#sitting sideways is not fixing it i want to take a nap

[euclydya]

EVERY DAY!

EVERY DAY WITH THIS SHIT!

EVERY DAY SOMETHING HURTS OR EXHAUSTS US! WHY!!

[peydawgz]

STAY WITH YOU || MOIRA O’DEORAIN X READER

Content: you were caught in an attack on the base,, moira wasn’t there to save you. now she won’t leave.

for @resident-cake-anon !!!

You awake from a deep sleep, the first time you’ve opened those beautiful eyes of yours since your terrible fate. At first, Moira looks like she’s stalking you, a clipboard dropped from her hand. She steps towards the foot of your bed, an angry, empty look on her face that you aren’t used to as she gazes upon your wounds. She’s towering over you now, muttering something under her breath that you can’t quite hear, using her healing powers against your wounds, repatching you up.

“It took you long enough to wake up. I don’t know how much longer I could have seen you like this...” She speaks up, her fire fueled words coming out softly. “And why am I always the one fixing everything up at the end? Who would take care of me if I were to fall?” She lets her frustrations out, tying the bandages around you.

“Moira-“ you speak up in a whisper, your mouth dry. Her expression softens, and she leans over you, getting some water with a little straw for you. She pities you, she couldn’t be mad at you like this… she felt like it was her fault you weren’t protected. She wasn’t there.

When she’s done fixing you up, she remains sitting on the bed with you, just looking at you,, hurting her own feelings with her thoughts.

“Moira, you’re so kind to me.” You say, and she kind of laughs. Kind was not a word used with her name often. “I would save you.” You let her know, looking at her endearingly. You love her, even when she can have her crazy moments. Your words make her smile, like it’s something she’s been needing to hear.

She doesn’t ever leave your side, talking to you about how she’s been taking care of you since the couple days you’d been out. She apparently hadn’t left you then, either. She loved you just as much as you loved her.

She brings you little snacks, coffee, tea, anything you requests she will be back in less than ten minutes. You don’t really want to be alone anyways…

She started to move closer to you each time she returned, until you were laying together eventually, just watching something together on the tiny screen provided.

You fell asleep in her arms, your bodies warm under a blanket together. Usually, she would just fall asleep in a seat pulled up next to you, but this was the next best thing. She has a little healing ball orbiting around you as you nap. Perhaps it would give you good dreams…

You awake, sitting up and seeing Moira had moved out of the bed. After a couple moments of adjusting, you try to get up out of the bed, throwing your legs over and holding onto something nearby to stand. You are weak, your legs shaking as they struggle to hold your weight with the striking pain shooting up your spine. You collapse, falling sideways back onto the bed as you groan in frustration. Why can’t you just be better again already…

At hearing your noise, you hear a noise and fast footsteps moving into the room. Moira is there, holding a little tray with cups and a teapot and she sets it down, hurrying to be next to you. She helps relieve your pain with some medicine, helping you get comfy again. You’re expecting an outrage already, so you speak up. “I’m sorry, I thought I could-“

“It’s okay. You’ll get your strength back, I promise you. Don’t try to push your limits, okay?” She smirks a little, and kisses your head after you start to feel better.

She pours you a hot cup of tea, handing you the little thing on a tiny plate- so fancy. “It’s your favorite. Don’t be unmotivated, my sweet. I’m going to stay forever.” Her tone is defiant, her search for immortality seeping into the conversation.

“Forever? Do you mean that?” You ask, and without pondering a second she responds, “Most definitely, yes. I’ll stay with you forever.”

Who knows… maybe if she breaks the limits of death it is possible. She seems very confident, so you might start to look forward to it.

[museofreverie]

Chapter 04 ⋆ Just a Very Long Dream

WAYS OF FREEDOM┊Pairing: Eren Jaeger x Modern Fem!Reader ┊2nd POV

In which a chronically online Gen Z that went through the pandemic goes to the Attack on Titan Universe and tries her very best to change the ending with an "I can fix him" mentality.

⋆ CHAPTER WORD COUNT: 2.4k words

⋆ WARNINGS: manga spoilers

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𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏.

"OUCH, MY BACK."

          The words rolled out from your tongue after rolling your neck sideways and stretching your back. All of a sudden, your mother's words about your posture echoed in your head.

          You look like a shrimp. Sit straight, will you?

          Your eyes rolled at the truthfulness of this thought. "Damn, I really do need to stretch again and fix my posture."

          As you stretched your arms above your head and got up from your chair, you took a deep breath. Your muscles became tense, so you flexed and rotated each limb, hearing the sound of breaking joints. With a sigh, you raised your hands to your chest and flexed and extended them until you heard a pleasant crack reverberate through your fingertips.

          You looked over to your table and the thought of doing your academic responsibilities immediately made you whine.

          "I don't want to study."

          Your mind was dead tired, and all you wanted to do was to go back to bed. You stifled a yawn and rubbed your eyes with your fingertips, evident that exhaustion was catching up with you.

          No classes tomorrow, you thought to yourself. I'm just gonna take a quick nap before I read fanfics later.

          Your head bobbed. A quick nap. Yeah, that seemed like a good plan.

          You walked towards your bed, finally succumbing to the thought of lying down, and relaxed against the soft pillow. You shifted to a more comfortable position, adjusting the position of your pillow and the soft fabric of your blanket that brushed lightly against your skin.

          Ah, finally I can rest!

          Soon after, your dog followed you and climbed into your bed to rest beside you. "Don't pee here, okay?" you warned your dog who just finished digging on the sheets. They looked at you with ears deflated, as if they understood what you said. Because of this, a chuckle escaped your lips and you gave your dog an affectionate kiss on the forehead.

          A second passed. Another second. And then a minute.

          Right now, you were just waiting for this day to pass by. The atmosphere in your room was solely existential anguish. Almost every second felt like you were stuck in the walls of a prison that you could never escape as you stared endlessly into the empty abyss that was your ceiling.

          Great. Another existential crisis.

          This was basically your daily routine ever since quarantine started. You knew that deep inside of you, the blazing flame to keep on going that you ignited was slowly dimming. Was it even worth it to keep on going? To continue studying when your future is uncertain?

          You're still young and still have a long way to go, yet why does it feel like you're running out of time already? You didn't want to think about deadlines anymore. You just wanted to take a pause. To exist quietly.

          Absent-mindedly, you frowned at the thought and your mood immediately turned into moroseness. You just wanted to get rid of this heaviness inside your chest.

          You groaned. "Why am I always like this? Life is not even daijoubu anymore."

          And so because of that, your fingers found their way gliding across your phone's screen, searching for the perfect softly haunting tune to play as your background noise.

          Well, you know what they say. Don't suffer in silence; at least try to play some background music.

          As the music began to play from the streaming app, you felt like you had been transported into a movie, with the soundtrack of your soul playing out in the background. You closed your eyes and let yourself melt in the music, feeling a wave of nostalgia and sadness hit you all at once. The tune entered your mind like a siren's call, drawing you ever-increasingly deeper into the pit of unconsciousness. Your eyelids grew heavier and heavier with each passing second, and at last, your body gave in and succumbed to blissful slumber.

          From the depths of your sleep, it was all pitch black. Just pure darkness that enveloped you like a thick blanket, heavy and still.

          And then slowly, the dreams came.

          At first, a blinding light illuminated the dark abyss of your mind. Line after line of light slowly morphed into a luminous worm-like creature that glowed—and the version of you in this dream could feel yourself slipping into the endless depths of water towards it. But before you collided with the creature, it then changed to the image of a thick and sprawling tree of luminescence with the intensity of a thousand suns, stretching up toward an infinite sky and reaching without limits.

          You thought there was something almost mystical about the tree. It seemed alive. As if it was the source of all life itself.

          Around you, there was sand. Everywhere. A place that was full of limitless sand, the glowing tree standing tall in the middle.

          As your actions inside this dream gazed upon this magnificent sight, suddenly an eerie silhouette of a woman emerged in front of the tree. You couldn't make out her features yet, but you could feel her presence watching you. Her head tilted ever so slightly to the side as if trying to decipher your very essence. They did not dare to speak but only observed you.

          The version of you in this dream could feel your body going towards her-but then another image began to form. There was an enormous bomb that exploded and shook the ground, illuminating a monstrous head on the body of what resembled a skeleton fish.

          It was a terrifying sight.

          The dream twisted back to the glowing tree, yet the glow from the tree immediately faded, a pool of blood replacing the light.

          And then, there it was.

          Eyes that glowed with a vivid green hue. Burning with rage.

          You wanted to escape this dream—but, all of it seemed familiar. So familiar as if you've known it your entire life—yet various images kept coming up in your head and continuously blurring together. Light. Worm. Tree. Silhouette. Bomb. Blood. Green Eyes. Light. Worm. Tree. Silhouette. Bomb. Blood. Green Eyes—The familiarity was uncanny.

          Light. Worm. Tree. Silhouette. Bomb. Blood. Green Eyes. Light. Worm. Tree. Silhouette. Bomb. Blood. Green Ey—You thought you'd seen this before—Light. Worm. Tree. Silhouette. Bomb. Blood. Green Eyes. Light. Worm. Tree. Silhouette. Bomb. Blood—The images blurred—₲ⱤɆɆ₦ ɆɎɆ₴. ฿ⱠØØĐ. ฿Ø₥฿. ₴łⱠⱧØɄɆ₮₮Ɇ. ₮ⱤɆɆ. ₩ØⱤ₥. Ⱡł₲Ⱨ₮—and it changed again.

           But this time, it was different.

          It was a blurry image of a m̸̝̜͓̙̹͆̍̚̚a̴̺̦̺͋̊̒̔͝n̴̙͍̈́͋̈̎͝͝͠͝ ̵̡̦͓̞͈̟̈́̂̿͐̾͋͜s̷̫̳̑̌ï̵̤̪̥̖̱͊ͅt̸̛͎̋͂͂͆̓̐͋̐t̷̢͇͙͉͍͌̀͗̈́͝į̴̛̹̦̙̭̺̎̈́̿̀̌n̴̜̍͝g̸̨̗̣̯͇͖̦͐̿̏̈́̿ ̶͕̙̦̤͎͖̐̊̀́͛͝u̷̧̖͓̟͉̼̯̇̾n̷̨̧̘͙̥̻̈́̀d̷̨̛̺̺̻͙̞̺̥̤͆̈́̐͛̚͝͠͝ę̷̱͈̺̦̪̠̮͌̍͊̅̌ͅr̵̬̰̭̮͔͔̓ ̶̡̖̲̠̝̩̜̀̀̀̇̔̓̊͜ͅå̶̛̗̃̋̇͠ ̸͔́̃̇̎͌͘t̶̆͘ͅȑ̴̡̳̺̠̘͘e̶̢̨̢̢̫̭̿̈́̄ē̵̟̭͎̖ ̴̪̰̗̯̼͖̳͊̈́͌͋̐̈͑͂̽w̷̱̏̽h̸͚͖̯͙̹͚̹͋̅̒͂̉̊͐͋͝ͅọ̵̢̧͇͔̜͂͑͑̓̇̿ ̶̨̭̟̽́̋̿́̎̆͘͠͝s̵̯̝̤̺̖̘̃̿͂̍͐̀̽͐̅͝e̵͎̤͎̓͑̇͌̑̌̚ȩ̷̧̼̹̗͚͎͈̳̃͛́̍͌̌͗̎͜m̸͈̱̟͉̘̭̰̩̗͋̌̀̂͗̉͝͝ě̵̢̙͚d̷̢̡̗̥̠͓̦͍̆̎̒̎ ̵͔̰̣͉̉̕t̸̨̨̡̗͈̲̮̗̫͍̅̓͘ọ̴̡̹̮̬̲̼̦̺͗̉̄͆͆͆̍̀̕͝ ̵͔͌̉̈̾̅̐̑͒̚͝h̸̦́̇̈̋͌͂̕̚ͅá̵̛̲̘̲̬̪͍͕̲͕̈́̅͗́̊ṿ̵̮͊́̉̅͋̈́͠ḛ̶̔̎̎̂ ̶̘̲͎͍̜͓͚͕͂͋̌ͅf̷̡̧̩͖̣̦͈̟̐̆̃͜ơ̸̼̱͍͙̘͕̝̣̗̌͗̆̾́̉̓͐̋͜û̸̹̮͓̯̖̍̆ñ̸̡̢͔̣̙̙̺́̓̿̈́̊͒͋́͠d̵̢͍̠̀͊̏̒͋̽̾ ̶̳̗̤̝̲͓̅̒̔ȩ̸̖͌͑̾͐v̵̧̙̲̠̬̋̃̽̋̈̈͂̕ë̴̟͈̮̜̪͉́͒̏̉͘r̴̗͕̲̮͚͇̫͙̍͛̒̔́͂̌̌̕̕l̴̠̥̮͎͇͈̟̣̒̈ͅȁ̴͍͓̼̏̃̾͗̈́͝s̴̡̬̞͚̖͎̳̓̽͒͑ţ̸͍̦͖͈͊̉̂̄͘͠ḯ̵̢̢̱͕̲̞͖̂̐̇̕͜n̸̙͙͊̎̍̾͗͑̿͒̈̕ģ̷̨̱̲̥̖͈͔͕͙̉͐͂͝ ̷̨̘̜̝͔̻͕͗͗͘p̴̰̠͍͓̙͉̊̈͑̌̈́̊̎͘͝͝e̵̺̜͔̬͘ȧ̴̠̠͉̹̩̫̆͊͌c̴̺̗̲͍̞͔̳͉̱̳̋̔ę̸͕̜̳͈̓̐̉͊̎̅̿̾͠ͅͅ ̴͎̠̖̏̃̂̒͐į̷̨͉̦̝͚̠̖͍͛̄͛̂͊̄̆̐͝͝n̴̹̩̙̳͚̐ ̷̢̨̡̭͕̖̺̦̋̒͊̒́͑ḧ̶̨̡̼͈̥̆̄̏̈́̂̾̇͜i̶͎̭̤̓̓̈͜ș̶̢̼͈͑̄̓̑̕͠ ̴̭͚͇̤̰̬́͛̎̽s̷̢̩̗̮̀̐̏ļ̵̢̥̲̬̙̺̥̱̣̈ę̸̠̣͉̣͈͔͐e̶͖͍̲͈͇̬̞͈̺̾̌̑p̵̑̐̽͌͋͠ͅ.̸͉͎̠͈̺̳͔̹̯̙͑͐̊

         

Huh?

          You wanted to know more about this vision. Everything seemed so familiar—but then you woke up.

          You blinked your heavy eyes open and struggled to focus in the dim light. Still, a bit disoriented from the deep sleep you had entered, your hand clutched your head.

          Huh? My head hurts.

          But even with the sudden migraine, you tried to ignore it with a yawn. Your body tossed and turned in bed, and as soon as your hand touched your eyes, you began to rub them to wake you up.

          You stared at your ceiling for a while without blinking, trying to decipher what had just transpired in your dream.

          Wow. That was a very long dream.

          "What time is it?" You stretched again, groaning at the notion. You stopped and faced your dog who was also asleep beside you. You smiled fondly.

          "Hi, baby," you said in a soft voice, waking them up. When your dog saw you were finally awake now, their tail wagged nonstop and tried licking your face. A chuckle left your lips, shielding yourself from their licks. "Okay, okay, I'm awake."

          You looked for your phone that was under one of your pillows and opened the notes app to make an entry about your dream today.

          Yes, you take down notes about some of your dreams in your notes app. What? You'll never know if some of them are prophetic or might come in handy one day.

          This dream was nothing special. You think. You've had tons of random entries already, of course. One of them was when you were inside a dream singing with Shrek and One Direction, and later on, appeared to be half-naked while watching the scene unfold from a different point of view than yours.

          Yeah, it was a weird and random one.

          But this time, something clicked in your mind as your fingers continued to type in your phone about your dream—Light. Worm. Tree. Silhouette. Bomb. Blood. Green Eyes.

          You were now positive it was about Attack on Titan.

          Weird. It was the same dream you had earlier this morning. Your eyes blinked.

          You just hoped you won't ever dream about it again.

         

The dreams did not stop.

          It has been exactly a week since your eerie dreams about Attack on Titan began, leaving you drained and unable to sleep properly. Every night, they returned. Unsettling, surreal, and with a nagging familiarity that you couldn't quite place. While you wanted to keep delving deeper into your dreams analysis, you also sought to avoid being overly consumed by the matter at hand. The dreams didn't make much sense to you, to be honest, but it did linger in the back of your mind.

          Your shoulders slumped as you once again lay in bed. "This is what happens when you've watched too many edits of AOT, Y/N."

          An idea then popped into your head, and you smirked. "Well, there's nothing wrong with watching more edits."

          After scrolling through YouTube for a while, you switched over to TikTok and searched for random videos about Attack on Titan again. As you clicked through some of the videos on your Fyp, you couldn't help but laugh at some of them. Some were funny; unhinged and out of pocket with the bird memes—like when a video about a bird attacking a guy with the caption: 'Eren as a bird attacking every guy that tries to flirt with Mikasa', but then there are others that were serious interpretations or analyses of his character.

          Even at the worst of times, the only way the fandom could cope was by making memes of Eren's ending. However, no matter what type of video it was, it seemed like everyone was talking about Eren and his impact on the anime world.

          You were so deep in laughter that for a moment you didn't notice the sudden intrusion in your room.

          "What in the hell is this mess."

           You immediately looked up, wiping away the tears of laughter from your eyes, and were met by the sight of your mother looking around your room, taking in all the changes since she last visited. Her gaze returned to you and then shook her head. "So that's why some of the mugs have disappeared, huh."

          Unsure of what to do in the face of her unexpected presence, you froze for a bit before abruptly standing up from your bed. Your heart thudded against your chest, and you stammered out a greeting.

          "H-hi, ma," you began, your voice barely more than a whisper.

          "You've been stuck here all day for months and—didn't I always tell you to clean your room? Is that how a lady should act? You're getting too lazy. You know this isn't how I raised you."

          Her disapproval was evident with every word of insult towards you that came out of her mouth.

          "What do you even do here all day, huh? Wha—"

          You tried cutting her off before it got worse. "Ma, aren't you busy, or something? Why are you even here?"

          Big mistake.

          She gave you a pointed look. You thought you were already done having a talk with her from last week, but that speech was coming.

          "Oh, you know how to talk back now, huh? Don't you dare give me that attitude, Y/N. I'm still your mom. How dare you ask me that? You rarely go outside and do some of the chores. Just look at you. This is what happens when you're always on your phone."

          Her head shook slowly, and then slowly looked up at you. "But anyway, this isn't what I came for. I have some news."

          Curious about this, your head tilted.

          She understood that your interest was piqued and so she continued. "Your aunt called. She said we'll have a memorial for... Mama. It's through Zoom with our other relatives. Also, she told me that we'll be the ones who can use Mama's house since we're the only one near it. The others are stuck in quarantine."

          Your mother waited for a minute to pass. She sighed.

          "I'm sorry, Y/N, but it's already been a year since she passed away."

          Your face crumpled at her words and she was instantly filled with guilt. She moved forward slowly, hesitating before perching on the edge of your bed in an attempt to show comfort. You could feel her eyes on you, full of sympathy and understanding even as you averted your gaze.

          "Oh."

          Your fingers trembled as they slowly grasped the necklace that hung around your neck. It was your grandmother's, a gift she'd given to you so many years ago—a reminder that she would always be with you. But now, at the thought of her passing, it felt like it had been ripped away from you, leaving you feeling an emptiness unlike any other.

          Your mother was right. It had already been a year.

          "Your siblings won't also be there with us, but they'll try to attend online." She was still met with silence but continued. "I know. . . this has been hard for you — for all of us — believe me, it really is. But we need to move forward with this loss. You can't just stay here inside your room and isolate yourself. . . Life doesn't simply work that way. So," she continued while her face became stoic, "pack up your things. We'll leave the next day."

          For what felt like an eternity, there was a deafening silence between you and her. Without saying a word, she turned away and stood up, gathering the mugs you had, and left the room.

          You opened your mouth to say something, but the words never came out of it.

          Your eyes glistened. Some things just can never be the same again no matter how hard you tried to hold them dearly—it cannot be undone. Especially with the pain they caused you.

          The weight of dread in your chest felt heavier than ever. You wished you were asleep, dreaming of the strange visions that kept coming back to you during the night. Those weren't real.

          Unlike this.

          After all, those dreams—were all just a very long dream.

To be continued . . .

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[miikishii]

To Hold the Sea | Ch. 10

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synopsis: Talking to a 3rd party clears your head.

warnings: none I can think of....

Everyone notices the tiredness in your eyes when you walk into the office that morning. Unfortunately, sleepless nights have been the usual lately in a way they haven't been for a long time. The work you had to complete with Ango is finished, so now you’re alone in your office again. The windows you have let in a cold light; it’s not rainy, just cloudy. 

Someone knocks on your door, pulling you from your thoughts. 

“Come in.”

Atsushi walks in cautiously, holding a few papers.

“These are for you..”

“Thank you.”

“...”

He doesn’t leave just yet.

“Are you okay?”

“Hm? Yes, I’m fine, why?”

He gives you a sideways look,

“You seem upset. Are you sure you’re okay?”

You want to tell him, but you don’t want to worry him.

“It’s just… something a little upsetting happened is all.”

A healthy medium: admitting to being in poor spirits very vaguely.

“Do you want to talk about it? I’m taking my break in a few minutes.”

“That’s really sweet, but I don’t want you to spend your break on me.”

“I don’t mind, really!”

“Only if you’re sure.”

“Positive.” He smiles.

You laugh lightly.

“I just have to look through these and I’ll meet you downstairs. Thank you, Atsushi.” He nods and takes his leave as you begin to skim through the papers he gave you.

You’re somehow a little nervous when you meet him downstairs. He doesn't know anything about your relationship with Ango, but everyone knows where Dazai goes after work most days. That considered, it’s not surprising when Atsushi asks,

“Did you and Dazai… have a fight?”

“I mean, it wasn’t a fight, it was an argument.”

“It’s… mostly the same.” He shrugs,

“Well- anyways. But, a fight sounds too violent! He just… We said some words and then he left. 

“Said some words?”

“I said I was upset and he was mad because-” he leans in eagerly,

“He just doesn’t like Ango and he was over at my apartment last night. I told him if he didn’t want to see him he should’ve just stayed at his dorm- I mean, it’s my apartment!”

“Why does he stay with you so often?”

“‘Says he’s bored.”

He grimaces,

“Well, that is very… him, isn’t it?” You give him an aggravated nod.

“Clearly, that’s not the real reason, but I don’t expect to get it out of him, you know? I was upset about that. We’re friends. He says it himself, but it’s so hard to believe him! He doesn’t tell me anything- EVER! It’s so frustrating.” Atsushi nods along apologetically to your complaints.

“I just wish he would talk to me, genuinely. Instead, he just gets mad over things he won’t tell me about! How am I supposed to deal with that?” You try to keep your calm but some residual emotions from the night before bubble up. At first, you were just sad, but the more you think about it, the more upset you become. 

“You should talk to him about it when you can, I’m sure he’s upset about it in his own way too. Just bring it up when you’re ready.” you nod thankfully.

“Thank you, Atsushi. Sorry you spent your lunch listening to my troubles.” You frown.

“It’s no problem, really!” he laughs. He’s always been too kind for his own good. You excuse yourself back to your office and pay his tab while he’s not paying attention, it’s the least you can do. Returning to your office, you find Dazai lying on the agency couch. He’s napping with his headphones on again, his eyes a little sunken. You’re relieved to know it must’ve affected him too, but at the same time, you’re ashamed of the feeling. He opens his eyes and is met with you staring at him. You walk off as soon as you lock eyes with him, and it almost makes you laugh how awkward it was. As you fix yourself a drink in the break room, he walks in and waits quietly for you to finish. When you’re about to go home he’s sitting on the couch again. Suspicious. So, you sit down across from him and wait for everyone else to leave, fiddling with things in your bag to look busy. When everyone is gone, you make the first move,

“Did you want to talk?” he lets his head hang down subtly.

“I’m not sure.” He’s surprisingly honest.

“Come over when you’re ready to talk. I want to talk to you, Osamu.” He looks up at you, a glint of surprise in his gaze. You get up and leave him to think. It’s a proud moment for you, walking away and leaving things to sit. 

Note: ehehehehehehehehe. Anyways I'm running out of pre written chapters very quickly but the one I just wrote (Maybe three or four ahead of this one) is verrrrryyyy fun.

[leam1983]

Renewal

The weekend went by swimmingly - a little too much so by my usual standards.

What really came as a shock was seeing Walt commit to his plan, and to do so while inauguraring the most Dad-worthy summer outfit I've seen him put on, with grey slacks, a lighter-tinted gray Hawaiian shirt, a straw fedora and sandals. The last time we visited the cabin, he didn't so much as loosen his necktie!

Again, as promised, we dogpiled the exact moment we finished unpacking and did so without any alarm planned. Sarah woke up on Friday evening and let Walt and I snooze through most of the evening, and we both woke up around 2 AM. Walt wasn't as refreshed as I was and he'd snored like a motor boat, but we fixed ourselves some Paninis and watched Late Night TV while eating. Followed some cuddling and our falling back asleep on the same couch.

Our internal clocks being a bit out of whack, Walt and I began Saturday around 6:30 AM by sitting on the front porch and drinking coffee. Sarah got up around 9, at which point we began discussing meal plans for the weekend. Once everything was set, Walt took me out for a bit of an endurance walk and then helped me with a more involved training and physical therapy session. By the time I'd worked up to sit-ups and he was giving me his corniest Burgess Meredith impression, I was fairly worked up. Sarah had been working on an HTPC build for our living room, back at the apartment, and took a pause from that to join us in, erm, a different kind of cardiovascular exercises...

The afternoon mostly involved books and more napping. We cooked ourselves some French onion soup for dinner and probably ate our respective weights in baguette bread and various local fine cheeses and grapes - and out came the caramel apple pie Walt had picked up at a nearby bakery. Followed coffee and tea and a looong round of Cards Against Humanity, which we more or less used to decompress after the last several weeks. God bless blank cards and blank card packs - we managed to tailor something of a personal extension packed with all our in-jokes and our work-related gripes. Walt had challenged us to run through the entire set of expansions, but we balked after clearing The Absurd Box - re-sorting all those cards would've been a fucking nightmare. We settled with sprinkling a few extra cards from here and there, instead. Note to self: check out Crabs Adjust Humidity, a supposedly raunchier and nastier take on the base game.

That took us well into the early hours, with Walt and I collapsing into bed by 3 AM. He snuggled me like never before, and apparently woke up first. He'd warned me he wasn't going to let me work on anything over the weekend, and I woke up this morning to homemade pancakes, fruits and some maple syrup, served in bed. Sarah had apparently received the same treatment, but disobeyed Walt's instructions to go hang in my doorframe while sipping on her OJ. We shot the shit for a while, Walt pretended to look resigned to not being able to serve his two favourite people a breakfast meal in bed, and we mostly spent the morning gabbing away in our pajamas. Things got steamy again, but we didn't progress past heavy petting - Walt just wanted us close for a little while.

Followed a quick canoe ride on the lake out back with a two-hour lakeside nap for Walt, and we then packed up and went home.

"Why this weekend?" I asked him, on the way back. "You could've waited for Canada Day, you know."

He glanced at me while driving and gave me a smirk. "You've all but killed my old Federalist spirit, sport. Ontario never made me feel welcomed; and it's in Quebec that I put down roots. I might never speak French the exact same way you do, but you and Sarah took just another job and elevated it to my calling."

Sarah had taken the back seat so she could lounge by sitting sideways on the longer stretches. "I feel pretty much the same way," she said. "If Quebec's where the two of you are, then Quebec is where I belong and I'll be proud to speak its language."

That got a laugh out of me. "You realize I write about the two of you in English, right?"

Walt chortled. "Personne n'est parfait, tu sais!"

Nobody's perfect, huh? Yeah, that about sums up Quebec's view of the wider world. Don't speak French? Ah, nevermind that, you'll fit in just fine within a few years. Bring your food, ignore the bigots and start complaining about the weather. You'll fit in that much faster if you do.

[corrodedcoffinkid]

EDDIE’S WISDOM TEETH BOTHERING HIM AND HE CANT CHEW AND IT UPSETS HIM

doin a popcorn fic with @jesushchristmunson bc i thought that’d be cool

@jesushchristmunson your move, dude.

Steve’s pretty sure he’s been listening to the same complaints for two weeks now.

“Steve, my jaw hurts.”

“Steve, I can’t chew.”

“Steve, I’m swollen.”

It breaks Steve’s heart, it really does. Eddie’s wisdom teeth were coming in… sideways. What is he supposed to do, though? Eddie’s terrified of surgery, anesthesia, and dentists. This combines all of that- not to mention recovery.

Oh, God, they’re so screwed.

When Steve finally gets off work after an eight hour shift, he comes home to find Eddie crying on the couch with Wayne pressing an icepack to one side of his jaw. “Is it bad today?”

Wayne nods. He scratches Eddie’s hair, running his fingers through it in an attempt to soothe him. “Son, I really think you’ve put this off long enough.”

Eddie sniffles, and lets out a sad whine. “No, please.”

“Uncle Wayne is right, baby,” Steve sits on the other side of Eddie. “You’re hurting, and it’s not okay.”

Despite Eddie’s protests, Uncle Wayne and Steve book the appointment for a week out. Eddie’s getting more swollen- he hasn’t eaten solids in a while. Their lives have been nothing but ice packs, pain pills, and soft foods for the past few weeks.

Morning of the appointment, however, Eddie declares his pain has magically went away. “No, I’m fine,” Eddie says, pushing away the comfy clothes his uncle has laid out for him. “See?” He smiles weakly, and tries to hide his winces of pain.

“Son, I wasn’t born yesterday.”

Eddje frowns, and flops back on his bed dramatically. “I am not getting dressed and you can’t make me.”

Steve comes into Eddie’s bedroom from the kitchen once he hears the complaints. He’d gotten Wayne to wake him up, because he’d hoped Eddie would listen to him. It hadn’t worked. “Fine, we’ll take you in your boxers and baggy shirt.”

“No,” Eddie whimpers, shaking his head. “I don’t wanna go.”

Wayne and Steve both sit beside him on his bed. Eddie hasn’t started to cry yet, but there are tears forming in his eyes. “Son, I picked you out a nice sweatshirt and some pajama pants. You’re just going to have a nap for a few hours, then you’ll wake up all fixed up.”

Eddie tries to chew on his fingers, but it hurts too much to do so. “Please don’t make me…”

Steve pulls him in for a quick hug. “Hey,” he says softly, “Uncle Wayne and I are going to be there for when you fall asleep. You can bring Teddy, your dragons, a book… whatever you want, Eddie.”

“Are you sure?”

Uncle Wayne nods. “We’re sure.”

So, Eddie begrudgingly slips on his pajama pants and hoodie before grabbing his Teddy bear off of his bed. Steve presses a kiss to his forehead, and leads him out to the car. “Do you want me to drive or Uncle Wayne to drive.”

“Uncle Wayne drive,” Eddie murmurs, nuzzling his face in Steve’s chest.

To everyone’s surprise, Eddie does okay on the long car ride to the office. Maybe he’s in so much pain that he’s accepted it, or maybe he’s simply given up. Steve and Wayne aren’t sure which, but at least he isn’t crying.

At least, not until they’re in the parking lot.

[oikadori]

LEAVING THEIR MIC AND CAMERA ON WHILE BEING SOFT WITH THEIR S/O

 can you do a post where like the zoom call in which they accidentally have their camera on, they accidentally have their mic on while they’re being soft with their s/o with akaashi, suna, and daichi 🥺🥺

A/N: Thanks for requesting, I tried to do something a little different with this one. I couldn’t decide whether to make a headcanon or  an scenario. Hope you like it! Thanks for reading ♡ ♡ ♡

Pairings: Akaashi x f!Reader, Suna x f!Reader, Daichi x f!Reader

Genre: fluff

WC~1028

“I’ll be back in a few minutes”

“Where are you going??”

“Tsk, you won’t die without Akaashi for ten minutes, will you?” You grin as you see Bokuto’s hair falling down when Konoha gives a sympathetic look at Akaashi.

Akaashi nods as he presses some buttons on the Keyboard before turning around, his tired look softens when he sees your figure standing in the door frame.

“Y/N” his voice ghosts as you handle him a plate with boiled rapeseed plants, which you managed to make in record time.

“It won’t be as good as the one from the store you like but…you looked really tired” his mouth curves up slightly at the sight of the food, “and I wanted to surprise you”

“You didn’t have to…”

“Just-let me take care of you for once” you huff, sitting on his lap, placing your legs sideways. Akaashi lets his head fall on the crook of your neck as his nose brushes your skin playfully, making you giggle

“Open”

Akaashi obediently follows your command as you place a bite on his mouth, making him hum in response. You smile when his arms squeeze you as he leans closer to you. “Thank you, Y/N…I lo-“

His jaw falls open. Feeling his shoulders tensing up, you cock an eyebrow at him in confusion.

“Keiji, what happened?”

“It seems… I didn’t turn the camera off”

You feel your heartbeat drop at the sight of all the third years laughing, no sound coming out until Akaashi’s hand reaches the keyboard, a scared look snaps on his face, fearing about what might come out of his laptop.

“Boohoo you lovebirds go get a room!”

“Well, they already are-”

“I want a cute girlfriend that makes food for me too!!”

“W-Wait Akaa-” You blink at how fast he closes the computer,  making his teammates disappear. You feel a giggle tickling your throat when you notice the blush on his ears.

“I'm never leaving this open again” He mumbles, hugging you tightly before reaching your hand to kiss it, “How embarrassed, I’m so sorry”

“You looked really cute all flustered like that, tho!”

“Y/N, I love you…but stop, please”

“I’m gonna take a nap, care to join me?”

Suna’s lazy gaze glimmers at your offer, making him fully turn his head at you.

“Why torturing me, like this?” he whines as he forces himself to return to his previous position, watching the screen as his captain scolded the twins ”Later, beautiful”.

Your shoulders fall disappointed at his response, rubbing your eyes, you climb on his bed, curling yourself up between the blankets.

“Knock it off you two, we are helping you study!”

Suna can’t refrain the long yawn that comes out, as he blinks a few times still looking at the screen. He turns his head to the back, catching your figure laying comfortably on his bed. The urge to lay with you becoming unbearable.

“Guys, there is…something really important I have to do”

“It’s okay, Suna, see you tomorrow morning!” He clicks carelessly the keyboard, his eyes fixed on you.

Suna moves quickly towards the bed before collapsing over you, his limbs covering your body, trapping you. His chest lays against your back as he presses one side of his face against yours, feeling the air in your lungs escaping you huff with a sideways smile.

“Rintarou…I can’t breathe”

“You’re the one who offered me this, remember?”

“I don’t remember offering me as your pillow”

“Too bad then” He removes the blankets before pulling it over the two of you, his arms lock your waist as he kiss lightly your cheek, closing his eyes when he feels the smile on your lips.

“ ‘Something important to do’, no shit, Suna!”

You snap your sleepy eyes at Atsmu’s voice, still processing the situation.

“The camera…” you whisper

“Hmmm”

“I don’t want them to see us, Rin” his eyes remain closed as you pout, frowning, you try to remove his arms.

Suna tightens his grip on your waist before flipping you to the other side, making only his back visible for the camera. His eyes open slightly, and you catch a tiny smile on his lips as he squishes your cheeks.

“Problem solved, beautiful. Can we sleep now?”

“Daichi”

He turns his attention away from his laptop, a concerned look takes over his features at the way you frown looking at his phone.

“Uhm, you’ve got a text from Suga and…the first years are fighting with the basketball team over the gym”

Daichi’s eyes go blank and you swear you saw his soul leaving for a second. He stands, taking heavy steps in your direction.

“They what?” he takes his phone from your hands, closing his eyes, he  feels irritation building up in his stomach, “They are making me crazy”

“Daichi Sawamura” his eyes open when your hands cup his cheeks, “I’m the only one supposed to do that” Daichi’s cheeks flush, letting out an airy laugh at the pout on you face.

“Don’t be jealous, princess” Daichi pockets his phone before placing his hands on your hips, you giggle as he pinches your sides softly. The irritation fades away when he feels your hands tracing the muscles of his back. He stares at your lips before leaning in, giving you a soft kiss.

A whistle makes the two of you break their contact abruptly. You see Daichi’s soul for the second time in the day, as he turns to the computer to see a mix of blushed and embarrassed faces.

“Sawamura! We can see you!” Michimiya screams with her face covered by her hands, you feel your cheeks heating up as you move away from Daichi, “I’ve been trying to tell you that for the last five minutes”

“Sorry!” Daichi yells as he bows at the screen, you copy him, bowing too. You share a brief look before looking away shyly, fighting the blush that was taking over your cheeks, you bow at him and then at the screen again before rushing away.

“How didn’t you hear us, Sawamura?”

Daichi sighs ,defeated. He looks at the human-shaped blanket on the couch, feeling his lips curving up instinctively as he pictures the blushed face you are desperately trying to hide under the covers.

“I was…really distracted, sorry again!”

Sorry for taking so long, but I have a pretty important oral exam this week and I’ve been feeling kind of insecure with...well everything I do HAHAHAAH 

Please reblog if you like it!

Thanks for reading! ♡

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PART III

[fireinmoonshot]

DECEMBER DRABBLES – DAY TWENTY-SEVEN: "Your Christmas present is me" with Kingo from Marvel's Eternals.

Where most couples who have been together for a long time talk about spicing up their love life, Kingo talks about spicing up your thousandth-and-something Christmas. It’s the reason he’s spending so long in your bedroom while you impatiently wait for him in the living room.

Your hot chocolate is only half finished, but the longer Kingo takes, the colder it gets and the less you want to drink it. The marshmallows that were on top are long gone and you’re getting more and more bored of whatever is on the television.

“Kingo! Will you be done before New Years?” You call out.

Kingo snorts in return, though he knows you can’t hear him since he’s safely in the confines of your bedroom, getting ready. “Give me a minute!” He yells in reply.

“I’ve given you twenty seven of them,” you mutter, slumping further into the couch.

You abandon your unfinished hot chocolate onto the table beside the couch, not wanting to drink it anymore, and consider taking a small nap to see how long it’ll take Kingo to actually be finished with whatever he’s doing. But then, you hear the unmistakable creak of your bedroom door opening and your eyes shoot open again.

You blink at the sight of Kingo.

“Surprise! Your Christmas present is me!”

Kingo stands just outside your bedroom door wrapped head to toe in a red and green wrapping paper, complete with a bow on the top of his head and a huge grin on his face.

You can see why it took him so long now.

“You’re… dressed as a Christmas present…”

He smiles and looks down at his outfit, nodding to himself. “It kept ripping, so I had to keep fixing it. I think I used a whole roll of tape, which I am slightly regretting now that I’m actually standing here somewhat uncomfortably.”

For a few more moments you stay slumped on the couch staring at him. Kingo wonders briefly if he’s made some sort of mistake, because he’d thought you might laugh at him or make a silly joke, but you’re staring at him with a look he can’t decipher, and it’s concerning. Kingo has known you for so long that he knows all of your expressions except this one.

But then he watches as your lips start to curve up into a smile that he can see you’re desperately holding back, and then you burst into laughter, falling sideways into the pillow beside you and burying your face into it.

Kingo grins again. “Why are you laughing? Why are you laughing at me, huh?” He waddles towards you, and it’s a good thing you’re still laughing into the pillow because the sight of him waddling towards you would have made you laugh even harder. “Do I look funny or something?”

You briefly move away from the pillow only to look at the bow on his head and fall into laughter again. “Oh my God,” Kingo hears you muttering through your laughter. “You’re so cute.”

He lowers himself to the couch beside you as carefully as I can, but the second he touches the couch and you sit up, you both hear the sound of the wrapping paper ripping. The silence afterwards is so loud, until both of you start to laugh together.

Your face is hurting by the time your laughter finally starts to die down, your cheeks aching and tears in your eyes. “I think,” you say, “that this is my best Christmas gift ever. I don’t know how you’ve managed to top the last seven thousand years but… somehow, you have.” You raise a hand and wipe a stray tear off of your cheek.

Kingo gives up and leans back on the couch, the wrapping paper ripping in several places as he does and making him laugh a little again. His own face hurts from laughing, too, but his heart is warm from the fact that this little joke of his had made you so happy.

“I don’t know how you’ll live up to this next year,” you chuckle, slumping against his shoulder.

“Is that a challenge?” He offers.

“If you want it to be.”

He grins. “Consider the challenge accepted.”

[sunshineseung]

Journal Part 1 // Jeongin

🍄 | genre: smut ☁�� | pairing: Yang Jeongin x female!reader 🌿 | wc: 2.8k 🌸 | includes: milf!reader x babysitter!college student!virgin!jeongin, invasion of privacy (not the cardi b album), smut within the smut??? [handjob, begging, “mommy”], mentions of voyeurism, light dom/sub themes, “mommy” kink, teasing, stripping, blowjob/oral (m!receiving), no swallowing

☀️ | synopsis: Yang Jeongin babysits your two children, and he’s always been the most polite boy you’ve ever met. Unfortunately for him, he leaves his secret journal at your house one evening, and your curiosity got the better of you.

🌊 | One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Finale |

Being a single mother was never in your plans. After your husband left you with two kids, your world nearly fell apart. You went from being a stay-at-home mother to working two jobs. The daycare took care of your dayshift, but your night shifts were harder to arrange a babysitter for. That is until you offered the position to your next-door neighbor’s son. They complained about how he was in desperate need of a job, being in his first year of college with no work history. Your offer was perfect for them, and Jeongin was happy to fill the position. He was always the nicest kid, and you could see his eyes light up at the idea of working for you, or more likely, at the concept of getting paid. 

He’d come over to your house at 5:00pm, book bag on his back, ready to do homework while he watched your kids play. Your two daughters were quick to warm up to him, and the rest is history. He was the best babysitter you could ask for, and even if you had to stay late at work, he was always understanding. Jeongin was a perfect kid with good grades and a good heart, and you’d always see him writing in a journal. When you asked him about it, he’d say he’s “writing a story for class.” It was always the same excuse, day after day. You paid no mind, more worried about the status of your kids after you’ve left them with a teenager for hours. 

Jeongin was very protective of his special journal. It was just a regular composition book, but whatever he wrote in it was sacred to him. He’d hide it from you when you walked by and hold it close to his face as he wrote. Whatever he wrote was his little secret, but if it’s for a class like he said, it can’t be that terrible, right?

🍓🍰🐤🍀💐🍯

Returning home from a late shift, you see Jeongin settled on the couch, sleeping with his phone in his hand. His head was back and his mouth was wide open, snoring loudly. You nudge him to wake him up, but he doesn’t budge. All you can do is scoff at him and check on your daughters in their room just as sound asleep as their babysitter. Going back to the living room, Jeongin’s turned to his side, snoring quieter than before. You sit right at his feet and get comfortable, kicking your feet up on the coffee table and turning on the TV. When your heel lands on the table, you kick over Jeongin’s journal, the book falling to the ground and opening to a blank page. 

Your eyes dart to Jeongin and back at the book, and you’re mentally debating whether or not to look through it. You’ve hardly talked to the boy aside from a few conversations about school in a “back in my day” type dialogue. This would be a major invasion of privacy, but there’s no way it’s a diary. He writes in it constantly, how would it be a diary? 

You pick up the notebook, looking at the cover that read “Yang Jeongin Journal 1” on the title lines. Skipping to the one of the first few pages, you read a couple lines, which turns into reading a paragraph, and later an entire page. The more you read, the more you begin to understand why he hid it from you while boldly writing in front of you. Your jaw hangs slack as your eyes glaze over the lewd words written on the page. Your mind is blown imaging the sweet boy Jeongin imagining these scenarios, especially when you realize that you’re the other character. 

Her hand feels like heaven wrapped around my cock, stroking me up and down as I quickly become breathless from the sensation. She looks into my eyes, staring me down like a predator watching her prey. Her touch quickly becomes overwhelming as my dick starts to twitch in her hand, begging to cum despite her only beginning to play with me. I thrust into her hand, hips quaking as I seat myself again. “Please let me cum, mommy.” Y/n laughs and nods her head, lowering her lips to my cock, ready to catch my release on her gorgeous face.

Seeing your name on the paper makes your heart jump. All of these dirty thoughts that Jeongin pens in his journal are about you. As you shuffle through the pages, your name is practically highlighted to your eyes. Every few pages, there’s a description of your body or what you wear, occasionally an imagine of you undressing in your bedroom window that happens to face Jeongin’s bedroom. Although you always keep your curtains shut, Jeongin’s writing describes him hoping that you leave your curtains open to put on a show for him, undressing slowly until you notice Jeongin jerking off in the house across the fence. 

You slam his journal shut. You’ve seen enough. Laying it down on the table as it was before, you attempt to calm yourself and watch the TV you’ve been craving to watch since you got off work. Despite your best efforts, your mind begins to wonder to Jeongin, sleeping quietly beside you, and how ecstatic he’d be if you’d reenact some of the scenes he wrote in his special journal. 

Jeongin groans and stretches, finally waking up from his nap. You tap his leg to signal that you’re home, and he nearly jumps out of his skin feeling you near him. He coughs as he sits up, pressing down his shirt to get out any wrinkles and fixing his hair that looks like a bird’s nest. 

“Good morning, sleepyhead.” You laugh, smiling brightly at him as if you weren’t just reading his book of sexual fantasies. “Did you have a nice nap?” 

“Yes, yes!” Jeongin fumbles over his words, worried that you’re about to fire him for sleeping on the job. “I’m so sorry! I promise I didn’t fall asleep until after the girls went to sleep.” He bows his head, sincerely apologizing for something any college student would reasonably do once work was over.

“No worries. I’m sure my girls were in good hands.” You reach for his journal and hand it to him, and he begins to turn a bright shade of red. He knows what’s in that book, but he assumes you’re still naive. “I almost used your little book as a footrest, so put this somewhere safe, okay?”

“Oh, sorry about that. I didn’t mean to leave it out. I was just writing in it until I fell asleep.” He grabs his bookbag and shoves it in gently. 

“Wow, you write in that thing a lot.” You cross your legs and you face him, totally ignoring the television show at this point. “How long have you had that assignment for class?” 

You clearly caught him off guard. He seems confused before he remembers his lie, widening his eyes once he realizes that he’s about to dig himself into a hole. “Oh, it isn’t just one assignment. It’s for my creative writing class.” 

“Ah, I had a creative writing class too.” If he was going to lie to your face, it was only fair that you rebuttal with another lie. “Can I read some of what you wrote? Maybe give you some critique?”

Jeongin’s mind went blank. He broke out in a cold sweat. If he lets you read it, his life will be over, but on the other hand, if he doesn’t let you read it, it will look sketchy since it’s just supposed to be innocent writing for a freshman level college class. 

“Uh, it’s a little personal.” He’s adamantly avoiding eye contact with you, looking anywhere but your face. “I don’t think that would be appropriate since you’re my next door neighbor.” 

“Not appropriate, huh?” You can’t help but smirk, and out of the corner of his eye, he sees the sideways smile grow on your face. His heart begins to dip as he finally starts to connect the dots, thinking that his job, no, his existence as your neighbor could end within a matter of minutes. “What’s so inappropriate about wanting your neighbor, who is over ten years older than you might I add, to sit on your face and call you her baby boy? Hm?” 

Jeongin is frozen in place. He’s been outed. All of his wildest sexual fantasies have been revealed to the woman he wants to do them with. Knowing you’ve read his journal at least a little bit, he can’t help but get hard under his joggers, mentally cursing himself for wearing them once he notices your eyes drift to the tent in his pants. 

“Sorry, but curiosity killed the cat on this one.” You scoot closer to him, taking his hands in yours and rubbing your thumb over the back of his hand to warm him up. “I can’t believe my neighbor’s cute little son grew up to be such a dirty minded boy that can’t keep his thoughts in his head, but has to put them on paper so he can read them and imagine his neighbor fuck him again and again.”

“How much did you read?” Still with his head down, he squeaks out the question that’s been running through his mind since you started teasing him with your words. 

“I read enough.” You remove one of your hands from the hold and perk his chin up so he has no choice but to look at you. His eyes are sparkling with lust as you’re just centimeters from his face. “Tell me, Jeongin, what do you want me to do to you?”

“Right now?”

“Right now.”

He pauses to ponder and collect his thoughts. Everything he’s ever imagined is running through his read: the pet names, the toys, the punishments, the pleasure. It’s all too much, and he can hardly speak another word before you pet his face, holding his head in your palm as he shyly presses his cheek into your hand. 

“M-mommy,” he had never said that word out loud to you before, “can I strip for you?”

“All for me?” You smile, gladly accepting this offer. “Go ahead, baby boy. Show mommy what she’s been missing.”

He removes himself from you and stands up, timidly facing you as you lounge back on your couch. His shirt goes first, being neatly tossing onto the couch where he once sat. His fingers fiddle with the hem of his sweatpants before he pulls them down, showing you his bulge that’s painfully pressed against his tight boxer briefs. He’s bigger than you expected him to be, but that’s welcomed in your eyes.

You hold your hand out, stopping him before he can pull down his underwear. Standing up with a groan, you walk around his body, eyeing him up like he’s a buffet. One of your hands gently grabs at his ass, squeezing the skin between your fingertips and making him whine. You bite your lip when you hear him, sounding cute as a button despite the situation. From behind, you pull him back to you and run your hands around his body to feel his toned abs, finally moving upwards to tease his erect nipples. You feel him take a deep breath to calm himself, but when one hand pinches his nipple, he whines again, louder this time.

“Quiet, baby. You don’t want to wake the girls, do you?” When you whisper in his ear, all of the thoughts leave his head. You’ve hardly touched him and he’s dumb, and as embarassing at it is, he loves feeling helpless in your arms. “I haven’t seen another man like this in ages. You’re exactly what I need right now, Jeongin.” 

“Y-you need me?” He can hardly believe that you’re just as horny over him as he is for you, although his longer dates back far longer than just an hour or so. You hum in his ear as your hands slide down his torso to his cock, palming him over his underwear. He hisses and moans from the lightest stimulation. His reaction to all of your touches is perfect, and you can’t wait to see how he reacts when you’re riding him or sucking him off, although you could do anything to him and he’d be thankful. 

You remove your hand from his cock and pull down his underwear, finally seeing his length in all its glory. He gasps from how fast you undress him, but at the same time, he loves being on display for you. As much as he wants to hide his erection out of reflex, he holds his arms to the side tightly, allowing you to come in front of him and take in the view. 

“Jeongin, are you a virgin?” As embarrassing at it is, he nods and holds his breath, waiting for you to answer. “Aw, my pretty little boy’s never been fucked? That must be why you’re so infatuated with me.” 

You get down on your knees so you’re eye-level with his cock, now red and angry, begging to be sucked. Although your skills might be a little rusty, if your ex-husband’s reviews were any indication, you were about to blow this kid’s mind. With a little lick, he’s whining and staring down at you as you wrap your lips around the tip of his cock before moving back again and wrapping your hand around him like he’s always imagined. 

“Do you want to sit down?” Your voice sounded so calm and gentle, it was honestly shocking to Jeongin since he could hardly speak at all. He nods, and you take him to sit back on the couch. He spreads his legs for you to sit in between, once again jerking him off with one hand while the other plays with his balls. You kiss the tip before taking his member into your mouth, bobbing your head only around the tip. 

Jeongin’s convinced himself that he’s dreaming when he looks down to see your face moving up and down the very top of his cock. It feels so good, better than he could have ever imagined, and surely better than his hand. As you slowly start to take him more into your mouth, he’s clutching onto the couch cushion for dear life. He gets close very fast, tapping his thigh with one hand to try to convey that he’s about to cum. Quickly catching on, you take him fully into your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat, almost making you gag. 

After a few twitches of his cock, you feel him cumming down your throat as he moans out expletives from the overwhelming sensation. When he’s finally done, you pull your mouth off of him and let his cum drip out of your mouth and onto your chest, which was still covered by your button-down work shirt. When Jeongin finally opens his eyes, he’s greeted by you lazily resting your head on his thigh, looking up at him, waiting for him to come back down to Earth. 

“Ah, thank you, mommy.” In his post-nut state, the name he’d given you leaves his lips more hesitantly, but he knows that’s what you want to hear. Looking up at the clock, he notices that it’s past his self-determined bed time, but he’s still dazed enough to not care, at least for a moment. “That felt so good.” 

“And maybe tomorrow night we can do more, hm?” You slide onto his lap, his soft cock resting between your thighs. “I’d love to ride my baby boy and finally take his virginity… only if you want of course.” 

“I- ��� Yes, I’d love that.” Before he can say another word, you kiss him on the lips, and despite them just being around his cock, your kiss is sweet, and he needs more of it. Trying to avoid a make-out session, you pull away and get off of the boy’s lap, telling him to get dressed and go home so you can both sleep.

Your goodbye to him is the same as always, waving as he walks back home, but knowing what’s going to transpire tomorrow night, you can’t help but finish yourself off after being all worked up from Yang Jeongin. You decide to save your panties from today before you get into the shower, because they’re absolutely drenched and you’re sure Jeongin would love to have them for when he’s home alone. 

After pleasing yourself in the shower, you peek out your bedroom window. Just as you had hoped, Jeongin’s curtains were wide open, and he was beating his cock with one hand and sucking on his fingers with the other. He was clearly thinking about you by how he’d had his journal sitting next to him opened to a random page. 

You sleep good that night, pleased and excited for tomorrow. Although you were always the submissive one, you came to realize that maybe being the one in control was just what you needed. 

[tinywitchgoblin]

Libraries

Tech x reader

warnings: none?

summary: Tech wants to explore a new library and brings his significant other along for the journey

a/n: I’m working at my school’s library right now, and I just imagined how Tech would react to being in here!!!

“Come on, cyare, we don’t have all day,” Tech called, his voice carrying through the Marauder to where you were standing in the refresher. 

“Give me two more minutes and I’ll be right out,” you responded. You finished brushing your hair and teeth, gave yourself one last look in the mirror, and walked out. “Where are we headed to, Tech?”

“I thought I mentioned it earlier,” he said. “We are visiting the library a few doors down.” Oh, this should be fun, you thought to yourself. It wasn’t that you didn’t like libraries, you really did. That being said, you also wanted to spend some quality time with Tech, and you knew if he was in a library, the chances of him paying attention to you were slim to none. 

“Of course, I’m ready to leave when you are,” you said absentmindedly. 

The two of you walked the five minutes to the library, and when you entered the building, you both audibly gasped. It was built of stone, with arched ceilings and pillars throughout. There were books everywhere, too- small books, large books, children’s books, encyclopedias, novels, biographies. If you could think of a type of book, it was here. Your eyes grew wide, and you looked sideways at Tech; he was having a similar reaction to you. 

“This... this is amazing,” you declared. Tech could only nod. He walked over to the history section and picked up a volume on the history of droid intelligence, opening to a random page and reading silently. You wandered around for a while, eventually settling on a book about the local flora. You flipped through, periodically stopping to read random articles that caught your eye. Eventually, you became disinterested and moved on to another book. 

Occasionally, you would check in and see what Tech was up to. Every time, he was immersed in a different book, and you could see the stack of volumes on the side table next to him growing at a steady pace. You wanted to talk with him, hear him talk about what he was reading, but you didn’t want to disutrb him. He looked so at peace here. Much of the time, he looked stressed, in the middle of figuring out logistics for the next mission or working on fixing the Marauder. Here, though, that stress seemed to melt away, and your heart melted with it. 

Eventually, you grew bored, wanting to do nothing more than spend time with Tech. It wasn’t that you didn’t like to read; you loved it. That being said, there was a time for reading and a time to bond with your boyfriend, and now, that’s what you wanted. You pulled up a chair next to him and sat quietly, trying not to disturb him. For a while, he sat there, reading peacefully. After a while, he looked over and was surprised to see you sitting next to him. 

“Cyare, when did you sit down?” he questioned. 

“I’m not really sure. Maybe 15 or 20 minutes ago?” you responded. 

“Why did you not alert me of your presence?” 

“I didn’t want to bother you,” you told him, not wanting to upset him. 

“My love, your presence does not upset me. Rather, the opposite is true. I enjoy being in your company,” he asserted. When you said nothing after a while, he asked, “Is everything all right?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you replied quickly. 

“Well, I’m done here if you are,” he announced. “Would you like to head back to the ship?” You nodded, and the two of you walked out. He grabbed your hand and gave it a couple of squeezes, flashing you a smile. You couldn’t tell if he could sense your displeasure, or if he was just being romantic. Either way, you appreciated the affection. 

When you got back to the ship, you went to your bunk to “take a nap,” but really, you just needed to have some time to yourself for a while. Walking into the ship, the only other person you saw was Crosshair, who nodded curtly before returning to the precious task of cleaning his precious rifle. You found your bunk and flopped down unceremoniously, laying there for a moment before arranging yourself under the covers. You stared at the bottom of the bunk above you (Hunter’s bunk) and tried to go to sleep, but you were unsuccessful. You thought about the day’s events, and how Tech had hardly paid any attention to you, even though it was supposed to be a date. You tossed and turned fitfully for a while, eventually settling into sleep. 

You woke up later, you weren’t sure how later, to the sound of Wrecker screaming like a child. You ran into the main area of the ship, concerned and ready to strike at whatever had scared the living shit out of Wrecker. You knew that even the smallest of things could scare him in the right circumstances, but that wasn’t on your mind at the moment. 

“It grabbed me! It touched me! It’s... it’s... what is it?” he rambled. He was staring down at a small gray and red astromech, who was beeping angrily at Wrecker. 

“They are a present for... oh, hello (Y/N),” he said as he noticed you in the doorway. The astromech rolled up to you and let out a string of excited whistles. 

“(Y/N), meet B4D,” Tech announced. “I remember you had mentioned something about wanting an emotional support animal. That was not a possibility, given the current circumstances, but I figured this would be the next best thing.” 

You stared at the small droid for a moment, eventually bending down to their level. “Hello, how are you?” They responded with a couple of chirps before looking sideways at Tech, who translated. “B4D says they are excited to meet you and assist you in your journey of healing.”

Wrecker looked confused, but didn’t question any further. You hugged the droid before getting up and flinging your arms around Tech. “Is this what you were working on in the library earlier?”

“It was,” he admitted sheepishly. “I am sorry for not paying more attention to you while we were there.” 

“Don’t worry about it,” you told him, giving him a quick kiss. “I wouldn’t trade it for the galaxy.”

[batgurl1989]

The Test

Summary: You find out your pregnant, but Henry is busy building his computer.

Word Count: 2184

Warnings: none. Fluff.

A/N: requests are open so is taglist. Enjoy!

Taglist: @rmtndew @henrynerdfan @cynic-spirit @diegos-butt @princesssterek @daddys-littlewhitegirl

Plus sign. Well that happened. You stared down at the plastic stick, the little screen telling you something you felt you already knew given the last couple of days. That, and some quick math had you peeing on a stick in the upstairs bathroom. Capping the end, you held it in your hand, wondering what to do with it. You could simply throw it away, and come up with a way to tell Henry without it. You didn't need proof, he would believe you given what you two had decided to do with the time the pandemic and the shutting down of filming had given you.

But you were bored. And if Henry got to amuse himself building a computer on the dining room table, you could amuse yourself too.

Kal greeted you when you opened the bathroom door, hopeful you would give him the attention his dad wouldn't. Henry had been up since dawn building his computer. It was like Nerd Christmas for him, and you were fairly sure he hadn't slept much last night out of excitement for today. You couldn't exactly begrudge him this since you had taken a week off when Devil May Cry 5 came out last year. That was one of the many reasons you and Henry worked; you were both nerds.

"Hey buddy. Let me just check in with your dad, and then we will go for a walk." You scratched the American Akita behind his ears, leaning down to kiss his nose when he offered it to you.

You tucked the pregnancy test into your hand, pressing it up your arm so that you were hiding it. You could hear the magic happening in the dining room, the clicking of parts coming together, the clinking of the screwdriver as he secured them. You couldn't help but smile as you poked your head around the corner to see Henry hunched over the table in his favourite blue tank top, lines of concentration creasing his forehead.

"Good morning, sweetheart." Henry glanced up to flash you one of his dazzling smiles. Your heart thumped in your chest every time he gave you one. "Have a good sleep?"

You shrugged as you sidled up beside him, careful to keep the test hidden. Henry turned in his chair, resting his hands on your hips as you stepped between his legs. You loved how dainty he made you feel when he held you close, enveloping you in his warm embrace. Slowly you leaned down, caressing your lips against his. You kept your eyes open, watching him carefully as you stealthily placed the test on the table behind some computer parts while he was distracted by your kiss.

"I'm going to take Kal for a walk, so you have the house to yourself for a bite." You whispered with a final peck. Henry's attention seemed divided at the mention of giving him quiet time. Cupping his cheek, you couldn't help the grin on your face. "Have fun."

Henry gave your hips a squeeze of appreciation before he turned his attention back to the computer laying in pieces across the table. You had to fight the giggle that threatened to bubble from your lips as you usher Kal out of the dining room. You grabbed a granola bar on your way out of the house, tucking your phone into your back pocket after making sure the ringer was on.

The clock was running now. You wondered how long it would take for Henry to discover the pregnancy test as you clipped Kal's leash to his collar and left the house.

***

When you got back from the trails, Henry hadn’t moved, but the computer was coming along. He now had a GoPro camera strapped to his head, filming himself for his Instagram page. Without a word, you glanced around, seeing the pregnancy test sticking out from behind a few parts still, right where you left it. Silently chuckling, you made your way upstairs as a wave of morning sickness crashed over you. How you thought this had just been a stomach bug was beyond you.

After emptying your stomach and brushing your teeth, you crawled into bed, suddenly exhausted down to your bones. Curling on your side, you cursed yourself for getting pregnant. Not that you weren’t happy. There was just so much about pregnancy that was not sitting well with you. Hugging Henry’s pillow to your front, you sighed, allowing his scent to wash over you, calming the turmoil you felt inside. He would make a great dad, there was no doubt about that. You, however, weren’t sure how you would be as a mom.

Tears pricked your eyes, but you fought them down. Wasn’t it too early in the pregnancy for your hormones to be this out of whack? You refused to let yourself become a bumbling mess about this. There had to be something that could help.

Giving up on a nap, you decided to have a bath. The warm water sounded so soothing right then. Tiptoeing to the bathroom, though you were pretty sure Henry was too engrossed in his computer building to notice that you were having a bath at an odd time in the day, you shed your clothes. Eyeing yourself in the mirror, you turned sideways, trying to imagine what you would look like pregnant. You hoped you weren’t like your sister who seemed to be pregnant everywhere. A little beach ball on the front was wishful thinking, you knew, but isn’t that what every pregnant woman hoped for?

As you waited for the tub to fill, you decided to light your lavender and honey candle, hoping it would help calm your jumpy nerves. You couldn’t decide which was more exhausting, the jumpy nerves, or the fact that every few hours you were emptying your stomach. Dipping your toe in, you sighed at the welcoming warmth. Sliding your body into the warm hug, you realized just how achy your body was. Pregnancy sucked, you mentally grumbled.

The water lapped around you, and the candle filled the room with its relaxing scent. You felt your body relax as your eyes slid close.

***

“WHAT!?” You jolted out of your stupor when you heard Henry call out. Your brain felt like it was shroud in a fog, and it took you a moment to remember what he was doing, and why he might be yelling so loudly. When he filmed himself for social media, he usually kept pretty calm and quiet. Nothing like what he sounded like now.

His heavy foot falls thundered up the stairs. You were just sitting up in the tub as he threw the door to the bedroom open, not caring as it thumped hard against the wall. From the bathroom, you could see that the GoPro was still attached to his head. You sent a silent pray out that the GoPro was off, and Henry wasn’t filming you when he turned to see you in the bathroom attached to the bedroom. At least you knew it wasn’t live, or you would have to have a discussion with him about that. His followers didn’t need to see you taking a bath.

He held up the stick to you, his face a mask of disbelief.

Your smile told him everything he needed to know. He was across the room in a matter of seconds, stepping into the tub while you laughed and shrieked. Water sloshed over the edge, splashing on to the tiled floor and making a mess as he lowered himself on top of you. His body surrounded yours, and he didn’t seem to care that he was soaking his clothes, putting his GoPro at risk, and wreaking havoc on the bathroom in general. He cupped your face, staring at you for a moment, letting you see the pure joy on his face.

Your heart jumped at his reaction. You hadn’t realized how nervous you had been about what he would say until he had you in his arms, a giant grin curving his lips. He kissed your face all over, sweet pecks as laughter rumbled in his chest.

“You going to tell me how long that test has been sitting there?” Henry asked gently, pulling away with a smile still in place on his face. You grinned, glancing at the clock in the bedroom to see what time it was. Henry’s fingers tapped your neck impatiently where he was still cupping you.

“About 5 hours apparently.” You snorted. Though you had known it was going to take him awhile to notice the test, you didn’t think it would have been 5 hours. Note to self: when Henry is focused, it is no joke. The look on his face made your snort turn into a full laugh as his eyes bugged out of his face. Calming down, you blinked innocently at him. “Sorry, babe, but I didn’t want to disturb you when you were having so much fun building your computer.”

“I highly doubt that is the reason.” Henry fixed you with a mock stern look. He growled at you, before leaning in for a searing kiss. Your toes curled in the water, and the heat of the kiss shot through your body, lighting all your nerves on fire. His lips slowly mirrored yours, his tongue exploring your mouth. Your hands pulled at his soaked shirt, trying to get at the warm skin underneath. Henry laughed as he pulled away, shaking his head. “Ah ah. Not until you tell me the real reason?”

“Not fair!” You stuck your lower lip out in a mock pout. Henry quirked an eyebrow, making you cave. “I wanted to see how long it would take you to find it, okay? I was curious.”

Henry snorted, shaking his head again. He didn’t doubt for a second that that was your true intention. You had proven that you did things out of curiosity just to see what would happen all the time. There was still a burnt patch in the grass from the last time you were curious. He leaned up, and peeled his shirt off, finally giving you what you wanted. You ran your hands hungrily over his chest, and around his back. Henry’s face softened when you pulled him down to you for a hug. You tucked your face into his neck, sighing contentedly.

“We can get out now.” You mumbled, realizing how uncomfortable he probably was. The tub wasn’t the biggest, and hugging was definitely awkward.

With one last kiss, Henry got out of the tub, spilling more water onto the floor. He ignored the large puddle, his attention fully on you, as he offered you his hands to help you out of the tub. He wrapped you in a fluffy towel, running another one over your arms and legs to dry you. You felt a little weird being doted on like that, but it seemed like something he felt he needed to do. He combed through your hair, untangling the wet ends.

“Pajamas or clothes?” Henry asked when he was done, smiling at you in the mirror.

“PJs please.” You returned his smile. He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your bare shoulder before disappearing in the bedroom. Looking around at the mess, you decided to follow him so your pjs wouldn’t end up wet.

“Are you happy?” You asked quietly, apprehension gripping your stomach and heart. A wave of nausea washed over you, and you couldn’t tell if it was from morning sickness or not knowing how he would answer.

Henry paused in his search for the flannel pajamas you loved so much to turn to you. He took in the look on your face and abandoned his search completely, coming to stand in front of you. You worried your lower lip as you looked up at him through your eyelashes. He brought his hand up to cup your cheek, his thumb stroking across your lip, encouraging your teeth to let it go. He tilted your chin up so you were looking him directly in the eye. His blue eyes were a storm of emotions that you couldn’t decipher.

“Did I plan for this? No. Did I think I wanted this? Also, no.” You tore your eyes from his, trying to turn away from him as the hurt started to eat away at you. Henry gently turned you back to him with his hands on your shoulders. He squatted down a little so he could look you in the eyes again. “Am I ridiculously happy about it? Absolutely. Do I want it now? Also, absolutely.”

Your heart leapt at his words, a lightness floating inside you. He pulled you into his warm body, enveloping you in his arms. Tucked against him, you didn’t doubt for a second that he wanted this. Wanted you. Wanted your baby. Tears pricked your eyes, and a sob caught in your throat.

“Happy tears.” You told Henry when he realized you were crying. Pressing a kiss to the top of your head, he hugged you tighter, and you never wanted to be let go.

[thebeautyoffanfics]

Hey! If you're comfy with it could i request Hanako falling asleep on his s/o's chest during a cuddle session? (Gn reader if possible!!, Bonus if già a/o is taller than him!)

hanako x gn!reader

a/n: absolutely!! Please i’m a sucker for sleeping on their s/o’s chest,,,,,, melts my heart, be it the reader or the character- just,, chest pillow <33 11/10 <3333 anyway!! Thanks so much for requesting <33

Also, I usually default to headcanons when it’s not specified, but I’m still in a little bit of a “oneshot writing mood”, so i hope that’s alright! If not, I can rewrite it :))

warnings: none <3

word count: 886

As many school days do, the day had dragged on at a painfully slow pace. Maybe it felt slower since it was Friday? The weekend was just barely in everyone’s grasp, making the school work feel even worse. Waiting so impatiently for the last bell to ring, your eyes barely capable of being held open.

Finally, almost like a saving grace, it rang. The teacher wrapped up their talking, as if any of the students were paying real attention. All anyone was looking for were their final words of the week.

“That sums it up. Alright, you’re dismissed- have a great weekend.”

Finally.

You grabbed your books, making your way to your locker, and tossing them inside. Yashiro and Kou were busy after school, so you grabbed your backpack, making your way towards the bathroom so you could give Hanako some company for a while. Though tired, spending time with him was always worth it. Suppressing a yawn, you pushed open the bathroom door, glancing to make sure the bathroom was void of any people, then calling for your boyfriend.

“Hanako-san, are you there?” You joked lightheartedly, jumping onto the window seal, and sitting sideways- it provided just enough space for you to nearly lay down comfortably. It was strangely nice, as you glanced out the window, up at the sun that was drifting across the sky. It wasn’t setting yet, but you knew it wouldn’t be too long before it did.

“(Y/N)!” He said, practically collapsing on top of you, his head flopping onto your chest, legs landing on either side of you, arms doing the same. At that, you laughed, patting his head- or… his hat. But the intention was a headpat. “Quite the greeting,” You said, still giggling lightly. Hanako sat up slightly, looking at you as he sighed.

“It’s been a long day,” He said, removing his hat and placing it on your head. The previous time he did it was, similarly, when he intended to cuddle for a bit. He had placed it on your head, saying that it was uncomfortable, but he’d let you wear it “for safe keeping.”

“Indeed it has. Anything in particular?”

“Just some particularly insistent mokke,” He yawned, leaning forward to place a quick kiss to your lips, then laying back down, making himself comfortable on your chest, before finishing his thought. “Nothing a little recharging can’t fix. Mmh, nope, there’s nothing a chest pillow can’t fix.”

You basically ignored the last comment, letting him get comfortable on top of you. Almost instinctively, you ran your hand through his hair, playing with the choppy locks affectionately. You took note of how comfortably his torso fit on the window seal. One of his legs dangled off of the side, the other was folded up, pressed between the window and your (rather squished) legs. And here you were- back bent a bit, as you were laying slightly down, but not fully. Your legs were brought up, open just enough for the remainder of Hanako’s torso to rest comfortably. Yes, there was no denying it... He was tiny.

That thought made you laugh lightly, as you placed your other hand on his back. Your hand rose and fell with his steady breaths. Why did a supernatural need to breathe in the first place? You considered asking him, but… to be completely honest, you didn’t feel like it. You were too tired to converse much more, your hand that was playing with Hanako’s hair now resting atop his head.

“Just… we should make sure I’m out of here before it’s too dark,” You spoke, after mustering up the energy. You didn’t have any real reason to get home too quickly. Aside from maybe weirdos lurking in the dark…

“Hanako, did you hear me?” You added, looking down at the boy’s face.

“Oh,” You thought, “he’s asleep. Already.”

You sighed, a smile forming on your face. “Then, before midnight will probably work.”

Shutting your eyes, you let the barely-there pressure of Hanako on you comfort you further. The silence was pleasant, the only sounds being the world outside of the window. A few more moments passed before you also drifted into a pleasant sleep.

---

You woke up slowly, trying to pinpoint where you were as the groggy confusion muddled your half-asleep brain. Looking down, you saw Hanako, and instantly felt safer. You were at school.

“Hellooooo~,” Hanako sighed, wrapping his arms under your back and pressing his face into your chest. “Hiiii,” You spoke, voice gravelly from just waking up. The warmth of the sunset could be felt against your skin, and you smiled at the fact that the day wasn’t quite over.

Shutting your eyes once more, stretching instead of sleeping this time, you decided that staying until it was dark would be fine. Despite the uncomfortable-looking position, you were too comfortable to want to leave sooner than you had to.

Plus you weren’t sure how well you’d get home with the feeling that often came with taking naps. Hanako was clearly feeling the same, as he sighed once more, mumbling into your shirt.

“Hm?” You questioned, ruffling his hair lightly, then smoothing it back out.

“I love youuuuu,” He said, placing his arms crossed on your chest, then resting his head on his arms.

“I love you toooooo.”

[refiwrites]

Time to ourselves

Keigo Takami x reader

Word count: 1,520

Warning(s): Swearing, bit of slightly suggestive themes at the end!!

A/N: WOOWHIEE I can't get him off my mind so I went ahead and dumped this, enjoy!

Also, GIF not mine!

You slowly blinked your eyes open, hand reaching up to rub the haziness from your eyes. The last thing you remembered was snuggling in bed in the afternoon after you’d just gone done writing loads of paperwork that was due in the next three days. Why you ask? Because you wanted to make time for a certain someone.

You took a small glance at the wide window that stood next to the bed, giving you a clear view of the city lights, which were bright. Wait, you glanced just a bit up and saw the moon. It was night.

Fuck, I forgot to make dinner-

You bolted right up out of the messy bed, wanting to make it in the kitchen in record time as possible. Unfortunately, luck wasn’t on your side since you happen to slip upon a blanket that was just randomly strewn on the floor.

THUD!

Everything happened so fast, from when you were standing to where you landed, pushing out your arms to brace for impact as you face-planted on the smooth marble floor of the apartment, almost hitting your head on the edge of the drawer. You let out a loud groan, pain immediately shooting its way to your temples, as you laid stomach flat on the floor. A sound of a door sliding open occurred, but you were too accompanied by your suffering to notice.

“Fucking fuck!” Hissing, you slowly got up to your knees, your hand cradling one side of your head. You kept your eyes shut since the impact left you dizzy. Well this was one way to wake up.

A pair of hands slowly grasped at your shoulders, making you open your eyes and almost having a whiplash from whipping your head up too fast from your sudden alertness, yet you didn’t even have the time to look since another wave of dizziness hit you automatically making you shut your eyes again.  

You were about to blindly hit with the thought that it was an intruder that managed to get inside past your security but strong hands and a voice proved you otherwise as your muscles seemed to relax immediately.

“Hey, hey kid it’s me. You alright? You took quite the fall there.” Oh great, he saw.

Keigo tried to block out a laugh by loosening his grip on one of your shoulders to quickly place on his mouth, playing it out as a cough but you already heard.  

“You’re a dick.” You huffed, the dizziness of yours seemed to reduce at his touch that kept you steady, blinking your eyes open and seeing his face adorning new scratches. Some were old, unnoticeable from the countless missions that the commission gave him endlessly.

Your snarky attitude was quickly thrown out the window and was replaced with shock and concern. Your hands gently grabbing his face and turning it sideways slowly. His grip on your shoulder loosened at your touch, crimson wings of his flapping lightly at the edges.  

You frown at the sight but you tried hiding it but he caught on quick.

“This is nothing that your man can’t handle.” Keigo was quick to reassure you as he smiles down at you, the pads of your thumb brushing his face and over his stubble.  

You sighed, letting your bottom lip jut out into a pout. You sighed, nodding but still scanning his face. He looked pretty fine but you just wanted to take care of him, that was what you had planned earlier in the afternoon after you finished a fuck-ton of paperwork, that you were going to take a quick nap and when you wake up you were going to cook him dinner. You just wanted to take care of him since both of you were too busy and barely even had time for one another, you just had to mess it up and slip instead of that the two of you could’ve been eating dinner right now.  

You didn’t notice your visible frown until a pair of lips molded against yours for quite a few seconds. Gazing at Keigo, you sighed, stroking his cheeks as he helped you stand up again. “How about you? You alright? Feeling dizzy?” You shook your head, feeling a bit better. “I’m okay now, my dumb ass just had to trip when all I wanted was to make you dinner.” You rolled your eyes, kneeling and bunching up the blanket in your hands before placing it on the bed, turning to face him again.

He has a smile on his face which made your heart flutter. “Dinner, hm? I won’t say no to that.”

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So after a few moments of fixing yourselves, you headed into the kitchen as you advised Keigo to take a shower and that you were going to spoil him tonight with love and affection. Don’t tell anyone but you even noticed how his wings perked up after hearing that and the thought made you giggle as you cooked.

“What’re ya laughing about, kid?” You jumped a bit at the sound of his husky voice, turning your head to him to be graced at the sight before you.

There stood Keigo leaning against the doorway, a few damp strands of hair clinging to his forehead. Also mentioning the fact that he was shirtless and was only wearing sweats, his face being littered by a few band aids but he still looked damn fine. Oooh now that’s an image that’s not leaving your mind anytime soon.  

You tried to help your gaze not to wander down but it was too good.

He lets out a chuckle, standing straight before sauntering towards you. You snapped your gaze back to the meal you were preparing for the both of you, cheeks flushed red.

Strong arms wrapped around you from behind as his face immediately made home in the crook of your neck, sighing heavily which sent heavenly tingles down your spine.  

You shivered at the contact of his lips ghosting kisses over the exposed part of your neck accompanied by his heavy breathing, you even noticed how his wings puffed up, as its shadow loomed over you.  

“Baby..” He cooed out, to which you responded with a hum, urging him to continue.  

“Commission called again...” He started, but your heart already sank after you heard the first word.  

“Oh... What did they say?” You tried to mask the sadness in your tone by acting curious, but you couldn’t help but stutter lightly towards the end.

He squeezed your hips as he littered a few kisses up and down your neck.

“I won’t be occupied in the next few days...” You could practically feel the smirk that etched its way onto his features, you also felt yourself grinning at the news, happiness replacing what once was sadness that filled your heart.

“Means...?” You urged on, wanting to hear the words coming from him.

“We have all the time to ourselves, baby bird.”

You let out a giggle, nodding and placing the both of your meals on a plate.  

“God, you don’t know how much that makes me happy.” You said, moving over to the table to delicately place the meal.

“Me too, kid. Practically shot myself over here after they called, mind you, I almost rammed into our door there.” He says, nodding towards the big glass door.  

Imagining if he did ram into the door sent you into a laughing fit, he huffed, just shrugging it off as a payback for laughing at you earlier.  

“Come here,” You spoke, tugging on his hand and pulling him close. He leans down as you left feather light kisses on his lips before sitting down to have your meal.

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After a delicious meal and Keigo hurriedly telling you to leave the dishes and come cuddle with him on the bed, you obliged. You were now in your pajamas with your upper half neatly pressed against his chest as he leaned back on the bed, wings sprawled, a feather occasionally finding themselves in the middle of cuddling. Your heart was swelling with happiness at the earlier news, you couldn’t help but hug him tighter. You didn’t pay attention to the show that was playing in the background, but Keigo seemed interested.

You just listened onto his heartbeat, along with the heaving of his chest every so often. You inhaled his scent once more, loving it.  

His hand that rested against your skin began tracing mindless patterns, which tickled you from time to time.  

“Hey, Kei?”

“Yes, (Y/N)?” His attention was now zeroed on you, lifting your face up to his.  

“I’m really glad you have some time off, and I’m hella glad to rush that paperwork.” He cocked a brow and you smiled again, leaning and capturing his lips in a kiss, his body instantly leaned in, hand brushing up your sides and squeezing.  

“I love you so so much.” He uttered under his breath as your lips ghosted one another.

You sighed as his voice yet again sent tingles down your spine.

“I love you too, now why don’t we make those days count? Hmm?”  

[iamdarkness]

To Feed a Tiger. Forces of Will.3

Chapter 3

Alfonse x Summoner, Alfonse X Summoner X Lif

And one sided (as of now) Dimitri X Summoner X Alfonse X Lif

Triggers for talk about mental health. It is Feral Dimitri after all. Mentions of death and depressive thoughts.

Sexual Harassment and maybe more than that.

Incest. (Freyr and mentions of Freya). Rater R for a little graphic scenes of battle and character death. Nothing we have not seen in the game itself.

-Hrid…- You hear Sharena say under her breath and it feels like all the happiness has been drained from her voice. Of course she would feel sad. Her big brother meant so much to her and seeing him suffer would make her suffer as well. They were so close. He was her best friend, confidant, protector and hero. Watching him so defeated had been a shock and more so that she herself had not reacted fast enough to prevent this. In a way she felt responsible as well.

-Summoner _______. Princess Sharena. Heroes. It is a pleasure to be your guest again.- Hrid says when he is close enough to take your hand and Sharena’s. His hand lingers on yours and you take it back to take Princess Laegjan’s.

- It is indeed as King Hrid has said, a pleasure to be here again.- Laegjarn says as she takes your hand and Sharena’s, her piercing red eyes watch you searchingly.

You greet them equally and introduce your heroes by name and title. You will not have them be nameless heroes to no one. They deserve to be treated, like the heroes that they are. As if sensing your unrest and because he has dreamed of your pain Freyr comes and stand by your side . He blocks Hrid from getting too close to you. You hear young Claude snicker behind you.

-How was your trip to the beach Summoner? I would have liked to come sooner so we could meet you there, but we had a little delay.

- It was great! We even had a sand castle contest and a nice nap.

-They even got a great tan!- Said King Claude nodding to Freyr in particular and you turn to give him a fake angry look. You notice he is watching Alfonse and he winks at him. Alfonse looks like he understands something unspoken.

- I will cherish mine. It was a wonderful and invigorating nap.- Says Lord Freyr to bring attention to his chest and he “looks” sideways to smile at you.

- I can’t say the same about mine my Lord! It stings a lot!- You tell him smiling.

- Yeah we got the wrong lotion, so now we need to go to the infirmary to get fixed up.- Said Sharena sheepishly. You notice Alfonse and Hrid are looking at Freyr’s bare chest. They can clearly see the white mark of your arm on it. Hrid looked a little scandalized and Alfonse… he looked amused. He looks sideways at Hrid.

-Is that…?

-Oh it’s my hand. I kind of hugged him while I was sleeping. Now if you all don’t mind. We need to get to the infirmary. I’ll see you all at the meeting.- You say and leave with the rest of your group to the infirmary. You hear Alfonse talking to Hrid.

-Everyone loves our Summoner. Some more than others and in different ways.- And there is a hint of humor in his words. <<At least he is having fun.>>

~*~

The meeting lasted three hours. Besides the heroes Anna had asked to attend, you had asked Hero King Marth, who was the oldest of the Marths and with more experience, Micaiah, King Claude and Lord Freyr. You were sitting between the former two. They had sat themselves with you in between before Hrid had claimed the chair next to you. You had seen Claude talking to Alfonse and thought they had a plan to distract Hrid or may be just make him re think his life. There was no announcement about the engagement, but Hrid said the royal ball that was supposed to take place in two wees was pushed back for two months. This would give them all time to prepare and gather more information.

- I also hope that by then it will be two good news to announce and not just one.- He tells you and Fjorm when the meeting was over. You feel Fjorm’s cold hand take yours and give it a squeeze.- Dear summoner, would you be so kind to sit by my side at dinner? I would very much like to talk about some important things with you.

-Sure.- You agree to it because, you want him to give you a reason to tell him you are not interested. Alfonse and Fjorm did not sacrificed themselves, for this man to think you are going to fall at his feet after a dinner. Besides, you were sure Claude and Alfonse were planing something and you trusted them. You turned to Fjorm and winked to let her know you got this. She blushed at this.

Once at dinner you do sit by his side. Commander Anna is sitting at the head of the table.Alfonse is sitting about three chairs from you, between Fjorm and Sharena. The chair next to you is the other head of the table and it is still empty. Suddenly, you see F Dimitri come inside the dinning hall. He seldom comes in here and you signal for him to come and sit by your side. He complies. Claude and Freyr sit on the chairs in front of you and Hrid.

Dimitri was dressed in a dressy black suit with blue cape that Forest had designed for you to give him. His hair was up in a ponytail.

-Dimitri. You look so handsome! Did you like the clothes?

-Thank you _______. I…they feel comfortable.- He says and his face is crimson red.

All through dinner Freyr and Claude kept on talking to you and taking your attention from Hrid. Claude was blatantly flirting and Freyr...you were looking at a different side of him, to be sure. It must have been because as someone who could be in your dreams, had the ability to see things others didn’t and know things about you that no one else understood, but he got your sense of humor. Something even Alfonse had, had trouble to adjust to, not understanding your references and knowledge. You had to read his same books to be able to make new references and jokes. After years of being together he had taken your humor and understood what you meant and some of the heroes even used your slang. Freyr was different. He knew stuff and he used the obscure references to make you laugh and it gave the conversation a more intimate feel.

Still you were giving Dimitri all the attention you could because he was important to you and wanted to make him feel that he was cared for.

-We should go to the beach tomorrow and make it a drink contest.- Says Claude smiling at you.

-Oh my Lord give me patience! I am not taking you to get drunk Claude. I have never seen you drunk, but let me tell you; you do not need it.

-I can not give you patience child. Only good dreams and many children.- Lord Freyr says smiling at you. Hrid stops eating to look at him. You notice Claude and Dimitri are doing the same. You laugh at it. You keep forgetting he is the god of fertility as well. Freyr turns to them and says amused.

-I am the god of dreams and fertility. Do you want my blessing?- He turned his closed eyes at Claude who laughed out laud and bring his hands off in a guarding motion.

Everyone seemed to breath again.

-Wait have you given ______ your blessing?- Claude asks and winks at you. You feel your cheeks heat up.

-I would give her, as many children as she desires.- He answers Claude. The wording is very on purpose and it seems it is not lost on the people sitting at the table. You hear Hrid chock on his food.<< Oh God! What are these guys doing!?>> You spy a look at Alfonse and he looks amused if not a little red faced and concerned, but amused non the less. You give Hrid your glass of water to drink and wait to see if he needs you to perform the whatever maneuver. He drinks the water and start breathing right. He thanks you with a blush to his cheeks. He looks mortified about the incident.

-Yes Claude. I’ll be having thirteen children.- You say the first number that comes to your mind.

- I’m going to need a bigger table at home then.- His eyes twinkle with mischief.

-You better. My whole soccer team and I will be visiting you often.- You hear sounds of laughter coming from various sides of the table.

-Hey! I meant children with my beautiful green eyes.- He wiggles his brows.

-Well you better start looking for a wife then, because those are a lot of kids to have. You better start soon.

-That is so mean!- He says fake hurt, dramatically touching his heart.

-You gave Dimitri your blessing.- Dimitri says suddenly, breaking the conversation and looking at Claude in a cold and annoyed manner. He is asking Freyr about baby Dimitri.

-May he never lack good dreams. They are the rest of the mind and the refuge of the soul.

-God, that is so true. I’m tired of dreaming of going to battle and finding my self back in school butt naked - You hear a noise like someone almost spit their drink. Hrid by your side actually laughs.- or zombies in the battlefield eating my heroes. The living dead. - You elaborate after you see Hrid’s confused expression.

-Are you afraid of school and the risen?- Asks Hrid trying to catch your attention away from Freyr and specially Claude.

-Heck no! Zombies are rotten corpses that eat the living like wild rabid animals. I used to watch a lot of moving pictures about them before coming to live here. I’m cool with risen. I even like the red eyes. I like red eyes. They’re kind of sexy, depending of whoever has them.- Of course you are talking about Lif.- And school…I mean…the bad part is finding yourself butt naked in a public place.

-I wonder what that dream means if it is a recurring dream.

-I think it means…- You get cut short by the conversation in the table next to yours.

-Oh You heard that Lord Corrin? The summoner finds red eyes sexy!- You hear Nile’s voice loudly tell Corrin.

-What the hell Niles! Why are you listening to my conversation?- You throw him your balled up napkin. He only laughs. Corrin who is sitting by his side, hits him with his elbow. You hear an “Ouch” followed by Niles laughing.

-Summoner you were talking loud enough for the whole kingdom. This makes you laugh too.

You look sideways at Alfonse who is talking to Fjorm. She seems to disagree with something he said, sighs and nods.

After a while when some of the heroes start to get up from the tables you hear Alfonse clear his throat. Claude is looking at him and you turn just in time to see Fjorm say something to Hrid.

-_______. Would you care to sing something for us?- Asks Hrid.

-Right now?- <<Are this guys trying to kill me of embarrassment?>>

-Yes _____! Sing that song you sing with the guys on campaigns! - That was Claude.- Make it to Freya like last time! You don’t mind, do you?- He asks Freyr. Freyr shakes his dead.

<<WTH is he talking about?>> there are many songs you like singing with the heroes when in campaigns by the fire light so you are kind of confused. He makes a gesture and you get it.

-Oh…Fine.- You agree mostly because that song does not need the best of voices. You lean in to talk softly to Dimitri.- Dimitri. It is going to get loud.- He nods at you like he is ready.- You look around and catch Shigure’s eye and signal to him. He goes pink but nods.

-When a humble bard…-There was a choir of whistles, “Yeah!”s and shouts.

Graced a ride along

With Geralt of Rivia

Along came this song.

From when the White Wolf fought

A silver-tongued devil

Her army of elves

At her hooves did they revel . - Freyr does look entertained.

They came after me- Shigure stands and sings alongside you.

With masterful deceit

Broke down my lute

And they kicked in my teeth

While the devil's horns

Minced our tender meat

And so cried the Witcher

She can't be bleat

Toss a coin to your Witcher -Everyone starts singing. Hrid’s brows are knitted and he is looking around to see everyone singing. Even some of the heroes like Tibarn who had gone out had come back to sing.

O' Valley of Plenty

O' Valley of Plenty, oh

Toss a coin to your Witcher

O' Valley of Plenty

(Rest of the verses here)

Toss a coin to your Witcher

O' Valley of Plenty

O' Valley of Plenty, oh

Toss a coin to your Witcher

A friend of humanity X3 - You leave the last choir to Claude who has the perfect voice for the part. ( 1)

By the time you finish the song everyone starts screaming. You have no idea why they like that song so much but every time you all sing it; it feels like you are all pirates or something.

-Goddess! I love that song. For a minute I felt I was in a tavern somewhere in a town far away riddled with monsters and villains.- Says Claude.

-You mean Fodlan taverns anywhere?- Asks Dimitri. He sounds serious, but the gruffness of his voice is gone and it makes you happy to see him put the effort to joke around. Claude laughs out loud and can only nod to agree.

All around you could hear the heroes talking excitedly about one thing or another. Some where inviting others to the town tavern. Others like Lady Camilla is heard telling someone something like “We should dress like pirates next Pirate Festival dear!”.

-That was something, you don’t see every day.- Says Hrid smiling and he looks entertained.- You are something else summoner. Who is the Witcher?

-Freyr.- Says Claude at the same time that Freyr says your name.

- It is a story about a monster hunter called Geralt of Rivia, that is sent to fight a half goat or ram and half man who was helping some elves, who were the “terror” of the nearby towns. I changed it for Lady Freya and her dark elves, who we had to fight in our dreams some time ago, with the help of Lord Freyr. I say the Witcher would be Lord Freyr. He was the one who gave up his life to save us. I summoned him some time ago.- You raise your cup to him in a toast. He smiles at you.- Besides he has the long white hair and beautiful golden eyes.- Hrid looks at Freyr and Freyr opens his eyes to reveal his beautiful eyes. They are a liquid, luminous gold color. They glow as if with the light of liquid fire but not quite lava.

-I thought he was blind.- He says in wonder. You could understand him. Lord Freyr was a beauty to behold. Even in his animal form he was the most beautiful being you had ever seen. Even the ethereal beauty of Lady Freya was nothing compared to him. Everyone was either a little jealous of him, felt intimidated by him, or had a crush on him.

-Just sleeping. - Freyr says calmly.

-Talking about sleeping. I need to get the younglings to bed. Dimitri what are you going to do?

-Whatever you ask of me.- He says readily eyeing Hrid. He has noticed how clingy he seemed to be with you and he does not trust him.

-I would like you to come with me on my patrols tonight; if that is alright with you. -His brows furrow and he gives Alfonse a long look. Alfonse seems to be listening but avoids looking at you.

-I will come with you.

-Hey I thought I was coming with you my dear!- Says Claude.

-You can come to get the kids to bed if you want to. I am going to need a handsome prince for tonight’s fairy tale and Marth is busy.- You tell him teasingly. Hero King Marth who is walking by looks your way and blushes.

-That is so cruel.- He says and pouts.

-Summoner. I was wondering if you would like to take a walk with me in the gardens or I could take the watch with you.- Says Hrid.

-Omm, I really need to take Dimitri. There are things I would like to talk about with him, but if you do not mind you can come to story time and then take a walk. Since my prince charming is sulking right now. It looks like he does not want to cooperate.- You notice Claude is looking at Alfonse and you have this distinct feeling that surprises will keep happening before the night was out.

<<Seriously guys? Like my heroes need to be told to do weird crap.>>

Dimitri went to prepare for your watch together, but before he left, you saw him frown at Hrid who returned it with a cold look. This of course annoyed you to no end because no one treats your babies that way. You go to the living area where the children gather every night for a hero to tell them a tale. You do this twice a week, usually with Alfonse by your side. You really wanted to be petty and reenact Frozen with Hrid as the prince, but you remember Anna and Alfonse said to treat him right.

<<Fine>>

When you are done with the kids you and Hrid go take that walk in the garden and decide that if he starts coming on to you; you will have to nicely let him down. You are even waiting for the chance. You are sitting on a bench around the entrance that lead to the Eastern stables. Hrid has like the spot to take a rest and sit as close to you as possible. Lucky for you the hour was still early enough that many heroes are still around and you do not feel uncomfortable.

- The heroes are very fond of you _____. It is very impressive to see. I have been told so many things about you and I thought it would be impossible for someone to posses so many qualities like you; but I can see that not only are all of those rumors true…they do not make you justice . I can see what you do for the heroes and for the people. I was told you aided in a birthing yesterday.-You nod but say nothing when he keeps talking.- I remember the first time I saw you. You came to help heal me and ask if I needed anything. My sister Gunnthra was so fond of you. She believes you are destined to be part of our family. I can only agree with her good judgement.

- I feel very humbled by her favor towards me. I…- Just thinking about her, and her horrible demise brought tears to your eyes.- I wish I had, had more time to know her better. Sometimes… I wish I could see her in a dream and see her happy again. I also wish I could save Fjorm…from everything. -He looks moved by your statement but he has no idea that he is the one you want to save her from.

-It may do her good to spend a weekend at home. You could come and visit with her. It would bring us happiness if you did. It would make me very happy.- He says and takes your hand in his cold one.

-I think it would be good for her to do so, but I am afraid that as long as there is a war; my place is here and I can’t take more than a day off every week. You see…I…-There is a pause since you were distracted by someone walking on your far left, as if trying to not be seen.- Hey!! Valter? You are back!. What do you have there?- You get up and walk towards the tall man.

-A shake…- He says . He has heard you say that to other people jokingly. He is not turning around to face you and has something big on his shoulder.

- Valter?- He finally turns around and you see he is all bloody from a wound on his arm and leg. There are gashes as if from big paws.- Oh god Valter! You are hurt! Let me see! You’ve been gone for three days! I know you came early but look at you!

-I am fine summoner. I will go to the healers in a while. Here.- He lowers the thing he has been holding on his shoulder.- I gift you the man eater,that has been plaguing the villagers in the Western villages.- He places the mountain lion at your feet. His tall figure kneeling on one knee to better show his prey.

- A fine prey Valter. I could not have chosen a better hunter. -He smiles with pride. At first you and Valter had not see eye to eye, with his way of trying to make you be afraid of him and calling you prey.  Alter he had a lot of talking to by Alfonse and Leon/ Fomortiis, you had come to an understanding and now It was a better relationship. You may not trust him as a person but you trusted him to be himself and now you had a better understanding of his motivations and personality. You also valued and respect his skills.- I thank you for an excellent job.- You take our your handkerchief and clean his mouth. It is dripping with blood and it is not his.

-Will you partake of it Summoner?- He asks lifting it up to his shoulder again.

-Of course, but only after it is cooked if you don’t mind. Are you going to skin it in the kitchen? -He nods- I’ll go take a look during my watch. Valter don’t eat it raw! Those cats have worms in their meat. - He nods and smears your cheek with blood. - Valter…- you whine at his retreating back. He gives a loud laugh.

- Was he drinking its blood?

- Yeah, probably.- You say whipping the blood off of your face.- I’ve told him not to eat it raw. I am afraid he is going to get sick in the long run, but he told me he was not going to live that long. Now I am seriously thinking of not returning him to his world… I’m gonna have to adopt him or something. - You notice now Hrid is looking at you a little open mouthed.

<<What did I do?>>

-Summoner!- You hear the shout of a familiar voice. You see a mop of white hair shinning bright in the light of the torches. His red eyes burning with annoyance.- Naga’s brat changed his patrol to be my partner. Did you allowed this?

-No Mr. Grima. I didn’t know about this. Which of them?

-The first one…the one from the river.- <<Oh Marth>> He says it pouting. You take his hand.

- Grima, dear. You have to understand that sometimes people may want to be your friend. Has he ask you about Robin?

-No. Never.

-See? He is not interested in returning Robin like Chrom wanted to, not only because he has never been friends with Robin before, but because he knows quite well there is only you in that body. What he wants is to be your friend. You see, like you; Hero King Marth was summoned after death. He will be staying here after the war, like you. I have talked to him already Grima dear. He has no evil intention towards you. He just wants to be your friend.- He looks to his side and thinks for a moment.

-Fine worm; but if he so much as thinks about “bringing back” Robin, I’ll eat him.- He is still kind of pouting and kind of bashful about it. You ruffle his hair playfully. He growls but lowers his head to rest on your shoulder.

-Come here you grumpy dragon. -You give him a hug.- Give the man the chance you gave me and Alfonse. And if he so much as hurt a single hair of my -You whisper so only he can hear- Baby dragon ( 2 )…I will personally behead him or something.

-Don’t call me that worm!- then he adds in a softer tone-…eat him…- He sounds angry to other people but you know him well. He does not move his head. You don’t know it, but he sends Hrid a venomous look.

-I’ll eat him whole Grima. He’ll make some great tacos or burgers, sausages…Ug! I grossed my self out now.-  You say laughing. He gives you a low laugh as well.- I didn’t see you at dinner Grima.

-I was busy training.

-I know. Here if you go to the kitchen and get something to eat’ I’ll give you this candy…but don’t tell Gaius about it.- He lets go.- Oh Valter is there with this mountain lion he killed. We ate roasted beef.- He makes a face. He dislikes Valter and mountain lion.

-I don’t like mountain lion. Fine. I’ll eat him instead.- He says smirking and turning to leave.

-No Grima! You’ll get sick!- You say laughing hard. You know he is kidding.

-That…That is the Fell Dragon Grima?- Asks Hrid when Grima is gone. You nod smiling.- The terror and destroyer of the world?- He looked at your face and can almost see pride in them, like a mother showing off his child who has done something great. And of course you feel pride. Grima was loved and happy. He no longer wanted to avenge himself, he wanted to be loved and be accepted. This was a big win for you.

The rest of the walk is spend like this. You walk for a while and then a hero shows up and take your attention away from Hrid. He seems a little frustrated but at the same time, that look he gives you, like you are something precious does not fade from his eyes. It is the time for you to go and you are about to say good night when he asks something of you.

-This night has been wonderful. I have seen you work your magic and the more I see, the more I think you would be a great queen.

<<Oh crap!>>- I am just a regular person who wants what’s best for her people and home. -<<Yeah sound more patriotic why don’t you?>>

- I know. That is the reason. I - He makes along pause and seems to change his mind on what he wanted to say.- I know, I asked this of you before but, I really would like to hear you sing. Only this time. Would you sing a love song? What would you sing to the person you want to spend the rest of your life with?

-I really am not that great a singer. I just like music a lot and since I came here I lost my… music so I sing it, to not for get it… besides I…that is very personal.- You say uncomfortable. This was going sideways fast and you knew it.

-I understand. I also understand you do not know me enough to fall in love with me. You must know by now I wanted ask for your hand in marriage, but I will not push it. I just want to hear what Fjorm has heard. It would make me really happy.

You think about it and realize that how worst could it really get? It was not like you were going to accept him any way. -OK, let’s walk this way.- You tell him and start singing when you are almost under Alfonse’s balcony.

I say I'll move the mountains

And I'll move the mountains

If he wants them out of the way. -- It did feel like you had to move a mountain to reach Alfonse, when you had just met. Now

look at you now. You could barely part from each other.

Crazy he calls me

Sure, I'm crazy

Crazy in love, I say.

I say I'll go through fire

And I'll go through fire -- There are flashes of you fighting alongside Alfonse to beat Surtr.

As he wants it, so shall it be

Crazy he calls me

Sure, I'm crazy

Crazy in love, you see.

Like the wind that shakes the bough

He moves me with a smile -- Yo see him in your mind’s eye smiling that rare sweet smile he has only for a few precious people and you.

The difficult I'll do right now --Well you did gave him an army of heroes and manage it well.

The impossible will take a little while -- And you will end the war and win it for him.

I say I'll wait forever --You look up to his window. Up till now you had been looking at the starry sky but the light in his room had gone out. He was surely looking out the window.

And I mean forever-- That was your promise. You will wait for ever for him.

If I have to hold up the sky

Crazy he calls me

Sure, I'm crazy

Crazy in love am I

Crazy in love am I. ( 3)

Luckily Hrid had not been here long enough to know where your room or Alfonse’s room lay. He did not know he had witnessed your promise to him.

-That was beautiful. That song… I could imagine you fighting against Surtr…Saving my land and my people.

<< Oh Lord! You have to be kidding me. This is what he got from this?>>

-You have to remember your highness, that I was not alone and I did the least of the fighting. You have Alfonse to thank for that and The Order. -<<And your sister’s sacrifice…>>

- I was lost in the song I have to confess. You look so beautiful right now. It is easy to forget everything else.- He steps closer to you. You are hit with the urge t to step back, but you have to stand your ground.- _____ I want to get to know you better. I want to be more than just acquaintances. I want to be..

<<God I hope he says best friends! Why can’t someone just come and save me?>>

-...more than just your ally. I want to be there when you need me and be the one you can count on.

<< Sir you are describing Alfonse…>>

-Hrid. I appreciate the sentiment. It is always a good thing to get to know the people that are important in our lives. I do agree with that, yet I need to tell you; that with the war and all the work I need to do; I can not offer you more than friendship. My priorities..

-She tells us all the same thing. Can you believe that? So very cruel Summoner.- Says King Claude from behind you.- I apologize for the intrusion, but princess Sharena has need of your help. Delthea drunk a kettle of coffee and is now running around playing pranks on unsuspecting heroes. I think she hid in the tower. Also Dimitri said he will be waiting for you in the library in half an hour.

-Oh Lord! Hrid, please forgive me for leaving you. Delthea is a very powerful and very imaginative witch, I can’t have her do this at this hour.

-I understand completely ______. In fact I would like to be of assistance.-  Hrid said eyeing Claude.

-That would be amazing. I just need to warn you about the consequences; but if you are alright with cat ears, be our guest. -Claude points to his head. Sure enough there lays a set of black velvety cat ears.

-Oh for God’s sake Claude! Wait. Is there a tail to match?…Oh what am I saying. I’m sorry Hrid. You better sit this one out. There are just so many guys with cat ears and tails I can manage in one night. I will see you tomorrow. Have a good night.

-As you wish. Good night and pleasant dreams.- You thank him and go away with Claude.

- You look so cute Claude.- You say and laugh.

-Mm interested in petting my ears  _____?

When you two are far enough, Claude takes his fake cat ears off and meet up with Freyr and Delthea who is not really playing tricks on anyone.

- I almost didn’t make it. I apologize ______ . I did hear you tell him you are not interested. That is good. I don’t think it will stop him though. It feels like no matter what we do, he can’t seem to mind that the heroes flirt with you. I mean I understand. I see you do this every day. You care for everyone and they can’t help but adore you and I understand it quite well and it only makes me love you more.- He says it matter of fact like he is not baring his feelings in front of other people.

-Claude…

-I know ____. I should have considered it. He just looks so stiff, controlling, possessive and well cold, I thought he would find it uncomfortable. Make him re think his choice. I’m thinking even you telling him you are not interested in a relationship may be making him more persistent. Like whenever you tell Valter not to eat mountain lion raw…He already ate the liver by the way. I saw him a couple of minutes ago.

-What?- Face palm <<OMG Valter. I feel like I’m dealing with toddles!>>

-Well. It is done. We will see what we can do tomorrow.

-I suppose. - You start walking towards the library where Dimitri would be waiting for you, but make some space to talk to Delthea quietly. -Oh Delthea. Did you ever find out what the book was about?

-Oh…I did ask Alfonse but he could not open it. He asked me where I had found it and I showed him. He had never seen it or heard about it before. He did not tel me the exact translation, but said it was about the first King of Askr. I asked him if I could help him find out how to open it and he said it was fine by him, so as soon as the Ice King takes off we get to work. I also told him I wanted to help him with his project and I managed to convince him to let me help. Like you say: “ Two heads are better than one.” he just told me not to tell you. ______ he is very upset. I am worried about him. I mean if he asked Claude to help him it means he is very desperate. That man better leave tomorrow or I will bewitch his underpants to be itchy for a month! What?! I can guarantee you he will never know it was us. Just like the time I turned Lord Virion’s undergarments pink. -she giggles.

- Was that you? Oh my God. -Virion was still looking for the culprit.- Please don’t do that. I don’t need more trouble for the Order or Askr. We can leave it as last resort though; in case we can’t find a way to break the deal.- You tell her to settle her down. When you finally meet up with Dimitri, you notice he is talking to Freyr and offering him something. On a closer inspection you see it is one of the key pendants to the tree house.

- I can not guarantee you she will not follow in a way, but no one will be getting in there but you, _____ and I, so there will be less chance of someone spiking your drinks. I am taking dreamless sleep pills and can’t dream. She will not tempt me.

- I feel touched by your gesture. I will take you up on your offer if you are sure of it.

-I am. I thought about it. I figure it would be hard to return to your room.

-Then I will stay with you. Thank you. I will wait for you reading in the library until you are done with your patrol.

- You can join us, if that is your wish.- Says Dimitri. Freyr seems to be thinking about it.

-I thin it is better for me to wait here. There are books here I have never read before.

Claude says his goodnights and leaves. Delthea stays to tell Freyr about the awesome book she found and where she found it. You are crossing the door to the outer grounds to talk to the inner wall guards. It is half past midnight.

-Dimitri. What you did back there for Lord Freyr. I am really touched and thankful for it. I thought about changing his room, but you know how all the rooms are the same except for Alfonse’s and mine, so it would be all the same. I was thinking to take him to my room and sleeping on the study. I was sure he would not agree to that. Then I thought to let him stay in one of the rooms at the infirmary.

-I thought about it when you told me what had happened to him. I am sure it was much more serious than what you mentioned.

- It is. It is much more serious.

-He seems to feel safe around you.- <<As do I>> He thinks.

- I wish I could save him from her.- << I already watched him die once…I could not take it if he were to die again because I failed.>> You do not voice your fears with Dimitri. It is better for him not to trouble himself with your fears.- I could have offered to sleep with him, but even voicing this sounds bad. Askr is so very conservative. - <<Although…We could camp out in the tree house with Dimitri! Wait…that sounds like a threesome or better yet a “treesome”…Damn!>>- we could…- You get cut short by your messaging pendant getting too warm. Something is wrong. Then you hear someone shouting your name. It is Gordin.

-______!!! Lord Freyr told me to tell you the Elmblan Empire is crossing our borders! They are about to attack the keeps in the Northern towns. He saw it some moments ago and sent Delthea to tell Commander Anna.

-Thank you Gordin! Dimitri. I need to tell Alfonse and Sharena.

-I can tell the princess!- Says Gordin seriously.

-Thank you! Let’s go Dimitri.- You feel the pendant again. It was Anna. The message was to get ready.

You are running down the hall to Alfonse’s room when his door opens up. You see Hrid and Fjorm getting out of her room down the hall.

-Lord Freyr saw Embla crossing the Northern border and attacking the keeps.

-Let’s get ready. Inform the heroes on rotation. We will wait for you in the War room.- You nod and walk yo your room to get to the list in the study, but you get waylaid by Hrid and Fjorm who tries to persuade him to wait until they are called.

-Are we being attacked?

-Not ourselves. The keeps in the Northern border are about to be attacked. We will probably march in a while. I’ll keep you posted. I need to call my heroes on rotation.

You enter your room and then the study. You hear Dimitri say something and then shut the door.

-_______. I am not in rotation, but I want to fight. Is Lord Freyr fighting too?

-Let’s see. He is in rotation…but…

- Let him go. It will keep his mind off of his troubles. I will fight too and keep my eye on him.

-If you are sure; I’ll add you to the rooster.- You start sending the magic signals to the heroes in rotation and once you are done you take the list with you to the War Room. On your way out you see Fjorm and Hrid are meeting after preparing themselves to fight. They follow behind you to the War Room.

-Fjorm, you are not in rotation. You are part of the base defence today. You want to come with?

- Yes. I already changed my turn with Mathilda. Oh and I found Valter on the way. He said he will be ready when you are.

-He is not on rotation. In fact he was supposed to still be off today, but returned early…well I guess. He can come.

- What is this about rotation?- Asks Hrid. He is dressed in full armor and ready to go.

-It is the way to manage the heroes. One part fights, another part is left as reserves and the defence stays to defend the castle and the people of town in case there is an attack while we march off. The heroes change every battle. Right now we are about to see where we are about go and what we are about to do and decide if we need to do some changes in the groups. Just like the Royal army.

-You manage it all by yourself? Impressive.

-Well it is my job to get to know the heroes abilities and weaknesses . Then decide who works better in what situation and what they should be doing and who to send them with. You know, tactician’s planing. I make the suggestions and then Alfonse, who is the brain decides if the draft is right for what he thinks the enemy is doing and stuff. He’s a genius. Then Anna makes the final decision… but I mean I also like to have other opinions. Like Robin’s and Soren’s for example. It is all simple and regular army managing.

- Well. Not really. Remember when we fist met and you had suggested this to Commander Anna, because you were afraid someone would try attacking the castle when you were away, just like the time Embla had tried to destroy the Summoning Ruins? I also remember Anna apologized to you for not taking your suggestion of having a fire brigade before Surtr attacked into consideration. It was also your idea to make the Heroes their Order Cloaks to blend in with the surroundings and re designed the Regular Army’s new camouflage uniforms. The Royal Army even changed theirs as well! (4)

<< God Fjorm! Don’t help me look good now!>> Hrid looked impressed. Fjorm looks sorry.

-I saw the changes. I like the new uniforms and their usefulness. Amazing!

-Well none of those ideas are mine. I just took them from what the armies use in The World of Steel. I mean, sometimes Alfonse lends me his brain cells and I do come up with some good ideas, but mostly it is him doing the job. I just help along.- Fjorm laughs at this. She knows what you mean, but the two men look at you with different levels of confusion. You finally arrive to the War Room and after asking if you wanted him to wait outside, you let Dimitri stand by your side during the briefing. Fjorm had stood on your other side and signaled Alfonse to stand by her. After a moment she whispers a quiet “sorry” in your ear. She moves from between you two to go talk to Laegjarn. You can feel Alfonse’s hand lightly touch yours when she leaves. God! How you wanted to touch him. Hold his hand and disappear from the world.

Since Lord Freyr’s dream was a forewarning you had time to get to the site and wait for the enemy to attack. It would be an ambush. You fear you will have to spend the trip avoiding Hrid and stealing moments to talk to Alfonse. During the first part of the night when you were walking besides F Dimitri, you remember he had wanted to talk to you about something important.

-So Dimitri. What was it that you wanted to talk to me about?- Dimitri looked taken aback for a moment and then he looked around to see if anyone was hearing you.

- I…I have been watching Lif when he comes to watch you…- He says and suddenly you are attacked by the memories of your last encounter.- I apologize for not telling you directly…I did not know if he was real or not.

-Lif…-<< My Alfonse>> the thought passes your mind faster that lightning and you had no time to question it.- I… I can see why you would think that. He is… He looks so …-<<Beautiful>>- different. My regret. -You had know he had seen Lif. Of course you did, but you wanted to let him tell you in his own time after that one time he avoided the subject.

-I saw him go inside your window…I am sorry. I was not thinking strait. I let him in, not sure of who he was until you mentioned him. I just knew he loved you and he wanted to be near you… so I let him. I wanted to know what he would do. Understand him.

You lower your head before someone notices your watery eyes as they fill up with tears. Those words were breaking your heart… and now he was gone.

-Don’t worry about it Dimitri. I practically invited him. I also understand you… and I can see your instincts are working just fine. I trust them and I trust you. Besides. I wanted to see him so badly. I was not sure if he had survived and now I know he is…still fighting.

- You love them both…

- I… I do…Do you think me wicked?

- At first. When I did not know who he was. I understand now. Would you tell me how it went? All of it? I want to know about him.

- I don’t blame you for wanting to know. He is an interesting person. I mean, he is Alfonse but…They are the same, but different. Alfonse plays the violin you know. He plays like the angels in heaven…They are both violin music, but different pieces you see? Both highly intelligent and both seriously passionate in everything they believe and do…but like music Alfonse is intense but contained, controlled, like Vivaldi’s Winter And Lif is just as intense but unbound like Devil’s Thrill…Both beautiful to behold but …Oh crap I forgot you don’t know what I’m talking about. The music sound kind of like - You hum the music and explain the differences in rhythm and tempo. You look at him to see if he gets it and you see him smiling. You have never seen him smile.- Heh… I got a little carried away didn’t I?- He nodded.- Were you there when he left?

- Yes.

-I still have to tell Alfonse. I forgot to do so with the…arrival of our guests and everything else.-You backpedal to not tell him about the engagement.

-You will tell him? Everything?

- Of course. I don’t want to keep secrets from him. He knew what I was doing. That was the reason he was not home. We wanted to help him. We even had a plan on how to do so and…you saw. It all went sideways. Alfonse knew Lif would decline our offer, but I wanted to believe. I could not even tell him the plan… I felt so selfish asking him to stay.

- It would be painful to be around you and not be near…

- (sigh) yeah…and let’s not forget Sharena.- You start telling him how everything had started. How you all had thought he was the first king of Askr and then found out the truth. You tell him about Sharena’s flowers he had placed in that shine he had made. You tell him about your Summoner’s coat folded neatly among your favorite flowers. His parent’s crowns. How he had built the shrine because there was no bodies to bury and no tombs to take flowers to. You explained his plans and how he had changed his mind to help you. How he had been used like a marionette by Hell to kill you and how you had finished her with the his most precious possession. His Summoner’s Breidablik…you omit it was your own weapon or so you thought.

After a while there is a pause in the trek for rest and meals. By this time the sun was already coming up. While you are talking to the men,you are interrupted by Hrid who wants to be your guard during the battle.

- King Dimitri is her guard today. He is her support.- Says F Dimitri in his gruff voice. Hrid looks coldly back at him, and you sense he is about to retort. There is tension in the air and you have to intervene.

- I appreciate it and you are welcome to stay, but he is right, Dimitri is my baby sitter this time.

- I understand you already have your support, but it would ease my mind if I could stay by your side. This way I can protect you and observe the way you lead your men. If needed I will assist in battle of course and like I said before in the meeting; you can use my men as if they are your own. As I wish you will see them one day.

-I… Thank you your Highness…- Dimitri was scowling and you could tell he was beginning to get angry.

-Were we not on first name terms _____?

-I apologize for interrupting, but I was wondering if his Highness would help me out.- The voice came from behind Hrid. It was Charlotte. Her huge soulful eyes were fixed on Hrid.Her voice was all sweetness and her demeanor bashful and coy. To her side Groom Marth stood looking at Dimitri.- Your sister said you could help me.

<<Oh Thanks GOD! I could kiss Fjorm right now!>>

-Oh Hrid this is Lady Charlotte of Nohr. She is a trusted friend and ally.- It had taken a while to warm up to her after the incident with Alfonse. He had to explain to her, in the coldest of voices that he was not interested in her in any sort of way and that, what she was doing was harassment and it was punishable in Askr. Prince Xander had been called as well and he had been even less lenient. After working with her you found out she was actually pretty cool when she was not obsession with someone. You even gave her pointers on what she was doing wrong with guys. Everyone knows guys do not like desperate women and she radiated desperation.

-I would help her, but I am afraid I am not tall enough.- Says Marth. Hrid excuses himself and goes to help Charlotte. You can tell he is very annoyed by the redness on his cheeks and ears. Charlotte turns to you and winks. Marth gives you a small smirk and asks if he can talk to Dimitri. They both leave to where King Dimitri is waiting for them. As soon as they leave, you feel someone tap you in the back. You turn around and King Claude takes a finger to his closed mouth and signals for you to follow him.

- Please tell me I am not as persistent and annoying as that man!- He says in a quiet hiss. You walk a little into the wooded area by the road and see a figure dressed in white waiting for you.

-Thank you Claude. I owe you. And for the record. You are not annoying at all and I enjoy spending time with you.

-Then minutes Alfonse. Make the best of it.- Claude says and winks. You turn around and Alfonse is blushing.

He walks up to you and takes your hand. He says nothing but his eyes speak volumes. His other hand comes up to your face and caresses your cheek. You lean into his touch and close your eyes. He kisses your forehead and then embrace you. You circle his waist as he cradles your back and head.

Meanwhile King Dimitri, Savior King Dimitri and Marth are talking to Fallen Dimitri. F Dimitri had gone to ask them what was happening to you and what was the deal with the king of Nifl. K Dimitri and G Marth had weighted the options of telling F Dimitri what they knew. They decided to tell him about the treaty and that he should be patient and threat the King with respect so that Askr could gain the aid they will need if they were to be attacked by another kingdom. They will tell him about the engagement after Hrid leaves.

-Yes. Apparently he is interested in building a relationship ending in marriage with her, but we all know she is not interested in anyone but Prince Alfonse. Still, we have to be careful and polite with him.- Explains Marth.

-Fine ,but if he so much as breathes wrong, her way I will cut his head off.- He is about to go when he is stopped by his other self.

-It is not wise to project your feelings towards her. She will not return them. Better men than us have tried and failed. She wants only to help you and it will only hurt you both.- Says King Dimitri.

-I understand who her heart belongs to and I would not come between them.- He wondered if any of them had seen the way you looked at Lif, or had seen how much you love each other, or if they only knew about Alfonse. The way he saw it; he knew better than any of them who your heart belonged to. Divided as it was.

Dimitri found you talking to Alfonse just at the edge of the forest by the road you were taking; but he did not approached you. You were looking at a map, but seemed to be talking about something else. He spied Hrid talking to the blonde girl who wanted to marry a rich man. Her charms were being neglected by the prince who kept scowling and sending you furtive looks. Dimitri could hear you talking thanks to his finer sense of hearing.

-Can we talk about that after the battle?- You ask Alfonse. He scowls.

- What did he do? Did he hurt you?

-What? No! He refused our help, just like you said he would. He left…for good this time.

- There is more.

-We should focus on the battle ahead. I don’t want to mess up something important because our head is in another matter.- Alfonse closes his eyes. He is loosing his patience and probably thinking there was something worst than what actually happened. You sigh.- I wanted to wait until later to tell you. The truth is just that, he refused our help, said he could never be my friend and that even if he agreed to be helped, he doesn’t believe we can help him. He showed me his face…then kissed me. - Alfonse palled and rubbed his face. He looked annoyed but at the same time relieved.- I did not tell him about my “memories”. I don’t know what he would do, if what we think happened to me, is real.- Alfonse looked even more relieved by that. Dimitri wondered what that meant.

-We will talk about this when we get home. Hrid will be your guard today. He asked Commander Anna. -His jaw muscles were moving with tension.

- Goddammit! Well so will Dimitri. I am not changing my plan. He is lucky I did not choose Grima. I’m being nice here Alfonse…a good girl Alfonse.- You smile coyly at him and at first he is confused, but you see him redden. He has no idea of your real meaning, but just looking at you giving him that look is enough to make him melt. He knows you are flirting, but he does not know the context. He is about to say something when you both hear Anna give the command to start the march.

After a meal brake, Fjorm comes to talk to you.

-_____. I heard my brother has asked to be your body guard. You have to deny him.- You look at her confused.- _____ remember our traditions. If he saves your life or Alfonse’s; you will owe him a life debt. I…do not understand him. I would not have thought him capable of using something like this or even demanding it of you, but he seems so different. I am not sure if it is because he has been alone without mother and Gunthra to guide him or something, but he looks different. I am just doing this as a precaution. I swear to you he is a good man and a honorable one, but I also know that he is stubborn and will fight for what he wants and what he thinks is best.

-I believe you Fjorm. I actually like him as a person. I just can’t help be angry at his ideas and the outcome of his requirements for the treaty. I will appeal to his warrior pride and make him be in the battlefield, just not close to Alfonse or Sharena. Deal?- She smiles and blushes when you take her hand in yours.

That night there is no time to put tents up. You put your roll up by Sharena and Fae who sleeps between you and Grima. You have noticed Grima had given the small dragon some of the candy you had given him. Fae is slowly becoming a younger sister of sorts to him. She started following him around and he let her after he was told she was alone in the world and had been isolated for a long time. She had been well taken care of, but had no living family. Although she had people who loved her and knew some half dragons, she was immediately drawn to Grima after she had heard of how he had been treated and how he had been isolated and alone. She had told you she wanted to help him. They were both alone.

You were awaken by a soft voice.

-The family has grown.- Alfonse’s smiling face is looking down at you from his sitting position by your head. You look around to find Fae had moved to Grima’s side and some time in the night, young Tiki had laid down on his other side.

<<OMG! What do I do?!>> You did not want Grima to wake up to find her there and get angry. You look at Grima and see that his eyes are open. He moves his hand from under Tiki’s head just a bit and signals you to not make a noise. <<Oh OK then..>> He closes his eyes again.

-Care to patrol with me?- Alfonse asks and you get up to join him. Hrid had, had the last watch and was sleeping now. You would be leaving in a few hours and arrive at the keeps before twilight.

-I guess it has grown. I wonder why the dragons just leave their kids so young wander around in the world, all alone like that.

-They probably have their reasons to do it.- He says quietly. You were thinking of arguing your point but remember that he himself was not as close to his parents and had had a more or less lonely childhood. If it wasn’t for Sharena he would have been much more of a loner. You decide to change the subject.

-Free for some hours then?- You ask. He looks back to where Hrid is laying asleep by his sisters.

-At last. Care for a tea after the patrol?- He asks you smiling. You take his hand and look him in the eyes.

-I’ll be happy to.

You do the patrol and drink some hot water since you could not find the tea. You talk for a while and fall asleep together sitting by the fire. This is where F Dimitri finds you to wake you up to re start the journey.

The second day goes on just like the first. Hrid comes often to talk to you and more often than not some heroes come to take you away for one reason or another. You walked alongside K Claude mostly and Grima who was followed by young Tiki and Fae. At some point Hero King Marth came to walk alongside and carried a sleepy Tiki who had placed a flower on his tiara. Fae pouted until Grima carried her as well. You looked back one time to find Chrome watching longingly at them.

You arrived past midday to the Keeps and after you help them all to settle and then seek Hrid out. You did not notice Alfonse had followed you and stayed in the shadows to wait for you.

-Hrid. I wanted to talk to you.

-Oh?

-You see… I don’t know how to say this… It is just, I wanted to ask you something. -He he looks at you expectantly with a small smile adorning his face. You also try not to sound flirty but keep it as interested.- I was thinking back at the time we found you in Muspell and remembering how you were fighting. Well the reason I was reluctant for you to be my guard was that I was curious about your style and I wanted to see more of it.

- Oh! I see. I was desperate and not at my best.

-Being desperate to save a loved one is probably when people are at their best in my opinion. Maybe not technique wise but at least morally.- He reddens and bites his lower lip a little.

-I would love to show you my style. Where do you want me?

<<Is he…?>>

-Umm. I was thinking of placing you, if you are alright with it of course; on the right flank, by Lord Seliph. That way you are in the fray and still close enough.

-It sounds good to me.- He says.

- We can talk about it after the battle. - You say because you knew he would want to hog the time again and because now at least you had something to talk about that does not sound awkward to you.

You attended the meeting with the Royal Army Officers. Alfonse had sent a messenger before hand to warn them. They had arrived some two hours before you.The plan was laid out for the officers and and after some debate it was approved. The Royal Army was very set in their ways and your suggestion on an ambush by militia attacks was taken with skepticism. You had met this kind of drawback before and it was always smoothed over by the heroes and Alfonse. The later had avoided your gaze every time you had asked for his opinion and you notice he looked angry. He had stood as far away as possible from you. Meanwhile Hrid had stood next to Claude which was as close to you as he could get.

As soon as the meeting was over, you sent out the mages and scouts to set up confusion wards in case enemy scouts came and saw you already there. Then mines were placed by the mages for when the enemy arrived. Not explosive mines but paint. The paint was magic and it help to immobilize , by temporally blind and confuse the enemy warriors; giving you precious time to attack them or retreat as needed. They also had the side effect of giving people hives. You seek out Alfonse to talk to him. You find him in the armory.

-Alfonse. I need to talk to you.- He does not turn to you and keeps on checking his gear and weapons. He looks like he wants to ignore you.

- I have no time. We can do this after the battle…unless you have someone to talk to later instead?

<<???>>

-Yeah… I promised Hrid we would talk about his sword style and technique…and that is what I need to talk to you about.

-I need to go check on the men.

-It will be just a minute…why are you so angry any way?

-What do you mean angry? Why would I be angry? Did you do something to anger me?

-I don’t think so…Look any way; Fjorm came and told me not let Hrid be my guard…- He looked at you now.- because she did not want him to save me or something and then I would owe him a life debt.

-What? He wouldn’t dare...- Now he looks even angrier.

-Yeah she doesn’t believe that either, but she says he looked different in a way and it is a “just in case” kind of thing, so I went to talk to him and ask him to fight. I was afraid for you as well as Sharena. It is better neither of us owe him something. - He nods. He still looked annoyed but at least he did not radiated that miasma of doom he does when he is really angry.

- I.. heard you talking to him.

-Oh! So that is why…Oh Alfonse!- You look around to see if someone is watching and take his hand. He leads you a little away until he finds a small door that he opens and you find yourself in a small closet full of weapon polishing products.

-I’m sorry I should have told you I was going to do that, but I didn’t found the time with so much stuff to do.

-No…I should not be jumping to conclusions. It is just…- He suddenly hugs you and kisses you on the forehead.- I…I love you so much…- He lowers his face and is about to kiss you. You feel like the butterflies in your stomach are having a party in there.

(Knock, knock)

-You two. It’s time to go!- Alfonse jumps back at the sound of Niles’ always suggestive words. You open the door and frown at him. Niles looks around inside the closet and smirks.- So…how was the sword polishing?

<<Oh I wish Niles!>> You roll your eyes at him.- We were only talking. You look back at Alfonse but he is looking down at his feet. You have never seen him look so guilty before. <<Adorable!>>

-Just talking huh…I love “just talking” with people inside closets too.

-Oh I wish Niles, but you went ahead an ruined it by knocking at the door. Besides we were in there for only like thirty seconds! Oh wait…Is that how long you “talk to people in closets”?

-______!!- Comes Alfonse’s voice behind you.

-.…Oh you got me good Summoner!- He says and starts laughing out loud.- I forget you are not afraid to use that tongue.

<<Oh Niles if only you knew… That’s exactly what I was trying to do.>> He looks at your face sees that little smirk and he just knows and laughs harder.

-Don’t worry your Highness. I am an expert at keeping secrets. I would give you fifteen minutes but we really need to go.- Alfonse comes out after you and his face is redder than a tomato.

-Wait. Let me fix your cloak.- He stops and lets you fix his scarf part of the cloak. You linger around his neck and then pass your fingers through the locks of hair loose from his crown. He is looking at you and you see his lips part and look at your lips for a second. His tongue comes out slowly to lick at his lower lip. The moment is so intimate Niles turns around to give you privacy and for once keeps quiet.

-You look good.- You tell him and his cheeks redden a little more.- Let’s go.- You say and both of you follow Niles out of the armory to Anna who is waiting for you.

~*~

The Emblian Empire attacked at midnight. The Askrn forces had let them get close to the bait, which was the keep where the the town people were hiding. Then the militia attacks were started in the enemy rear. Your surprise attack was successful and when they tried to retreat the mines enclosed them in where the men were not stationed. The battlefield was alight with fires suddenly burning, this way you could see where the heroes were and what they were doing.

From your position on one of the highest hills outside of town you could send the signals to the men and not be reached by enemy fire. King Savior Dimitri was by your left side monitoring the danger and the rear. Waiting for the moment he had to act.

Although you had smoother over the problem with Alfonse, he seemed still to be in a bad mood. He fights with the same skill as ever, but you could see there was something else in there. The same quality to his strikes that Lif had in his…like he really wanted to hurt something.

-Beruka tell Innes there’s an enemy sniper hiding far to his right flank over the tallest tree. - You mouthed over to Beruka who could read your lips. She nodded and before taking of to warn Innes.

Once in a while you look over to Hrid to check on his team and actually evaluating him so you would have something to talk about later on.

Next is Valter whom you had told to stay and rest after being on that hunt he went on. He seemed just as efficient, but there was a slowness to his strikes that if not corrected could end in a bad situation. You touch your medallion and say his name. It would let him know you are watching him or have something to tell him. He turns to you after making sure there is no danger.

- Are we the prey or are we the hunter?- That did it for him. No one would call him prey. He seemed to regain vigor, speed and strength.- Good. That’s my hunter boy.- You could hear Azura and Shigure singing over the noise. You turn to watch the others. Michaelis, Minerva, Seliph, Olivia,Eliwood and Roy, Hector, Rath , Eirika, Lyon and Ephraim…

You take your spyglass to watch the farther part of the field and spy on Xander, who is the leader of the Emblan army. He is watching you it seems, so you wave at him. He lowers the spyglass and for a second it looks like he is about to wave back but thinks better of it. This makes you chuckle. That man is actually a good man and you could understand his position. He not only kept Veronica company and keeps the vultures that try to make her their puppet away from them, but he had smoothed out some problems that could have escalated without his help. Without him the war would be worst and who knows where Veronica would be or what she would be doing. He kept her human.

Then from the North Eastern side of the Keep the flank breaks and reinforcements pour in. You knew about them and were prepared for them, that was what the mines were for. What you were not prepare for, was one of the heroes in the enemy lines. Adrestian Emperor Edelgard, dressed in her Reds and golds armor lead the reinforcements. You hear a hiss from S K Dimitri at the same time you feel your medallion warn you. It was Alfonse. You turn to watch him but you know full well what he meant. He points to F Dimitri. He has isolated himself as he always does. His backup Marth, is blocked form getting to him by a couple of lancers. Alfonse made his way to him, but before he reached him Dimitri looked up. It seemed like he could hear orders being given and recognized the voice.

Dimitri saw Edelgard and he froze for a second. Then he started to walk her way and he looked like he was not paying attention to his surroundings. Alfonse started to make his way towards him and so did Marth. You signal King Claude who is near by covering Alfonse, but he had already seen the scene unfolding. He started felling the enemies that were about to hit Dimitri. You signal Dimitri himself. At last he seems to react, but instead of returning your call, he started to relentlessly and brutally kill the enemies on his way.

You hear SK Dimitri growl in anger. You reach for his hand and squeeze it gently.

You can see with the spyglass that Edelgard has taken notice of Dimitri. She stands for a minute watching him and you see her close her eyes. The face she makes is almost one of regret. She turns around, then signals something to her men and she starts attacking the opposite flank. On her stead another hero is sent. Death Knight.

-Oh FUCK… Death Knight.- You had seen him before. That man was insane and brutal. He did not listen to orders and actively has tried to kill your heroes any chance he has. You see him make a bee line to where F Dimitri is trying to follow Edelgard.

You see it as if in slow motion. Ferdinand came down on Dimitri even before Death Knight arrived. You had not even seen him coming. He drove his lance with enough force to behead someone and the speed to not miss. He had the advantage of surprise. Dimitri could not deflect or evade; but before Ferdinand’s lance hit its mark; a golden shield came up to protect a falling Dimitri. Alfonse had reached Dimitri just in time to jump on the way of the strike and effectively striking the blond out of the way. Alfonse almost fell down with the force of the strike and the effort not to step on the fallen blonde. He stood with his legs on either side of Dimitri’s upper body. Then the second strike came just as he was trying to gain his footing. The force of the second strike almost made him stumble and had him straddling the blonde. Alfonse could do nothing but shield himself and Dimitri. He turned to see if Dimitri was alright and his faces were inches apart.

He was about to tell him to get up when they heard a yell. Ferdinand was falling down his horse and an arrow was stuck on the horse’s flank. Claude was covering him while trying to keep from getting hit by enemy arrows. This gave Alfonse the time he needed to get up. Alfonse was standing up when Death Knight’s scythe came sideways and hit his shield on the side enough to fling it and his arm away form his body. He deflected the rest with the sword.

Sparks like fireworks flew from Folkvangr. Death Knight was poised to strike again. Watching from the ground Dimitri was struggling to get up. He was backing away so he could get up and not be on the way.

You watch it all from your post. Unable to do anything about it. You feel like the life is draining from you with every beat of the heart. Hel’s scythe; coming down slowly and yet so fast. Just like it had done for Anna and Sharena before. It strikes Alfonse to behead , but the angle and motion playing their part have another idea. The scythe misses badly. He is falling down…

-ALFONSE!!!!!

…..He is falling….he is …. outside the Order's castle in a training arena. You followed him to see him train. He is doing something you had not seen him do before. He jumps and twirls his sword to gather power and at the point of the strike there is a beam of power coming out. The attack is one of the most powerful you had ever seen. It may even rival Aether.

-Incredible…- You say behind him. He turns and smiles at you. His naked torso glistening with sweat. In another time he would he dying of shame from being found with so little clothes.

-Do you like it? I am trying to create something powerful to kill her.

-Alfonse that is amazing! How do you call it?

-I don’t know yet…I want to make a future for us with it. Maybe then we can end this absurd war and get married,- He gets close to you and touches your cheek with his fingers. - My beloved _______. He kisses you slowly on your lips and then kisses your forehead.-…I might call it…

-DOOR TO THE FUTURE!!!!- Your yell resonates over the cacophony of voices and yells of the battlefield. Breidablik lights up…

A/N

This program is messing up my grammar instead of helping, especially names. I have no idea how many times I have gone and fixed them. When I transfer it to the page it gets messed up again. I think it gets confused because I write in different languages XD

As a side note, I am trying not to make Hrid sound like he is an asshole at all. I like him a lot, but the guy is in love and is very possessive and jealous of Alfonse who he believes belongs with his sister and passes most of his time with you so…He just wants a chance for you to get to know him and fall in love maybe…and maybe…and maybe…

I have this head canon that if Valter ever hears Guren no Yumiya from Attack on Titan it would become his National Anthem XD. Bless Natewantstobattle and his covers.

Have you ever wonder why Lif’s face and original skin only covers his nose and his mouth seems to be lost and to have no bone inside?….yeah…I do.

1. The song I am referencing here is the metal cover by Dan Vasc:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bS4Q-WWyl3Q

2. It is said that Grima is 2000+ years but I seriously think that he can’t be that much older than Tiki was around the time of Shadow Dragon. So to me he is still a kid. A very neglected and abused kid who is lashing out in the worst way, because he is so powerful. I am doing this because I think that a gown up Grima would be more a love interest and I don’t want that in this story. Also I ship him with Evostrashbin’s Summoner. BTW I’m so happy Evo got Halloween Mr. Grima! I love it!

3. Crazy He Calls Me. Natalie Cole’s version. I love this song all thanks to my father. I choose it because I could see the co-relation with the story line and situation.

4. I mean. I get that the order is supposed to be the good guys but dressing in white all the time in battle? That works well in winter and Nifl, but that’s it. That Lord of the Rings cloak, the Lorien Elves gave The Fellowship would be awesome to have for the Heroes on more stealthy missions. Camo uniforms would also work wonders on the Order’s favor.

[alovesongshewrote]

If you’re taking requests, maybe something about Doux finding the reader absolutely delirious from lack of sleep? I may or may not have gotten literally any sleep last night and although I managed to get through my morning routine pretty efficiently I FEEL my body just wiping out. I will be comatose within the hour.

Sleep, Darling | Hisirdoux Casperan x Reader

Plot:  you’ve been awake for too long and it is not doing you any favours.  Thank god for punk wizards who care about your wellbeing, amirite lads?  (Also, the pure Irony that this is getting posted at like, 2:40 am where i am, rip me i guess)

Word Count: 2,292

Warnings:  A bit of blood is mentioned in passing, the reader isn’t human and probably has adhd or smthn.  Also, Friends is mentioned, like, the tv show, so that’s a thing!

A/N:   if you look closely, you can actually see me projecting onto this one.  I hope you got some sleep anon.

Tags:   @furblrwurblr @einahpetsyarcip @sorrels-scribbling @anxious-stitcher @alive-and-afraid @animedweeb333 @douxiesdamsel @saroski05

Time isn’t real.  It’s a social construct made to bring order to the general chaos that is human existence.  That was why you were up at 5 a.m for the second, maybe third, night in a row.  Was it healthy?  Probably not, but you didn’t need sleep, you needed answers.  Answers to what?  Who knows at this point, honestly.

You couldn’t say you were surprised when you finally noticed the late, or early hour.  You just shrugged it off and went “fuck it, all-nighter,” which was fine for the moment.  But time’s a bitch, and that moment was over pretty fast.  By noon, you were ready to collapse.  The three cups of coffee did not help.  Instead, they made you vibrate at a frequency that could quite possibly break glass.  As much as this sucked for you, it was worse for your lovely friend and co-worker, Hisirdoux Casperan.

Now, our boi Douxie was and is madly in love with you, but shhh, it’s a secret.  You also love him, and that’s a secret too.  Neither of these secrets are well kept, and the only reason you aren’t together is general stupidity.  Literally, anyone else who watches the two of you interacting can tell that you're in love.  Hell, half the town assumes you’re together already.  The other half keeps trying to get you together.  It is not working very well.  But that’s all a digression.  What you really need to know is that Douxie loves you and watching you suffer from a lack of sleep was Not A Pleasant Experience.  You were delirious, shaky, and constantly off-balance.  You could work well enough, but it was clear that your health was not in the same zone.

The final straw came when you cut your hand on broken glass.  You’d dropped a cup, and instead of using magic, you’d tried to fix the mess by hand.  That plan did not work, and you received a bloody slash across your palm for your troubles.

“Ah.  Fuck,” you said, thinking you were whispering but instead speaking at a normal volume.

“What’s wrong, love?”

“‘S nothing, I’ve got it,” you did not got it, especially not in this state, and Douxie had the good sense to figure that out.  The blood was a pretty good hint though.

“Oh, fuzzbuckets.”

“I told you, I’m toooootally fine, there is nothing to worry about.”

“Here, (Y/N), let me help you-”

“No, no, this is, this is-” it was then that your sleep-deprived brain decided to cut off your train of thought and replace it with another, more chaotic train.  You stopped talking and just stared at Douxie for a solid minute.  Or at least it felt like a solid minute.  Time isn’t real, remember that.

“(Y-Y/N)?  You alright there, darling?”

“You’re really cute, did you know that?  Like… really cute.  Steve was right, you could be a model.”

“I-”

“Also, just gonna put it out there, I freakin’ love it when you call me darling.  Like, I know you call most people darling, but it makes me feel special.  Don’t ask why, it just does.”

Douxie wasn’t planning on asking why.  He wasn’t really planning on anything.  Your sleep-deprived half-confession had turned him from a capable individual into a blushing mess in less than a second.  You always had that effect on him, but it looked like your exhausted state was giving you a bit of an edge.

“Oh, sorry, I made it weird.  Anyway, do you think if I brewed my next coffee with Monster instead of water it would wake me up?   Because I’m still tired, and it isn’t fun.”

“I- you- I’m-”

“I think I might try it, honestly.”

“Ok, how about you don’t do that,”  Archie said, swooping in, literally and figuratively, to save the day, “Douxie, can you please get (Y/N)’s hand patched up?  It looks quite painful and they’re dripping blood onto the carpet.”

You were, in fact, dripping blood onto the carpet.  That wasn’t good, “Oh, that’s- I’m sorry.”

“Don’t fret, just go do something about that hand,” with that, Archie smacked Douxie upside the head in an attempt to snap him out of his flustered state.  It was super effective!

“Ahh, yeah.   C’mon, (Y/N), let’s,,, go,,, fix,,, that.”

“Ok,”  you stood, too tired to protest, and followed Douxie into the back of the bookstore, which was literally just his apartment.  

It was a nice place.  Very cozy, very him.  It made you want to curl up and take a nap, but to be fair, literally everything made you want to curl up and take a nap at the moment.  Regardless, his home made you feel warm and fuzzy on the inside and you never wanted to leave it.  Maybe it was the interior decorating, but you knew it was because your favourite person lived there.  What you didn’t know, or didn’t realize, was that you’d just spoken your entire thought process out loud and Douxie heard every word of it.  Once again, the boy was a blushing mess.  If you were awake enough to process things, you would have found it cute.  Or you’d be dead from embarrassment, that one is a bit of a toss-up.

Fighting through his flustered state, Douxie pulled you into the bathroom and collected a first aid kit from under the counter.  While he focused on getting things done, you curled into a ball in his bathtub.  For some reason, your exhausted brain decided that sitting on the edge of the bathtub simply did not Vibe™ but sitting inside the tub was better than nothing, and so you just,,, curled up there.  Douxie was only a little surprised to see you there.

“(Y/N)?”

“D’you remember that time on Friends when Winona Ryder played a closeted lesbian?  That was a fuckin’ trip, man.”

“(Y/N), darling-”

“That whole episode is just- it’s just strange.”

“(Y/N)-”

“Hehe, Stranger Things.”

“(Y/N), love, I need to see your hand.”

“Oh, fuck, yeah, I forgot.  Here,” you sat up, extending your hand out to the wizard.  He took it, sitting on the edge of the bathtub which was fine for him to do, I guess.  Not you though, you were stuck in bathtub jail for sleep deprivation crimes.

You squinted up at his face as he tended to the nasty scratch you’d given yourself.  You didn’t have the capacity to focus on what he was doing, so instead you focused on him.  He was pretty, as you’d said before, but that was always true.  At that exact moment, his brows were furrowed in concentration, his eyes concerned and his jaw set.  His hands were steadier than yours could ever hope to be, especially since you hadn’t been sleeping.  Overall, he looked kind of mad, so you sunk down into your bath-prison, silent and waiting for him to finish so you could get back to work.

Douxie was not mad at you.  He was upset that you hadn’t been sleeping, but he wasn’t mad.  He was just worried for your health.  Your wizard did not appreciate seeing you shaking and sleep-deprived.  He didn’t appreciate it when your current state led you to injure yourself, either.

He wrapped up your hand and gave it a small pat, “Done.  Now, come on, you’re taking a nap.”

His voice surprised you.  It was gentle, calm, not at all angry like you’d suspected.  You found yourself so lost in it that you didn’t realize what he’d said until he said your name, trying to snap you out of whatever haze you were in.

“Oh, wait, what?  No, shit, I have to get back to work-”

“No, you need sleep.”

“Sleep is for the weak, I need to go-” you stood and almost fell over.  You probably would have broken something if Douxie didn’t catch you.  You hadn’t exactly expected to end up in his arms today, and despite the heat rising in your face and neck, you were not complaining.

“(Y/N)-”

“I’m sorry, Douxie, I-”

“You need to sleep.  Please, (Y/N), don’t make me use a spell on you.”

You froze for a second before a smirk crept onto your face, “You wouldn’t.”

“I-”

“You wouldn’t use a spell on meeeeee-” the smirk grew into a full smile as you let yourself go limp, forcing him to move his hands to support you better and pull you closer to him.  Was that your plan?  Maybe.  Was it part of a second, bigger plan?  Also yes.

“You wanna bet?”

“Sure.”

“I-” and then he went silent.  There was a moment of tension where you just stared into each other’s eyes, holding your breath to see what the other person would do.  Your gaze fell to his lips as his fell to yours.  For that moment, your thoughts began to wander far out of your control.  Douxie’s mind was also running rampant but in a different direction.  You were right, he thought.  He couldn't use magic on you.  As far as he knew, you were a human.  Just a mortal being who crawled their way into his life and stayed there, improving the quality of it greatly.  If there was even the slightest chance that a spell may have negative side effects, which most sleep spells did, he wouldn’t dare risk it, especially not on you.  He sighed, tightening his grip on your waist, “You’re right.”

“What?”  Oop, plan going sideways, PLAN GOING SIDEWAYS!

“I’m- not going to use magic on you,” he helped you to stand, and moved to take a step back before you grabbed his hoodie and pulled him back to you, ignoring the sharp sting in your hand.

“Ok, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, hang on there wizard boy-” you took a moment to pull yourself out of the bathtub entirely, “You can’t give up that easily.”

“Wha-”

“Come onnnnnn, make it fun, make it exciting.  Put a spell on me or whatever, just-” you went quiet for a second, but for once you weren’t distracted.  Just quiet.  You had to face facts.  Your plan had failed, and now you had nothing but the truth.

“(Y/N)?”

“Just make my brain stop.  For just two seconds.”

“What?”

“Please.  I’m running on a motor and I can’t stop myself.  I haven’t slept and I have no choice in the matter.”

“(Y/N)-”

“Look, just, take away my free-will if you have to.  Knock me out, magic or otherwise, I just want five seconds where I’m not on hyperdrive,” you were standing on your own now, though Douxie’s arms were still wrapped around you and you hadn’t let go of his hoodie, “Please.”

The bathroom was silent for a minute.  It took that long for Douxie to process what you’d just said.  You feared, for that moment, that you’d said too much.  You hadn't.  Not to him, anyway.

“Come on.”

“What?”

“Come on,” he said, picking you up, effortlessly sweeping you off your feet.

“Wait, what!?” your voice was slightly more frantic, surprise lacing through your words.

“There’s more than one way to get a person to sleep.”

“Oh-?”

He didn’t respond to your question, instead, he carried you out the door and into what you could only assume was his room.  You had no choice but to wrap your arms around his neck and cling to him for dear life until he set you down on the bed.

“Stay here, okay?  I’m going to make you some tea-”

“Wait!” you stopped him, grabbing his wrist as he turned to leave, “I’m… I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to be sorry, my darling,” he sat in front of you on the bed, “You just need to get some sleep, okay?”

“But what about-”

“I’ll cover your shift, you don’t need to worry.”

“I-”

“Just rest, for now, love.  Please.”

“Ok,” your words were a whisper, something that Douxie could only just hear.  The next thing though, he didn’t have to strain to hear at all, “Yeah.  I meant what I said earlier, by the way.  You’re so pretty, it isn’t fair.”

He laughed at this, at you, finally seeing some humour in your shenanigans.  He relaxed now knowing that you may actually get some much-needed rest.  He stood, kissing your forehead and tracing the side of your face with a hand, rough from guitar strings and 900 years of sweeping.

“Worry not, love, you’re pretty too.”

“Hey, wait-”

“Don’t ‘hey, wait,’ me.  You are.  Now lie down, I’ll be back in a second.”

A smile crept onto your face as you followed orders.  Your emo wizard man thought you were pretty.  And he cared enough about you to let you sleep during work hours, in his home, no less.  You let yourself relax into the bed, grinning once again.  It smelled like him, like thyme and peppermint, lemongrass and sleep.  It was nice, comforting.  You could only vaguely think of Douxie as your brain finally took a fuckin breather.  It was everything you needed, honestly.

By the time Douxie came back, you were long gone, lost to your dreams and finally asleep.  He sighed a smile that matched yours on his face.  He placed the cup of tea on the bedside table before grabbing a blanket out of his closet and draping it over you.  You looked so peaceful.  Good.  You deserved some peace every now and then.

He took the cup and left you, brushing a strand of hair out of your eyes as he did.  After making his exit, he placed the still-hot tea on the counter, disregarding it for now before returning to the bookshop.

“How are they?”  his familiar asked, tail twisting in concern.

He gave a final fond look at the door before returning to business, “They’re just resting.”  And for once, you were.

[doyumacy]

𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐘 — 12 (finale)

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pairing: taeyong x doyoung x reader

warnings: 「dotae x reader, car accident, mentions of panic attack, mentions of blood. character goes into labor」

word count: 「 3,7k 」

A few days pass and you find yourself babysitting Aera for the third time and Doyoung and Taeyong won’t let you even touch her, they’re having fun with her and you honestly love seeing them.

You want your own kid. You’re pretty sure of that.

They want to take her to the park but she is still too young to go out to the park. When Aeri is finally taking a nap, you sit in the middle of the two men and rest your hands on each of their knees. “When are you getting your period?” Doyoung asks.

“Next week,” you reply.

“You’ll be ovulating then,” Taeyong nods.

You laugh. “You’ve been checking my ovulation days?”

“Kind of?” Taeyong shrugs. “We’ve been tracking them.”

“Yeah,” Doyoung kisses your forehead. “We want to get you pregnant.”

You smile. “Me too.”

Days turn into weeks and weeks into months and you still haven’t gotten pregnant. You know that it will take some time since you were on birth control for almost three years. And Doyoung and Taeyong aren’t desperate since they use it as an excuse to keep fucking you all night. And being honest, you love it. It’s like they’re competing with each other to see who gets you pregnant first.

You’re enjoying you’re still three: going on dates, having dinner at your favourite restaurants, going on small trips and staying up late watching some tv shows.

One night, when you’re still at the office and it’s pretty late, you get an unexpected visitor, Mark.

“Hey…” you greet him. “How are you?”

Mark smiles slightly. “Hey, y/n. Sorry for coming at this hour.”

“It’s okay,” you say. “Do you need something?”

“I do, actually,” he presses his lips together. “I uhm need to talk to you about something.”

You nod. “What is it?”

“You know Jackson and I used to be friends, right?” He looks at you. “He… left me some instructions in case I didn’t hear from him in 6 months.”

You frown. “Instructions?”

He sits in front of you and stares at you. “End you.”

You choke a laugh. “End me? What are you talking about, Mark? Is this some kind of sick joke?”

“Listen, I like you and I believe you’re nice,” he rests an elbow on the desk and his chin on his palm. “But Jackson to me was… everything.”

“He manipulated you, too.” You state. “Mark, whatever Jackson made you believe it wasn’t true. He does this. Did this. You have everything, don’t let Jackson poison you.”

Mark clenches his jaw. “Don’t talk about him when he’s not around anymore.”

“Open your eyes, Mark!” Your eyes dart to him. “You were his puppet!”

Mark stands up and you don’t know he ends up grabbing your jaw, gripping at it. “I told you to not talk about him. He was the love of my life and now he’s dead because of you.”

You push him away. “Stop it.” You groan. “If you leave now I’ll forget this happened.”

Mark smiles sideways. “An eye for an eye, y/n.”

“Don’t you dare, Mark,” your voice shakes.

“You will know what is to lose the love of your life.”

You slap him in the face and push him. “Don’t you dare, Mark. Do whatever you want to me but don’t touch Taeyong or Doyoung, you hear me?”

Mark fixes your suit jacket and stares at you. “If I were you I’d be heading home, you might have to throw a funeral. Or two.”

(...)

You are aware that you’re speeding and texting and calling while you’re driving, but you don’t care. Taeyong and Doyoung are not picking their phones and your heart’s race is racing. When you enter the underground parking of your building, you realise neither of their cars are parked there. You gulp and try to call them again. Nothing.

They earlier that day texted you they’d stay at the office until late since they had some paperwork to finish and you hoped they were still there. You drive to their office and sigh in relief when you see their cars there.

You get into the building and go to their floor and see the lights on and the silhouettes through the glass. You enter their office and they startle since they weren’t expecting anyone. You run to them, with your legs shaking and tug them for a hug.

“y/n? Are you alright, my love?” Doyoung asks, stroking your hair.

“What are you doing here, baby?” Taeyong kisses your temple.

“I just…” you sigh, still hugging them. “I needed to see you guys.”

They slightly chuckle. “You can’t live without us, don’t you?” Doyoung pinches your nose.

You gently shake your head. “I love you. Both of you. I love you so much.”

“We love you, too, baby,” Taeyong strokes your cheek. “What happened? You look like you saw a ghost.”

“You two weren’t picking your phones,” you murmur. “I got worried.”

Doyoung frowns and he realises he has his phone in silence and Taeyong is on airplane mode.

“Sorry, love,” Doyoung kisses your forehead. “Are you hungry?”

You shake your head. “Can I stay here?”

“Of course you can,” Taeyong pulls a chair out so you can sit.

You sit and watch them work, and being honest, you’re scared of leaving the office thinking of something that can happen on your way back home.

Several hours later, Taeyong and Doyoung are ready to go. Taeyong grabs his suit jacket and folds it into his arm meanwhile Doyoung puts it back on. They turn to you and they realise you’ve fallen asleep with your arms resting on the desk and your head between them.

They softly smile and Doyoung takes you in his arms, you open your eyes and move in his arms, he plants a kiss on your forehead. “Shhh, go back to sleep. I’ll drive us home.”

“Can the three of us drive in the same car?” you say, with your raspy voice.

Taeyong grabs your purse and he frowns. “Why?”

“Just because,” you reply.

“You’re acting weird tonight, y/n,” Taeyong murmurs.

“I just love you, guys.”

“We’ll talk later. Let’s go home,” Doyoung says.

When you arrive at the penthouse it’s almost 3 am and you feel drained. All you wanna do is to sleep and cuddle with your boyfriends.

You’re brushing your teeth and Taeyong places himself behind you, he wraps his arms around you and rests his chin on your shoulder. “What’s going on, baby?”

You sigh and finish brushing your teeth. “I’m just tired. I had a terrible day.”

He kisses your cheek. “You can talk to me.”

“I know,” you nod. “But now I just want to sleep.”

“Okay, let’s get to bed then,” he turns you around and unbuttons your pants.

You giggle. “What are you doing?”

“I’m gonna help you to get into your pajamas,” he gives you a peck on the nose.

“Okay,” you grin.

Taeyong finishes helping you to get into your pajamas and then takes you to the bed where Doyoung is already laying. He smiles when you lay next to him and Doyoung wraps his arms behind you. “Goodnight, my love.”

“Goodnight,” you smile.

Taeyong gives you one last kiss and turns off the lights.

And there, in Doyoung’s arms and next to Taeyong, you feel safer.

The following days you feel like you’re going crazy. You feel you’re being followed and even have nightmares where Doyoung and Taeyong are found dead. Luckily for you, they have been really busy and you have barely seen them.

You can barely eat or sleep and you keep yourself occupied with work and visiting Jaehyun and Aeri. That same night, you drive back home tired. You can hardly keep your eyes on the road. As you drive through the freeway, you spot a black car behind you, speeding. You change lines and so do they. You change lines again and they do it again. You freeze.

You speed up and you notice the car speeds up as well. You grip at the wheel and avoid as many cars as you can. You exit the freeway and so does the black car. You want to cry, but you can’t distract yourself from the road. The black car passes you and you’re sure it’s going to hit you so you move the car hitting a parked car.

As the news was delivered from the hospital of your car crash and no more information, Doyoung feels himself breaking. Taeyong manages to keep it together, requesting for your room number, before thanking the caller and hanging up.

When they arrive at the hospital, they are told that you suffered from minor injuries but you are dehydrated and going through so much stress.

Doyoung notices blood seeping through the bandage on your head and a small cut on your right cheek. You are unconscious and the doctor explains to them they had to sedate you since you had a panic attack, stating a car was following you. The police checked the cams and they found no evidence of a car following you through the freeway and the exit of it.

You sleep all night like you haven’t done in days, and when you wake up you see Doyoung talking to a nurse and Taeyong focused on their talk. You clear your throat and rest a hand on your head. It hurts.

“You feel okay, my love?” Doyoung approaches you.

“My head hurts,” you answer, shutting your eyes.

“I’ll bring her some food and her meds. Be right back,” the nurse says.

The nurse exits the room and you sigh. “What happened?”

“You don’t remember?” Taeyong looks at you.

You shake your head. “I just remember having dinner with Jaehyun and then going home. Everything after that is blurry.”

Doyoung sighs and sits on the edge of the bed. “You said someone was following  you and hit a car. You seriously don’t remember?”

You frown and rub your temples. “I don’t… fuck.”

“It’s okay,” Doyoung places a hand on your knee. “You’re fine.”

“Doctor’s said you’re under so much stress and had a panic attack,” Taeyong walks towards your bed. “What’s going on?”

You press your lips together and then bite your lip. “Mark and Jackson were… lovers? And Mark now’s seeking revenge.” You pause, feeling your eyes water. “He went to my office and said he’d kill both of you and I can’t sleep, I can’t eat because I feel like I’m being followed all the time.”

You start crying and cover your face with your hands. “I’m sorry I caused all this, but I just… I’m scared. I wanted to tell you but I didn’t know how.”

You sob and they let you cry. You need to let it out. Taeyong rubs your back in circles and Doyoung grips at your thigh.. “Love?” Doyoung calls you.

You are still covering your face with your hands and Doyoung takes one of your hands. You look at him. “He already tried, okay? He didn’t succeed because I would never let someone hurt us.”

You frown and look at him. “What do you mean?”

“Mark tried to break into our home nights ago,” Taeyong strokes your hair. “Doyoung caught him and sort of beat the shit out of him. He’ll never bother us again. We made sure of that.”

You cry again. “I caused all of this. I’m sorry, guys. I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t say that,” Doyoung holds your hand. “You didn’t cause a thing, there’s just evil people out there that will try to hurt others, but I won’t let them. You’re okay now. We’re okay.”

A few months go by and everything is back to normal. Or almost everything.

You, Doyoung and Taeyong are at Jaehyun and Johnny’s house having dinner. It has become something you do every Friday after work. When you all are done eating, Johnny invites Doyoung and Taeyong to the mini bar in their living room and you stay with Jaehyun. He fills his wine again and has a sip. “So, when are you going to tell them?” He asks you.

You turn your face to him. “How did you know?”

“You’re not drinking and this is your favourite wine,” he shrugs. “Also, your boobs look huge. Is that or you had your boobs done.”

You laugh and smile, nodding. “I think I’m gonna tell them tomorrow, or maybe next week.”

“Why do you keep waiting? They go crazy every time they’re with Aera, make them happy by giving them the news,” Jaehyun says.

You rub the back of your neck and giggle. “It’s just that… sex has become way hotter, you know? They’re competing with each other and it’s so hot. And I’m also horny every time because of hormones.”

Jaehyun rolls his eyes. “I can’t stand you, I really can’t. You all three have been fucking like bunnies for months.”

“Oh, you just want to be me so bad,” you softly push him.

Jaehyun chuckles. “Not anymore. So tell me, how did you find out?”

You stare down at the pregnancy test in your hands. Those five minutes may seem like the longest five minutes in the world, but hell if it is positive your world would change. You sit down on the toilet seat and tap your fingers on the counter, getting more and more impatient with every slowly passing second.

You expect yourself to be nervous, but surprisingly you aren't. You're thrilled and you predict the results already, seeing as you have thrown up the past few mornings. You just want to make sure.

You look back down at the pregnancy test, and sharply inhale when you see that the result is there.

“Positive.” You whisper.

You feel a smile grow on your face as you stand up from the toilet and set the test on the counter. Giggling slowly, you softly rub your belly, knowing that your child is in there.

You then realise something that you should have thought of before, but slipped your mind.

“Whose baby is it?” You think of your two lovers, Taeyong and Doyoung. They will both be ecstatic as you when they find out, as you have been trying to have a baby for months.

Either way you are happy. It's Taeyong and Doyoung's child.

“Aw,” Jaehyun smirks. “I’m so happy for you. If someone deserves to be happy it’s you.”

You stand up and hug him from behind wrapping your hands around his neck and kiss his cheek. “Thank you. For everything.”

“Don’t mention it,” Jaehyun grins. “I just hope I’m their godfather.”

“We’ll talk later,” you mutter and he frowns. You laugh. “I’m kidding, dumbass! Of course you will be the godfather.”

The next morning, Doyoung and Taeyong bicker about how boring is the movie Doyoung chose and Doyoung stating back that Taeyong has the worst taste for movies. They're standing in front of the tv in the living room  and you roll your eyes.

“Guys, we need to talk,” you tell them as you sit them down on the sofa and stand before them.

“You know conversations that start like this rarely end well right?” Taeyong asks. Leaning forward, he places his elbows on his knees and wrings his hands nervously. Doyoung looks to Taeyong before looking back at you.

“What is it, y/n?” Doyoung asks.

“Maybe I should’ve said that there’s something I need to tell you,” you say and you stare at your hands.

“Seriously, y/n, what’s going on?” Taeyong asks, more worried than before.

“I’m pregnant."

“y/n that’s wonderful! Oh my god.” Taeyong stands up

“Oh god, love. For a second I thought you'd break up with us,” Doyoung follows Taeyong and both men hug you. "These are amazing news."

“This is going to be great!” Taeyong smirks. "Oh my god. I'm so happy."

“Yeah, I can just imagine you waddling around the house with a beautiful baby bump.” Doyoung smiles at you.

“And kissing it all the time and rubbing it, getting to feel the baby kick!” Taeyong sighs smiling.

“You’ll look so gorgeous like that y/n, I won’t know what to do with myself.”

The two showers praise after praise onto you, only stopping when you put a hand over each of their mouths.

“Stop it.” You say, laughing at them.

“Never. We love you too much y/n” Doyoung strokes your cheek.

Doyoung and Taeyong wrap their arms around you and hold you, only letting go after you clear your throat to get their attention.

“Um. We’ll have to make a doctor’s appointment within the next couple days, and I would really like it if you both came.” you smile at them.

“Of course, baby. We wouldn’t miss it for the world. I promise," Taeyong kisses your forehead.

“It’ll all be okay, love. We’ll be there for you every step of the way," Doyoung softly smiles.

You nod and then you remember. “I'm not sure who's the father...”

They look at each other, not having thought about that and feeling stupid that they didn’t, considering only one of them is the other biological parent.

“We could get a paternity test done? Or we could just let it be a secret and figure out who the baby is most similar to other than you. What do you want, love?”

“It doesn’t matter who the other parent is to me, I’m just happy that I get to have a baby with the loves of my life.” you say, hugging Doyoung and pulling Taeyong to hug the two of you.

“We are too, y/n. We are too.”

Your pregnancy went well. Of course, during the first trimester there were some things that made you question motherhood, like waking up in the middle of the night because you always had to pee. During that time, you were also really tired and you always had to take naps whenever you could.

In the second trimester, you had cravings for salty foods like pickles and anchovies, which Doyoung hated because the smell of anchovies gave him nausea.

And by the third trimester,  you could no longer sleep on your stomach and Doyoung and Taeyong were worried about hurting the baby so they were reluctant to have sex.

One morning, two weeks before your due date, Doyoung and Taeyong had to leave for a meeting and you stayed at the penthouse.

You are settled on the couch with a warm mug of cocoa and a book. You run your hand over your belly and smile.

You suddenly feel a contraction but don't think anything of it. You know that Braxton Hicks contractions are a thing and have been experiencing them for quite some time now. Or rather it seems like it has been a long time. You put a mark in your book and breath through the contraction to keep yourself calm.

To your surprise, fifteen minutes later, you have another contraction. And another fifteen after that. You decide to place the book back on the shelf and attempt to call Taeyong. Perhaps this means that you are actually going into labor.You hold your phone up to your ear. Unsurprisingly, he doesn't pick up. You dial Doyoung's number and go to voicemail. You take a deep breath. Perhaps you're simply suffering more Braxton Hicks than you usually do.

That theory disappears when your water breaks only a few minutes after the next contraction. You take a deep breath again, trying to keep yourself calm. You call them again. And again, they don't pick up. "Shit," you whisper. You hold yourself from the shelf when you feel a new contraction.

"My phone died," Doyoung groans as he walks to his car next to Taeyong.

"I didn't bring my charger," Taeyong says and he pulls his phone out from his pants. He frowns. "I have 7 missed calls from y/n."

Doyoung stares at him and Taeyong blinks. "Shit."

"Don't you dare to speed down," Taeyong warns him as he gets in the car.

“We are never having sex again!” You yell.

“I know… now wait a minute,” Doyoung pouts. You squeeze your eyes shut as the pain subsides and you can breathe again. “It’s going to be okay, love. I promise.”

"And what took you so long?!" You groan, staring at Taeyong.

"Sorry, but we're here, baby," Taeyong kisses your hand. "Everything is okay, baby."

“Do you want to squeeze a small watermelon out of your dick next?” You ask and both men blink. “I’m sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that."

“Hey, it’s okay,” Taeyong kissed your forehead. “I just wish I could understand what you’re going through.”

You squeeze both of their hands as you cry out. "Shit!"

“I know it hurts,” Doyoung kisses your hand.

“Not much longer and you’ll be able to rest.” The doctor examines you and smiles.

“Okay, I think it’s time to push,” She tells you.

Doyoung and Taeyong hold your hand and offer words of encouragement while you push. And right now, you are just really in pain. It's hot, you are angry, and you are ready for this baby to join them.

It feels like a century later before you hear the cries of the newest baby. A little baby boy is placed in your arms. You smile as you look down at him.

“Oh my god,” You whisper. “Tae, Doie, look.”

“He’s perfect,” Doyoung has tears in his eyes but a smile on his face.

“You did it babe. Oh my lord, he's beautiful." Taeyong kisses your cheek.

You look down at your son and you carefully rub his head. It might be too soon, but you're pretty sure who the father is, and is a secret you won't share, or until people notice it.

"When are we having the second one?" Doyoung jokes.