#reader: wait a second you don't know who your father is either! you son of a-

[cooking-potatoes]

Reader and younger sibling: *bickering about each other's looks.*

Reader: Well, at least I don't look like someone copy and pasted my looks!

Younger Sibling: At least, I have an idea of who my father is!

Reader: 😧

Reader's friend that was watching them bicker: ... Wait what- :D?

Another Younger Sibling that was watching them as well: Oh my god, they literally forgot they were in public...

[ninii-winchester]

Unveiled Sorrows (Part 1)

Dean Winchester X Reader, Sam Winchester x Reader (platonic)

Word count: 3k

Other Characters : Sam Winchester, John Winchester.

Warnings : spoilers for s1-5, heavy angst, canon violence, foul language, implied smut.

A/n: This series follows canon plot line but some scenes might happen differently or be completely changed. Check the warnings for each part before continuing.

I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION TO COPY MY WORK, TRANSLATE IT OR POST IT TO ANY OTHER PLATFORM. REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED.

Bad luck follows the Winchesters like the plague, they can't seem to outrun it. If someone asked Y/n to describe who the Winchesters were to her, she'd only have one word to say. Family. She wouldn't mind having bad luck on her tail if it meant staying with her family. Besides even if they can't seem to outrun it, they always fought it. And they always kicked ass.

Y/n was a solo hunter, a badass one at that, she never believed in partnering up with other hunters, because every hunter has a different motive and motives change. She's never trusted a hunter and she never would but that all changed a few years back when she met the Winchesters.

Now, typically one would think she'd dropped her guard because its 'The Winchesters' but she didn't. It was far from that. She met the two brothers when they were looking for their father. She told them to not waste their breaths since the man didn't want to be found. The two boys were curious as to how she knew about their father. She told them that she knew the man enough to know his intentions and that is, he didn't want to be found. The boys were intrigued by her and asked her to join them, help them find their father.

"I don't chase dead ends boys nor do I trust hunters."

That was the last thing she said before she walked out on them. The next time they met was in Manning, Colorado, Y/n was hunting the same vampire nest that the Winchesters were.

“I see you found daddy dearest.” Y/n said leaning against the Impala after they cleaned out the nest.

"I see you've met my boys, Y/n." John smiled.

"Yeah well they've been all over the place looking for you, kinda hard to miss." She smirked. Dean chuckled at her comment.

"You're a great hunter." Sam commented, a small smile gracing his lips. She nodded her head and she raised her beer bottle towards him.

"Alright, now my works done here so I'll be heading out." She said. "Later boys."

"Wait." Y/n turned to the owner of the voice. "I need your help."

"Did I hear it correctly? John Winchester asking for help I must've gotten hit pretty hard." She laughed. "What is it?"

"I need you to stay with them. We need all the help we could get." John said. "You're one of the best I know." Dean's brows furrowed at that, his dad complementing someone is big.

"And what makes you think I'd stay and help? I don't trust hunters. As if you didn't know that already. John." She gritted her teeth.

"I know but it's out there and you know it." John said knowingly. His sons looked back and forth between their father and the young girl.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Y/n." She knew what he was talking about, the yellow eyed demon. The one that killed her parents when she was a baby. The fire in the nursery when she was exactly six months old. Just like Sam. The Winchesters are obsessed with the yellow eyed demon and they wouldn't stop at nothing to kill that thing.

"It has nothing to do with me." It was the second time she walked away from them.

The yellow eyed demon killed her parents, she had been chasing the demon for years, it's what that made her the great hunter she is, that's how she met John in the first place but now she knew getting revenge wouldn't bring her parents back, it wouldn't bring her peace either. She needs to move on and focus on whatever life she has left. It may sound weird for a twenty two year old girl but that's how she thought.

But as if it was destiny. Y/n watched a truck crash into the same Impala she leaned on a few days back. She jumped out of her own car before calling 911.

"Damn it you boys." She slammed the car door as she got back in her car and followed the ambulance back to the hospital.

After John died, she decided she'd stick around Sam and Dean considering it their father's last wish. And the rest was history. If you'd ask her she wouldn't be able to tell when Sam Winchester became her best friend in the whole world. It might've been the fact that they share the same trauma or maybe that Sam compensated for Dean being a dick. Dean didn't like Y/n joining them, he didn't hate her per se, but he hated the fact that his father asked her to help them rather than telling them what he knew. They butted heads alot, both being stubborn and filled to brim with trust issues. They had a hard time around each. It took a while but they warmed up to each other.

Now for Y/n, the Winchester Brothers are her family. To them it's her. They've never hesitated to kill for one another and wouldn't hesitate to die either.

Sam and Y/n were deeply troubled when Dean started acting strange after a run in with a Djinn. Sam tried to coax it out of Dean but he remained unsuccessful.

"Hey, you." Y/n sat beside Dean as he tinkered with the Impala. He turned to look at her. "Mind telling me what's going on up there?" She gestured towards his head.

Dean froze for a second. He didn't know what to say. He couldn't tell her what the Djinn showed him. How was he supposed to tell her he saw her being his wife, them living the white picket fence life. The life he so desperately wanted yet couldn't have. She wouldn't understand. Nobody could. Even he couldn't understand why he saw her. Dean didn't love, as in committing in relationships. Dean loved, as in I would die for you but I'd never tell you that I love you.

"Nothing sweetheart, Its nothing." He smiled like he usually does. Y/n knew better than to push him. So she walked away.

The trio hunted down all sorts of supernatural beings. They stuck through everything together. Y/n was there when Dean stupidly made a deal to bring back Sam, she was there when the doors of Hell opened. She stuck by Sam when Dean was dragged to Hell. She even went up to the crossroads to sell her soul in exchange of Dean's. Clearly she was refused. When Dean came back from Hell, Sam and Y/n welcomed him back with open arms.

Everything was awful. It sucked but alteast they were in this together. They had each other and that's what all they needed. Y/n was there when they found out Dean broke the first seal in Hell and she was there when Sam broke the last. Y/n was there for the Winchesters when the apocalypse hit and she had hoped they would be together when it ends. They had been trough Hell and back together, literally, and she hoped her family would be by her side. But little did she know.

Dean hasn't been the same ever since he came back from Hell. Everyone noticed. He hadn't been sleeping, he kept drinking. He kept telling everyone that he doesn't remember what happened down in the pit. But he does, and little does he know, Y/n knew too. She could see it on his face that something is eating him away but she knew Dean, and she knew it would be a waste to ask because he wouldn't tell. She'd hear him scream at night, waking up from nightmares, she'd watch him drink himself to self to sleep only to be woken up by the nightmares, again.

The trio had turns sharing rooms while being on hunts, with whatever money they had they could only afford one room but when they could get two, they would. Y/n always shared with one of the boys since they don't want to risk her safety, clearly knowing she can handle herself but it helps them sleep at night.

"You know you can talk to me about anything right?" Y/n walked up to Dean as he poured himself another glass of whiskey.

"Sweetheart its 3am. What're you doing up late?" He ignored her comment.

"I could ask you the same thing." She shrugged.

"Its.." he started.

"Nothing." She finished for him. "I've heard it."

The two of them sat in silence as the clock ticked. Dean stood up from the the chair he was sitting on and made his way towards his bed. He dropped on it with a sigh.

"Dean." Y/n called out and he turned his face to look at her. "You don't have to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders. It's not your responsibility." She said softly.

"Isn't it though?" He asked sitting up.

"It isn't." She said firmly.

"You don't even have half the idea...-"

"Then tell me. Tell me what's bothering you, tell me we can get through this together." Dean shook his head at her words. "Like we always do."

"I started a goddamn apocalypse Y/n, I don't think there's anyone else to blame. Sam may have broken the last seal but I broke the first one. I..." Tears gathered in his eyes which made Y/n scared, if it was bad enough to make Dean cry, it was bad. She made her way towards her bed and sat infront of him.

"I know you broke the first seal Dean. You keep saying so but you never tell us what is it."

"Dean."

"They offered me to....they said they'd take me off the rack if i did the torturing. Time works differently there than here, for you it was four months but there it was forty years. They'd cut me up to nothing and then I'd be whole again and it'd start all over again. I held on for thirty years. But then I broke. I agreed and i did. And the most fucked up part is that I enjoyed doing it."

"It's okay Dean." She went to sit beside him and held him close. "You tried you best, you held on for thirty years Dean." She held back her own tears. "It's not your fault. If anything, I should be blamed equally for letting Sam fall for Ruby's trap. I should've been careful."

"No you're wrong if only I hadn't been so weak, if only i didn't break." He shook his head. "It was the first seal, a righteous man shedding blood in hell. I broke the first seal." He cried. She held him close hoping she could make him realise that it wasn't his fault.

"Now the refusal makes sense." Y/n mumbled under her breath.

"What refusal?" Dean sat up and stared down at her.

"Nothing." She avoided looking at him.

"Y/n." He said calmly but his tone was stern. "Tell me." Y/n looked away completely as she stood and turned away so she didn't have to look at him. "For the love of God tell me Y/n don't test my patience."

"I went to the crossroads demons but they refused. They said they had you exactly where they wanted, I didn't why back then, but now it makes sense."

"You did what?" Dean yelled and grabbed her arm to make her look at him. "You tried to sell your soul?"

"Dean."

"Don't Dean me.!! God damn it." He yelled and Y/n wondered how the hell Sam didn't hear them for the thin motel walls.

"Yes i tried to sell my soul so what huh? You're not the only one who cares okay? I wouldn't have minded giving my soul to bring you back." She yelled back.

"You can't go around doing stupid shit like that." Dean exclaimed clearly on the verge of losing his mind.

"Why do you get to deci-..."

"Because I can't lose you." Dean snapped cutting her mid sentence. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her closer. He cupped her cheeks in his hands. "I can't lose you, sweetheart. I'd happily go back to hell if it means keeping you safe." He said resting his forehead on hers.

"Dean..."

"Please, promise me you won't pull another stunt like that. I can bear those scratches and cuts on you from hunts but this is where i draw the line."

"Dean this isn't fair." She cried.

"There's nothing fair in this life, sweetheart. I've got angels on my ass asking me to say yes to being another angel's bitch. Do you think that's fair?" He chuckled a bit. Y/n shook her head. "Cmon darling, I'm waiting on that promise."

"I promise I won't try to sell my soul. But that's it."

"I can work with that." Dean looked at her teary eyed face as she looked up at him. "If you keep looking at me like that, my resolve will break." He said huskily.

"What're you talking abo-.."

"I really can't take this anymore." Dean mumbled before smashing his lips against hers. He knew he shouldn't have done that, he blamed the alcohol in his system, he tried to pull away as soon his brain registered what he had done but she snaked her arms around his neck and pulled him closer.

His hands immediately went to her waist and picked her up. He gently laid her on one of the beds and hovered above her.

"Please stop me right now or I won't be able to." He murmured against her neck, as he placed soft kisses against her skin.

"I don't want you to." Y/n pulled him up for another kiss. She tugged at his tshirt which he gladly removed. Their clothes were thrown around haphazardly. The two of them continued to bask in pleasure and euphoria as the night progressed they ended up falling asleep in each others arms.

The sun shone through the window of the motel room. Dean had woken up from his slumber as he felt Y/n stir in her sleep. He looked at her sleeping figure and smile appeared on his face. The ringing of a phone made Y/n open her eyes.

"Good morning, sweetheart." Dean pecked her lips and grabbed his phone from the nightstand.

"Morning." She snuggled closer to him.

"Sammy." He answered the phone. "Yeah, uh huh... yeah no, she's still sleeping.." He waited for Sam to finish speaking. "Alright see ya."

"Remind me again, why're we here?" Y/n yawned sitting up, clutching the sheets to hear chest.

"Here as in my bed or here as in this town." Dean grinned as he pulled her into his chest. Leaving kisses on her neck.

"Dean.."

"Well Sammy thinks this girl killing another girl in a school bathroom is our kinda gig. He called to ask if you wanted to tag along to the mental hospital for interrogation i told him you're asleep."

"I see. Breakfast?" She turned to look at him.

"Sure sweetheart." He caressed her cheek. "Shower together? You know it'd save time." He smirked.

She rolled her eyes and went inside the bathroom but she didn't close the door. Dean understood and immediately joined her. To no one's surprise, they just showered together. Dean might've stolen a kiss here and there but that was it.

After shower the two of them got ready and met up with Sam. Y/n sat in the backseat of the Impala as they waited for Sam. As Sam told them what he found out Y/n spoke,

"I don't know if this is our thing Sammy, high schools can be brutal."

"You sound like Dean." Sam retorted.

"You're calling me dumb Sammy?" Y/n fake gasped.

"Sweetheart I'm offended!" Dean feigned hurt.

"Shut your trap you two. Im telling you she said she felt like she was possessed."

"Fine." Y/n groaned and they decided to check out the school.

Truman High School.

"Didn't you say you two went here for a while?" Y/n said as they walked down the hallway.

"A week." Dean replied.

"Reminiscing huh." Y/n teased nudging Sam with her shoulder and he rolled his eyes.

It did turn out be their kind of thing. First they found it was Sam's friend's spirit that was haunting the halls of the high school. After Salt and burning his bones they found out that Sam's friend's bully was messing around too.

"You just had to surround yourself with shitheads didn't you.!" Y/n exclaimed to Sam as they tried to find the piece of hair that kept Dirk's spirit connected to this world.

"I do keep you around so.." Sam shrugged with his famous bitch face making Dean laugh. 

Dirks spirit appeared at and lunged at Y/n who was standing the gate of the bus. He grabbed her in a chokehold while she tried to elbow him. Sam immediately shot him with his shotgun making him disappear but he appeared again. He grabbed Y/n by the arm and threw her at the nearest tree, knocking her out cold.

While Sam tried to wrestle the spirit Dean found the hair, burning it making the ghost disappear.

"Y/n." The two boys rushed to her side and helped her up.

"Hey hey...sweetheart you hear me?." Dean patted her face.

"Im alright." She wheezed before sitting up. "Son of a bitch." She groaned. "Is he gone?"

"For good." Sam replied.

Tags:

@spnfamily-j2 @galway-girlatwork @queensilber

[shogunish]

𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗷𝗼𝘀 & 𝗶. [𝟬𝟭]

pairing. single dad!/dilf! gojo x f! reader

genre. fluff, comfort, slice of life

contents. megumi is gojo's biological son, non-curse! au, language

words. 1.4k

summary. when satoru struggles as a single dad, he's more than thankful when the new neighbor wants to help him out.

note. just a fun little series that i talked with @cinnamonmon about 🫂 also i'm not dead, just lurking in the shadows

comments and reblogs are highly appreciated!

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when you move into your new apartment, you never expect the sadness of a child to fill the dead of night. soft sobs seep through the walls that are as thin as paper, it seems. otherwise, you wouldn't wake up with heavy eyes and half the mind to silently complain about the kid crying next door. with a groan, you check the time: 11 pm. you let your head drop back into the plush of your pillows, arm draped over your eyes as a sigh slips your lips.

sure, it's normal for children to cry, you know that much, but you would give the world up if it meant that the kid shut–

the sound of a key opening a door catches your attention. is the kid's parent just now coming home from work? that is either irresponsible or a very tragic situation. either way, you swing your legs out of bed, quietly approach the wall separating you from your neighbor and press your ear against it.

such matters are none of your business. and yet, your heart breaks.

"there, there. papa is here now, buddy." satoru speaks in soft tones as he enters megumi's room and takes a seat on the edge of the bed. the mattress dips underneath his weight.

white hair is a mess, the toe around his neck loose and a couple of buttons popped open. satoru is as tired as megumi looks.

"where were you? i've waited all day for you, papa." megumi is quick to crawl into his father's arms, burying his face in satoru's chest where he sobbed quietly and refused to let go of his dad. it's likely one of those nights in which satoru would share the bed with megumi, his little bundle of joy (even though the boy is scowling most of the time).

in that moment, satoru hugs megumi a little bit tighter as if it could make up for lost time, hoping that his true feelings somehow got through to the little kid in his arms.

failure is the only thing satoru ever feared when he became a dad and he feels like he's doing a phenomenal job at neglecting his son. satoru wants to be there for megumi, for him to have a good life filled with even better memories and friends, but here he was, crying for his dad who is gone all day and night, stuck in an office that keeps him prisoner every fucking day. it's not fair, he thinks.

a father is supposed to raise his child, love and nurture it, yet..and yet..

you swear you can hear the voice of the man living next door choke up like he is on the verge of tears himself.

when satoru hears three gentle knocks in the morning, he expects the old hag to be behind the door, telling him to control his son or else she'd file a noise complaint. but instead, a pretty woman stands there, a nervous look on your face and a platter of homemade cookies in your shaky hands.

right..the new neighbor who moved in just a couple of days ago. satoru hasn't seen you around before, but you certainly are a sweet thing, looking all shy and nervous. if he didn't think you're there to complain about megumi crying last night, he'd smirk at you and maybe flirt a little bit.

"hey, uhm..i know this might be weird, but may i talk to you for a second?" your voice is soft like velvet and yet, satoru can't help but believe that your next words would be against his son. because of him.

quickly, you lift up the platter of freshly made cookies and let a smile tug at the corners of your lips. "oh yeah, i made cookies, too!"

satoru can't quite make sense of why exactly you show up at his doorstep in the morning, but you..don't look like trouble if you bring cookies. "..sure, come in."

with a nod of your head, you thank satoru and enter the surprisingly cozy home. pictures of megumi and satoru hang on the walls, shelves are filled with books, photographs and souvenirs from travels. it doesn't take a genius to see that the furniture is rather expensive and you silently wonder just how much satoru earns to be able to afford it. maybe you shouldn't touch anything. just in case.

you're ripped out of your thoughts when a wet snout sniffs you and you're greeted by two dogs, one with black fur, one with pristine white fur. just behind them stands megumi who regards you with a somewhat unimpressed look; completely different from the child you heard last night.

smiling, you offer megumi a warm cookie and kneel down to his height. he is an adorable little thing, you think to yourself. "here, have one. but don't let the dogs eat them. chocolate is bad for them, you know?"

the boy looks at his father who nods at him and finally takes the cookie. "thank you..," he mutters and is quick to hide the candy from his dogs that were already regarding him with those infamous puppy eyes. you can't help but laugh.

a smile tugged at the corners of satoru's lips at the view. affectionately, he ruffled through megumi's hair. "go play with the dogs, megumi. the adults need to talk, okay?"

negumi..pouts. "..fine.." even though he doesn't look too satisfied with his father's words, megumi calls his dogs, kuro and shiro, and goes outside in the garden.

once megumi is out of earshot, satoru's face morphs into a more serious expression. sitting down on the couch, he offers you the seat next to him, cerulean eyes stare at you over the rim of his pitch black shades. "so? what is it you wanted to talk about…?"

"[name]," you fill the gap with a kind smile on your lips, putting the platter of cookies on the coffee table. you don't quite know where to start. your concerns, your offer..it is more than just odd. a beat of silence fills the air while you fidget with your fingers, but satoru doesn't seem to mind as he allows you to gather your thoughts.

"it might sound really weird, but..i heard megumi cry last night and..," you trail off, pausing. "..it sounded like you were struggling.."

"..huh..?" satoru's eyes widen at your words. his cool exterior..it cracked.

you suddenly go on an awkward ramble, telling satoru about how megumi woke you up at 11 pm, how you heard the key in the lock and decided to listen in. "what i'm trying to say is.." a soft sigh slips your lips. "..i don't think you're doing this on purpose and if there's something, anything i can do to help.."

satoru glances outside where megumi plays with the dogs, crumbs of your cookies around his mouth and the ghost of a smile on his little features. giving his little treasure into the care of a stranger should be a no-go for any father who loved their child, but..you look like you really wanted to help with those round eyes of yours staring at him so pleadingly. if you hadn't been genuine, you wouldn't be sitting on his couch and offering your help.

a small, humorless laugh escapes satoru's throat. "megumi's mom left me right after he was born. balancing a full-time job with a kid..it makes me feel like i'm the worst father to walk this earth."

satoru took off his shades, letting you see the sky in his eyes. he pushes his messy bangs back, sighs and even though he still looks stressed, the tension in his shoulders leaves as if he shed a small part of the burden placed upon him.

"i don't think you're a bad father. just an overworked one who needs a hand." and when you say those words in a voice so warm that it rivaled honey, satoru can't help but see the light at the end of a tunnel.

at least one person knows he's trying for megumi. even if that person is a stranger, it felt..good to be seen and heard. just what are you, satoru thought. heavensent? an angel? too good to be true? maybe all of the above.

"..do you think you could watch over megumi tomorrow?"

a grin settles down on your features, crinkles the edges of your eyes and lets a little blush bloom on the apples of your cheeks. "of course!"

taglist. @ayanominitrash, @torusmochi

[hminnj]

toji/reader but its spy x family au

You meet Megumi one day, not too long after the debrief for the next mission is done. Quiet black haired kid who you sit in silence with at the park until he speaks up. The kid talks about some new book he read recently, and it goes on for a few hours. No sign of his parents anywhere, or worry from the kid either. Which is odd behavior so in favor of preventing a kidnap, you decide to stay until his mom or dad comes. Most parents and especially moms would be worried for their kid at this point, no?

You treat him to a meal around evening, letting him choose where, then he asks probably the strangest question you could hear from a kid this age.

"Will you adopt me?"

"Im sorry?" You're baffled as he looks at you with full intention.

"Oh wait." He stops to think for a second, and you stare at him hoping the kid hasnt lost his mind. After a second of his pondering, he opens his mouth again, "Will you adopt me, please?"

"Don't you have parents?"

"My dad is a widow."

You choke. Surely he's not serious?

There's nothing but sincerity in his eyes, but you're not sure if thats a good thing right now.

"You do know widow is for the wife in the relationship, right?"

"I don't respect him enough for that, hes big and forgets about me." Truthful and blunt, wonderful.

You stare at the kid, who sits next to you on the bench sipping his drink peacefully. It is strange said father hasn't come looking.

"Are you smart?"

He shrugs. "Good enough"

You believe the kid, based on the 2 hour conversation about his theoreticals and how stupid the book was you figure he isn't lying.

"Then I'll consider it." Megumi nods in response, your answer being good enough for him.

A tall black-haired man dressed formally comes walking up to you, and you think it's the kid's dad.

Megumi throws the man a quick unalarmed glance, "Shiu, tell my dad I found a new mom and don't need him anymore."

Nevermind.

Three weeks later you're newly married and acquainting yourself with a (very large) gruff man whos name is Toji Fushiguro. His son is the spitting image of him (scarily). He mostly accepted your proposal because of the cover up it provides (not that he'd ever get caught anyways), but also because of Megumi.

Your husband of 5 hours lounges on the couch and cant help but wonder if this is what his late wife wanted for him and Megumi. He shrugs it off quickly as he watches you explain the new school and its systems to Megumi. Who just nods along and accepts the snacks you hand him.

[alexa-fika]

Can you create a story about Mihawk's son who gets injured or kidnapped ?

More Mihawk please 🙏

( sorry for the grammar or spelling mistakes am not good at English )

A/N: Again, I don't know. if this is good, but you guys are popping off with Midnight Lessons so maybe this is up to your tastes? Thank you for the request Anon! Feel free to drop by my ask box to requests or simply to say hi!

Also don't worry English is also not my first language!

Dividers by @/saradika

Papa to the rescue ( Mihawk x male!reader)

Sniffles and stifled sobs could be heard in a cold, dark cell of a ship sailing somewhere on the East Blue.

“Shut up, you damn brat!” Growls Don Krieg.

Glaring at the child, he walks toward the cell, a smirk suddenly replacing his sneer.

“Do you know why you are here, you little twerp?

He sniffles, shaking his head

“Oh my my, aren’t we scared? A shame your papa can’t come and save you; what a disappointment.”

Krieg laughs mockingly and looks toward the small child.

“It’s because of him that you are here, brat so that I can finally have revenge on that bastard! It will be perfect for breaking down your stubborn, cocky father. I bet having to see his little boy die will make the bastard come around, kneeling in front of me and begging for mercy. Or he’s too much of a coward. Either way, win-win for me.”

“Papa wouldn’t do that.”

“Oh no, you misunderstand. Your papa won’t see you die. He’ll see you in agony, a slow, excruciating death by starvation or a beating, a torture that will make you beg for death. All by my hands, too.”

“He wouldn’t bow down to you! “

Krieg grips the small boy by the collar and picks him up to his eye level. His dark scowl is met by the red face of the boy, tears filling his eyes.

“He will, little brat.” His voice is low, threatening.

“Or you die.”

“He won’t! Because he will slash you! You can’t beat papa.”

Krieg’s grip tightens at the mention of Mihawk, his sneer returning in full force.

He growls out a sharp response as a fire of rage sparked in his eyes, his hands tightening around the kid’s neck.

“I will! And he will beg me for mercy before you die in front of him!”

He said, dropping Reader to the ground.

It all happened in an instant; Reader’s mind could barely keep up with what happened in the next few minutes.

He remembered that screams started coming from upstairs. He remembered Kreig turning towards the dungeon entrance, equally confused about the sudden chaos that had erupted from upstairs.

The next thing that happened Reader could remember clearly, as the familiar silhouette of their father came down the stairs into the dungeon.

“Papa!” They cheer as he closes in to the cell Reader was in and towards Don Krieg, who stands in front of it

Krieg made quick work of the cell lock, running inside and grabbing the kid, putting them in a chokehold, and holding a gun to his neck.

“So you finally show yourself, you bastard! Better start kneeling, or you can say goodbye to the brat,” he cackles.

Reader is quick to dig their tiny teeth into Don Krieg’s hand, taking advantage as he winces and slightly lessens his hold to raise his head to headbutt him, quickly running to his dad the moment Don Krieg let go of him to hold their bleeding nose.

His head snaps back as the young man headbutts him; Krieg grunts in pain. A burst of blood spurts down from his nose

He scoffs,

“Damn brat!”

“You’re not going anywhere!” he growls, pointing his gun towards the child and taking the shot.

The next few seconds, although hard to keep up with, Reader was quick to understand what had just happened as his father now stood in front of him, Yoru unsheathed and a sliced bullet landing on each side of Reader.

“Reader. Wait upstairs,” his words curt, but one could hear the aggravation in his tone.

Reader nods, running upstairs to wait for his dad; he does not have to wait long, however, as Mihawk joins him no more than a minute later.

He gently picks him up and jumps onto his small raft.

“Are you hurt?”

The child looks up at him, his eyes watering.

“I’m okay ’cause Papa is here,” he says, hugging him tightly.

“Good,” he says as he puts a hand around the child and smiles.

“I’ll make sure it stays that way,” setting his course back to Karai Barai Island.

“How did you find me?”

“Do not worry about that.”

They smile, a slight idea as to who aided his father in finding him.

“Im glad you found me, Papa; I was scared,”

It’s okay, son,” he says, rubbing his head.

“Let us get you to bed.”

Reader nods, watching dazed as the splashing waves soon turn into flowing grass and soon into the familiar floors as they arrive at their headquarters, soon arriving at their own room as Mihawk gently lays Reader down on the bed.

“Can you stay with me tonight, Papa?”

“I will only stay for a short while; there are things I must attend to.” He responds, sitting down on a chair next to his son

Reader smiles, staring at his father as he slowly lulls himself to sleep after a long and terrifying day.

Despite his words, Mihawk could be seen sitting down next to his son all night; of course, no member of Crossguild would ever comment on this, and neither would they ever comment on the soft look he had on his face as he stared at his son, finally home safe

What do you guys think? Was it as good as Midnight Lessons or kinda, eh? Please let me know so I know what I can improve on next time! Do we like child! reader more than the romantic pieces? Who's next?

[imagine-silk]

if okay if you feel uncomfortable doing this or you just don’t want to, I couldn’t find any rules in your profile, but will you either do a platonic yandere miguel o’hara or platonic yandere parker family finding out that the reader self harms? I hope you have a good day/night!

》¿Por qué no los dos? This brand of ask isn't my favorite but I do my best to do it justice. It's a serious topic.

The Parker's (using the babysitter background x)

Absolutely not. They found out after you were half living at their house and they are speechless. Nothing could have prepared them for this.

Your family either doesn't know or overlook it. Either way they hate your family, your parents especially. None of your siblings snitched on you? Not even once? That disdain is set in stone and there is nothing you could do about it.

You always wear some sort of long sleeve and they're cool with that but they wrapped your arm underneath with bandages. Lord knows they have a ton of them. Don't even think about taking them off because they check everyday.

As impossible as it sounds, they spend more time with you.

MJ gets off of work the second her shift is over. "Sorry. My son/daughter is waiting for me to get home." She doesn't get into it ever. If someone asks, you're having homework trouble.

Peter makes sure Mayday is with you all the times. You can't have anything sharp around a baby. Especially a baby that climbs everywhere. Plus that means they can get more pictures. Win-win.

They make sure you know you can talk to them if you have anything to say. They will always listen. Peter is always willing to stop everything for it. He knows how hard things can hit you.

Miguel

He reacts with aggression at first. He freaks out, asking about who did it to you and what their names are. When you say it was you he doesn't believe it. You might be covering for someone or you didn't know who did it. He's even willing to believe you did it on accident. It takes a few minutes to convince him you did it.

After that he pulls you into a hug and says he's proud of you for telling him instead of waiting until he found out. He shushes you while you cry on his shoulder.

He says he trusts you to keep away from doing it or making any plans to hurt yourself but that's not true. Dude has inter-dimensional cameras he watches at work and checks when you're sleeping. He makes an effort to grab your arm every so often. Nothing to tip you off.

He doesn't press you to talk about it. He asks if you want to talk about it once and then let's you come to him on your terms. Any time you do he holds your hand.

As a single dad he can't always be there or have someone to keep you company so he tries to keep you busy. He'll get you into any hobby you want. If it's basketball he'll never miss a game. If it's ballet he will buy as many shoes as you go through. If you like cooking he'll leave every meal in your hands and stock the fridge. Anything.

Now that all that fluff is out of the way let's get down to business. Everyone around you is a suspect. All your classmates or co-workers. Every Spider who comes into contact with you. Any villain that seems to know about you in the slightest, even if they don't know he's your father, is maimed. You need to feel safe and loved and he doesn't need any unwanted stress in your life. Every single one of them is one the chopping block and his axe is very heavy.

[riniworld]

Hmm.. How about a Yan! Prince x older! Royal sorcerer reader?

Or maybe Yan prince x siren/mermaid reader? Maybe when he gets lost at sea and when reader saves him and brings him back to shore he basically places a bounty on siren readers head and whoever brings reader to him they'll be awarded with money?

You can choose either one, doesn't really matter to me lol

I'll do the second one 'cause there's a scenario lol

no pronouns for the reader mentioned

warnings// obsession,i don't think there's anything else.

refrence// you,mermaid.

humid air is blowing,the weather is sunny and the sea is calm.

what's the best day to sail than this day?

but the prince doesn't like the sea,he just want to go back to his room and read some books or maybe even paint if he's in the mood.

but his father has insist for him to go with them.

he's seating on the edge of the ship,watching everyone working and his father telling the captain how long they will sail and when they will return,expect him,he don't have anything to do.

his father took him in a hurry and he didn't bring with him anything to wast time on.

it was a normal sailing everything went fine and boring.

it's dinner time,the prince and his father is eating in a room alone,They're on their way back to the shore.

suddenly they feel the ship moving in a wierd way,right and left.

it was a fainting movement so no one cared about it,but soon it started swaying violently,the planets fell on the ground and the two royals doing they're best to not roll with the movement of the ship.

"I'm going to see what's happening,you stay here son." the king said and start walking to the door carefully.

it's been some minutes since the king left.

the prince started feeling dizzy,he's gonna throw up in any minute

the last thing he remember is the window breaks and the water start to fill the room.

you were having your fun with the animals in the sea.

you've always loved playing with these creature and staying alone rather than being with the rest of the family.

you swam randomly, not having a specific place in mind,when you saw something or someone felling down, it looked like a human.

you're family has warned you from humans alot saying they're a dangerous creatures,and if they knew about you no one will stay well.

but you were curious plus he was nearly dead.

you swam to him getting closer carefully.

you decided to get him out of the sea,you don't want to be a reason for someone to die right?

you put him on your shoulder and swim to the shore.

you put him on the sand after checking that no one is there.

after some seconds he start coughing and groan.

you startled at his sudden movement and back away a bit.

he opened his eyes but closed them right after because of the sun.

"heck,where am i" he murmured.

you were about to leave but when he heard noises from the sea he looked at you.

you froze,you were scared that something might happen, but he kept looking at you with wide eyes.

"who-? who are you?"

you stayed silent,don't know what to say or if you should say anything at all.

but he,he was stunned. you were too beautiful to be true.

like a fairytale,something he didn't think he'll find in reality just in books,he even forget his pain.

You dived into the water the prince shouted "wait" but it was too late.

it's been two weeks,two weeks and you stayed in his mind.

he couldn't think of anything but you,he even painted you a few times now.

how could he find you again? where are you now? will he see you again?

he looked at one of his painting of you,it was right in front of his bed.

then this idea crossed his mind.

he ordered the Guards, reporters, and preachers to hang posters of you, and whoever can bring you to him will get several million.

the civilians was confused,mermaid? is there anything like that? is the prince okay?

knock knock

"come in" the prince said as someone knocked on his door

the king entered with a frown "what's the meaning of this?"

he was holding one of the posters.

"it's like what is written in it"

"...you're books started playing with your mind,what's nonsense is that? mermaid? really?"

"yes really."

"Do you know what the people are saying about you right now?"

"i don't care" he didn't even look at his father,turns the pages of the book.

"I will order to take down all of this posters"

the prince slams the book shot "no you won't"

"i will,and that's that,i just wanted to tell you to stop all that" with that the king left.

well if his father going to stand in his face,then he'll do it himself.

the night was cold,but he didn't care.

he'll stay here at the ship untill he sees a glimp of you.

he already put a pool full of sea water.

he's so sure he'll catch you,after all he spends most of his time searching on how to attract a mermaid.

Pearls were easy to obtain, as he was a prince and owned many of these shining jewels.

he put Many of them on the ship, until it becomes shone at night.

sure you'll love it right?

Many of the seaving crew were there, ready to catch something they did not know what is it or if it was real,but they couldn't disobey the prince after all

.

you were returning to your family when something shining caught your eye,oh it was so beautiful,like the moon has come to the earth,it won't be a problem to just see what's that right?

you swim to the top.

as soon as the prince saw a Shadow coming his way, his eyes lit up.

he orders the crew to get ready as they bring the net closer to the edge.

as soon as you put your head up a net was thrown at you.

you struggles to get out but it was too late,they already lifting you up.

you felt yourself getting in a water again and when you opened your eyes you saw the same human you saved looking at you with a wierd look.

would it be better if you let him die that day?

that was fun to write!

also if you're confused at what happened when the window breaks on the prince.

it was just his part who broke the rest of the ship was a little better but it was sinking from behind (the place where the prince was), but they were able to reach the shore before it sank completely.

have a nice day/night

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[your-local-bookworm]

Forgotten Faults.

PERCY JACKSON × DAUGHTER OF ARES!READER.

Summary: Things get confusing when the son of Poseidon grows an unexplainable liking for a daughter of Ares who seems to be adamant on ignoring him.

Part 2

Warnings: Battle in Camp ?? Reader is hurt. Kampé. I don't know, honestly. Percy is a very confused teenager.

Note: This part is more focused on the battle than Percy and Reader's relationship, because it will only seem realistic as they're not yet very close.

Fourteen year old still, but Percy is preparing for his first real battle. He wonders if it'll be like the ones he watched in movies as a kid or that gory movie he watched with Paul when his mom wasn't home. He hopes it's not the latter.

It was the biggest military operation he'd ever seen at camp. Everyone was at the clearing, dressed in full battle armour, but this time it wasn't for capture the flag. The Hephaestus cabin had set up traps around the entrance to the Labyrinth razor wire, pits filled with pots of Greek fire, rows of sharpened sticks to deflect a charge. Beckendorf was manning two catapults the size of pickup trucks, already primed and aimed at Zeus's Fist. Apollo's and Hermes's cabins were scattered in the woods with bows ready. Many had taken up positions in the trees. Even the dryads were armed with bows, and the satyrs trotted around with wooden cudgels and shields made of rough tree bark. Annabeth went to join her brethren from the Athena cabin, who had set up a command tent and were directing operations. A grey banner with an owl fluttered outside the tent. The security chief, Argus, stood guard at the door. Aphrodite's children were running around, straightening everybody's armour and offering to comb the tangles out of the horsehair plumes. Even Dionysus's kids had found something to do. The god himself was still nowhere to be seen. The Ares cabin was on the front line, drilling in phalanx formation with Clarisse calling orders. He failed to track Y/N, though. Also Grover and ... where's Nico??

It appears all of Percy's friends chosen to disguise themselves. Or not, he spotted Nico exiting the Apollo cabin, followed closely by Y/N. Nico took positioned himself beside the Dionysus kids while she came running up to where Chiron was next to him.

"We're all ready, Chiron." she said, boldness radiating off her like moonlight. It set her aglow. It was a nice thing to remember if he died in this battle. He thought of his mom and Paul, Annabeth and Grover, Tyson, Luke, Clarisse and her. So many lives at risks just because some lousy gods got into a fight with their father... grandfather... whatever.

Y/N took a place beside him. "You alright Jackson?"

"Couldn't be any more prepared for this"

When it began it was unlike anything he'd been in before. But much more like the kid's movies, must be because of the monsters. Paul's movie was only humans and horses. When Kampé attacked the Athena tent, Percy and Annabeth stroke back, but the poison was clouding them both.

"Come on" he shouted "We need help!"

But no help came. Everyone was either down or scared or fighting. And when Kampé took a go at Annabeth, Percy was convinced he'll have to witness his friend die, because Chiron's arrows were too late and so was Percy.

Then a sword sprouted through Kampé and Percy saw your figure emerge from behind. Kampé fell and last of Chiron's arrows hit Y/N instead.

Y/N let out a scream as the arrow bit into her flesh and blood streamed down her arm. Her knees hit the ground splattered with her own blood. Percy's heart plummeted.

"Now" Annabeth shouted, eyes trailing the fallen figure beside her. She rose and almost hit Kampé. Almost. But Kampé was fast and in the next five seconds, Annbeth too rolled onto the ground, crying in pain, with blood pouring from the side of her head

To Percy's great, no, huge .. wait. Provoking every bit of satisfaction in Percy's heart, the next cry he heard was from Kampé as Mrs. O'Leary threw her away like a discarded can of soft drink.

His eyes followed upon Daedalus and Briars the hundred handed one charging into battle

When the chaos deceded and night sky ruled over them, Percy retured to his friends. He was more glad than he can express when he found them all on one piece.

Dinner had no order and class, every demigod sat with their friends and Percy found Annabeth, Grover, Nico, Y/N and a Apollo guy, Will Solace? Will Slice? Will Whatever. Sitting on the Poseidon table. His pride soared but that was before his brain clicked and concluded that the Apollo cabin were treating to everyone and had set up their agenda in the dining space.

He took his short stroll up to Cabin 3's table.

Y/N, Will and Annabeth were indulged in conversation Nico tried to fight of his fatigue while Will bandaged around Y/N's shoulder, the gaping black hole now under protective layers of gauge.

"Not a summer goes by that I don't have to treat your bloody wounds." Will scolded her

"You humour me, Solace. This is only my second summer in camp half-blood."

"And you've got yourself in trouble at least a dozen times. Your arms are all scarred"

"It's because I am a dutiful camper. A born warrior. I wear my scars like badges of honour and braver--."

"You are born clumsy."

"I can still punch you."

"Not with a shoulder like that."

"Hey there everyone?" Percy announced his presence

'He-Hey seaweed brain." Annabeth smiled

"Hello Jackson."

"Hi Percy, now before everything else. You got any injuries I should know about."

"Oh, no i don't " Percy replied, "Could've just taken a shower if I did anyway."

"You know what Will?" Y/N turned to the said boy, "Never thought of it this way, but what if I throw myself in a fire pit and see if it heals my injuries?"

Percy wasn't sure if he's ever seen her joke.

"And what if you don't?" Will replied, tugging the last of gauge around her shoulders. He sat beside Nico.

"You shouldn't, really" Annabeth added, looking genuinely concerned.

"Alright." Y/N shrugged.

"I'll head to my cabin. See you lot later" Annabeth stood up. "Thank you once again Y/N, goodnight. You too Percy."

"Goodnight, Wise girl."

"Goodnight Anne, don't worry about it too much."

Percy turned to Y/N when Annabeth departed, "What were you talking about?"

"Luke."

"Oh" Percy didn't want to think of him now. " Can I ask you something?"

Percy knew he shouldn't. Speaking facts, every bit of conscience that remained inside his head bargained not to. But he did anyway.

"Why do you hate me?" No no no. That came out wrong. He resisted from face palming into the table.

"What?" Y/N stared at him. Similar expressions were to be casted upon the two boys sitting with them.

"You.. you always seem to uh, ignore me." He stumbled upon his words. Not as bad as his heartbeat though.

"The Ares and Poseidon children don't have the best relationship now, do they?"

"It feels more than that."

Y/N remained silent. Engulfed in her thoughts.

"When I first came to camp, last summer. A few week after that, you dropped a wave on me. By the lake."

Memories flooded his brain, that was her?!

"Never apologised." Y/N added.

"I didn't know it was you!!"

"You completely ruined my sketchbook!"

"Unintentionally! I am sorry." Percy was redeemed speechless.

"As you should be."

"I am. Really. I'm sorry."

"I forgive you. But if you're looking for a way to pay me back, could you please bring me a glass of water?"

"Sure"

Moments later when Percy came back with a bottle full of water. Y/N was once again engaged in talking with Will Solace. He handed it to her.

"Thank you."

"Thank you too. For saving our heads back there."

"We're all in this together, Jackson."

"So, peace?" Percy suggested, thrusting his hand forward. Excitement erupted in his chest when she took it.

"For now, Goodnight boys." And she walked of i to the night.

"Goodnight!" Will called back.

'Now that is a win." Percy thought to himself on his way back to Cabin 3.

Well, percy and reader are friends now, i do have plans for a few mort parts to this.

[marymary-diva17]

talking about him

spider Socorro x mom reader

content : spider x mom reader, mention of quaritch and the recoms, and talking about the past, missing old loved ones and friends, father like son worries, mother and chid relationship.

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When a child learns about a parent they have never meet, there will have my questions about this know person. Who was this second person who was the reason they were in this world right now, they wanted to know more about the parent or adult that was no longer here. Most of these children want to learn the good and bad of of their missing parent to see if they are their idol or someone to fear becoming. Right now a boy was dealing with the struggle right now after learning about his father.

Spider “ …..” Spider was waiting out of his and his mom's home. He was taking a deep breath in and out as he was working on what to say to his mom. He had more questions about Quaritch, your dead husband, and his father. He was not getting the answers he needed from Norm or Jake, who would try to switch the conversation to something else. Well the human adults will do the same thing as norm and Jake. Even when he asked mo’at and Neytiri about any of the stories of his father, they would tell him he was not like him he was pure of heart like his mom.

Spider “ come on I can do this just ask mom about him, I need to know more about him she will tell me right if I can tame a ikran on my own I can talk with my mom”

spider “ yes she is understanding and helpful women she will know where I’m coming from, she loves me and I love her she will tell me”

???? “ oh who is this women you are talking about” soon spider had turned around and saw you standing that’s carrying some meat, for dinner along with some other stuff as well.

spider “ oh hey mom what are you doing here”

y/n “ coming home to make dinner for us”

spider “ oh let me help you with that mom” spider had to you and grabbed some of the stuff you were carrying, you gave him a soft smile and kissed his forehead.

y/n “ thank you honey” soon the mother and son had entered the home, spider and started the fire for cooking and keep the home warm.

spider “ umm mom I wish to talk to you about something”

y/n “ oh sure spider you have all my attention”spider once again took a breath in and out before he started talking with his mom, he knew mention that man will either be good or bad.

spider " umm mom can you told me a bit more Information about him" you were cutting up the meat when you look at spider and right away you can tell he was talking about quaritch there was not lie there.

y/n " what will you love to know about him"

spider " well why or what made you fall in love with him"

y/n " well when we first started off we were friends and he was not that bad of man from the start, he was good and great leader he was one of my closest friends here and cared about me ... he was there when I got my heart broken and helped me move on"

spider " what do you mean your got your heartbroken"

y/n " well there was someone back on earth that I love and care for but he soon left me to marry some other lady that was in his words rich and beauty and nothing like me"

spider " wow he sounds like a jerk"

y/n " yeah he was a jerk you father made a promise to go back to earth and hunt him down for me"

spider " wow"

y/n " when he asked me to marry him it was years before you entered the picture and I said yes, he made me happy and were thinking about starting a life with the person I love"

spider " did he know about me or no"

y/n " I was planing to tell him but soon the war broke out and everything changed, I couldn't tell him and never got to tell him that news of you"

spider " then you got in that horrible accident and had to be saved"

y/n " yes and days later I was told of you father death when I woke up no on wanted to tell me worried it will be bad for me"

spider " you know that Jake and neytiri killed him right"

y/n " yes they told me I don't blame them for what happened, your fatehr choice his path and I seems like I couldn't save him"

spider " mom you are not to blame for what to him"

y/n " I know son but I didn't lose him I lost many good friends those days grace and trudy soon followed by other as well"

spider " can you tell me their names mom I wish to know them"

y/n " well there was lyle, Z-dog, and Brown, Ja, masnk, walker, Lopez, Prager, Sean, and Zhang, Warren they were one of my many soldiers friends"

spider " they all dead as well fighting for the RDA"

y/n " yes they were all close to quaritch I lost them all that day, and I found out they were all dead the same day as him I mourned for them and lived on my life"

spider " I'm sorry mom for bring up the past"

y/n " it okay honey"

spider " so what happened after that"

y/n "After I was allowed to be out of the hospital and move around freely I went to the battle ground, I need to see what else had happened that day .... I helped me come to terms that all those we lost were never coming back" s

spider " oh mom" spider soon hugged you and you hugged him back, even due there were worried that spider will become like his dad that never happened.

y/n " my son you don't have to worry about becoming like him, as you will walk your own path"

spider " thank you mom"

y/n " good now hand me some spices for the meat"

spider " yes mom" spider soon smiled towards you as he stared helping you make dinner, the mother and son talked about her past all night. Spider had many question about his father and everyone else from your past, he wanted to know all of these people and understand you relationship with them.

spider " hey mom did you ever think about having more then one kid"

y/n " yes I did I actually wanted two or three kids but plans change, but now I have you and that all I need right now"

spider " so you are not thinking about dating and fining love again"

y/n " oh my son love is not for me right now maybe one day eywa will give me a chance of love again if you are find with me finding love again"

spider " I want you to be happy mom so go ahead and find love again"

y/n " here I want you to have this my son" you soon handed an old arm band that belong to you, well it was an old version of yours with some new detail added.

spider " really mom you want me t have this"

y/n " yes think it as a family heirloom once you have kids when you are older and mature you will past it on to them"

spider " thank you mom ... wow it fits on right" you soon smile towards your son and kissed his forehead making him laugh, no matter how old he got he will always be your baby boy. The mother and son soon ate dinner once it was ready spider told his mother, about his day and she enjoyed hearing everything he was saying. Soon enough the memories of the past will come to life, and they wont be going away that easily.

[alrightberries]

seasons change

PAIRING: dabi x reader

SUMMARY: in which you and dabi are childhood best friends who are bad with feelings.

alternatively, all the words unspoken between you and dabi are summarized with just one short word: goodbye.

TAGS & WARNINGS: implied sex, smoking, kinda unhealthy relationship, implied body horror (it's dabi)

a/n: this has been rotting in my drafts for so long; i wrote this before dabi's backstory was officially revealed no one come for me for the wonky timeline

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six.

you didn't like cleaning houses. or, a better way of putting it was, you didn't like cleaning someone else's house six days a week, four weeks a month, twelve months a year.

days always ended with back pain and scraped knees from the intense floor scrubbing, and you didn't like the way the wet rags would leave your fingers wrinkled and cramping.

your mom insisted that cleaning was fun because it built character and discipline. you insisted that it wasn't fun, and that cleaning your house was much easier than cleaning a mansion (but, really now, anything was a mansion to you compared to your one bedroom house).

"okay, how about we play another game?" your mom asks with a teasing smile. "whoever cleans the mops the fastest, wins!"

it was five o'clock in the evening and you were tired— your shoulders and elbows hurt and at this point you were ready to pass out in your futon back at home. but work is from seven to seven, and you still had to polish the gym's... red mill? treck mill? you can't remember what they were called.

"but momma, i'm tired." you whined. "can we go home now? i wanna go to school tomorrow."

the wide smile on your mom's face gets smaller, and you don't know how to describe it. she was smiling but why did she seem sad? smiles weren't meant to be sad.

"maybe you should skip school tomorrow too. don't you want to spend more time with momma?"

you do want to spend more time with momma, but you've been skipping school for two months now. you miss your friends. you miss when work was play, and play was play, and play was fun.

when you don't reply, your mom sighs and kneels on the floor, fingers lifting your chin to meet her eyes. "tell you what. how about you rest for now, okay? i'll clean up the mops and polish the treadmills, you stay here. if anyone comes in, just pretend to be cleaning, okay?"

"okay!"

her foot steps pad away when she slides the big door close, and you sigh when you finally sit down for the first time in what felt like hours. but just as soon as the doors slid close, they opened again, and you tense. you knew it wasn't your mom, mom always knocks.

"oh— uh, sorry." a boy, probably the son of your mom's client, murmurs in surprise. his white hair is the first thing you notice, his blue eyes (were they blue? maybe green?) the second. "i saw L/N-san leave the gym and thought you were finished."

"we're almost done," was the only thing you managed to say softly, before— "oh!" you dipped into a deep bow. "good evening, todorki-sama."

"ugh, sama?" you don't see but the boy grimaces. "don't call me that, you make me sound so old."

"i'm sorry, todoroki—"

"—san."

"okay, todoroki-san."

"...you can stop bowing now," he laughs awkwardly, and you straighten up. "my dad says i'm not supposed to talk to you."

"mom says I’m not supposed to talk to you either."

"oh."

a moment passes, and neither of you know what to say. you were still staring at the floor and fiddling with your hands while waiting for him to talk or leave or... something.

suddenly, todoroki clears his throat, awkwardly shifting around. "why don't the adults want us to talk?"

"i don't—"

"todoroki touya!" a firm voice booms from the doorway, and you grab a rag and start polishing the reck mill. you don't turn around when you hear todorki approach his father, footsteps fading away and the door sliding shut again.

no more than a minute later, your mom came back. she lifted your chin again and gave you a kiss on the forehead, small smile on her face when she grabbed a rag to help you clean.

she looked paler than she did when she left, and you don't mention it when you notice her fingers start shaking. you don't mention the red stuff on the white handkerchief peeking out of her pocket, either.

eight.

"i'm bored."

"okay."

"i'm bored."

"i heard you."

"y/n, i'm bored."

"what am i supposed to do about it?"

"...entertain me."

you smile. "entertain you how?"

"tell me about your quirk," todoroki said one day, mindlessly tapping his pencil on the table. there was some kind of math written on the papers in front of him, but it was gibberish in your eyes— you could, just barely, read and count, but you don't know what business a triangle has being surrounded by numbers and the ABCs.

"i don’t have one, todorki-san."

"touya-kun, i told you to call me touya-kun." he grumbles, and you giggle.

"okay, touya-kun." you don't know why touya kept talking to you— he was probably bored, like he said, and maybe lonely— but you liked his company.

"did the counselor say you were quirkless?"

"no," you adjust your grip on the broom. "mom says we can't afford quirk counseling, but she's quirkless so i probably am too."

"don't schools have free quirk counseling?"

school. huh, you haven't thought of that in a while. so you shrug. "i wouldn't know, i don't go to school anymore."

"really?!" he screeches, and you nod. a long, bored groan escapes his lips, and you laugh when be dramatically flops down on the floor. "you're so lucky!"

not really, you wanted to say. i'm just lucky you're homeschooled so i'm not alone. speaking of which—

"are those from training again?" you eye the bruises that litter his arms. you don't think you've ever seen him without a bruise in the years you've known each other.

"yeah, dad's been really strict lately," he says, and you don't get the chance to ask him more about it because there's a knock on the door. you step away from him, going back to sweeping the room just as his mom comes in with a tray of food in her hands, and touya lets out a yell of happiness.

she teases him about his unfinished math homework before she leaves, and you try to ignore the smell of miso and fish his mom made for him. when was the last time you ate? was it yesterday or the other day? you couldn't remember.

"d'you want some?" touya asks when he hears your tummy grumble embarrassingly loud. but you decline. "no, it's okay. your mom made those for you."

"she made too much though, and i don't want it to go to waste."

liar. you've seen him eat, he could eat two servings of what he had now and still ask for dessert. but you keep quiet this time, putting down the broom and accepting todoroki's invitation when he pats the spot next to him.

"haven't you eaten lunch yet?" he asks, and you quietly shake your head as he lends you his chopsticks.

"well, why not?"

"i don't know how to cook."

"doesn't your mom cook for you?"

"she does, but she's in the hospital."

touya tries to think of the past week and realizes he hasn't seen her around, not even heard her voice to call you from another room. so he asks, "is she going to be okay?"

"maybe? the nice doctor said she'll be fine." you reply. touya only nods.

he slips two rice balls in your bag just before you leave that day, telling you to give one to your mom when she gets back from the hospital.

"oh! and tell her i said hi."

he keeps slipping you rice balls after that because you never got to tell her he said hi, and you never got to tell her goodbye, either.

eleven.

there are sniffles coming from touya's room.

the sniffles make you pause mid-polish of a large and empty vase in the hallway, and you've been awkwardly standing in front of his door for a good six minutes now, unsure what to do. should you go get his parents? no, that would make it seem like you were eavesdropping on their son. should you knock? yeah, knocking seemed like a good choice.

so you do; three soft knocks on his door, and suddenly the sniffles stop.

"touya?" you call out, knocking again. "it's me."

there's a moment of silence before the door hesitantly cracks open. he doesn't open it all the way at first, one eye peeking out to make sure it really was you. the door opens fully this time, and you're confused when he peers around the empty hallway, eyes lingering to make sure no one was there, before yanking you inside, arms wrapping around your waist and his head tucking into the crook of your neck.

"touya, what are you—"

"please stay with me," came his little squeak, followed by more sniffles and his body wracking from his ragged breaths. an arm wraps around his torso, the other one cradling the back of his head as you shushed him and reassured him, slowly rocking both your bodies back and forth.

"do you want to talk about it?" you ask quietly, and touya shakes his head, burrowing deeper into you.

you nod. "it's okay, you don't have to."

your words were calm and reassuring but internally you were panicking. all the hairs on your body stood on its end because there was this... smell, one that you could only compare to a mixture of butane and a burning dumpster.

burning skin, your brain horrifically corrected, and every fibre of your being was screaming at you to get the hell out of there.

but then you realize where the smell is coming from, and its only when you lean back do you realize touya's arms were red and raw. how the hell did you not see that before?

"your arms—"

"i know," he cuts you off, voice nasally and choked up. "i don't want to talk about it. you said we didn't have to talk about it."

you sigh, gently coaxing him from where he was still buried in the crook of your neck, and his grip on you only tightens. "i'm not leaving, i promise." your hand begins to rub reassuring circles on his back. "i just want you to look at me."

when you coax him out again, he obliges, but still doesn't look at you. so you do the first thing that came to mind— a habit learned from a hazy memory of your mother.

fingers gently grasped the bottom of his chin, gently lifting up his gaze before soft lips place a small kiss on his forehead. he freezes at first, but he gradually melts into your gentle touch, once again burrowing his face into the crook of your neck as you whispered small reassurances into his ear.

the following day, touya's eyes were a little dimmer and he wore nothing but long sleeved shirts.

fourteen.

When you first came to work on a random Tuesday afternoon, the entire Todoroki estate was quiet. This was normal. They were a family who spoke to each other quietly, never raising their voice or making a ruckus (except for Endeavor). What wasn’t normal, however, was the somber mood that seemed to loom the entire house as a woman with white hair and red streaks— the eldest Todoroki sister, you remember— wordlessly gave you your list of chores for the day before locking herself in her room.

The atmosphere made you uncomfortable. It didn’t help that Touya didn’t even attempt to bother you the entire day either, but you didn’t think much of it. He was probably doing his homework in the study or training somewhere else.

So it came as a surprise to you when, just as you were walking through the park on your way back home, the smell of burnt flesh reached your nose once again and all the hair in your body stood up. Your instincts screamed at you to run, something you undoubtedly would’ve done had a hand not shot out from underneath the bushes and tripped you, forcing you to fall on the ground and meet two familiar turquoise eyes— hidden in the shrubbery— staring into your own.

After getting over your initial shock you took Touya back to the house your mother had left behind. Normally you wouldn’t be allowed to keep a house if you were underage, but lucky for you things the government mixed up your files and you were allowed to inherit it with no next of kin or legal guardians. The house fell to your name, and it was all you had left.

“I- Touya, I don’t know what to do.” You panicked, staring at the angry red flesh on his arms and upper torso. He was lying down on your tiny kitchen table, shirtless and pants charred. Your cleaning gloves did little to hide the shake of your hands, the visual of him in pain and surrounded by bloodied rags. “I can’t treat you. We need to call the hospital—”

“Don’t.” He rasped weakly, breathing heavy. You noticed that the underside of his eyes were burnt as well. Didn’t it hurt him to blink? “You can’t.”

“Why not?!”

“My family thinks I’m dead.”

sixteen.

Around spring, you finally had the guts to resign from your job at the Todoroki household and pursue another one. It wasn’t anything big— just a small waitressing job at a curry restaurant a couple blocks away from your neighborhood. Still, the pay was okay and you didn’t have to watch a family mourn the loss of a son you were secretly harboring.

You weren’t sure exactly what prompted you to let him stay. He told you a little bit of his life— why he did what he did, and though you sympathized with him fully was it really right for you to keep him around?

Maybe it was the feeling of being indebted to him every time you pretended not to see him slip an extra cup of rice or an extra bowl of soup into your take home meals. Maybe it was the feeling of being thankful when he secretly lent you books so you could improve your skills on reading and writing. Maybe it was the feeling of guilt from not making him tell you what was bothering him on the day you heard him crying, convinced that if you had then you wouldn’t be here now. You weren’t sure— but you were glad you let him stay.

“Hey, I’m home.” You called out tiredly, dumping your keys in your bag. A puff of white hair peaked out from behind the couch, and you couldn’t help the amusement in your eyes as you stared at Touya.

“Got another piercing, I see.” You mused as you set down the bag of curry on the diningroom table. Touya didn’t reply as he silently extinguished his cigarette and helped you set the table.

Ever since the day he faked his own death, he’s been... different, to say the least, and you weren’t surprised at all.

He’s been more closed off, more quiet. You weren’t sure if it was because he didn’t like being a “jobless deadbeat” (his words, not yours) while you worked your ass off to support the two of you; or if it was because he wasn’t used to living “the poor life” (again, his words not yours) compared to his previous life of luxury.

You didn’t have much to offer; just an old but well-kept house that's seen better days, a large futon you and your mother shared, and a life living paycheck to paycheck and buried in debt while he busied himself with chores and whatever he could do around the small house.

Three meals a day wasn’t guaranteed with your budget so you had to cut it down to two a day at most. And even then, there’d be times you’d only eat once. Meals were usually composed of either canned food, instant noodles, leftovers, or raw ingredients that were close to going bad. Touya had never had anything that wasn’t fresh or organic, and the first few weeks were a struggle for his stomach to adjust. But with how he first came to you, his delicate stomach was the least of his problems.

The burns on his skin weren’t treated properly thanks to your limited medical knowledge. You had to keep them bandaged the first couple months he’d stayed with you, and since you couldn’t afford both painkillers and clean bandages at the same time, there was nothing to numb Touya to the pain. Fortunately, he healed just fine. Yet he refused to take off the bandages and let you see the dark purple marks where his tan skin used to be.

You knew it still hurt him to move but you also knew that if you tried to stop him he’d only throw a fit. Doing chores around the house and keeping things clean was, according to him, the least he could do to help. He didn’t clean as well as someone who does it for a living, but his efforts to keep your shared home tidy didn’t go unappreciated. He was fairly okay at cooking simple things that only needed frying or boiling— nothing too complex since he’s never really had a need to cook for himself, much less for another person. Housework was his way of saying thank you, and you weren’t about to take it away from him.

“I don’t understand how you always come home with two curry bowls.” Touya finally speaks, and you’re snapped out of your thoughts. “Thought the restaurant only let you have one free take away per day. Do you buy me this shit every night?”

“Yeah, sure, I can definitely do that with my salary.” You replied. “Nah. Luckily one of the line cooks has a thing for me and doesn’t mind slipping me an extra meal. He thinks I have it for breakfast in the morning.”

He scoffs but doesn’t reply.

seventeen.

“Help me dye my hair black,” was the first thing he said when you asked him what he wanted to do for his birthday. You had a little bit of money set aside for a present. Nothing too expensive or grand, but just enough that you could actually afford something out of your tightly monitored expenses— monitored by none other than your roommate— that wasn’t cup noodles.

You didn’t hesitate to run to the nearest drugstore to buy cheap black dye and help him with his hair. Black water trickled down the drain as you held the shower head over his hair.

“What’s it look like, doll?” He asked.

“You look like a really ugly wet dog.”

“That’s rich coming from someone who grinded on me like a bitch in heat last night.”

You chuckled. Well, you couldn’t argue with that.

He stopped wearing his bandages months ago. It was a miracle that you found an under the table doctor who agreed to help patch him up for a reasonable price. You already computed everything— the operation that involved putting staples around his arms, face and torso was cheaper than buying fresh bandages every damn day. It’d take the better part of at least three years to pay off, but seeing him grow to embrace the silver studs on his burnt body the way he embraced his beloved ear piercings made you smile.

He’s been starting to go out of the house, too. He doesn’t tell you where he goes— not that he had to— but you were glad he stopped cooping himself up inside.

“You look good, Tou- sorry, Dabi.” You murmured.

His hands were gripping the sides of the tub as you continued to wash the excess dye from his hair, and you pretend not to notice the familiar smell of burnt flesh sticking to his jacket despite the fact that you knew his burns were already healed. You also pretend not to notice the new clothes he wore that definitely weren’t in his closet this morning.

“You look good.”

nineteen.

Dabi only got rougher from there.

He became more crude in the way he spoke, and sometimes he’d disappear for days on end without a single word. You got nervous the first few times he did it, scolding him and telling him to never make you worry like that ever again (he still did).

He’d roll his eyes and yell at you to back off, he wasn’t your boyfriend, stop being so damn clingy. You hated those fights the most. They usually ended with Dabi sleeping on the couch or storming out, and you angry crying yourself to sleep at night. The only thing that brought you comfort was that he always came back.

“I’m heading out, don’t wait up for me.” He spoke, putting on his coat.

“Are you going to come back within the week?”

“I don’t know.”

You sighed. “Okay. Take care.”

It’d be hypocriticial to say his secrets bothered you because he wasn’t the only one with secrets. Even with your promotion at the restaurant, even with you working overtime and taking extra shifts to the point that you barely got any sleep, money was still tight. Bills were getting steeper, banks were demanding money from your debts, and groceries were getting more expensive.

It was the line cook that kept flirting with you that introduced you to the scene of underground poker. He was a gambler and decided to take you to one of his games in an attempt to impress you (not knowing about your live in not-boyfriend). He won every game that night and started taking you to all his matches, saying he always played better when he was with you. Even called you his “lucky ace.” You only rolled your eyes but let him show you off so long as he kept slipping you extra dinner every night. That was, until, you learned the ropes and became a gambler yourself and quickly made a name in the underground scene.

Dabi wasn’t dumb. He knew that the money you magically found to pay off his operation from two years ago as well as your debt to the hospital that treated your mother wasn’t from your savings. He knew that the fresh meat and vegetables you started buying from the market weren’t there because the grocer had a sale. And he damn well knew that you secretly quit your job at the restaurant even though you acted like you were still employed, even going as far as putting on your old uniform whenever you left for “work.”

And yet, just like you never questioned where he suddenly got the money to contribute to the household, he never questioned where you got yours.

twenty-one.

It was around your second year of being a professional underground poker player did your secret get revealed to Dabi. You were too careless. The sudden transfer to a “restaurant branch” in the city. The expensive clothes and unexplained budget for much needed home renovations. The appearance of painkillers and anti-irritation ointment (that he definitely didn’t buy) in his bedside drawer. The stash of card decks— clearly only used once at most— that you hid in a duffel bag in your closet.

Dabi didn’t comment on these.

He did, however, comment on the elegenat white and gold invitation to a professional poker match set for this Friday evening, addressed to an infamous masked player who had a record of never losing a single match. How could he not comment on it when you so generously left it out in the open.

“I knew you were up to some gambling but I didn’t expect you to be the infamous Lucky Ace.” He mused one night, holding the prestigious cardboard between his fingertips. He was sure if he tried to sell the invitation he’d get some money for it— he knows what real gold feels like when he touches it. “Never thought it’d be you. They say Lucky Ace’s Quirk is luck. The manipulation of probabilities, both of others and your own.”

You merely chuckled in amusement. You weren’t blessed with the Quirk of luck— you just happened to be a skilled gambler.

“I’ve had a lot of offers for your head.”

“And I’ve had a lot competition who turned up dead and burnt to a crisp before my matches.” You replied. “Thanks for that, by the way. I haven’t received a single paycheck in weeks.”

Ah, that too. Dabi was also getting careless. You definitely knew he was a kill for hire, and you definitely knew he was employed under another professional poker player who wanted to get to the top the easy way. You had a feeling he’s been the cause for your competitors sudden disappearances, and the unexplained duffel bags full of cash that sat next to yours didn’t help.

“Looks like we’ve both been careless.” He lazily threw the invitation to you. “Do me a favor— lose your match with Black Jack tomorrow, will ya? Now that I know who Lucky Ace is, boss won’t be happy that I let you live.”

You scoff. “You want me to lose to a guy who’s initials spell out blowjob? The hell do you take me for?”

Normally he loved your sharp tongue and crude jokes, but right now it wasn’t helping. The bounty on Lucky Ace’s head was too big to pass up, and if you won against Black Jack— his boss— tomorrow then the prize would only double. He wouldn’t be the only one out for your head by then.

He sighed, raising up one hand to show you the spark of blue flames. Intimidate you. He was trying to intimidate you. Or warn you— you didn’t fucking know.

But you merely smirked. “Wanna fuck?”

His eye twitched, and he pondered it for a few seconds. Groaning, he extinguished the flame.

“You’re lucky you’re a good lay.”

twenty-two.

It was in the afterglow of sex that words unspoken revealed themselves.

Well, sort of.

Two sweaty bodies, panting next to each other. The smell of cigarettes and hormones thick in the air. The feeling of lips placing a kiss to your forehead as you wrapped the sheets around your torso, turning as you looked at the man beside you.

“What would you do if you found out I was secretly dating that line cook you hated so much?” You asked. His arm lazily wrapped around your shoulders and pulled you closer, your head resting on his chest. Dabi took a long drag from his cigarette before exhaling, thinking it through. You took the stick from his hand and took a drag of your own.

“Damn, that’s good.” You murmured. “Not even reds can beat seven stars.”

He took the cigarette back from you and flicked off the ashes on the tray next to the bed.

“If you were dating what’s-his-name but still ask me to fuck you at least twice a week then he’s gotta be a virgin or some shit.” He finally replies. “That, or the poor guy’s dick isn’t enough to satiate you.”

“So... you’d be okay with it?”

“Does it matter? I’m not your boyfriend.”

“You could be, y’know.” You murmured, tracing your finger against his collarbone. “My boyfriend— I mean.”

“Sorry, doll. M’not interested in being your mistress.”

You clicked your tongue. “I’m not dating him, you dumbass. It was a hypothetical question.”

That was the closest you and Dabi ever got to a confession. That was the closest you ever got to asking him out after years of sexual tension that turned out to be romantic.

And the little kisses you peppered across his callous knuckles was the closest you ever got to saying “I love you.”

Fortunately, Dabi didn’t reject you or push you away. Instead he stayed the night cuddled up to you, holding your hand and waiting for you to fall asleep before slipping out of your hold and disappearing in the middle of the night for a job, just like he always did.

That was the closest he ever got to saying “I love you too.”

twnety-three.

Dabi doesn’t like telling you shit.

At least, not when you’re awake. He did, however, have a lot of silent conversations with you when you’re asleep. His trips home became fewer and further in between, and every time he stayed he’d only stay the night or for three days at most. You tried to ask him about it once but he was always vague with his answers.

He tells you he doesn’t care, and you tell him you don’t either. He pretends not to notice when you buy the expensive brand of miso broth with your own money because you knew it was the one thing he missed from his old life. You pretend not to notice the fresh cup of tea and warm bento boxes that you wake up to whenever he leaves after his rare visits.

He doesn’t talk that much about his feelings— not out loud. But he does find himself pulling your sleeping form, clad in nothing but your underwear and one of his shirts, closer to him at night. He finds his arm tightening around your waist and his nose burying itself in the back of your neck to inhale the scent that was unmistakably you, trying to remember it always.

I have to leave you again. He thinks to himself, staring at your peaceful face. I’m not sure if I’m coming back this time.

An invite had been extended to him— from a group that called themselves the League of Villains. It sounded pretentious, he wasn’t even going to lie, but they were aligned enough in terms of ideals that he didn't immediately tell them to fuck off. Still, there was no denying that they were a dangerous bunch. Your not-so-secret lifestyles were separate and there was a mutual unspoken rule that you wouldn’t involve the other.

Unlike your secret job, though, that involved you getting dressed in branded clothes and adorning fancy rings and expensive watches; that involved luxurious invitations to secret upscale poker games; that involved a black sedan that seemed to change number plates every time he saw it pull up to the front of the house to pick you up and drop you off; his job was much more dangerous. He worked with dangerous people, doing dangerous things, playing with dangerous ideals.

He already knew— despite your denial— that your Quirk was definitely luck. Too many things that could be brushed off as coincidence had luckily fallen into your lap. Too many coincidences was no longer a coincidence.

It was your Quirk protecting you, not him, when he kisses your forehead and slips out of your hold for what would be the last time to keep you from harm. At least that’s what he tells himself as gathers his clothes and belongings from around the house, trying to make it look like he was never there. He was a dangerous criminal— a villain now, and he’d be damned if he dragged you into his mess.

He takes one last look at you asleep on your shared futon, trying to burn the image to his mind so he never forgets. He wasn’t going to bring anything that could be traced back to you. He already blocked your contact and deleted all the photos he had of you on his phone, all the messages and call logs too. He’s already done the same process to your phone since you never changed your passcode.

Not a trace of you in his life and not a trace of him in yours, he tells himself as he eyes the shirt you wore. It was his. You could keep it, he guesses. He could just strip you down and get on with life, but he couldn’t do it without waking you up and messing up his plans. At least, that’s what he tries to convince himself as he walks away.

He’s got his coat on now and he left you a little bit of cash just in case. Not that you needed it, of course. You were a professional gambler who made more bank than he did. A black duffel bag’s slung over his shoulder that had all his stuff, and he’s giving the small house he called home one last once over to make sure there was never any indication that he was in your life. Will you hate him for leaving? He doesn’t know, and he doesn’t care if you forgive him or not. This was to keep you safe. This was for the best.

He admires you for the last time as he slides the door open, sighing as he finally admits his feelings— for the first and last time— into the dark of the night.

“I love you, doll.”

And he pretends not to hear the faint whisper behind him when he closes the door.

“I love you too, Dabi.”

[alannybunnue]

Daemon x Baratheon!reader

So Rhea ends up dying only a couple years after they married in an honest to gods accident around the time of the Great Council.

A year later, Daemon is married to baratheon!reader, who is Rhaenys cousin, to mend the relationship between the two houses. (House Baratheon supported Rhaenys as her mother was a Baratheon)

Daemon treats her slightly better than Rhea, if only due to the threatening of Rhaenys, but he still whores and refuses to bed her or sire children with her as he doesn't see her 1/4 Valyrian blood as being enough. (Alyssa Velaryon, mother of Jaehaerys, married into House Baratheon and was Rhaenys grandmother & great-grandmother)

It's not till a few years later, but long before Aemma dies, that things kinda change. During another council meeting where Viserys is urging Daemon to have heirs with his wife (prompted by Aemma having another fail pregnancy) that Otto makes a comment that 'perhaps the issue lies with the Prince as women from her mother's line are of know fertility (or whatever)' implying that Daemon is impotent. Viserys doesn't disagree, sitting an accident in Daemon's youth as a possibility.

Out of spite, Daemon goes to Dragonstone, where he more or less abandoned his wife and beds her. He doesn't leave until her pregnancy is confirmed before leaving again, returning to old habits and only returning when she gives birth to name the child, and later once the maesters inform him she is healed enough to be bed again.

It becomes a routine of Daemon only coming to Dragonstone to either name their child or impregnant her with a new one. Even when he is exiled there, he rarely interacts with any of his kids (there are a few as he has a new one each year, and there is at least one set of twins) or his wife.

Really, he treats his baratheon!wife as a broodmare, and their children only exist to show off his virility to Viserys. He'll rarely acknowledge their existence, especially the ones who have their mothers' non valyrian features.

After Aemma dies, Viserys decides that Daemon has one chance of proving to him that he should be named heir officially.

He just has to prove himself as a father and husband first, and if he fails, then Viserys will name Rhaenyra heir and betroth her to his eldest son, while also permanently exileing him.

Now Daemon has to try to be a husband to the wife he humilated and ignored outside of when he used her as a broodmare, and be a father to children he doesn't know and never fully views as his.

(Extra angsty, the kids never got eggs or claimed dragons because Daemon didn't give them any, and they barely know any High Valyrian as they had no real teacher.)

First, how dare you make me have imagination for a story with Daemon?

Second, are you saying my baratheon girl is incompetent?? She would do everything so her kids learn everything they need. Also her children, since they live in fucking Dragonstone, they can claim the wild dragons. Now, she asks for Rhaenys and Viserys' help in the High Valyrian part.

Some aspects with the information given, if he waits until she is healed (40 days after she gave birth) then it would mean that her children have 11 to 12 months of difference. And her first child could be born in the first/second year of Viserys reign, so the boy would be 9-10 years old.

Now...let me work here

->

"You can't go to King's Landing, Baelon"

Lady ... Baratheon of Dragonstone, wife of Daemon Targaryen and the mother of 7 of his children, looks with sadness in her eyes at her eldest son, Baelon.

"I won't be there and you can't take care of Aegon and Aerea by yourself" - She says while carrying for her newborn daughter, Rhaenys.

"They don't need to go, i can go by myself on Viserion and return by night, also i know how to take care of myself" - The boy protested - "Please mother, this would be the first tournament that i get to watch and i haven't seen my uncle and my cousin in a while"

"Is this really about your uncle and Rhaenyra? Or you're just making excuses to see him?" - once the mother asked, the boy immediately tensed at the mention of his father.

"I am not 6 anymore, mother...i understand that my only value to Prince Daemon is as heir." - Baelon affirmed - "I just want to watch the tourney and go home."

Lady Baratheon looked at her son again, her little boy grew up to quickly due to his father's absence and had to endure years trying to prove himself to gain some recognition from the Rogue Prince. But was always dismissed, and now the boy made a vow to never wish for his father's approval.

Soon, Prince Baelon dismissed his mother and younger siblings to fly to King's Landing. In the sky, he encountered a familiar and smaller dragon with a girl of silver hair.

Both spotted each other and a race began, both flying to see who would get on the Dragon pit first.

The Winner was the Princess Rhaenyra, who got off Syrax with a proud smile as her cousin landed.

"Nicely done cousin" - Baelon greets the girl with a small smile - "Now i wasn't expecting you to accept this so easily, Baelon" - the princess says as the get closer to the carriage.

"Unlike others, i do accept when i am defeated. Which consequently makes me more mature than many" - He rubs it on her face.

Both soon greet the Lady Alicent Hightower and take the carriage to go to the Red Keep. Even with their difference in age, Rhaenyra and Baelon kept a good friendship over the years, with the Princess being like an older sister to him, although he couldn't deny one thing.

He hated how much his father preferred her over him and his siblings.

Once in the Keep, Baelon met with his aunt, the Queen Aemma, who was again heavily pregnant. That reminded him of his own mother, who was always pregnant countless of times, but unlike the Queen, she was alone.

The rest of the day was uneventful, he met with some other relatives of his, including Princess Rhaenys, who asked about his mother and siblings more out of worried than others.

By the morning of the next, the little prince, who was looking for his cousin, found himself in the doors of the small council, where a meeting was being settled, and his father was there.

As the guards stopped the boy from going any futher, they hear Prince Daemon say:

"I would gladly give Lady ... to you, Lord Hightower, if you are in need of a woman to warm your bed-"

The boy paralyzed at the mention of his mother's name, looking back at everything that he did, the Rogue prince had the audacity to proposed such a thing.

Baelon left without saying a word.

Walking around the halls with no where to go, he kept listening to those words over and over again, until his attention change once he stumbled on someone.

Lady Alicent.

"My apologies, my prince!" - She immediately apologized, while the boy shook his head - "No, i apologize, i wasn't paying attention to where i was going, my Lady"

"Where...Where you looking for prince Daemon? I think-" - the girl started - "No" - and the prince finished.

"...Are you alright? Rhaenyra has been worried about you, she said you've changed..." - Alicent questioned

"If she says that because i no longer run after my father like a small duck, then i am fine" - the boy answered, the Lady could see in his eyes that he was lying, but didn't question any futher as the boy left.

The tournament soon started in the next day, Baelon sat beside Alicent during the whole thing, as men would thrown each other out of their horses...like children.

And one of these children was Daemon, who seemed smug about it after almost killing the son of the Lord hand.

But by the end of it, Baelon felt satisfied by this, once his father lost to a mere knight from a smaller house, Criston Cole.

The boy kinda wished he was the one who did it, but he's still young to fight in tourneys.

Then tragedy came, the queen was dead after failing to give birth to her son, who also didn't make it. The whole situation bothered Baelon to his core, imagining that soon it could be his dear mother.

During the funeral, he stayed close to his cousin, noticing his father talking to her.

"I will never be a son" - She said in High Valyrian

"But you are all he has now" - Baelon answered in the same language- "You both need eachother"

The boy dismissed his father looking at him curiously.

He left that same day back to Dragonstone, where he told the unfortunate news to his mother, which also made him express his worry.

"I won't die of this Baelon" - His mother reassured him - "I have survived 9 pregnancies so far"

"Barely survived, you lost 2 siblings of mine, Rhaenys was a lucky star." - Baelon reminded her while sitting by the fire.

"But you know your father won't stop..." - She also reminded him

He didn't answer, he knew it was true, if Daemon wanted to make more children, he would, it didn't mattered if it risked his wife's life, he never loved Lady Baratheon.

Baelon returned to his daily tasks, his days returned to normal, until one afternoon, when he returned from training with his brother Aegon, to find Prince Daemon in one of the rooms together with a woman in a white dress and some members of the City Watch.

The young prince looked at the guard escorting him and his brother, Sir Edrik, and Aegon.

"Sir Edrik, please take my brother to our mother and the maester, i twisted his arm during training and he needs care." - He said, his brother looked at him confused for a second before understanding that he needed to be hurt to distract Lady Baratheon.

Once both were gone, Baelon looked back at the man he should call his father.

"My mother isn't fully healed yet, she should be in a few weeks." - The boy explained, hoping the man would go away.

"I am not here for that" - The Prince answered

"Then why are you here?" - Baelon asked

"I am the Prince of Dragonstone, and this is my home...with my family" - Daemon said, although his son heard a tone of mockery in his words.

"What family? You only have the King and princess Rhaenyra as family, the rest are just the offsprings that you made in the Baratheon girl..." - The boy said - "Or so the court said"

"Do you really care those cunts have to say?" - His father mocked - "No, but they only repeated what you said, isn't it?" - the boy replied

"It doesn't matter, you are still my son" - Daemon looked at boy, again, analyzing his appearance, he was the only one of his children with all the Valyrian features.

"Hah, you never acknowledged me in 9 years of my life, why now? Did the King threatened you or something?" - The answer to the boy's question was written on his father's face - "He did?...Now everything makes sense...Well, you are right, this is your home, so stay as much as you and that woman wish- Who is she? My mother's replacement?"

Baelon took this small moment to mock his father.

"Did you gave my mother to Lord Hightower, by the way? Do we need to move to Oldtown?" - Boy taunted him for final - "Welcome home, Prince Daemon."

The little prince left without another word.

[gennyanydots]

This is love I just can’t live without Ch. 11

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x f!kazansky!reader (affectionately often called “Baby Ice”)

This is love I just can’t live without masterlist

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Chapter summary: You can't believe you ever left her behind

Chapter trigger warnings: none I don't think?

Ch. 11 “It’s worse when I’m alone” 

The next day and a half was spent wrapped up in the safety of Carole Bradshaw. She didn’t want to let you out of her sight in case you left without notice again. 

Neither of you spoke about what had happened between you and her son either before or now. It was just simply not brought up in any way shape or form. In fact Bradley didn’t spend much time at his childhood home after he dropped you off, Carole shooed him out of the house while you were crying on her shoulder and told him to make himself scarce. He didn’t put up a fight, knowing not to go against his mother’s request. You didn’t see him again until that evening. In the afternoon while helping her prepare dinner, Carole informed you that Bradley and your father were coming over soon to have a proper family dinner. When you were kids weekly family dinners happened once a week either at your house or Bradley’s, depending on who’s week it was. Oftentimes your uncles were also in attendance when you were younger but that wasn’t the case for your first family dinner in five years. 

To say the evening was awkward would have been an understatement. Carole tried to get everyone to talk together while your father just grunted responses. Bradley answering his mother was hit or miss and a couple times when she was waiting for an answer from him you had to kick him to get his attention for her. 

Family dinner didn’t last too long after the actual dinner was done. Your father refused to let Carole or you do the dishes since you both cooked so he made Bradley help him while you sat in the living room with Carole. After the dishes were clean your father said he needed to be up early to open the shop so with a kiss to your forehead on his way out the door he informed Bradley he would also be opening the shop so he’d better be there on time. Bradley had never been a morning person so he wanted to get to bed as soon as possible and tried to walk to his bedroom but Carole was having none of that. 

“But mom, it's MY room!” 

Carole rolled her eyes, “And you have another place to stay so march it, kiddo!"

Bradley huffed, “It’s not like we couldn’t share a bed. Wouldn’t be the first time. She slept in my bed last night..."

“Bradley, I love you now leave,” Carole said with a sigh as she pointed at the door. 

Bradley grumbled as he bent down to kiss his mother on the cheek then walked to you and did the same on his way out the door. 

The rest of the evening was spent watching terrible reality tv shows with Carole, as those were her favorite, eating so many snacks with her that when Carole finally let you go to bed, your stomach hurt a little bit.

Sleeping in Bradley’s bed for the second night in a row had been a little surreal to you. You don't even know how many times you've slept in this exact spot before. That's without mentioning all the other times you've been in this bed. With Carole being a single mother and working long hours, Bradley and you had a lot more freedom at his house than at yours. Not that you didn't think your mother was oblivious to what was going on at the Bradshaw household when Carole wasn't home. Your mother always seemed to have an answer for every time your father questioned what you were doing over there without Carole being home.

"Tom, they have a math test tomorrow. Leave them alone."

"Thomas, how could you forget that they have a science project due on Friday?"

"If you don't leave the children alone, I swear to God, Thomas. It's like you don't remember being their age."

Bradley's smell surrounded you as you laid in the bed, especially since you grabbed one of his shirts out of the closet to sleep in. Sure you could have ran home and grabbed something but it was easier to just borrow something of Bradley's. It definitely wasn't because wearing his shirt made you feel calmer, safer even. Definitely not because of that. You'd also definitely never admit that once again sleeping in Bradley's bed ended up being the second best night of sleep you've gotten in quite some time.

The following morning Carole dragged both you and Natasha out to brunch then a nail appointment informing the two of you that it was necessary for all of your mental health. The three of you knew what the next day was bringing and nobody wanted to mention it, almost like speaking it out loud would ruin the bubble you had surrounded yourself in because maybe, just maybe, if you didn't talk about your mother's funeral it wouldn't happen at all.

[sabo-has-my-heart]

Oh my goddddd! The Valentine fic is so cuteee! Thank you so much! I read it right the second it came out and I absolutely love it!!

How are you today? If you are still taking requests, may I ask for another fic?

Ace is a noble that turns into a thief at night (Kinda lile Robin hood) and people don't know the real identity of Thief Ace. Fem!Reader is also a noble that does not get along with noble Ace, but she is a fan of thief Ace (having a huge crush on him). Ace likes her back and is over the moon once he learns that reader like Thief Ace, but also very sad and doesn't know how reader will react when she learns about his real identity. Happy ending, please. It can be either fluff or nsfw or both :^) I just really love the romance in yohr writing.

Feel free to skip this if you are not comfortable. Have a great day!!

Damn it, you always know how to make me write something and need to put it into 2 parts! I kid, I kid, I love it, I really, truly do. They're such great ideas. Thank you for always sending them in.

Part 2: Who I Really Am

Warnings: theft, insults

Word Count: 1300

     Running across the rooftops, Ace chuckled to himself. He’d just dropped a load of cash off at various homes and orphanages. Not enough to be noticed by the guards, lest they realize and take it away, but enough to help each family. While he couldn’t do this every night, he would do it as often as possible, anything to help the people out. Having gone out to the slums before, he’d seen the suffering of those who lived below the middle district. It was something he couldn’t turn a blind eye to, so instead, he’d turned to stealing from people. But it was fine, the people he stole from always had more than enough to spare. Noble families with way too much money, merchants who flaunted their wealth like arrogant pricks, but he never hit up anybody who couldn’t afford it. He wondered if it was ironic that he, himself, was a noble. A noble stealing from nobles, actually what he did wasn’t that different from the things he’d seen other noble families do, he was just more honest about it. 

     Crawling into his bedroom window, Ace let out a soft sigh as he took off his ‘thief disguise’. A pair of beat up old, black shorts, clunky, cheap, black boots, a long black coat with red flames, a white scarf that he often pulled over his face, and an orange hat. Thief Alias: Spade, wanted all across the kingdom, dead or alive. His ‘daytime persona’? Portgas D. Ace. Adopted grandson of Marquess Monkey D. Garp, adopted brother of Sabo and Luffy. He’d been adopted after his father, a duke from another country and that country’s greatest hero, had died, asking his longtime friend and fellow ‘hero’ to take care of his son. 

     “So, who did you steal from this time?” a voice asked, startling the boy as he spun around. Stepping out from the shadows cast by his wardrobe was his blond haired brother, arms crossed and smirking.

     “Oh, Sabo. Fuck, you gotta stop doing that. Damn near gave me a heart attack. Nobody special, well, I mean, as a noble, they think they’re special, but nobody we ever care about.” Ace said, hiding his outfit in a secret drawer under his wardrobe. 

     “Great, but we have a party tomorrow, remember? This cuts into your sleep and I’m not covering for you again.” Sabo scolded. He didn’t mind Ace going out, what he minded was constantly being responsible for his brother. Despite being the ‘responsible brother’, he’d rather be stealing from nobles like Ace did. Thinking about it for a moment, Ace’s eyes lit up.

     “It’s Y/n’s party! She’s finally 18 so her parents are throwing her a coming of age ball!” Ace said excitedly. He’d had a crush on you for ages despite how often you turned him away, this party was his chance to impress both you and your parents. No one really knew why, but your parents had decided to wait a year on your coming-of-age ball, but he didn’t mind so long as he had a shot at you. If he could impress you, you’d let him court you, if he could impress your parents, they wouldn’t interfere.

     Smoothing out your dress, you took a deep breath. It was a fairly simple dress, but then, despite the kind of party, you’d wanted it to be. You wanted something that would make you look gorgeous, but not like all the other noble girls who always wore ostentatious dresses. Spade would never go for a girl like them, they were too stuck up and interested in their wealth, he’d probably be more interested in someone more low-key. Admittedly, it was still a dress befitting someone of your rank, but for a young noblewoman, it was rather ‘plain and uninteresting’. No large petticoats, no gemstones adorning the netting or waist, and no puffy sleeves. Sleek, simple, but gorgeous. You’d stand out from all the girls wearing large ball gowns while still looking stunning. Even your jewelry was simple. No large, complex necklaces, no giant earrings, and no stupid coming-of-age tiaras. Simple and elegant. Enough to catch Spade’s eye while not making him roll his eyes. Did you think he would stop by? No, not with so many people here, but maybe he’d peek in to see what was going on. 

     Standing in the crowded room, Ace eagerly awaited your entrance, his head perking up when he heard them announcing your presence. You looked more stunning than ever. Like elegance personified. Part of him had expected a poofy dress that wouldn’t look good on you with pounds of jewelry and make up to make you look as ‘beautiful as possible’ but would only serve to hide your true beauty. This… this made his heart stop. An elegant, streamline dress with simple gloves, a simple necklace with only a few stones, small, elegant, silver earrings, and dainty, yet ‘understated’ heels. Your hair was pulled up into a half ponytail and slightly curled, framing your face perfectly, and your make-up was surprisingly minimal. He couldn’t do this. You were too beautiful, too stunning, there was no way he could ask an absolute goddess like you to dance, to even approach you! Even still, he couldn’t let another guy have you. Swallowing hard, he wiped his hands on his suit and nervously walked up to you. 

     “C-care to dance?” Ace asked, hoping you didn’t notice the way his words were stuttered and broken up. 

     Staring at his hand, you sighed. Portgas D. Ace, another noble boy. While you weren’t particularly fond of most noblemen, you had a particular dislike of this one. Always bothering you, inviting himself to your tea time and helping himself to your snacks, coming and talking to you every time he saw you, even if it was clear you didn’t want to talk to him, and always, always, showing off! Still, it would be rude not to accept and his family was one you’d rather not spurn. Gently placing your hand in his, you let him lead you to the dance floor, the boy grinning like the idiot he was. Thinking for a moment, you grinned, you had just the thing to drive him off!

     “So, Ace, have you heard about the latest sighting of Spade?” you asked, watching a strange expression flash across his face for a split second.

     “Eh, only vaguely, I hear he’s causing more trouble for the other noble families.” he said with a small shrug as if he wasn’t interested.

     “Well, I mean, that is what he does, but I mean have you actually heard about him?” you pushed, watching as he shook his head no.

     “Nah, he’s not important enough to keep tabs on.” Ace lied. Okay, he knew exactly what ‘Spade’ was up to, but he had to play the part of an uncaring, stuffy noble.

     “Not important enough? Are you serious? Not only is he stealing from people like you and I but he’s the hottest topic in all of the social circles and my personal favorite.” you said, huffing slightly. It figured Ace wouldn’t like Spade, Spade probably stole all of Ace’s spotlight. Ace swore his heart entered his throat and stopped! You were a fan of Spade’s? You were his fan?!

     “A-are you sure?” Ace managed to force out, his voice wavering. It couldn’t be, the woman of his dreams was a fan of his? You liked what he did? You… would it be alright to say that you had a crush on him?!

     “Of course I’m sure! Spade is the most amazing guy in the kingdom and nothing anybody says can convince me otherwise!” you snapped slightly. You were serious, you weren’t putting on a show to drive him away, you actually liked Spade. Ace’s heart pounded now more than ever.

[scaralvr]

date nights scaramouche x gn!spouse!reader and baby kuzushi (modern au, suggestive but nothing too detailed, fluff, scaramouche's siblings au)

"look, look," scaramouche grabbed a purple ball from the ball pit where he was sitting criss crossed with a baby in his lap. "do you like this color, kuzu? hm?" he asked, smiling. kuzushi immediately lost interest in his toy train and reached for the ball, whining.

he held it and promptly tried to eat the plastic toy. scaramouche chuckled, "ah, ah, ah~" he took it away from him and grabbed another toy in the play-pen. "it's your favourite toy for chewing; mister teddy. you like him, right?"

kuzushi gurgled approvingly and scaramouche gave it to him, "there you go." kuzushi accidentally dropped the toy and muttered sad, incoherent words. scaramouche held the child's wrists, playfully using his hands to pick up the stuffed bear, "hup! look, you picked it up all by yourself!"

he chuckled as kuzushi squealed, clapping his hands before he embraced the bear, babbling quietly. scaramouche brushed a few stray strands of hair away from his son's face. "now everyone can see your cute little face, mister." he hummed, steadily rocking the baby on his leg.

"are you going to be good for auntie mona? hm?" scaramouche queried. kuzushi grumbled, shaking his head. "ahh, i don't like her either but you'll have to bare with her for one day, just be glad it isn't a whole lifetime." scaramouche joked as he planted a kiss on kuzushi's cheek.

"papa, papa," kuzushi complained, clinging onto his torso. scaramouche heard the doorbell and felt kuzushi's grip tighten on his shirt. "papa." he repeated, beginning to cry. scaramouche picked him up and made his way to the front entrance.

the door swung open, revealing kuzushi's fashionable aunt. mona turned around (,for she was previously looking the other way to spy on their neighbours) before smiling at her nephew. scaramouche deadpanned, "are you even capable of keeping an insect alive?"

mona proudly replied with a, "no," and instantly stole the child from her brother's arms, striding into the house as scaramouche panicked as he followed her, "wait, mona! he has attachment... issues..."

kuzushi sniffled, tears filling to the brim of his big eyes. in a quick second, he began to bawl his eyes out, all the while shrieking for his father. mona winced, "archons, he's a loud one, isn't he?" scaramouche rushed over and sighed.

"shh, it's alright, kuzu," he hushed, taking the baby in his arms. "papa's here now." scaramouche cradled kuzushi in his arms and glared at mona, who put her hands up in accusation. "in my defense, i didn't know it was that bad." she sucked in a breath, raising a brow.

scaramouche kissed kuzushi's forehead and his son softly whimpered, tightly holding onto his father's shirt with a chubby fist.

"i and (y/n) will be trusting you with him for the night. everything you need to know is on the fridge, so please, try to do things right for once... shit, i would've called fischl if she wasn't busy with college." scaramouche muttered and mona gritted her teeth, "just be thankful i'm here, damn it!"

as if on cue to avoid a fight from rising, you entered the living room. "i thought i heard him crying," you nervously laughed as you made your way over to your husband. scaramouche lent you kuzushi, "he should be fine now, love."

mona innocently grinned at you and you smiled back as you gave her kuzushi, who you gave a sweet kiss goodbye on the cheek. but in the meanwhile, scaramouche was beginning to get ticked off by his sister's antics. "well, we should get going now, no, sweetheart? that restaurant reservation isn't going to last forever." scaramouche said with a tight grin, leading you away from mona.

you blinked in realization, "ah, you're right, dear. thank you again for being able to look after kuzushi, mona! we'll be back around late ten." you said, scaramouche's hand against the small of your back as he led you outside.

mona idly stood, holding kuzushi. just a few moments later, did the door open. "don't you dare make him cry." scaramouche squinted as he pointed two fingers at his eyes and back to mona. just like that, did the door slam close once again.

she carefully rocked kuzushi. he curiously looked up at her. "papa." kuzushi gasped, extending his hands to her. mona appeared confused. "i-i'm not your... papa." she cringed as kuzushi giggled, hugging her.

mona's shoulders sunk. "hm. you're quite cute when you're not crying." she commented, holding kuzushi's hand.

"i feel bad. do you think kuzushi's okay with separation already?" you questioned with a frown, fiddling with your thumbs in your lap. scaramouche steadily turned the wheel, the car taking a turn. one of his hands landed on your thigh, "he'll be alright, darling, trust me."

he smiled with his eyes on the road as you felt your lips curl up into a smile as well.

mona looked left and right, "WHERE DID THAT SCUM GO!?" she yelled, running about the house. "ohh... i should've known better than to let that little piece of-" she was stopped short when she heard the sound of thumping upstairs.

she quickly turned on her heel and ran to the main bedroom. "i swear, when i find you-!" mona opened the door to find kuzushi fussing about underneath a blanket that must've trapped him.

"papa, (preferred parent name)?" he repeated, as it seems he was trying to find his way out through calling for his parents.

mona giggled at the sight of the bedspread moving around like a little blob, "sweetheart." she knelt down and took off the blanket, revealing where kuzushi laid, sprawled out on the ground. he stayed motionless with a blank face. mona smiled, "you must love your (preferred parent name) and papa, hm?"

kuzushi turned onto his tummy and crawled to her. "papa," he babbled, his grabby hands at her pigtails. mona picked him up, "i think it's about time you have some dinner."

"kuni, is it good?" you queried with a cute smile atop your lips as scaramouche blushed. "yes it is, my love... but i'd appreciate it if you actually ate your own food instead of giving it to me," he chuckled at your reaction.

"oh. okay." you huffed, giving him a side glance. scaramouche shook his head with a smile and held your face in his hands, planting a kiss on your supple lips. he smirked as he pulled away.

you touched your lips. "we'll continue this in the car, darling." scaramouche said, piercing his fork through the strawberry shortcake before holding it up to you. hesitant, you took a bite.

both mona and kuzushi were equally interested in ghibli movies, surprisingly. she ate popcorn while kuzushi used his hands to sloppily eat vegetable puree. "waah!" kuzushi exclaimed and pointed at the television set, seeing the character take flight using a broom.

mona laughed, putting a hand on his head. kuzushi giggled and stuffed his mouth with more puree.

"that dinner was delicious," you hummed with a calm smile, the wind gently tousling your hair. scaramouche had a hand on your shoulder, "i'm glad to hear you enjoyed it, love." you meekly chuckled, "thank you for tonight, darling. it was amazing."

scaramouche slyly added, "the pleasure is all mine." as you sat in your seat in the car, and your husband got in from the other side, you were confused as to why he hadn't started the vehicle but instead, re-adjusted his tie.

"did you already forget what i said?" he simpered, looking into the driver's mirror. your shoulders sunk in realization and you sighed, "but kuzushi-" scaramouche held one of your hands, "is in good care with my sister. don't worry, love, he'll be fine, i'm sure."

mona turned off the television set and kuzushi yawned. "sleepy, eh?" she said, taking him in her arms. kuzushi rubbed his eyes, nodding. he rested his head on her chest, murmuring more unintelligible words.

mona took her nephew to the bedroom, laying him in his crib across his parents' bed. she pressed a kiss to his forehead, "goodnight, kuzushi. i had fun." mona smiled as kuzushi nuzzled his face into the pillow.

she covered the rest of his body with a blanket and she herself, began to yawn. "what a long day." mona mumbled, "time to get a well-deserved nap." she climbed into the bed, careless whether scaramouche would most probably kick her out of it once he got back.

scaramouche's bottom lip enveloped yours as both yours and his tongues swirled in the other's mouth. you felt one of his hands cup the side of your face, the other hand on your neck. you pulled away but his lips met yours just as quick, only sparing you a milisecond for a breath.

as soon as you two were finished, he lovingly caressed your cheek with a smile. "tonight truly was great, love." you whispered, brushing stray strands of hair past his face. scaramouche pecked a kiss on the corner of your lips, "you're welcome."

upon arriving at home and entering the bedroom, you had an instant cuteness overload, shaking scaramouche and crying, "just look at them, dear! they're so exhausted, my poor babies!" scaramouche looked up in thought for a moment, "babies?"

© scaralvr.

[excaliburssword]

Crack theory on Aric's dad (obviously contains spoilers) (part 1??)

Like said in the title, this I gonna be absolute chaos, and literally some of it (maybe all of it) might not make any literal sense.

As the SGE bookworms out there know, in book 6 when Sophie, Bettina, etc. were walking in that one wizard tree scene with all of those "flowers", one of them had urged Sophie to open it up, and as a reward, it would reveal who Aric's father was.

From that moment on, something automatically clicked that his father may actually be a big part in the plot of the series, since Soman can't possibly be stupid enough to just throw that question in out of no where.

It'll probably be revealed who it actually is further on in the Rise series, but I'm trying to collaborate why out of all people, Soman chose Hook to be one of the main character(ish) in the book.

It could be because it was later revealed that he was Hort's father, or it was just because Soman wanted some angsty tension between Rafal and Rhian.

I really don't know why yet, (it's 1am and I haven't read the series in a while, so feel free to cringe behind your scenes if I state something wrong all of a sudden), but he's obviously going to be developed as a character further on in Rise.

Aric's appearance and background

It was stated that Aric's eyes are (were *wink, wink*) a lethal violent tint, and he has spiky "raven-black" hair along with pale skin, all in reference to Lady Lesso's appearance too, so he obviously adapted her looks.

It's also explained how he grew up in Bloodbrook, which may I remind you, where Hort grew up in (is that where some pirates were too, or was that just Neverland? Cause if there were some pirates in Bloodbrook, that can also be more proof that Hook was Aric's father too *sorry, again I haven't read it in a long time*) 😅

I'm not saying that just because he grew up in Bloodbrook, it automatically turns him into Hort's step-sibling, because that's literally like saying Anadil and Hort can be SibLIngS too.

(Totally irrelevant, but Hort also had "Raven-black" hair. Prob one of the least important points that link back to Aric, but oh well, it's better than nothing).

Ever-never handbook hints

In the "frequently asked questions" chapter, there's literally a question of Dovey answering to literally "who was Aric's father?"

She answered with "a hulking, well-muscled man" had apparently come to the School's gates, asking for Lady Lesso, to which the Dean had refused to see him right after Dovey explained his appearance.

At the end, it said something like "he's out there in the Woods alive, just waiting," or something similar.

Seriously, Soman, how obvious are you willing to make it for the readers that we all already know his dad as a character, just not who he exactly is yet?...

Aric's relationship with Rafal

Sometimes I wonder how the hell these two came to be BudDiEs fOrevEr during book 3.

Was it because Rafal liked watching Aric pick on his mother as "revenge", or because he knew who his father was, and they had an unstable-but-okayish-sort-of-friendship in the past. (Maybe it did refer to why Rafal gave Aric the becoming the second dean, and I just don't remember lmao).

And besides, apparently those two even conspired to create uniforms together according to the Ever Never Hand Book💀

How on Earth can Rafal be "close" to the son of a woman we all saw he was annoyed at?

Linking back to my two points above, it was either because they bonded over the love of talking sh about Aric's poor mother, or Rafal knew who Aric's dad was all along.

And thus brings an end to this exceedingly long theory (remember, it's supposed to be chaotic, and I'm probably 90% wrong, but you never know...)

I'm tired asf right now, and it's exactly 1:39am now, (it really took me 39 minutes to write all of this, and it probably has errors everywhere, but oh well).

[dandelion-sugar]

𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐖𝐢𝐟𝐞 『Adam x Reader』

Summary: Reader was Adam's first wife before he married Eve.

Warning: Angst, a little fluff, death, deities are really cruel

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Author's note: Requests for Genshin have not been forgotten! I'm working on it BUT I just finished season one of Record of Ragnarok and needed to write about Adam. I think he deserves more writing about him...he's the best husband and father Earth could have!

"A demoness? A succubus? No! A human whose legends turn her into a fearsome ruler of the underworld! She rules an entire army with an iron fist! Made of the clay of creation, she is made in the image of the gods! N°00000000002 : Lilith!" shouted Heimdall to announce your entrance.

You have been chosen to save humanity. The creation of Adam and Eve. You don't know why Brunhilde trusts you to save the humans. What could she possibly have been thinking in choosing you? Were you the best choice for this? Protecting the beings conceived by your ex-husband and his new wife. Unlike your ex-lover, you refuse to walk around naked. Your body is far too precious to be revealed to the world. You stand in the middle of the arena waiting patiently for Heimdall to finish presenting your opponent.

Your eyes rest on your army led by your only son. The only being you have ever given birth to. The third human born. A slight smile appeared on your lips. Your son resembled his father, and you found that particularly funny. You couldn't help but think that Adam's genes were particularly strong. But the way your son stood proudly at the head of your army...he took that from you. Even if you were to perish in this fight, you know that your army and your son will come through.

Your right hand will be around the shaft of your spear. You hear the mocking laughter of the gods, announcing your crushing defeat. You hear the hesitant whispers of humans about your place among the fighters of humanity. You are known in human legends to be a danger to pregnant women and newborns. To be honest with yourself, you hate this legends. You are a mother, how can humans think that you would harm a woman and her child? Your eyes drop slightly to the floor and your lips pucker into an unpleasant pout. After a few seconds, your face frees itself of all displays of emotion and your hand rises to challenge Heimdall.

"Yes, Lilith?" asks the god who has the role of announcer.

"I will not fight under that name," you announce.

"Huh?" he blurts out in surprise.

"I will not fight under the name of the monster the humans wanted to make me," you reply immediately.

"So...what do you want to be called?"

Lying in a meadow, you enjoy the sun and the soft breeze on your bare skin. Rabbits and foxes quickly surround you to enjoy the comfort with you. Everything is perfect in the Garden of Eden. A shadow covers your face, forcing you to open your eyes to discover the obstacle between you and the sun. It is a pleasant surprise when you discover your husband's welcoming smile, his blonde locks framing his face. Adam sits down beside you, placing his fruit basket between his legs. He pulls out a bunch of grapes and takes one between his long fingers. He then brings the fruit to your lips to let you savour the sweet, pleasant taste of the fruit. A sigh of contentment crosses your lips. Your husband's smile widens as he notices your relaxed state.

"You have grape juice running down your chin, Lilith," Adam informs you.

Your eyelids droop slightly as your eyes express your displeasure. Adam only lets a laugh emit from his throat as he leans forward to lick the grape juice off. Your hand gently but firmly pushes him away. You want him to understand that his gestures of affection will not be tolerated again until he realises his mistake. And you know perfectly well that he has understood what he has done.

"Stop teasing me," you say, a frown appearing on your face.

"I like to see your eyebrows furrow. You look like that kitten that was trying to scare us." replies Adam, running his hand over your hip stroking it in lazy circles, as if to soothe you.

"But unlike that kitten, I can bite," you reply sharply.

"I know you can..." he hums in the hollow of your ear. "Y/N."

This memory was a moment of pure happiness that you experienced in the Garden of Eden before you were forced into exile. This name you chose with Adam was the beginning of your independence from the gods. You had never accepted the principle of being subject to a man and Adam always supported you in this choice. But the gods did not like this and in response you abandoned the name they gave you at your creation. Perhaps this is why Eve was created from Adam's rib? To prevent her from becoming like you.

"Y/N. Call me that," you proudly announce.

The gods of your creation frown but do not protest. They hope that you will perish against one of their own and that your soul will disintegrate in space and time.

Adam had slipped out of the room where he was locked up. When he learned of your presence here, he did not expect you to fight for the humans. The children he had with another woman. He snuck into the bleachers to get a better look at your figure. A sense of nostalgia stirs in his heart as he sees that you haven't changed in all this time. You stand with dignity, your weapon in hand. You are strong and independent, you have become the woman you always dreamed of. A woman you could not have become if you were in his company because...everyone wants his wife to be submissive to him.

Adam does not regret his married life with Eve, he enjoys it too. But he has enjoyed the life he has lived with you. He believes in your victory. He wants you to win. He does not want to witness your complete disappearance from the universe without any chance of reincarnation. Your first separation has already split his heart in two, Adam does not want to experience this intense pain a second time.

You swing your divine spear with one hand, deflecting your opponent's first blow. The strength in this attack was not worthy of a god, was he testing your abilities? Your eyes meet. The victorious and arrogant smile on the god's face already irritates you. He underestimated you because you are a human AND a woman. His leg comes to sweep over yours but you manage to dodge by gaining height. You position your spear, blade towards the ground to pierce his skull. The god quickly dodges in a backward leap, leaving you to land on the ground, puncturing the concrete floor which cracks under the impact.

Your exchange of blows lasts for a while. Or should we say: the god throws blows at you that you deflect with your spear. But suddenly, his paterne changes. The force that the god uses becomes more powerful. His leg comes to meet your stomach. You prevent the blow from reaching your skin by placing your spear between your stomach and his leg. Unfortunately, the attack sends you flying a few metres away. You manage to land with difficulty and before you can regain a stable footing, the god launches himself at you. You are forced to fall to the side in a roll to narrowly dodge the punch. Your cheek begins to bleed.

"Mother!" your distraught son shouts.

"Commander! Get up!" your soldiers shout to encourage you.

You let out a breath, your muscles relax, making your movements more fluid and lively. Your eyes fall on the figure of your opponent. The aura around you changes completely, causing the small smile on the god's face to disappear. Your hands grip the spear and your feet anchor themselves to the ground to give you a good foothold.

"Answer my question before we resume this fight. Why are you fighting for the humans?" the god asks.

"Do I need a reason to fight? The gods have forced me to be submissive and men have clothed me in a veil of monstrous lies. It's like choosing between the plague and cholera," you explain. "But I had to choose and I chose my ex-husband's children.

The humans observing the exchange begin to stir, either out of guilt or because they were moved by your story. Humans get teary-eyed easily, you think. But you can't help but find this side of them very touching. Perhaps it was a good thing that Eve was the Mother of humanity?

"Humans have the will to survive and a strength that allows them to constantly evolve. This is a strength that the gods can never possess," you say with contempt.

Your hatred for the gods is much stronger than your hatred for humans. On your words, the fight resumes. You manage to follow your opponent's movements. Like Adam, you were forged from clay in the image of the gods. You are Adam's equal, you have the same ability as him to copy the techniques you see. Your movements remind the gods of Athena. You had copied the movements of this goddess a long time ago.

Your body and that of your opponent are covered in blood. You are bleeding from the wounds inflicted on you, but you were able to avenge yourself by seriously injuring your opponent as well.

Adam clenches his lips into a thin line, his fingernails digging into the palms of his hands but he still believes in your victory. You must win. You can't give him up a second time...you can't.

"They've created a second wife for you," you scream indignantly.

"You're the only one for me," Adam admits in an attempt to calm your nerves. He can't bear to see you cry.

"It's only a matter of time before the gods kick me out of the Garden of Eden! I don't understand their desire to have me submit to male authority! Do goddesses submit to male deities?" you growl in frustration. The anger was so strong that you can't hold back the tears.

"If they chase you away then I'll go with you," Adam announces, interlacing your fingers together.

A soft warmth spreads through your chest as a gasp of surprise passes through your lips. A slight blush marks your cheeks as you look away from your husband. You can't help but enjoy the tender feeling. Adam wraps his muscular arms around you in a soothing embrace. His scent calms your restless nerves.

"Spend the night with me tonight," you whisper.

"We always sleep together," he says, tilting his head to the side, not understanding the meaning of your words.

"Adam..." you gasp shyly. It almost sounded like a soft moan.

His blue eyes widen slightly as the implied request is processed by his brain. A teasing smile spreads across his face as he leans in to your blushing ear to whisper provocative words.

That was the last evening you spent in his company before the gods kidnapped you and threw you away from the Garden of Eden. You never tried to return to that place, you knew it wasn't possible. So you did your best to survive. You were able to thrive and enjoy your newfound independence.

That night Adam gave you a gift, your son: Eurynome. A child identical to his father, who grew up with you as his only role model. He has become an independent young man capable of leading an army. But he remains a child... a child afraid to be alone without the reassuring presence of his mother.

It is impossible to understand the pain of losing a parent when you have not experienced it. No one could understand a tenth of the pain of Eurynome's scream as the god's fist plunges into your chest.

Your eyes crinkle under the sudden fatigue your body feels. Your right hand struggles to hold the spear. The humans weep in despair as the gods celebrate the downfall of Lilith, the woman who did not obey divine orders.

Nausea takes hold of Adam's body. All that blood, your blood spilling on the floor. Will you die? Disappear forever...you don't even know that he witnessed your fight. You will never know that he missed you terribly. You will never know that he wanted to feel your warmth in his arms again and whisper those three words to you.

Your eyes linger on your son's tear-streaked face. A peaceful smile appears on your lips. A fire of determination shines in your eyes. Your hand tightens around the spear and you slice the god's jugular before collapsing to your knees. If you must die...then you will prevent the gods from achieving a victory as well.

Your eyes slowly close and your hearing becomes increasingly blurred. The voices are now just an indistinguishable din.

Adam could only watch as your body and the god's dematerialize into a smoke of green glitter. His legs move towards the battlefield as if trying to retrieve the flakes that represent your soul dissolving into space. But your son's crying snaps him out of his trance. His eyes fall on a miniature version of himself.

Cain and Abel have some characteristics of their father but Eurynome is a carbon copy of Adam and you would have to be blind not to notice. Adam walks over to your son and takes him in his arms, sharing his pain. Adam fully understands the tug of war that Eurynome feels.

That night Adam gave you a gift, your son. Today, this gift will show the world that you existed. That you are not like your legends.

You are an independent woman, a mother and Adam's wife.

"Adam," you call to your husband, who is perched on a tree branch.

"Yes?" he hums, keeping his eyes closed.

"Don't you think I'm strange?" you finally question him. "Do you think I owe you obedience too?

Silence passes between the two of you. A pain assails your heart at this lack of response and you instantly regret having asked him the question. The disappointment was much stronger than you had thought. You look up abruptly when you hear a thud only a few feet away. Adam had just jumped from his branch. His back was to you. He turns towards you, his face devoid of emotion. He encircles your cheeks with his warm palms. His piercing blue eyes almost seem to probe your soul and you struggle to hold his gaze. But your desire to know the answer prevents you from looking away.

"We are husband and wife, I accept you as you are. Don't change for the world, for anyone," Adam says with conviction.

"So...you love me like this?" you ask aloud, wanting to sound confident.

Adam looks at you slightly surprised at this sudden question. He hums softly before leaning in to kiss your forehead. The smile he flashes makes your heart race.

"I love you," he says.

"I love you too..." you admit after a few moments.