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hey darling,
could please do a mick x twin sister where she’s dating lando and just make it all sweet and lovely please? 😊
BROTHERS & BOYFRIENDS
PAIRINGS: lando norris x schumacher twin!reader
TYPE: social media au
ynschumacher
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ynschumacher: my ride or die since ‘99! happy birthday to my favorite twin ever! you may be older (by a minute) but i’m definitely wiser than you:) i love youu tons, bro 💗
tagged: @mickschumacher
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mickschumacher: i’m your only twin, hello???
mickschumacher: happy birthday to you too, i love you 💗
↳ ynschumacher: just to clarify, i won! i posted before you did
↳ mickschumacher: i mean, i guess 🤷🏼
user: this is so cute, i can’t, omg 🥺
user: seeing baby mick and yn makes me the happiest
gina_schumacher: happy birthday to my favorite duo 🥳
↳ ynschumacher: we love youu 😘
lewishamilton: happiest of birthdays to the both you! 🤩❤️
landonorris: happy birthday to mick (and mick only)
↳ ynschumacher: this is why nobody likes you 😑
↳ landonorris: you do;)
user: “we’ll be a fine line” to “we’ll be alright”
↳ user: crying, wtf 😭
user: the fourth slide with michael & corinna:((
user: happy bday to you both!! 💗
georgerussell63: happy birthday you two!! ❤️
user: this makes me so sad and happy at the same time 🥺
↳ user: same!!
estebanocon: happy bday to my favorite twins 🥳
landonorris
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landonorris: don’t mind us, a little party never killed anybody
tagged: @mickschumacher @estebanocon @ynschumacher
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user: yn and mick are the definition of buy one, get one free
↳ landonorris: can confirm they come in a package 😩
↳ ynschumacher: two peas in a pod, babe 🤪
↳ user: oMG OMG I LOVE YOU ALL
mickschumacher: 🤩
user: mick, estie and lando?? i didn’t realize i needed this trio
estebanocon: friday’s are for partying!
user: yn and lando MY FAVS!!! 😍
user: my ynlando heart
ynschumacher: twas fun! ❤️
ynschumacher: i love you 😘
↳ landonorris: 😘 i love you more, my love
user: lando, how does it feel to be dating THE YN SCHUMACHER?
danielricciardo: thanks for the invite, mate! 😄
user: the second slide, i’m in love 😩
user: alexa, how to be yn schumacher?
user: can’t believe she chose lando over me
user: my favs 🥺❤️
ynschumacher
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ynschumacher: lover + bro = yn third wheeling
tagged: @landonorris @mickschumacher
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mickschumacher: landoooo 🥰
↳ ynschumacher: he’s MY lando 😡
↳ mickschumacher: our*
landonorris: hey mick(ey) you’re so fine
↳ ynschumacher: yn* thank you 😘
↳ landonorris: i guess you’re fine too 🤷🏻
user: we’ve got lando third wheeling the twins, mick third wheeling the couple and yn third wheeling the brothers in-law
↳ user: LMAOO you’re so right 🤣
user: i’m literally in love with this trio
estebanocon: mr. third-wheel
gina_schumacher: someone really needs a girlfriend
↳ user: I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE!!!
↳ user: thanks for welcoming me to the family 🥰
user: idk who i love more ynlando or lando and mick
user: my favs (plus lando)
user: the caption 😂
user: ynlando owns my heart ❤️
landonorris
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landonorris: my heart ❤️ (shoutout to mick for planning this!)
tagged: @ynschumacher
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ynschumacher: my lover 😘
↳ landonorris: ❤️
mickschumacher: nothing but the best for my favs 🤩
↳ landonorris: my fav twin 😘
↳ ynschumacher: ??????
user: WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO TO HAVE MICK AS A BROTHER, OMG?!?!?
↳ user: i want him as my man 🤭
user: you’re telling me mick planned this???? 😭
user: idk who i should be more jealous of
oscarpiastri: cute!
estebanocon: you’re telling me mick isn’t third wheeling??
↳ landonorris: can you believe it?
user: “my heart” brb gonna go jump off a cliff
user: i just know mick is crying in a corner rn wishing he never set this date night for them 🤣
user: idk if i should be jealous of yn, lando, or mick
user: still can’t believe this mf managed to bag THE YN SCHUMACHER
ynschumacher and landonorris
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ynschumacher: weekly recap:))
tagged: @landonorris
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user: “pretty girl” 😭😭😭
mickschumacher: you’re not the only one he calls pretty
↳ landonorris: hi pretty boy 😉
user: brb gonna go take a bath with my toaster 😔
user: my ynlando heart, omg!!
landonorris: my stunning girlfriend, everyone 😍
landonorris: i love youu 😘
↳ ynschumacher: i love youu moreee 😘
carlossainz55: this makes me sick
↳ mickshumacher: i agree
↳ ynschumacher: 😡😡😡 HATERS
user: im in love with them 😩
maxfewtrell: we get it, you’re in love 🙄
user: yn, how does it feel to live my dream?!!???
user: how do you feel about mick trying to steal your man?
user: this is too cute, wtf 😭
landonorris and ynschumacher
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landonorris: summer break with my favorite girl 💘
tagged: @ynschumacher
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user: thanks for reminding me that i’m single 😠
ynschumacher: i adore you, lover 😘
ynschumacher: who’s got you smiling like that??
↳ landonorris: you, pretty girl 😘 ily
↳ user: toaster bath sounds real nice right about now 👍🏼
user: i feel so single, wtf
user: atp lando’s account is pretty much a yn stan account
mickschumacher: i’ll admit, this is cute
mickschumacher: ❤️
user: i will never get over him calling her “pretty girl” 😭
user: im not jealous, im not jealous, im not jealous
user: yn, i can treat you so much better than him
user: she’s so pretty wtf 😩
oscarpiastri: my favs 🧡
user: bro, you’re making me feel so single wtf
ynschumacher
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ynschumacher: small photo dump of my twin & boyfriend aka my favorite boys!! ❤️
tagged: @mickschumacher @landonorris
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user: that 4th slide 😭😭😭 that should be me making him laugh like that … BYEEEE
user: yn, babe, is that you cutting mick’s hair in the first post?
↳ ynschumacher: yes!
↳ user: oMG AKANS I LOVE YOU SO MUCH WKSP
user: that lando pic has me 🫠
user: her brother’s fine asf and her man is fine asf 😩
user: “my favorite boys” 🥺🥺
mickschumacher: who’s that fine ass guy in the second post?
mickschumacher: this confirms i’m your fav sibling, btw
↳ ynschumacher: my favorite tWIN!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️🤪
↳ mickschumacher: i’m your only twin 🙄
↳ gina_schumacher: aw, i feel so loved 🥰
↳ ynschumacher: you’re my favorite sister 😘
user: lando’s smile, omg 😩
user: ya’ll talking about lando, but mick 😍😍😍
landonorris: i’m the luckiest, i swear
landonorris: i love you so much, pretty girl ❤️❤️❤️
↳ ynschumacher: ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ i luv you too, pretty boy
landonorris
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landonorris: every single day i spent with you is always my favorite … i love you! ❤️
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user: this was my final straw 😭 who wants to join me and jump off a bridge??!??
↳ user: sleeping on the train track is better 😍
↳ user: toaster bath and i’ll join!!!!
↳ user: ya’ll crazy 💀 let’s all drink bleach!!!
user: this mf is soo whipped
maxfewtrell: simp
mickschumacher: that’s so cheesy but cute
user: YA’LL BETTER GET MARRIED!!! 😩
↳ user: if they do, ima be the happiest person ever
user: parents are cute 🥺🧡
ynschumacher: right back at you, pretty boy 😘😘😘😘
ynschumacher: you make me the happiest ❤️
↳ landonorris: my pretty girl i love you!! ❤️❤️❤️
user: crying myself to sleep 😭😭😭
user: i will never get over the “pretty boy” “pretty girl”
user: still in denial that he took my girlfriend away from me
user: idk if yn is lucky or if it’s lando
↳ user: lando bc he’s dating THE YN SCHUMACHER
user: adopt me please 🙏🏼
user: lando’s so lucky to be able to call her “his” 😭😭
↳ user: please do not remind me
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Halloween Sandwich
#Modern au
#Trick or treat with Ferrus and Fulgrim
#NSFW, 3p, noncon, reader is female...
#Happy Halloween with @roroco316
You had been so proud of your Halloween costume idea this year. Nothing too flashy or elaborate - just a classic ghost get-up that you could easily throw together from some old fabric layer. The pale, diaphanous draping perfectly complimented your lithe figure while offering an air of eerie mystery that you thought was deliciously spooky.
At least, that's what you assumed until the first trick-or-treaters showed up.
An insistent rapping at your front door drew your grinning steps, already clutching at an overflowing basket with all the sugary loot. Surely these kiddies would get a thrill at seeing your haunting visage lurking behind the threshold! Tossing the sheet's tattered hem up to better obscure your face, you creaked the door open with an ominous groan.
"Oooooh, which tiny monsters come calling at my house?"
With a dramatic flourish, you flung aside the covering only to freeze in utter stupefaction. Because the sight that greeted you on the other side was anything but childish innocence.
Framed in the flickering glow of your porch lights stood two towering, impossibly statuesque figures grinning down at you. Both were clad in... well, outfits that could barely be considered proper costumes—leaving almost nothing to the imagination.
The first was some sort of bejeweled, leather get-up that looked like it belonged in a particularly porno. Amethyst silken scarves swirling around his chiseled physique scarcely concealed perky nipples and an absolutely thunderous package bisecting his leather thong with obscene definition. His angular features had even been meticulously highlighted with eyeliner and artfully feathered bangs that framed his smoldering gaze with practiced allure.
And keeping him casual company was a positively rippling monolith of a man, dressed in...strategically wrapped bandages? His array of taut linen strips allowed tantalizing glimpses of sheened musculature and a deeply corrugated pelvis.
"What—?" Your voice came out in a strangled rasp, your diminutive form utterly dwarfed between these men You instinctively clutched your voluminous ghost sheet tight around your frame in self-consciousness, swallowing audibly. "Uh… hey… guys?"
"Why hellooo there, sexy little ghost," purred the first one, presumably Fulgrim by the voice with a serpentine undulation, his eyes practically smoldering like lava flows. "And just what brings you out haunting the streets on a night like this, hmm?"
They were hitting on you. You went completely rigid, your jaw doing its best impression of a gasping halibut as you processed the situation.
"You… gotta be kidding me...! How old are you two supposed to be exactly? Because I'm certainly not—"
"This old, dear” Fulgrim cooed in a lilting baritone, lifting a single finger to trace the curve of your chin.
Thankfully, the other man, Ferrus, elected to save his buddy from a well-deserved throat-punting by clearing his throat.
"Ah, don't mind my friend's poor manners, my little lady. The question still stands though..." His gaze lasered between your parted thighs like twin X rays, hefting a plastic pumpkin full of treats. "We've been… very good boys going door to door. So… are we due for some rewards… or does this evening demand a few tricks instead...?"
It took you a few seconds to process his insinuations before you physically recoiled, spine snapping rigid with incredulity.
"Wha—You... you've gotta be joking right now, you perverts! That's it, I'm not in the mood to deal with demented horndogs on Halloween!"
Your threat was sharply cut off as Fulgrim abruptly stepped in closer, effectively caging you against the doorframe with one palm slammed against the surface. You swallowed thickly at his proximity, the former's musky sandalwood cologne flooding your senses with intoxicating potency as he loomed overhead like an avalanche.
"Now, now...surely my stunning treat isn't asking for any...unpleasantries?" Fulgrim purred, tilting his head. "After all, I simply must insist on having my cake... and eating it too..."
His free hand brazenly snaked through the tattered concealing drape of your costume, fingers nimbly finding and tweaking your cloth-obscured nipple. You jolted with a yelping gasp at the sudden violation, only for Ferrus' tree-trunk-thick arms to wrap around you from behind and pin your flailing against his.
"Easy there, my little lady… ee can do this the easy way..." he growled against the back of your ear, the delicious heat of his breath already leaving you in a dizzy spiral.
Between their twin enormities compressing against your front and back, your head spun dizzily, fingers scrabbling for any leverage as you thrashed in weak protest. But every struggle only served to grind your vulnerable form against the solid bulwarks of their rippling muscles and swelling codpieces...
With a frustrated mewl, you finally wilted between your captors like a rag doll, eyelids fluttering as you stared up helplessly at Fulgrim's razor-carved jawline and gleaming smirk.
"F-Fine… you giant… freaks..." you rasped in meek capitulation. "I-I'll...give you your stupid Halloween treat this year..."
Because let's be honest here. Some tricks simply don't require costumes to be properly appreciated…
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Somehow managing a shaky smirk through your dazed panting, you mustered a glare up at them both. Your voice was raspy but defiant.
"F..fuck you..." The words earned matching barks of lewd laughter from them both as they leaned in closer.
"Yeah..." Ferrus grinned. "Fuck me. All night long, little lady…”
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Silk & Spice [Teaser]
SUMMARY: You're here to forget your worries, and who better to help you than not just one but two beautiful men? Here's hoping you haven't bit off more than you can chew. PAIRING: incubi!jihan x fem!reader GENRE: smut (none this teaser), suggestive AU/TROPE: demon au WORD COUNT: 548 this teaser WARNINGS: party setting, evil twins evil twinning RATING: mature A/N: happy birthday to shua! i'd love to be posting the full version of this today, but my winter collabs have taken over my life. so here's a little teaser from the standalone prequel to the rest of the demonteen universe featured in my halloween mini collab with @justhere4kpop. huge shout out to @hobeemin for the banner and dividers <3 i am in love with them masterlist | join my taglist | buy me a coffee?
Your overly carefree attitude was what drew Joshua toward you in the first place, a hint of something sour lacing your otherwise pleasant scent. It was a front, clearly; one he fully intended to break through. He flashed a smirk over his shoulder as he dropped Jeonghan’s hand and carefully sidled up next to you, his brother following suit on your other side. Your eyes blinked open as your arm brushed against the elder, startling and stumbling back into Joshua’s chest. He reached a careful hand out to steady you, meeting your wide, doe-eyed stare with a soft smile.
“I’m so sorry, we didn’t mean to startle you,” he called over the music, holding his hands up in a peaceful gesture once you were steady. “You just looked like you were having so much fun, we were hoping we could join you.”
Your eyes narrowed warily, and Jeonghan flashed a smirk from over your shoulder, cocking an eyebrow at him in challenge. The look was gone quickly as you turned, letting your eyes drag over him before you returned it to Joshua, giving him the same treatment. On any normal night, you’d scoff and turn them away without a second thought. With your recent rejection fresh in your mind, though, the prospect of a night spent with one or both of the gorgeous men beside you was a very appealing one. Their presence was intoxicating already, and you felt yourself leaning subconsciously into them. Slowly, the tension in your body eased, a smirk spreading over your features.
“I don’t see why not.”
Joshua grinned, taking half a step closer to you as he finally let his gaze rake over your body. “Fantastic,” he practically purred, a glint of something mischievous in his eyes. “I’m Joshua, by the way.”
Before you could return his greeting, you were cut off, his friend’s arms settling loosely on your hips as he settled behind you. “Jeonghan,” he muttered, his breath sending a shudder down your spine.
“Y/N,” you breathed, leaning back into him. “I’m Y/N. I take it you two are a package deal?”
They both chuckled to themselves as Joshua slotted himself in front of you, taking your hands and settling them on his shoulders. “You don’t seem too bothered by that.”
You hummed, shaking your head as you let yourself melt between the pair, the warmth of their bodies wrapping around you to dull the noise of the party. “Bothered? No. Curious, yes,” you hummed, reaching up to card a hand into Joshua’s hair. “Why do you need little ol’ me when you’ve got each other?”
To your surprise, the quieter man behind you barked a laugh, his grip tightening on your hips. “You misunderstand, lovely. We’re not interested in one another. We just happen to have similar tastes.” You grinned, glancing at him out of the corner of your eye. The darkness in his gaze sent a shudder down your spine. “And a penchant for competition.”
Breath catching in your throat, you turned your startled gaze back to the man in front of you. He wore a similar expression to his friend as he pressed further into your space, sandwiching you between them. “What do you say, darling? Care to find out who can please you better?”
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#seventeen smut#svt smut#joshua x reader#joshua hong x reader#hong jisoo x reader#joshua hong smut#hong jisoo smut#jeonghan x reader#yoon jeonghan x reader#jeonghan smut#yoon jeonghan smut#svt#seventeen#nebulous write#neb.svt#neb.s&s
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kiss it better - pt. 2
sukuna x nurse!reader
contents: modern au, f!reader, sukuna is just a guy™️, it's your weekend off but ofc he's gonna bother you, some swearing, innuendos
word count: 2.5K
a/n: people seemed to like the first one so here's part two (which was supposed to be about the same length but I definitely let get away from me), i know i made him ooc at the end there but i really just wanted him to be so whipped its not even funny ((also i apologize for the un-aestheticness of my posts i will try harder in the future 💀))
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You were laying on the couch relaxing when your phone began to ring, the number for your building's intercom system on the screen. It was odd, you weren’t expecting any company until later today, but you shrugged it off and picked up anyway. Maybe it was a package you had forgotten about.
You should have known better.
“Hello?”
“Hey sweetheart.”
You immediately frowned as Sukuna’s voice came through the speaker, “What do you want?”
“Well I found myself in need of a little TLC and I was nearby, so…think you can patch me up?”
“Why me??” You rubbed your temples to quell the headache you knew was coming, “Can’t you go bother some other nurse?”
“Aww but you’re my favourite.”
There weren’t many options. You knew that if you hung up now he’d just call his twin brother to be let in and still come bother you. Yuji lived a few floors below you with his boyfriend Megumi, coincidentally another nurse. You’d run into Sukuna coming to visit when you were arriving home from a day shift, which unfortunately meant he’d found out where you lived.
You let out a deep sigh, “Fine.”
His reply was cut off by you buzzing him in, effectively dropping the call.
Soon enough there was a knock on the door, and you went over to open it, letting Sukuna smugly saunter into your apartment.
“You do know it’s my weekend off right?”
“Why do you think I’m here and not at the clinic?” he asked, eyes flashing knowingly.
You knew that he knew. Your coworker had texted you last night telling you that the “big sexy broody man with the tattoos” had come in asking for you, and she’d told him you had the weekend off from work. This also meant that he had gotten in a fight last night, and this morning.
“Is it like a sexual thing? Are you a masochist or something?” You wondered aloud as you went over to grab your first aid kit.
You could nearly hear the smirk in Sukuna’s voice when he replied, “I’m not, but if you’re asking after my sexual preferences I’d be happy to give you a few demonstrations.”
“Stop that. I’m just trying to figure out why you’re willingly going out and getting beaten up like every night,” You said, and brought your supplies over to the kitchen counter.
“That’s hurtful,” he came over to lean against the counter next to you, “you think I’m not winning all these fights?”
“Need I remind you that just a month ago I was relocating your shoulder?”
“Just took a hit at the wrong angle sweetheart, besides, like I told you back then, the other guy looked worse than me.”
You shook your head, “Just show me where you’re hurt so I can kick you out and go back to relaxing.”
Sukuna held out his hands for you, which you could see had blood on them - not a rare occurrence - and a few knuckles looked to be split.
“I told you I needed some TLC, so where’s that tender loving?” he crooned with a grin.
You took his hands and examined them, “Right now you’re lucky that I’m even giving you care.”
The injuries were surface level, so you didn’t have to worry about setting any breaks or sprains, and just got straight to cleaning him up.
“So, what does such a pretty nurse do on her weekend off?”
“I have some friends coming over later. We’re all going to get ready and go out to a bar,” you replied as you carefully wiped the dried blood off his hands.
“You don’t sound very excited. Need me to come along and make things more fun for you?”
You could practically hear the leer in his voice, but you chose to ignore it.
“No,” you frowned,” I’m excited…I am. I’m just tired, and going out isn’t really my thing…but we haven’t gone out together in a while because I’m always on night shift, and they really wanted to go…”
Sukuna was staring at you when you looked up at him. You couldn’t pin the expression on his face, but the scrutiny made you blush a bit so you quickly looked back down to his hands. Normally it would have taken a lot less time for you to bandage his injured knuckles, but you needed to make sure that when you were done you didn’t still have a blush on your face.
If he noticed that you were a bit slow today, he either didn’t care or didn’t comment. Knowing Sukuna, it very well could have been both. The man was probably enjoying the extra attention.
“You’re all done,” you said, stepping back once everything was clean and wrapped.
He stood, taking a look at the work and giving you a lazy grin.
“What a good job, see this is why you’re my favourite.”
He suddenly stepped closer, trapping you against the opposite counter. As had become the norm since he’d dislocated his shoulder, he gently took your chin and tilted it up so you were looking at him and leaned in close.
“Thanks sweetheart.”
It still made your heart race every time he did it, but you tried your hardest to compose yourself and slipped out of his reach.
“Alright, alright, now go,” you started pushing him toward the door, “I have a hot date with a couch in about two minutes.”
“Any chance I could get in on that?”
You closed the door in his face, but you could still hear him laughing as he walked away from your apartment.
As you threw yourself on the couch you noticed how warm you felt, and you couldn’t help but think about how nice that broad chest of his would be to lay against.
You groaned and shoved your face into a pillow.
Hours later, you’d luckily shaken off your flustered thoughts, but sadly for you, your mind had other things to worry about.
You clenched a glass of water in your hand as you looked out at the crowd, knowing your friends were somewhere on the dance floor. The outing had been fine at first, but now you were too hot and it was too loud, and there were too many people around.
You needed some space.
There was a small porch in front of the bar, so you decided to step out onto it, hoping the cool night air would do you some good.
Just as you had taken a calming breath, a body slammed into yours and you lost your balance, causing you to tumble to the sidewalk hard.
You were vaguely aware of two men fighting right next to you, but your brain was still more concerned about the initial sting of hitting concrete.
“Hey knock it off!” You heard a familiar voice shout, bringing things back into focus.
“Can’t you see there’s other people around that might get caught in your shit?! Look what you did to this girl.”
When you looked up, it was to see Sukuna standing between you and the two guys fighting, who had paused to size him up.
“Why the fuck do you think we care?”
Sukuna's only reply was a solid punch to the man’s jaw. The guy went flying to the ground, and the other one figured it was probably best for his health if he left, so he made himself scarce.
“Hey,” you heard Sukuna’s voice, much softer this time.
You looked back over to find him crouching next to you, a hint of concern in his eyes.
“You okay?”
You nodded, and winced when you tried to shakily stand. Your knee was skinned, and some bits of rock and gravel had dug into your palm and forearm, but other than that you were alright. Nevertheless, Sukuna took your good arm and pulled you up.
“Want me to take you home?”
You nodded and he led you to his car. You managed to remember that you should probably let your friends know where you went, so you sent a text telling them you weren’t feeling well and that you were heading back to your apartment.
Sukuna was quiet on the drive, hands clenching and unclenching on the steering wheel and occasionally glancing over at you. Something was bothering him, that much you could tell, but what it was, you weren’t sure. It didn’t take long to get back to your building, and then Sukuna was walking you up to your unit, keeping a hand close to your back to support you if you needed it.
You turned to him once you reached your door, “Thanks for getting me home, and helping me back there.”
“It was nothing sweetheart, I’m glad nothing else happened.”
“Yeah, anyway I should..probably..” you motioned to your door and moved to push it open.
“You’re not gonna let me come in?”
You froze, “What, why?”
“Because you’re hurt,” he said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
You gave him a dry look, “I am a nurse you know, I think I can take care of myself.”
“But you shouldn’t have to.”
His words caught you off guard. The sincerity, and the way he shoved his hands in his pockets and looked the slightest bit embarrassed.
“You’re always taking care of people…let someone take care of you this time.”
You couldn’t help but stand there in silence for a moment, weighing his words, but something tugged at your heart, and you pushed the door wider so he could come in too.
“Okay. You can come in…I’m just gonna shower first, and wash up. I’ll be out soon,” you said, and headed off to your bathroom.
You let the hot water sink into your skin as you thought about what Sukuna had said, wondering what it was he was thinking. Once you were out and changed into more comfortable clothes you returned to the kitchen. Sukuna was rummaging around the cabinets and mumbling soft curses, somehow having managed to change into sweats and a t-shirt.
“First aid kit is top left…where did you get those clothes?”
“I ran down to Yuji’s while you were in the shower,” he said over his shoulder, “Being a twin has its perks.”
He found the first aid kit and pulled it down, turning to give you a smirk.
“Come sit sweetheart,” he patted the counter in front of him.
You padded over and pushed yourself up to sit on the counter and face him. He seemed to be digging through the contents of your first aid kit.
“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”
He shook his head and tsked at you, “I bring you home and offer to take care of you and this is how you thank me? I’ve been watching you do this for a while now, I think I have some idea of what to do.”
After pulling out what he needed, he took the arm with the scrapes on it and wiped it, being careful not to press too hard. He wrapped it in gauze, which wasn’t totally necessary as the scrapes weren’t too serious, but you simply let him continue without a word otherwise.
He cleaned the gash on your knee as well, this time picking out a bandaid and gently smoothing it over the spot.
“Almost done,” He said, getting down on his knees in front of you. He was tenderly holding your leg. Ankle in one hand and calf in the other.
“What are you doing?”
“Proving a point” he said softly, and leaned in to press his lips against the bandaid on your knee.
“Maybe you should kiss it better.”
“Why would I do that?”
“A kiss always makes it feel better.”
He looked up at you, “Better?”
You nodded and he rose, standing between your legs and leaning into your space with his hands on either side of you.
“Does it hurt anywhere else?”
His voice was low and gentle, and he was looking at you like you were the most precious thing in the world.
You took a deep breath and pointed to your face.
Then you were being kissed, soft and sweet, and Sukuna’s hands were cupping your face as if you might break into a thousand pieces if he laid one finger wrong.
Your hands gripped his shirt, tugging him closer and he obliged. His hands slid from your face and down your back until he had them under your thighs and he was tugging you closer.
“Hold onto me,” he whispered against your lips, and after you wrapped your arms around his neck he picked you up easily and walked over to your couch.
You leaned into another kiss, letting him sit down on the couch with you in his lap as you gently threaded your hands in his hair. He kept you close, kissing you tenderly until you were both out of breath and had to pull away.
Neither of you went far, not wanting to let the moment die by putting distance between you.
“So…” he murmured after a moment, “you gonna kick me out sweetheart?” His hands were on your waist, thumbs lightly stroking your ribs.
You shook your head as you traced your fingers over his cheekbones, then followed his tattoos down the line of his jaw and to where they were just barely peeking out from the neckline of his shirt. Your eyes blinked slowly, and you began to realize how tired you were.
“Hey,” Sukuna took your chin in his hand and tilted your face to look at him, “you falling asleep on me?”
“No,” you pouted, but of course your body decided that that was the perfect time to yawn.
Sukuna snorted, “Sure. C’mon, it’s bedtime.”
He easily lifted you again, and after prompting you for directions he managed to get you to your bedroom and tuck you in.
“Alright sweetheart, I’ll be on the couch if you need me,” he said, brushing your hair away from your forehead so he could place a kiss there.
Before he could move away your hand reached out and grasped his shirt.
“Stay here.”
“Are you sure? I don’t want to-”
“Noo…don’t go…” You whined and tugged his shirt more, interrupting him.
He sighed and took your hand, pressing a kiss to your palm, “Okay sweetheart, okay. Just let me shower real quick and then I’ll come back, promise.”
You nodded, and he tucked you back in before going off to shower. Even though you were teetering on the edge of sleep, you desperately wanted to stay awake long enough for him to come back.
A few minutes later, he was walking back into the bedroom, turning off the light as he did. He came around to the opposite side of the bed, and you felt it dipping behind you as he got in. A strong, tattooed arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you back against his chest.
Sukuna sighed as you settled in, “You have no idea the things I’d do for you, do you sweetheart?”
He was stroking your cheek, but you were already asleep in his arms, so he simply pressed a kiss to your head, and settled in to sleep himself.
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Fyodor x reader x Nikolai [Rich kids AU]
💌 Days of our Bungo : Part 1 💌
Summary: All of your fathers made a pack that whenever they had kids they would marry each other. It sounded like a good idea at the time but when the Sigma family was the only family to have a girl, and everyone wanted a bloodborne heir, things seemed a little complicated. After many arguments it was decided they would wait to see which boy, she, would fall for. Everyone always ends up having a crush on their childhood friend right?
Notes: Guess who had another Bungo dream, it was me! This time around the dream sequence started in the middle and just kept going so ima just fill in the gaps and start from the top.
Tropes: Sigma is your twin, Fyodor x reader x Nikolai, Fyodor is endgame, royalty/rich kids, Childhood friends, Mutual pinning but reader thinks it's one-sided, Nikolai knows its unrequited but he still loves you & Fyodor, eventual 🍋
💌 Word count: 4,821 💌 You Are Here | Part 2
At the age of five you and your brother were inseparable. You were twins after all, it would have been weird if you weren't close to some degree. Sigma kept his hair long to match you even though your hair colors were mirrored. Naturally your parents gave you matching outfits although with some alterations between skirts and dresses. Sometimes you and Sigma would try to swap outfits to see if they could tell the difference but your hair colors always gave you away. That's the first memory you could vividly remember, your father trying to guess who was who.
It was placed in your memory box right before your first big fight with each other. Sigma stole one of your dresses claiming he looked better in it. You were furious for weeks. That's when your father knew it was the right time to call his colleagues. It was time for the two of you to make new friends. Your parents were always worried about your development since there were minor complications during your infant years. Being around other children your age would help round out your fighting and potentially help mend the sibling quarrel.
You were playing in the garden when the maids called you into the foyer. Your father had arranged for you to meet someone. Well more than just someone, your father had many friends but only two of them had children your age. Apparently you've met them before but you don't remember them at all. You and Sigma had extremely finicky memories for your age. Which is why today was so important for the both of you in that regard.
These friends of papa were special, they were his super best friends and hopefully today you would also make a super best friend too. Sigma would always be your best friend but he was your brother first and foremost. That was like cheating and papa didn't raise a cheater. As you straightened out your dress you hoped to make a good impression on the two boys in front of you.
Fyodor Dostoevsky and Nikolai Gogol stood before you as you curtsied. The two couldn't be any more different than you imagined. One was quiet and stoic while the other was loud and energetic. They seemed like a packaged deal just like you and Sigma. They had been friends for over a year now, bonding over music lessons and the fact that their manors were close to each other. As your fathers’ talked business, you were sent off to play and get to know the boys. Their fathers’ looked excited over your very meeting but you weren’t sure why and you wouldn't figure it out until years down the line.
After introductions you all decided to choose an activity and start getting to know each other. Fyodor decided on chess. It wasn’t like you hadn’t played before but you had only ever played against Sigma before. Nikolai snickered and whispered that you should have Sigma go first. You offered the other boy a quizzical look and stepped aside as he winked at you. Sitting next to Nikolai you watched as Sigma tried to best Fyodor. Nikolai was commentating the game, making Sigma loose focus not that it would have helped much. Neither you nor Nikolai wanted to play after watching Sigma get destroyed like that. Fyodor didn’t even bat an eye almost like he could predict what piece Sigma was going to move next. It was incredible.
Nikolai had seen the piano when he walked in and motioned for everyone to gather around. He played the beginnings of a song you were unfamiliar with. He was still working on getting all the notes right, his timing might need some work but it wasn’t bad for how many lessons he's had. He still managed to play something without sheet music no less. Apparently Fyodor played the cello and that's how they met at the academy. Sigma was going to start violin soon but you wanted to learn ballet. Ever since you saw the Nutcracker during Christmas it was all you could think about. Nikolai just enrolled in ballet recently because his family needed something for him to exhaust all his uncontrollable energy. It was kind of a relief that you wouldn't be alone despite only just getting to know the lad. At least Nikolai was easy to converse with. Fyodor was kind but a little intimidating.
When it got to your turn you dragged everyone out to the garden. Something you have always wanted to do with other kids your age was to play hide and seek. Normally some of the maids and butlers would indulge you every once in a while but there were only so many places they could hide. This would be fun. You decided to be “it”, choosing to make the gazebo your counting spot. You heard the pitter patter of feet run from you as you counted down. Although when you finally reached zero you immediately found Fyodor standing behind the bush at the base of the stairs. For someone who was exceedingly good with strategy games it was odd he was the first one out.
“Found you!”
You laughed and grabbed his hand pulling him along to find the others. He didn’t protest but he did look slightly uncomfortable being dragged along. It didn't take you long to find Sigma, he likes to hide in the same spot every time. It’s why you were ecstatic to finally play with other children. Now all you had to do was find Nikolai. Which took longer than you would like to admit. The entire time you were walking around looking for him you realized you never once tried to let Fyodor's hand go. Fyodor gave your hand a gentle squeeze as he pointed up in the tree near the fountain.
Sure enough Nikolai waved from his spot as he stood up striking a victory pose. He nearly fell down while he was making his descent, accidentally kicking off one of his shoes in the process. Luckily it barely missed the edge of the fountain. With Nikolai being the winner he was now the seeker. As soon as he started counting you made a break for it but stopped when you saw Fyodor just standing there. It seemed like Fyodor didn't quite get the point of hide and seek. That or he couldn't think of a good place to hide which was fair. This was the first time he's ever been to your estate, knowing where was an appropriate place for him to seek refuge was probably more or less his dilemma. Some might find it rude to rummage through areas of someone else's manor unattended. You ran back to him and once again dragged him away. If that was the case then you would help him out.
You saw some of the maids making preparations for afternoon tea and in a spark of genius you crawled under the thick tablecloth hoping no one would think to look there. You and Fyodor sat for a long time. Definitely longer than it took for you to find Nikolai. With the excitement of the day you had gotten pretty tired from running around. You ended up slumping on Fyodor's shoulder being comfortable enough to fall asleep in the other’s presence. While Fyodor contemplated what to do in this situation he overheard some of your waitstaff talking about you both.
“Have you seen the way young master Nikolai looks at our young lady?”
“I wish someone would stare at me like that. Although did you notice the young lady holding young master Fyodor's hand? She must have taken a liking to him.”
“That's adorable. I wonder if she will be betrothed to young master Fyodor instead?”
“I heard that they plan on waiting until she's eighteen to decide who she'll be promised too. They're all still so young, nowadays it's customary to wait to make the announcement.”
Fyodor looked back at your sleeping face. You were going to marry him someday? That surely puts things into perspective. He rolled his eyes. At least now he understood why his father made such a fuss about being a gentleman before he left the manor. As if he'd conduct himself in any other fashion was laughable but given his only acquaintance is Nikolai, Fyodor can see his father’s reserve. He doesn't like the idea of his future marriage being arranged especially since he'd just met you but it was reassuring that in the end it seemed like you'd have a say about who you'd end up with. Fyodor didn’t understand why it was so important to his father but maybe he'd understand with time. Speaking of time Nikolai abruptly pulled the tablecloth off the table to reveal the two of you crouched underneath. He frowned. While Fyodor was originally indifferent about the game he couldn't help his disappointment upon being caught.
You were startled awake by the noise of tea cups clattering in place. All the maids had a heart attack for a moment before they saw the white haired boy perfectly displace the cloth from underneath the dishes. You clutched your head where it made contact with the underside of the table. Fyodor let out a soft laugh at your misfortune causing you to stare at him in awe as Sigma helped you stand. The genuine spark in his eyes left you blushing as Nikolai was boasting about his table trick. You all sat down for tea as your father's plan to become friends worked like a charm.
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After that you all would get together at least once a week to play around before you started attending the academy. Sigma was taking violin lessons while you and Nikolai started taking ballet. You thought he was crazy for doing both piano lessons and dance at the same time but Fyodor had commented that if anyone could pull it off it would be Nikolai. The boy seemed to be able to teleport around the academy as is. Not to mention the fact that Nikolai seemed to know everyone. While Nikolai was a social butterfly his best friend was the exact opposite. Fyodor was, annoyingly, always practicing even outside of lessons. Nikolai seemed to be the only one capable of dragging him out of the practice rooms to meet up with the rest of you. Sometimes he would even fight you all and practice during lunch. It was sad because you very much enjoyed the Russian's company but you understand his preference for solitude.
Aside from that, ballet wasn’t exactly everything you'd hoped it would be. You wanted to learn how to dance on your toes like Clara did in the Nutcracker but apparently girls don't go on pointe until the age of seven. Although recently there had been talk that the school was in the process of changing the age due to safety concerns. Nikolai had thrown a fit that men should be allowed to go on pointe too but it wouldn’t matter because neither of you were technically prepared enough for pointe work anyways. That's all you would end up hearing day after day, technique. It was boring learning proper placement, posture and turnout. You wanted to skip steps and just dance but apparently it was extremely important to your training to practice at the barre. Which was lame, you liked centerwork way more than being at the barre.
Even after a few years you still liked working in the center better than being stuck at the barre. Although now the years of technique classes had really paid off. This past year had been more focused on prepointe and pas de deux compared to past years. You had partnered with Nikolai whenever you needed to partner up for anything. Nikolai would make a scene if he wasn't your partner to go across the floor or for stretching so you weren’t that surprised when he became your official pas de deux partner. The teachers must have been observing the two of you since you enrolled in the academy. When you were finally put on pointe Nikolai was extremely jealous until you let him put your shoes on. Something you technically weren't supposed to do. He nearly fell over going on relevé at the barre, claiming that they were actually torture devices. He was no longer envious of you for being on pointe.
A few more years had passed and you started noticing that you and Nikolai were the artistic director’s favorites. They must have seen something in you both. For the end of year showcase you would be performing the pas de deux from Cinderella. Which was going to be their summer production that you could audition for. How convenient that this had the potential to be your audition for the role. You both were ecstatic. Nikolai was obviously a shoe in for the prince but you had a lot of competition for Cinderella. It didn’t bother you much, you were just here to dance and do your best. Although you heard a lot of gossip in passing. Things like, “(Y/N) is only good because she gets to partner with Nikolai.”
“They’re only looking at (Y/N) because she dances with Nikolai, I dance better.”
“Her pointe work is so sloppy I bet you her father pays the school to get better parts.”
Nikolai has told you to tune them out but the feeling was hard to shake. Nikolai was a freaking prodigy at everything he did. So was Fyodor. Even Sigma to some degree but at least you get to see the behind the scenes of his genius. He works insanely hard to keep up with your friends. His anxiety sometimes rubs off on you too.
At the moment your class was let out early so you were bothering Sigma and Fyodor in one of the practice rooms. For their showcase they were both given Ravel’s "Pavane for a dead princess". Which was an interesting choice given that it was originally written to be a piano solo. It can be done as a duet with a piano and violin or cello but it was weird that they had been practicing it as a violin and cello piece. Both of them agreed it sounded better with the piano so Nikolai was playing the piano as they were taking turns practicing their parts. Again it baffled you that Nikolai knows this piece by heart. When the lad had time to practice this was beyond you. Sigma had been practicing this at home most nights but this was the first time you’ve heard it with the cello accompaniment.
You couldn’t help yourself; it seemed like your body was moving on its own. You were so entranced by Fyodor’s playing that you got up and danced. To you it was such a beautiful piece. Most people called it melancholic but it was beautiful. You weren’t paying attention and Nikolai was pretty sure he was the only one who noticed but Fyodor slipped up slightly. Nikolai glanced at his friend to see what happened when he noticed that the Russian's hands were on autopilot. Fyodor was watching you dance. Nikolai’s hands stopped as well, completely encapsulated by your movement. This had to be what true freedom looked like.
You didn't even realize when they had finished playing. You were too busy living in your own little world. Fyodor smiled as you continued to glide around the room. You made it look effortless. Both of them were breathless. You only stopped when Sigma cleared his throat.
“So is it my turn now?”
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Sure enough when the auditions rolled around for Cinderella you and Nikolai were casted at the leads. It would be your first time dancing a principal role. The only problem was the animosity of your peers. It constantly felt as though someone was out to get you. It was a feeling that kept you looking over your shoulder with caution. There were more whispers lately and it only continued your bad feeling. Of course you had an understudy in the event you couldn't dance the part and you noticed how she would glare daggers at you while ogling Nikolai.
You had just finished rehearsal and were waiting for Nikolai to finish changing out when foreign arms grabbed you from behind and your world went dark.
Your limbs were heavy and everything was starting to slow down. The commotion at the door of the cheap motel didn’t even reach your ears. Everything was muffled compared to the steadiness of your breathing. That was until Fyodor and Nikolai burst through the door. What they were doing here was beyond you. Why not the police? This had you confused but if anyone could track and take down some random ransom kidnapper it would be them.
Ever since Fyodor took his first computer engineering and programming courses you had expected that he took to being quite the hacker but you never called him out on it. Aided with Nikolai’s weird obsession with carnival tricks like throwing knives, hatchets and the occasional lock picking, this seemed like a normal day. Maybe it was whatever the guy slipped you that made this seem like normal behavior. For all you knew, your brain could be trying to piece together logical connections for things that weren’t really happening just to preserve whatever mental stability you had left. In other words this could all be a dream that you wished was happening.
Fyodor knelt down in front of you as piercing violet eyes assessed your condition. You could get lost in his eyes, that is if he would let you. His lips were moving much too fast for you to keep up. None of the sound registered to you. It sounded like you were under water. Which is a shame because you really like the way Fyodor's voice sounded. You've also never seen him this expressive before. When he realized you were not listening he took off his uniform blazer and draped it around your nearly naked shoulders. The kidnapper had stripped you of your clothes leaving you in your underwear. You hadn’t even noticed that let alone that the two had taken off your restraints. Prior to them breaking in you can’t remember a thing, which was probably for the best. Nikolai was searching for your discarded clothes as Fyodor started explaining to you again, but slower in hopes he could snap you out of it.
“Sigma is outside dealing with our private police force. Nikolai’s father only let us come with them under the pretense we would not, personally, get involved but Nikolai threatened the chief to let us handle this.”
Nikolai came back with your skirt but when you just stared down at the article of clothing they both gave each other a look and helped you redress. It was only when they tried to remove Fyodor’s coat did you finally snap out of your stupor and throw yourself into Fyodor's arms. Your breath was ragged and you were shaking. It seemed like your body was just now catching up to speed. The grip you had on his shirt only tightened as he wrapped his arms around you. The feeling in your limbs were weird, it took so much effort to move them freely and when you did, they felt like they were moving on their own accord. Right now you were safe and that’s all that mattered. Fyodor always made you feel safe.
“T-t…”
The words couldn’t leave your mouth but then again you didn’t know what to say. You didn’t even realize you had started silently crying until Fyodor pulled away to wipe away your tears. By that time Sigma ran up to you making you fall back on the bed.
“I WAS WORRIED SICK! If Fyodor didn’t hack into “Eyes of God”, who knows what would have happened!”
Sigma was crying more than you were. You tried to smile but your face was too heavy to turn up the corners of your lips. “Do you know how hard it was to prevent Nikolai from killing anyone? The moment we found out you were taken, those two were completely different people!” Sigma shook you for emphasis “It was terrifying!”
You wanted to answer him so badly but your mouth only opened without making a sound. It only took a beat for Fyodor to express that you’ve probably been sedated. Once Sigma got your shirt and Fyodor’s jacket back on your person, Nikolai carried you out and held you while you were in the car. Being your pas de deux partner for a few years now meant he could carry your weight near effortlessly. You leaned your head into his chest. Your eyelids were feeling extra heavy as they slid shut. You didn't notice his grip on you tightening, pulling you closer to his chest. If you were paying more attention you might have even caught the light kiss he pressed to your forehead.
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You never got the full story but you could assume that Fyodor was able to trace the kidnapper back to your understudy because she was never seen at the academy again. Despite this scare you didn't stop dancing per se but you tried other forms of performance. Singing and acting have always interested you. So when you entered the high-school division you decided to give the acting thing a try. Nikolai always followed you around like an eccentric puppy and it didn’t surprise you in the slightest when once again you both were casted as the leads for another show. What could you say being friends for years meant that the two of you had excellent chemistry together. Although this time there was one glaring oversight on your part.
Whenever you had any issues you couldn't sort out yourself you always sought out Fyodor for advice. You had inconspicuously invited the russian over for one of your “sleepovers” You used to have them all the time when you were children. The only thing that was remotely off was the lack of Nikolai’s presence. As the boys were about to retire for the night you finally mustered up the courage to speak.
“Actually um,” You reached for his sleeve “Do you think you could sleep in my room tonight?”
You couldn’t look him in the eyes. Both Sigma and Fyodor raised an eyebrow at you. When you were kids he slept in your room all the time and none of your parents ever said anything about it. Sigma shrugged, he trusts that Fyodor wouldn’t do anything. He would have said something if it was Nikolai since he’s constantly physically affectionate as a person but if anything Fyodor has stricter physical boundaries compared to you. He'll allow it, not that he was going to try and stop you.
You couldn’t believe you were doing this but it was necessary and who could blame you. If you didn’t Nikolai would tease you relentlessly in front of the rest of the cast and you wanted to avoid that as much as possible. You were already freaking out that you had to kiss Nikolai of all people. He’s always felt like a brother to you and ever since that incident during Cinderella you were traumatized at the potential for that to happen again. Sure you were older now but that thought would always be in the back of your mind. You were aware of his ever growing fanclub and while after that incident they stopped bullying you completely you never know.
The moment you got to your room you motioned for him to sit on your bed. You were fidgeting with the hem of your sleeves. Like always Fyodor seemed to read you like a book, sighing softly while giving you a reassuring smile.
“Are you really that worried about kissing Nikolai that you need to practice?” His expression didn’t waver although it sounded as if he was amused at the notion.
You groaned, hiding your face as you threw yourself on your pile of pillows. “Let it be known I hate when you do that!” You curled up into a ball peeking at the russian while hugging your safety pillow. You really didn't and Fyodor knows that, otherwise he would have stopped predicting your words a long time ago but it didn't make it any less embarrassing. He knows you a little too well.
“Yes, I’m worried about kissing Nikolai! I have to practically make out with him and I’ve never kissed anyone before.” Kicking your feet in frustration you sat up in a huff. “I don’t want my first kiss to be because I have to. I always thought my first kiss would be a special private moment. Something romantic you know? And now everyone’s going to watch me make out with Nikolai! I didn’t think I’d actually be Juliet. I thought I’d have more time before I'd, you know.”
Your face was hot and your heart was racing. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at Fyodor; he probably thought you were being ridiculous. Auditioning knowing that this was a possibility. It was your first time auditioning for a show that didn't have any proper dancing in it. You had just wanted the acting experience. You didn’t ask for this. Truly it was Nikolai’s fault for being too good at playing lovesick puppy with you.
“There is no problem with wanting something to be special, (Y/N).” Fyodor put his hand on your cheek and guided your eyes to meet his. “If it puts you more at ease, I would be giving you my first kiss as well.”
Your breath hitched at the contact. He'd be giving his first kiss to you. You didn't actually think about that, although you should have known that was the case. He’s never had an interest in such things but he was willing for your sake.
He was sitting so close to you. When did he move from the otherside of the bed? Your head was spinning and nothing even happened yet. Neither of you initiated the kiss and his expression grew uncertain. This was awkward but you’d be figuring it out together at least. To be honest you didn't think he would entertain such an idea. You assumed he would talk you through being less anxious about it or perhaps give you a kiss on the cheek since he’s never been fond of physical contact if he could help it. That goes to show you Fyodor was a good friend, putting his comfort aside for your sake.
You closed your eyes mustering up enough courage to lean forward, gently touching his lips to yours. A flutter ran through your stomach as every thought in your head melted away. It was only one kiss but this already left you breathless and you were expected to do this on stage with everyone watching you? You became lightheaded.
Fyodor pulled away first, resting his forehead on your shoulder. This is the most he's ever invaded your personal space. Even with your shoulders being covered his forehead felt warm to the touch which contrasted how cold he normally was. You moved to touch your lips with your hands. They still felt tingly; it almost didn't seem real.
Fyodor let out a shaky breath as he recited one of Nikolai’s lines. It almost didn't occur to you what he was doing until he sat upright with his eyes trained on your lips. He was caressing you just like Nikolai would in rehearsal. You should be surprised he knew exactly how Nikolai performed the scene but you were too busy trying to remember if you said the right line.
Fyodor crashed your lips together. Again you were caught by surprise that he was taking this so seriously. You hummed as you melted into the kiss. Moving your lips against Fyodor's was making you dizzy. You couldn't help sighing softly under your breath. You were too enthralled with your personal bliss you didn't realize when Fyodor moved you to lay on your back. You were currently lying down with Fyodor looming over your smaller figure. Your hands gripped the front of your dress as your heart hammered away in your chest. You felt Fyodor pulling back again. His expression was unreadable but his face was flush. You were both panting looking at each other through half lidded eyes. You had the urge to pull him in for more. You really wanted to be greedy. Thoughts that you know were inappropriate were invading your mind and it took all of your willpower to avoid doing something you would regret.
“Will that suffice?”
Fyodor spoke as smooth and unwavering as ever, sounding unbothered like he wasn't also out of breath. You on the other hand could barely form words. “I-I believe so.” You were embarrassed and wanted nothing more than to continue where you left off but it was a self-indulgent thought.
Fyodor curtly got up to turn the lights off and situated his side of the bed. As he turned away from you he said his goodnight. You were left mildly hot and indefinitely bothered beyond compare. How could he just kiss you with all the passion in the world and then go to sleep? Maybe Fyodor should have been the actor out of your group. You've never seen his eyes so vibrant before. You laid there lost in thought replaying that last kiss in your head. Fyodor was always there for you but you hate that no matter how close the two of you are you will never be more than friends. Over the years he's never had any interest in romance and If his actions after the kiss were any indication, he couldn't even look at you. Turning away from him you tried to ease the rejection but your head was still reeling from the kiss. You would never forget what love should feel like, even if Fyodor would not return the feeling.
Fyodor was eerily still, listening for your breathing to even out. He doesn't know what came over him, the moment his lips touched yours a fire was lit throughout his body. He prided himself with his immaculate self control and his body threw it all down the drain. If he didn't stop when he did he would have just embarrassed himself in front of you. He felt the blood rush down his abdomen. That's why he was adamant about turning the lights off as fast as possible. Fyodor tried to will it away but the memory of how you looked up at him blissfully dazed was driving him mad. He agreed to help for purely selfish reasons and he almost feels bad about manipulating you for that second array of kisses, but it was worth it to best Nikolai. You chose Fyodor to be your first kiss and he had nothing to do with it. There was no bread crumbing, no manipulation tactics he had to employ, it was simply your love for him that drove your decision to give him your first kiss.
He's watched you and Nikolai only grow closer as the years passed and Fyodor feels like he's been left behind. Even though you've expressed that your feelings for Nikolai is that of brotherly love, he can't help but feel it's something more when he sees the two of you together. It would truly pain him to lose your affection to Nikolai but in the end if that's what you desired he's prepared to step aside for your happiness. At least that's what he tells himself, it's far too easy for him to be selfish for what he wants. In fact he's known of your love for him for years now but he doesn't press the matter because such infatuation would only distract from your studies and the last thing he needs is to have both of your father’s disapproval.
The next day you tried your best to mask your weary expression as Nikolai leaned in to kiss you. You were expecting to be met with the same overwhelming warmth that you had with Fyodor the night prior but your mind was clear of the fog. As you pulled away you waited for Nikolai’s next line but it never came. You gave him a quizzical look but he was still staring at you in awe. He gave it a beat before he broke character.
“Ah, sorry that was my first kiss.” He covered his face and turned away from you.
Your director was laughing as the rest of your cast exploded in conversation. Had it been anyone else surely they would have gotten scolded for derailing the rehearsal but Nikolai was always the utmost professional performer; this was the first time you think he’s ever slipped up and broke character for any reason. His face was a light shade of pink as he avoided your gaze. It was cute to think he might have been in the same boat as you were last night. You wonder if he also tried to practice the kiss in some way. The thought of him practicing on a stuffed animal or even his own hand made you giggle to yourself.
You were so enthralled with the image you created in your head that you didn’t see the soft longing expression on Nikolai’s features as he turned back to meet your gaze. He wondered if he was your first kiss as well but given that your reaction was rather temperate Nikolai fears he might have been too late.
His smile was bittersweet as he thought to himself. “Fyodor, you sly rat.”
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Part 2, Part 3
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Hello 💕🌸 can you do a Thomas modern au fic when the reader is not well, sad. And Thomas come to her house to shower her « the boyfriend package » : hug kiss, etc… the reader is adopt sister of Brenda, Teresa is Thomas twin sister. Newt is their best friend (who also had been matchmaker before they dated..) can you do à maximum of fluff please 🥹🥹
'boyfriend checkup' - thomas
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Being sick is terrible, isn’t it? From the second you felt the first threads of the cold start to clog your throat and nose, you knew it was all over. Mentally, you signed your death certificate: Y/N L/N, passed away today, gone from the most horrific cough known to man. That’s how it felt, at least, yet you’re still expected to get up and act as if nothing was the matter. Those kids with tuberculosis in the Victorian age who got to lie around in bed all day while their parents treated them like royalty didn’t know how good they had it.
Thankfully, you have at least a couple of days to feel better before you really have to be productive. You started feeling poorly on a Friday, barely managing to stumble through class before heading home as quickly as you could. Not wanting to complain and spoil the good mood of everyone excited about their weekend plans, you had tried to tell as few people as possible. Specifically, you hadn’t told your boyfriend, Thomas, but now you’re missing him more than ever.
It’s not like you’re intentionally trying to keep things from him, you just don’t want him giving up whatever fun things he was supposed to do this weekend so he could hover over you. You love your boyfriend more than anything, honestly, but when it took you so long to admit your feelings for him because you were certain he would never like you back, small things like this make it even easier to talk yourself out of thinking he’ll want to know about it. Thomas is the varsity cross country athlete, the popular one. He loves you, and he’ll tell you that as many times as it takes so you believe it, but some part of you will always wonder why.
That’s why you haven’t told him, not yet, although you have a feeling that he’ll find out sooner or later. Your adoptive sister, Brenda, is best friends with Thomas’ twin, Teresa, and they trade gossip like no one you’ve ever seen before. Both of them have repeatedly assured you that Thomas is head over heels for you, but what if he’s not quite infatuated enough to want to drop his weekend plans to take care of an invalid?
As the cold progresses, though, you start to wish that you had bothered him anyway. You’ve shut yourself up in your bedroom with all the lights off, just lying there and reminiscing about the golden days when your nose had worked as it was supposed to. You had taken so much for granted, and now you’re afflicted with a truly terrible fate indeed.
You’re miserable even on a Saturday, which is how you know things have truly taken a turn for the worst. Not even the weekend, the blessed release from work, can lift your spirits. Your best friend Newt was the only one who knew that you were going through it, and he’d made you promise to call him the second you started feeling better so he could plan a friend group movie night or something. Newt’s always the one on top of stuff like that. You doubt any of you could accomplish anything without his work behind the scenes to keep you all organized. He holds all of you together and keeps anyone from straying too far.
You had hoped that Newt would forget that you were feeling down, but it’s half past noon when your phone buzzes with an incoming call from the blond boy. You briefly consider just letting it go to voicemail, but that would alarm him even more than if you admitted that you still aren’t feeling your best.
You end up giving yourself a second or two to put on your best fake smile before answering the call. Thankfully, Newt had elected to go for just a talk over the phone instead of FaceTime, so you only have to disguise your voice and not your expression, too.
Newt’s voice rings over your phone. “What’s up, Y/N? How’re you doing today?”
You’ve never planned on a career as an actress, but when you answer Newt as happily as you can, you start to consider it. You sound chipper and excited, surprising even yourself. “Doing fine, Newt. How about yourself?”
Maybe this is actually doable. Maybe you might be able to convince your friend that you’re fine so he doesn’t do something terrible like try to get involved. Right now, you just want to be left alone to wallow in your dark room until you’re physically forced out of it.
Newt clicks his tongue in disapproval, sending a rush of static crackling over the phone. “Y/N, are you being honest with me?”
You start to sputter in surprise. Hadn’t your ruse been perfect? “What? Of course I am!”
Newt lets out a sarcastic laugh. “Sure thing. We’ve been friends for years, I know when you’re lying. You want to let me know how you’re really feeling?”
“Really, I’m great,” you eke out. “You’re being paranoid, Newt.”
“Am I?” He asks.
“No,” you admit. “I’m still miserable. My head is killing me, and I haven’t left my bed for more than a couple of minutes all day.”
Newt sighs. “That’s what I was worried about. Is there anything I can do? Maybe rally the group to swing by your house to cheer you up?”
“No, honestly. I don’t want to do anything. Hopefully I’ll get better soon, but until then, I don’t want any crowds around.” You tell him.
Newt pauses for a moment, thinking, then asks, “What about just one person?”
You frown. “Are you offering? I thought you were busy all day.”
“I am,” Newt clarifies, “But Thomas isn’t.”
You go silent. Newt, always the perceptive one, sighs again. “You haven’t told him that you’ve been feeling under the weather, have you?”
“No,” you admit, “but I didn’t want to bother him, that’s all. There’s nothing Thomas can do about this. I don’t want him to worry about something out of his control. He’s already got enough on his plate already, you know that as well as I do.”
Although this conversation is happening over the phone, you can picture Newt’s look of disappointed consternation anyway. “No, he would be furious with me if you were sick and I didn’t tell him. I’m letting him know immediately.”
“Newt, don’t you dare,” you admonish.
He just chuckles. “Too late. Texting him now. With any luck he’ll be over within the hour.”
“You’ve betrayed my trust. You’re a terrible friend,” you admonish him, but only half heartedly.
Newt laughs openly. “No, I’m a fantastic friend and you know it. Did I not use everything in me to get the two of you together?”
You giggle in spite of yourself. “You did indeed. I remember you bringing that up many times.”
“As I deserve,” Newt grumbles. “The two of you fought me all the way despite supposedly wanting this. He had better make you happy now, I’m not ruining all of my hard work for a bad cold.”
You smile. “Thanks, Newt. I’m very glad that you suffered so much for us.”
“You had better be,” he says, but he’s laughing when he hangs up.
Seconds later, you get a text from Thomas: On my way ASAP. Might be breaking the speed limit.
You grin and text him back. Don’t get pulled over.
Never, he answers, and he’s true to his word, a knock sounding on your front door about five minutes later. The rest of your family is out of the house, so you have no problems creeping down the hall to unlock the door and let him in.
Thomas swoops in immediately, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before pulling away so he can get a good look at you. “How are you feeling, Y/N? Dizzy? Feverish? You look alright, if a little tired, but let’s get you back in bed at once.”
You laugh. “I’m not dying of the plague, Thomas. I’ll survive standing up for a few more seconds.”
“Yeah, but you shouldn’t have to,” he says. Pausing briefly to leave his shoes at the door, Thomas proves his point by picking you up in bridal style and carrying you back to your room despite your protests, which are admittedly pretty halfhearted.
Once Thomas has gotten you back in bed again, found a glass somewhere to bring you water, insisted on watching you drink all of it, run back downstairs so he could fill it again, and returned, he perches on the side of your bed, gently squeezing your hand.
“Well, Doctor Thomas?” You ask teasingly. “What’s your diagnosis?”
He grins and plays along. “Not terrible. I recommend bed rest, and maybe also letting your boyfriend know when he needs to take care of you.”
This last bit is delivered with increasing passion, and you’re left sheepishly smiling at him. “Alright, maybe I should have told you in the first place, but I just didn’t want you to worry.”
“Worrying is my job,” Thomas says, “I am excellent at it. Also, if I think you’re not telling me when you need extra love, I’ll worry even more than usual. The only way to keep me from worrying is to let me know when you’re sick or hurt. Deal?”
“Deal,” you agree, and smile when he kisses your cheek.
“You should get some rest,” Thomas urges you. “Here, I’ll close the door so the noise from downstairs doesn’t bother you.”
He moves to stand, but you reach for his hand and he freezes at once. “Stay with me?” You ask hopefully.
“Of course,” he smiles, and, careful not to disturb you, climbs into bed next to you, lying down on top of your blankets to keep his street clothes off of the mattress. You curl into him, letting your eyes shut as the steady beat of his heart lulls you to sleep. Once you wake up, you’ll feel better, and be more open to conversation, but for now, both of you are quite content with the silence. Peace is good for both of you.
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"Unexpected Visit" | Mourning AU
A package was sent by with the surnames these were intended for were Carlson and Anderson, The package was then being delivered to the Medical Unit in which Carol and Aiden resided in.
The Twins were close by, trying their best to keep themselves awake while watching their beloved still resting on the lonesome bed in which they lay on.
Patton, not too far beside them, sat by a chair next to Aiden. He held his hand, whispering pleas and murmurs yet he knew Aiden couldn't hear him.
Not like this, These two can't hear them..
When the package was taken inside the room they stayed in, An unexpected visitor comes through the door just to deliver it.
The heavy foot steps and the familar messy blue jacket that wore off it's signature tones color came insight, The three looked up at the boy with contempt and caution but.. How could he ever be a threat?..
The twins stood up to shield Carol and looked upon the boy, both a bit wary and saddened by the look on his face yet they kept quiet.
He looked so worn out, so dull, so.. tired.
Patton stood up immediately when he arrived, looking up at his fellow member of the organization he so cherished.
Patton can sense the same thing from him, the same shame and guilt plastered on his face that he's seen before.
The same tears, the bags under his eyes yet became more apparent and heavier than last time.
They made eye contact and right then and there, Patton can see the boy's lost soul in his eyes.
"You shouldn't have come, you know?.. Were you aware that they're planning on suspending your positions? Heck, They even considered decommissioning you and your sector!.. Why would you risk your job to be he-"
"Patton, You know more than anyone that I don't care for this job.."
The large boy looks down at the Arctic Base Drill Sergeant and looked him straight in the eyes, His gaze holds no hostility yet anyone could tell that his voice strained out of exhaustion.
Patton, his mouth ajar and his mind was trying to comprehend his words but he closed his jaw and tightened it as he stared back.
"That's a lie and you know it, You were so passionate about inventing things and making all these world-stopping ideas to make the KND better! Your occupation is on the line, as we speak.. Why risk it all of a sudden?.."
Jeremiah kept his eyes on Patton, not moving an inch as he just stood there out of contempt yet he found his voice when he looked down to the floor.
"Because coming to the KND wasn't my idea, This wasn't what I wanted, It wasn't my dream.. It was our dream.."
Patton kept his mouth shut by those words, he didn't know how else to react but be silent. He contemplated for a moment yet looked up again when Jeremiah spoke,
"You know what it's like, don't you?.. To almost lose a loved one from the brink of death, To breathe ever breath and hope that they'll be okay.. But the difference between us is that, You still have a chance to be with them.. I don't.."
Patton stood there shocked from Jeremiah's words, almost a bit too stunned to even speak. His eyes met glossy ones as they stared at each other and stood silent, before he mustered up a response.
"You know that's foul play, You can't just use that against me!.. I'm sorry for your loss, I truly am but don't you dare bring HIM up into this, Don't even bring them up into this!.. Your sector did this to hi-"
"I know, Patton.. I know that and I'm sorry, I'm sorry that I had the gaul to mention them in a vulnerable situation such as this.. I take full responsibility, I will do my duty as a member of the KND and accept my consequences.. I won't even ask for any of your forgiveness.."
Patton was quick to be silenced again, It seemed that he was easily to quiet down when something stuns him. Patton knows Jeremiah, he's a good kid and a kind soul. But he too knows that what's happened still hasn't been resolved and it's become damaging to many others around them. He paid attention once again when Jeremiah takes a step closer but he didn't back away, Jeremiah would never hurt him on purpose.
"I'll pay my dues, Do the time and accept the consequences of my actions as well as my sector's.. But I only ask for one favor, That I stay here and help treat the people we've hurt.. I already failed two people that are dear to me, I'm not going to allow myself to lose more.. I already had a close call once, Not again.."
Jeremiah held his head high and looked at Patton with determination, Something Patton had seen for so many years.
The Drill Sergeant pondered for a moment, the gears in his head turning and weighed down ever possibility that could happen depending on his decision. It didn't take long before he held his hand out to the larger boy, the same look of confidence in both of their tired eyes as he nodded.
"Then prove to me that the smart guy I've trusted over the years is still inside you, Don't let them down.."
"I will, Thank you, Patton.. I've already taken action on preparing Mella's medical kits and Evan's comfort toys.. I couldn't bare myself if I left Carol and Aiden astray, It's what they would've wanted anyway, rather than let their much needed help go to waste back at the treehouse.."
Patton could already tell that Jeremiah was taking his responsibilities seriously and a small yet subtle smile slowly crept up his face, He hopes somehow that the rest of Sector PHP could see the same way Jeremiah does.. He could only hope now..
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[Phew! That was a long post but luckily I'm making more progress with the AU now. Sorry for the lack of dialogue between the Interesting Twins btw, I just didn't have time to really make a script on them but still I hope this was okay! Carol and Aiden belong to my lovely mutual @kandykatz!!💙 Thanks for reading, Stay awesome everyone!]
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Some really messy sketches on a small little AU with Carmilla as a Fallen Angel Warrior.
Different from the Exorcists who slaughter Sinners, and more dedicated to the actual protection of Heaven against the darker forces. The designs haven't been thought out much, but I like drawing the horns, so I thought it'd be a cool warrior hairdo, like how Exorcists wore demonic masks (I was really bored in class okay-)
Her daughters, Odette and Clara are there too. They looked pretty different even as twins, which were a bit of an oddity at the time. They were often made to dress alike, and act alike. Most viewed them as a package deal rather than taking time to understand their individuality.
Its why they're dressed so freely in hell, relishing in how different they can be whilst still having a great bond.
Her daughters are ultimately what causes her to fall. Drawing the half horn half hair down style looked a lot cooler in my head, but it was fun regardless.
Some secret regarding her daughters get found out, Heaven making her choose to either cast her daughters down or join them. Carmilla didn't hesitate.
More info on the AU/fic in the cut belowww:
I dunno if im ever gonna expand on it, but I loved the idea of making it Zestmilla. Maybe Carmilla met the old Overlord in one of her trips in hell, maybe fighting in a battle there? Or helping establish order? Anyway, she was alone when she met Zestial, and the two were quiet the enemies when they met. They fought, though didn't aim to kill, resulting in a close fight with Carmilla as victor. She wasn't an Exorcist warrior, and saw no need to immediately end this Overlord. She wasn't sent there to do mindless murder, and would like to avoid useless battles if she could. Besides, he was polite enough, and though she didn't trust him, he didn't grate on her nerves either. Zestial was quite taken with her, suspicious and quite murderous towards an angel, but liked her well enough for her wit and level headedness. Her grace and skill in battle was also admirable.
They bump into each other many more times, over the course of Carmilla's visits to hell, and with each meeting, they turn a bit more cordial, even striking an unlikely friendship, that blossoms into much more. It takes them about a hundred or so years(bc i LOVE relationships that REAAAALLLY take the time to develop and build on that trust and love) before they become romantically involved. They seem like the couple who would take it slow, being cautious and not rushing anything less it would harm the other.
And though Carmilla's trips to hell were halted, their love was not for naught as she gave birth to Clara and Odette. Her one regret was not being able to give Zestial the great news, he would've been an amazing father.
She manages to hide their identities for a good while. The two had rather angelic features, wings and all, and humanoid forms unlike their father's. The only thing that pointed to their demonic heritage were their eyes, whose sclera was the same shade of red as her iris. It was easily hidden with simple spells though. The two girls bore quite the resemblance towards her, even with some oddities, and were left fairly alone, being able to remain undetected for decades.
(I just left this post to sketch this out real quick lol, just to get the coloring in mind, not set on the design but I dont mind it.)
The peace couldn't last. After a while with Odette and Clara still being considered young as angels, their secret gets out. Maybe the spells wore off, or by a slip of the tongue, but for some reason or another it gets found out that they're half demons. They were attacked, and the daughters were stripped of their wings and sentenced to be cast down to Hell, left at the mercy of the next Extermination. Carmilla was given a chance to redeem herself and stand back, and let her "mistakes" be washed clean.
Carmilla fought back, her wingless daughters clutching to her own feathers for protection. She scooped them up, flying away to hell, less they get any more damaged. Try as she might, however, they didn't manage to escape unscathed. She plummeted into Hell; feeling the curses and painful burn of magic at her back, nipping at her form.
It was as if Heaven and Hell itself tore her apart with her descent, both pulling with reckless abandon, shaping her into what they wanted.
She couldn't even afford to lose consciousness; she had her daughters to protect after all. Both girls were weak and bleeding, their backs aching from where their wings used to be. Carmilla glanced at her own feathers, and felt her heart break. It looked just as painful as it felt. Her once sleek and razor sharp looking feathers were nearly singed beyond repair. She retracted them, less she attract more enemies with them in display.
She struggled to get up, carrying her daughters with her despite the weakness in her legs. She didn't even have her spear with her, weaponless except for the ballet slippers she'd forged herself with angelic steel. Her hair was down and unruly, all three of them covered in burns and cuts and bruises and bleeding wounds. The attack came out of nowhere. Her daughters weren't even given a chance to defend themselves.
Weaponless. It can't happen again.
She manages to drag her daughters with her, only one place she could think of approaching. Its been decades since she's been to Hell, she hopes the territories didn't change too much. She was hesitant in going to Zestial for help. After all, its been years, and she'd left without being able to say goodbye. He'd be justified in hating her, and she wouldn't hold it against him. At the least, they could hide somewhere in his territory. His lands were one of the best choices, the demons residing under his rule were fairly disciplined. In a place as dangerous as Hell, an environment that was fairly familiar to her gave some bit of comfort. Even if he didn't accept them, even if he was unaware of their existence, Carmilla was satisfied with simply a place to rest.
She needed not worry though. As soon as Zestial heard the slightest news about strangers in his territory, he rushed to meet them himself. He noticed the large crash just some hours before night fell, and couldn't help the spark of hope. He was greeted by the sight of a few dead bodies, 1 or 2 who thought they could get lucky taking advantage of a weakened opponent. He arrived just in time to see a third fall, bloodied heels clicking on the ground below. The figure stood tall, though was clearly tired and heaving deep breaths. He barely noticed the two smaller figures in the distance, his gaze focused solely upon the lone woman, whose silver hair was still so beautiful even with all the dirt and blood matting it. He stepped closer, the sound of it causing the woman to turn and-
It didn't matter how dark it was. It didn't matter how her sclera was now the same shade of red as her iris were, as if it were inverted. He'd recognize her anywhere.
Without caring that he'd get stabbed himself, he rushed to pull her in a tight embrace, feeling her freeze beneath his arms. He buried his face in her hair, nuzzling it even with the blood and dirt, afraid as though she'd disappear if he ever let go.
He felt her large hands wrap around him and for the first time since his existence in Hell, he felt as if he could cry. This was real. This wasn't a figment of his imagination, nor a result of insanity. She was here. After all these years she came back to him. He couldn't be happier.
He immediately takes her and the two girls back to his residence, letting them clean up and helping patch their wounds. When he found out the two were his daughters, he felt as if- yea no, he was crying, this wasn't just a feeling, he couldn't stop the tears from streaming down as he hugged the two as firmly as he could without aggravating their wounds. He felt so angry for them, enraged that heaven could deal out such punishments for something the girls couldn't control.
He took them all in, preparing rooms for everyone. He prepared one for Carmilla too, not wanting to push his luck. It has been years after all, and he didn't want to force himself onto her should she decide she didn't reciprocate anymore. In the end, they all slept in the same room. Carmilla wanted to be with Zestial, feeling safer with someone else in the room to stand guard, and her daughters crawled back to her, far too afraid to sleep in such a new place alone after everything that happened.
So they all snuggled in the same large bed, Zestial keeping a respectful distance from the young girls as to not frighten them, all the while letting his webbed cloak wrap around Carmilla in comfort.
Carmilla fell asleep last, her thoughts running wild. It was all so much, but right now, here with her daughters in her arms and under Zestial's embrace, she felt at peace for the first time in a long while.
Glancing at the mirror across the room, she hummed at the changes in her eyes. The only thing she could think of was how was that she finally matched her daughters. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all, she'd think, drifting off into sleep.
#FallenLord AU#this MAAAAAYYYY have gotten away from me#i was only supposed to write the small AU idea with the sketches I doodled in class. but i couldn't stop typing-#this may work on into a fic????? not so sure#bloopnik writing#bloopnik rambles#zestmilla#hazbin hotel zestial#zestial hazbin hotel#zestial x carmilla#zestial#carmilla carmine#hazbin hotel carmilla#carmilla#angel carmilla au#angel carmilla#clara carmine#odette carmine#bloopnik art#fic#fanfic#fanfictions#hellaverse#hazbin hotel#hazbin fanart#hazbin hotel fanart#hazbin hotel art#artwork#sketch#redesigns
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Could I please have a bit of arsonist neil for wipw?
WIP Wednesday (9/18) | Arsonist Neil / Firefighter Andrew AU (Part 234)
"Me too." Andrew whispers. He's not sure what to do with his arms. The last full body hug he remembers receiving was from Nicky the night he left for Germany. He finally moves to loop his arms around Aaron and something cracks in his chest. After a few seconds, Aaron starts to pull away and Andrew lets him go. (He always lets him go.) Andrew clears his throat and sticks his finger into his twin's chest.
"Get the smoke detectors. I want photo evidence that they're operational by morning or I'll be over here to install them myself. And I don't even care if you're home. You know a lock wouldn't stop me. I could pick that easily. Even without a pick, I could get that door open. I’m a firefighter. I’m trained to do it. I will kick it in if I have to and then you might get robbed.” Andrew says, making Aaron’s mouth fall open. Andrew fixes him with a look. “We didn't go through everything we've been through for me to lose you because of a misplaced rag."
Aaron's eyes widen minutely, then he blinks a little too hard. "I will. I'm... I'm actually gonna go right now." He says, pulling a set of keys out of his coat pocket. He spins them on his finger and they jangle.
"Good. Don't get the shitty cheap ones either." Andrew turns to start towards the elevator, but Aaron moves to block him. Andrew blinks. "What?"
"Andrew, um," Aaron swallows and looks down. "About your arm, I—"
Andrew's chest tightens. Fuck, of course this prick noticed.
"No." Andrew says firmly. "No. Don't ask me. I won't tell you."
"I won't ask why, I just... Are you still...?"
"No." Andrew has considered it a few times in the past couple years, but he hasn't acted on it. The relief on Aaron's face causes Andrew physical pain.
"Good." Aaron pushes the button for the elevator. And the two of them ride down in silence. There's nothing to say now and they both know it. So Andrew walks to his car and Aaron walks to his. And they pull out of the parking lot one after the other.
An hour later, Andrew receives three photos from his brother. Three smoke detectors on three different walls. A fourth one in its package, balanced on a pile of junk in their junk room. He sends back four thumbs up emojis.
#aaron he can't tell you about it.#aftg#WIP Wednesday#Arsonist Neil / Firefighter Andrew#🕊️#answered#anon
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— CHAPSTICK
synopsis ; a recent video you just watched showed these lipsticks that had different flavours, it piqued your interest and decided to order some to try it on, until then it started going south.
scenario ; yuuji and sukuna are siblings but not just that but both of them are your boyfriends! this au is set in a college life with you with no curses, just a normal setting.
type ; drabble
include/s ; sukuna & yuuji
pairing/s ; character × fl! reader
genre ; fluff, wholesome and with a hint of spice
word count ; 0.9k
There was this video where lipstick had different kinds of flavour, it intrigued you and went ahead to buy two different flavors. Since you weren't much of a fan of putting on normal lipstick where you unconsciously taste it only to give off a bitter like after taste. On to the flavours that you choose is strawberry, in a shade of a glossy red rose and the other one is lemon, it has a transparent base but still gives off a nice gloss. Looking at the reviews in the shop of the chapsticks, both of these flavours are their best seller and had good reviews, so without any hesitations you were immediately tempted to buy it. It didn't take too long until the package arrived in the apartment you shared with the Itadori twins which was sponsored by your relative, the Itadori siblings immediately were curious about the package that just arrived and watched you open it only to reveal the flavoured chapsticks. "Lipsticks again, (Y/N)?" Sukuna sighed in disbelief and scurried his way back to his beloved couch. The other twin, Itadori Yuuji decided to stay. He was curious about those chapsticks you bought and noticed that it had flavours, cheerfully he opened one up and the smell of strawberry filled his nostrils, it was a pleasant scent indeed. "It smells like a strawberry! I thought it was just a design, does it taste like strawberry as well, (Y/N)?" Giving him a nod as a response, Yuuji didn't hesitate to apply some to his lips, by that he can confirm that the gloss is indeed edible and kept on applying it to his lips.
Puckering his lips up, with his tongue sliding over the top of his lips looks too good to even watch him do it. Tempted at the sight, slowly adjusting your position, to be near Yuuji. Even before he could even react, you've already planted your lips over his. The sweet scent of strawberry whiffs through your nostrils and the sweet and sour taste of the strawberry flavoured chapstick rolls to your taste buds. Placing both of your hands over the back of his neck as if pulling him even closer and deepening the kiss, his rugged breathing and warmth can be heard and felt, you couldn't help yourself to moan slightly under your breath. (Tastes so sweet...) it didn't take too long for the chapstick on Yuuji's lips to fade due to the amount of kissing plus tasting. It didn't even look kissing anymore, it's as if both of you were craving not only for the flavour but at each other. Pulling apart from Yuuji, you both stared at each other with these lustful eyes not even batting an eye to Sukuna who has been watching them from the start. "If the both of you kept going, I would've felt jealous. Did you forget that I am still here?" with an annoyed toned Sukuna sighs in disbelief. But you could only look at him with those eyes of yours, as if you wanted more and you did. Grabbing the other chapstick from the box, you made your way towards Sukuna sitting on a couch across the room, sitting on his lap comfortably, you gently slide the chapstick onto his lips, spreading it throughout to give the right amount. The lemon chapstick didn't have that much color, since it's transparent it only made Sukuna's lips glossier and juicy. Just staring at those lips of his made you think how it will taste like, especially on his lips at that. "If you're going to have a taste, then get to it." slightly tugging on the roots of your hair and pulling you closer, enough for you to smell the scent of lemons on his lips. You couldn't hold it anymore, starting with a peck on the lips, some of the chapstick was transferred to yours, sliding your tongue on your upper lip, the taste of sour lemons filled your mouth, the taste of it was enough to make you drool and even want more. "Just a peck? You went away devouring Yuuji's lips and I got a peck?" he says as he pretends to even sulk, looking to the side with his eyes closed. (Is this grown ass man really sulking right now? Jeez...) placing both of your palms on his cheek, slowly turning his head in your direction now facing you, Sukuna opens his eyes at the sight where you are seen to be kissing him,
Sukuna slightly opens his mouth and tongues soon intertwine, as if playing, the flavours of lemon was present at every exchange of the deep kiss until the chapstick on his lips soon fade. (Strawberry and lemon as chapsticks taste so good! And even smells good!) now jumping off from Sukuna's lap, you decided to write a review to that shop about the their chapsticks, leaving Sukuna and Yuuji high on their horses, you were in the zone that you neglected them as they call your name, until Sukuna throws a pillow hitting your head. "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?!" you yelled, throwing back the pillow that he threw, now looking at his direction he looked as if he wanted more and across the room Yuuji looks like a puppy in need of attention as well. The Itadori twins were just left there to dry, but they won't let that. "You started this, (Y/N). How about we finish it all." Yuuji says in a cheerful tone making his way towards the couch and sitting beside Sukuna. "Yeah, why not discover. I bet this can be put to a good use as well, not only here in the lips. Come, let's find out where we can put it to a taste, (Y/N)." Sukuna says in a playful manner with that grin of his paste on his fave, you already know that you're screwed. Like literally screwed.
a/n ; I think Tumblr doesn't like me at all, it's buggy as hell. I wish they would fix this. I can't even copy and paste my own work in and type word for word. Error here and there, my gosh.
tag list ; @sammushy
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#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen fanfic#jujutsu itadori#jujutsu yuji#jujutsu sukuna#yuji itadori#itadori x reader#itadori fluff#sukuna x reader#sukuna fluff#jjk drabbles#jjk imagines#jjk x reader#jjk smut#fiction#imagines#my writing#romance#writers on tumblr#writing#writing prompt#yril#yril's cornfield
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being the younger sister of suna rintaro
[author: chae]
a/n: based on this twitter post
[bulletpoint] [sibling!au] [some strong language]
girls in your year who are fans of the volleyball club find out that you're rin's sister and rin was scouted to come to this school
so they try to befriend you in hopes of befriending him
"hey, y/n! i heard your brother got scou-"
"no, i will not introduce you to my brother. no, he will not meet you. no, i do not know his relationship status. move along, please."
he always like to push your buttons and tease you
you and rintaro always argue about what packaged form of jellied fruit tastes better
"the sticks are better"
"no, the pouches are!"
"the sticks are better."
"oh yeah? can you RE-SEAL your jelly fruit sticks?"
"the sticks are better."
"RIN."
when he hears you go out he always asks you to buy more jelly fruit sticks
rin: are you going to the store you: buy them yourself you lazy ass mf
he tries to get you to do chores for him
rin: mom told you to take out the trash you: bitch she literally said your name
miya atsumu is your mortal enemy
when atsumu isn't beefing with his brother, he's beefing with you because you always stir up mad shit
(you swear this guy has a crush on your brother with the amount of times he comes over)
((or maybe he has a crush on you but you don't think about that because, ew, its atsumu))
when rin gets bored of you for the day you hit up atsumu to gossip
because for some reason he knows ALL the tea
blonde loser: you would NEVER GUESS what i just found out y/n: kita senpai baby talks to cute animals? blonde loser: wha, no, idk anything about that blonde loser: you remember how we saw those two third years the other day? y/n: CALL ME RN
you and osamu get along pretty well
you both trade snacks or sides from your lunches sometimes
you both like to try new items at the konbini and rate them on a scale of 1-10
when it comes to collecting blackmail for atsumu and osamu, you and rin are partners in crime
you're always mirroring his actions when either of them does something stupid
for example, you were hanging out with the volleyball club one day when atsumu riled up osamu and osamu dashed towards him, tackled him and called him a tyrannical pig
you and rin had to take pics in every possible angle
anyways!
though rin always makes fun of you, he always has your back!!
someone looking at you on the streets?
BOMBASTIC SIDE EYE
girls in the hallway talking smack about you because you won't let them get close to [rin] you?
CRIMINAL OFFENSIVE SIDE EYE
miya twins pulled a prank on you?
he'll help you prank them back!!
he's a pretty chill big brother
even though he doesn't act like it most of the time
#haikyuu#haikyuu!!#haikyū!!#haikyuu headcanons#inarizaki#suna rintaro#suna rintarō#miya atsumu#miya osamu#miya twins
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The Future of the Family Madrigal
Inspired by @hannahhook7744's AU, here's what my new Madrigal family tree looks like, roughly twenty-six years after the events of the movie.
I used the scrapped characters from the Encanto Artbook, as well as some early versions of existing characters to round things out.
EDIT: Added two additional kids, to bring Dolores and Mariano's kid count up to five.
First Row: Pedro Madrigal and Alma Cadenza
Second Row: Félix Castillo, Pepa Madrigal, Alejandra Delgado, Bruno Madrigal, Julieta Madrigal, and Augustín Rojas
Third Row: Antonio Madrigal, Camilo Madrigal, Dolores Madrigal, Miranda Madrigal, Amelia Madrigal, Sofía Madrigal, Isabela Madrigal, Luisa Madrigal, and Mirabel Madrigal
Fourth Row: Marcos Vasquez, Mariano Guzmán, Juana Aguado, Bubo Marquez
Fifth Row (and the one slightly above it): Hugo Madrigal, José Madrigal, Héctor Madrigal, Princesa Madrigal, Fuega Madrigal, Mariana Madrigal, Óscar Madrigal, Beatriz Madrigal, Lidia Madrigal
Sixth Row: Leta Madrigal, Andrés Madrigal, Carlos Madrigal, Avila Madrigal, Amada Madrigal, Tomás Madrigal, Rómulo Madrigal, and Zoe Madrigal
Putting a character and familial guide under the cut, because the tree is m e s s y
Alejandra is Bruno's wife, and Miranda, Amelia, and Sofía are their daughters.
Alejandra is a scrapped character who I think was supposed to be the original founder, and the Julieta Character's mother. She appears to be dead in the version of the story she's in, as we see her statue, but not her. I decided to make her Bruno's wife, as I think he deserves a scary sword wife who loves him and their daughters very much.
Miranda was an early version of Julieta, and Alejandra's daughter. Since the two look near identical, they kinda ended up being a package deal. Miranda is technically Bruno's step-daughter, but that doesn't really matter.
Amelia and Sofía are characters from a very early concept. I threw them in as Bruno's daughters, as I liked the idea of one of Bruno's kids having a 'bad' power.
Marcos is Camilo's husband, and Hugo, José, and Héctor are their sons.
There are so many early concepts of Bruno, that there are no less than three in this tree, and they all look different. Marcos is one of those early concepts, back when Bruno was a skinny twink with bright blue eyes. The name Marco was chosen from a list of potential names for Bruno.
Hugo is an early version of Antonio (there are also a lot of those here), one where he's older and selectively mute.
José seems to be from the same era as the twins, although he doesn't get any notes. He seems like he'd be Camilo's kid in any timeline lol.
Héctor is yet another concept of Antonio, but I thought he looked different enough from Hugo that it worked out. I picked the name as a reference to the movie Coco.
Leta, Andrés, Carlos, Avila, and Amada are Dolores and Mariano's children.
Leta was Pepa's twin sister originally, so I thought it made sense to make her her granddaughter instead.
Andrés is another Bruno, and I thought he looked the most like Dolores out of any of the concept characters. Andre was another potential Bruno name, so I named this version of him that.
Carlos is the infamous beta Camilo. Since Cami doesn't have any bio kids, I gave Carlos to Dolores to explain the simillarites. Plus, he does kind of resemble Mariano.
Avila and Amada are two of the four concept girl cousins in the artbook. Picked them because they have Dolores' ears and Pepa's teeth. @hannahhook7744 showed me a concept character from an early script called Amada, and we discovered that Alma's name was originally going to be Avila (in the 2017 version) so I picked those names. (Thanks Hannah!)
Juana is Luisa's wife, and Tomás, Rómulo, and Zoe are their children.
Juana is an early Pepa, back when her gift was indestructability. I paired them together just because Luisa needs a laid back gf to counteract The Anxiety. Her name is actually a beta Julieta name.
Tomás and Rómulo are a pair of twins that appeared only once in a family portrait. There are very limited boy concepts, so I snagged these guys too. Tomás means "twin" and Rómulo is the Spanish form of Romulus, a very famous twin.
Zoe is from the same era as José, Amelia, and Sofía. She's basically the poster child for Scrapped Encanto Characters.
Bubo is Mirabel's husband and Óscar, Beatriz, and Lidia are their children.
Bubo is Isa's scrapped love interest, but I'd already planned on having Isa stay single when I learned about him, so I ditched the OC I gave to Mirabel, and gave Bubo to her. They both have glasses, so I think they'd be cute together.
Óscar is the third Bruno, and the one who gets the Óscar name. I was originally using a different Óscar, but figured that this one looks the most like Bubo. The name is the most widely used name for beta Bruno.
Beatriz is a beta Mirabel, so obviously I made her her daughter.
Lidia is a Luisa, and looks decently enough like canon Mirabel and Bubo. Lidia was supposedly Luisa's name before it was Luisa.
Isabela has no partner, but Princesa, Fuega, and Mariana are her daughters.
Princesa is a bit of an enigma to me. I think she was supposed to be an aunt of some kind, maybe Augustín's sister? It's never made very clear. She's shown to be dating/married to a beta Mariano, and potentially the mother of the four girl cousins? Anyway, I aged her down so I could use her as Isabela's daughter.
Fuega was supposed to be Isabela's other sister/cousin, one who was jealous of her gift and 'perfect' status.
Mariana seems to be a veeeeery early version of Mirabel. The name also stems from an early version of Mirabel.
I have bios for all the kids, I just need to post them.
#miranda madrigal#amelia madrigal#sofia madrigal#sofía madrigal#princesa madrigal#fuega madrigal#mariana madrigal#leta madrigal#andres madrigal#andrés madrigal#carlos madrigal#tomas madrigal#tomás madrigal#romulo madrigal#rómulo madrigal#zoe madrigal#hugo madrigal#jose madrigal#josé madrigal#hector madrigal#héctor madrigal#oscar madrigal#óscar madrigal#encanto next gen#encanto scrapped characters#encanto deleted characters#avila madrigal#amada madrigal
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london boy | fred weasley x reader
song; london boy [taylor swift] pairing; fred weasley x fem!american!thunderbird!reader genre; s2l, fluff word count; 3,1k timeline; post-second wizarding war au (fred lives) warnings; swearing, alcohol consumption summary; after taking the plunge and moving across the world, you are unsure of how to form a new social circle and support system. it appears there was no need to worry, as you soon meet a charming man who runs a joke shop with his twin brother
a/n; this was actually suggested by an anon! sorry it took a couple months to write
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"babe, don't threaten me with a good time."
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The Second Wizarding War, while primarily occurring in battles throughout the United Kingdom, was something that had put the global wizarding world at stake. The United States were no exception, and as a recent graduate of Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, you decided to wander across the pond to the country where the liberty of witches and wizards was saved. That, and you had no other plans for the course of your life.
You worked for the first year after your graduation in order to save up money for the move, but you were pleased to say you had finally stepped foot in England: specifically, Diagon Alley.
It was where you had managed to rent a small flat from, as arranged thanks to your mother having connections in the area as a result of her travels back in the day. You were beyond excited to meet new people and settle into a new life.
But you did need a job.
Your savings would suffice for a few months, which would hopefully give you sufficient time to secure an income - key word, hopefully. First on the agenda, however, was exploring your new local area to see if you could make new friends early doors.
And so you found yourself stood outside a completely buzzing joke shop, after visiting the local bakery and book shop. The name of shop was written in gold: Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. Chadwick, that was a tongue twister - fitting, you supposed.
You pushed open the door to be greeted by both the bell tinkling above you and the sound of laughing children (and even adults) in all corners of the establishment. A smile pulled its way on to your face as you began walking towards the nearest display table, covered in enchanted prank items. You picked up what appeared to be a normal whoopie cushion, and began examining it.
"Looks normal, but is in fact quite the opposite," a British voice in your left ear caught you off guard, making you quickly turn to be greeted by a tall ginger-haired man, "First of all, it camouflages once it's set down, so anyone who's smart enough to check their seats before sitting down can't catch you out."
You stared blankly at the man.
"Second, it doesn't just make a fart sound, it produces the whole package," he grinned, "A hyper realistic fart smell - and even a greenish smoke if the person sits down with a lot of force."
You came to your senses and smiled, putting the cushion delicately back down. "I'm guessing you're Weasley?"
"One of them," he nodded, "There's two others - one of them fresh out of Hogwarts."
You hummed.
"And I was gonna ask why I don't recognise you from school, but I think your accent gives me the answer."
"Yep, I'm an Ilvermorny grad."
"First time in Britain?"
You nodded, "So far, I love it."
He grimaced, "Depends where you go, Diagon Alley gives you an idealistic impression. How long you here for?"
"Indefinitely."
"Oh?" he quirked an eyebrow, "You're living here?"
"As of today," you smiled, "Y/N. Y/N L/N."
"Fred Weasley," he replied, "Allow me to be your first friend in this foreign country."
You giggled at his feigned poshness.
"What are your plans for work?" he asked, beginning to walk away. Instinctively, you began following him.
You shrugged, "I don't know. Haven't thought that far ahead."
"Oh?"
"I have some money saved while I settle in and find a job."
"That's good," he nodded.
"Have you always wanted to run a joke shop?" you asked.
"Oh, yeah. Always," he said with a smile, "Me and my twin brother, George, have loved pranks since we were kids."
You raised an eyebrow, "Twin?"
"Identical - well, used to be. He has a missing ear now so no one ever mixes us up anymore. Sad, really."
You didn't have to ask how he lost the ear.
"Our younger brother, Ron, decided to join us too. Although I don't think it's a childhood dream of his."
"How many siblings do you have?"
"Six."
Your eyes widened, "Six?"
"Five brothers, one sister."
"Your poor sister."
"Well, she's not doing too bad for herself. She's just starting her quidditch career and she's dating none other than Harry Potter so," he shrugged.
"You know Harry Potter?"
He laughed, "Well, I went to school with him, so yeah. Although I suppose I am a bit closer than normal as Ron's his best mate and my sister's dating him. He actually helped fund the start of this very establishment."
"That's cool."
Fred beamed at you, "Wanna grab a coffee after my shift?"
***
"So, yeah, that's how I ended up losing my virginity to a no-maj," you finished off, sipping on your piccolo, "Poor guy doesn't know he lost his to a witch."
"How do you know it was his first time?" Fred chuckled, sat opposite you, having been intently listening to the story.
"Because he started crying afterwards saying how God was never gonna forgive him for not saving himself for marriage," you said through stifled laughter.
By this point, Fred was practically cackling.
"Honestly, I took it as a compliment. I'm sexy enough to get a guy to suspend his beliefs for a couple hours."
"Not surprised about that," he gave the slightest of smirks to you.
You stopped laughing, suddenly feeling flushed and embarrassed.
"You told a guy you just met how you lost your virginity and only now you get shy?"
You scoffed, "I didn't realise there were rules around when I'm allowed to get shy."
Fred shrugged, "There should be- by that I mean, you should have to do it more. You're cute when you're shy."
You couldn't help your lips from stretching into a grin.
"Oh, shit, is that the time?"
"What?"
"I agreed to meet some of my brothers and friends for drinks at the Leaky Cauldron."
"Oh-"
"Wanna come?" he quickly asked.
You frowned, "I don't wanna intrude."
"Don't be silly, I grew up on a 'the more, the merrier' policy."
"Well, if you're sure- fuck it."
***
"Fred, there you are!" a voice rang out from the bar, where a group of guys were gathered.
"Where you been, mate?" a man identical to Fred (save for a missing ear) said.
"If you'd been at the shop today, you'd know."
George, the name you remembered from Fred's many stories, laughed, "I'm just teasing. Ron told me," he nodded his head towards one of the other ginger men in the group. That was when he turned to look at you. "So, you're the mysterious lady Freddie disappeared off with."
"Nice to meet you, I'm Y/N."
"Ooh, accent!" the man who had initially called out to you both said.
"Alright, alright. Y/N, that's Lee there, this is my twin, George- obviously. Over there is Ron, Wood, and one of my older brothers, Bill."
They all greeted you.
"So, where in America you from?" Bill asked.
***
Some way, some how, many firewhiskeys later you found yourself laughing your ass off with a bunch of guys you had only met a few hours ago. You were drunker than the rest of them, that was for sure, as despite US drinking laws not having stopped you from drinking to drunkenness before, they still meant you had had less opportunity to do so. Thus, your tolerance wasn't good.
At some point during the evening, your group had migrated from the bar to a larger table in the corner, where you sat with Fred's arm around you.
"Oh, come on, Ron, you have to admit it's a little ironic that your girlfriend is on her way to be the next Minister of Magic meanwhile you run a joke shop," George said through wheezes.
Ron's expression suddenly went solemn, "How could you say that to me?"
Everyone went silent for a few moments, until Ron erupted in laughter again with everyone else swiftly following. You found it even funnier that the jokes weren't actually funny anymore: you all were just plastered.
As the laughter died down again, you turned to Fred at your side, "I like your friends."
"Better not like 'em more than me," he said, "I know it's only been a day but I'd like to think I've already called dibs on you."
"Called dibs on me?"
"Yeah, well, dibs on being the first British guy you date."
You grinned, "That's up to you to make it happen, London boy."
"I'm not even from London," he retorted.
"Eh, tomato, tomato."
***
How things ended up well past midnight with you stumbling down Diagon Alley, a red headed man helping support your weight, and an unhealthy amount of alcohol in your system - you didn't know. All you knew is that you had learned so much about the man in the last several hours that you felt very comfortable with him.
"Okay, love, is this your flat?"
"Yeah, that's the one," you slurred, moving towards the stairs that led up the side.
"Woah, hold up there, pretty girl," he said, quickly aiding you so you didn't trip and break your face, "You shoulda told us you were a lightweight. We wouldn'ta ordered you so many."
You grumbled, but didn't say anything in response, instead fumbling around in your pockets for your keys.
"Fred, I can't find them," you whined.
He pulled out his wand, "Alohamora." The door clicked open. "I see you haven't put an anti-unlocking charm on your flat yet."
"I literally just moved in."
"I feel like it's a first priority."
You didn't reply, instead tumbling forward into your new small home. Again, Fred steadied your weight, chuckling to himself in the process.
"You need to get to bed."
After helping you get your shoes off, Fred walked you to your bedroom and watched in amusement as you collapsed on to the mattress.
"You all good from here, sweetheart?"
You hummed softly, "Thank you, Freddie."
"Yeah, yeah," he said, "If you're not too hungover, stop by the shop tomorrow. I can set you up with a job."
"Really?"
"Of course. I have a sneaky feeling you're gonna be in my life for a while."
You giggled, "Me too."
"Alright, I'll see you. Take care."
"You too-" you yawned, "-Freddie."
***
It was mid-afternoon by the time you made it to Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, still nursing a hangover but feeling better after a long shower, a painkilling potion and a big glass of a fizzy non-alcoholic drink.
"Oh, good, you're here," Fred opened the door, seeing as the shop was in fact shut. They functioned on weekend days of Monday and Tuesday since Saturday and Sunday were prime business days. (Apart from in the lead up to school starting again, as George explained in detail to you the night prior how they couldn't miss out on any day of the week when Diagon Alley was swarmed with kids.)
"You seem perkier than me," you grumbled, entering the unusually quiet store.
"I didn't get nearly as drunk as you," he reminded, walking towards the back room, "Anyway, I assume you're here for the job?"
You nodded, "That... and to see you."
He gave you a soft smile at that, "You're always welcome."
"You literally met me yesterday."
"What? Were you too drunk to remember what I said last night?"
You suppressed a smile, "No."
"Then you know. Call it divine intuition if you will but you're gonna be around for a while."
"I certainly don't plan on leaving," you replied, following him into the office area.
"Well, let's set you up for a job here then."
"It's really nice of you to do this."
He winked at you, "I don't do favours for free."
"What do you want in return?" you narrowed your eyes at him.
"Another date."
You grinned, "I think I could agree to those terms."
***
Not even a week later, you and Fred were walking down Diagon Alley, ready to go out for lunch for your second date. An hour ago, the sun had been shining brightly in the sky, warming your exposed skin. Now, the shimmery blues had been veiled by a thick layer of dark grey clouds, casting a shadow over the bustling street. You heard Fred, a normally cheerfully optimistic man (as you had quickly learned), let out a sigh.
"Looks like the forecast has taken a turn," just as he finished his sentence, droplets began cascading down from above, growing in intensity by the second.
You couldn't help but giggle slightly.
"Doesn't this bother you?"
You laughed harder, "No. I like it."
Fred smiled at you, "Really? A rainy date?"
You shrugged, "Don't threaten me with a good time."
"Well, okay, then."
He held out his hand to you, and you took it, letting him twirl you around before you both continued walking in the direction of the café he had in mind.
"Your smile is so pretty," he commented after some moments of delicate silence.
You couldn't help but beam at his words, "Really?"
He hummed, "I could look at it for the rest of my life."
In your chest, your heart was performing somersaults like a circus acrobat, and it was making you feel giddy. This was the most alive you had ever felt and you never wanted to let it go.
"Do it then," you replied, "Nothing's stopping you."
He stopped in his tracks, forcing you to halt as well since your hand remained interlocked with his.
"What?" you asked, looking back at him from your position one step forward.
"Can I?" he spoke with a soft gaze, the usual mischievous glint absent.
"Can you what?"
"Look at your smile forever?"
You shrugged limply, "If you can make me smile forever, sure."
"Can I say something crazy?"
"I would expect nothing less from you."
"I kinda want to marry you."
"Kinda?" you raised an eyebrow, feeling the swarm of butterflies spinning in your stomach but remaining calm and collected on the outside.
"I know we only met a week ago, but what would you say if I asked?"
"Guess you'll have to learn the hard way," you gave him a cheeky grin.
"Okay," he said, and it was only then you realised that the rain had caused the street to clear out of most people. Your eyes widened as he got down on one knee, still holding your hand. Suddenly, you could no longer feel your wet hair clinging to your face, nor your damp clothes sticking to your skin. Not because they had dried, but because all your focus was elsewhere.
You were pretty sure you had forgotten how to breathe.
"Y/N, in the short time I've known you, which is admittedly very short, I have had so much fun," he began, "And as I said right at the beginning, I have a feeling that you're gonna be around a while, it's why I even came over to talk to you the first time you entered my shop- I felt drawn to you. And, well, I'm known for my impulsive decisions, but they've all worked out so far, so, I have no reason not to act on this one too," he took a deep breath, "I don't have a ring right now, but will you marry me?"
You stood, stunned. You hadn't thought he would actually propose to you.
"Don't feel pressured to say yes," he quickly added, making you snap out of your daze.
You shook your head, "Yes- I'll marry you, Freddie."
The man's face lit up as he zoomed to his feet and picked you up, spinning you around as your lips touched each other's for the first time. You couldn't believe it: Fred Weasley was now your fiancé, when he was never even your boyfriend.
"Now, what say we go get some food to celebrate?" he asked.
"Sounds good to me."
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THREE YEARS LATER.
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"I now pronounce you husband and wife," the officiator called out, "You may kiss the bride."
You watched from the crowd as Ron pressed his lips to Hermione's, joining the rest of the audience with the applauding.
"This is a lot grander than our wedding," Fred leaned down to whisper in your ear.
You laughed gently, "Ours was a much more last minute affair, Freddie."
"Mm, how long was our engagement again?"
"Three weeks," you reminded, "The courting only lasted a week too."
"What can I say? I'm a man who knows what I want."
You shook your head with a smile, picking up the applause again as Hermione and Ron began posing for photos from the photographer.
"Oh, they're calling us up now," Fred said, grabbing your hand and pulling you up to the altar with him. All of the Weasley siblings and their partners were also en route to where the newly weds were.
As you took your position in the photograph with Fred's arm wrapped around you, he leaned down to whisper in your ear yet again.
"Can I just say, my love, you look absolutely gorgeous- as always."
Your bright smile was one of the most genuine in the photograph, as Hermione later commented, and in response to that Fred had immediately taken a copy for your own house.
"What?" he had said when you raised an eyebrow at him, "I told you, I want to stare at your smile forever."
You chuckled.
"And you said I can, provided I make you smile."
You hummed, recalling the conversation that led up to his impromptu proposal fondly.
"And correct me if I'm wrong, but I'm the one that made you smile in this photo."
Unable to argue with him, you gazed at the moving photograph of Fred turning his head away from your ear to smile at the camera. It hadn't quite captured the moment in which he complimented your looks, but it didn't need to, as you knew that you would never forget the context for the image.
Not when your smile really did shine so brightly in it.
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The guys were digging through like 10 different sized boxes that they found at a flea market. The person was selling entire boxes of random stuff (no refunds or returns, we are not not at fault if you end up haunted).
The wonders of what people will sell for a quick buck.
"So why did we decide not to live stream ourselves opening these up." Mikey asked while pulling a tangle of necklaces and bracelets from a smaller box. Then proceed to attempt to untangle them.
"Because we don't know what is in these boxes, and we might find something that is against the TOS, Annoyed huff." Donnie says as they pull a stack of random computer parts from a box that were not in the worst condition, but not the best either, they look in the box more to see what else might be in there.
Leo dumped the medium size box he grabbed, and out fell a bunch of small pictures some with small frames. He picked one up and went wide-eyed, "Dudes! These are old timey ghost photos! Pretty good fakes, but still cool."
The others grabbed one or two of the pictures, and studied them, they took a few minutes to just look at the pictures, then it turned into a bit of a game of find the reused 'ghosts', because the same 'ghosts' in a couple of them.
Raph picked up the biggest box, and used his claw to tear through the tape holding it closed.
But once he opened the box he let out a scream, and threw the box across the room before leaving the room.
Leo goes to pick up the box, and out fell a bunch of Ms. Cuddles merch still in box. They all let out a laugh.
"I thought he got over that fear?" Mikey questions once he calms down, "Then again some fears is hard to get over."
"I almost want to find the person we bought these from, and give them a tip." Leo says while digging more into the Ms. Cuddles box, "Wonder if there's anything else in here. Also how much would this stuff sell for?"
"Depending on the condition, that one plush there could go for maybe $50. Same with that older board game right there." Donnie says while looking up the toys.
Then from the box fell another box that was wrapped in twine with scraps of paper attached. They all stare at the box for a minute.
"I say we cut our losses on that, and pawn it off to one of the ladies in Witch Town." Leo says while poking the box with his sword.
Mikey moves around to get a better look at the box, "Maybe, we should call Draxum first. Just in case it's useful?"
The twins look at the youngest with doubt, but conceded, "Okay, but he also has to take it, if it's cursed!"
They put away the rabbit toys, and looked into the other boxes before Mikey went to call Draxum for advice.
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Okay, I couldn't figure what else to add on to this, and I honestly didn't actually have a plan for the box. It was just a 'I need something weird to fall out of the big box' moment. Best I can give is an idea based on a porch pirate story where the person disguised the package as a cursed object, but not sure if if it's fake or cursed.
This is part of my AU, but I welcome people to mess with this idea.
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Okay so I wanna make a 2012 separated au but I wanna add a rise villain lol
basically
Leo’s raised by Splinter
Raph’s raised by Shedder
Donnies raised by BM
and Mikey’s raised by April or the Kraang idk yet
mainly I think it’d be funny if BM spoiled Donnie and you just get spoiled rich boy Donnie idk lmao
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NAH BUT THE FIRST TIME I READ A 2018DONNIE ADOPTED BY BIG MAMA FIC, MY BRAIN WENT “What if that was 2012Donnie?” AND I’VE NEVER RECOVERED BC I WANNA BUT IT’S SO OUT THERE THAT I’VE NEVER HAD THE GUTS TO TRY-
(I am so, so sorry, this has spiraled over the last few days. I am weak. Resistance was futile.)
Okay, so, like 2012 universe but Yokai exist…
So I’m going to assume right off the bat that Leo&Mikey don’t know about the Hidden City because they’re being raised by a human (Kirby) and a previous human (Splinter). How these two managed to get their hands on baby mutant turtles, I couldn’t tell you.
Okay, so I’m going to assume Leo&Mikey meet first. Both living as vigilantes in the human world, they’re bound to run into each other at some point. I doubt Splinter would let Leo travel to the surface solo. So maybe Splinter starts taking him up earlier because he deems keeping the tike with him is safer than leaving him alone.
So they get to know the surface early on. Mikey, because he sneaks out whenever he can, and Leo, because Splinter introduced it to him.
They besties who think it’s neat that they look like twins.
And then they come across Raph.
Now, a twin package is coincidence but a triplet turtle who looks scarily similar to them? That’s sus.
In fact, it’s the only reason that Raph doesn’t immediately kill them on site. He’s affronted, frustrated, and admittedly a little curious. So he decides to settle the mystery by taking them down to the Hidden City for a Mystical Relative test. (They are a thing because I say so.)
He knows the Hidden City exists because Shredder has dealings with Big Mama. They work out deals, where Raph fights in her Nexus and Shredder gets trinkets from the Hidden City.
Leo and Mikey are in awe, but also, they had a City that they could walk freely in beneath their feet the whole time?!
Then they take the test and- huzzah, they’re brothers!
And, oopsy, the witch lets it slip that they have another brother??
They press for more, but all she knows is that Big Mama will be their key to finding him.
So Leo and Mikey are determined to look and Raph is none to satisfied to learn that, not only is his family expanding and they’re both dorks, but now he has to deal with one of the biggest mob leaders in the City? No thank you. He did not sign up for that risk.
He tries to brush them off but Leo is adamant that he help- especially if he knows who she is and how they can arrange a talk with her. Even if it’s a long shot, they have to try.
So, Raph gives in to get them off his back.
And he introduces them to the best chance that they’re going to get to receiving an audience with her- And wouldn’t you know it?
That liaison is Donatello!
Of course, everyone knows that Donnie is of pure Yokai descendancy. Big Mama would never adopt some lost soul off the street. Rumors float about but no one knows for sure how he came into her care. The only truth that the Yokai know for certain is that he’s a genius, one in charge of all kinds of equipment for Big Mam’s Battle Nexus.
But, anyway, Donnie doesn’t fit into the brothers’ physical quota.
Normally, nobody can get close to Donatello, but the minute Raph strolls into the Nexus and asks to speak with him- the genius spawns. Body guards are shooed away at the request for privacy as the intelligent turtle eagerly brings them to his workshop.
It quickly becomes clear why Raph was so reluctant. To say that Donnie was ecstatic to see him was an understatement.
Unfortunately for the loner turtle, he’d become a lock for Donnie’s OCD. And similar to how he sees April in canon, he’s (PLATONICALLY) smitten. His obsessive side makes Raph into his idol and his compulsions lead him to do everything possible to try and build a friendship. Even if that means disregarding every single one of his Mother’s rules when it comes to interacting with fighters.
Raph hates the attention, but Donnie’s their best shot.
And Donnie doesn’t hesitate to promise them a meeting.
I’m dying imaging them going on a hunt for a long-lost brother, and Donnie’s standing right there the whole time- 🤣
Assisting every step of the way in the search for himself, with everyone being 100% sure that it cannot possibly be him because Big Mama is good a sewing lies.
Donnie is absolutely a rich kid. He’s utterly mortified when he finds out that Leo actually lives in the sewers of all places.
This AU would be all the more hilarious if Donnie slowly starts to realize that Raph isn’t the perfect person that he thought he was, and the obsession calms, but then he finds out that he’s Raph’s brother and completely loses his ever loving mind.
It would be brilliant.
I imagine Big Mama to be a fun mix of self-centered but genuinely loving. I think that would be an interesting take for her to spend his lifetime using every available opportunity to take advantage of his skills and manipulate his actions… But also, she would wipe out everyone in the entire Hidden City for him in a heartbeat if she thought they posed him any real danger.
On that same note, I think about the episode where the RISE first meet her, and like, how she would react if Draxum came and launched vines not only at her, but at Donnie too. And she instantly loses her cool.
“I may have a revision to do. Big Mama has two rules. One does not steal from Big Mama, and NO ONE touches her tottering TURTLE.”
I just think she’d be great.
I keep coming back to this-
So I keep envisioning this moment somewhere in the future where the Kraang or somethin’ pose this huge threat, and Donnie (as manipulative as his mother when he wants to be, which isn’t often) is basically like “We are not making deals. I will find a way to go on this mission and I will probably die if you don’t give me reinforcements. You can support me and I’ll keep building for you, or you don’t and you’ll lose your heir.”
Not exact words but you get the gist.
He’s so stubborn in the show. I want to enhance that.
I just want him to bob between innocent and confident. His pride shatters at the slightest negativity, but he also knows exactly what to say to get what he wants. He’s a good boy, but he’s not a pushover to anyone but Raph and his Mother. He’s not a big fan of changing the terms at the last second, but that’s not to say he hasn’t before.
ALSO YOU CAN IGNORE THIS IF YOU WANT BUT I HAVE CONCEPT BECAUSE IT’S IN MY BRAIN NOW.
The very first time that Donnie saw a Battle Nexus fight, he’d been the ripe age of four years old.
His mother was sitting in her private viewing area, perfect as ever, as he stared down in the arena in awe. He’d been ecstatic to see the fights that his mother spoke so fondly of, studying the fighters curiously as they faced on another.
He quickly fell into the excitement, encouraged by his Mother’s laughter, cheering along with the crowd. That is, until he watched the gorilla Yokai pin it’s opponent to the ground and tear it’s arm clean off.
The scream of agony was drowned in the hollars of the crowd.
He feel silent, a cry tangled in his lungs for another reason altogether. He looked back at her, as she smiled and watched the crowd go nuts, and then sunk in her lap. He squeezed his eyes as shut as they could be, fists over them, and blood painted behind his lids. He moved his fists to the sides of his head, but he could still hear screams.
He could remember it so clearly. His mother turned him to look at her, peeling his fists away from where they pressed against skull. She had seemed disappointed, looking down on him. Then her expression relaxed as she cooed, “Is it to loud for my whisperous turtle?”
He nodded, desperately, as she waved one of her assistants over.
They took him to his room. He locked himself in the bathroom to sob, unable to erase the image of gore stains from his mind. He’d passed out, right there on cold tiles, and woke up pressed against his mother. Granted, he woke up screaming, sobbing, and certain he was drenched in his own blood, but she rocked him, calmed his fears, and sang him back to sleep. He slept uneasily in the safety of her hold.
He spent the next week refusing to leave the room.
Eventually, his Mother encouraged him out. A year later, she took him back to the Battle Nexus. The results didn’t change. It repeated for a few more years. The nightmares got progressively more gory.
When he was ten years old, she promised him that he never had to watch the fights if he didn’t want to. He waited until she was out of sight to crumble under the weight of relief and self-loathing, her frown permanently etched in his mind.
From that day on, Donnie made it his life’s mission to support her like she always supported him. He might not understand the arena, but everyone who visited the Hotel loved it. There was no end to the complements and requests that she received when they were attending to matters outside it. She lit up under the attention. He saw no harm in making weapons and armor for the fighters, rewarded with his mother’s glowing smile and proud laughter.
She loved to show him off. The sun to her earth, helping give life to what she’d created. He gave what she asked for, sprinkling his own inventions here and there. He preferred to focus on the defensive wear; she loved the offensive weaponry.
He actively did his best to avoid the arena.
…Until the first time he glimpsed Ribenji on her screens.
Ribenji means vengeance in Japanese. Because Shredder is obsessed with it. And Raph will be his ultimate warrior of vengeance against anyone who crosses his path. Hehe. I think I’m cool.
I don’t pretend to fully understand Big Mama. I just love writing her.
Does Donnie’s name change? Perhaps.
Though I suppose I could see Big Mama having an interest in the Renaissance. That might be something up her alley…
I’M NOT DONE WITH THIS CONCEPT ACTUALLY
“Donnie dearest.” Donnie doesn’t look up from his work, wielding the last of the armor in place. He’s down on one knee and it allows his mother easy access to the top of his head, planting a kiss before stepping back to let him finish. “How’s my lil’ turtley-boo doing with Mama’s big project?”
“Almost finished.” He promises, turning off the wielder. She’s never pleased when he works and talks. She claims it makes her feel less to his work, and he’d never want to make her feel insecure.
A hand is on his shoulder, keeping him on the ground as she knocks against the metal with deceptively delicate knuckles. “Did you add the mystic fiddeydoodles that I so graciously found for you and you so endlessly prodded me for?”
Donnie feels a blush creep up his cheeks. He hadn’t wanted them at first, but after she’d mentioned how influential they were to putting on a perfect show, he couldn’t resist a couple of requests. “Not yet, Mother. I’m working on it. I swear. It will be ready when you need it.”
He studies her face, imploring, and she smiles down at him. She lifts her hand. “I know you will, my little genius. You always keep your promises.”
“I’m taller than you.” He points out as he stands, rather than acknowledge the twist of nerves which reminds him that even one failure could tear at her trust in him.
“Perhaps in this form.” She taps her broach and then she’s hovering over him, smirking with a flair that makes him rolls his eyes. “But you’ll always be my little teensie weensie tottering turtley-boo.”
“Mother.” He mumbles as he takes off his goggles. His face grows hot, glad for the seclusion of his lab. “I’ll be fifteen in three days.”
“That you will.” She hums, brushing his cheek with one of her smaller appendages. “My magnifferent, brilliant boy.”
She turns away to examine another of his projects. The only reason that she visits the lab is to get a run down of his latest one. He loves that she has a genuine interest in his work, even if she’s not particularly interested in the construction itself. She supplies his needs and works with his wants. What more could a turtle ask for?
At the same time that Donnie wants to shrivel up and hide when under her undivided affection, he can’t help but appreciate the attention. He never knows when he’ll get to have her doting every hour or if he’ll find himself isolated for a month.
Donnie quickly reprimands himself. They spoke about his intrusive thoughts. He shouldn’t think that way. He’s not completely secluded with the Hotel staff taking care of him and Gus hanging around. It’s all in his best interest. He’s safer within the hotel than out with the rif-raff in the bar or on the streets.
…It is nice to be noticed, though.
He steps closer to her, fiddling with the goggles. “Mother.”
“Yes, little one?”
She lifts one of his weapons from the table. He hopes she doesn’t test it. It’s not nearly to her fine expectations. “Have you- have you had any dealings with Saki, by chance?”
“Oh, my dormy genius. You know Mama hates talking business when we’re together.”
“Yes, Mother, of course.” He deflates a bit, watching her sigh.
“If you want to ask after his feisty Yokai pet, all you have to do is say it.”
“Have you seen Ribenji?” Donnie blurts eagerly. “Has he fought recently?”
“I don’t see your fascination with the Yokai when he barely gives you the time of day.”
“I know, Mother, I apologize for being this way.” He says, because it’s what she wants to hear. “But it’s been itching at my brain for some time. I was working on something for him, a side-project that could greatly improve his performance, not that it’s not good already, he’s a brilliant fighter, more than that, he’s inspiring and swift and he handles himself really well, which makes since for a Yokai Foot ninja, but I thought he might appreciate-”
“Donnie, dearest.” Mother sets his weapon down, and he quiets, running the strap along his hand. “I know you idolize the warrior, but please, no more side projects. Focus on your list. I don’t want you getting tuckered out.”
“But Mother-”
“Mama knows what’s best for you.” She tsks as she disappears behind her human form, a whirlwind of magic before she sets a hand in his arm. “This obsessing is unhealthy.”
“I was merely wondering if I could see some clips-”
“A wondering mind is a mind of worries.” She’s not scolding him, but it sure feels like it. The need to plead is still tangling in his airways, kept caged by the calm of her stare. “Refocus it on what’s important. Like your fantablous weaponry! And Mother will worry about her business with Saki.”
“But you always say that I should tell you when something bothers me.” He reminds quickly, ignoring her sharp look. “And it really bothers me that I haven’t been able to check in with one of your champions. Isn’t the arena meant to be mine one day?”
“Not for a good while yet.” She warns. “Until then, Mama would like to keep you away from the fiddlefaddles that bore you so.”
“Bore might not be the right word-”
“So you would like to resume your studies, then?” She looks at him, hand over her heart. “Why, you could have simply said so.”
He sighs, “You’re twisting again, Mother.”
“Do you or do you not want to give up your little hobby?”
“Oh, of course, I want to give up the one thing in the endless hotel that brings me any joy. I dream about it every night.”
“Always with the sarcasm.”
“Mother, please.”
“Mama has given her final word. A proper son knows when to debate and when to obey.”
He nods, shoulders slumping, and she considers him. She sets a gentle hand over the fist that holds his goggles, “Oh, my dear, you know it hurts me to see you disappointed. What if you were to finish your contrabulations and your beloved Mama were to see if she could get you some footage of the latest shows?”
“Oh, would you?” He breathes, daring to believe it.
She leans against him, on her toes to plant a kiss on his chin. “I will leave you to your work.”
Mother turns to leave, and he beams after her. “Thank you!”
A smooth backward wave. “Anything for my turtley-boo!”
I like to think she’d call him little to remind him of his place, tease him about the fact that he’s taller than most Yokai his age, and she sincerely still thinks of him as the tiny, weak turtle that she adopted more than a decade ago. She’s an excellent multitasker.
Anyway! Thank you for the dopamine! Sorry for the spiral!
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