#thank you for all the compliments you give her she’s my pride and joy

[lilidawnonthemoon]

[tyuns-world]

⌞ My personal cam girl ⌝

Pairing: Camgirl!reader x taehyun

Genre: smut

Warnings: 18+ (MDNI)

Summary: Taehyun has an obsession with his favorite cam girl but can he be cured of it when he runs into a cute stranger.

Wc: 2k

Taehyun was an ordinary man with a seemingly typical life. He worked diligently in marketing and maintained a regular exercise routine. His good looks did not go unnoticed, as he frequently received compliments on his attractiveness. Despite this, he was never seen with a romantic partner, and his sex life was virtually nonexistent.

The reason behind this was Taehyun's secret struggle: he wasn't just addicted to pornography; he was obsessed with a particular cam girl. It was a sticky situation for him, having to hide his sexual deviancies. His room was a shrine to you, with posters and signed postcards framed and displayed all over his walls and nightstands. He could never let anyone into his room because of this, keeping it locked at all times when guests are over. Who would ever understand his need to worship such a goddess?

He watched your streams religiously, never missing a single one. Even if a stream coincided with an important event, he would simply cancel the event to stay home and watch you. He followed all your social media accounts and was always the first to like your posts, the biggest gifter, and the most active supporter. You knew his username by heart, thanks to all the donations and gifts he had given you. A sense of pride and joy filled his body whenever you said his username to thank him. The only problem was that his favorite goddess remained faceless, always adorning elaborate masquerade masks during streams and in pictures.

As usual Taehyun finds himself out shopping for a new gift to give his goddess. You tend to love plushies more than the sex toys you're often gifted, a trait he finds utterly charming. As he spots a huge Rilakkuma plushie that he knows would be perfect for you, another hand reaches for it at the same moment.

"Oh, I'm sorry," says a sweet voice. Taehyun looks down to see an absolutely adorable girl. Her braided hair is tied up with a cute pink bow, and her bright, round eyes are accentuated with charming eyeshadow. Her dark skin looks soft to the touch, and her wide, cute nose adds to her endearing appearance. Her lips are plump and glossy, enhanced with alluring lipstick. She's wearing an outfit that Taehyun is certain he has seen before. "Oh no, it's okay. I'm sure there's another one I can get. You can have this one," Taehyun says, taking the plushie off the shelf and handing it to the girl. He's never found anyone this cute���besides his goddess, of course—and it's making him nervous. What is he doing, giving away the perfect gift for his goddess? The girl takes the plushie from him, and her eyes light up with happiness.

"Cute," Taehyun murmurs, taken aback by his own words. He tenses up, his heart racing.

The now embarrassed girl hides her face, her eyes peeking shyly over the big plush.

"Oh, I'm sorry, it's just—" Taehyun starts to ramble, his words tumbling out in a rush.

"No, it's okay. Um, thank you for the plush..." she trails off, waiting for Taehyun to introduce himself.

"Taehyun," he finishes, his voice softening.

"Well, this is a bit forward, Taehyun, but can I have your number? I mean, maybe we can have joint custody," the girl giggles, her laughter like honey to Taehyun's ears. He's never been this taken by anyone before, except his perfect cam girl. This girl is so different—more cutesy and shy—whereas his goddess is confident, sexy, bold, and a mistress in her own right. Her soft demeanor is a stark contrast, making his heart race even more.

"Yeah, sure, here's my contact information." Taehyun isn’t sure why he’s following this girl's whims, but her aura makes him want to do anything for her. After they exchange numbers, the strange cutie toddles off to pay at the counter. Taehyun smiles to himself, thinking about how adorable she looks, until he notices a problem at the register. He hurries over. "Hey, what’s up?" he asks the girl.

She looks at him, clearly upset. "I forgot my wallet. I’m such a ditz, and the cashier says they can’t hold it for me," she says, her voice trembling on the edge of tears. All this over a plushie—she must really love them. "It’s fine, I’ll pay. You can give me half later since we have joint custody," Taehyun says with a reassuring smile.

"Are you sure? The guy says it's $250," she says, looking at him worriedly.

"Yeah, I've spent more on a plush," Taehyun laughs it off, paying the cashier and starting to hand over the plushie. The girl stops him. "No, no, you can have the first week until I pay you back. Then our son is mine," she insists with a playful smile. Taehyun barely has a chance to respond before she leaves the store, waving his number in the window and mouthing, "I'll text you," before disappearing into the crowd. He watches her go, the playful exchange leaving him feeling lighter and more excited than he had in a long time.

It has been exactly a week since then, and Taehyun is starting to wonder if she'll ever contact him. He tells himself he'll be perfectly fine if she doesn't; he can always go back to his original plan and gift the plushie to his favorite cam girl. Sitting in his apartment, he eats a sad dinner of buldak and spam when a ping comes from his phone. He checks it excitedly, hoping it might be the cute stranger. His heart sinks a bit when he sees it's just a notification for a random live stream from you.

He shakes his head—how could he be disappointed when his goddess is doing an extra live for her fans? He abandons his dinner, bolting to his room to set up the stream on his PC for better quality. "Hello, my pups. Today, I have sad news for all you degenerates. I will be taking a hiatus to focus on some other stuff, but don't worry, I'll send out this month's care package and this stream will be extra steamy because I know whatever I do, y'all will like it." The stream is indeed steamy. Taehyun almost pathetically came without even touching himself. You were just so sexy and knew exactly how to move your body, captivating him completely. The way you move, the sultry tone of your voice, and the seductive looks you give the camera hold him spellbound, making him forget everything else.

When your stream ends, Taehyun finds himself rewatching it to get off. He can't do it when you're live; he has to focus entirely on every movement you make. As Taehyun strokes himself through his boxers, his arm flexing, showcasing his muscular stature, with pants long discarded halfway through the stream, he finds himself imagining the face of the pretty girl he saw over your covered one. Thoughts of her glossy lips wrapping perfectly around his hard cock flood his mind. He envisions the seductive scene, imagining how sexy it would be to reduce her to a ruined mess beneath him. The image of her innocent eyes looking up at him, filled with desire, fuels his arousal. That night, he comes harder than he ever has before, his body trembling with the intensity of his release.

While tidying up, another notification buzzes on Taehyun's phone. Glancing at it briefly, he's surprised to find a new number texting him: "Where shall we meet to discuss our 'joint custody'?" Hastily wiping himself clean, he discards the tissue and rubs his sticky hands against the bottom of his shirt. With trembling fingers, he responds, "There's a cozy café near the store where we met. How about meeting there?" Anxious for her reply, Taehyun nervously bites his nails until his screen illuminates with her response: "Sounds perfect! See you there tomorrow at 3."  

Today is the day—Taehyun keeps reminding himself it's not a date with the pretty girl; it's just a talk. While tossing and turning last night, thoughts kept him up, and Taehyun realized he never caught her name, and curses himself for not asking.  Whilst gazing at his reflection in his coffee cup, fussing with his bangs for the umpteenth time, a sweet voice perks him up. "Hey, hope you didn't wait long." Taehyun smiles up at the pretty stranger, taking in her appearance. She's wearing a stunning red dress, her makeup more glamorous than their first meeting. 

"No, I haven't been here long," Taehyun lies. He's been here since the cafe opened at 11 am, though he won't admit it. "I see you brought the goods," the charming woman says, gesturing over to the huge, hard-to-miss bear seated right next to him. "Yep, just as promised," Taehyun smiles. She settles into her seat as the waiter approaches. Opting for the only tea on the menu instead of coffee, she leans in to whisper to Taehyun, "I'm not much of a coffee person." "Oh no, I could've picked a different place," Taehyun furrows his brow, angry at himself for never asking what she would prefer as their meeting place.

She lets out a laugh that's like music to Taehyun's ears. "Don't fret, it's okay," she reassures him, her hands briefly squeezing his before retreating to her side. "Okay, so I only have cash. I hope that's okay," the pretty woman in red starts to pull out a thick envelope, drawing some curious glances as she prepares to hand it over. "Um, I think it's best if we wait," Taehyun nervously says. The woman looks around and catches the hint quickly, putting the money back into her purse.

"How about we go to your place for the exchange? Do you live nearby?" she asks, her eyes shining with anticipation. Taehyun hesitates; he does live close by, but the thought of her discovering his secret makes him anxious. Yet, her expectant gaze softens his resolve, and he eventually admits to living nearby. "Perfect," she responds, rising from her seat and heading to the counter to get her tea to go. 

The closer they get to Taehyun's place, the more nervous he becomes. Despite his attempts to play it off, the lady can sense his unease, offering silly jokes and remarks along the way to loosen him up. As they approach his building and ride the elevator up to his door, Taehyun's hand shakes as he turns the knob. The cute stranger notices his trembling and takes matters into her own hands, opening the door herself and stepping inside. She gives a big stretch, her comment breaking the tension, "Wow, with how nervous you were the whole time, I was expecting a dingy, dirty place."

Taehyun's place is surprisingly luxurious, boasting an amazing view and expensive modern furniture. It's a stark contrast to his plain outward appearance. She carefully takes off her shoes and plops herself on the couch, and puts her drink on the coffee table, making herself at home. "Is it that you've never had a woman in here?" she teases, observing Taehyun's reaction closely. Taehyun tenses, a subtle shift that catches the attention of the cutie.

"Oh, you haven't? Do you not go on dates? I assumed with your good looks and all, you were a playboy," she remarks, looking at Taehyun with surprise. Taehyun shrugs, setting the plush on a separate chair before settling himself beside the lady on the couch. "Nope, I haven't had a girlfriend since high school. I'm pretty busy with work and my friends," he explains. "So, are you a virgin?" The lewd question, coming from such a innocent looking girl, makes Taehyun choke on his spit. She looks expectantly at him, as if she isn't asking a very personal question.

"No, I'm not, but at least take me out to dinner first before asking stuff like this," Taehyun jokes, trying to lighten the mood. The lady's eyes widen, seeming to realize the kind of question she just asked. "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm way too open about stuff," she says, her face warming with embarrassment. "That's fine. Do you want some lemon or anything with your tea?" Taehyun offers, trying to ease the tension. She shyly declines, focusing on her drink as Taehyun excuses himself to use the restroom.

Left alone in the living room, the cute stranger's eyes wander around the space. In all honesty, she was on the hunt for a new apartment, and this building looked perfect. She mentally takes measurements of the living room and the kitchen. "Hmm, I wonder how big their rooms are," she muses.

The cute stranger knows it's inappropriate to snoop, especially into someone's room, and if it's locked, she'll give up and go back to her seat. But her line of work requires a spacious bedroom, so her curiosity outweighs her morals as she turns the doorknob. To her surprise, it's unlocked. She flicks on the light and is taken aback to find a bedroom shrine dedicated to her.

"What the hell?" Taehyun's voice, filled with a blend of anger and surprise, startles you as he swiftly moves behind you, shutting the door with a firm hand. "I—" you mumble, ready to explain yourself, but stop. "Actually, why aren't you explaining yourself? You're the stalker," Taehyun looks taken aback. "Stalker? You came over to my place and started snooping around. I don't care how pretty you are; that's just not cool," he crosses his muscular arms. A normal person would've thrown you out by now, but Taehyun was willing to overlook this if you could overlook his obsession.

"You mean you didn't know?" you say, looking incredulous as him. His face twists in confusion. "Oh god, you really don't," you exclaim. You gently pry Taehyun's hands off the doorknob and stride into his room. Taehyun follows, intending to usher you out, but you begin undressing, causing him to blush and close his eyes. "Open them," you demand, Taehyun obliges. His body is unable to resist your command. You're seated on his bed, legs spread, and Taehyun swallows nervously at the sight. "All of this," you gesture around the room, "is me," you declare. Taehyun is less surprised at your announcement because as soon as he saw your stunning naked form, he knew. How could he not? He studied it nightly, thinking of all the ways you could use him.

Taehyun's mind races, from the situation at hand. He opens his mouth to speak, but no words come out. Instead, he finds himself drawn to you, his gaze lingering on your captivating figure. You, on the other hand, seem unfazed by the intensity of the moment. With a subtle smirk, you break the silence. "Surprised, Taehyun?" Your voice is laced with a hint of amusement. Taehyun clears his throat, trying to regain his composure. 

"I... I don't know what to say," he stammers, his eyes still fixed on you. You rise from the bed, moving closer to him with a confident stride. "You don't have to say anything," you reply softly, reaching out to trace a finger along his jawline. "Actions speak louder than words, don't they?" Taehyun is powerless against your intense gaze, not knowing what to do next. However, you do and so you take charge, closing the distance between you two and pulling Taehyun into a steamy, lustful kiss. You reach for his hands, guiding them to your ass. Taehyun quickly catches the hint and squeezes it, bringing you impossibly closer to him.

You roam your hands under his shirt, relishing the feel of his defined abs beneath your fingertips. Taehyun's confidence grows as he takes the lead, guiding you backward until you fall onto his bed, with him on top. You try to assert your dominance by nipping and sucking on his neck, playfully calling him your pup, but Taehyun's exploration of your body quickly overwhelms your senses. 

His rough hands send electric waves of pleasure coursing through your needy body, and you let out a soft sigh of satisfaction as his lips pepper fluttery kisses down your neck. You're accustomed to being in control in sexual encounters yet you find yourself completely dominated by Taehyun's presence. As his fingers expertly trace circles on your wet pussy, you surrender your body entirely to him, lost in the overwhelming sensations of pleasure. "More," you pathetically whimper into Taehyun's ear, and he happily obliges, shoving two of his fingers inside your soaked, aching core. Your back arches in pleasure as Taehyun flicks his fingers inside your cunt, each movement sending ripples of pleasure through your body. You had pegged him for inexperienced, but how wrong you were; he effortlessly has you panting and moaning with just his fingers. 

"I'm close," you moan out as Taehyun expertly flicks his fingers in a steady pace. Instead of accelerating, chasing your orgasm as you desperately want, he removes his fingers, making eye contact as he sucks your juices off them. Before you can whine or protest, Taehyun lines himself up with your pussy and roughly shoves himself inside, eliciting a loud moan from you. Taehyun sets a teasing rhythm, causing you to beg him to go faster. Ignoring your pleas, he continues to use you as he pleases, driving you wild. As he nears his own climax, Taehyun increases his pace. You cling to him, the heightened intensity bringing you even more pleasure.

Lost in the intoxicating haze that is Taehyun, he whispers dirty words into your ear, echoing ones you've used when teasing your stream. Now, he uses them against you, pushing you over the edge. Your body tenses with pleasure as you release around him. Taehyun however maintains his rhythm, smirking as he practically fucks your orgasm back into you. "I'm coming inside," he declares, leaving no room for argument as he fills you with his warm cum. 

The now worn-out boy practically collapses on top of you, spent from the intense encounter. "Shit, I'm sorry for being a bit much," he mumbles into your hair. "No, you were amazing. I loved every second," you reassure him, running your fingers through his hair. "So, what do you think about doing this again? Maybe at my place, in front of a camera," you suggest, your voice laced with anticipation. Taehyun just mumbles an exhausted agreement, too spent to realize what he just agreed to.

[pipi-un-kaki-in-pipi-land]

Hmmm wat about slayer hcs where the Hashiras react to their S/O saying "I love you" ?

demon slayer hcs // hashiras reacting to you saying “i love you”

ty anon for this rq!

wc: 600>

Tengen

he was probably shocked when u said that

laughs like a buffoon because it was so sudden

then smugly praises himself for being the most perfect man ever

returns his affection to you through small kisses & hugs, holding u close and never letting go

Muichiro

was eating his Sakura mochi when u suddenly blabbered that out

looks at you for a split second then continues eating as if he just forgot whatever you said

he wasn’t used to compliments, let alone being in a relationship with you

he replies with an awkward thanks as he gives you a bite of his food

while you smiled at the tastiness, he smiled back in warmth without you noticing

Shinobu

she was experimenting on antidotes in the room when you just shouted it from the other end

she nearly dropped the glass beaker she was holding as her eyes slightly widened

you were the first person who ever said that besides her family

she was planning to go to you, but you’d already skedaddled to her on your mesh chair

she plants a kiss on your lips, expressing her gratitude for you

she goes on to continue her work, leaving you in a hot mess

Kyojuro

you were admiring him gobbling up his bento that you made for him when you said it

he already had a pleasant expression on his face before, so that made him even happier

he returns the compliment loudly but you quickly covered his mouth as you were scared people heard

“let them acknowledge my fervent affection for you, y/n. my eternal flame.”

those words of his made you blush even more as you buried your face into his neck

he smiled as he ran his fingers through your delicate waves of hair

Giyu

nearly choked on his water, and when i say nearly, i meant he was REALLY flabbergasted by those sudden words

he instantly looked away, though you couldn’t see his face, you could sense a blush sprawling over his features

he was too stunned to speak as he downed his waves of emotions with water

a stuttery “thanks” was all he could say as he forced a smile out of his usual monotone face

“don’t need to take it personal darling,” you smiled as you ruffled your fingers through his hair

that left him even more head over heels for you

Mitsuri

the both of you were admiring cherry blossom trees when you just said it

a squeal instantly came out of her as she quickly hid her blushed cheeks with her hands

you couldn’t help but laugh as you inched closer to her

“i love you ten thousand times more, y/n!” she giggled cheerfully, cupping your pink cheeks

“if i were dared to shout to the world how much i loved you, i would simply whisper it in your ear,” you said, gently removing her hands and pressing your lips on hers

the rest of the morning was history

Sanemi

you guys had just finished your daily training when you said it

he shot you with a confused glance at first; you could tell this took him by surprise

“yeah, no shit you do.” he gave you a sarcastic response, but you could tell that deep down he was touched by your sudden words

he suddenly came closer to you and grazed your nape as you pulled his refined body to yours

“’nemi.. we’re in public-” your breath hitched as he held you by the waist

needless to say, you were ignored

Iguro

the both of you had just taken down a powerful demon when you started sobbing in pride and said it without noticing

his eyes widened ever so slightly; nobody ever told him that. not even his own family

he couldn't even bear to call them 'family' anymore. after the horrendous things they'd done to him

he teared up a little at the thought, but quickly rubbed it away with the hems of his haori as he didn't want you to portray him as someone weak.

unfortunately for him, you had noticed him reminiscing in his own sad thoughts all this while

you wiped away your own tears of joy and headed to him, burying his head in your arms as you comforted him with headpats

"thank you, y/n. i could not have asked for someone better than you."

[marlynnofmany]

Singing and Other Noises

If you have to clean the bathroom on a multi-species spaceship, you can at least take the opportunity to annoy your coworkers with some high volume space shanties. The acoustics of most bathrooms I’ve been in are great, and this one was no exception.

“If you find snacks in high places, adhesive eyes making faces…” I sang, passing the sanitation wand over the floor. “Someone gives thanks to the void, and knives to the droid … Then you might have some humans onboard, onboard, you might have some humans onboard!”

Paint laughed in the hallway. “I don’t think anyone would miss the fact that we have a human onboard.” When I leaned out to grin at her, she continued, “You’re very loud.”

“This is the perfect place to sing!” I said, leaning back and switching to a different song. “You’ll hear us singing loud and proud, in halls and hulls and ventilation chutes. You’ll know us by our range and joy, and we sing better than you!” It echoed nicely.

Paint was shaking her lizardy head. “Are there any quiet human songs?”

“Oh sure,” I said, looking for spots I’d missed. “Calm melodies for a relaxing afternoon, lullabies to soothe babies to sleep, plenty of those. They’re just not as fun. I like the ones where you can really feel your lungs vibrate, you know?”

Paint was giving me that cocked-head look that said she wasn’t entirely sure what I was talking about, but didn’t feel like saying so. “Right. I think that one made the floor vibrate too.”

“Oh, you should meet an opera singer. They can shatter glass.”

“What!” Paint stepped closer, switching her tail. “You are making that up.”

“No, really!” I said. “It’s very impressive. A rare talent for sure.” I got to my feet and emptied the sanitation wand into the trash chute. “My voice is nothing special. Pretty good, I like to think, but no kind of superstar. Still, singing is fun.”

Paint seemed to be having trouble coming up with a compliment. “Your voice is very… clear? Low? Is that a good thing?”

“I like to think so.” I put the wand away and washed my hands. “I can sing the low notes easier than high, which is great, because I enjoy them more. I think that makes me an alto? Contralto? Something like that. Not a soprano, at any rate.”

Even with her orange scales, Paint’s expression was a distinct mask of polite blankness. She nodded, hands clasped together.

“Not much for singing, I take it?” I asked.

Paint exhaled and dropped her hands. “I just don’t see the appeal,” she admitted. “It’s only talking! In a distorted voice!”

I switched off the light and joined her in the hall with a head bob of agreement. “Yeah, I suppose it is. Some of it’s fast and good to dance to, though.”

She pointed at me in excitement. “The dancing does make sense! That’s fun! But I just cannot understand the noises that go with it.”

I shrugged. “Eh, don’t worry too much about it. There’s bound to be lots of things that any given species does that makes no sense to others.”

“Like those shiny rocks you insisted on keeping?”

“Hey, that’s not just me,” I protested. “Zhee and Trrili both wanted some too. And you’ve still got those smelly seed-things that you liked so much.”

Paint raised her snout in pride. “They remain beautiful. Coals, Eggskin, and Captain Sunlight will agree with me!”

“And those are all the Heatseekers on the ship, which is exactly my point.”

A high-pitched noise that I’d been barely aware of grew louder, drifting down the hallway all faint and screechy. I had no idea what it was, and judging by Paint’s expression, neither did she.

“Is that metal scraping?” I wondered.

“I don’t think so,” Paint said.

The sound continued, changing in tone like an alien violin. I turned in place, trying to locate it. “Is that music?”

Paint rubbed her earhole. “It’s unpleasant.”

“C’mon, let’s make sure it’s not actually a problem of some kind.”

“Yes,” Paint said with a sigh. “Ignoring a mechanical failure because we passed it off as horrible music is not something I want on my record.”

I started off down the hallway. “I think it’s this way.”

Ready as I was for a long and mysterious hunt for the quiet shrieking, I was almost disappointed to find it coming from the third door we reached. This was the door to Coals and Trrili’s translation workroom. It was shut. I hesitated over the opening panel, then knocked instead.

The noise stopped.

When the door slid open, it was to a vision of exoskeletoned nightmares, shiny black and red, with pincher arms, mandibles, and a pair of antennae angled into a very irritated expression.

“Hi Trrili,” I said. “Everything okay in there?”

Paint added, “We heard a noise—”

The door shut in our faces. After a moment, the screechy serenade resumed.

I blinked. “Rude.”

Paint had her hands over her earholes. “What is it??”

“Probably not a machine failure,” I said, wincing as the noise approached nails-on-chalkboard levels. “Let’s go ask Zhee.”

We walked very quickly away, and found Zhee outside the kitchen talking to Eggskin. The sound was faint here, but still audible.

“Hey Zhee,” I said cheerfully. “Can you tell us what in the seven spherical black holes Trrili is doing right now?”

Zhee threw his own purple pincher arms in the air. “Butchering a classic,” he exclaimed. “I’ve told her that she’s got the middle part backwards, but she insists it’s a regional variant!”

I glanced at Eggskin, who was just shaking their scaly head. “So it is music, then.”

Zhee folded his pinchers with a flare of antennae. “There’s a skreeking competition at Basal Station,” he said. “She’s under the impression that the judges there will enjoy regional variants that are wrong.”

“I see,” I said, wondering if I should ask the obvious question.

Paint beat me to it. “What’s skreeking?”

“Leg-singing,” Zhee said. “You know.” He moved a hind leg in a way that made a brief screech.

I knew I was staring, but it was either that or burst out laughing, and that was rarely complimentary. You’d think I’d get used to discovering ways that my alien crewmates resembled Earth animals, but you’d be very wrong.

Paint let out a gusty sigh. “I don’t understand that kind of singing either,” she said. “This makes even less sense than the other one!”

“Remember, there’s always dancing,” I told her. “And if it makes you feel better, I have no idea how to dance to the noise Trrili’s making.”

Zhee hissed quietly. “No one could dance to that. Not without tripping over every other limb.”

Eggskin spoke up. “Well, I’m certainly not going to try. Would you three like to help me settle on the primary meal for tonight’s dinner?”

I smiled. “Oh, I’m sure we won’t disagree on anything there.”

~~~

Keen eyes might recognize the shanty lyrics from a couple older posts. I even used one song in The First Time Traveler to Survive, which is a different storyverse entirely, but it's too much fun to leave there. I'm going to say humans invented it twice, and no one's going to stop me!

Anyways, this is the ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book. More to come! And I am currently drafting a sequel!

[milequaritchsslut]

HIII!! How are you!! I hope your doing well today^^ I hope you wouldn’t mind me sending a request today! Also if this request is to hard for you some let me know and I can send it to someone else. So could I request Neteyam with a Fem! or GN! S/O who has a Akito Shinonome Personality from Pjsk?? Thank you^^

Mine

One shot

You loved being with your mate no matter what you were doing together. Just being in his presence made your heart swell with joy.

Today you decided to join your mate on a hunting trip with a few other couples. You were known as one of the best female hunters in the clan but you didn’t see it. You were humble about it whenever you got compliments about your skills you didn’t wanna seem prideful or selfish. You decided to fly with your mate on his ikran since yours was still recovering from her injury on the last hunting trip.

Walking to your mate you noticed another woman of the clans eyes roaming a little to close to your mates body. You stared her down but she hadn’t seemed to notice. You came up and leaned into your mate for a kiss to entice the woman. You had never liked her her name was Zurnee she already had a mate but you heard they weren’t very happy together maybe that was why she was eye fucking yours.

Pulling away from your kiss you grabbed your things and mounted them on your mates ikran.

“Are you excited y/n?” He asked helping you up on his ikran.

Flashing a smile whilst holding his hand for support “yes I am I cannot wait to win this trip!”

Holding you by your waist as you settled yourself he sent you a confused look “what do you mean win?”

“When we bring back the most prey we win” as you looked around for Zurnee finding her doing the same as you mounting onto her ikran. It seemed she was scolding her mate. You just giggled to yourself it was selfish but who cared you were just grateful you and your mate got along.

The trip was long but you didn’t complain you just gazed at the forest below you. After long you and the group landed on a clearing. Jumping off your mates ikran you took in the beauty that mother ewya had given you that day. The sun broke through the trees giving it a heavenly effect.

Gathering your supplies the group started walking to find a good area. Walking next to your mate you made eye contact with your friend Kilun.

“How much do you think we will catch today y/n?” With a smile on his face

“More than you!” You joked as he punched you shoulder.

Coming closer to you as you walked “Yk I heard Zurnee had been talking abt you y/n” whispering in your ear.

What the hell would she even be saying you hardly knew her you were in the same social circle but you never really talked to her.

Rolling your eyes “She must have a reason I guess” you shrugged trying to brush it off hoping it wouldn’t cause any issues.

After about 20 minutes you had all finally reached the hunting spot. Putting your things down and getting comfortable next to your mate. Crouching down and listening for any prey to come along you looked up to fine Zurnee coming next to your mate and placing her hand in his shoulder.

“Teyam! Could you please help me with my aim?” She said in sappy little voice.

This was a grown woman you thought and she was talking like a little child. Your mate looked over to you asking for permission which only led to you standing up now looking down on Zurnee.

“I think your mate could help you with that Zurnee you are disrupting our concentration” giving her a death stare.

Rolling her eyes walking back to her mate whose eyes where filled with jealousy watching your mate.

“What was that about” your mate asked in a quiet whisper

“She is strange ma Neteyam do not pay her any attention”

Nodding his head focusing back onto the hunt. Doing the same you watched the clearing for your prey you couldn’t help but feel someone’s eyes on you. Changing your gaze to the side your suspicions being true. With Zurnee eyes on you watching your every move. Only giving back a death stare she quickly lowered her gaze causing you to let out a giggle and your mate confused.

[yuzukahibiscus]

Dear Yuzuka-san, On July 11 2019, it was announced you would be the next Flower Troupe Top Star. On November 25 2019, you embraced your debut as the Flower Troupe Top Star. And with a vibrant career of 2 years of Takarazuka Music School, 16 years in the Revue, 14 lead performances (musical, revue, concert) as a Top Star, today on August 15 2023, your retirement announcement was released. Yuzuka-san, many of us are saddened by the news. We knew that the inevitable pandemic was harsh on Flower Troupe; we hoped for more performances, and more promising expectations. And we also know, that it would be sad to see you come down the staircase wearing the hakama. But we also want to tell you Yuzuka-san: thank you for all your hard work. We want to let you know your performance in dancing, singing motivated us with energy. Your commitment in acting moves us to tears in sorrow and joy. Your leadership in Flower Troupe interests us to learn more about every member as they shine in their unique qualities apart from knowing about you. Your natural presence of being you makes us fall for your charms. The “Be Shining” concert and “Arc~en~Ciel” are your last performances. Through this time, it will be difficult to adjust and reality hits us every time countdown happens as each day passes by. We will support you till the end and pray that you are doing well, your are performing without regrets and that you shine your brightest in the remaining days to come. From, your fans ♥

My thoughts on Yuzuka Rei's retirement

So… about how I felt the taidan news. I wasn’t surprised. I was anticipating the news to come yesterday, or some day this week.

The obvious change for me was definitely the concert and the national tour announcement. When it’s said that Rei would reprise as Fie, I knew it was a journey looking back her days in Takarazuka, to which sounds very reminiscently beautiful. It’s also an indicator, to which the reason why I did write differently in my captions than I did before.

Then comes the announcement of Mikaze Maira introducing Rei as the Flower Troupe Top Star very rarely before she gives her speech. Rei’s always the one that doesn’t want to be in the sole spotlight and wants to be considered as a member of Flower Troupe rather than titled Top Star (as so may be suggested by her to ask Aoi-san not to say that)

Looking back at the thread I wrote, surely I was less sad to see her go than I thought I would. The decision must be one she thought over so long regards to timing especially how the pandemic affected her Top Star run. I do think it’s cruel to have Bluray announcement and Taidan announcements together hand in hand. But not because I moved on from how I felt about her- it’s because I felt it was fulfilling for her. I don’t want to think how the Arc en Ciel play would have a weird plot, I want to think how fruitful her Takarazuka career has been. Rei in Takarazuka has showed us so much and I’m content with all the performances and roles she’s showed thus far. But with Rei having a positive and forward-looking mindset, I must say, that she has not been lacking in any delivery. Each performance she committed her endeavours to the point of also leading the troupe. Rei has made me feel so proud and enligtened to have known her, that I am looking forward to paths she pursue in the future.

Of course for now, we cherish the remaining days not with sadness, but with pride. Every time seeing her radiate on stage, you want to compliment her, “well done!” “omg!” those are the praises that I’ll give for the rest of her Zuka days to come.

Thank you to those who have reached out to me, knowing that Rei is dear to me and I care for her. This page will continue to update the latest news that follow tomorrow and the upcoming weeks. Let us all stay strong and show support, love and more anticipations to her upcoming shows “Singing Lovebirds”/“Grand Mirage”, “Be Shining” and “Arc~en~Ciel”.

Signing off, Hibiscus.

[starstwinkleplanetsshine]

Daughter of the Sea

Chapter Twelve: We (Try to) Capture a Flag (Read on Ao3 here)

The rest of the summer passed more normally, which felt strange after the battle. There were fireworks on the Fourth of July, and they were unlike anything I had ever seen. The sky was filled with moving pictures in every color imaginable, with the whole camp sitting on the beach watching in awe. It was the first time I felt any sense of joy creep back into the campers, and it was nice to hear people laugh and sing again. There were still too-noticeable empty places on picnic blankets, and sometimes you couldn't avoid bringing up a story about someone who wasn't there anymore, but for the most part, it was a beautiful time. I sat with Cadence and Will, as well as some of their friends, including a daughter of Aphrodite named Rosaline who I had heard a lot about but never met. 

The rest of the days were filled with training, classes, and lots of swimming with Percy. He was able to begin to teach me how to use and control my abilities, and I began to progress a lot faster with him than I had with Chiron. Percy also helped me with my fighting skills, since everyone said he was the best swordsman at Camp. 

And they weren't kidding. 

But even if I was getting soaked by my own tidal waves, or being slammed to the ground again and again, training with Percy was my favorite part of any day. He could always make me laugh and turn around any bad mood I was in. I felt like I had known him all my life��like even though we just met, our souls had been connected much longer. 

We were practically inseparable for the rest of the summer. 

The only downside to that meant I didn’t get to know Annabeth very well, since she and Percy seemed to avoid each other after their quest. I never asked him about it, and he never brought it up. It's the one topic I was too scared to breech. 

I finally got to talk to her during our last capture the flag game. Percy and I were on the same team as the Athena cabin, of course, and Percy was off trying to find the other team’s flag. For once Annabeth had decided to guard the flag, and she assigned me as her partner. We stood in silence for a while, both of us on high alert. I didn't know if she wanted me to talk, or if we should be silent so as to not give away our position. About fifteen minutes into the game, she finally spoke. 

“You’ve got pretty good skills for someone who just showed up here.” I looked at her confused, not sure if that was a compliment or a dig. 

“Umm, thanks. Percy’s been doing a good job teaching me.” 

Annabeth winced slightly at Percy’s name, and continued scanning the trees. “He’s a good teacher.” We were quiet for a while before she spoke again. 

“Lisen, I wanted to talk about Percy, actually.” I looked over to the blonde girl, and she continued. “You haven't known him for very long, but I need to warn you: he's the most loyal person you’ll ever meet.” 

I thought I had misheard her at first. “Why do you have to warn me about that?” 

Her eyes darkened. “Loyalty can be a dangerous thing, Angie. It can be good, of course, but if you put that loyalty above anything else…that's a liability.” 

I thought about that, and could see what she meant. I wondered if I had that same tendency. 

“Thanks for the warning.” I tried to make my voice as genuine as possible. I was about to ask about how they had met, and all the adventures they had, when two shapes came crashing through the thicket of bushes Annabeth had hidden the blue flag around. 

“Well well well,” Connor Stoll said as he grinned, 

“If it isn't the Pride of Athena herself.” Travis Stoll finished. 

“Too scared to take the flag on your own, boys?” Annabeth taunted back. 

Connor laughed as he gripped his sword, trying to figure out when to strike. “We work better as a pair.” Travis was inching his way around the thicket, trying to go for the flank. I kept my eye on him as Annabeth talked to Connor. I had trained with the brothers when Quintus disappeared and I knew their style—but that meant they knew mine, too. But I had been working with Percy for the past few weeks, and his style was completely different. I was ready to use that against them. 

“Impressed you found our spot.” I said to Travis. He stopped moving and looked at me. 

“Don’t be so surprised. Children of Hermes are very good at finding things that are hidden.” 

“Let's see if being the son of the god of thieves can help you take it, then.” 

Travis grinned wickedly, and a second later, Connor ran forward and engaged with Annabeth. At the same time, Travis broke left and tried to swipe the flag, but I was too quick. I swiped with my sword and he pulled back just in time to avoid losing his hand. 

“Nice work, Jackson! You’ve gotten quicker.” He pulled out his sword and we began fighting, him trying to back me up towards the flag and me trying to push him away. We both gained and lost ground, and I was wondering how Annabeth was doing but I didn't dare to look over. Travis was getting closer to the flag, and I had gotten my fair share of scrapes, when I heard Annabeth curse in Greek. 

“No! Angie, get him!” Travis saw it moments before I did, and he took off after his brother. I sprinted after them, trying to swipe at their ankles but my sword didn’t have the reach. They were getting closer to the boundary, and I was running as hard as I could but it wasn't enough. Annabeth was next to me, barely at my heels, when I heard something whiz through the air. 

I watched as Travis hit the ground, the flag falling with him. Connor kept running for a few seconds before realizing his brother wasn’t behind him, but by the time he had doubled back I already had the flag in my hand, and Annabeth was in front of me. I looked to where the arrow had come from to see Cady and Will, and a couple of their siblings, crouching in the bushes, smiling. Travis was beginning to get up, but was clearly dazed from the soft arrow that had hit his helmet. Now that the brothers knew there were archers nearby, they were more cautious, but not deterred. Connor spun his sword, trying to figure out how to attack Annabeth and get the flag from me, my weapon still drawn. 

I could see him working out a plan when someone ran across the creek, which was the boundary line, pursued by a group of about fifteen campers, all yelling and jeering at him. 

It didn't matter though, and a smile filled my face as I watched Percy cross the water, the red flag in his hands. 

He didn’t stop running until he was next to Annabeth and I. 

“Looks like I have to do everything around here.” He was grinning, and even Annabeth couldn't stop her smile. 

“Nice work, Seaweed Brain. But it would've been for nothing if Angie and I hadn't stopped the Twins.” 

I laughed—we all knew they weren’t actually twins, but we called them that, anyways. 

Percy shrugged. “Teamwork, right?” 

The rest of our team were surrounding us now, cheering and smiling and lifting the three of us on their shoulders. I was surprised to be included, and thought that just Percy would get the accolades. But it seemed that more people than I thought had seen Annabeth and I chase the Stoll brothers and get back the flag, and it felt surreal to be praised so much. 

The first time the whole camp had acknowledged me they had stared in silence, clearly not happy I was there. Now, they were cheering. They carried us to the clearing out of the woods, where Chiron awarded us with laurel wreaths and no cleaning duties for the next week. Even the campers from the other team congratulated us, except for the Ares kids, who looked like they wanted to have a rematch right then and there. I took that as a compliment. 

That night at dinner, Percy and I swapped stories about our time in the game, and he was impressed I could hold my own against the Stoll brothers. 

“They’re really good with swords, it took me until the end of my second summer to beat one of them.” 

I smiled at him, “I had a good teacher.” 

That night at the campfire I sat next to Annabeth, who seemed to be starting to warm up to me after our game of capture the flag. We laughed and danced like idiots and sang too loud, and it was like seeing a whole different side of her. I was used to the intense, calculating, and stoic girl who had everything under control, so it was nice to see her cut loose. As I watched her do the motions to a version of the hokey-pokey using Greek weapons, I got the feeling that we could be really good friends. 

I just hoped my brother wouldn't mess it up for me.

[whispers-soundtrack-project]

Bella / Edward

Fanmix Part One

Link to the Spotify Playlist is at the bottom of the post

By anonymous request!

Gravity (Vienna Teng)

Hey, love * I am a constant satellite * Of your blazing sun * My love * I obey your law of gravity

The Wreck of Our Hearts (Sleeping Wolf)

There's a cold empty room * There's a windowless view * There's a me without you * But that's not where I belong

Just The Way You Are (Bruno Mars)

I know, I know * When I compliment her she won't believe me * And it's so, it's so * Sad to think that she don't see what I see

Hold My Hand (The Fray)

I found a picture in my basement * My face a hundred years ago * But I don’t want to do like he did * So full of pride and all alone

I’ve Been Alone (Dan Hill)

We share a breath of happiness * We share the pain * Always changing * And I give to you * All I am, all I will be * Life goes by so fast * Together let’s grow slowly

I Get To Love You (Ruelle)

One look at you, my whole life falls in line * I prayed for you * Before I called you mine * Oh I can’t believe it’s true, sometimes * Oh I can’t believe it’s true * I get to love you

Whataya Want From Me (Acoustic) (Adam Lambert)

Yeah, it’s plain to see * That baby you’re beautiful * And there’s nothing wrong with you * It’s me, I’m a freak * But thanks for lovin’ me * Cause you’re doing it perfectly

Asleep At Last (The Wailin' Jennys)

Be my asleep at last * Kiss me slow and hold me fast * Be my sail and be my mast * In the blue forever cast your love * Far from pain and past * Be my 'this one’s meant to last'

You Loved Me (Joy Williams)

I thought you wouldn't love me if I didn't do everything right * So I lied to tell the truth and hid myself most of all from you * Good was never perfect, perfect never could be good enough for me

Fades Away (Avicii & Noonie Bao)

All of the tracks we traced we raced to reach the sun * All of the lives to find a place where we belong * All I know is that with you I'm moving on * 'Cause all of the days are * All of the days are on the run

[vonvayna]

Fall of the Nammucard Tribe: Vonvayna (Elder Scrolls Story)

Nammucard.

Their tribe was the Nammucard. ‘Nameless Kin-Wardens of the Undeparted’ for those not fluent in Dunmeri. Ironic that they had a name, but it was meant to signify their distaste with outside interaction. Their leader, Ashkhan Makan-Amat, was a stern Dunmer very focused on tradition. Their top warrior, Champion Tulvain, would soon be named Gulakhan, second-in-command, for the recent destruction of Nord grave-robbers coming to rob the burial sites the clan protected, and celebrations were in order. The Wise Woman of the tribe was going to mark Tulvain with a protective enchantment, and her apprentice, the Farseer, was close to coming up with a real gift for him.

“Farseer.” The Wise Woman began. “Yes?” The Farseer answered. The Wise Woman paced back and forth the mud hut, her blue fingers tapping away at a wooden table carved with indentations to hold alchemical ingredients. “I’ve heard your runic studies are coming along well.” 

This is all the Wise Woman had to say to capture the attention of her youthful apprentice. The young Dunmer whipped around, clapping her hands together, and stepping aside so three runes could be seen at the table reserved for enchanting. “Yes!” The Farseer began, “I’m close to understanding what they mean. I think this last one means ‘Charm’ when combined with these other two-” The Wise Woman put her index finger’s nail to the tip of her thumb, approached the Farseer, and flicked her forehead. 

The Farseer grunted in protest, rubbing the affected area. “Do not get distracted, my apprentice. We need something to bless Tulvain - maybe an enchantment for his sword so it glows with the burning flames trapped within Red Mountain, or a spell of protection blessed by Azura herself. None of your childish… glamours.” The Farseer frowned visibly, but slowly nodded. This was about Tulvain, after all. An Ashlander she looked up to.

---

Tulvain stood proud, his bare blue-ish chest puffed out, the netch leather he wore recently forged to replace his old outfit. A small crowd of the tribe gathered as he rose from his hut, giving his younger sister, Asana, a nod. Asana glowed brightly, clinging to the arm of her good friend, none other than the Farseer. The Farseer smiled gently, looking between the two siblings. A look of joy for Tulvain sparkling in the Farseer’s eyes. And also pride. Because he’d soon receive something the Farseer helped create. 

At the end of the path the male warrior walked down was the Ashkhan and the Wise Woman. The Wise Woman silently handed a glowing, Dunmeri sword to the Ashkhan. Tulvain strided over to the two and knelt on one knee, bowing his head in respect. “Tulvain, you have long been Champion of the Nammucard Tribe. With this enchanted Blade of Storms, you will soon be recognized as Gulakhan. You may be Champion now, but as soon as your blade cuts into a foe of the Nammucard, whether it be beast, n’wah, or traitor, the blood soaked into the ebony will stain the blade, and this will mark your new title.” 

The crowd cheered after such a rousing speech. It made sense - this was a little tradition instilled in the Nammucard Tribe generations ago. Officially, bloodying the blade was to be the Galukhan’s ‘final task as Champion’. Unofficially, it was to prevent the Galukhan from getting too lazy and House Dunmeri-like with their new title. Until that blade tasted blood, Tulvain was Galukhan in everything except title. 

Tulvain still beamed proudly and accepted the enchanted sword, eagerness in his eyes to slay the next foe. He thanked the Wise Woman and the Ashkhan, and the crowd slowly dispersed once the elders began fussing at the crowd to get back to their duties.  ---

The Farseer managed to sneak away, though. Her and Asana giggled lightly as they made it into Asana’s family’s hut, holding onto each other tight. “Did you make that sword? It looked amazing!” Asana complimented. The Farseer waved a hand dismissively, unable to take all the credit. She replied, “The smith did most of the work. I just slapped an enchantment on it-” “‘Slapped an enchantment on it’ she says, as if it’s something everyone can do.” Asana interrupted in a playfully mocking tone. 

“Too bad my brother isn’t Galukhan already, though. Maybe those Nords will have friends that come to avenge them and then Tulvain can beat them back, too!” Asana spoke matter-of-factly, as if it was a simple matter. She plopped down a little too hard on a wooden chair, rubbing her lower back and sucking air through her teeth after doing so. The Farseer rolled her eyes and sat across from her, a small, circular table between them. “I hope not. The Nords your brother fought were just looking for some valuables that our ancestors aren’t even using anymore. They weren’t looking for a fight. Tulvain’s good, but I don’t want him going up against Nords actually prepared for a fight.” The Farseer attempted to be logical and reasonable about it.

Asana folded her arms and argued, “They were graverobbing, oh wise Farseer, and Azura, Boethiah, and Mephala frown on that kind of thing.” A pause was between the two, the Farseer tapping her nails on the wood idly while her other arm hung off the head of the chair, one leg crossed over the other. She smirked slightly and looked up to Asana, then asked sarcastically, “Do they, though?” Asana snapped back, “Well Lord Nerevar certainly wouldn’t be happy about it. You and your family are too… too…” “Smart?” The Farseer interjected. “Jaded.” Asana corrected, “You take Mephala and Boethiah’s teachings too literally. Their teachings are meant to prepare us for harshness and protect us from outlanders and those blasphemous House Dunmer, not to act like them.”

The Farseer slowly nodded, not really in agreement, but understanding she’d never convince Asana otherwise. “It’s a shame those ‘blasphemers’ have corralled us all the way out here, forcing us to fight for our lives every day, where our only solace is little ceremonies like the one today.” The Farseer stated. There was a look of concern on Asana's face. She reached out, placing a hand over the Farseer's on the table. "I understand, but we have to have faith. They will get theirs, in time." She assured. How sweet, the Farseer always appreciated her. There was a pause between the two women. She relished in this small touch. It lingered a little too long. Long enough to interpret it as more. Gently, the Farseer caressed Asana's hand, daring to feel her smooth skin. She had always sensed that there was more there, an attraction between them. “Asana..." She spoke, her voice softening, "You know, Asana, I have always been very fond of you. We've known each other for some time... you may simply call me by my name.” She smiled, her wandering fingers tracing along the woman's wrist. "And if you'd like, you may call me more..." Asana averted her gaze, prying her hand quickly from the touch of the Farseer. As if it had scared her. Ah. “You’re… the apprentice of the Wise Woman. You're not supposed to engage in any intimate-" Asana warned, the Farseer cut her off. “Yes, I am. But when shall I become the next Wise Woman? Two hundred years? Maybe three hundred? Magically inclined Dunmer like her live a long time, and with her attitude, I’m not entirely uncertain her ghost wouldn’t stay around a little before she retired and gave the title to me.” The Farseer joked. This caused Asana to laugh a little, but there was a hesitance. She looked around, as if to make sure no one was looking. “Yes well either way, you're not supposed to. I do not like to go against the tribe. What if someone found out?"

"Ha!" This caused the Farseer to laugh. Earning her a deep frown from Asana. She did not find this as amusing. "Please, it is not like anyone would really know. What are you going to do? Get me pregnant? One day, I shall be the Wise Woman, yes dearest Asana. I do not wish to waste my youth waiting to be an old woman... for now I am simply-..."

“Farseer!”

A masculine voice called out. His voice jarring, angered. Asana leapt to her feet, distancing herself from the Farseer. It was Tulvain, and he sounded livid. "Farseer come out this instant." He demanded in a rage, confronting her as he pried open the entrance of the hut.

Toweing over the Farseer, Tulvain stood with the sword she'd enchanted unsheathed, breathing deeply with anger. She tried her best to remain calm. On the inside, she was quite scared. What could have warrented this ire? "Give them back." "...What?" "They're gone, the relics from our ancestors. You have taken them. You, or your whore sister. Perhaps both! How dare you dishonor our tribe." This confused her greatly. It was quite an accusation, and so ridiculous that she needed a moment. “Wait, wait.” the Farseer began, “The valuables are missing and you think myself, or my sister have done this. On what grounds do you make such a bold accusation?" "Ashkhan Makan-Amat suspects you. You and your blasphemous sister - you’re both so vocal about your criticisms of our traditions. And you're both little thieves, too. We have always known that. But this is truly dishonorable." This was bad. Dishonoring the tribe could mean either exile, or death. The Farseer's heart began to beat wildly. She looked to Asana, hoping that she would defend her. "That cannot be. I was here the entire time with Asana. And my sister, yes she is impish at times, but she is harmless. We both revere our ancestors, we would never do such a thing." "You question too much, and she is defiant. You are both avaricious. It must be one of you." Tulvain spat. "No one else would have dared, and I trust the Ashkhan." "Asana, tell him. This is ridiculous." The Farseer pleaded, met with silence.

Asana averted her gaze, backing up behind her brother. "I wish not to dishonor our tribe..." Asana said, quietly. A betrayal that cut deep.

The Farseer tightened her hand into a fist, took a step forward, then said with as much authority as she could muster, “Look. It couldn’t have been us. When I wasn’t with you or the Wise Woman, then I was with Asana! My sister is usually out, hunting. So unless you both want to implicate yourselves, then allow me to help with the investigation!” 

Tulvain had that same eagerness in his eyes. The Farseer knew that look. It was the look he got before he ignored his parents’ advice and ran after those treasure hunting Nords. The Farseer almost thought for a moment Tulvain would strike her down then and there, but he sheathed his blade, then exhaled loudly with a groan. “Fine. But I’d start with questioning your sister. The Ashkhan has strong reasoning to blame you both.”

The Ashkhan...

The Farseer bolted past Tulvain and Asana. She was finally able to cry, letting silent tears fall as she ran. They were easy to blame, to betray. She and her twin. They were too good for the Nammucard. Too intelligent, too beautiful, too critical. Problematic for the elders who wished to maintain staunch tradition and status quo. Making them easy targets if someone else were to get greedy. Someone respectable.

The Farseer arrived at the Ashkhan's hut, with nothing but a suspicion and the desire to confirm it. “By Azura, this is such a stupid idea.” The Farseer whispered under her breath. She crouched down and slipped in, unnoticed. She began to search his belongings, looking for evidence that he'd commited the crime. His random accusation was strange, and there had to be a true reason. In a basket beneath a few discarded blankets, she found the valuables. Treasures from their ancestors. Amulets, enchanted rings; all the things the Nords had stolen. Right there, in the Ashkhan's hut. “That old fetcher-” She quietly cursed, as she plucked one the amulets to inspect it.

Just as she was saying this, two silhouettes blocked her light. The Farseer gasped, and she turned to see Tulvain and Makan-Amat. No, this looked horrible. She glanced up at Ashkhan Makan-Amat. There was a smug look on his face, as if he'd won.

"I can explain." She said, dropping the amulet and standing. "I found them here. Tulvain... it was the Ashkhan-"

“Very clever! Trying to cover up your crimes by planting the stolen relics here.” Askhan Makan-Amat exclaimed, his finger jutting towards the Farseer. “She stole it all! The filthy miramer, kill her!” He ordered. What was she going to do? Even with her magics, she doubted she could match Tulvain in combat. "Tulvain-" 

Tulvain unsheathed his sword, slicing down at the Farseer. She tried her best to dash out of the way, the sword knicking her shoulder and cutting into her pale blue skin. She scrambled back, against the wall, placing a hand over her wound. She was trapped, she would have to fight him.

The Farseer attempted to use her magic. But when she extended her hands and tried to summon destruction magic, nothing happened. The Enchantment. Her magicka was drained. Tulvain grinned, his eyes filled with hatred, standing there as her blood dripped down his blade, staining the ebony with red. “Good. Finish her… Gulakhan.”

“Back away from my sister.” A new voice warned. It was her sister, Nepitah. All turned to look, and the Farseer was surprised to see her twin with her blade to the Ashkhan's throat. She held it uncomfortably close to his neck, ready to slice into his old, ashen skin. "Leave Mi-Zula alone, or I will kill him." She warned. When all was lost, it was good to know that the Farseer, Mi-Zula, could count on her sister. Tulvain was shocked, trying to assess what to do. Before he could react, Mi-Zula grabbed a nearby jar and smashed it against Tulvain's head, as hard as she could. He fell to the ground unconscious. Her sister nodded, knocking out the Ashkhan with the pommel of her dagger. She did not hesitate, she did not think twice. That was the loyalty she deserved.

The two ran to each other and hugged briefly, then looked to the two bodies. "How did you find me?" Mi-Zula asked. "Asana. She told me what was going on, then she tried to stop me. Can you believe she actually thought she could take me?" Nepitah laughed. “What now?” The Farseer began, “If we kill them, we’re outlaws. If they wake up, we’re outlaws. We- we have to leave. We can hide in one of the cities in the mainland. But the House Dunmer don’t respect us Ashlanders. They wouldn’t help us! What do we do…?” Panic overtook Mi-Zula's voice.

Nepitah looked around the room, her eyes locking onto the Ashkhan's stolen treasures. "I can think of one thing the House mer respect..." Gently, Mi-Zula gasped. Of course, they could run away. Mingle in with the other dunmer, explore Morrowind. They could start over and get lost in a sea of faces. Leave it all behind. She walked over to the amulet she'd dropped, pocketing it on her person.

They needed these things more than their deceased ancestors did. “If they’re going to call us miramer, then I guess we’ll have to be miramer. Take the treasures, then meet me at the Wise Woman's hut." "Why? Splitting up sounds like a bad idea. And shouldn't we just skip the hut and go now?" Her twin asked. "I'll explain there. And we must not be seen together, if we are both captured then we are doomed." "Okay, but I hope your plan is sound." ---

The Farseer said a short prayer to… whatever god was listening at this moment. Preferably of Daedric origin, but still. She hoped the Wise Woman would not be there.

And her prayer was answered. Or perhaps she was simply lucky. The Farseer scrambled, looking for the runes she was studying. She was close to the translations. ‘Charm’... and the first two runes words were on the tip of her tongue. If she could put them into an enchantment, they’d stand a chance sneaking out of Vvardenfell before being gutted by their own warriors. 

It was the fastest the Farseer had ever studied an enchantment. Her twin arrived, surprised to see her hunched over a book. “Sister this is hardly the time for reading-” She said, the Farseer putting up one finger. “Hold on - I got it. Beauty Shadow Charm. The name of the enchantment." "Huh?" Her sister cocked her head, “I like the sound of that but what is it…?” 

"Our way out."

Channeling magic into the runes, and putting the runes on a pair of cloaks, the ancient runic language chanted out loud to the two.

“Von.”

“Vay.”

“Na.”

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On a ship enroute to Blacklight, the Ashlander twins quietly sat together and watched the horizon as they left the Vvardenfell. Nothing to their name but the humble satchel of stolen treasures from their fallen ancestors. "So here we are. Two exiled Ashlanders without a tribe. We are dishonorable." Mi-Zula sighed, lowering her head. Being exiled was the last thing she'd wanted. Her future was ruined. She could never become a Wise Woman now. She was homeless.

“Zula?” “Yes, Nepitah?” her sister placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Listen, they left us with no choice. Shame on them for blaming us. They have dishonored us. Do not think of this as a failure... we're better off without the Namm-" “Don't. I don't want to hear their name anymore.” Mi-Zula groaned. "How about we make our own tribe? A better tribe. Then, we'll never be exiled, and never have to listen to stupid traditions." Nepitah smiled. She knew how much her sister suffered through loneliness, bound to rules. Mi-Zula couldn't help but smile. "Yes, we'll do as we please. We'll stop pretending we don't want refinements." "We'll make sure we never have to struggle... or suffer!" "Or eat disgusting food..." "We can marry rich House mer and become ladies!" Nepitah exclaimed. "We'll do better than them. And I think I know what we will call our tribe..." "What?" "Vonvayna."

[makerscockandballs]

For the oc questionnaire thing, I'd like to know #1, #3 (preferably physical traits), #31 and #43 for all of your guys if you have the time!

oooh this is gonna be a long one :D (related to this ask meme)

1: What is their go-to comfort food?

Maison Surana: Orlesian chocolate truffles. Tried them once at a banquet he was performing at and got obsessed. You could bribe him with them.

Orev Hawke: Hearty, heavy Fereldan stew like they used to make in Lothering. It’s just potato and turnip and whatever veggies are in season, doesn’t even taste like much but keeps you warm and fed.

Thelrael Lavellan: Sweets of any kind, but most of all a certain Dalish dessert made primarily from wild honey & roasted fruit.

Magnolia Trevelyan: Tomato soup but with tons of hot pepper powder – a classic she’s used to from the Circle, but the spice is her own twist to make it more interesting. Overall, she loves spicy & heavily seasoned cooking, the more the better even if it makes her eyes water. If habanero potato chips were a thing in Thedas she’d eat three bags a day.

3: What is something they really like about themselves and what is something you really like about them? (Physical Traits)

Maison: He doesn’t care too much about his appearance aside from looking neat and presentable but takes some joy in his teeth being pointier than normal. Part of it is just how they always looked, part of it is Warden Weirdness. I love his facial scars, both the characterization aspect (refuses to cover them up yet hates seeing them in the mirror) and from a “looks badass” aspect.

Orev: He really likes his hair and tries out all kinds of styles with it once he has the time and money. And honestly I agree, it’s also my favourite thing about him to draw :D

Thelrael: He really, really likes his legs, all his outfits are built around making his legs stand out (haha get it. stand out). I really like his profile, it’s overall flat and a bit round — a bit of a babyface that absolutely works for him and makes him look mischievous.

Magnolia: She really likes her overall build, especially her muscular arms. Worked lots and carried around lots of things when she was tranquil which sucked, but at least now it helps her defend herself. Josephine’s obvious glances are a big plus too. I really like her eyes, they’re big and a very dark deep brown.

31: What would make them blush?

Maison: Compliments and reassuring words about him as a person. He holds himself to impossibly high standards and is never satisfied, but hearing that others think positively about him means so much.

Orev: Coming from the right person, almost everything. Friend telling him they care about him or thanking him? Red. Anders kissing him or even just giving him the smallest compliment? Bright fucking red. Meanwhile anyone outside his close social circle could blatantly and passionately flirt with him and get nothing more than a friendly smile or some playful flirting back. All or nothing babe

Thelrael: It takes *a lot* to get this bastard flustered. A lot. He also has no sense of shame. Whoever tries to make him blush ends up being the actually flustered one within minutes. Nobody has figured out a way to do it yet, but Dorian is certainly trying.

Magnolia: Getting nice personal gifts, especially accessories and flowers. Makes her feel special and courted like a princess. She’s not used to having such nice things and wears them with pride. Getting compliments about how that new hairpin or earring fits her is the cherry on top.

43: And what would you say to comfort them?

Maison: You cannot save everyone, but what matters is that you tried. You helped more people by trying and sometimes failing than you would have through inaction. Let yourself off the hook.

Orev: It’s not your fault. Kirkwall was a sinking ship, and one man alone cannot plug all its leaks no matter how hard he tries. Drowning along with it would not have helped anyone.

Thelrael: It’s okay to be angry. But it is still real, even if the gods were not gods at all, it all still mattered. Every celebration, every story, every ritual still brought your people together.

Magnolia: You’re safe now, and not alone anymore. Nothing can force you back into tranquility or hiding. It’s okay to finally let your guard down and breathe.

[divinegrey]

ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴏᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀꜱꜱ / ᴊɪɴx x ɢɴ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

yup, that's right! diverging away from my usual valorant posting to get back to my roots in arcane. i hope my arcane followers enjoy this <3 and thank you to the requester!

prompt: Reader is a bass player for an underground bar and Jinx being Jinx breaks into their room and asks about their guitar and maybe a bit more..

words: 1200

warnings: jinx being jinx, slight nsfw undertones but nothing too spicy

The lead singer of your band speaks to the crowd you’re playing for tonight, bodies packed like sardines. As a part of Zaun’s finest prime-time entertainment, you’re part of the four-man show that brings a little bit more joy to an otherwise dreary and cold life down in the Undercity. 

There’s one thing that remains undeniably true. 

If you know where to look, you can always find fun. 

“And before we close out our set tonight, I want all of you fuckers to put your hands together for the band!” The singer says, turning to you all and gesturing until the people give him what he’s seeking— attention and applause. “We have our guitarist, our drummer, and finally, our bassist!” 

At your introduction, you give a brief bow to the audience, holding the neck of your bass guitar; your pride and joy, the one light you hold dearly to your heart. The singer makes the cue for the next song, and the drummer launches into the solo. Time passes by like it’s nothing, and you play to your heart’s content, providing the scintillating sounds of bass to compliment the singer’s voice. 

You’re aware of someone watching you the whole time— you’ve been aware of that the whole night. Being a Zaunite means knowing when someone’s got their eyes on you, for better or for worse. But given that you’re on stage and a little bit of a smoke show when it comes to looks, this is a normal feeling for you. 

When the show is over and wrapped up, your band does their bows and their goodnights, walking off the small stage set up in the underground nightclub. One of the finer Zaun establishments, one that comes with a small backroom for you to relax in. Your bandmates are chattering nonstop, and they head out early to join in on the festivities of tonight, leaving you alone. 

Well, as alone as you can be when the door opens and someone slinks in. 

“You ain’t a part of the band,” you say, bass guitar resting on your lap, fingers idly picking the thick, neon blue strings that seem to always have a glow about them. 

“Astute observation, toots,” the woman says, blue braids draping behind her with a slouch in her posture. Her shimmering pink eyes stare at you with the utmost curiosity, and you realize that this was the person who you felt staring at you all night throughout the performance. Interested, you lean back in your seat. “The name’s Jinx. Stands for Jinx.” 

“Y/N,” you say in reply. “Don’t think I need to tell you that this room is for the band only. You don’t seem like the type to regard the rules too highly. Am I correct?” 

“Right on the money!” Jinx walks closer, a grin on her face that you’d call manic, but it’s cute. “Got me curious about your special little guitar, toots.” 

“Little?” You hold the beast of a bass guitar in your lap, gripping the neck and putting it vertically just to show how long it is, the metal fretboard shining darkly and the black obsidian body shining in the light. “Not the word I’d use.” 

“It’s bigger up close,” Jinx says, putting her hand on the back of the chair you’re sitting on. You catch the faint scent of sweetmilk mixed with alcohol, the smell wafting into your nose with her braids brushing against you. “Means your hands are bigger up close too.” 

Oh. Is that what she’s here for?

“Are you really interested in the guitar, or are you looking for something else?” The question hangs in the air. This Jinx woman— you can’t say that she isn’t exactly your type, a little craziness in her eyes with a body that makes you drool just a little bit. The gun on her hip is obvious, and her nails are sharp when they start finger-walking up your arm. 

“The guitar got my attention,” Jinx comments. With her other hand, she pulls the E string, the neon blue line vibrating a low noise in the quiet room. Far away are the sounds of the club and the music, but your focus is all on this woman in front of you. Jinx leans closer. “But you got my eyes, toots, and I don’t say that often.” 

Lifting the bass guitar to lay it back inside the carrying case, you weigh your options— go join your friends, or stay in here with a woman who looks like she knows exactly what she wants. 

The choice is easy. 

You sit upright, a grin on your face as you slide your hands onto Jinx’s hips and pull her onto your lap. 

“This what you’re looking for?” You ask, tilting your head to the side. 

Jinx laughs, and the sound is like velvet to your ears. She pulls one of her own braids around your neck, yanking you closer until your lips touch hers. The adrenaline from the show rushes back into your bloodstream, racing up your back. You wind your arms around Jinx, holding her tightly to you as your lips meld together in a kiss that leaves your neck warm and your lips slick with the shine of spit. 

She even tastes like sweetmilk. 

Her nails, sharp and long, bite into your skin as she squeezes your shoulders. Jinx is insistent, giving you no time to think about anything else except how her lips are slightly chapped but so soft and the faint scent of smoke that clings to her neck when you lower your mouth to her jugular. You’re trapped in the way she moans softly on your lap when you bite and suck on her skin. 

Jinx is addicting, unlike anything you’ve ever known in your life. 

You stand up from the chair, moving toward the ratty couch on the other side of the wall. You drop her down onto it, delighting in the giggle that comes from Jinx’s mouth. She bites down on her lower lip when you pull off your denim vest and the shirt underneath. 

She rakes her nails down your stomach, loops her fingers into your belt loops, and tugs you back down. 

“Knew I could count on you, toots,” Jinx says, holding your chin in her hand and squeezing until your cheeks puff out. “Now put those big hands of yours to work before I get a little mean, okay?” 

“And what if I want that?” You reply, eyebrow arched upward. 

You swear her eyes flash bright pink. “Oh, you and I are going to get along swimmingly.” 

“That’s all I want,” you say, getting back to mouthing at her chest and her neck. Jinx slides her hands into your hair and arches into you, a moan that turns breathy leaving her mouth before a laugh follows right behind. 

~~~~~ A/N: i missed jinx so much SHDJKHSDF

[ofstormsandsaints]

Christa being known as the "White Rose" probably has made her have to dress up to fit the title, to fit people's expectations (read: purity kink) about her. I don't think she got a lot of say in a lot of things, like how she dressed, before and after she got married to Karlheinz😔. How does Christa dress as the "White Rose", and how would she personally dress herself if she got to explore her style?

it has been sleeping in my askbox for so long... even though I really liked how you formulated this ask. Thank you for your patience!

now, my interpretation of Christa's fashion sense gives her the freedom to explore her style. She knows what looks good on her even though she selects it in order to live up the White Rose title😔

Fashion headcanon - a Christa lookbook

It is impossible to picture Christa as something else than a spectral beauty. An otherworldly creature born like a snowdrop. The palest bloom sprouting out of the slowly warming earth at the beginning of spring. So delicate, so sensitive. Holding a silent power in her closed fists.

All her childhood, she had been the joy and pride of her family - not only did they give her a title, but they fashioned her heart and spirit in the belief of an untouchable persona. The White Rose, meant to be desired from afar.

Vampires do have this sinister obsession for purity... And Christa convinced herself that this ethereal aura was her main shield.

-Unreal loveliness.

-Dazzlingly pale. A ghost dressed in opalescent silk, blue veins and scarlet gaze, all complimented under the moonlight.

The collision between a Petrarchan beauty, a sad phantom from one of Maupassant's short stories and a woodland queen fairy.

-Edwardian lace. On her sleeves, around her neck and brushing the skin of her ankles

-Like Yui, Christa doesn't like to draw attention to her chest. @nutaella-kookie mentioned in this post how her best assets would be her hips and legs and I agree. But they're so fragile that Christa would always hide her silhouette in long flowing skirts - sometimes so long you can only guess the tip of her shoes, so when she moves it seems like she barely touches the ground. She was gifted with supernatural grace

-And cursed with immense fragility.

-She's so delicately built, most men and women feel like they could crush her when holding her shoulders and giving her body just a squeeze.

-Her oh-so-thin neck is exposed with a modest collar, maybe some off-shoulder covered with a pale, see-through veil that follows the length of her arms.

-Long split sleeves, an inspiration from antique togas or maybe some butterfly/petal sleeves. Something dainty and easy to cover with a mantilla or other veils.

-It doesn't seem like it at first but she layers a lot.

-It is truly a game of transparency and forms. The art of creating an harmonious noble silhouette without making it bulky. She hates massive skirts, petticoats and tight corsets.

-Being so thin and short, she could never dress with the same regal confidence as Cordelia or with Beatrix's dignified stature. Too-vibrant colours would devour her and she would look ridiculous in ballooning ball-gowns.

-Opts instead for pale dresses with an empire waistline and flared, flowing skirts most of the time.

-Think of 1990s Yves Saint Laurent and Christian Lacroix spring collection

-Prefers the glistening fineness of pearls over gaudy golden jewels.

-The elegant incrustation of moonstones, herkimer diamonds or celestites, the stabilising power of abalone shells, calcite and Tibetan quartz... The Lady of the Tower knows her stones.

-But throughout the years, she began to wear less jewellery. She grew to hate the feeling of heaviness on her hands when wearing rings so now, just like Beatrix, she only keeps her wedding ring.

-One ring and her nails are cut round and short.

-...to prevent her from scratching her maids' face when she's having a panic attack. She already hurt Subaru that way when he was little.

-The cousin of the Vampire King hides her aura of failed divinity with veils and shifty looks.

-Starry or plain. Softened hues of pale pink or blue that look almost white - it reminds you of the fainting colour of roses in her garden.

[all-might-can-smash-me]

Dad/Family headconons

Masterlist

Aizawa, Taishiro, Toshinori, Sir Nighteye, and Hawks

Aizawa Shouta/Eraserhead

Despite him being that kind of nonchalant, I don’t give a shit about anything kind of person.....he’s a family guy

Loves kids

He just wants you to have a huge army of kids following alongside you hand in hand to visit him at work.

Looks forward to being able to relate to someone else with his quirk

Doesn’t care if they are all girls, all boys, a mixture of both, or even fostering or adopting, he’s for everything

Was kind of afraid to open up about that side of himself when you two got married, but you are all for it too

Feels that he can handle it with your help thanks to having some experience with dealing with his students

Is slapped in the face with shock when you two have your first 2 or 3 kids because infants are, you guessed it, nothing like teens who are all emotional about becoming a prohero

Guess he would be prepared for whenever they would get to their teenage years

Except for periods because he didn’t know anything about them but he’ll probably take the time to learn about it from you

Still happy over his growing army though

Still loves the chaos of it all, plus it’s good to have Aizawa to control their quirks when they start to develop

The chaos also reminds him of his own time in school with his few friends he had....they were always so vibrant and loud unlike him and he kind of envied it (secretly)

Yamada and Kayama (Present Mic and Midnight) loves to visit his little army and spoil them with toys and snacks even if Aizawa disapproved of it

You helped hand out the toys and snacks.....Aizawa could suck it up

Napping piles are normal in this household, so don’t be freaked when you see all of your children curled up or around Aizawa under a pillow fort in the living room.

It breaks his heart everytime though when his kids beg to take a stray cat home and he has to say no....but he’ll end up going back on patrol to feed it and then probably cave in and bring it home anyway

He’ll just shrug off his children’s accusations of him being a ‘hypocrite’ for saying no to their pleas earlier and say something like ‘Well I said you couldn’t do it, nothing about me though’

The tea parties are lit and he’ll crush anyone at a video game

Taishiro Toyomistu/Fatgum

Really never thought about having his own kids until meeting Kirishima and Tamaki

Life was changed FOREVER since meeting them, now he would like to have his own family

It was kind of confusing to finally have the talk of having kids a couple of years into your marriage, but your views on having kids were changed too after meeting the two UA students

He let you on thinking just one or two kids were great, but you didn’t know if you should have been surprised that you were in the hospital room pushing out your 5th child

It was kind of funny to see Taishiro freaking out even if it was his 5th time next to you in labor

Your kids were so use to it they just sat out in the hallway doing their schoolwork or playing games on their iPads as Kirishima and Tamaki watched over them (your labor would always catch them while they were out on patrol)

I picture that all his kids are girls

He uses the excuse “just one more kid, maybe this time it’ll be a boy”, It’s NEVER a boy

I feel that he’s the dad to sneak home McDonald’s fries or ice cream to his kids despite you not liking it

Will take the blame when you catch one of your daughters munching on fries on the way back to her room (daughters will also try to take the blame, but how the heck could girls 13 and younger sneak out all the way to McDonalds)

He’ll also get all his daughters together to bake a cake and also decorate it. The creativity shown by his daughters will always amaze him.

He and his daughters would even clean up the kitchen together...mostly so that you wouldn’t get mad upon seeing the kitchen as a disaster

Gets way into watching Barbie’s Life in the Dream House and secretly really loves our queen Raquelle

All Might/Toshinori Yagi

Just wants one little girl

To spoil her ROTTEN!

Seeing his friend David Sheild’s daughter Melissa grow up and look so happy always made him envious. Young Midoriya also played a huge role in his desire for at least one kid

One child was enough for the two of you and thankfully your first and only child was a girl

Gran Torino will also spoil her rotten along with Sir Nighteye

Will not be embarrassed to be caught sprawled out on the ground with your daughter playing with dolls

He’s actually quite proud of the fact that he doesn’t mind getting down and dirty when it comes to playing with ‘girly’ things with his young daughter unlike other dads

Loves to play Studio Ghibli movies for your daughter.....but Yagi is way more into it

I say this because Toshinori will try to hide his tears while watching My Neighbor Totoro as your daughter is fast asleep on his lap.

He will also sneak in a rated pg-13 hero movie from the United States in when your gone too....and then he’ll act surprise when your daughter would repeat the fowl language she heard in the movie

He would and WILL spend hours on YouTube to learn how to braid hair and put bows in and ribbons

He would bring her to work a lot too to see class 1A in action

Daughter will forever be his ‘baby’, so he HATES the thought of her starting to date and get married.

So when she admitted that the boy ‘Todoroki’ in his class was handsome while heading home one day from his work, he swore off boys....

He wasn’t surprised though, she was always managing to get Todoroki to hold her hand while Toshinori would have class 1A doing scenarios in teams and showing off her hair to him and asking if he noticed anything different.

Todoroki is a good sport, he held her hand and always complimented her hair...

Yeah she was mad at Toshinori and you made him unswear off boys, especially Todoroki

Brings your daughter to work just to brag about how he did her hair to EVERYONE

Mirai Sasaki/Sir Nighteye

Eh....he didn’t want kids, never had the desire tbh

Though something about UA students’ charming personalities making these heroes want families. Mirio got him thinking one kid couldn’t be so bad

You were shocked when he asked to have a kid, but you agreed....after discussing it for awhile to make sure he wanted this

I picture him having one cute, little shy boy

Like the cute little boy with glasses who wears those cute shorts with a bug related shirt that just wants to search for roly-poly in the dirt and grass in the back yard

Very quiet and a bit shy around new people, but is literally the most polite little boy in the WORLD

Nighteye will use his quirk on his son when out looking for bugs to just see if he missed something in the grass or dirt, but that’s as far as he’ll use it

The reason why Nighteye thinks he’s so funny is because your son (and you of course along with mirio) are the only ones who laugh at his jokes, especially your son

Your son finds ANYTHING his dad says or does hilarious. His dad made a gasp of excitement along side his son upon finding a millipede? Instant laughter will follow

Those bouts of laughter from his son is the best feeling in the world to him

Tried to make your son an expert on All Might, but gave up when he came to his conclusion that your son just wasn’t into it.

It was kind of weird at first to find out his son was just simply NOT into heroes, but now he just loves the fact that his son likes what he likes and doesn’t let himself get swayed by others, even his own mom and dad

If you can’t make his little boy, his pride and joy, laugh? Sorry, but don’t talk to Nighteye or his son ever again

He will sit and listen to his little boy go on and on and on and ON about anything and never get bored (or show it). He will sit and listen intently about the cool facts about the bug he found or a plant.

He’d even listen to the longest explanation about a tiny little squiggle on a piece of paper that he drew on if it was being told by his little boy.

Will even put a meeting on hold just to answer a FaceTime from his son from your phone just to listen to him talk about a leaf he made a pressing of....and will sit there with the volume all the way up on his phone too so the others in the room can hear as well.

Will spend all night pinning bugs to a board to frame and label just for your son

Keigo Takami/Hawks

He didn’t even want to date tbh

Though when he met you? The cliche ‘love at first sight’ happened and soon the two of you were married pretty quickly and boy was he a happy man

He didn’t really even want kids either. He just didn’t want to have kids and somehow they end up with a childhood like his that’s not the greatest or most normal, plus he was happy with the little domestic life with you.

But then IT happened. You know, when a mommy and daddy love each other very much and poof, a baby? Yeah....

He was TERRIFIED, but once your first child came into the world, a new sense of happiness sparked within him, like his own eyes opened for the first time to the world

This happened twice more, ending up with his happy family consisting of you, his two boys, and his little girl.

He’s the kind of dad to have his wallet FILLED with pictures of his kids and you. He will shamelessly show them off to fans while on patrol and also to Endeavor....even if he’s seen them a trillion times. Also his office is filled with framed pictures too

He also gets in trouble a lot along with his two boys for playing to rough and loudly within the house by you, especially for flying and being too competitive with video games and ANY activity he would take part in with them.

What can he say? His sons were like the best friends he was never able to have as a kid, he wanted to take in the beauties of having an energetic family

He doesn’t play favorites, but when it comes to his little girl? Sometimes he’ll catch a feeling of her feeling like she’s the odd one out when it comes to her two older brothers and he can relate to that feeling.

So he’ll set aside some dad and daughter time to do the things she likes, like read, color, and draw

He would even let her do his hair with tiny braids and color pieces of clip in hair and many butterfly clips. Keigo would also then wear it out proudly on patrol and check his reflection MULTIPLE times to make sure everything was in place.

He would then shout to the press and paparazzi that his daughter did his hair, showing it off in the process

When the picture would come out with the headliner ‘Hawks’ New Look Thanks to Daughter’ for the news the next day, the look of pride and awe on your daughters face upon looking at the front cover of the magazines and newspapers at the store you and his family would shop at would absolutely melt his heart melt

He’s the first one to pull back the covers to let his children climb in when scared by a thunderstorm or the spooky shadow in their room even if they may be getting ‘too old’ to be doing that...according to Endeavor however, so that information might be wrong

Bribes his kids not to tell you that he entered the house through the window and not the front door

[its-deputy-caleb]

does the vdl gang include sadie because 😢😢😢😢😢 my lesbian meow meow SKLSKDKSJS but if u do!!! i was wondering if you could write a post-game sadie (bounty hunting, gun-slinging, gaslight gatekeep girlboss)/female reader where sadie is being paid to bodyguard rich/high-profile reader thank u so much 😭

hell yess it does, now warning i've never written for sadie so this might be terrible but i gave it a go! i hope you enjoy this!! :))

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Gosh you absolutely hated your father sometimes. Not only had he ruined your plan for a relaxing weekend but he had dragged you off to one of his business parties again.

You had all these plans to get new dresses fitted at the tailor in Blackwater before heading home for a warm bath on your families Estate. You were so excited too, since the entire property would be yours for three days. Granted that didn’t include the array of maids, bodyguards and groundkeepers that worked on the Estate but for three peaceful days both your parents and siblings would be out of your hair.

That was until you received a letter from you father requesting you be dressed in your finest gown and make your way to Saint Denis immediately in order to arrive by sundown. Your family had been in the oil industry for many generations now and were extremely wealthy, even more so with the downfall of Leviticus Cornwall and these business parties were just one of the many responsibilities you had to attend to.

The whole point of the party is to make polite pleasantries with potential business partners and establish connections on to where your family’s company could grow. And it was so, so boring.

As you walk down the steps you see a young woman leaning against the carriage with a shotgun in hand. She’s dressed in slacks and a red waistcoat and a large leather jacket draped over her shoulders. Her beautiful golden hair is just peaking out from underneath her hat and her soft amber eyes match it perfectly. Wait a minute…beautiful??

“Who the hell are you?”

You hear her scoff before she rolls her eyes at your bluntness, some may call it rude but you’ve always preferred blunt or honest. Your father always told you that was more lady-like.

“Don’t get so upset Missy, I’m Sadie, your bodyguard until the regular guy comes back. I’m only here to take you to Saint Denis and I’ll be long gone.”

You huff angrily as you hold your hand out to her waiting for her to help you onto the carriage but she never does. Fine, you’ll do it yourself.

“It’s Madam to you and his name is Hamish.”

You hear her mumble a ‘whatever’ under your breath and get comfortable in the carriage. You signal to the driver up front to get the carriage moving as you watch Sadie mount her horse and ride up front. It was going to be a long ride to Saint Denis.

-

To say the ride was long was an understatement. You spent the first two hours staring at the seconds go by on your platinum gold pocket watch and twiddling with the ends of the ribbon in your hair. It was all rather boring until there was yelling from outside.

Fear wells in your stomach at the riders approaching, all heavily armed and with a murderous look in their eye. You anxiously grip the side of the carriage, looking out the window as Sadie and the two other guards aim their weapons high.

When the shooting starts, you hide between the lush velvet seats of the carriage, doing your best to avoid the gunfire. You’d never been one to defend yourself, its why your father had guards do it for you. You could’ve never matched to a woman like Sadie. So you’re complimenting her now? You’re in the middle of being shot at!

All your thoughts are interrupted by a scream, one you’ve now realised is your own as the carriage is flipped and sent you flying. Your back hits the door which barges open under the force of your body hitting it, leaving you lying in a puddle of mud.

You’re frozen for a moment, your body still trying to catch up with your adrenaline riddled mind. What the hell just happened?

Eventually the shooting stops and Sadie is running over to you in a panic to see if you’re okay. Her hair has fallen from her pony tail and strands of her blond hair blow over red cheeks from running.

“Are you alright?!”

“You ruined my dress, look at it! I can’t go to the party like this— and my hair! Oh my god my hair!”

Sadie stops dead in her tracks. Here she was worrying over your safety after not only saving your life but putting her own at risk and you’re more worried about your hair.

“Now listen here Missy, I did not put my ass on the line to save you just so you could whine about your— Oh jeez you’re bleeding.”

She rips her leather glove off with her teeth before bringing her surprisingly soft hand to your face. Its then you realise the cut on your cheek bone that must have come from the shattered glass of the window when you fell out.

You’re lost for words, mumbling incoherently under her touch as she takes the ribbon from your hair and begins to use it to stop the small trickle of blood there. She’s so concentrated and focused on your wound that you can’t help but blush under her intense gaze, feeling like the fool for speaking out.

“I’m sorry…”

She sighs, dropping the bloodied ribbon and puts her gloves back on.

“Ain’t nothing to be sorry for Missy, common now, let’s get you to the party.”

She takes your hand and leads you to her horse which is huge up close. Much larger than when you saw it back at the Estate. Her arm comes to wrap around your waist so she can hoist you up and sit you side saddle on her horse before hopping on herself.

When she starts riding you nearly fall of the large creature and wrap your arms around her waist out of fear of slipping. Sadie voiced that she didn’t mind you holding on and the rest of the ride was spent making pleasant small talk.

You learnt that Sadie’s horse was called Hera and that she was her pride and joy. She worked in all sorts of jobs as a gun for hire, working as a bounty hunter and personal body guard most of the time, she even told you of her most recent bounty of Shane Finley.

You were amazed at how brave and wild Sadie was. How she didn’t fear working on a job that could get her killed at any moment, no she didn’t shy away from it— instead she ran straight towards danger.

“I feel like such a bore compared to you, all I do is attend parties and lounge around the Estate all day. When I’m feeling extra adventurous its a trip to the store for some cakes and maybe a new dress not hunting and killing.”

You can hear her smile in front of you, a little laugh coming from under her nose.

“I’ve met plenty’a boring rich folk Missy, you are not one of them. For starters most of them don’t find themselves falling out of carriage windows on their way to dinner parties.”

The playful tone is enjoyable for you both and it continues through the rest of the ride. It seems like ‘Missy’ is a nickname that’ll be sticking with you for the meantime but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t like the way it made you smile and your heart skip a beat.

-

It was dark by the time Sadie pulled up to the party, hitching Hera and this time, taking your hand to help you down. Her hand didn’t leave yours until you were standing out the front gates where she dusted as much of the mud off your dress as she could muster. Her hand came to her neckerchief and untied it before ripping it in half.

You gasp at what she was doing to the fine fabric before she was tying it in your hair where the ribbon had sat, tucking the loose strand behind your ear.

“Now you’re looking like a real lady.”

She gives you a gentle nod before making her way back over to her horse.

“Wait! You’re not coming in? I thought you were gonna protect me?”

Sadie gives you a soft but broken smile, one that says she’s trying not to hurt your feelings.

“I handle outlaws and thieves not parties for the rich, you’ll handle yourself just fine Missy. Ain’t no more for me to do I’m afraid.”

You take her hand in yours squeezing it in a silent plea for her to stay. Despite the rough beginnings, you’re actually enjoying her company and would hate to see her leave.

“Will you wait for me…please?”

-

When the party ends you sigh defeatedly. You’re tired and worn out from today’s attempted robbery and excruciating party. You’re expecting to do home in one of your father’s carriages when you spot Sadie leaning against wall with a cigarette in her hand.

“Common Missy, It’s my job to see you home safe.”

That night as Sadie led you home on the back of Hera, your arms came to wrap around her as they had before. You cuddled up to her as you let out a soft yawn and slowly began to drift off to sleep. Your head rested on her shoulder as you slowly let sleep consume you, a large smile on your face.

Needless to say you now have a new personal body guard.

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Let’s say England has a long-term girlfriend he knows isn’t the biggest fan of marriage bc her family had been really really pushy (before she got the heck out of dodge) about her marrying + reproducing ASAP. How might he react if she came to him and said she was kinda starting to like the general concept of marrying him — that is, the whole ‘together forever’ bit. Thanks!

I confess darling that I have been trying to finish this prompt for well over a year, and I offer my sincerest apologies that it’s taken me this long to finish it. Still, despite my tardiness, I hope you enjoy, and I thank you for your patience with me.

You had never intended to fall in love, not with the constant push of your relatives to fall in line like a perfect child.

First, marriage to someone they deemed acceptable, raising the perfect 2.5 children, followed by quietly settling into parenthood and complaisant contentment until the day you last drew breath.

Truth of the matter was, you had avoided all chances of romance for the first few years after you moved away from home, carefully slipping away from anyone who seemed remotely interested in you.

You knew your folks would have disproved such behaviour had they learnt the truth, but you couldn’t find it in your heart to care. You had your own dreams to pursue, your own story to tell, your own life to live; you didn't need someone by your side to feel complete.

You were happy as you were, finding enjoyment in your work and figuring out your place in the world.

You didn’t need, or frankly want, anything more than that.

That was of course until you met him.

Falling in love with Arthur Kirkland had been a complete accident. He slipped past all of your defenses and took up residence in your heart as if he had always belonged there.

It started out slow enough; at first you simply knew him as a familiar face from the cafe in Waterstones, steaming cup of Darjeeling and a chocolate croissant sitting forgotten on the table in front of him, always too focused on his reading to pay any attention to the outside world. After one particularly crowded Sunday afternoon, he began to transition into your favorite dining companion, the two of you often taking turns paying for each other’s food. Slowly but surely, you began forgetting about your books, too wrapped up in conversation, and before you knew it-

You had come to love every part of him- the gentleman that you begrudgingly introduced to your parents, the rebellious and passionate activist, the cocky and playful little shit who had long ago memorised all the best ways to disarm you, and the ancient soul who cared so deeply, who still stretched himself thin most days in effort to protect each of his loved ones.

You fell in love with his voice, whispering sonnets and sonatas and sweet nothings in your ear while his arms cradled you from behind.

You fell in love with his eyes, still losing your footing sometimes when the light caught them just right, dreaming momentarily of summer forests and grassy glades and the misty dews of spring.

You fell in love with his smiles, from the satisfied grin at stirring up Peter’s ire to the breathless wonder each time you kissed or complimented him, to the bright, beautiful, blinding smile he wore when he was incandescently happy, his entire countenance iridescent from his joy.

You loved him completely- for his devotion, for his sweet gestures, for his damned impishness, for his wit, his sass, and the soft spoken affection.

You loved him: for his patience, for his recklessness, for his resilience, for his possessive pride that was somehow more charming than alarming.

He was unique, an enigma that, even after having lived together for years and dating even longer, kept you on your toes, his energy and random spouts of spontaneity proving to you that, even if you spent one hundred lifetimes with him, he would always remain a puzzle you would never fully solve.

And by God did you want to.

Arthur had stolen your heart away from you before you had even noticed he was close enough to take it, offering his own in its stead.

You had remained reluctant, confided in him your fears about settling down, how much you dreaded becoming trapped in a monotonous rut of tedium. He was quick to reassure you, showing through words and actions far more impassioned and teasing than he had ever shown prior, that an eternity with him could never be boring.

Even on quiet days, like today, with a steady drizzle painting the world in greys, Arthur humming quietly while adding another patch to his denim vest, and no other disturbance apart from the cat’s chittering at the robins playing in a puddle by the iron fence- Even now, you weren’t so much bored as you were pensive.

You had been thinking about a future with him a lot in the past few days, some irrelevant ad on your mobile about wedding venues catching your attention and slithering into the back of your mind.

What kind of wedding would he like? Would Arthur prefer something small and intimate, or would his hubris crave a larger venue, giving him yet another chance to prove to the world that he belonged at your side, no one else?  You couldn’t help but wonder if he would wear his uniform or a suit, if he would leave the rats' nest he called a hairstyle untouched, or if he would perhaps slick it back in that way that somehow made the normal rakishness disappear, a confident, refined cavalier standing in his place.

You knew of course that none of this mattered unless you actually talked to him first; as far as you were aware, he was content with the current arrangement, and he respected your views of marriage.

He had known, for a long time, just where the grim outlook stemmed from, and he never breached the subject again.

But now-

You had thought it was enough to hold his love, his faith, his vulnerabilities. But life was so fleeting, and now those few things were no longer enough.

You wanted to wake up every morning next to him, wanted the cheesy partners’ towel and flip flop sets. You wanted the physical reminder that you held his heart, the comforting reminder that he completely possessed your own. You wanted to be by his side forever, holding his hand through the good and the ill, facing new worlds and challenges and the uncertain future together.

You knew the risks, of course.

Marriage to a Nation carried an even heavier burden than the simple oath of “till death do us part.”

No, marrying Arthur would mean weaving your entire lives together, binding you on a spiritual level far surpassing mortality; it would mean sacrificing your chance to ever grow old, to eternally give yourself away: heart, mind, body, and soul.

But this was Arthur, who sang showtunes in the shower, who spent hours making silly faces at the cat, who was ridiculously competitive about Halloween costumes, the man who sat down and memorised the entirety of The Tempest in one night just for the bragging rights.

He already owned your heart, constantly invaded your thoughts and daydreams, and God knew he had long, long ago claimed your body, making certain not a single millimeter of his new territory went unexplored.

Would it really be so bad to give him your soul, too?

Glancing back up, seeing his eyes narrowed in concentration, his fingers handling the needle with expert precision, lips slightly parted, reading glasses fallen halfway down his nose-

You knew your answer.

It was always going to be Arthur for you, only Arthur.

Forever, should he have you.

But now you faced the challenge of telling him that.

It should be simple enough; you really held no more secrets from him, and he no longer bothered trying to hide anything from you. You loved how open you were with one another, cherished the honesty that served as the very foundation to your relationship.

But the truth was that you were terrified.

It had been so long since either of you had spoken of marriage, since the topic was even a thought in your minds, and-

What if he didn't want you anymore?

What if he-

"I can see the steam coming outta your ears."

The unexpected presence of Arthur's voice startled you, eyes darting back over to the very man who was unwittingly tormenting you.

He had barely moved from his earlier position, though his glasses had been pushed up into his hair and he was studying you curiously, if not bemusedly.

"You good there?"

By default, you nearly responded with an affirmative, some playful, lighthearted thing that would have dismissed his concern immediately. You cut yourself off mid-start, then, while shifting to sit properly in the armchair, you decided to push forward. "Can we talk?"

You watched as his expression shifted, revealing his concern as he tied off his thread, setting aside the patchwork and gestured for you to join him on the sofa.

There were a few awkward moments where you took up your favourite positions, Arthur tossing an afghan across the pair of you despite your insistence that you didn't need one, the flicker of a grin as you begrudgingly thanked him, and then shifting around as you both got comfortable, but soon enough-

"Alright, now; talketh at-eth me."

It was impossible to fight the smile his choice of words triggered, a reference to an inside joke so old now that you could scarcely recall its origin. Seeming to deem it a success, his own soft, reassuring smile greeted you.

"Seriously though, luv-" His hand came to rest atop your own, his fingers gently tapping a familiar rhythm against your skin. "What's troubling you?"

You were half-tempted to offer something short of sincerity, something innocuous and mundane that you could both laugh over and forget again within a few hours. Yet, you knew that if you didn't tell him now, didn't ask him now, you would never find the courage again.

"I've been thinking-"

"Ah. A scary premise in its own right."

"Oh, shut up," you retorted to his tease, smacking his arm for his troubles. He rewarded you with a grin, all fondness and mischief. Opting to ignore him, you pressed on, eyes downcast to avoid whatever judgement he may offer.

"As I was trying to say earlier, before I was so rudely interrupted-" The teasing fell off, and the worry crept back in. "I've been thinking. About us."

"O-oh?"

Were you not so consumed by your own anxieties, you would have noticed his stutter, would have seen the sudden tension in his posture, the fear in his eyes. As it was, you were completely oblivious to all of it, and made yourself continue at his prompting.

"I- I think I'm ready."

He mimed the word "ready" to himself, parroting it with utter befuddlement. "For wha-"

"I mean, I know I wasn't for such a long time, and-" Suddenly, you were off, half unhinged. Now that you had admitted the truth aloud, it was all rushing out of you, everything you had come to love about him, everything that-

A finger pressing firmly against your lips stopped you mid-tangent, and when you glanced up to find piercing, blazing emerald focused on you as if you were the very center of the universe, whatever remained of your ramblings disappeared entirely.

"What are you trying to say?"

A simple question, so easy to answer, yet it carried with it the weight of Infinities, demanding nothing save the truth, in its most basic state.

You were lost in his gravity, half-drowning in whatever this new feeling was. It was addicting, another riddle to be solved.

"Marry me."

Time stood still, the words weighing heavily in the space between you, now seemingly insurmountable despite being no more than mere decimeters.

Arthur showed no reaction, revealed no indication that he had even heard your plea, your query, your command, your request, and yet it echoed over and over in your own mind, the tone, the weight, the untimeliness-

Every facet- from your inflection to chosen tempo- crescandoed as an accusation, a mocking symphony that he would reject you, that you would be left with only the haunting strains of your ill-conceived proposal.

And yet-

There was a hesitation in his eyes, the face of a man who wanted wholeheartedly to believe what he had heard, but had been burned far too often in the past to dare allow himself hope.

"You-" His eyebrows furrowed, eyes narrowed as he studied you once more, only for the suspicion to disappear again almost immediately, disbelief swiftly taking its place. "You're serious?"

It was then that you finally read his nervousness, understood the strange emotion reflecting in his eyes.

You had lead him to a precipice, the vast Unknown before you both, and-

And he was just as fragile as you were, even if he was better at hiding it.

You gave his hand a light squeeze, hoping to ground you both, and offered him a nod. “If you’ll have me, anyway.”

His eyes flickered between your own, darting back-and-forth so quickly in search of a lie, of any doubts, of any hint that you were less than certain- yet you knew he would find none of that.

“What about your family?”

The question took you by surprise; in the moment, you had completely forgotten anyone else even existed.

You weighed his question carefully. Marrying Arthur would give your family leave to gloat in self-satisfaction, and you knew with absolutely certainty that they would hold it over your head for the next three decades. But looking into the eyes of the man before you, remembering all that you had already seen and done together, you found that others' opinions no longer mattered, really hadn't mattered in a long, long time.

“I couldn’t care less about them. Arth-”

Whatever you were going to say was forgotten as he closed the remaining distance between you, moving so swiftly that you scarcely had a moment to steady yourself before he captured you in a searing kiss, one of his most passionate by far.

Somehow, despite the suddenness of it all, the initial force, the intensity- 

He was being incredibly gentle, and moving slowly enough to almost be more a torment than a treat. Almost.

You found yourself lost in a daze when he finally pulled away, just enough for each of you to catch your breaths, just far enough that he could study you with rapt attention. You could have drowned in his eyes, endless greens magnetizing in their intensity. His hands were still cradling your cheeks, still holding you firmly in place, a not completely foreign expression creasing his features.

You couldn't quite place it, even as your memories shifted desperately in search of its mate.

"'If I'd have you?'" His words, a rhetorical refrain of your own mere moments earlier, were scarcely a shared breath between you, murmured in timbre so low it summoned a shiver. There was the smallest twitch of his lip, his head tilting ever so slightly as more of that damned deviousness made its presence known. "I fully intend to have you regardless, luv. But the formality of it all certainly adds a particular je ne sais quoi, wouldn't you agree?"

You'd be damned if he knew just how that made your heart flutter, if he knew just how much weight that reassurance had lifted from your shoulders.

Carefree, content, you offered a playful smile. "Till death do us part then?"

Arthur no longer bothered trying to restrain his smile, soft and sincere in a way that left you breathless. "I'll love you till even the stars go cold, my dear."

Thanks for reading~

[apimpnamedlo]

That’s just my Baby Daddy (headcanons)

warnings: fluff, a little angst, mentions of pregnancy

A/N: These are just little headcanons I thought up with @shisoaya 🥰 Thank you bby for keeping my head straight when it comes to these men.

Enjoy!

Eren

For starters, your first bundle of joy was conceived in the last year of your college careers.

Unfortunately, you couldn’t convince Eren that just because you were on the pill DID NOT mean that he could “shoot up the club” 😐

He probably got the message loud and clear when you passed him a positive pregnancy test.

He was probably really upset that you two didn’t have anything together, but you wanted to keep the baby and he respected your decision. Thankfully, this man had a reason to buckle down and start taking his studies seriously. By the time you graduated, he graduated with marks thats showed his effort. Please be proud of him 🥺 he did it for you and the baby!

Gets all of his teachings from Carla and unfortunately, has her and his dad on speed dial whenever you mention the slightest of things.

Mumbles to your stomach in the sweetest broken German, getting a head start on bonding with his baby. He’s really just so sweet 🥺

Wants to know the gender IMMEDIATELY. He’s at every appointment with high hopes.

Probably tears up at the little shoes he comes across, and will walk around the store with a matching pair for the three of you until you reluctantly agree to let him buy them.

You two have a perfectly healthy baby girl, and from that point on Eren has TWO apples of his eye.

Later on in life, Eren took time to make sure the both of you had another one just so that your oldest wasn’t lonely. Your second was a boy. Even then when your home wasn’t rowdy enough? The two of you sat down and discussed adoption. A few years after going through the process, you brought home your second sweet little boy.

He’s so proud to have completed such a loving family with you.

And all it took was him wanting a nut LOL-

LEVI

This man didn’t think about kids when the two of you got married. Honestly, he was probably waiting on you to take the first move when you were comfortable.

But when you asked him to start trying, who was he to say no?

It took time and preparation. Levi wasn’t producing a high enough cell count, and a baby seemed so far away. It seemed over time, the two of you tried everything.

When the light of having one looked a little too dim?

You called him at work with the big news. Finally you two were blessed with a baby.

You think your nesting was bad? Levi was horrible when it came to having the house spotless in the duration of your pregnancy.

Doesn’t want to know the gender until the baby is born. This man is more than excited to be surprised.

The both of you are all too familiar with the house smelling as sterile as a hospital.

Once, Hange came over just to hang out with him and before they could even sneeze? Levi was spraying the air with disinfectant 💀 and them-

Bright side? He’s going to spend so much time with your bump as possible, making sure the baby knew he loved him and that he’d be there for them always.

He’s a master at making soothing teas for your stomach or anything else that’s bothering you. I wouldn’t be surprised if he took up giving you rub downs whenever you asked just to make sure you’re always happy. 

And don’t mention the fridge full of whatever you were craving or things to make meals you asked for any time of the night.

Surprisingly enough, yours and Levi’s son was born on Christmas Day, the same as their father. Smooth, evenly scheduled process on his part, he really got things done aside from labor. It really was a miracle that day because out of the pictures you do have with the often stoic man, his smile of pride and joy made everything worth it.

ZEKE

Ever heard of the term one and done?

Zeke has. He wants a kid, but he’s just so busy.

He really makes sure to make sure to work on the two of you first, the first few years of marriage being blissful and full of nothing but communication.

Zeke probably would worry about making the same mistakes as his divorced parents, and that’s why he steadily worked through himself to prepare to give your child nothing but love and support.

Don’t worry. He’s building his fortune in the duration of his residency, and honestly all that’s left is to be able to swipe a card without checking his balance. After that?

He’s on you like white on rice.

Planned sex is definitely a thing with you two, carefully calculated to your fertile windows. This man is skipping work to make sure you two conceive, leaving meetings or family/friend outings without so much as a bye 👋🏾 You two have a baby to make

Before you got pregnant, he definitely tries his best to stop smoking cigarettes 🥺

He’d like to be surprised. Probably will invite your close friends and family to a gender reveal.

When you conceived, he probably already knew. This man studies the hell out of you. The slightest thing will bring his attention to you, and just like that he’s gonna know.

Knows how heavy the baby would get so definitely picks up your belly when you look like you need the relief 🥺 He’s such an observant daddy-

Like Eren, speaks German to your baby but his is much better and thicker in accent. Zeke will speak to your baby and compliment you while he’s at it. He can’t wait to teach them 🥰

“Your mother has to be a warrior to carry you.”

“Calm down, little one.”

BASEBALL. ONSIES. ALL OVER. This man is READY to play catch with his kid, no matter what.

Will argue with the doctors at your appointments. He just will. If he can’t attend, bet your ass he’s gonna chew someone out over FaceTime for even the slightest mistakes.

When your son is born, Zeke is definitely scared after all of his preparations. Would he be good enough? Could he keep his family together? Could he really be the doting father that his son needs?

When he looks into his eyes that are an exact copy of yours?

He’s sure he can.

JEAN

I don’t think you two were trying, but the pregnancy was surely a welcomed surprise.

He’s a mama’s boy, so be prepared to be catered to every second of the day.

Still is gonna complain tho, with the stupidest smile on his face.

Wants another and THIS ONE ISNT DONE BAKING YET-

Honestly, I think Jean would want to know the gender immediately because he’s a little too excited for a baby. And he’s so happy to be having a little girl 🥺

The two of you are probably going to butt heads on names a lot. The two of you have a list of names that are stubbornly crossed out, and you only get two options until one is left standing you agree on.

Is probably plotting out the cutest little outfits with his mom, who’s making sure her son is taking GOOD care of you.

You definitely are going to eat probably the best with him during the pregnancy.

I don’t make the rules, this man’s daughter has him wrapped around his finger when she’s born.

The both of you are neck and neck when it comes to checking her 24/7 the first year of her life. Cant be too careful, right?

ARMIN

Definitely wants kids.

Would be another planned pregnancy, but the surprise came in the form of two sets of feet.

That’s right 🥺 He’d be the proud father of ✨identical ✨twins.

Armin is so gentle through the entire pregnancy. He’s always studying how to best care for them, quietly prepping your home while you rest to house your growing family.

He’s the one to remind you to take your vitamins daily.

You’d be so cherished 🥺 The bby is becoming a father, and he’s gonna be emotional about it. Not out of fear, but the pride and joy just well up sometimes, ya know?

Wants the gender to be a surprise for a gender reveal he planned 🥺🥺🥺🥺 I wanna have a baby for him too-

Has an app on his phone telling him how big your baby is, what they’re the size of, etc.

Slow dancing in the delivery room? I’ve got to say, Armin wouldn’t be scared to get in there and help you through the entire process. He’s probably the most hands on.

When the twins are born, Armin takes sweet time in learning his sons and the littlest things about them. He knows them by how they sneeze, the look of their little toes and the thick mess of hair that looked like a mixture between the two of you

10000/10 would make this man a daddy.