you found out how easy your outfit made it to rob rich people in Saint Denis. Arthur and you operated separately, doing your best to avoid being associated with another. Men let down their guards way easier when they thought you were alone and possibly looking for an interesting night…or a husband. It depended very much on the kind of man you approached.  

You were about to fish a golden watch out of a gentleman's pocket when he grabbed your wrist. "Not so quick you thief", he hissed. Before you even realized what was going on, Arthur was by your side, delivering a nose breaking punch to the man's face. You both had agreed beforehand: If your cover was blown, it was game over. In Saint Denis you couldn't afford to hang around when you gave even the smallest hint of being a criminal. Being detained for only as much as minute, you'd find yourself in prison ten minutes later.

"C'mon now!", Arthur rushed you out of the saloon. You slipped out of your shoes intentionally. It was disgusting running barefoot through the streets of Saint Denis, but it would be worse breaking an ankle or getting caught. The whistles of the police, the shouts and yells were somewhere behind you, you didn't stop to check. You just followed Arthur's lead until you were in the worse parts of Saint Denis, near the port. You had left the horses somewhere else, thinking that two heavily armed and dirty horses wouldn't do you a big favor in maintaining the appearance.

"Shit, Arthur! My corset-", you cursed. It had gotten loose or something, you weren't sure. Arthur just grabbed you by the waist and pulled you into an alley. Both of you were panting for air. "Should I- erm?", the man looked a bit helplessly at all the strings and cords. He might have known how to tighten a corset years ago. He sure hadn't done it recently. While Arthur was fumbling around, all flustered and confused, you heard the police whistles again.

Arthur's eyes met yours, his gaze changing to a focused stare that made his brow furrow. "Thought we had shaken 'em!?", you panicked. They were close, you heard their shouts. You were looking for an escape route, while Arthur got out of his jacket, throwing it in the dirt. With a low and hasty "Play along!" he had your attention again. You saw him ruffle his hair. You were confused - but you loved it. The slicked back hair hadn't done him any good, you were a secret admirer of his messy hair after a ride or bar fight. Steps were coming closer, and you were about to complain of the lack of a plan when Arthur grabbed you by the shoulders and roughly shoved you against the wall. You opened your mouth for questions, but his lips were on yours before you could make a sound.

He lifted you up, one free arm was enough for him to grab your thigh, forcing your legs around his waist. His other hand pulled your hair, getting rid of your nicely done hairdo that Mary-Beth had spent an hour on to make it convincing. Arthur earned a squeal for the rough handling, muffled against his lips that were still eating you up. You felt his tongue against yours, felt his teeth carefully biting your lips. For the stake of some stability, your hands had finally found his shoulders, when Arthur's lips suddenly parted from yours. He moved away so swiftly, you dropped, lucky to not stumble to the ground completely. Your knees had turned to mush. You still felt Arthur's warm hand on your thigh, though he was long gone, peeking around the corner.

"Street's clear, come on!", Arthur didn't even look back to you before he walked off, dedicated to find your horses. You stood there in shock. Your dress was all over the place, your hair hanging into your eyes. You felt the heat on your face, but you knew there wasn't time to ponder about all that now. With a swift move you picked up Arthur's jacket he'd left in the dirt, throwing it over your shoulders to cover some of the skin that had been exposed and ran after him.

The ride back to camp was silent. Your thoughts however were not. What had just happened? How had Arthur come up with this plan so spontaneously? How had he known it'd work? Hadn’t climbing over the fence and running off been a safer option? Had it been ... good? Had you been too sloppy? Too stiff? What areas had Arthur's hands touched?

Back in camp, with the sun setting and bottles being opened, only a few people took interest in your return, though some concluded that it had been a messy escape due to your appearances. You washed your feet in the lake and changed into your normal clothes, before you went to the girls to fill them in on the story. Arthur sat down in his tent with Hosea. Together, they went through the valuables, trying to decide what to take to which fence to bargain a good price.

Hours passed, Arthur was still sitting in his tent with Hosea, though the estimation of value of gold watches and rings had long been exhausted. They indulged in reminiscences, Arthur had also changed back to his riding boots and working pants, leisurely smoking a cigarette. "What's that about?", Hosea paused in his retelling of an old memory when he saw Karen approaching, weaving with a beer bottle in hand and seemingly agitated. Arthur murmurs a curios "Don't know" before Karen had found her destination and delivered a slap that had missed Arthur's cheek and smacked on Arthur's neck instead. "What was that for?!", he immediately shouted and grabbed Karen's wrist, her arm already lunging out for another, better aimed strike.

"Yeeeeeew are a bastard, Mister Morgan! Goin' round all day thinkin' ye are all handsome and think ya can just-", Karen slurs. She lost her strain of thought before she hiccupped once and continued: "We do not care...not caaaaare at all what'cha doing wandering about. Yewww can play your weird games but yew better stay away from fuckin...Y/N?" It made a click in Arthur's mind; he had finally connected the dots and knew what this was about. He had been close to losing patience, but now he took a deep breath to explain himself, but Karen continued with something that made Arthur shrink in his seat.

"Yer a horrible maaaan. Sssszstealin' 'er first kiss like that! Why didn't yew jus' shoot the damn law like yew allllllllwayss do!", Karen finished. Arthur's grip around her wrist had loosened, which Karen used to break free before she stumbled off. While Arthur's trying to process what just happened, Hosea chuckled silently: "You forgot to tell me this part, I assume?" Hosea only got a quick glance from Arthur, before he stood up with a low "God damn" and "Excuse me". With heavy steps Arthur approached the jetty, in need for some quiet moments to think.

Arthur felt like a wreck. Of course you would tell the girls what had happened, he knew this wouldn't be something that slips and gets forgotten. He had taken your first kiss. He hadn’t known it would be your first, but neither had he asked. How could he had been so stupid?! So indecent. Arthur felt disgusting. Though he had imagined how it would be to kiss you countless times by now, he regretted having acted on it. You deserved a better man than him, dirty outlaw and degenerate that he was. Someone handsome, someone younger and well, someone you actually liked. Arthur beat himself up for every little detail. Everything he remembered from earlier was a hot memory, it burned him and made him cringe. He hadn't asked for consent. He hadn't been nice or gentle. The places his hands had touched - he blushed at the thought, out of embarrassment and rage. He hadn't even paused after the kiss to look at you. Had you been fine? Had he hurt you? He didn't know!!! He had been in a rush...he had been aroused too much to admit, too much to look back to you and apologize. Arthur couldn't help but to be somewhat disgusted in himself.

You had watched Karen deliver the news. You had tried to stop her, but it had been no use. Now you had been watching Arthur for solid ten minutes, how he paced around on the jetty, every now and then pinching the bridge of his nose. There was no doubt that Karen might have...not really come across the way you would have liked. You felt bad for Arthur, seeing how he beat himself up for it. At the same moment you approached him, Arthur had turned around with the intent to find you and apologize deeply for what had happened. It caught him off guard, seeing you walk towards him. And with a smile on your lips.

"Y/N...", Arthur says, his voice sad. He didn't even give you a second to tell him something, he just started apologizing. Arthur tripped over his words, desperately trying to find the right ones. You almost stopped listening at some point, when he started calling himself names and degrading himself in ways that made you shiver. How can someone have such low self-esteem? You wanted to interrupt him, but he just staggered on. "And- And I know I shouldn't 've done it! I mean, I care about ya really a lot and I can't have ya think so bad of me 'cause...ya know I jus' really like ya but I shouldn't have taken yer first kiss. I understand if yer mad at me and-" "ARTHUR!", you finally yelled. You had called his name about half a dozen times before you yelled it. "Damn, I can't push you against a wall to make you shut up so would you please just listen!"

Arthur looked at you surprised and... confused. His cheeks just as red as yours. "I'm not mad at you", you smiled, "It was good kiss, alright?" You giggled as you watched Arthur's ears turn red. You pointed towards the end of the jetty, walking with Arthur and taking a seat there. "I was just really surprised. But I've-...I've been waiting for that kiss a long time now", you finally admitted. Arthur looked at you somehow disturbed, searching for the trap, the catch. “But not a kiss from me!", he continued rambling bullshit. "Of course a kiss from you! And I'd appreciate you'd stop calling yourself old and ugly because you make my taste in men seem really stupid!", you giggled.

Arthur's mind was working like a machine. The memories that had been painful five minutes ago felt completely different now. Stuff that had been bothering him the whole ride back to camp, how soft your lips were, how warm your thigh when he squeezed it, the sound you made when he pulled your hair were wonderful yet again.

"If you're really unsatisfied though...I will offer you a second chance. To make it up, you know", you offered, a cheeky smile on your lips.

"Ya sure?", Arthur asked. He wouldn't mess up again, given the chance.

"Yes."

"Really?", he wanted to be entirely sure.

"Yes, Arthur", you repeated. You knew he needed to hear it, but something in you would prefer him to press you against a wall and just take you without all the careful asking. But who were you to talk? You struggled to keep eye contact, knowing what would follow made your heart jump around in your chest like crazy. You concluded that being warned didn't make it any better, the excitement had you on edge for what felt an eternity, before Arthur finally cupped your face with his hand and pressed the gentlest kiss on your lips. A short one, a light one. The fear of that having been it started to take over, but Arthur had just tested, had just made sure if you didn't want to back out. But when he stayed close, your hitched breaths intermingling, it was you who closed the gap again, and Arthur knew that he was in the clear.

The kiss was slow and thoughtful, maybe that's why thoughts started to creep up in you. Were you any good in kissing? Is Arthur even enjoying himself? But after a while you simply stopped worrying, because every time Arthur moved away ever so slightly, so that both of you would have a moment to take a breath, he'd come back in, kissing you again and again until the longer kisses had turned into small pecks that had you giggling. Finally, you had to push him away, his beard too ticklish on your sensitive skin and your giggles slowly becoming laughs that you desperately tried to keep as quiet as possible, so you wouldn't attract attention.

You saw a satisfied smile on Arthur's face. He was more than relieved. With you being happy and still giggling away, he could easily enjoy a moment that was very beautiful, though somewhat less natural than the scene in Saint Denis. Maybe because kissing someone to avoid the law was something more natural to him as the outlaw that he was. It had been a while since he had kissed someone. An even longer while that he had someone squirming and smiling from his touch. He'd get used to it, he hoped. It made him feel young again.

Arthur suddenly noticed that you had gone silent again, staring at the lake pensively. His heart skipped a beat, anxiety immediately rising again that he'd done something wrong.

"Everythin' alright, darling?", he asked.

You licked your lips and shook your head: "No Arthur. This won’t do." You looked at him, his eyes worriedly looking back. "I think we'll have to do that again", you stated, the cheekiest smile slowly forming from ear to ear. Arthur growled. He loved and hated what you did to him. With a quick look back he made sure that nobody like Sean or Karen had sneaked up on you to pry, before he pulled you closer, going for a third first kiss.

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Who are we kidding; the detailed request and @little-honeypie 's notes, dunno if I did anything tbh

[fallinforgyu]

baby

pairing: sub!heeseung/afab reader

summary: seeing you hold a baby awakens some feelings in heeseung

warnings: breeding kink, unsafe sex (obvi), slight mommy kink at the end lmao

requested: yes! :) 

word count: 1K

masterlist here

You and Heeseung were at his home to visit his family for the weekend. You’d met his family before, but this visit was special. Heeseung’s niece was born a few months ago and this was the first time his schedule was free enough that he was able to visit his family and meet the baby. Naturally, he invited you to join him. You were with him when he first got the news he was going to be an uncle, when he first saw the first ultrasound, even when his brother FaceTimed him to show him the infant just minutes after she was born. It just made sense for you to be with your boyfriend when he finally met his niece.

Heeseung almost cried the first time he held the tiny thing. After constant reassurance from his sister-in-law that he wouldn’t break her, he ever-so-gently scooped the baby up and held her to his chest. After a while, he got comfortable holding her and it was hard to get him to put her down at all. Finally, he turned to look at you.

“Do you want to hold her?”

You nodded, carefully taking the baby in your arms. You smiled at the little noises she made and the way her tiny fist grabbed at your shirt.

Heeseung went quiet, observing the way you softly talked to the child. His heart almost burst when you started playing peek-a-boo with the baby and the room filled with her tiny giggles. He remained pretty quiet for the rest of the evening, only speaking when someone would ask him a question but keeping a soft smile on his lips nonetheless.

Finally, everyone went to bed and you were alone with him. As you changed into your pajamas, he laid on his bed and stared at the ceiling. 

“Baby?” you called to him.

“Hm?”

“What’s going on? Why are you so quiet?” You laid down next to him and he immediately curled into your side, burying his face in your neck.

“S’nothing” He mumbled.

“Hey,” you held his face, forcing his eyes to meet yours. “Don’t lie to me.”

“It’s just…” His cheeks reddened and he looked down. “It’s embarrassing to say…”

“Tell me, sweetheart.”

“I just… I liked watching you hold the baby today and…” His voice trailed off and he mumbled something you couldn’t quite hear.

“Speak up, baby.”

“I was just- I mean, I was thinking about… What if we had a baby? You and me?” He sheepishly looked away from you, ears burning red. You were caught off guard for a moment. Heeseung had never mentioned wanting kids before, but it was something you had definitely thought about. You loved him more than anything, and the thought of creating a little human together made your heart swell. He finally looked at you again and as he shifted uncomfortably, you could feel his crotch brush against your thigh. He was hard.

“Aw… That’s what’s on your mind, handsome? You wanna have a baby with me?”

He let out a choked sort of whine and buried his face in your neck again. 

“Does thinking about making a baby with me turn you on, honey?” You stroked his hair and he slowly rutted his hips against your thigh, desperate for friction. “M-mhm…”

“Who would’ve thought… my sweet baby boy wants to breed me, hm?”

He whined into your neck. 

You pulled his face up to yours and kissed him deeply, tasting his minty toothpaste.

“Then let’s get these off, yeah?” You hooked a finger around the waistband of his pants and his eyes widened. 

“Y-yeah,” He nodded, sitting up to pull his sweats and briefs down. You followed suit, taking off the pajamas you just put on.

You wrapped your fingers around his cock, rubbing your thumb over his dripping slit.

“Look how hard you are, baby,” You cooed, “You’ve been thinking about this all day, haven’t you?”

“Yes…” He nodded, closing his eyes. Just above a whisper, he says, “J-just wanna fill you up and make you mine.”

“Poor baby… waited all day to fill me up with his seed. Go ahead, baby. You don’t have to wait any longer,” you pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. He wasted no time aligning himself with your entrance and slowly pushing in, letting out a groan.

“Shh… quiet, angel,” you whispered in his ear. “We don’t want your family to hear you knocking me up, now do we?” You both knew you were on birth control so the probability of you actually getting pregnant were slim to none, but the idea turned you on so much.

“Y-you’d look so pretty…” Heeseung whispered through heavy breaths, “With your belly all full of me…” His thrusts were slow and deep so you could feel his entire length inside you. He rubbed a hand over your lower stomach. 

“Do you think about it, sweetheart?” You stroked his cheek as his thrusts got sloppier. “Do you think about me all swollen with your baby?”

“Y-yes, Fuck…” He whined. 

“You wanna mark me so that everyone knows I’m yours?”

“Yes, o-oh my god… yes,” His hips were stuttering a bit now, and you knew he was going to cum soon. He slid his hand that was resting on your stomach downwards to trace circles on your clit as he whispered, “Mine...”

“Do it, Heeseung. Come on, angel, make me a mommy,” You purred in his ear, and that was it. He bit your shoulder to stop himself from making too much noise as he messily pumped his cum into you, whimpering the whole time.

A few seconds later you were cumming too, clenching around his sensitive cock and milking the rest of the cum out of him.

He slowly started to pull back and you wrapped your legs around his waist. “Don’t… Don’t pull out yet. Just wait a minute,” You whispered, pressing your forehead to his. He softly kissed your lips again, and the two of you stayed like that for a few minutes, just kissing and breathing each other in. 

When he finally pulled out, he used a finger to push the cum that dripped out of you back inside. “So pretty,” he sighed.

“I love you so much, angel. I can’t wait to be full of your babies,” you said, then kissed his nose.

He rested his head on your bare chest, planting little kisses on your tits. “I love you too… mommy.”

[etheriaaly]

Just The Two Of Us [C! Tommyinnit x GN! Reader]

FLUFF TO ANGST (PLATONIC)  WARNINGS: Mentions of suicide, suicidal thoughts, character death, cursing

Reader pronouns: They/them 

A/N: Hi, this is my first DSMP fanfic so uhh I hope u enjoy lmao. There might be grammatical errors so pls do not mind it :D

ɴᴀᴠɪɢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ∣ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

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[Y/N] already lost count of all the pranks and chaos they made with Tommy. They didn't like causing havoc or pulling pranks on people but if Tommy asked them to tag along, they would. Tommy is their best friend after all. Plus, where's the fun in life without a little risk?

[Y/N] was just at their Cottage house, peacefully making the potions that Quackity ordered just hours ago. Since [Y/N] is a skilled witch, it was no shock when they owned a Potions business. Everyone in the SMP server knows about this and they usually come and buy their potions. 

They were about to finish the last set of potions that Quackity ordered until they ran out of ingredients. "Dammit." [Y/N] muttered under their breath. They turned around and immediately went to find if they have any stock ingredients in their barrels or chests.

When they saw no stock ingredients, [Y/N] sighed and decided to do some last minute ingredients grinding. It was until they opened the door and saw Tommy standing in front of their house door.

[Y/N] knew that his presence is no good because that motherfucker is grinning ear to ear. They playfully groaned and asked, "What is it this time child?"

"Hey, I told you not to call me a child anymore!" Tommy suddenly protested, feeling insulted but went back to his sly grin and said, "Let's prank Skeppy and Bad." 

"That's a horrible idea." 

"Come on, bitch. It'll be fun." 

And they did come with Tommy. A couple hours had passed and [Y/N] had already forgotten about the ingredients they were gonna get for Quackity's potions. Tommy said that Big Q's order can wait but the prank can't. 

It wasn't long after Bad and Skeppy saw the two teenagers doing their little harmless prank on them. 

[Y/N] caught sight of the two and immediately tugged on Tommy's shirt. "Fuck, Tommy we gotta go." 

Tommy, unfazed and still focused on the prank, said, "Just a little longer." 

[Y/N] nudged Tommy's side using her elbows as the two teenagers can now hear Skeppy and Bad's incoherent yelling drawing closer and closer to them. 

"RUN!" [Y/N] yelled as they both left the things they used to try to prank BBH and Skeppy. 

The two let out a laugh as they ran away. Tommy constantly turned his head back to see if Skeppy and Bad are still after them. 

[Y/N] and Tommy continued to run even though Bad and Skeppy stopped coming after them. It wasn't until the two teenagers finally stopped running so that they could catch their breath. 

"What now?" [Y/N] gasped, who is still out of breath from both running and laughing at the same time. They looked at Tommy. 

Tommy grinned again and then grabbed their arm, "I have something pog to show you." 

[Y/N] didn't question Tommy and just let him drag them to a mountain. 

Once they have reached the destination, [Y/N] let out a 'wow'. The view is breathtaking and it is very peaceful. The mountain isn't that very far from the SMP but it looks like very few have come across this part. 

"So, what do you think?" Tommy asked, looking at the view. The view consists of the calming ocean waves and a peaceful sunsetting with birds passing by. 

[Y/N] turned to Tommy and smiled, "This could be our secret spot." They slowly walked towards the edge of the mountain cliff but were immediately stopped by Tommy. 

"Oh, [Y/N] wait. Be careful, the edge of the cliff looks really faulty." Tommy warned. 

[Y/N] immediately stepped back a little and took note of what Tommy said. But, they were still curious and looked down at the edge of the cliff, only to see the water from below. 

If someone would fall from this cliff and took a heavy impact on the water, that person wouldn't survive due to how high the mountain cliff is. 

[Y/N] then proposed, "You know, when things are stressful and stuff. We can just go here, sit in silence and look at the view as the wind or the waves takes away our problems for a while." 

"Just the two of us." The blonde haired lad said and then they both stood in silence, admiring the view and beauty of the server. 

Oh, if only you could turn back in time and relive this memory. If only things are still the same the way it was before. 

It's been so long since [Y/N] had fun and peace. Probably so many months since Tommy first showed them their secret mountain hangout area. 

[Y/N] currently stood still, gazing at the view that was once calm and peaceful but was now replaced with sounds of flying TNTs, fireworks and screams from the background.

They were in no state of mind as of the moment. They don't even know what to do anymore. A lot has changed ever since the wars, the exilation of Tommy. 

[Y/N] sniffed, wiping their tears using their now mangy sleeves caused by the current chaotic event. They continued to stare at the ocean, a potion of poison glistening in their hands. 

[Y/N] looked at the Potion of Poison that they were holding and pondered whether to drink it or not. 

Maybe it's best to end it once and for all. They don't have anywhere to go anyways. They don't have any friends or family to turn back to since everyone is against them or thought badly of them now. 

[Y/N] can't even go back to L’manberg as well since they're now a wanted criminal for breaking the laws and escaping from their house since they're supposed to be on house arrest for the crimes they didn't even do. 

They opened the cork of the potion, but they didn't drink it yet. They let their mind wander for a while and process everything that has happened. 

Maybe Dream was right. Maybe the people they loved never even cared for them at all. Maybe it was all just a lie. Maybe—

"[Y/N]." A familiar voice that they haven't heard in a while. 

It was windy. The cool breeze of air touched their skins. But along with the wind, there are particles of TNT or fireworks dusts. 

The [H/C] haired person turned around and saw their best friend for the first time in months. 

"Tommy." [Y/N] replied. Their voice were hoarse and dry. "What are you- What are you doing here?" 

"I could ask you the same thing." Tommy glared at them.

[Y/N] quietly groaned, closed their eyes for a while and pinched their nose bridge, still holding the potion on their other hand. "So, you believe all that shit?"

"Enough for me to believe the fact you tried to murder Tubbo, burn my invites and team up with Dream." 

Tommy added, "Maybe they were right about you. You're Dream's sibling after all." 

[Y/N] scoffed and threw their available hand around the air, "He may be my sibling, but we are never alike." 

"Why, [Y/N]? Why did you do it?" Tommy asked, hands gripping tighter on his sword. "Did Dream finally get into your head for you to commit these crimes? Or did you just do it because it's in your blood?" 

"You don't know a thing that happened," [Y/N] harshly spit back, completely trying to avoid the topic of Dream. "Of course you don't. You were exiled."

Tommy never understood why. Why had they turned like this? He felt rage and betrayal. During his exiled time, Tommy thought that they were gonna be that one person who would try to find him. Comfort him or even send him secret coded messages. But no, he received nothing. 

It hurts. Hurts like hell to know your best friend turned their back on everyone. A best friend that he has known for years. A part of him wants to believe they didn't do it but the proofs are enough for him to believe it was really them. 

"Well, you really can't blame me can you? You can only blame yourself," [Y/N] said. "This all started because of you and your stupid discs. All you ever care about is the FUCKING DISCS. Wars started, lives were lost, relationships were destroyed, all just because of those discs." 

They had never done this before. This was their first time just being angry and shouting at each other. Although this might be new to each other, it was obvious that they have been bottling up their emotions way too long. 

"You know what?! Things would be so much better if only you didn't exist." Tommy instantly regretted what he said as soon as he saw a potion glisten from [Y/N]'s hands. 

He may not be an expert but he knew well enough of the potions due to him hanging out too much with them before. "What are you doing?" Tommy immediately asked. "Is that a potion of poison?" 

"Nothing for you to care about." [Y/N] turned back towards the cliff and stared at the view once again. 

"Just the two of us again here, huh?" They said as they pulled the potion towards their mouth, just inches away from the lips now until Tommy hurriedly ran towards [Y/N] and tackled them. 

"What are you, an idiot?!" Tommy scolded as they both fought each other while trying not to fall from the cliff. He tried to pull the potion of poison away but it was hard since they kept gripping on it. 

It wasn't until Tommy was finally able to remove the potion from [Y/N]'s grasps. He threw the potion far away as it got smashed on the ground. 

The two of them were too busy fighting over the potion to notice that one of them is now standing on the faulty edge of the cliff. 

[Y/N] was on the edge of the cliff and accidentally backed away from Tommy, thinking there was still space. A loud shriek came out of their mouth.

Tommy immediately ran towards the edge, scrambled on his feet and looked down. Luckily, [Y/N] was able to hold onto the edge but their hands are shaky and tired from all the things that just happened. 

"I got you, I got you." Tommy frantically muttered, his breath increasing as to not knowing what will happen next. 

[Y/N] grip is slowly failing. Once their hands slipped, Tommy instantly grabbed their hands and tried to pull them back up. But, he too was tired from everything that has been happening. 

He tried to pull them up again but it was no use. Stress was adding up even more the moment they both felt the edge of the cliff shaking once more. 

Tommy can't do it anymore. So, he let out all the tears he's been trying to fight back. 

"It's gonna be okay, Tommy. Let me go." 

The blonde haired teen's eyes widened at [Y/N]'s statement. He can't do it. He can't bear to lose another loved one in his life. 

"I can't lose you too, [N/N]." Tommy croaked. 

The two might've fought just minutes ago but this is now a life and death situation. Problems and angst aside, they still care for each other. 

"You already did." Tommy's eyes widened in confusion and sadness. [Y/N] forced their hand to slip from his as Tommy tried to tighten it even more. [Y/N] had a few energies remaining, so they used it to push themselves off the cliff with their foot, making Tommy let go. 

For Tommy, everything is going so fast that his mind almost stopped working. 

But everything was in slow motion for [Y/N]. The fresh wind was so refreshing, almost making them forget what is currently happening to them. 

They closed their eyes, not wanting to see anymore reactions from Tommy. This is their end. This was meant to be. 

The moment [Y/N] chose to fall out from Tommy's grip, the blonde panicked and set aside all items he had with him. Without thinking properly, he lunged himself off the cliff. The only goal he had in mind was to save [Y/N] before it's too late. 

But he was, indeed, late. 

Everyone's communicator beeped. They all took at least some time to look at what the message could be on the communicator. As soon as everyone read the 2 words, their jaws dropped. 

[Y/N] drowned. 

[libra-stellium]

Finally done with this transit!! omfgggg tired is an understatement! I'm already sad for 59yr old me who's gonna have to live through this again lmao but anyway let's see how it was from December to January!

Notes from Saturn in Transit - Erin Sullivan

Saturn over the ascendant can be experienced as an extremely dramatic shift from "who you used to be" to "who you will be" but with a rather traumatic period of uncertainty while the no longer useful persona is sloughed off

The uncertainty is insane right now! Personally and professionally lmao like I actually have no idea if my job is going to affected yet by the new admin and no one knows anything at work so we're just waiting??? and personally I feel like I've been feeling more and more different from the people around me and it's sad! And at the same time I feel like I've been more open about things lol

The thresholding that is experienced during this time can be a shock to someone who has strongly identified with or has been identified with a particular and definite image

Real af lol I feel like i'm just trying out new personalities low key because sometimes I feel like I'm being fake and I have to retreat by myself and be like oh okay I wasn't it's all good lol

Understanding this necessary loss of personal identification greatly reduces stress and allows a more conscious transition into the new self image. The struggle is all about coming to terms with unconscious material in the conscious mind and vice versa

I started being able to remember my dreams again and actually being able to write them down! Even my prophetic dreams are starting to come back so it'll be interesting to see how more unconscious things manifest.

Symbolic of a descent into oneself

Descent into madness for SURE!! I also journaled in my physical journal once in the last two months lol it felt like anything I could write about was just too much to get into when I finally got some time to myself lol

Notes from Planets in Transit - Robert Hand

You will try to eliminate everything in your life that is not necessary to fulfilling responsibilities

This was way more a struggle this time around! I feel like the things won against me and my responsibilities lol I haven't done laundry since Dec! Well I've just been doing underwear and a few things I want to wear asap instead of everything which is 3 hampers....

You will become more complex and simpler at the same time

I feel like I have done a lot more that was just me following my excitement but to others doesn't really make sense bc they're not connected lol but to me they're all the same!

You are finishing up tasks going into a 5-8 year period of relatively quiet preparation for a new beginning

Low key been feeling like everything is ending but I have no idea what's next for me!

You may have less freedom of movement than usual because of the pressure of circumstances and the need to get things done

This omfg I had to go into the office so much more than usual to do assistant work bc the people that do that work were out or had whatever wrong so I was next in line I guess?

You may have to exert more effort at work in order to get the job done

Fr! I was literally redoing other people's work that they did wrong and I wanted to rip my hair out! This intern that's currently in law school was helping me make witness binders and he couldn't even hole punch...I'm not even exaggerating the holes were half circles and the paper was ripped.

Your superiors may give you even more responsibility than you would choose to have

On Jan 10 the last day this transit was exact I had to basically walk the document manager through printing while I was at home... then i had to show her how to print a shipping label like it was too much and then she still didn't finish on time and missed the fedex pickup like it was so crazy I had to talk to the managing attorney the following Monday and he thought I was gonna quit lol

Do not start out on a completely new project because in a few years you may find that you do not have the material or psychological resources to complete it

Haven't started any projects like that lol or at least none that would be relevant in a few years!

Good relationships will not suffer but bad ones will break up completely

Didn't have any bad relationship things happening.

You are withdrawing from everything in your life that is in the way of your development during the next few years

Been saying no way more!!

Avoid building a wall between yourself and others because they are important to you now that you are excluding those who do not belong

Been making it a point to be more open!

This is a productive time

Very! I finally finished my 3000 piece puzzle I started Jan 2024 lol

Follow through on the tasks that need to be done and get your life in shape for the next phase of preparation

..... Fine! I'll do my laundry tomorrow lol it's the only thing I've been slacking on!

Saturn conjunct Ascendant

As a 14 degree Pisces rising this was March 12, 2024 to May 8, 2024.

"Bitch wtf is going on????" - me the entire 57 days and it's coming back around in early 2025

Notes from Saturn in Transit - Erin Sullivan

Saturn over the ascendant can be experienced as an extremely dramatic shift from "who you used to be" to "who you will be" but with a rather traumatic period of uncertainty while the no longer useful persona is sloughed off

It’s been a weird timeeeeeee like there’s some things i'm like so excited about that are a “new me” and then there’s some other stuff I’m like 💀💀💀 about and I’m gonna pretend like nothing is happening for a while longer bc this feels like too much change at once 🥲 maybe in 2025 lol my mind has been going nonstop!

The thresholding that is experienced during this time can be a shock to someone who has strongly identified with or has been identified with a particular and definite image

lol I literally introduced myself as an astrologer to someone the other day bc they mentioned astro and me being an attorney never came up and it honestly felt nice 😩 yeah my entire schooling revolved around becoming an attorney but like it doesn’t "feel" like I succeeded at it lmfao and I’m honestly not putting a lot of effort into making it feel like success either so 🙃

Understanding this necessary loss of personal identification greatly reduces stress and allows a more conscious transition into the new self image. The struggle is all about coming to terms with unconscious material in the conscious mind and vice versa

I think so much is happening in my unconscious mind bc I usually remember most of my dreams in complete detail and the last two weeks at least I know I’ve had very longgg detailed dreams but when I wake up I can’t remember it in the part of my brain that can say it into words lol I feel like I’m missing out on messages!

Saturn brings to the ascendant all the manifest experiences and control issues that have dominated the last 14 year extraverted cycle during which the individual learned how to be present and accountable in the conscious world or accomplishments, deeds, and collective goals

"I'm giving myself goals because I don't know what to do with myself if I'm not accomplishing anything." - Me in 2021 a year after getting my law degree lol I feel like it encompasses this whole thing! During this transit I wrote a list of personal goals and they're not outward things like graduation they're more like be consistent with skin care lol the other day I told my aunt I just relaxed and I didn't do anything and she was like if you're so boring why don't you go on a walk and i was like??? I didn't say that?? lol made me not want to say anything else!!

Symbolic of a descent into oneself

When I first read this I was like oooh seems zen 🧘🏾‍♀️ IT WAS NOT ZEN IVE BEEN IN THE TRENCHES!! It feels like too much pressure to know and be like "this is who I am" i just want to be a pisces rising whose personality changes whenever

Notes from Planets in Transit - Robert Hand

You will try to eliminate everything in your life that is not necessary to fulfilling responsibilities

I didn’t do many things just for fun during this time everything had a purpose. I did finish reading two books unfinished from last year and it was in an attempt to spend less time watching videos which worked!

You will become more complex and simpler at the same time

Idkkkk I’m not sure I understand what this even means

You are finishing up tasks going into a 5-8 year period of relatively quiet preparation for a new beginning

I feel like I’ll see this more in 2025 bc right now I don’t really have anything started that needed to be finished lol

You may have less freedom of movement than usual because of the pressure of circumstances and the need to get things done

A week into this I made happy hour plans and I was going to leave work extra early bc I had nothing to do and I got an assignment literally 2 hours before I was going to go! I did finish in 2 hours and went to HH but it was stressful lol

You may have to exert more effort at work in order to get the job done

For real the last month I actually had so much more work at work than usual I was working a full 8 hour day sometimes 😭 usually I have like maybe 8 hours of work a week!

Your superiors may give you even more responsibility than you would choose to have

Facts! The last few days I’ve been essentially training this girl at work and the last day of this transit I finished lol seemed fitting

Do not start out on a completely new project because in a few years you may find that you do not have the material or psychological resources to complete it

This makes me feel like it should be about something big 😂 I have not started any projects lol I did apply to a few jobs but none of them even responded to reject me so that was also unintentionally not started

Good relationships will not suffer but bad ones will break up completely

I feel like Saturn in aqua in my 12H took care of most of the bad relationships already lol so this was fine

You are withdrawing from everything in your life that is in the way of your development during the next few years

Yeah I’ve been more annoyed than usual at people around me who are making the choice to struggle just bc they don’t want to try something new 😩 it’s been making me feel like I can’t be as close to them like it’s contagious 😂

Avoid building a wall between yourself and others because they are important to you now that you are excluding those who do not belong

Yes I’ve been making it a point to actually say yes to events lol but it's hard to keep in contact with people for some reason! I forget to or think that less time has passed and then I check messages and it's been weeks!

This is a productive time

I did get a lot done! I cooked a lot of meals, I washed all my bedding that’s been sitting there since end of last year, I cleaned my fish tank, I cleaned the mildew off my bathroom walls, I put a lot of my clothes away, my recycling pile is way down, I built a storage shelf thing for under my desk, I sewed a skirt, I read and wrote a lot

Follow through on the tasks that need to be done and get your life in shape for the next phase of preparation

I’ve been intentional about this! I made a list of things I want to get out of my saturn return in my 1H and one of those things is clear skin so I’ve been consistent with the routine like actually tracking it on the calendar! Losing weight was another on that list and the last two months I was just focusing on food like getting back into cooking and the last almost 3 weeks I’ve been tracking all my food and even using a food scale. On the last day of this transit I signed up for the gym!

Overall I would give this transit 6/10 😂 the mental anguish was toooo much Omggg I hope it’s easier in 2025 and after that I’m glad I don’t have to deal with this for another 30 years