#the child in question: *screaming from a distance* THEY ARE NOT MY PARENTS

[steviesbicrisis]

Eddie, at the hospital post Upside Down, is out of it because of meds and keeps blabbering nonsense. Dustin visits him with Steve and Eddie keeps referring to him as his son.

Dustin replies jokingly with "Yeah and this is your husband, Steve" and rolls his eyes.

And if Eddie has some memory of parenting Dustin, he doesn't recall ever being in a relationship with Steve, which makes him come to the conclusion that he must've lost his memory.

Dustin feels immensely guilty as Eddie keeps apologizing to Steve in tears, for forgetting such a "wonderful and beautiful husband".

It goes on for a few days and surprisingly, Steve gets quickly adjusted to being Eddie's husband.

When Eddie is finally better and doesn't need that many painkillers, he still remembers how he acted around Dustin and Steve.

He's too embarrassed to face them again so he asks his uncle to keep them away if they ever come to visit again. And they do.

Steve barges into the hospital room "What the hell is going on?"

Eddie can't blabber anything coherent so Steve presses "Do you want to divorce me? is that it?"

To which, for some unknown reason, Eddie takes offense to "What the fuck, Harrington?"

"Oh, I'm 'Harrington' now? great" he replies, clearly pissed "No, fantastic! You'll have a word with my lawyer."

"Lawyer??"

"I'm taking Dustin and you'll have to pay for child support!"

"You can't take Dustin! He's my kid too!"

Wayne and Dustin observe their whole discussion from the entrance door, too scared to come into the room.

"Does Steve really have a lawyer?" Wayne muses.

Dustin turns to him, scandalized "They aren't married! I'm not their child!"

[sunkissedbedard]

late nights | nico hischier

a/n: i have risen from the dead ! i wrote this fic inspired by one of my old ones from my previous blog and thought who better to write for this than our beloved nico ! not edited so i apologize for any mistakes ! i hope you enjoy & please send in requests ! 🤎

warnings: none! absolute fluff 🤎🧸

tags: dad!nico x fem!reader

word count: 1.1k

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

The wails of your newborn stirred you awake from your peaceful sleep. It had become a routine, the moment you had found a position that was comfortable for your healing body and your eyes grew heavy, the deafening sound of an upset newborn brought you right to your feet, rushing into the nursery to aid your newest addition to your growing family. What had made it even better, the clock on your nightstand had read three-thirty-five, exactly twenty-four minutes since the last time you had gotten up to soothe your daughter to sleep. 

You drag your hands down your face, then up towards your hair, entangling your fingers within and pushing it out of your face in frustration. Becoming a parent was something you had always dreamt of when marrying Nico. You knew from the moment your relationship grew serious that he was going to be the father to your children. But the extensive diaper changing, shocked you; who knew a small human could make that much of a mess, simply from breast milk. You knew you were going to be a good mother, learning each day that your daughter grew, but when all of your diaper changes, feeding, cuddling and soothing went to waste by the loud, heart-wrenching wails, it made you doubt your abilities. You questioned what it was that you were missing to decode the newborn, and how others made it seem so simple. 

You had tried every “New Mommies Club” suggestions, articles from professionals, and even resorted to your own Mother’s tactics; letting your baby cry herself to sleep. 

That lasted a mere five minutes before Nico urged you to check on your daughter, warning that he would find a way past the door you barricaded with your body, whether you were in the way or not. 

You listened to your daughter let out one more scream before both Nico and you cradled her and rocked her to sleep. 

You quietly padded your feet along the dark, hardwood floors of your bedroom, slowly pulling the door to the hallway open, being mindful of your husband, Nico soundly sleeping with his back turned to face away from you. However, that was after he had gained your attention by planting soft kisses to your shoulder to wake you and alert you of your crying daughter. 

Walking the short distance to your daughter’s nursery across the hallway of your home, you push the door open, seeing your daughter maneuver beneath her zipped up sleep onesie. As you approached, and turned the dim light beside her crib on, you watched her mouth open with a distressed look on her face, letting out a tired cry, making your heart ache and tears well in your eyes. You wished it was easier, you wished you could have a simple solution to allow her to sleep, yet nothing seemed to work. 

Your bottom lip pushes out as you pout and reach to grab your daughter from her crib, bringing her close to your chest and instinctively rocking her softly. Her cries were muffled by her face being against your chest, but she still let out soft whines. 

You rubbed your hand against the fabric of her onesie, making more attempts to put her to sleep while pacing the room. By surprise, it hadn’t worked, so you walked towards the reading chair Nico and you had placed in the nursery when decorating for your expecting child. 

Pulling a blanket from the basket beside the chair onto your lap and up to your shoulders to provide your baby and you more heat and comfort, you hum her favourite lullaby to calm her. 

After finishing the song, you planted a kiss to the top of her soft, peach-fuzz hair, “my angel,” you cooed, “please do Mommy a favour and go to sleep, it’ll be so good for you.” you attempted, although you knew she wouldn’t understand a single word that came out of your mouth. Your daughter still fidgeted in your grasp, making small noises, which you knew meant she wasn’t tired. 

“Why doesn’t Mommy pass our little munchkin over to her Daddy so he can try to put her to sleep?” You hear from the doorframe. You look over to see a shirtless, half-asleep Nico rubbing his eye to come to his senses as he enters the room to where you were, reaching his arms out towards you. 

You frown with empathy, knowing Nico’s efforts were because of his delicate and precise attention to you. It’s what you loved most about him. He knows every little quirk and pet peeve you have, knows you inside and out, so when he watches you carefully hand your daughter over him, he gives you a sad smile, seeing the exhaustion written on your face. 

Your daughter was only just past three months old, and ever since she has entered the world, she has been destined to be Daddy’s princess, and Nico loved it. He knew there would never be a moment missed where he wouldn’t do anything for his daughter. 

Nico placed your daughter against his bare chest, whispering soothing words into her little ear as he slowly paced the nursery, and after only a few minutes of you watching Nico work his magic, your daughter was sound asleep in her crib, and the two of you exited quietly back to your own bedroom. 

Nico finds himself under the covers again, the duvet covering just up to his hips, exposing his bare and toned chest, and you slide yourself into bed, laying against his chest with his arm falling behind your back, rubbing your side. 

“I don’t get it,” you mumbled against Nico’s chest, feeling the vibration of your own voice reverberate against your cheek and Nico chuckles at your remark.

“She’s a Daddy’s girl, what can I say?” 

“It’s not fair,” you protest, “just wait until we have a boy, then he’ll be all over me and want nothing to do with you.” You affirm with a confident nod, lifting yourself up to look into your husband’s eyes. 

Nico only grins, revealing his mood-changing smile, making your heart melt. 

“So you want to have another? You just gave birth, which is pretty life-changing if you asked me.” 

You shrug nonchalantly, “only 2 more months until we can start trying again. I want to keep making mini-versions of us.” You smiled. 

“I would give anything and everything to continue growing our family with you.” Nico says as he reaches his hand to your cheek, pulling your face down to his and connecting your lips into a soft, but intimate kiss.

You both pull away at the same time, cheekily grinning at one another.

“Anything and everything.”

[jeankluv]

You are my dad - Gojo Satoru & Fushiguro Megumi

summary: Megumi finally gets the courage to tell Gojo how he really views him

words: 0,6k

tags: manga spoilers for chapter 268, dad-son dynamic, Megumi’s pov and centric, canon fixed, a bit angst (?), happy ending

Jujutsu Kaisen materialist

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Megumi hesitated on whether to go to him or not, it hadn't been more than five minutes since Gojo had returned to his body and of course everyone had wanted to welcome him, but he was still standing there, while he looked at him from a distance and felt a shiver run through his body as he remembered the last time he had seen his benefactor, but was he really?

Being in the abyss, alone, he had thought about everything, about his sister and about that eccentric man who 10 years ago, had appeared at his house and welcomed him and Tsumiki under his cloak.

For years he thought he only did it because he was interested, but as the years started to go by he felt like Gojo Satoru was truly fond of him and his sister. He would take them to the park, he would help him with his technique and encourage him with it.

Gojo never pressured him into anything and he always made sure they were okay, happy, healthy, etc..

Maybe Gojo Satoru never realized it, but there was a point where he stopped being the young twenty-something who paid their bills and became an important part of Megumi and Tsumiki's lives. Megumi didn't want to acknowledge it and only realized it when he saw Gojo's lifeless body on the ground. Megumi felt like many things had been left unsaid, his personality hadn't let him express himself properly.

But now Gojo Satoru was there, smiling as if nothing happened.

“Oh! Megumi!” His soft tone called him. “I’m so happy to see you are okay…” Gojo started to walk towards Megumi. “That Sukuna…”

Megumi couldn't take it anymore and hugged Gojo as if he were a little child again, a child seeking refuge in his parents' arms. He heard his friends in the room being surprised and Gojo standing still for a moment, but that didn't last long because Gojo quickly hugged him back.

“Wow, who would have thought that Megumi would react like that when he saw me again.” Gojo joked.

“That letter…” Megumi began, he didn’t know exactly how to say what he wanted to express correctly, but he could feel his sister's courage hand on his shoulder, telling him to keep going.

Gojo looked at him with a question mark drawn on his face. “Huh?” And then something turned on in him. “Oh that, yeah your dad, he…”

Megumi took a deep breath and shook his head. “You didn’t kill him.”

“Pretty sure I did.” Gojo said. “I’m pretty sure I used purple…”

“No, you didn’t… because you are my dad. And you are still here.” Megumi finally said it.

The room fell completely silent and Megumi completely separated himself from Gojo, looking at his face that was in a trance-like state.

Gojo carefully turned to Ieiri. “Shoko could you slap me? I think I’m still dead.”

“Sure…” Ieiri put her cigarette aside and slapped Gojo in the face.

“Ouch!” Gojo cried out. “That was hard!”

“You asked for it.”

“It seemed like you were just ready to do it.” Gojo said, and Ieiri simply smiled.

“You deserved it, for putting all of us through so much stress.”

Gojo rolled his eyes. “Whatever…” And turned back to Megumi. “Megumi… you… really see me like your father?”

Megumi felt embarrassed talking about that in front of everyone. “I guess…” He shrugged.

“Oh…”

“Wait! Gojo-sensei is crying?!” Kugisaki screamed.

“Oh it’s true!” Itadori said this time. “Gojo-sensei made Fushiguro laughed and Fushiguro made Gojo-sensei cry. Amazing.”

“I made you laugh?!” Gojo wiped his tears away. “When?!”

“With that silly letter, well it wasn’t even a letter but yeah you did.”

“Oh my.” Gojo gasped. “And you see me as your dad, ah! I’m so glad to be back.” Gojo hugged Megumi once again. “Are you going to start calling me dad?”

“No way!”

“Why not? How about calling me dad Satoru?”

“No!”

“Okay, okay, dad Gojo?”

“No!”

Megumi separated from him and started to run away while he smiled and Gojo followed him still giving names.

“Alright, how about dad Gojo Satoru, nah that sounds terrible.”

“No.”

“Dadjo!”

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Note: I really needed to write this, I really need them to reunite and be happy as the father son duo they are 😭

[teenidlegirl]

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀𝓑eauty 𝓞f 𝓣his 𝓜ess ౨౿  ׅ ۟   ֪ 𝓒hapter 𝓕our

ઇ ˚ ݂ ֹ ꒰ military!miguel 𝓍 fem!neighbor!reader ꒱ ! ۟ ׅ ♡

ׄ   ׅ ྀ 𝓢𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. you encounter a few problems in your apartment. luckily, your handy next door neighbor comes to your rescue. his kindhearted actions keeps leaving you speechless.

ׄ   ׅ ྀ 𝓒𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓. fluff, swearing, pet names, tension, little angst, reader has arachnophobia (a little self-indulgent), terrible military knowledge, backstories, miguel is a sweetheart

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a quiet saturday to relax.

the gloomy weather as a cherry on top. gray, puffy clouds covering the sky. gentle breezes passing by, flowing through the trees. the forecast said it would rain later in the afternoon. oh it’s just perfect.

the perfect weather to snuggle on the couch with a blanket wrapped around you, a few snacks on the coffee table, watching your favorite movie or show, and luna laying beside you. the perfect day off.

as you head to the bathroom and turn on the light, there is a thick black spider in the corner of the ceiling. you let out a terrified scream like you’ve seen a horrifying monster. well, technically spiders are horrifying creatures to look at. not to mention your terrible case of arachnophobia. you’ve hated spiders since you were a child. while playing outside with the neighbor kids, a spider was crawling on your arm and you screamed bloody murder.

you’ve been traumatized since.

when you lived with your parents and roommates in college, someone else would kill the spider when you found one. they were understanding, although they would pick fun at you sometimes.

but now, as a young adult living on her own, there’s a fucking spider in your bathroom and the entire floor must’ve think you’re being murdered.

luna is barking and running up to you as you bolted out the bathroom. she barks when you’re scared. you try calming her down so your neighbors don’t get upset while your heart is pounding like a fucking drum. blood pressure through the roof.

you screamed so damn loud that someone is knocking on your door.

oh fuck.

the last thing you want is an upset neighbor and might dial 911 for a ridiculous misunderstanding.

approaching and opening the door with shaky hands, your next door neighbor stands in front of you with the biggest concerned look on his face.

“what happened? are you hurt?” he sounds a bit breathless. eyes filled with panic and chest heaving.

a huge wave of embarrassment hits you, making you grimace. you were right, your neighbor believes you are screaming bloody murder.

“no no, i’m fine. it’s just— oh god.” you groan, that wave of embarrassment hitting you like a fucking brick. a hand covering your face, rubbing the temples of your forehead frustratingly.

his frown deepens, growing more concern. miguel was about to repeat the two questions but you manage to speak up again.

“i’m so sorry. i didn’t mean to scare you, i just—“

“what happened?” he sounds more serious, desperately wants to know the issue.

you close your eyes and inhale a deep breath, preparing to embarrass yourself in front of your next door neighbor. “there’s a big ass spider in my bathroom and i freaked out.”

you spit it out so quickly that you believe he can’t understand at first, but he did.

a big weight was lifted off his chest. the panic leaving his body. you aren’t hurt, that’s good. his expression relaxes a bit but his brows remain furrowed.

a spider scared you, seems natural.

but the scream you made tells him that you are deadly afraid of it. a scream that made his heart stop. miguel never bolted out his apartment so quickly.

“do you need me to kill it?”

you finally look up at him, taken aback by his offer. “oh- no, it’s okay. i’ll probably just spray poison.”

from a great distance, you thought.

“i’ll kill it so you’ll feel safer.” miguel insists.

did this man just make your heart skip a beat for the millionth time?

yes, he did.

you shake your head. “no, it’s okay, seriously. i don’t wanna bother you with my stupidity.”

“hermosa, leaving you alone with a spider that made you scream will bother me.”

how is this man so fucking nice?

you also don’t miss the new pet name, making your cheeks more warm than they already are.

a hinge of guilt lingers in your heart. this man has fixed enough of your problems, he can’t fix more. especially a stupid one like this one. although he did insist on you asking him for help when needed. and you know he won’t stop insisting until you give up.

with a quiet sigh, you accept. “alright…”

moving to the side, you allow him to enter your apartment once again. you show miguel to the bathroom, stopping in front of the door. you offer him the poison but miguel insists toilet paper is enough. his hand will finish the job. although, he still takes the poison as extra precautions.

miguel notices the hesitation and fear illustrated on your face. the noticeable distance you set yourself between the bathroom door. your hands folded together and pressed against your chest, a sign of fear. the sight makes him frown.

he also noticed the lack of eye contact. miguel can sense the embarrassment and it’s completely understandable. he doesn’t blame you one bit.

although, he does wish to see your eyes for a second.

as miguel heads into the bathroom to deal with the bitch ass spider, leaving the door closed so you don’t witness it, you remain outside waiting anxiously. scooping up luna in your arms and holding her for comfort. the harsh thud makes you jump a little.

miguel killed it. bless him.

you hear the toilet flushing as miguel exits the bathroom. the bitch is gone for good.

“it was hideous.” he says amusingly.

you softly chuckle. “yeah, thank you.”

“of course. you okay, now?”

“yeah now that the bitch is gone.” that earns you a soft chuckle from him. “sorry for scaring you, you probably thought i was murdered or something.”

“you did sounded terrified but i’m glad you weren’t hurt. it’s okay, don’t feel bad about it.”

“my bad case of arachnophobia explains it all.” a soft, awkward chuckle escapes your lips.

he frowns ever so slightly, lightly nodding. “it’s understandable. if there’s a spider, don’t hesitate to call me over.” miguel said sincerely.

this man keeps making your heart flutter with his sweet acts of service and kindness.

walking back to the living room, you past by your bookshelf which miguel stops in front of when he notices one of the shelves is slightly crooked.

“you need a new shelf.”

his statement makes you turn around, glancing at the crooked shelve. “oh- well, it isn’t that bad. it seems fine.” you shrug.

miguel looks at you with a disbelief expression. “fine? chica, the poor shelf is on the verge of breaking.” he gestures at the shelves. “those books will fall.”

you wave off with a hand. “it’s fine, give it three more months then it will collapse.”

to you, it really did seem like it was just slightly misplaced and can still manage.

to miguel, the shelve looks like on its last brink considering the amount of books on it.

you have a lot of books, he thinks to himself.

it’s not a bad thing. people have their hobbies. it’s just fascinating to him. miguel wonders how many books do you read in a week? or maybe even a day?

“give it three more seconds and it will collapse.” he said. “let me fix it for you.”

you simply blink at him, surprised. “no, you don’t have to. you already killed a spider for me, you don’t have to do anything else for me. plus, that isn’t a big a issue so don’t worry.”

“hermosa, do i have to remind you that you can always come to me for help?”

okay, again with the new pet name.

it makes you weak.

“ya sé, but that i don’t need help with that shelf. at least not now, it’s perfectly fine.” you said nonchalantly.

one of his thick brows quirks, a deadpan look settled on his features. “i’m two seconds away from walking back to my apartment to grab my tool box.”

this man really never backs down. there’s really no need for him to fix that dumb little shelf for you. it does look fine, to you at least. but your heart can’t deny his kindness and you know he offered to fix things for you. for free, as a reminder.

there’s no point of arguing because it’ll waste both your time. in the end, you accept his help, causing miguel to break into a little smile.

how could you say no to that smile?

⠀⠀⠀⠀𓂃 ୨ ₊ 𓂃 ౨ৎ   𓂃 ₊ ୧   𓂃

miguel is fixing your shelf and you’re in the kitchen cooking dinner. he’s been too invested in fixing it to realize you’re making dinner for you both. that’s how you’re repaying him, he just doesn’t know it yet.

“your shelf is fixed.”

pausing the cooking, you quickly walk over and see the now fixed shelf. not that crooked anymore.

“thank you.” you flash him a smile, he hums in return.

you return to the kitchen, miguel following you curiously after putting away the tools in the box, placing it on the marble counter.

“¿qué estas haciendo?” miguel asks softly beside you, peeking at what you’re cooking.

“teriyaki chicken, one of my favorites.”

“qué rico.” the smell of the sauce invades his senses, causing his stomach to rumble a little.

you feel him stepping away, turning around to see miguel about to put on his shoes.

“adondé vas?”

“home.”

“you’re not leaving without food.”

he quirks a brow amusingly before lightly shaking his head. “i appreciate it, chica but i’m okay, gracias.”

“you helped me today so i’m repaying you with food.” you place your hands on your hips, standing in sassy posture. “i ain’t taking no for an answer.” you smirk.

the hint of authority in your tone intrigues him. his lips match yours. he got a hint of your sass at the bar with all your friends that night. to see your true self, sassy and interesting sense of humor yet caring. just so authentic with some sass, miguel was intrigued.

that’s why he couldn’t stop admiring you that night.

he was given the privilege to see the other side of you, the true side. you aren’t just his neighbor.

“pues… i can’t say no to that smell.” he smirks, eliciting a soft laugh from you.

after serving yourselves, you offer to do it for him since he’s a guest but miguel kindly insists he’ll do it himself and to not worry, you sit at your little dining table across from each other.

“wow… that was the best teriyaki chicken i’ve ever had.” miguel gently wipes his mouth with a napkin.

“oh you’re being too nice now.” you playfully roll your eyes, unable to hide your smile.

“en serio.” he smiles. “it was really delicious. it’s different from other ones i’ve had, it was incredible.”

you shake your head, smiling. “well, kudos to my mom. she makes it the best.”

“she’d be very proud.”

the comment warms your heart.

“reading is your hobby, huh?” he asks.

you nod. “since i was a kid. it relaxes my mind, especially after a long ass day at work.”

“favorite genre?”

“murder mystery, or sci-fi.”

“i noticed the amount.” he gestures at the bookshelf.

“can’t help it, they’re that good.” you chuckle.

miguel chuckles as well. “i don’t doubt it.”

“is building things your hobby?” resting your elbow on the table, you place your chin in your palm.

“robotics club, remember?” a smirk on his face. “still do, when i’m not away.”

“you said you served 9 years, verdad?”

“sí and still counting.”

“what made you decide to sign up, if you don’t mind me asking?”

miguel goes silent for a few seconds. you notice how his eyes immediately tear away from yours. the way his shoulders tensed for a moment.

oh fuck, was that too personal?

you’re about to apologize but he finally speaks.

“my brother wanted to, i signed up with him.” miguel reveals. “he always wanted to join the military since we were kids. he wanted to be a soldier, like the bucket o’ soldiers from toy story. i couldn’t let him out of my sight so signed up with him.”

your heart warms at the adorable story. “brothers stick together, huh? that’s cute.”

the corners of his lips twitch ever so slightly, not a complete smile like before. “este güey, pinche loco. couldn’t leave him alone for 5 seconds without him getting his ass busted.”

“the glories of having younger siblings.” you chuckle.

miguel nods. “you too?”

“no, i’m actually the youngest.” you laugh softly. “i wasn’t getting my ass busted, though.”

that elicits a chuckle from him. “how many?”

“two, a brother and sister. my sister is the oldest.”

as you tell him stories about you and your siblings, you realize miguel never mentioned his brother’s name. you’re curious to know.

“oh by the way, you never told me your brother’s name.”

you notice his shoulder tense again, seems hesitant to answer your question. it worries you a little. each time you mention his brother, he tenses.

“gabriel.” he reveals.

a nice name.

“it seems like your mom really liked the ‘el’ part.” you joke, softy chuckling.

silence follows after, making you look at him to see the solemn look on his face. his gaze on the empty plate in front of him instead your own.

fuck, you might’ve pushed it too far.

what’s going on with you tonight?

“i’m sorry, that was rude of me to say—“

“don’t be, please.” miguel quickly reassured you. “it’s true, she did like the ‘el’ part. she did like matching things with each other, even with her own kids.” he offers a kind, small smile. his gaze back on yours.

his smile makes you feel a little better. you offer one of your own, sharing gentle smiles.

glancing at the two empty plates, you reach to collect his plate but miguel grabs it and yours, standing up from his seat.

“wait, i got it—“

“don’t worry, chica. i can take them for you.”

“you’re a guest, you shouldn’t have to.” you try to take the dirty plates from him but miguel slowly moves them out from your reach.

“you cooked for me, i should wash them.” he insists in a gentle manner.

“es mi casa, i’m the one who should wash them.”

“at least let me help you.” miguel pleads.

you really insist that he shouldn’t since he’s a guest but you know arguing over a topic that doesn’t need to be argued about is unnecessary.

you accept his help but only to pass the dishes, you still insist on washing them. miguel simply laughs at your stubbornness but agrees, saying as long as he gets to help you. plus, you can’t deny that smile.

once the dishes are done, it’s time for miguel to return to his home considering it’s dark outside.

“thanks for your help today.”

“siempre. your dinner was delicious, gracias.”

“be expecting that more often.” you smirk.

“you don’t have to, chica.”

“i want to, it’s my gratitude.”

miguel can’t help but chuckle, appreciating your kindness. luna slowly approaches him, her tail wagging as she sniffs at his feet.

“she likes you.” you glance down at her with a smile.

“i’m glad she approves.” he jokes.

you say goodnight each other, thanking miguel one last time before he leaves. you close the door once you see him enter his place. scooping luna in your arms and shutting off everything in the kitchen, you head to your room for the night.

just as you past by, you stop in front of the bookshelf. you stare at the newly built shelf miguel did for you today. the sight and memory makes the corner of your lips curl up into a smile.

a memory you won’t forget.

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( 𝓝𝐎𝐓𝐄 : special shout-out to @aphinthestars for the bookshelf idea! thank you for helping! dedicating this chapter to you! )

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[writershapeholeonthedoor]

Dog days are over

Pairing: Elizabeth Olsen x Fem!Reader

Summary: Elizabeth isn’t a dog person… but you are. After the puppy interview, you try to convince your girlfriend to take one of them home.

Disclaimer: English is not my first language. It was inspired by the iconic puppy interview, obviously, but I changed the questions to fit the plot.

MASTERLIST

“Oh, my God,” you uttered at yourself under your breath, immediately bringing a hand to cover your mouth and stop a laugh from escaping as you watched the scene unfold in front of the cameras.

You were sitting behind the expensive equipment among the technical team while you all watched your girlfriend, Elizabeth, sitting in the middle of the room with several puppies surrounding her as she tried to answer the questions being thrown her way. It had been complete havoc since the start, something you had predicted when Elizabeth first told you she agreed with that interview - an internet success, which you had watched many other actors doing it before. However, Elizabeth kept her distance from most animals and you were waiting for the chaos that was going on right now.

What you didn’t expect was that a black puppy would jump to try to bite her hair and just fall on her chest, causing Elizabeth to squeak before she could stop herself. You had to hold your laugh the best you could so you wouldn’t disturb the recording, but you almost slipped when you saw your girlfriend trying to cover up her reaction by laughing and awkwardly scooping the puppy into her arms. You usually didn’t tag along to her interviews - especially because sitting behind the camera all day was boring as hell - but Elizabeth had asked you if you wanted to go with her and you didn’t think twice before saying yes. The reason? That scene right there. A slightly panicked Elizabeth holding an overly excited puppy who was waggling his tail and trying to lick her face.

Well, the fact that there were going to be cute puppies also convinced you to be there.

Elizabeth might not be used to being around animals like that, but you grew up surrounded by them. Since you were a small child, your family had a dog, which ended up coming home pregnant one day and the house was suddenly filled with eight other puppies. Your mother managed to give two of them to other family members before you started crying and screaming saying you didn’t want them to go, and that has been it. You grew up surrounded by dogs. When you left for college, you couldn’t adopt any dog since they took so much time, but you entered your dorm one day and found a black cat sitting on top of your computer, and that’s how you ended up with a new pet. The cat, unfortunately, was already a bit old and he ended up passing away a couple of years after you left college.

Since then, you hadn’t gotten any other pets because you lived in an apartment and had a demanding job that kept you away most of the time, but you loved going back to your parents’ house because they still had many dogs and some other animals - your father still hadn’t explained how they ended up with a tortoise, but you were fine with it.

So, yes, you were having the time of your life.

“Are you a cat person?” The question made by one of the interviewers brought your attention back to the scene in front of you.

When Elizabeth quickly replied with a short “nope” you laughed before you could stop yourself, but luckily you weren’t the only one since everyone else in the room shared the feeling. It also made Elizabeth laugh while she looked around at everyone else and struggled to get the black puppy with the blue collar out of her lap at the same time. Her eyes met yours for a brief second, something that made you smile softly even if you could see the silent ask for help behind her green eyes.

“Is it obvious I’m not a dog person?” Elizabeth wondered out loud with another laugh. “The way you said that like ‘so are you an any kind of animal person?’” She said, trying to sound like the woman asking her the questions. “Are you a bunny person?” She joked in the end, which only made everyone laugh again.

The dog in her lap finally gave up trying to lick her face and ran away to play with his little friends, and you saw how Elizabeth visibly relaxed, having a small break from the cute attackers for once. You were still smiling at her, unable to believe how cute your girlfriend was, when you felt something touching your feet. You looked down and saw that one of the puppies had run into you while playing with a toy and you didn’t think twice before leaning down to pet the cute dog. That was the puppy that seemed the most excited about Elizabeth since the beginning, jumping into her as soon as they saw her, and you received the same treatment as her. That made you smile even more widely and your eyes raised for a moment to see how your girlfriend was holding up before grabbing the toy from the floor to toss it away for the dog to chase.

You could have tossed it to the other side, you could have. Instead, you tossed it right on Elizabeth’s feet and then watched the puppy skid with the little paws to reach the toy. Elizabeth was answering a question you hadn’t heard, her attention away from the dogs, so when the puppy jumped on her again she yelped even louder than before in surprise at the sudden attack.

“Oh, God!”

You bit the inside of your cheek to hold another laugh, but you saw someone giving you a thumbs up for helping in getting that scene. You weren’t sure if your girlfriend realized it had been you who threw the toy at her, although you were praying she didn’t.

“I don’t have a dog,” you heard Elizabeth commenting with an awkward laugh when another puppy tried to get into her lap. She tried to move the first one, but he wasn’t having it, so she reached out for the toy to squeeze it. It was, obviously, the wrong choice because that only made all of the puppies rush to her to try to take it. “Okay, okay, okay…” She repeated the same word countless times while trying to dodge all of the dogs jumping on her and, finally, she threw the toy away, which made all of the puppies run away to get it. “I don’t remember what was the question.”

“You were telling us what are your hobbies,” the interviewer reminded her.

“Oh, yes.” Elizabeth nodded and opened her mouth to reply, only to be jumped by the puppy with the red collar again. She tried to move out of the way, but that only made the dog fall with his paws almost inside of her shirt. “You like the inside of my shirt, I see. You would get along with my girlfriend just fine.”

The laugh that resonated around the room was the loudest it has been since the start of the interview and, even if you were one of the people laughing, you still tried to make yourself look smaller in your chair when everyone turned to look at you. You felt yourself blush and you met Elizabeth’s gaze again just to shake your head at her little joke, but she just laughed and then had to avoid another jumping puppy from hitting her face.

“Since you talked about her,” the interviewer started, “can you tell us about how things are going? You recently moved in together, yes?”

“We did,” your girlfriend replied with a more contained smile. Elizabeth didn’t have a problem talking about you during her interviews - she knew it was going to happen when you both decided to go public about your relationship - but she tried to avoid giving out many details and always tried to change the subject as fast as she could. “People always say we only know who someone really is when you have to share a house with them,” she joked. “But things are going great. Aside from the occasional wet towel on the bed, there hasn’t been any trouble.”

The interview continued after that with the same level of chaos. The dogs kept jumping on her or running around like crazy, there was a poop incident and even a moment where you were sure Elizabeth was regretting putting herself in that situation, but she managed to answer the questions and all the dogs - and Elizabeth - were alive in the end, which you counted as a victory.

Once the questions were over, someone asked Elizabeth to stay in her spot for just a few more minutes while they collected the dogs to take them away again. You had gotten up from your chair since you felt like you needed to stretch a little bit and you were about to pull out your phone to check the time when you saw three of the puppies running towards you while fighting over a toy. Without thinking twice, you sat down on the floor and quickly reached for the toy.

“Hey, now, don’t fight!” You said. They all started to jump to try to get it from you and you felt your legs and arms being scratched with their little sharp nails, but you didn’t mind. It wasn’t their fault and, honestly, you were almost used to that. “Play nice, kiddos,” you asked before throwing the toy away.

To your surprise, not all the puppies rushed to get it. The black puppy with the red collar, that had been among them, decided he wanted to climb your lap instead and that’s what the dog did with his wobbly legs and waggling tail. You laughed happily as you decided to help him by picking him up and pressing him against your chest while you brought your other hand to scratch behind his ear.

“You’re so cute,” you cooed before pressing a kiss on top of his head. In return, the puppy raised his head to lick your chin and you let him do it. “Do you like me? I also like you, boy.” As soon as you said that, though, you paused and picked him up with both hands so you could hold him in front of your face. “Wait, are you a boy?” You turned him a bit to take a look and gasped when you put the dog back against your chest. “You’re a girl! No wonder you were trying to look at Lizzie’s chest!” You declared while trying not to squeeze the dog too much. “I don’t blame you at all for that!”

No one would be able to tell if you were joking or not since you were being so serious while saying that, but thankfully everyone was too busy trying to pick up the running dogs or putting the equipment away before the wires got chewed or something. You didn’t move from where you were sitting playing with the cute puppy and letting her lick your hands and face while all the other dogs were picked one by one to be taken away. You could already feel your chest tighten with the prospect of letting the black puppy go as well, even if it sounded crazy that you had gotten attached to her so fast.

Since you were too busy cuddling the dog, you missed when Elizabeth got up and walked towards you, getting startled when her voice sounded just by your side. “Why is he so calm with you when he was trying to murder me a second ago?”

You looked up and your lips quickly curled in a smile when you saw Elizabeth standing there with her hands on her hips while trying to pretend to be mad. “She wasn’t trying to kill you, babe,” you defended the dog. “She was trying to show you love!”

“That’s some aggressive love,” Elizabeth scoffed.

You laughed. “Yes, because she’s a puppy. She has too much energy. They get calmer when they get older.” Just as you said that, you raised the dog to your eye level again and kissed its snout. “Right, little princess? With a few walks and a lot of plays, you will grow up to be a lazy dog.”

As if she could understand you, the dog barked and tried to lick you again. You cooed and hugged her, but, before you could say anything else, a man approached you while chasing another puppy. You decided to help him out by reaching out with your arm to stop the puppy from running past you, but you still didn’t let go of the dog in your lap.

“Thank you,” the man said as he leaned down to scoop the dog.

“Of course,” you replied before you saw another person bringing a cage. “Where are these cuties from?” You wondered when curiosity got the best of you.

“From a shelter, ma’am,” the first man answered.

“Oh, so they don’t have a family?”

“No, ma’am. Their first event will be this weekend. The shelter organizes a fair to try to find their animals some owners.”

You made up your mind before the man was even done talking. You knew it was insane to even think about it, but you couldn’t help. The puppy in your arms had already won your heart, you couldn’t deny it. Besides, you have been working from home since you got a new job and you certainly had the money to take care of a pet. It could work out perfectly.

Elizabeth seemed like she had read your mind because, when you slowly turned your head to look back at her, she was already shaking her head. “Absolutely not.”

“Lizzie,” you tried to call out her nickname to soften her heart - exactly how you did it every time you were trying to get her to agree with something.

“No, Y/N.” Elizabeth kept her ground, firmly letting you know it was not going to happen. “We’re not taking a dog home with us.”

“But it’s not just a dog,” you complained while raising the puppy for her to see the cute little face. “It’s this little princess.”

“No,” she insisted. “No dogs. No little princess who tried to kill me either.”

“She didn’t try to kill you, I told you that,” you argued and then, because you could feel you were going to lose the argument, you went for your last weapon. A pout. “I promise you I will take care of her, you don’t even have to do anything! I will keep her fed and change the water, and take her for walks, and take her to the vet, all of it.”

“That’s not the problem, Y/N.” Elizabeth sighed. “I’m thinking about all of the mess. And the smell.” She added the last part while throwing a glance at the place where the puppies had pooped before, her nose scrunching adorably when she remembered the awful smell. “Look, I know you like animals, but we’re not getting a dog.”

“Lizzie,” you tried one more time, putting the dog down and pouting as well. It was now or never. “Pretty please? She won’t even get that big and we have so much space around the pool where she could run and play. We don’t need to let her go inside the house even.” Which you know was a little lie since you wouldn’t be able to keep the dog outside, but that was a problem you could solve later. “And I know you like animals, you just don’t… have much practice.”

“And I intend to keep that way.”

You sighed sadly at that and looked down at the dog who had gone oddly quiet during all of that conversation, as if she knew she shouldn’t interrupt. With a sniff, you leaned down to kiss the dog’s head before you let your cheek rest there. It was like saying goodbye to someone from your family.

“Oh, no, are you crying?” Elizabeth now sounded completely in panic, but you had your own emotions to deal with. You just shook your head, clearly lying since you could barely see anything after tears formed in your eyes, but you also didn’t want to seem stupid crying over it either. “No, my love, please don’t cry.” Elizabeth crouched in front of you and you briefly saw her wide green eyes staring at you like she had no idea what to do. “You can get a fish! What about that?”

“Okay,” you mumbled with a trembling voice without looking at her. You didn’t want a fish, although you couldn’t get enough energy to explain that to her. Besides, the lump in your throat wouldn’t allow you to form a phrase anyway.

“My love, please don’t be upset,” your girlfriend tried again, sadly this time. “I don’t like when you’re upset.” All you did was shrug. “I love you so much, my love, but-”

Before she could finish her explanation, the dog in your lap wailed so miserably that it made you hug her tighter and look at Elizabeth again.

Ironically, that’s what broke her.

Elizabeth closed her eyes and pinched her nose for a few seconds before she shook her head to herself. “I can’t believe I’m about to do this,” she whispered while staring at the ceiling above you and then she finally let out a sigh and looked at you. “Okay, fine, you can have the dog.”

“Oh, my God! Really?!” You didn’t wait for her confirmation. You just threw yourself at her, almost taking both of you to the ground, and started spreading kisses all over her face. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you…” you kept repeating it non-stop.

“Okay, okay.” She pushed you away when it became clear you wouldn’t stop anytime soon, just to raise her index finger while she started listing some rules that you both knew would eventually be broken. “The dog must stay outside, you will take full responsibility for it, you will have to figure out what to do when we decide to travel together, and the dog is gone if she ever causes a single leaf from my garden to break.” Then, Elizabeth turned her attention to the dog, pointing at the puppy and raising her eyebrows. “And I mean it.”

“Did you hear that, pup?” You asked the dog while pointedly ignoring what Elizabeth said. “You’re going home with us!”

The dog picked up on your happiness and started to jump in your arms while trying to lick both of you, but Elizabeth quickly moved away and got up. “God, it has been a second and I’m already regretting it.” Just when you were about to get worried she might change her mind, Elizabeth added: “Wait here, I will see what we need to do to take the dog home.”

“Wait, Lizzie,” you called her before she could take another step away and she turned around at you in expectation. “Come here.” She rolled her eyes, but did as you asked. “Closer.” Again. “Closer.”

“Only if I climb in your lap, but my seat has been taken.” Elizabeth glared at the dog, but you could see she didn’t mean anything by it.

You chuckled and raised your chin. Once again, your girlfriend rolled her eyes although she leaned down to give you a kiss. “I love you,” you whispered when she pulled away.

“You better,” Elizabeth replied with a huff.

“Really, I love you so much.” You pecked her lips one more time.

She sighed and kissed your forehead. “I love you too, my love.”

Elizabeth had just started to leave again when you asked: “Can we call her Wanda?”

“Don’t make me change my mind,” was the reply you got even if she didn’t even turn around to say it.

You only laughed and hugged the puppy again. You could convince her about the name too.

[yuri-is-online]

I imagine Deuce!Yutu is either A. The Ultimate Honor Student with perfect grades and a plsmile that makes old nannies and mothers swoon (Yutu: "Thanks, its because me and my parent are the local "weirdos" I had to overcorrect and become a golden child (':") OR B. just as bad as pre-NRC Deuce was, a gang member who'd jump anyone who'd look at him wrong (but still cried until he was sick when he watched My Girl (1991) behind Yuu's back. They told him not to because they knew it was sad, he didn't listen).

I imagine Yuu's main memory of Deuce to their Yutu was how much Deuce believed in self-improvement and redemption, always trying to be a better man, which either version of Yutu can't help but admire or respect, despite their complicated feelings over their absent father.

Upon meeting him in the "current" timeline as a student, A or B either can't help but give Pop's an A for effort, despite missing the goal sometimes or finds him a little cringe for being such a tryhard.

I had to google the movie you mentioned and got jump scared by it taking place in Pennsylvania. Pretty sure I have driven through the place it's supposed to be set before... and fuck just reading the synopsis made me cry I don't think I could watch it ;-; poor Yutu should have listened to his parent.

notes: they/them used for Yuu, for context on the fyuuture kid au can be found here and here.

I feel like I have read too much Tokyo Revengers because... we can have both: an honor student with a delinquent mean streak sounds like a good set up for Deuce! Yutu. Not that I think he would behave like Kisaki does exactly, but still. Dylla mentions in the White Rabbit event that she wasn't on the best terms with her mother when she was a teen, and we know about how Deuce was in middle school, so the idea of Yutu having a bit of a temper and rebellious streak to him does make a degree of sense. Sadly, I think that extends to his interactions with Yuu... so things are about to be angsty on two fronts today.

Much like Deuce, Yutu was just the cutest baby. He loved all things cute and fluffy. Bunnies, kitties, puppy dogs, he was such a sweet little kid who really loved chasing around butterflies in the great outdoors. He really loved to read, and learned how to do so at a very early age. When Yuu was having a bad day he would pick out one of his favorite books and insist on reading them a bedtime story so they could take a nap without any nightmares. If he was especially worried he would bring his favorite nightlight with him.

Not that anyone would ever dare to suggest it given what Yutu is like now, but he was very afraid of the dark as a child. He still is, there's just something about the void that exists in the darkness that screams danger to him. When he's isekaid to Twisted Wonderland it evolves into an extreme fear of blot and phantoms. I'd like his unique magic to have something to do with light or stars, something inspired by the Second Star to the Right from Peter Pan? I think it would be cute for someone afraid of the dark to be able to provide their own light.

When Yutu reaches middle school there's a noticeable change in his relationship with you. He's still polite, still bringing home good grades and unoffensive comments from his teachers. But he's a bit cold, as if he is purposefully putting emotional distance between you. His friends all treat you respectfully, but you just have a feeling, left over from somewhere, that you know what is likely going on but you can't put your finger on what. He gets angry when you try to ask questions, yelling something about how you just don't understand, maybe even throws in something about this being your fault...

I wrote about Riddle! Yutu having some fights with Yuu, but Deuce! Yutu's fights are so much worse. While Riddle! Yutu typically comes out of his room blubbering big fat tears ready to apologize, Deuce! Yutu feels the need to double down and save face. He does believe his parent has amnesia, he's seen how they act, but what he does not get is why they insist on feeling so fond of his dad and refuse to move on. In his mind their life could be a lot better if Yuu was willing to be honest with themselves about who his dad probably was. Yutu is very hung up on why Deuce felt the need to be redeemed, focusing on self improvement is all fine and good if you are someone worth redeeming but he's not around for Yutu to judge. And Yuu doesn't remember...

He's young, stupid, and angry, and he takes it out on anyone who looks at him wrong. What's worse for authority figures who want to help is that he's veeeery smart about how he does it. When he jumps someone you can bet there won't be cameras around to see it. When the police start troubling Yuu about what he's doing it's mostly just in the hope that they'll be able to talk some sense into their kid rather than to arrest Yutu or anything like that, but it doesn't work. Yutu gets to see the same thing that his dad did all those years ago, his parent crying because of his behavior but there's no grandparent Yuu is asking advice of. Since I am in the mood to be extra cruel, let's say the day that fight takes place, the day Yutu sees Yuu crying is the day he hears a very important name for the first time.

Deuce. His father's name is Deuce and the reason why he wasn't around was because he was from the other world that came to swallow up him and his parent the instant they began to remember. He doesn't get time to cover up the signs of his rebellion, or really a chance to say sorry. He has to look Grandpa Crewel in the face and admit that he made Yuu cry and added to the overly stressed mess their life had become. Everything they said about Deuce was true, and what's worse he was like him.

I feel like Deuce would be the sort of person who wanted to make a lot of home videos. Cater probably would be too, but he'd store most of them on his phone and I think that would be lost to time by the time his Yutu came home. Maybe it's because of the ghost camera, or his desire to be an "honor student" evolving into wanting to be an "honorable husband and father" but Deuce totally bought a video camera to take cheesy videos to show Yutu as he grew up. Instead the kid gets to see fragments of a life he could have had as he listens to his dad tell him about his life and how he met Yuu.

"Honestly I have no idea why they said yes." Deuce is a dork. A complete dork who looks so... young and life like in the video. He knows what features he took from Yuu but watching Deuce talk, he can pick up on the ticks, the way his mouth sets when determined. The look of shock that always made Yuu laugh, it bursts into view when he hears Yuu laugh as they enter the frame to snuggle into Duece's side, to press their face against his cheek with a happily contended sigh. "Y-yuu you're making me look uncool in front of the baby."

"He's not here yet!" You giggle and for the first time in a long time Yutu feels himself choking up as he watches his dad get all silly looking at the thought of his arrival.

"We're really looking forward to meeting you kiddo. I promise, nothing will ever happen to you. I'm not going anywhere."

"Well. Technically kept that last promise didn't you." He tries to play it off like a joke, but Crewel isn't laughing and neither is Yutu.

Gets put in Heartslabyul, but isn't exactly determined to be an honor student like his dad. While Deuce enjoys a good fight or the feeling of the wind in his hair... Yutu mostly got into fights because he was angry and needed someone to take it out on. Because of that temper he struggles with learning and controlling his magic but he still does pretty well with the practical academic side of things. He's proud of his ability to understand these things, and takes a lot of comfort in knowing his dad would be excited at knowing he was good at things like math and science.

Like with the other Heartslabyul boys, he had to fight his father's phantom. He sees putting Deuce to rest as part of his penance for how he treated Yuu in the years leading up to getting isekaid. He refuses to go back in time until he's able to lay this version of his father to rest next to Yuu so he can promise both of them, to their faces, that he'll create a world where they all can be together and live as a family.

Deuce is extremely friendly to Yutu! He wants to learn as much about Yuu's world as he can so he can help them feel as at home in Twisted Wonderland as possible. He makes sure to let Yutu know that extends to him too once Yuu warms up to having him in the friend circle, Uncle Ace is much less enthusiastic but it's clearly from a place of care towards Yuu. He starts to warm up when he sees Yutu trying his hardest to tutor Deuce, though he claims it's because he just thinks it's funny but really it's because Ace wants to see Deuce succeed.

Very correct on his feelings about Pops. His dad is so wildly cringe it's unreal. His effort is inspiring until he starts getting embarrassed for losing his temper and stuttering, or seven forbid you look at his grades. The more he interacts with both of you the more certain he becomes that Deuce would never have abandoned him... and that he is so getting grounded when Deuce learns about how he treated Yuu. And what's worse is that Yutu sort of wants him to.

Surprisingly that's not what happens at all. When Deuce learns who Yutu is, whether by sleuthing or through a violent confrontation with a monster from the future, when the whole story is laid out before him and his son bows to beg for his judgement it doesn't come at all. His Pops yanks him up by the collar and turns him towards Yuu.

"Say all of that again to your parent." Deuce's voice is as stern as it is serious. Yuu looks distraught, not quite to the point they were on the day everything changed but getting there as Yutu immediately breaks down and chokes, crying and begging for your forgiveness and saying he's sorry as Deuce brings all three of you together into a strong embrace. "I'm not the one you need to make things up to, but it's ok. I know exactly how you feel and we'll work through things together."

Deuce doesn't feel like he can be overly angry at Yutu for taking after him. He does feel the need to apologize to Yuu, profusely and in private, for putting them in so much danger and not being there to help Yutu work through his temper. If I was writing this as a story, I'd make Yuu sort of afraid of Yutu's feelings? I could see them blaming themselves and things being a bit awkward within their relationship with Yutu where they had been very good before the reveal. With Deuce being the loving and understanding partner that he is, the bridge is once again mended and the whole family gets to indulge in hobbies that aren't beating the shit out of other people.

Yutu gets back into reading, and starts looking up manuals and histories of blastcycles so he has something to talk to his dad about. He was right about his dad being extremely proud of him for being smart, he's that classic mechanic working class dad who can't stop talking about his kid who went to college and has pictures of him in his garage he makes sure to point out to everyone who comes in. Said person is really just Ace who really wants to make fun of Deuce and Yuu for being cringe together but is too focused on this whole world ending thing and wants everyone to be more focused on that.

Deuce promises that he is, he has a lot of confidence in the ability of your little group to be able to win against stacked odds. You've done it before you can do it again. Yutu couldn't have picked better allies, he's really determined to show him that and be a dad his son can be proud of. He repeats his promise to Yutu that he's never going anywhere, even though the kid never told him anything about the tapes because he really means it. He wants that world little Yutu dreamed of and older Yutu swore to fight for to be a reality, and it's his job as an honorable dad and future husband (he gets so flustered when he says that) to be the one on the front lines of fighting for it,

... just please please please do not tell Yutu about the egg incident. He doesn't think he could handle that embarrassment.

[jakexneytiri]

Hi, I can request dad! neteyam x reader, where we kiss children very much and for a long time (as we do our pets, cats are cool) hehe

hii!! yes you cannn 🥰

i want to preface this by explaining what pillow kisses are:

pillow kisses are when the parent sits beside their child, grabs both sides of the pillow that their head is resting on, and lifts it up enough so they can kiss the child’s forehead, then gently places them back down. it is a repeated motion, for as many letters as there are in the child’s name, or how many years old they are, the parent can choose.

pillow kisses

⊱✿⊰ ⊱✿⊰ ⊱✿⊰ ⊱✿⊰ ⊱✿⊰ ⊱✿⊰ ⊱✿⊰ ⊱✿⊰ ⊱✿⊰ ⊱✿⊰

“txonuk! nima! come. time to get out of the water.” neteyam states, standing at the edge of the water with you, se’ayl, and tsantu.

neither of them move, still treading in the shoulder-deep water, giggling to themselves.

“we’re going make a quick stop to visit grandma and grandpa!” you say, trying to convince them to get out of the creek. jake and neytiri’s marui was on the way for you, and the children never missed an opportunity to see their grandparents.

nima gasps, but remains in the water, smiling to herself.

txonuk remains unphased, apart from treading in place.

“don’t make me come get you two.” neteyam says, in a slightly threatening tone.

keeping her lips just below the water, nima giggles, her laughter bubbling to the surface.

txonuk dares to even tread backwards, floating along the surface.

“very well.” neteyam wades into the water, disappearing below the surface.

nima squeals, frantically splashing now, looking around for her father in the water.

suddenly, txonuk screams, as neteyam resurfaces, grabbing and throwing him over his shoulder.

nima screams too, trying to swim away to the edge of the water, but neteyam scoops her up in his arms, walking both of them out of the water on his shoulders.

“daddy, downnn!” nima giggles, her laughter infectious.

“you had your chance, my mischievous children.” neteyam uses the hand supporting each child to begin tickling them, causing them both to erupt in a fit of laughter, squirming in your mates’ arms.

you take se’ayl and tsantu’s hands, as you walk the short distance to jake and neytiri’s marui.

swinging your childrens’ hands in yours, you approach the outside of your in-laws' humble abode.

“grandma!!” se’ayl shouts, letting go of your hand, running to her grandmother’s side.

neytiri turns, smiling as she crouches down to hold her arms out. “my sweet grandchildren, what a nice surprise.” she says warmly, kissing the top of se’ayl and tsantu’s heads, wrapping her arms around them.

“we went swimming at the creek!” tsantu says, happily.

neteyam sets both nima and txonuk down, who run to hug jake’s legs.

“the creek, huh?” jake asks, tousling txonuk’s hair and picking up nima.

“gwampa!!” nima squeals, wrapping her tiny arms around jake’s neck.

he chuckles, running his palm up and down her small back. “hi babygirl. look atcha, you’re gettin so big! ” he lightly tosses her in the air, which she loves.

“again, again!!” nima squeals, clapping her hands together.

“dad? momma?” txonuk questions, grabbing each of your hands, swinging them back and forth.

“yes, my son?” you both answer in sync.

“can we spend tomorrow with grandma and grandpa?” he asks, before yawning, rubbing a small fist against his eye.

you and your mate exchange a glance, before neteyam answers.

“i’m not sure, txonuk. grandma and grandpa are very busy, i-”

“of course they can.” neytiri cuts her son off, smiling at her grandchildren.

tsantu yawns, leaning his forehead against your leg. “mama, i’m sleepy.”

“this one’s gonna be out like a light any second.” jake chuckles, gently rubbing nima’s back, who’s eyes are struggling to stay open.

“we’d better get them home for a good nights sleep, then.” you smile and pick up tsantu gently, caressing the back of his head. you didn’t care that he was fully capable of walking himself, he was still your first born, and your baby.

neteyam takes nima from jake, gently removing her arms from around his neck.

kissing your in laws goodbye, you and neteyam lead your children home for the night.

entering your own marui, your children pile in, plopping on the mat where you all sleep, exhausted.

“mamaaa?” se’ayl yawns, grabbing her pillow.

“yes, my little love?” you say, kneeling to lay tsantu down.

“can you do pillow kisses tonight, please?”

you smile down at your daughter, tucking baby hairs behind her ear. “of course i can.”

“me tooo! i want kisses too!!” txonuk says, grabbing his own pillow.

neteyam settles beside you, his tail tickling your lower back. grabbing both sides of txonuk’s pillow, he raises his son’s forehead to his lips.

“t *kiss* x *kiss* o *kiss* n *kiss* u *kiss* k.” *kiss*

txonuk giggles the entire time, and neteyam joins, finding his son’s laughter contagious.

“goodnight, my little warrior. i love you.”

“night, dad. love you” txonuk yawns, closing his eyes.

you raise se’ayl’s pillow up, gently pressing your lips to her forehead.

“s *kiss* e *kiss* a *kiss* y *kiss* l.” *kiss*

se’ayl smiles, resting her hand on your cheek as she yawns, saying

“goodnight, mama. thank you for the pillow kisses.”

“goodnight, my little flower. i love you”

“love you.” she mumbles, half asleep.

moving to sit beside tsantu, you repeat the process.

“t *kiss* s *kiss* a *kiss* n *kiss* t *kiss* u.” *kiss*

tsantu raises his hands to your face then, pressing his lips to your forehead.

“goodnight, mama. i love you.”

“goodnight, my little warrior. i love you more.”

neteyam gently raises nima’s pillow up, as she’s already asleep, quietly whispering

“n *kiss* i *kiss* m *kiss* a.” *kiss*

and gently sets her back down, rubbing his thumb against her cheek.

“goodnight my little flower, i love you. sweet dreams.”

finally, settling in for the night, you lay down next to your mate, trailing your fingers down his chest to his hip bone, and back up.

you lean over then, placing a plump kiss to his lips. he reaches up, cupping your cheek as he quickly deepens the kiss. before it grows to anything too intense, he pulls away, smirking before whispering “i can’t wait to have you all to myself tomorrow.”

“mmmmm. g’night. i love you.” you mumble against his chest, as the sound of his heartbeat slowly lulls you to sleep.

“goodnight, my love. i love you more.” he wraps his arms around you, before drifting off to sleep himself.

[jackdaw-and-hattrick]

Hey Brother

Inspired by Loli-kolinaki by larunde

Dick and Danny Greyson were close. The nine and seven-year-old seemed almost more like twins. That was until tragedy struck the Flying Greysons, both parents dying and the youngest disappearing without a trace, leaving Dick to his own devices until Bruce Wayne came to the rescue. He would come to be known as Robin, then later Nightwing, never stopping his search for his missing brother. Over time, as no new evidence came forward, Dick became convinced his brother was dead. He would be half right.

Danny Fenton didn't have many memories from before he found himself in the Amnity foster system, but what he did know he treasured, holding soft memories of kind smiles and high-flying acts. He did his best to stay connected to his roots, maintaining his acrobatic training and Romani. Then came his accident, and all that took a back seat. The accident had an odd effect, bringing back memories of falling through the broad green he now knew to be the Ghost Zone. As his relationship with other ghosts improved, he began spending time with Desiree, both bonding over their shared heritage, separated by centuries as they were. She came to care for the boy (he would not call her good, never good, but she was sweet, and that was enough)

A twenty-one-year-old Dick was having what could be called a mental breakdown. Jason, his brother was dead, and the last time they’d talked had been a screaming match two weeks before his death. His adopted dad was midway through his own shitstorm and was generally being a bitch intent on getting himself killed as well, there was a literal child following them everywhere and the damn insult of a clown was still standing. He was high when he said it, with no idea anyone was listening, let alone the consequences it would have.

“I just... I wish I had my brother.”

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“So you have wished it, so it shall be.”

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Desiree at least had the decency to give Danny a heads-up before sending him to a separate universe to help mend his long-lost brother’s fractured life. The rules were simple; Danny could not do anything to reveal his identity, and could not return to Amnity until they knew who he was. He could use his powers, but quickly realized that if he was going to get through to his brother’s family he’d be best off at least pretending to be human. There was no Phantom without Amnity, instead, Gotham got Magpie, a man more on vacation than a mission with a spirit box on his hip and a penchant for areal silk.

Things maintained like that for a while. The Bat colony was making progress; Tim had been successfully put through therapy and had more or less stopped incessantly stalking Danny. That was until one day a chill ran down his spine. Danny did not know Jason Todd, so when he found the kid wandering around with no memories and a soul barely hanging on to a broken body, he had no idea that this was more or less his brother. Still, he took care of him, helping nurse him back to health. Eventually, Jason decided to start working with Magpie under the name Cardinal, keeping his distance from the Colony until such time as he can look at them without wanting to punch someone (luckily being Cardinal means he can do that without questions)

[utterlyvertigo]

A Mother’s Intuition…

“Surprise, my lady!” The sarcastic undertone gave Rio the air of wanting to be pummelled into the leaves. Agatha ripped the flower from her hand and slung it onto the road’s murky floor. Agatha went to scream, but it was interrupted by a low rumbling from the earth. Jen was the first to notice a hand, it grasped at Rio’s ankle. She audibly yelped and jumped back. The hand was bony, but youthful, its nails overdue a new coat of polish. The figure who pulls herself up appeared to be young, somewhere older than "Teen", yet clearly younger than Alice. “You bitch!” Agatha screamed upon recognising the figure, and she dove towards Rio, only to be held back by the rest of the coven, pleading desperately for Agatha to stay calm.

Rio picks the dropped flower up and offers a hand up to the girl. In what was likely an attempt to soften the blow of the situation, the girl addresses the rest of the coven. “I suppose two heads are better than one?” Agatha wasn’t soothed, she was agape. Then washed with emotion. Agatha took the girl into her arms. “Cassandra.” She greeted. Mere seconds later, she strode off in a tantrum.

“I thought you’d said she gave up her child?” Teen whispered to Jen, his tone unintentionally accusatory. “She gave her son up. That’s her daughter. Nobody touches a hair on that girls head. I have no idea why she’s here, what she’s doing.” Jen muttered back. “I… I’m gonna go check on Agatha.

Agatha was a good few boot strides further than expected, attempting to rein in her fury. “The… dangerous and charismatic lady is back. Are you okay…?” Teen asked, tentatively. “She has my daughter. You do the maths!” Agatha snipped. “Nobody "has" me. I’m not a puppy.” Cassandra stated. She’d taken it on herself to follow the boy, seeing as there was nought better to do. They couldn’t progress until Agatha had calmed down. Agatha sighed. “I know that! But did you really have to go to her?” She hissed, sounding remarkably like an oversized toddler requiring a nap.

“You said you’d come find me. After Westview. You never came! You threw me halfway across New Jersey and you never came back.” Cassandra accused, “I went to who I could! And it would have been nice to know who my other parent was seeing as she’s-” “Stop.” Agatha silenced. “She’s what?” Teen asked. Agatha didn’t respond. She kept walking, and the rest of the coven followed suit, Rio skipping happily along, as though this wasn’t some omen of doom. Cassandra knew better than to chase after her mother during a mood like this, so she hung back, letting Teen be the firewall.

Lilia, Alice and Jen had been hanging back too, staying a distance between the others, because of the palpable tension. “Hi…” Cassandra said, laced with clear awkwardness. Jen was the first to mutter a non committal “Hello” back. “So you’re Lilia, Jennifer and Alice, aren’t you?” She questioned. Alice perked up, “How do you know that?” She asked. “Leggings, Lawsuit and your Mother.” Cassandra admitted, respectively gesturing to each witch. “I’m Cassandra… by the way.” She added.

“Ace of Cups.” Lilia muttered.

“Pardon?” Cassandra asked. “She does that sometimes. We don’t really know why. Or where she goes.” Alice whispered, with a kind smile. That didn’t much help, but Cassandra had a feeling questioning anything on the road would end up with the same lack of understanding. So she just nodded.

And they went down down down the road.

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Hey gang! Whilst we wait for the poll to decide which chapter of lore we’re learning about next, I’ll leave both options in the drafts and give you this little bit of writing. Hope you love it xx

[disfiguredlovewrites]

— #Miss Korea

Rodrik Nacht x Fem reader, Sienna Nacht x fem reader (platonic), Aciel Nacht x male reader (mentioned)

Manhwa: The world without my sister who everyone loved.

CW: OCC actions and behaviour

Word count: 1530 words

Unedited

“We’re here.” Rodrik calmly stated as he gently poked his wife’s shoulder. “Hm…?” Y/n voiced out as she groaned and stretched. Stayed sitting for a bit before yawning and finally standing up. Her husband left the carriage before her, that way he can help her get down.

Aciel watched his parents, an unamused expression on his face. “Gentle now.” Rodrik said as he helped his wife get out of the carriage. Y/n gently hopped out, dusting out her dress as she started walking towards the orphanage, slightly excited.

Aciel decided to just stay outside while his parents went in, the romantic gestures they showed made him sick. “I hope we pick a girl, it’s tough being the only woman in this family.” Said gently as she hugged her husband’s arm.

He gently patted her arms as assurance.

Sienna prayed that the grand duke won’t choose her, she simply didn’t want to go with him, not with how she was treated in her past life.

As the duke walked by, she held her breath in, staring down at the floor. She watched as the duke’s shadow loomed over her, she prayed that it was just a coincidence. But to her shock (and horror) the duke got on one knee infront of her. Everyone in the orphanage gasped in surprise.

“Won’t you come to Nacht with me?” He asked gently, waiting for her answer. “Ah…” That was the girl said, she didn’t want to respond, until someone gently tapped her on her shoulder. “Ah…my name is sienna, pleasure to meet you…” She said gently as she bowed.

From the corner of sienna’s eyes, she saw another figure near the grand duke. As the duke asked the question again, he felt a light hit on his head. The man rubbed his head, his wife frowning slightly. “You’re scaring the girl.” Y/n said gently, her fist clenched. She then also squatted down and gently smiled at the girl.

“Sienna is a beautiful name, my name is Y/n! Would you like to come with us?” She asked as gently as she could as to not scare the girl. Sienna stared in shock, she didn’t remember a grand duchess, nor someone like y/n. It deeply confused Sienna as she stared at the lady.

“…Is there something on my face, dear?” Y/n called out gently to Sienna, worried about the child. Sienna realised something had changed, it made her head hurt a lot, before she could process it, she fell to her knees. The worried duchess called out to Sienna, so did the grand duke, trying to hold onto her incase she fell.

“No! I-” Sienna tried to distance herself away from the couple before collapsing. The kids yelled out in shock and horror. Screaming that she fell. Y/n immediately held the girl her arms, worried she may have gotten hurt. Sienna felt the warmness and she didn’t want to let go. ‘I don’t want to leave.’ She thought as she felt calm before fainting.

Y/n got worried as she cradled the child in her arms. The teacher immediately went to the grand duchess’ side. “Does..does this happen often?” She asked worriedly, Rodrik watched his wife from the sidelines as she calmly and gently rocked back and forth as she patted Sienna’s back. The teacher answered her as well as she could, mentioning anything she remembered about the kid. Y/n looked at the child in her arms and felt pity, she felt sad for Sienna.

Rodrik felt rage as he started telling his guards to takeaway the orphanage headmaster, he saw how the kids were clearly mistreated her, seeing how small all the kids were. Especially sienna, she was too small for her age.

Sienna opened her eyes gently to see the scene before her, she then heard the worried voice of Y/n. “Sienna! Are you alright dear?” She asked gently, brushing the girl’s hair gently. Sienna looked at the woman stunned but she didn’t want to leave her arms. It felt warm..and loving.

Rodrik then worriedly looked at the girl in his wife’s arm. Sienna thought that it was a good time for her to act like she didn’t want to leave. She started fake crying into the duchess’ arm, yelling she was scared as she fake sobbed.

“Can I not come?” She asked the duchess, who worriedly looked at her, patting the girl’s head. She then looked at her teacher and asked, telling Lisa (teacher) that she will be a good child. Rodrik watched, stunned as his wife tried to calm the kid down. The teacher explained to the couple that she must be scared to leave a place she was attached to, but she regardless said that Sienna was a good child.

Y/n felt sadness as she watched the kid, she knew what it felt like. She used gentle words and tried to calm the girl down. Sienna then started crying again, but for real this time. She sobbed saying she didn’t want to leave.

“Fine, sienna please don’t cry, we won’t take you, okay?” Y/n said gently before handing the girl over to her teacher. Sienna clinged to her teacher as she sniffled. Rodrik helped his wife up gently, affirming that he’ll come another day. Y/n dusted her dress, and bowed slightly, as they started heading away.

As they got outside, Y/n sighed gently, she gripped her dress as she thought about Sienna. She was worried to say the least. “Y/n, calm down.” She heard her husband gently say, holding her hands from further creasing her dress.

Aciel walked over to his parents in confusion and asked what happened. Y/n calmly explained everything, the best she could. Aciel listened quietly. Both the duke and Aciel felt as though as something bad was happening. So they both decided to head back in, telling y/n to wait in the carriage.

Y/n nodded, confused. She got back into the carriage with the help of Rodrik. He kissed the back of her hand and gently told her to wait. Y/n smiled while blushing gently, nodding. She quietly waited in the car for her husband and son to come back. Eventually falling asleep again as she waiting for them.

After a while, she heard a tap on the carriage window, which woke her up, her husband and Aciel was back, but this time with Sienna. She saw the teacher and sienna talked after she help put the child into the carriage.

She gently greeted the kid who only shyly nodded in response. She patted Sienna’s head, gently talking to her and asking if she’s fine. Sienna only nodded in response, even though she shouldn’t trust them, she couldn’t help but break her walls down when it came to the duchess.

Sienna eventually ended up falling asleep, leaning against the duchess as they rode to the Nacht dukedom. Rodrik watched his wife and sienna sleeping with a gentle smile whereas Aciel opted to look outside the carriage window, thinking about a certain someone who was probably waiting for him back home.

As they finally reached the mansion, the duke again woke his wife up gently, letting her know they had reached their home. Y/n yawned quietly and she woke up. Aciel was already outside, so was Rodrik. He gently picked up Sienna and held her in his arms as he waited for wife to get out of the carriage.

Y/n gently hopped out of the carriage, dusting off her dress. They all headed into the mansion. Y/n stretched as quietly as she could so she didn’t wake up the kid.

The servants tried to greet the three but Y/n gently asked them to quiet down as Sienna was sleeping. The servants nodded quietly. Rodrik again felt a small smile move onto his face. Their youngest Micheal called out to his parents.

He hurriedly ran down the stairs, Y/N told him to be careful and to not run. He then stopped near his parents and asked who sienna was. Y/n moved closer to her youngest son and explained she’ll him after they put sienna to bed. Micheal nodded as his mother gently kissed his forehead, patting his head and giving him a gentle smile.

“Ah right, Aciel, M/n should be waiting for you.” She whispered into his ears, Aciel slightly blushed as he nodded, letting his father know he’s going to his room. Rodrik simply nodded as he and wife headed towards the moon cradle.

Rodrik gently put Sienna into the bed, making sure she was comfortable, y/n helped as well, whereas Micheal watched his parents. “I’ll stay here, you guys get out, the baby’s sleeping.” She said gently as she shooed her husband and her child. Micheal nodded as he gave his mother a quick hug and walked away.

“I’ll have to leave soon again, dear.” Rodrik said as he kissed his wife’s palm before placing it on his cheek. Y/n smiled softly as she kissed her husband’s other cheek. “Alright, I love you Rodrik.” She said calmly with a smile. He smiled back, gently bumping heads with Y/n before leaving the room and closing the door.

Y/n watched as the door finally closed shut fully, she fell into the seat next to the bed as she watched the sleeping sienna. She gently held the unconscious child’s hand in hers. “This time, I promise sienna, I’ll definitely protect you.”

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[juinxa]

SHE

[ an excerpt from BETTER LUCK NEXT TIME! that I wrote so long ago ]

[ TW: suggestions of animal cruelty (nothing actually happens they were just being loud kids) ]

OR, kisaki’s first encounter with his slice of Heaven

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                KISAKI WAS ALWAYS a nervous child, never sticking up for himself. His younger years weren't his best, but maybe he could’ve made up for it when he was older. For now, he was teased and an easy target for lunch money robbing. He never fought back. Was there any point when the most he could be scream before they would tape his mouth shut? Older kids were more dangerous than they used to be. He wasn’t sure he heard about kids mugging other kids from his parents. He wasn’t sure that he heard about kids his age abusing animals like it was an afternoon run. Though, he knew better than to criticize them. Who was he to say anything when they were dangerous. Ah, who was he kidding?

Kisaki Tetta wasn’t a hero.

Maybe he could’ve been the smart sidekick with the smart plans. He didn’t have the looks of a typical hero protagonist when he had black, messy hair with strands poking out, dark bags that carried heavily, and a face that wasn’t unique enough to attract model agencies. However, his smarts made up for it. His intelligence was exceeding more than others. He knew how to plan things accordingly, and whether there were bumps or not, he would easily find a way around them in order to reach his goal.

His classmates were a bore; they never interested him in the slightest. Sure, there was Hinata Tachibana, but she was more of a female who praised everyone, and she rarely stood around him to know much. Everyone in his year was bland, tasteless, and boring, overall. He couldn’t understand the joy of having many friends when everyone seemed to distance them from himself. He could’ve tried, but he didn’t know why he didn’t. Maybe it was fear of rejection. Maybe it was because they weren’t worth it. Maybe it was because he knew there was someone better out there.

Better there was.

[Name] [Surname], who was a year above him. She went to the same school as him. She also attended cram school. She was a peculiar girl with a likable personality, and he wondered why she had to be in the grade above him. Coincidentally, they sat next to each other in cram school. She always spoke about her adventures with her friends. Every story she told was interesting and caught his attention. He was always invested in what she had to say next. She was like an enigma force, like a book with millions of stories, or like a refreshing air after a day of being locked in a cramped room. Kisaki truly thought this girl was a heavenly slice of life.

Not to mention, she paid more attention to him than cram school. She explained that she was only there because of her parents and didn’t really want to attend. He felt flattered, flattered at the fact that she had rather spend time with him than listen to what was going on. She was given two options, and she went for the one that included him. She was including him in something that she chose. Refreshing. It was refreshing. At that point, he enjoyed her company. She was a good friend to have around.

”Kisaki, we should totally get ice cream afterward. You’re like my cram school friend, y’know?” She murmured, spinning her pencils through her spinning fingers. Kisaki pushed down the phrase “cram school friend” into his throat and decided to twist the words to his own liking—my best friend. ”I’d like that,” He smiled at her, heart racing fast at the offer.

At other times, she would ask other questions.

”Kisaki, you’re very quiet. May I ask why?” She asked, placing her chin atop of her hand while she stared at the words she was writing like she was in a trance. He continued on, thinking over his next words. “I’ve always been at the top of my exams, and many tend to avoid me because of it.” She hummed lightly, placing her hand down on the table to put her head down. It didn’t sound like he enjoyed those experiences. She never understood why being smart had to do with isolation and loneliness. Without much thought, she crawled out a response, “That’s stupid of them. If they spoke to you as I did, they’d see more than just a smart student. I suppose they’re missing out on a piece of art.”

‘There it was again,’ Kisaki thought, ‘that stupid heart thump.’

[Name] had no problem opening up to him about her concerns or worry. She’d ask for advice about troubles she was experiencing. He loved helping her out. Whenever she would confess something, he felt like he was getting closer to her. She was growing vulnerable around him, and it was blissful to know that she could trust him. There was a bond—a genuine bond that he had never experienced with others. It was the type of bond that exceeded any other he had. It wasn’t a bond of pity like others may have done. This was a true bond of friendship. She had willingly taken the time to befriend him, and Kisaki knew how important time was. You could never get time back, once you wasted it, there was no chance of getting back. You couldn’t reverse time!

So when she took the irreversible time to speak, know, and understand him, Kisaki felt like he was at home. It wasn’t like the location of the home. It was a sense of familiarity—where you could be safe behind the walls that wrap around you and hold memories. He held memories with her. He didn’t care if it was only at school. To him, as long as it was with her, he’d cherish it to the end of time.

She was always oblivious to her surroundings. He took notice of it. Cram school came with its own difficulties. There were those in cram school who were aggressive. Some were even rude to her, but she was never phased by it, simply ignoring their threats and taunts. She was strange indeed. When he asked her why, the answer was the same as always: “Hm? Why do I ignore them? They aren’t threats to me or my friends. If anyone hurts my friend I’m mad. Besides, I’m a pretty patient person.”

No threats to her or her friends. He wondered if he were threatened, would she do something? Would her patience run low if someone bothered him? He didn’t have the answer, and he wanted to know. She didn’t seem like the type to fight anyone. Throughout his time with her, she never displayed any signs of violence or aggression. Languid is what she was. 

“Who can make me mad?” She repeated Kisaki’s question, in which he nodded. Pondering, she poked her chin with the eraser on her pencil. “I don’t think anyone can make me mad. Oh(!), but I know someone—or some people—who can annoy the hell out of me.” Her smile was wide like she enjoyed having them annoy her. Kisaki felt his throat clench. She seemed very happy about the ones who could annoy her. Why was she so happy?

”Mikey and Baji!”

”Mikey?” He breathed out. It sounded familiar to him, but Baji was a foreign name to him. Since Mikey was the only one he was familiar with, he asked, “Who’s Mikey?”

”Hm, he goes to a different school, but he’s my friend! He knows how to get on my nerves, though.” The girl admitted, giggling at the memories of what he had done. Kisaki felt his hands grow sweaty. Her giggles were nice, too nice to be caused by someone named Mikey. He felt his brain freeze. It was as if he felt there was a threat towards him. Why was he feeling this way? He had only seen her around school and during cram school. He never hung out with her outside of school. He had a chance with the ice cream scenario, but he couldn’t go out late as she could, so he had missed an opportunity.

”Mikey, huh?”

”Mikey isn’t his real name. It’s actually Sano Manjiro!” She beamed, and Kisaki felt his hands go cold, mouth losing its salvia that lapped around, and his legs began to bounce from confusion. The Sano Manjiro? Who hadn’t heard of him? He was an infamous name around the elementary schools. He was a delinquent who managed to beat up many middle and high schoolers. He didn’t know how you were affiliated with him. You were so pure and innocent, so how did you know him?

It kept Kisaki up all night. Mikey seemed to be one of your closest friends. When he thought back to previous conversations, it was then he remembered that you mentioned him in some of your stories that sounded like dreams to him from how adventurous they were. He couldn’t believe he forgot the repeated name you continuously brought up. Mikey was always in your adventures. If he met Mikey, would he be able to tag along? Would he be able to understand the inside jokes you had? He definitely would’ve. He wanted to be her true friend! He wanted to be by her side! She stuck with him, always acknowledging him, unlike others. He opened up to her and she opened up to him about her feelings and thoughts.

Kisaki knew her better than anyone! He was her best friend!

”Kisaki, do you wanna walk home with me? You don’t have an umbrella, I see.” She noticed, looking out the window to see the small neighborhood that was dark from the heavy, thick clouds. Cram school had just ended and everyone was packing their papers and pencils, rushing to get out before the rain could start pouring. There were whispers thrown around about how it was going to be a bad storm, which didn’t deter the [h/c] haired girl one bit. Kisaki had just finished putting his things away, now only staring at the girl who was looking out the window. Her black umbrella was loosely in her hand, still waiting for the inevitable response of her friend.

”Um,” His hands grew sweaty, legs almost collapsing like there was a building he was lifting. This would be his first time hanging out with her after school. He couldn’t miss the chance. This could be his only chance to then hang out with her on the days there was no cram school. His adam apple bobbed as he swallowed his spit that was overflowing in his mouth. He was nervous, so nervous that he could barely muster a sentence. “I w-would like-like that, [Surname].”

Ignoring the stutters, she turned around to finally walk out of the classroom. Walking past him, she grabbed his hand to lead him out. The sky was darker now, giving the school an omniscient vibe. Putting up her umbrella, she released his hand to pick it up over her and Kisaki’s head. It was drizzling, faint sounds of patterns forming puddles in the potholes around the streets. Some kids from different schools were walking as well, chatting away while the pair walked in silence. The silence was insufferable to Kisaki while [Name] didn’t mind it. She enjoyed peace and quiet from time to time.

“[Surname], do you still want to take up on that ice cream appointment one of these days?” He felt his throat go dry, almost shaking that he actually said that. She hummed lightly, not even thinking before speaking. “I’m afraid I can't, I’ve been very busy these past couple of weeks compared to the last time I asked.”

His heart dropped as his eyes were wide. She didn’t spare him a glance, looking forward towards a park. Kisaki felt like he failed. She had been busy in recent times? He almost cursed at himself for not just taking the chance when she has asked him last time because now she was too busy. “I see, can I ask with what?”

”It’s personal.” Was her response, but she continued, “I think the rains picking up.”

Kisaki nodded in understanding, but truth be told, he wanted to yell in frustration. He was masking it well under his smile. He did feel the rain go harder as his shoulder was poking from the umbrella, slightly soaking his uniform. However, the sounds of the rain could not block out the cries of a kitten. Kisaki stopped as soon as she did. He noticed her head turn towards the park where a group of middle school delinquents stood around a box. He gulped, realizing that they were one pester him for money. He freaked out, worrying for the safety of the girls next to him who continuously stared at them like she was trying to figure something out.

”Hey, what are they doing?” She wondered, stepping forward on a twig that snapped loudly. Kisaki’s breath hitched, knowing that it drew their attention. [Name] heard the noises of a distressed kitten, but she didn’t know if it was coming where she thought it was coming from. The group of boys craned their necks to see the pair under an umbrella. Then, their eyes laid on Kisaki, someone who they knew very well as they began to walk towards them. Kisaki looked at her, hands shaking, “[Surname], we need to leave. We shouldn’t involve ourselves with them.”

”Oh, and why not?” One asked, looking down at the female and male. She didn’t pay mind to them, looking past them to see the cries from the kitten stopped as soon as they left, followed by a small cat poking it’s head out, perfectly fine. She heaved a sigh. It confirmed her suspicion. They were bothering a defenseless kitten, so whenever they left to come to them, it had stopped meowing because it was left alone. However, it may only be because they moved their targets to other people—them.

”Kisaki, you wouldn’t have any money leftover. I really need a drink right now.”

”Hmm, who’s your little friend?”

”She’s very pretty! Is this your girlfriend?”

”Nah, no way he could’ve bagged a girl!” With a push, he was stumbling back on the ground. The rain was getting worse, making the sidewalk runny and slippery. They surrounded him while a boy stood in front of [Name]’s face, keeping an eye on her. Kisaki’s breath was taken from him as a punch was delivered to his stomach. 

“Stop,” [Name]’s voice was hushed when the older male’s burly finger was placed on her lip. He grinned at her, looking into her eyes that were blank. Kisaki gasped, garnering all of her attention. She hadn’t noticed that she spaced out, too focused on the box that was away. It looked red? Was she seeing things?

”Leave her out of this!” Kisaki wheezed out, “Run!”

”Kisaki?” She muttered, looking down to see his glasses on the floor the same way his body was. One of the older boys laid his hands on her shoulder, pushing her into his chest. She repeated once more, trying to be patient as best as she could. “Leave him alone.”

”Hm, we couldn’t hear her?” He taunted, leaning closer to her mouth. Her mouth was parted, and he didn’t notice, but her eyes were shaking at the frustration that was bubbling within her. “I said: leave him alone.”

She was pushed down on the ground, the grip on her umbrella coming unloose. Her hands scraped against the concrete, an abrasion ripping the top layer of her skin off. Her face was in a puddle, dirtying her uniform. Kisaki’s voice was shrill as someone delivered another kick to the stomach. They moved their attention away from her, focusing on the smaller boy that “owed” them money. The leader leaned down, smiling at Kisaki’s busted lip and bruised skin. “We need you to speak up, Kisaki~“

“Hey,” [Name] placed a hand on his shoulder, gripping it tight, “leave him alone.”

”Huh?” He turned around to her, “What are you going to do—!”

Her knee swiftly knocked into his mandible before she pulled her knee back to strike again in his face. Pulling his hair, she swiftly threw him aside. The commotion stirred Kisaki. It was then he stared at her. Kisaki saw something different. She looked different. The atmosphere was different. The emotions being expressed were different. Her skirt was dirty with some stains of blood from her first victim. One of the other males grabbed her shoulder from behind, in which she pulled her arm forward before jabbing him in the face with her elbow, making his head fling back. Turning around towards him, the toes of her feet slammed into his jaw, sending him back.

Moving her head to the left, she avoided a quick punch from behind. Grabbing the arm she dodged, she pulled him over her body, slamming him onto the ground. He coughed violently, eyes going white from the impact. Her eyes looked at the last member who came at her with full speed. She scoffed, striking a hit in his face before he could react. His nose cracked as he fell to his knees. She took the chance to then give a back kick in his face.

”I warned you. I gave you three chances, and you didn't stop.”

Kisaki’s vision was hazy, but he saw the whole thing clearly. He didn’t know where that came from. He didn’t know how you managed to take care of them so easily. You saved him. Why did you save him? He carefully heard your words, and the next sentence made his heart stop.

”You hurt my friend.”

The rain continually poured down on him, drenching him to where it felt like a flood take over his body. He remained still like the other bodies around him. His pulse was racing while his body was weak. The rain was loud, the thundering booming and clapping. It was everywhere. The droplets fell and fell on him—until they didn’t. His eyes were cracked open, staring at the sky that was then blocked by a black umbrella. He was no longer being attacked by the rain. His eyes widening when [Name]’s face came into view. Her shining [e/c] eyes staring down at him in concern while her [h/c] hair was framing her face as she bent down. She looked like an angel coming to help. She was like a descendant from heaven.

His slice of Heaven.

”Kisaki, are you okay?” She placed his head on her lap, observing the wounds on his face. “Can you stand up?”

He nodded slowly, admiring her appearance, saving it to his memories. Her eyes were full of worry. They continued to stare at each other, ignoring all other surroundings. She sighed, “I’m sorry I didn't fight them sooner.”

”It’s okay,” He confessed, and it was true that he believed it was okay. You had a breaking point that they crossed. Smiling, Kisaki reached up to her face before dropping his hands back down. She didn’t grab his hand, only focusing on his wounds. After a short while, she decided to help him up from the soaking floor. With careful steps, she pulled him to his feet, cautiously keeping her hands around him to prevent him from falling. He almost fell if she hadn’t caught him. She smiled at him, telling him to not worry since they were going to get him fixed up.

He liked her smile. It comforted him in a way that no one else could. Kisaki’s stomach bloomed in a euphoric way, his gut tightening when her saw her dazzling eyes. She did so much to help him. He almost felt pathetic, but he was grateful for her at the same time. She could’ve gotten hurt, but she protected him. There was a reason for it, and he was then reminded of what she said way back: “They aren’t threats to me or my friends. If anyone hurts my friend, I’m mad.”

She was his friend. She was his first friend. Kisaki was infatuated with that idea. He wanted more of it. He didn’t know what more he could want, but then he finally knew where it had to go from there. It could go from friend to something more. He swore he’d do anything to protect her, to understand her, to have her. Kisaki didn’t know how just yet but he would find out. After all, she was the first one to know him, really know him. She was the first person to accept him with open arms. She was his very first friend.

And his very first love.

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never published this, let alone the story, probably never will bc I lost motivation from it but I didn’t want this to sit, I wrote it almost three years ago? Time flies

[cherllyio]

When The Sky went Quiet - Lego Monkie Kid Fanfic

This is a short fanfic idea i got from @then-be-a-warrior post (here)

TW: Death, Blood and Angst

Wukong didn’t know how he got to the small noodle shop.

All he knew was that he was about to tell a father something a parent should never hear.

And worse, something Wukong was at fault for.

The golden monkey walked inside, and the smell of food and fresh vegetables hit him, yet he didnt seem notice it.

“Wukong, what’cha doing here?”

Wukong wanted to get swallowed up by the ground. How was he supposed to tell him this?

The pig asked again, a little annoyed now.

“Are you just gonna stand there? You’re blocking the costumers- “

Pigsy stopped speaking when he noticed it.

“Where’s…. Where’s MK?”

Wukong tightened his hand around the red bandana, very aware of the warm blood that it was drenched in. He wanted to throw up.

“Wukong, Where. Is. MK”, it wasn’t a question anymore.

The tears that were quickly forming in his eyes were trying to get out, but Wukong couldn’t allow that.

Yet, Pigsy immediately became aware of what Wukong was so desperately trying to hold back. Call It a parental instinct or the love from a parent to their child, but somehow, Pigsy right then and there knew.

The god watched as a despairing realization slowly took over the father, till everything came crashing down.

Everything after that was blur.

Distant yells at Wukong from the heartbroken father, The Scholar overhearing the conversation, who was now sitting quietly, while his glasses were getting foggy with tears. The Dragon Girl, who had come over to the restaurant, to ask why her friend hadn’t come to meet with her like he had promised, and her distant scream shortly after.

Their words seemed to muffle into each other. To create conversations that Wukong only heard from a distance.

“How could you let this HAPPEN?!”, The dragon girl roared.

“My boy… My son…. “The Father said through a croaking voice.

“No… no… no…” The blue sand demon whispered under a quiet breath.

The King’s world was once again destroyed… Destroyed by himself… and for the once left to suffer too.

why … Why…. WHY?!

“We can get him back though… right?”

Wukong finally snapped out of his thoughts and looked up. It was The Scholar, still clearly shaking, but his glasses were cleaner:

“Yo-You broke out of The Underworld and you… You…. You managed to rewrite destiny and not di-die…”

“S-So….” Tang took a deep breath before talking again: “MK can do that too… righ- right?”

The whole room was quiet now. A million pairs of eyes were now on The King. A million pairs of eyes who were so desperate after an answer. A simple confirmation that there was hope… Just a single grand of hope….

But Wukong couldn’t even give them that… Because truly… He didn’t even know if that sort of hope was possible anymore…

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Why is everything so cold? It’s the middle of June.

MK was really confused. He had just been outside, fighting some random demon with The Monkey King when…

Ugh… Why is my memory so foggy?

A cold wind blew around him, sending a chill down his spine.

MK slowly, but surely, opened his eyes to a world that looked very different from what, for MK, was just a few seconds ago.

The world around him was dark and empty. Like he had closed his eyes and could never open them again.

Like he was… dead?

…

Ha! Don’t be silly, MK, you’re not dead!

In an instant the room was lit up by an almost familiar blue light, with the help of a million small cold flames, revealing the true size of the room, if it even could be called that. It felt like its own little pocket dimension if anything.

The ceiling seemed to be non-existent, and he could barely make out the door. A door?

An Exit?

The thought hit him swiftly, before a husky and modulated voice echoed between the walls.

“Welcome”

MK screamed in surprise, while he desperately tried to locate the voice(voices?)

And far, far above him, on gigantic pillars, that MK somehow hadn’t noticed, 10 hooded figures were observing him.

A pure, cold fear ran through the monkey.

“Welcome, Harbinger of Chaos”

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I may or may not conitue this. Depends on if people want it

[megumiswife4]

Unimagined Eternity - Levi Ackerman

WARNING: Smut, some fluff, angsty¿ friends to lovers trope, MDNI, teasing, passionate sex

PAIRINGS: Levi x Fem!reader

WC: 8.5k

“LEVI!”

Awoken by your sudden scream, jumping from the bed sheets as he met you in front of the bathroom door being completely wide open.

“Is everything alright?!” His voice filled with panic.

“Yes… I’m sorry for frightening you from your sleep, I just…”

stumbling over your words. Looking at the counter top stunned in dismay your eyes widening, slowly turning your head to face Levi.

“What’s going on?”

He questions as he continues to walk over tiredly rubbing his eyes awake, to no avail he notices a stick that presents two deep colored lines. Rubbing his eyes once more as he was in disbelief, you weren’t sure whether he would act negatively to the news of you both having a child brought into this world; nor were you two planning such a responsibility.

“We are…”

“Pregnant.” You both synchronized eloquently.

“My.. my.” He softly smiled, kneeling on one leg. His rough hand rubbed your non-existent pregnant belly. Standing right back up cupping your face as the weight of your head was carried through his hands. Your cheeks rosy red faintly smiling.

“I-I-I’m scared Levi. Are you okay with this at least?” Your voice shakes.

“You need to stop getting yourself worked up about what I think darling. I am all for your choice here, we can never be ready for a baby but we can make it work; being a father was never in my handbook to being Captain of the Survey Corps but I want what you believe is best for you.” His fingertips gently rubbing away at the tears, then traveling down to your stomach.

“I… I want to keep the baby, I want to be a great parent to our child.” You keenly uttered, placing your hands on top of his around your belly.

“As do I.” He uttered, bringing your head closer to kiss your forehead.

“Now, let’s get this new mother to sleep shall we? You’re going to need all the rest you can get to our unborn child on the way here.”

“Yes, but what about my position in special operations?” You gloomingly mumbled.

“That’s alright, you were amongst many of the strongest we have but there are other resourceful and tactical people on duty. Right now my main concern is for you to be on bed rest and will get this maternity-leave situated soon. First I need to speak with Erwin.”

You smile at him dearly reminiscing about the days you both spent with one another fighting off titans, saving your comrades, friends, and family.

Flashback…

In the beginning of time Levi & y/n were strangers working in the armed forces as trainees, eventually to friends as you became a scout who worked alongside Levi who was now the captain of the Survey Corps.

You both had an unsuspected and an unwavering bond that would have never transpired but to defeat the odds Levi cared for her like anyone would of their best friend. His feeling of emotions felt more than just a friendship; it was someone who admired you, and who loved you with such passion and care. You both had hidden emotions for one another, but for the sake of living a life of such duties you both knew it wouldn’t have been fair for it to be more than friends.

“Y/NNNNNN!!!!!” Levi screamed in concern.

Skimming through the forest trees in search of you, heavy breathing, blood dripping from his forehead as he wiped it off; his ODM gear running low on compressed gas. Finally spotting you from a distance lying near a broken tree stump, debris and split wood throughout the field, Levi quickly makes a pit maneuver to be beside you at your assistance. As he approached you he noticed blood dripping from your mouth, small coughs with one hand wiping excess droplets of the blood off your mouth, as the other hand rested near your lower left abdominal area it was bleeding out. You could hear faint steps as you turned your head to the side, seeing that it was Levi himself.

“L-Levi…” You smiled softly yet mumbling in pain.

“You sure did some damage out there with Mikasa and the others, but I would have never thought you’d be the one to get hurt out of all of our comrades.” He chuckled, letting out a puny grin. Holding your hand with blood stains from your wiping.

“I will at least die happy knowing we finished our duty… my duty.”

Gritting his teeth, “You brat you’re not going to die, you… can't die.” he scoffed looking away as a single tear dripped from his face.

“It’s alright Levi, we had a good run with one another on this journey… please… go on to help the others retrieve back home.”

Quickly wiping his own tears, he faced you with such stoic demeanor, leaning in closer to you.

“Before I go, there is something I’ve been meaning to address with you for quite some time now. Understand that this is a very hard thing for me to get across.”

“Of course Levi, what is it?” You kindly smiled, slowly reaching your hand over to caress his cheek in the palm of your hand.

Levi suddenly gasped, his eyes widening at your grasp.

“I have always hoped for a friendship and a partner all in one. Throughout these years with you working alongside me and our duties, I developed feelings and emotions I wouldn’t have imagined would happen. I love you and I will forever cherish what we had to offer one another in this lifetime. Please dont look at me any differently because of me admitting my feelings for you.” Closing his eyes, trying to refrain from crying, knowing that he was going to lose you at this very moment, this was his chance to admit what you truly meant to him.

“I’ll be damned… THE Captain Levi admitting his love for me? How could I have never noticed?” You sarcastically stated.

“You understand that I’ve known you for years now Mr. Ackerman, my feelings grew after we were recruited and after all these years I finally get to lie here and fulfill my last moments. To tell you the truth I had always loved you Levi and don't you forget about that.”

Levi’s lips inched closer to yours as the last time you both shared a moment with one another, exchanging a kiss. After silence grew between you both as he watched you take your last breath shutting your eyes.

Making his way back to regroup with his team, he wanted to ensure that you would have a proper burial taking your lifeless body with him as he covered you with his green cape.

Upon arrival everyone cheering and excited seeing the sight of Levi regrouping with everyone along with the job they have done to bring the titan to its finishing moments, only to realize Levi made a safe but quiet landing noticing his soft gaze as he placed your lifeless body onto the carriage to take back into town.

Hange walked up behind Levi as she placed a single hand on his shoulder as her head bowed, “She put one hell of a fight out there Captain, a strong selfless woman. She wouldn’t have wanted it any other way and she would prefer you to not fight against that narrative.”

“I… understand. She did what anyone would have done.” Turning to face Hange and the others, his eyes appearing red as his face was substantially emotionless. Hange, Connie, Eren, Mikasa, Jean, and lastly Armin all saddened at the fallen soldier who risked her life to save everyone else's, but they couldn’t help to notice Captain being emotional for the first time in their lives. He was never the one to give in to such emotions but on this significant day he would for his comrade, his soldier, his best friend, his one true love.

Everyone sat inside the carriage back home as Y/n’s body laid on the floor. Levi’s eyes staring at her body covered over by his cape, no movements, no words of exchange. A medic had appeared from the front end of the carriage to examine soldiers to verify that one was deceased, as he became more focused. He checked her vitals from both her neck and then to her wrist, suddenly.

“Captain! Her heart is still beating!”

“WHAT?!” Everyone exclaimed loudly.

“You heard me! Her heart rate is slow but she's alive and breathing mildly.”

“Wouldn’t you believe this shit… That brat could’t face her own death; she decided she still has some unfinished business in this lifetime.” He scoffed with a half grin appearing on his face.

“Is Captain Levi alright?” Eren quietly questioned Armin and Mikasa.

All three confused at his response trying to decipher if he was happy about y/n being alive or was he just being funny.

Soon after Levi and Y/n along with the rest of their squad, put up a tough battle with the Titan to save the civilians from mass destruction. Life began to feel surreal, no problems have risen since then, only to protect the walls from minuscule titans and once yet to rebuild the civilization that was once close to falling apart. Things slowly began to feel normal.

The doctor suggested that you would need to be on bed rest having weekly check ups with the nurse, Levi requested to be a visitor everyday after training with his comrades. It seemed to him that you had no recollection of the kiss or was it just because you didn’t want to discuss such a particular subject?

“Wake up lazy ass, dontcha think you’ve had enough rest? You’ve recovered since last week.”

“Mmmm Shut Up.” You groaned, throwing the covers over your face.

“Don’t worry about me Levi.” Slapping away at his hand.

He lightly laughed to himself, “Well you’re still in no shape to go back into ODM gear, but you sure could go clean to make yourself useful.”

Both laughing as Levi sat at the edge of your bed, you placed your hand on his shoulder uncontrollably giggling as he looked over to see such a pretty face, seeing you smile, alive and well; appreciating your presence as a whole knowing he had experience a great loss believing you were gone forever but life has a weird way of working.

Soon after the room fell to silence, y/n hand traveled at Levi’s fingers as she tugged at them. “I have to ask you…”

“Yes?”

“Remember when I was dying? Lying there beside you and we talked about us? our … kiss?”

Levi’s cheeks turned red, nodding his head in remembrance of that moment. Those memories flooded his head like a tsunami invading his space, thinking of none other than your lips and his pressed against one another.

“I remember quite vividly, is there something of the matter?”

“Everything I told you Levi… it was true. That kiss? That was real too, I didn’t know whether I was going to live or die at that moment so… if I were no longer on this planet I needed to tell you my true feelings.” Tears running down your cheeks, Levi could see the despair and hurt in your eyes if it had been true. The least you could have done for one another at your dying moment was to be truthful to each other. His hand held yours tight, gritting his teeth trying to hold back his tears, he was a strong willed man with his emotions, but with you he was set free of that.

His back facing you, but still holding your hand tightly, “Don’t speak of such a thing like that, you’re here and alive now. Now in regards to feelings, mine were also spoken in truth. Ever since we were teenagers training to become scouts, that's when I knew I had more than just normal feelings for you, I wanted to protect you at all costs even if that meant I lost mine to keep you alive, that is how strongly I feel for you.”

Your eyes widening, but softly gazing over at Levi's shoulder as you get up from your bed crawling over to sit at the bedside alongside him. Placing your head on his shoulder, still holding his hand bringing it up to your lips as you kissed it and interlocking it with your hand. He was in shock, he had never experienced such an emotional or loving moment with a woman ever, let alone you.

“Levi… I… Love you.” You looked up at him as his head slowly looked down at yours, his mouth slowly and softly formed a smile. Your head reaches up as he reaches down, both of you inching closer to one another, both of your lips softly grazing against each other. His hand letting go of your grasp as he brought it to your face, rubbing his thumb on your cheek and finally fully pressing his lips onto yours. Tears ran down your face as you kissed him more, it was passionate and loving, he wiped away your tears with just the stride of his thumb; Levi slowly pulled away lovingly admiring you.

“Will you be mine?”

“Yes, I’ll be yours for eternity.” You proclaimed looking at him gracefully smiling.

“And I’ll be yours in every lifetime.” He smiled back, bringing you closer to his chest as he hugged you tightly.

A loud bang came from the bedroom door as it was wide open.

“CAPTAIN LEV…” Eren yelled but before he could finish, his mouth was covered by Mikasa’s hand.

“Eren quiet.” She pulled him aside as Armin waved at the both of you, grabbing the doorknob to close the door.

“It’s alright Armin, what’s so important that Eren had to barge into y/n’s room?” Levi questioned as he raised an eyebrow at the three.

“Well you see Captain, Hange requested that Eren, Mikasa, and I come to get you. We have a problem at hand with an abnormal titan roaming around within the walls.” Armin nervously proclaimed.

“And why haven’t the surrounding military scouts properly kill the titan? We’re they not paying attention?” Levi annoyedly questioned, pinching the space between his eyebrows.

“Yes… well no.. they—“

“Let’s go, we have a job to take care of. I’ll be back y/n stay put and tidy up the place. I expect it to be clean since you can’t be back out into the field yet.”

“I’m ready Lev—”

“No you’re not, stay back if I catch you anywhere in the city it’s not going to end pretty. I’m going to send some of my crew to keep watch down this corridor to make sure you don’t escape.” Levi ordered, he looked over at you as he grabbed your head pulling it closer to him, kissing the top of your forehead. He stood up heading towards the door to leave with the three. As they all ran out the door leaving y/n behind in her room to be on watch by some of Levi’s crew, Eren and the others began to wonder what was going on between her and Levi.

In a low tone Eren asked.

“So captain are you and y/n?”

“What is it that you’re implying to Eren?”

“Are you guys together? As in dating?”

“Eren, why would you ask him that?!” Armin’s voice rose in concern.

“Seriously Eren, can you read the room?” Mikasa sighed rolling her eyes

He quietly chuckled, “It’s okay Mikasa and Armin, it’s only right if I answer Erens question. After all, all three of you barged into private business. But to be quite honest with you Eren, yes, her and I are together. Is it a problem?” Levi spoke in a serious manner.

“No sir, not at all I was just curious.” Eren nervously stated, looking at both Armin and Mikasa as if anyone would ever want to date Levi.

“Good well now that we have that off our shoulders, let’s go take care of this business.”

Soon after Levi and the three left, you decided it was time to clean up and make something of yourself since you couldn’t go back on the field to take down titans; it wasn’t the same but it sure did kill time and it made up for it. You finished cleaning around, the floor was spotless, your bed had fresh bed sheets and your clothes organized in your drawers; cracking the window open to bring in the nice fresh breeze in along with a nice lit candle to lighten the ambiance in the room now it was time to relax and wait. As the day grew darker you began to dread Levi's return to your room as he promised, but you came to the conclusion that he might have been caught up in work; you couldn’t blame him understanding he had other responsibilities to take care of and he’s a busy man, only you knew him best.

Laying out some clean clothes onto your bed as you came back into your room from a fresh bath, drying your hair with your towel and the other wrapped around your body a small creaking noise was heard from your door turning your head quickly to see who it might’ve been quickly holding onto the towel that wrapped your body in hopes that no body part would be exposed to a stranger who creeped through the corridors at night. You walked slowly to your door, your hand only inches away from the knob, the door opened wide and a sudden hand grabbed your forearm pulling you into the dark vicinity. You gasped as someone’s hand covered your mouth. You’re pressed against a man’s body as his other hand pressing onto your lower back.

Recognizing a familiar voice, “It’s just me, keep your voice down.” It was none other than Levi himself.

“Oh so you decided to scare me shitless?! Are you insane?!” You nervously said, shaken up from the encounter.

“Levi you realize that I’m alone in my room, doing what you did had me petrified I thought I was going to have to fight some pervert off.”

“Wait a minute… you thought I was some pervert?” He offensively stated.

“Why would you think I’d be a perv—” his sentence cut off, as he looked below to see it was just you in a towel, no clothes, and slightly damp hair. He quickly glanced away, his face feeling hot and red.

“I uh… should have knocked. I apologize for intruding y/n.”

You see the look on his face and how flushed it appeared to be.

“You can’t tell me you haven’t seen a woman almost half naked before right?” You Laughed loudly. Noticing that Levi was fairly quiet, that’s when you could understand that this man has not experienced being with a woman nor seeing one with that much skin exposure.

“Wait… are you actually serious?” Your hand extending out to him , having his face look over to you, it still appeared flushed. He nodded in pure silence, his eyes still looking away from you; he respected you enough to not look in your direction and in hopes that you’d understand why.

“Go put on some clothes… please.” He demanded.

“Come in for a moment, please?” You pleaded.

“Fine… brat.” He rolled his eyes in annoyance.

He allowed you to enter first as he made his entrance after closing the door. The room was a small one and not too big, y/n still had the clean clothes laid out on her bed; as Levi sat from a chair that was near the entrance and only a few feet across from her bed. A nightstand had a daily newspaper laid out next to him, opening it to read it but to also refrain from seeing you when changing.

You both ramble off about your days, just as simple as a slip of the towel had dropped beside your ankles the immediate sound concerned him.

“You alright?”

“Oh it’s nothing.” You giggled to yourself in hopes of him giving in just to see his reaction to your naked body parts exposed.

Levi sneaking a peek from the side of the newspaper, noticing your bare back, your soft skin glistening, his eyes traveling from top to bottom. It felt as if time was slowed down, seeing you putting on your undergarments slipping it up to your bum and then suddenly the strap to your bra slapped onto your skin; he was in utter awe looking at such a beautiful masterpiece of a woman… his woman. His face becomes hot seeing your exposed body. Almost as if he felt bad seeing you in such a way, but he cares for you so it wasn’t unusual to enjoy the way you appear. Not even realizing that he was staring, your sudden voice knocked him back into reality.

“Are you blushing Ackerman?” A coquettish grin appeared on your face, walking towards him slowly.

“I am n-not, what makes you th-think that?” He nervously stated. Coughing to clear his throat, trying to quickly cover his face with the paper.

Your hand pushing the newspaper downward into Levi’s lap as his face became more red and hot, you lean in closer to Levi. He couldn't help but once again look up at you then back down, noticing that you were only covered by your undergarments. The paper still resting on his lap, pushing it onto the floor as you cleared the area you sat on his lap sitting horizontally. He sat there frozen, no movement just pure silence, pressing your head against his chest; nothing but his heart racing in circles. You knew this man was flustered by the looks of it. Your presence was already enough but this threw him off more by being almost half naked right in front of him. You gently cupped his chin pulling him down to look at you, his eyes still looking away.

You pouted, noticing that he didn’t acknowledge your face, “Why aren’t you looking at me?”

“B-Because.”

“It’s okay to look, you don't need to pretend that I am not here Levi. Please?”

His eyes met yours, “Y-You’re as beautiful as ever..” he nervously said. Trying to keep eye contact with you.

“You think so?” Getting up from his lap, adjusting your placement on him. Both legs now on either side of his legs, his arms continued to rest on each side of the armrests of the chair placing both hands on top as you leaned in forward, his main view was you and your exposed chest. You purposely squeezed your breasts together trying to make him lose his focus.

“Y-Yes.” Levi nervously stated, fighting between looking at you and turning to look the other way.

“You’re too kind. You know… I have loved you since we were teenagers. There is something I need to show you that will help you better understand it.”

“Mmm, and what would that be L/N?” He hummed, nodding his head, slipping one of his arms out your grasp massaging his face to keep you from seeing his restlessness.

You pushed his hand away from his face, leaning in closer as your lips grazed his.

“This is what I mean Ackerman.”

Both of your lips colliding into one another, the room filled with none other than the sounds of kisses and groans. Grabbing Levi’s hands placing them onto either side of your hips, you reached up to his face cupping his cheeks. He intensely craved more of you, his hands pulling your waist closer to his looking up at you.

“Kiss me m-more.” He yearned, yanking at your forearm pulling you in closer than ever before.

Heavy breathing came from both as you shared far more than just pecks of kisses, you led him the way each and every time; your tongue being introduced through every entrance of his mouth. Your hands traveled to his pulling them inward closer to your chest, your head leaning into his ear.

“You can touch them Levi, whatever you would like to do.” You groaned seductively.

Hearing your voice sound so sweet and sexy made him feel pressure beaneath his waist, goosebumps form and every inch of his body, you were such a tough and strong willed woman outside of this room but right now in this moment you were someone else to him but he was allured by this side of you.

You pressed his hands onto your breasts as warm as your body heat let off, you guided both his hands massaging them. One hand of his slid in one cup of the bra scooping out your breast, the other following the same motion. Deciding it was best to just let the bra straps slip on either side of your shoulders, unhooking the strap from behind, throwing it beside his shoes.

In utter awe, he couldn’t help but cough to clear his throat every chance he got to try and cover up his nervousness.

“It’s okay… to touch them.”

“A-Alright.” He nodded, staring up at you and back down of your perfectly perky nipples.

“L-Like this?” He questioned. His hands covering both breasts as both nipples peeked through his fingers rubbed both tenderly.

“Mngh… T-That feels good.” throwing your head back biting your lip, it was Levi’s touch that did it all.

Placing your hand behind his head pushing him in between your busts.

One of his hands trying to fix the bulge underneath his pants to calm him down, while the other fumbling a single breast. His tongue licking in between the crevice, moving back out licking the surrounding arreola and finally sucking on your nipple retrieving back, a sudden pop sound was made from his mouth and your breast.

You wanted more, you craved him. He craved you in ways beyond friendship, a lover and friend all in one. But right now wasn’t the right time or place to make this moment intimate.

Kissing his neck as it reached right below his ear kissing once more, lastly traveling to his lips. His face is still rosy red, it's not a look you’re used to of Levi; a man with much experience in his life except having experience with a woman. Although you’ve had involvement with men in the past maybe once or twice; this was the one moment that you would prefer it to be special because of romantic feelings being involved with someone who you had loved for quite some time.

Retrieving the bra as you slowly guided yourself off his lap, finally deciding to dress in your sleeping garments. Levi was still in utter shock at what had just happened, you slightly smiled.

“I hope this wasn’t too much for you Captain.”

“Tchh, I despise it when you call me that. As for what just happened here, I don't believe it was too much, I-I just haven’t done such a thing to a woman before s-so it's unusual in this predicament.”

“I see.” Facing your back to him, as he watched you dress down into sleeping garments mesmerized by your beauty.

“I suggest you stay here for the night then Levi, it’s too dark out I wouldn’t want you out so late.” Giving a sweet smile, he returned a small grin.

“Well if my company is a preference then I guess I can return the favor by making sure you’re safe here.”

He walked over to you, planting a kiss on your forehead.

You both spent endless days and nights, you continued your work alongside Levi. Everyone knew from the start that both of you had a desiring fire that couldn’t be burnt out, it was obvious and no one knew Levi as much as Erwin did. From meetings to running missions together Erwin kept a close eye on you both, Levi had always kept you in safer positions in a fight or would continuously check that your ODM gear was intact tightly, or suggest moving your hair out of your face due to possibly being blindsided by a sudden titan appearance. This was just a few of the many particular things Ackerman would do when he favored someone more than just a friend or comrade. Commander Erwin knew you both would blossom into something more, a match made in heaven as some would say; villagers and townspeople had somehow figured out that the both of you were involved in some romantic courtship. He’d see the both of you share hand holding from time to time, seeing you both meet after hours in the corridors exchanging a kiss, seeing Levi pat your head as he wasn’t much for PDA but he made it known that he touched you significantly different from anyone or any woman in general for that matter.

Time had passed as your relationship with Levi grew intensely, things were progressively moving fast and so were your lives.

“Erwin!”

A loud bang came from the doors of the entrance.

I recognize that voice, is it?

Erwin stared out into the distance from his window as he spun his chair around.

“Ahh, What brings you here Levi?”

Smiling from cheek to cheek, he was happy to see Ackerman. Surprisingly enough there isn’t much visitation from the captain himself; more often than not he is always busy; his duty calls for more attention rather than just having leisure time to sit around and do nothing; he prefers work over comfort.

“I have some very important news to bring to you.”

“What is this news?”

“As you know, y/n and I are in a romantic relationship with one another and…”

“And what are you proposing Levi?”

“She's pregnant.”

Erwin leaning into his desk, his hands interlocked with one another, he wasn’t sure how to approach the situation. It was hard to distinguish whether Ackerman was excited or devastated about his partner becoming pregnant.

Ackermans face grew softer, thinking about his partner and unborn child… his family. A smile formed onto his face, looking at Erwin as he got up from his seat to meet his one true friend that was building a life and family for himself. Both exchanging a firm handshake, a tear falling from Levi’s eye quickly wiping it away.

“Congratulations Levi, that's wonderful news! I am happy for you my brother.”

“I am too.” Ackerman crooned.

“You get to have the family you’ve always dreamt of, you’re starting a new life captain. Stand proud you deserve it.”

“Will do, Commander. I’ll protect my peace, my family’s peace from here on out. This is what I have yearned for so long.”

“Now do we need to put y/n onto maternity leave? Any plans put into place?”

“Actually Erwin, that's what I’m here to discuss. She’s been alongside me for duties and truthfully I cannot have her stick around to work while carrying our child.”

“Yes I see, it’s too dangerous putting her and the child’s life at risk. Given that she’s possibly only one to two months pregnant she can still work but she will be put into less dangerous positions and duties until the twelve to sixteen week mark with your approval?”

“That’s fine by me, she’d get angry at me for not letting her do some sort of work.”

“Perfect you have my word then Levi. I’ll start as soon as possible and make the arrangements for y/n.”

“Thank you Commander.”

~

“Y/N IS PREGNANT?!?!” Jean, Armin, Eren, and Connie as the boys proclaimed in disgust.

“Why are you all surprised? they‘ve been together for a while?” Mikasa lightly laughed at them.

“That m-means they’re having…”

“Sex, yes. How else do you think procreating consists of?” Mikasa scolded the boys.

“You guys are such dumbasses.” Annie rolled her eyes in annoyance.

Sasha couldn’t contain her laughter of the boys, all while enjoying a piece of turkey leg being devoured by her hunger.

Before you know it, life progressed and so was your pregnancy journey, Levi was there every step of the way with you and even though he is a man of constant work and battles, he still came back home to you, accommodating your every need. Although he wanted you to be off your feet and resting as much as possible you couldn't help but offer help in return after a long day with his comrades you wanted to give back in any sort of way you could. Even so, he declined your suggestions. All he ever asked was to be able to see that gentle smile, and beautiful face of yours; you were the light to his darkness. After all, you were carrying his child, and he loved you so dearly. He would have never imagined that he would get his only two wishes in life which was marrying the woman of his dreams and being able to obtain a family he could call his own. Yet at the four month mark your belly was still non-existent, Levi had planned to make you his forever and he couldn’t help but dream of asking you to marry him taking his last name. After weeks of planning over with his friends and comrades to ask for your hand in marriage, one beautifully clear night sky Levi suggested that he would take you along for a small ride somewhere a bit more secluded, a place he would go to clear his mind after tough battles. Agreeing to his request the destination landed at Wall Maria, the entrance was blocked off a year prior due to trying to prevent any Titans making their way in, it had been uninhabited without any sort of Titan activity for a few months and was deemed safe.

You looked at him a bit baffled as to why he was wearing his ODM gear, and his one and only expensive suit pairing at this time of night. Questioning him and resulting to no answer, to his avail he needed to make sure you were in no way figuring out his plan. Expecting for you to wear something a bit more fancier than usual for an occasion like this, you were still able to wear your old clothes despite how many months into your pregnancy. Wearing an off white square neck cotte dress with puffed long sleeves that were off the shoulder, paired with an olive green cotton corset. Levi couldn’t help but admire the beauty you exuded.

“You know you’ve got that pregnancy glow. Even before that you’ve had that naturally.” He proceeded with a cute grin.

“Do I really?”

Twirling in a circle with your dress, smiling from ear to ear as your cheeks become rosy red.

Nodding his head, walking closer to you. Grabbing your hand, uplifting it as he kissed the top.

“Are you ready?”

“I am as ready as I’ll ever be.” You smiled.

Walking through the dark corridors, you both made it out of the building and out into the city. Levi grabbed your waist holding you tightly, your arms wrapping around his neck. Looking at you as he nodded preparing to lift off in his ODM gear. You closed your eyes as you felt your feet suddenly pick up from the ground, suddenly remembering the feeling of being in your own gear alongside Levi. The wind blowing in your face, the beautifully lit sky by all the galaxies and stars. Turning to look at his stoic face he was too focused and determined to arrive at the destination; you lightly laughed deep down he knew how relieving it must have felt to be out of your home. Taking one glance at you admiring how joyful you were to something some miniscule as this, and as fucked up as this world was you still managed to be the most optimistic woman. He truly worshiped and respected the woman you were. His devotion ran so deep, that he would ensure that you were safe at all times, managing that you’d be in the best of hands when he couldn’t be home to watch over you and the baby. Although he knew you could handle yourself without him, a strong willed woman not only physically but mentally.

Swiftly landing on to the top of Wall Maria, pure silence. Undoing his gear he set it aside, as he held your hand gently. You ran excitedly towards the edge which quickly frightened Levi grasping your arm tightly turning to see his worrisome face.

“Don’t pull that kind crap again, you seriously could have killed yourself if you had missed a step y/n.”

“I’m sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. But you also should remember, I’m not stupid enough to make such a dumb move like that Ackerman.”

You bobbed the tip of his nose with your index finger letting out a giggle, his gaze began to soften at you. He couldn’t stay grumpy for long when it came to you. He deliberately pulled you into his chest. One hand grazing your cheek, your face becoming flushed; the other hand held you tightly from your lower back. Your shadows are being luminated by the bright moonlight shining above in the dark night skies, showcasing the large forest trees, landscapes and plants in the surrounding area around Wall Maria. Resting your head against his chest, he fondled your hair joining in on the admiration in the distance.

“This view is so beautiful, Levi, now I understand this is the perfect place to unwind.”

“Mhmm it sure is.”

You unraveled yourself out of his grasp as you walked further out, embracing the smell of a fresh breeze. Your arms widened outwards closing your eyes laughing at how wonderful this experience is and with none other than Levi your one and only love.

“I–I love you y/n.”

His voice stutters from behind you.

“I love you too Lev–”

Your sentence quickly cut when you turned yourself to notice none other than Levi kneeling on one knee, his hand holding a tiny red velvet box exposing a diamond ring with a gold band. Your face in shock, your dress and hair swiftly blowing in the breeze in the direction of him. Walking to him you were left with no words. His hand reached out for yours, his face softened at the sight of you being frozen at his actions.

“Will you accept me to be yours for eternity y/n?”

“Oh Levi… yes of course!”

You gracefully crooned, tears forming in your eyes as he took the ring and delicately placed it on your finger. Holding your hand admiring how perfect the ring fit you and that now you were his and he was yours forever, Levi stood up wiping the tears away.

“There is no need to cry.” A soft smile formed on his face..

You were always so beautiful to Levi, even at your most emotional state.

“Where did you get this ring? It’s so beautiful.”

You examined the extravagant details, mesmerized by the ring.

“It was Kuchel’s… my mothers ring.”

In the days of training when you both were teenagers, you knew about Levi’s life growing up. It was harsh. He only entrusted you with personal details of his life; it was scarce to hear anything that had to do with his past. His mother was his everything, it was who he only had in his life, a mothers love could never be interchanged or replaced and that was taken at a very critical time in his life when he needed her the most.

“I feel honored to wear this ring, I will do anything to make sure this never gets taken off!”

You exclaimed, clenching your hand into a fist holding it tightly to your chest saluting Levi. He couldn’t help but let out a miniscule laugh not taking you seriously.

“You idiot.”

He chuckled patting the top of your head pulling you in close to his chest kissing the top of your forehead, his sweet actions that only you knew about nobody else would ever experience.

“Well well well if it isn’t the two lovebirds! Congratulations on the engagement!”

Hange clapped in excitement running towards the two. As it frightened y/n she turned to look at who was speaking so loudly.

“Where the hell did you guys come from?!”

“I mean how else did you think the kiddos, Hange, Erwin and I know about this?”

“Levi did you… Plan this all out?”

You gasped, a surprised look appeared on your face.

“Yes, how much more obvious could it be y/n?”

You burst out into laughter, knowing Levi’s smart ass remarks. Always taking everything he said lighthearted from that mouth of his. He appreciated that you never took some of the things he said too seriously as he wasn’t very savvy with his choice of wording, but his actions show more than anything.

“Wahooo! Now we need to plan a big party for you two!”

Hange insisted as she jumped up and down. Erwin, laughing at Hange’s excitement for the soon to be newlyweds, decided it was his time to chime in.

“I’ll make sure to get a hold of people who are the best wedding coordinators.” smiling at both.

“OOOH, don't forget lots of food too!”

Sasha rubbed her stomach, as drool dripped down her face. Connie notices her admiration for the imaginary food, knocking her shoulder with his.

“Earth to sasha? Holy shit, can you stop thinking about food for just one minute?”

placing both of his hands on either side of her shoulders, shaking her out of the food daze she was in. Everyone's laughter couldn’t be contained, anyone who knew her, understood her food obsession.

“I’d never thought Captain Levi would ever get married, let alone someone look his way.”

Eren spouted at Armin and Mikasa with a despised look.

“EREN!”

Mikasa and Armin shouted in a unified manner.

“What did you say, brat?”

Eren quickly stood upright, nervous sweat dripping from his forehead hoping Captain didn’t hear a single word.

“N-Nothing Captain!”

Jean smacking the back of his head.

“You idiot, you trying to get yourself mauled over the one and only Captain Levi?”

As both started bickering.

“Shut up horseface, it’s not like any woman would ever take one look in your direction anyways.”

Levi cleared his throat preparing to make a grand speech to everyone who attended the small engagement.

“Now, now let’s settle down… I want to take the time to thank everyone for coming and being supportive to this engagement, as you all know y/n is pregnant and although she was a tough woman out in the field she sure would be the most amazing mother to our child and I cannot thank her enough for our friendship that ended up transpiring to a life long partnership and to that I say with a blessed heart I care for each and every one of you and as well as for you y/n. Thank you.”

“KISS! KISS! KISS!”

Everyone joined in to make the both show a little bit of love, you knew Levi wouldn’t be the one to like a public display of affection in front of everyone so this was your chance.

“Come here handsome.”

Your hand caressed his cheeks, looking at him with a soft gaze inching your lips closer to his. His eyes widening, as you breached the space between both of your mouths kissing him with such passion. His arms held onto you tightly in his embrace, finally reaching back you both smiled softly as everyone cheered. Meanwhile the children looked a bit disgusted but were happy to know this was finally going in the direction it needed to be.

Timelapse…

“Push y/n you got this! Come on, you're almost there!”

The nurse shouted as the other labor and delivery nurse stood in front of your exposed lower area, preparing you to give birth. Your husband standing right next to you, holding your hand to let you know that you were not alone, he was there every step of the way.

“You’ve got this!”

“One! two! three! push!”

Wailing cries of your newly born baby, having yet to be embraced by their mother. Tears peering down from your cheeks.

“How beautiful, a wonderful baby girl y/n.”

A baby girl?

Levi thought to himself, his eyes widening.

The nurses cleaned the newborn as they wrapped her in a swaddling blanket provided by the hospital.

“Go on dear, hold your baby. Skin to skin contact is very important to build that motherly connection.”

The sweet nurse smiled, “Now father needs a turn, captain would you like to hold her?”

Never seeing him so nervous before, he was gently opening his arms out in your direction gently scooping his baby girl into his arms, his gaze softening, as a small smile creeped its way in, finally his head codling into her neck.

“What should we name her?” cocking your head to its side smiling at your dear husband.

“Hmm… how about Lena? It means light… in this case she is the light in our lives.”

Levi turned to look at you, you lovingly gazed at him.

“That is a lovely name… Lena.” Your lips parted softly reiterating that name.

As time had passed the baby had grown in just a few months, and your postpartum recovery was a success. Levi had been the most caring and helpful husband he could be, without him things would have been tough.

There he was lying asleep on his chair, his favorite book resting on his chest, his eyes completely shut and his tea half drank sitting on the nightstand right beside his chair.

My dear Levi. you thought to yourself.

It's been well over a couple of months since giving birth and well… let's just say you have been yearning for some rejuvenation with your husband for quite some time now. You hesitated at first but thought this would be your only chance as the baby is in a deep sleep.

Your proximity was much closer as you stood bending over right in front of his sleeping self, removing the book from his hand that was against his chest. A sudden wide eyed Levi looked in your direction. His arms stretched outwards as he had been stuck in that position for a while.

“What are you do–” Immediately hushing his lips with your finger, looking at you shockingly.

“I don't want to wake our baby girl up from her slumber Levi.” Quietly saying, a big smirk forming on your face. You slowly crept your way onto his lap, his hands grasping onto your hips so that it would prevent you from falling.

“You know I have been wanting to show you how grateful I am for you, and how much of a great daddy– I mean.. father and husband you’ve been.”

“Is that so y/n?” His husky voice crooned.

Your thin silken robe falling off your shoulders as your sweet self became more erotic by the second, your husband couldn’t compose himself from you. You were like the first piece of candy a toddler ever had in his life. His hands running down from your shoulders to the silken robe that was ready to be tugged off of your naked body that was underneath it all. Your perky nipples poking through as the sight of it made Levi’s print tense up as you could feel it rise from below your waist.

“You're excited aren’t you?”

Your face inching closer to his, the robe you sneakily un-tied slipping off your body so easily.

“Oops guess that was by accident huh?” Putting on a fake pout across your lips.

Your breasts were fully exposed and so was the rest of your beautiful soft skin, you began to slowly remove his bottoms, his solid cock poked out jerking back and forth.

“What would you like me to do, Captain?” You lustfully asked.

“Get on top, now.” He demanded, nodding your head in approval.

Your folds were already soaked from just the mere thought of your own husband thrusting inside your walls. Positioning yourself to prepare for entry, the feeling of two rough hands massaging on either side of each breast. You began to whimper, his eyes looked up at you as you melted into his touch, licking around your breasts squishing them together as he stuffed his face in between them, pulling himself back as he asked.

“Is this okay darling?”

You nodded your head, suddenly your juices began dripping right on top of his throbbing cock. As you slowly lowered your body the entrance being penetrated by his large hard on, it was hard to not moan so loudly. His hand rapidly wrapped around your mouth as you groaned into it.

“Oh fuckkk!”

His hips thrusting up his groans increasing in volume, the loud gushy sounds of your wet pussy being fucked by his large cock made it feel and sound so entoxicating. Grinding your hips into his you began to touch and massage your breasts pleasuring yourself as Levi watched every second of it feeling that he needed more and more of you. Gripping your hips hard as he moved it back and forth along with the rhythm of his hip movements.

“Fuckin hell, Goddamn it mmm!” His head leaning back into the pleasures of your wet pussy and his long desire to fuck you after months on end. Bending over, your lips reaching his neck as you planted wet sloppy kisses around; Levi quickly picked his head back up as he transitioned into kissing you back aggressively with his lips one hand digging into your hair as the other on your lower back. This sex was passionate, dirty, lustful but most importantly… loving. The desire between two lovers is what made it that good. The pace began to rapidly increase in speed, as your foreheads leaned against one another, your hot sweaty bodies touching one another.

“Keep going captain, oh my god you feel so good inside me… shit!”

Hearing you yearn for him ignited a fire inside him, he kissed you intensely gripping your waist even harder as his finger tips dug into your skin as painful as it was it felt so fucking good it was YOU he wanted and needed most in this exact moment.

“I’m about to cum Levi! Oh my god!” your huffs and puffs getting louder.

“Me too gorgeous, keep going p-please!”

The sudden wave of high ecstasy was reached, it felt euphoric. A different feeling of high, as you both released a sudden warmth filled within your walls and his cock pulsating as you began to feel shivers fill all throughout your body. You both panting from all the work being put in.

“You did one hell of a job there, I’m glad you’re back”

“Me too.” You giggled.

Suddenly you heard a soft cry come from the other room.

“I got her dear, go rest, I'll take care of our little one.” Levi insisted as he smiled.

“Thank you Captain.” Pecking your forehead with a kiss and patting your head.

This is what you’ve wanted in life and so did he… a family he can call his own.

[viablemess]

Let Me Be Your- (Polites Centric Fanfic)

Before Polites’ was Odysseus’ reminder to greet the world with open arms, he was many other things to the King of Ithaca. This story explores what those things were.  Polites is my comfort character so naturally I must write about his history. Very rough draft drabble stage currently and may post it on AO3 soon, but wanted some initial feedback. Thanks!

Stranger (Chapter 1/6?)

The first time Polites met Odysseus, he did not even go by the name Polites. In fact, he remembered very little of the meeting itself. He remembered what he did not like, and how those factors were mitigated afterwards, but that meant little to him in the moment. 

All Polites remembered, really, was chaos. He did not even know what chaos as a word was, but he knew things were anything but normal. People were screaming, fleeing, and fighting–who was fighting who, the child was not even sure. He just knew to run. That was the last thing his parents had said, and so he listened. He was good at listening, good at doing what he was told, good at following orders. So, listen he did. He ran, and ran, and ran until his legs could not anymore. He ran away from the fires and the buildings, the screaming and the blood, until he reached a tiny camp surrounded by otherwise mundane plantlife. He stared, and before he could even think about his actions, he collapsed into the center of it, ignorant to the hollering questions off in the distance. 

When he woke up, it was to voices. They sounded annoyed. 

“What do we do with a child?”

“He’s the enemy, I think I know what-”

“You forgot that he’s a child, you dipshit-” 

“What’s even the difference?”

His eyes opened and he scrambled backwards, right into another body. This one was not like the others, not covered in armor and so much bigger. This boy was close to him in height and stature, and without thinking, he ran behind the other boy, grasping at his shoulders as if using him as a shield. 

“Unhand the prince-”

“No.” A commanding voice said, and he ducked down, behind the boy. The boy turned towards the new voice on instinct and without hesitation. “Odysseus, this boy is the same age as you. What would you do with him?”

The boy–Odysseus–took a deep breath. “What do you mean, father?”

“I mean would you spare him, or not? He is our enemy, and he is a child. I took you with me so you can learn more, and based on what you have learned, what would you do with him?” 

He let go of Odysseus as if burned, and ran backwards behind a nearby tree, but it felt as if there were soldiers everywhere now–all around him, limping and moaning back towards camp in a cacophony of reunification. He grabbed onto the bark of the tree with trembling fingers. 

“He hasn’t done anything wrong,” Odysseus said, looking between his father and him. “Right?”

He shook his head. How could he have done something wrong if his family was attacked for no reason? Or at least no reason that he could remember. He just remembered being told to run. “I–I have not.” 

“They all say that, kid,” said a voice from afar. The man told them to be silent. 

“I don’t even know what I could have done wrong,” he said, a tremble beginning in his voice. No, no–his parents told him to be strong, even in the face of powerful people, and a prince certainly was powerful, so if he wasn’t–then–then-

“He should be spared then,” said Odysseus, as if it was the simplest thing in the world. 

Odysseus’ father nodded. “Very well. I will respect your decision, Odysseus.” 

He said nothing. He simply held onto the tree, even as Odysseus approached him and reached out a hand. “Hi, I’m Ody. I can take you, if you want.” Not take care of you, but take you. He frowned. 

“What does that mean?”

That appeared to bring Odysseus up short. “I mean, like a slave. I can take you, so you’re with someone your own age and not with who knows who. I will make sure you’re looked after and stuff.” Really, what more could he hope for? He still had his mother’s blood on him, Gods knew everything would come crashing down eventually. 

“Um,” He reached out and shook Odysseus’ hand. “Very well. Thank…” he did not know if he should look at the king or the Prince Odysseus. He tried to stand up straighter. “Thank you.” 

“What will you call him?” The man asked. 

Odysseus frowned. “What’s your-”

“No,” the man interjected. “You name him, Odysseus.” 

He stared and waited. Odysseus looked deep in contemplation. “You said that slaves are like how I learn to treat animals and tools, right? And that without animals and tools and goods a city isn’t worth much?”

A slightly exasperated sigh followed. “Not in those words, but perhaps.” 

“So… I should treat him like I treat any citizen. Any member of the polis. What do you think of Polites?”

He stared. “I’m sorry?”

“The name. Polites. What do you think?”

It wasn’t his, but it was a name–it was a sign they would keep him alive. “I like it,” he said, sounding the name on his tongue. 

“Good!” Odysseus beamed and clapped him on the shoulder. “Well then, Polites, it is good to meet you. I’m Odysseus of Ithaca.”

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Unexpected 27

Sequel to Unsolicited

Warnings: non/dubcon, pregnancy, car sex, Lloyd being the worst, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

Lloyd’s absence does not extend to your dreams. Your nights are haunted by him, horrifying premonitions of your future together. Rather apart. You’re trapped in that house, alone, with a screaming baby, a child that grows to resent you, that drains you dry and blames you for being a husk.

Under his thumb, even from a distance. 

The haze swirls and another twisted scene paints your unconscious. You hear his voice first, a long groan, and hiss shortened behind his teeth, a harsh snarl which resembles, “son of a dick.” Footsteps surround you, softened deliberately as they circle the room, a snap, a click, and a loud scrape.

You grunt and your eyes slit, the room darkened with shadows, static with your fatigue. You search through the dim, a black figure leaning against the dresser, broad shoulders and a dipped head. It’s not a dream. He’s back.

Three and a half weeks. Not a word from him. None from you either.

You suppress a moan as you sit up, a twang in your hips, and reach to turn on the lamp. The glow burst around the room and limns the dark stains pooling slickly across his dark clothing. He drags his foot and turns to face you, leaning on the dresser so it knocks against the wall. You sigh.

“Is this how it’s going to be? You leave without a word and come back… like this?”

He says nothing as he pushes his head to the side. His jaw squares beneath a thick layer of stubble. He turns and uses one hand to guide the other onto the painted wood. He takes a breath and withholds a rumble that nestles in his chest as he slams his weight down and you hear his shoulder pop. He sighs and leans his head back.

“Shit,” he growls and bends his arm gingerly, not quite able to get it all the way. He stretches his fingers and shakes them out.

A whole month. He’s missed a whole month of your pregnancy. Sloughed you off on his parents like an orphan. Is that what this child is going to be to him?

You turn your back to him and swipe up the pillow and grip the bed frame. You’re even bigger now. It takes two tries to haul your ass up off the mattress. The couch is even less hospitable for your burning hip bones.

“Stay,” he says, “please.”

“Lloyd–”

“Give me a fucking second,” he sneers, “I…” He begins, “I need your help, peaches.”

You stop and slowly face him across the bed. He peels off his black turtleneck awkwardly as his left arm refuses to raise all the way. The fabric catches on something along his back and he tugs with a grunt. He reveals the bruises up his torso, several formidable slashes along his side. The blood makes you queasy.

“I can’t reach this,” he turns and shows his back, the broken blade of a knife jutting out from the muscle around his ribs.

“Jesus Christ, Lloyd, I’m gonna fucking puke,” you drop the pillow back to the bed and cover your mouth.

“I’m gonna be honest, I already did,” he chuckles as he limps around the foot of the bed.

He surpasses you and disappears into the bathroom. You wait, frozen as the sight of him sears into your retinas. What the fuck was he doing?

He returns and tosses the white kit on the bed. He spins and sits with a wheezy grunt as he winces. His hand tremors as he rolls his eyes back.

“You wanna grab a cloth and put pressure around the wound, then pull the blade straight. Don’t wiggle it–”

“Lloyd, you need a doctor–”

“Doctor’s ask questions,” he frowns, the gash in his brow made more obvious by his expression, “you can do it, peaches. I’ve had worse–”

You’re quiet as you gulp back bile. He has a lot of faith in you. A lot of trust that you won’t twist the blade deeper to hear him suffer. You click your tongue and go to grab some hand towels from the linen closet.

He turns on the bed, hovering awkwardly on the edge as he presents his back. You reluctantly wipe around the blade, nearly gagging as you press the cloth around it and grip the shorn end with your fingers. You retch but hold it back.

“You’re doing fine, sweetheart,” Lloyd grits out, his fingers clutched around a fold in the blankets, “once you get that thing out, you need put as much pressure on it as you–”

You pull and the blade slides out slowly. He roars and curls forward as he quakes. His visible agony is both satisfying and startling. You get the metal free and push the cloth flat over the wound, the slippery blade falling from your grasp.

“Oh god, are you sure you shouldn’t see a professional?”

“I’ve been stabbed before. He didn’t hit anything important.”

“Didn’t– Before?” You scoff, “Christ.”

“What did I tell you? The less you know, the better.”

You’re silent as you keep the cloth firm against him. He groans and sits up straight. You have a thousand thoughts swirling in your head, some angry, some confused, others even worried.

“You gotta stitch me up,” he says, “you know how to sew…”

“I’m gonna barf,” you look over at the curve needle in the kit.

“Well, just aim it away from me,” he clucks, “peaches, you just gotta sterilise me, then a few stitches should do the job.”

You take a breath, your tongue slimy with a nauseous sheen. He reaches for the kits and wipes the blood from his hands with one of the pre-packaged alcohol wipes. He then peels open the little packet with the needle and threads it with expert precision. He holds it out for you to see.

You take it shakily and ease back the cloth with your other hand. You cringe as your lashes flutter. You shudder and try to steady your grip. You poke the tip into his skin and another gag lumps in your throat. You manage to pierce through to the other side and weave the thread into his flesh. You swallow and take a deep breath.

“So…” you have to talk, you can’t think about what you're doing, “you left.”

“Work,” he says bluntly.

“Mm, it’s been almost a month.”

“You didn’t want me around.”

You huff. You jab him a bit too harshly and he grunts. You correct course and sniff.

“I wanted you to make a goddamn effort beyond getting your dick hard,” you snap.

“I was making a goddamn effort. I was making money for our little girl.”

You shake your head, “sure. While I’m stuck here.”

��Not alone–”

“So fucking what? You let your parents do the heavy lifting, huh? Never do anything yourself.”

“Oh, don’t–”

“No, Lloyd,” you pull the thread tight and knot it. He gives you the scissors as you snap your fingers, “you don’t. I won’t do this. I’m not going to have this… baby only for you to run off whenever you feel like it. Do you think this is going to be a vacation? My body is going to be ruined, I’m going to be miserable, and you’re going to go find someone else to torment.”

You cut the wire and strain as you push yourself back to your feet. You go around him and toss the scissors and unused tail of thread into the kit, “I know you, Lloyd Hansen, too well.”

His nose flares and his eyes list away, “I told you, I don’t want anyone else. You need to let that go–”

“Fuck you,” you spit out. “I’m human, Lloyd, unlike you. Yeah, it fucking hurts to be the one tossed away for some bimbo blonde. Is that what you want to hear? That I have fucking feelings.”

He blinks. A long blink. “I know. Peaches,” he looks at you, “it’s one of the many things I admire in you.” 

You’re taken aback by the authenticity in his voice, in his expression. It’s not some comment on your ass or your tits, it’s damn near a real compliment.

“I’m sorry, I really am. And I heard you. You wanted space, you got it. But you gotta listen to me too, sweet cheeks.”

“Sure,” you say dully, “what? What did I do this time?”

He squints and his forehead wrinkles, “baby. Kid. Why won’t you say it? Girl? We’re having a little girl. A daughter.”

You take a breath, your shoulders rise and fall. You look at him, take him in, blood, sweat, and who knows what else.

“Fine, girl. Daughter. I get it Lloyd, I got it from day one. About time you do, too.”

He purses his lips and his throat bobs, “yeah, I guess you got me there.” 

He stands, slightly slouched as the pain twitches in his cheek. He grasps the top of his pants as he takes an uneven step.

“Peaches, I’m holding back the horny but I do need some help with these,” he says as he limps toward the bathroom, “gotta wash all this shit off me.”

“Mhmm,” you say as you follow him, “and I gotta change the damn sheets.” You nudge him so he exclaims, “always making a goddamn mess.

“Yeah, well, you’re so good at cleaning it up,” he chortles as he grasps the doorframe, “Peaches, you’re gonna be a great mother.”

“Shut up,” you retort, “it’s late and you smell.”

[sardonic-sprite]

Dad!Tim AU pt 6

Bc Q keeps randomly knocking down my door and screaming EIRA every few months/aff

Part 1

Within a week the family has worked together to craft an official statement for the press

If it weren't for goddamn ras tim would be advocating the "keep all reporters and paps the fuck away from my baby" approach, but as it is he just has to try to minimize damage

They hold a small press conference in Wayne tower, where they've got absolute top security around, and Bruce is right by Tim's side expressing unwavering support and 0 judgment as Tim states that he's stepping down from his position (not CEO he was in charge if like R&D since Bruce came back)... in order to care for his infant daughter

Dead silence. Wide-eyed stares

Tim takes a deep deep breath and says

"Her name is Eira Bahar Wayne. Her mother is my best friend *he's a bit choked up, because he's never going to get them to understand exactly what steph is, more than friend, other than lover, one of the most amazing women in the world* and if you will all take a moment now to turn off any flash or recording lights... they'll come out and say hello."

It was a calculated move, introducing Eira literally in Stephs arms. Tim's the famous one, no one will forget that he's a teen parent, that he claimed this kid. He's also eiras literal biological father, she has 23 chromosomes from him and sooner or later that's going to become apparent

She also has 23 chromosomes from a woman who is not steph.

There can't ve any doubt in the publics mind that steph carried and bore Eira, tho, or ras has an in. So Eira meets the world this way, so that the very first pictures to exist of her are *with her mother*, with Steph smiling so lovingly and holding her totally correct, eiras blanket and stephs dress even subtly matching and complimenting Tim's suit.

That's why he goes to meet them, arm around stephs back, and brushes eiras little Itty bitty curls that Tim thinks are from his mom, and they step forward as a unit

He thinks it works

Camera shutters are GOING OFF (thankfully no flash, he didn't want to go red robin on them) and several reporters are awwing and sighing

They ask a few questions, to Tim and to steph. They share facts - eiras birth height and weight, how long Tim and steph have known each other - but not stories - how long wad the birth, did you decide to have a child or happy accident?

Tim kind of wants to punch the guy who asked that but he forces a laugh and says it's rude to ask a lady such things

And then it's over and the next day 3 different newspapers have it as the headline story

Eira becomes a celebrity overnight. All of Gotham is SCREECHING about how adorable she is, how adorable their family is, how Tim is now a DILF (he blocks that tag) how lucky steph is to have Tim and eira

(There's other screeching too, about teen parents and recklessness and gold digging and debauchery and-- Babs keeps all that off Tim's and stephs feeds, monitoring it herself to ensure it never gets too loud)

Tumblr has an EIRA WAYNE PROTECTION SQUAD blog with over a hundred followers, #eiratheadorable is trending on Twitter, and they've recievied probably fifty handmade baby things in the past 2 months - blankets, hats, mittens, an empty scrapbook to fill, a nursery-appropriate superheroes painting

It's a little overwhelming but it's kind of nice

Tim and steoh make sure to go out and be seen every few weeks, together or apart, with eira on their hip, in a baby sling, in a stroller. For the most part people keep a respectful distance as they beam and coo and wave, and anyone who doesn't is quickly blocked by Cass or Damian, or dick when he's in town

(Jason isn't supposed to be alive and Bruce was found to be way too over protective. Tim AGREES but daaaad stop, you can't give away your batman voice bc one idiot had his flash on)

And exactly 3 months after eiras announcement, the perfect amount of time to cement her as part of the family, cute and tiny and lovable, an ideal in Gotham imagination...

Bruce and Talia announce their marriage and the date for a public, FANCY, vow-renewal, and take the people by STORM

Ta da?