#together and they start tripping over their own feet but it's okay because they're so in love and it doesn't even matter

[zaacoy]

redrew an old piece from foreeevvvvaaahhhhh ago because the anatomy was all wonky, they dancey dance together yippee yippeeee :D

[sahisan]

OKAY OKAY BRO. WHAT IF EI KEEP SCARA?? So like inagine a shogun!scara x Kitsune!reader (like Ei and Miko) during the vision hunt decree where reader is helping traveler by distracting scara with cute dates cuddle and keeping him from chasing traveler by holding him in the tightest im race and just sleeping on top of him. BRO AAAA THAT SOUNDS SO CUTE and scara is annoyed at first but eventually just gives in and Ei is just like 🧍‍♀️. idk if you have anons but -💤🌀

★ summary: shogun!kunikuzushi x kitsune!fem!reader. you're using your little tricks to distract him from the traveler's arrival.

☆ cw: sfw. fluff. established relationship. 1009 words.

☾ a/n: thank you 💤🌀anon for your req! i got so inspired that i started writing this almost instantly after getting the req.

there weren't any news in inazuma that weren't heard by shogun's all-knowing ears. the vision hunt decree was progressed well - until some rumors appeared about a certain traveler from the overseas who decided that they're capable of standing against the vision hunt decree, and against the shogun himself.

"hah. how amusing." kunikuzushi mumbled, having a devilish grin attached to his lips. "who do they think they are?"

"hm? what're you talking about, kuni?" you looked over his shoulder curiously, your ears twitching in amusement.

you always watched kunikuzushi's emotional spectre with delight. once even witnessing his face going from having a smirk to one of horror and disgust when he realised that you bought all the available dango from the narukami island just to arrange a picnic date with him, clearly knowing that he hated dango. he got mad instantly, walking away, furiously stomping his feet. (he felt bad right after could barely resist your puppy eyes and wiggling tails when you tried to get him back.)

or when you drew small kitsune all over his face with a permanent ink, or the time when he decided to pay you back with asking the seller to put salt and pepper in your mochi, or the incident in a shrine when you almost got caught-

even if that happened just once, he already witnessed a thousand of your little pranks for the following thousands years of you being by his side.

so you, suddenly appearing near him now, couldn't bring any good news. kunikuzushi knew it, reacting at your emergence with an exasperated groan.

"what do you need now?" he turned around to you, his long kimono hem spread on the grass. he was sat under a few sakura trees, so there were some pink petals on his clothes.

you examined his face with great amusement and a usual soft smile, until... you started giggling. your giggles quickly turned into a full-blown laughing session.

"you- k-kuni- hahaha!... don't you see?" you tried speaking through your laugh, holding a fan up to your lips to cover your giggles.

your hand reached to - as he thought - touch his nose, but instead, you held up a sakura petal between your fingers that sticked to his nose. you couldn't hold back another laughter, tripping over your own kimono and falling on top of him.

"what are you- [name]! get off of me!" kunikuzushi could barely hold a yelp as you fell on him, not letting him get any chance to move.

you spread yourself on top of him, your body a bit shaking from all the laughing, as you tried to steady your hands, putting them on each sides of his head to look down at him. letting out a few last giggles you finally stopped, a large smile plastered on your lips as you stared down at him with amusement. your hand reached once more to touch his hair, getting a few more sakura petals out of it.

kunikuzushi's face looked like a mix of embarrassment and irritation - knitted together brows and a slight blush on his pale cheeks because of how close you two are now - you couldn't guess which one was there more, so your only option was to stare down at him, until a guard from the shogunate approached both of you.

"shogun, the traveler was spotted near tenshukaku." the guard informed, seemingly not minding your little hugging session - could that even be called hugging?

kunikuzushi sighed, running a hand through his hair. the moment was almost ethereal, why did it have to be interrupted so fast?

"that idiot-" he gave a useless try to stand up, only for you to pin him down again.

"hush, you're staying here." you spoke to him, your hand's fingers entwined with his indigo hair, curling and brushing it on some places. "there's no way i'll let you go now."

"[name], stop with these games, it's an emergen-"

"kunikuzushi, i said you're staying here." you shot him a glare with narrowed eyes, a smile disappearing from your features. it then came back almost instantly when you looked up at the guard. yet, the smile on your lips now seemed threatening, showing your authority. "the shogunate are able to keep an eye on them, aren't you?"

"i- y-yes, yes, we can... you can rely on us." the guard, seemingly a bit frightened - as you intended - took a step back, and bowed deeply to both of you. you kept your intimidating grin, nodding to them. they ran as soon as you sent them away.

"that's better." you smiled at kunikuzushi, now without that gloomy appearance. he, in turn, could only stare at you with a sceptical look.

"you didn't even let me finish, and i'm the shogun here." he says, his eyes narrowed and a small frown on his face. giggling, you could tell his pride was hurt by your actions.

"aw, don't get all grumpy. here..." you leaned down, your lips meeting his. the kiss wasn't heated, it was rather transmission of emotions. you enjoy the moment to the fullest; there was no hurry in both your and his actions. he moved his lips slowly, gently, and closes his eyes. you, on the other hand, let your fingers entangle in his hair, moving your hand down to his neck, tips of your fingers gently sliding down his skin.

it was a sweet moment. the sound of the wind as it blows gently through the sakura trees, the birds chirping above, the sun shining bright...

that was, until you heard a crack of wood underneath him. breaking the kiss, you looked down at him with your brows furrowed.

"...did you just break my fan?"

"you didn't let me stand up!" kunikuzushi protested, his back feeling the broken wood. shit, you won't let that slide now, he thought.

"jackass. now you're definitely not going anywhere." you plopped down at him once again, the fur of your ears slightly touching his jaw as you nuzzled your face in the crook of his neck. kunikuzushi groaned.

"[name], don't forget that you're a bit... heavy too. ugh... wait, are you sleeping?!"

[forever-rogue]

Hi, I love your blog so much it's amazing.

I was wondering if you could write some Joel Miller being jealous? Like they're in some kind of relationship but Joel doesn't want to put a word to it and arrive to some camp and a guy from there is trying to flirt with reader but she just has eyes for Joel, could be the first I love you confession from him, to make things official between them? Fluff because my heart can't handle anything else :').

AN | Jealous!Joel? Okay, okay, I see you!

Pairing | Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Language

Word Count | 2.5k

Masterlist | Joel, Main

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Joel Miller wasn’t a relationship type of guy; he hadn’t been for a long time and it seemed pointless to start now. And that’s exactly how you found yourself in a sort of relationship with him…a situationship if you will. 

He also wasn’t the jealous type either. You weren’t his girlfriend, or his partner, or what have you. You happened to be another person living in Jackson that he spent an inordinate amount of time with and had sex with. Lots of sex…he liked to think of it as stress relief. Yeah. That’s it - stress relief. Everyone could use some of that given the current state of the world. 

But, in conclusion, you weren’t anything more to him than anyone else. 

So why did he experience a definitely-not-jealous-feeling deep in the pit of his stomach when he saw you talking to one of Jackson’s newcomers?

He wasn’t jealous. No. Nope. Definitely not. 

He just wanted to strangle any man that talked to you, or looked in your direction. It was a totally normal reaction…or at least that’s what he tried to convince himself. 

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“Joel?” you found him stalking through downtown and had rushed to catch up with him. You hadn’t seen him in the last couple of days and when you had he’d barely spoken a word or even graced you with a look. 

You could see his shoulders stiffen for a moment but he slowed his stride so you could catch up with him. You quickly fell into stride, but you could sense that he was in a mood. You nudged your arm against his and he grunted in response, “what?”

“What?” you parroted back at him, frowning in response, “or like what’s been up with you lately?”

“I have no clue what you’re talking about,” the man was stubborn beyond measure sometimes. You huffed and waited for him to expand but he refused to give in to you, “been busy.”

“Busy,” he refused to look at you, but he could feel you glowering at him, “we’re all busy, Miller. That doesn’t mean we don’t make time for each other.”

“You expect me to make time for you?” his twang came out as he stopped suddenly and you almost tripped over your own feet as you stopped as well. He crossed his arms over his broad chest, head cocked to the side. Your expression clearly said duh, “and just why would I do, sweetheart?”

“You’re being a jerk,” you pushed his shoulder, gently, although you doubted you could really do much damage to him, even if you wanted to, “last time I checked I thought we enjoyed spending time together. But over the past few days you’ve had such a-a bee in your bonnet.”

“Last time I checked I didn’t owe you anything,” and oh. Those words definitely stung, “we aren’t anything.”

“Oh wow,” you were hurt, but you weren’t about to let him know how much, “that’s rich coming from you. I don’t know what your problem suddenly is, but if you’re going to be a jerk, you can fuck off. And next time you need something, don’t bother knocking at my door. But if you decide to get over whatever this is, or want to talk to me like a grown man, you know where to find me.”

Your reaction had left him stunned; he knew you could hold your own when you needed to, but you’d never talked to him like that before. In that moment you definitely weren’t that soft, sweet girl he’d grown to love. Love. But he’d never admit it; truthfully he might not have even come to that realization just yet.

You stomped away, leaving him standing there and staring after you, a dismal expression on his face. He might have been a quiet man, but he wasn’t often left speechless. You’d just managed to do so.

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You made it a point to avoid him over the next couple of days, figuring that if he really wanted to make things right he would come to you. You missed him, admittedly, but decided to throw yourself into doing things around town to keep your mind occupied. 

That’s how you’d gotten to know the newcomers to Jackson. There were a few women and teenagers, along with some men. For the most past, they were all kind and wanted to keep out wherever they could. 

One of the duties you least liked was being put in charge of one of the community gardens. You had a green-thumb adjacent at best, and didn’t want to be the only one responsible for any bad vegetables or fruits, so you had recruited Max, one of the newbies, to assist you. If you were going down, he was coming right along with you.

You liked Max, so far. He was around your age, handsome in a tall, dark, and roguish way, with a nice smile and good sense of humor. And, unlike men had done since the dawn of time, he didn’t make you feel uncomfortable. So, you had decided, he was going to be your friend. 

“You’re horrible at this,” Max laughed as you fumbled around with some tomato vines, trying to get the ripe fruit without destroying anything else, “how are you making this so difficult?”

“Shut up,” you groaned but it quickly turned into a laugh as you fell onto your bottom from how you were teetering and crouching. You managed to knock the whole plant down (sorry tomatoes), “oops.”

Max had dropped the small shovel he had been working with, head thrown back as he laughed, “and you’re clumsy on top of it. I’ll remember that for the future.”

You grabbed a small handful of soil and threw it over at him, “bold of you to assume that we’re ever hanging out again after this. You’re bullying me!”

“So dramatic,” he snorted in amusement as he brushed off the dirt and came over to you, offering you his hand to help you to your feet, “come on, I’ll let you bully me in return.”

You took his hand and he gently hoisted you to your feet. You almost stumbled into him, but caught yourself by putting your hands on his shoulders as his found purchase on your waist. You looked at him in surprise and he smiled softly, causing you to relax. He was so close, and pretty, and nice, and you could just lean in and kiss him. Max must have been thinking the same thing because he started to lean in too. A shiver of excitement ran down your spine, until-

“Get your hands off of her,” the two of you jumped apart at the sound of his very angry voice. Your face flushed with warmth, a combination of being caught red-handed and annoyance because you weren’t technically doing anything wrong. Max’s glance shifted over to Joel and then back to you, “now take a step back.”

“What the hell are you doing here?” you hissed at him, “why are you here, Joel?”

“Are you two…?”

“No.”

“Yes.”

At the sound of Joel’s answer your eyes widened in surprise as your jaw almost dropped to the ground. Max held up his hands in a sign of surrender as he started to slowly back away, “hey man, I didn’t know she was your girl.”

“Don’t worry Max,” you offered him an apologetic look, “I didn’t know that either.”

“I gotta go, but I’ll see you around,” he said sheepishly, “bye!”

He almost ran off, leaving the two of you there, the tension so thick. After a moment you turned towards him and shook your head. You weren’t quite sure what to say so you decided to just walk past him, but not before giving him a full glare, “you’re such a dick sometimes. First you shove me away like I’m nothing and now you act like I’m yours. How about I make the final decision? We, you and I, are done. Whatever you want to call it, it’s over. Maybe then you can figure out your own feelings.”

But the man wasn’t about to just let you go. No, that was not his style. 

His fingers wrapped around your wrist and his strong grip kept you from walking away. 

“Stay,” he insisted gruffly, causing you to pout in that way that always made his knees weak. 

“Why? Are you going to apologize?”

He remained silent and you could see that the answer to that was clearly no. You huffed as you pulled your hand out of his and started to walk away. He remained silent as he watched you go. He could have just said everything he wanted to and gotten it all out there but…he’d chickened out. 

“Fuck,” he groaned, “fuck.”

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You didn’t run into Joel again for almost a week. You wondered if it was partly him avoiding you or you just didn’t happen to cross paths. Jackson was only so big; you knew the truth. 

But as your feelings would have it, you really, really missed the man. He’d become such an important and vital part of your life and not having him around felt like you were missing a huge part of your heart.

When you decided that you couldn’t take it anymore, you made a plan to take matters into your own hands. You left your place and made the short trek over to his, knocking on the door loudly. He was home; you could see the light and if he had sort of sense, he would open the door. 

After a few long moments of buzzy anticipation, you heard his familiar footsteps come towards the door. He opened it slowly and his brown eyes widened when he saw that it was you. He was a mixture of confused and happy.

“What are you…?” he didn’t get the opportunity to finish his question, instead watching as you made your way inside, brushing past him and causing sparks to shoot down his spine. 

“Can we just talk?” you were already in the kitchen, leaning against the counter as you looked at him softly. You couldn’t help it; you were a sucker for this man.

“Yes,” he agreed, coming in and mirroring your position on the other side of the counter. You wanted to be made, or at the very least annoyed, but you couldn’t find it in your heart, “I’m sorry for what I said.”

“Which part?” if he thought you were letting him off easily, he was so wrong, “the part where you said we were nothing, or the part where you changed your mind - unilaterally I might add - and decided we were something?”

“Both,” he pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a long sigh, “I was an idiot.”

“Yeah,” you agreed, “you were. What changed your mind?”

“That kid,” you could see the tick in his jaw as he frowned deeply. Ahhh. Yes, you knew exactly what was going on; Joel Miller was jealous. He just wasn’t going to admit it in those terms. 

“His name is Max,” okay, maybe now you were just doing it to get a rouse out of him, “and he’s perfectly nice. He was just helping me.”

“He wanted to do a little more than help,” the man tore his gaze from you and huffed. 

“Joel Miller, you’re jealous,” your smile was practically stretching from ear to ear as you beamed at him, “just admit it! That’s what all this has been about?”

“I’m a grown ass man,” he sounded anything but, “I don’t get jealous.” 

“Okay, so you weren’t jealous just…something incredibly like it?” you asked. He shrugged dismissively in response but gave away no emotions or anything, “huh, that’s interesting.”

“It’s not, no. I’m not the-”

“I get jealous too sometimes,” you admitted sheepishly, hiding your face in your hands, embarrassed to admit it out loud, “when those women practically throw themselves at you. Makes me want to…I don’t know, show them you’re mine.”

“What are you-”

“You’re such a man,” you flopped your head to the side, “those women - and men - love you. You’re sexy, and smart, and lots of other things, but apparently so oblivious. But I guess that doesn’t matter though.”

“What do you mean?” he was leaning closer now and you could smell his familiar scent; it made you want to curl up with him and let him swallow you whole.

“You said we weren’t anything so,” ugh. You wished you didn’t get so emotional over this, “it doesn’t matter what I think or want. I shouldn’t have assumed anything.”

“I lied,” and it was oh so hard for him to admit that, “that day. I was just…mad - not at you. I just thought, when I saw you with all the new people, that you liked them and they were all over you, especially that one kid-”

“Max.”

“Max,” he didn’t like the taste of the name in his mouth, “I just figured you’d want someone like that and not me.”

“You’re a fool,” you shook your head in disbelief, “I’ve never wanted anyone but you.”

“I never…putting labels on things seems trivial,” he whispered, “how can what you mean to me be summed up with one word? I just never thought about it; it never meant you didn’t mean everything to me.”

"I…" you felt a prickling at the back of your eyes that caused you to try and blink it away, "do you mean that?"

"Yes," he reached over, hesitantly at first before settling his hand on your face  brushing your tears away with his thumb, "I mean it. You're very…important to me."

"You're important to me too," you put your hand on top of his and gave it a gentle, tender squeeze, "we don't have to put labels on anything. Just as long as we're on the same page about everything."

"You're mine," he promised and you felt yourself practically glowing. His words made you feel all warm and fuzzy, butterflies fluttering in your tummy. You nodded happily, "I know I'm not great with a lot of things but I do love you. I hope you know that."

"Hmm," you hummed as you closed your eyes contentedly, "I love you, even if you're a stubborn, tough man."

"Enough to accept my apology?" he had his answer already but needed to hear you say it. You rolled your eyes playfully.

"I suppose," you leaned in closer and smiled softly.

"Enough to let me kiss you?"

"Definitely."

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Masamune vs. Ieyasu

Story: Masamune and Ieyasu appeared before Mai after she got injured. Having taken on the role of her bodyguards, they did everything they could to help her rest, but...

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors and inaccuracies.

I was on my way back from a distant trip to deliver the requested kimono.

Guard: "The client seemed very pleased with your work, Lady Mai."

Mai: "Yes. Honestly, I'm relieved."

I pulled on the reins of my horse and chatted with the guard, who was accompanying me when suddenly,

Mai: "Ack!"

A wild rabbit darted out from the bushes right at my feet.

(If I don't move, the horse will step on it!)

I quickly tried to change direction but lost my balance and fell to the ground.

Guard: "Are you okay!?"

Mai: "Kind of."

I forced a smile as the guard rushed over to me, but the ankle I had twisted gradually started to throb.

(I messed up. I think I can still walk, though.)

As I rubbed the sore spot, a shadow suddenly fell over me.

(What?)

I looked up and saw two familiar faces peering down at me.

Masamune: "Mai?"

Ieyasu: "Hey, Mai. What are you doing here?"

Two familiar faces, whom I hadn't expected to meet here, were peering down at me.

Mai: "What about you two? Why are you here?"

I tried to stand up, but—

(Ouch!)

I accidentally put weight on my injured ankle, forcing me to crouch again.

Masamune: "What happened to your foot?"

Mai: "It's nothing much. I just twisted it a little."

Mai: "But why are you two here? Are you guys on a trip or something?"

Ieyasu: "Do you really think we're the kind of people who'd go sightseeing together? We're here for work."

Masamune: "Aw, don’t be so cold, Ieyasu."

Ieyasu: "........."

(He's definitely being cold. Typical Ieyasu.)

As I chuckled at their banter, Masamune suddenly clapped his hands.

Masamune: "Forget about us. Right now, we need to focus on you."

Masamune: "If you're injured, don't push yourself. Stay at a nearby inn for the night."

(What?)

Mai: "But it's not a serious injury."

Ieyasu: "Says the girl who made that pathetic face just trying to stand."

Mai: "That's because I accidentally put weight on my twisted ankle!"

Masamune: "And what if you accidentally make it worse on the way home?"

(I-I can't argue with that!)

While I struggled to find a reason to refuse, Ieyasu whispered something to the guard.

Nodding, the guard bowed to me and left, taking my horse with him.

Mai: "Huh?"

I watched helplessly as the two horses and the guard's figure grew smaller in the distance.

Masamune and Ieyasu stepped in front of me, blocking my view of the retreating figures.

Ieyasu: "We'll take over as your guards from here."

Masamune: "Pretty luxurious, huh? Just give in and stay for the night to rest."

(They're being unusually pushy.)

I couldn't help but feel like there might be some hidden reason behind their behavior.

(But it's not like I can manage on my own right now anyway.)

(For now, I'll just graciously accept their help.)

Mai: "Alright, I'll be in your care!"

As I gathered my things, Ieyasu kneeled to meet my gaze.

Ieyasu: "Alright, let's get moving. So, who do you want to go with?"

(What does he mean by "who"?)

Before I could fully process the situation, Ieyasu took my luggage from my hands without giving me a chance to argue.

Ieyasu: "You twisted your ankle, so you're not going to be able to ride a horse like that."

Masamune: "Exactly. Besides, we don't even have enough horses for all of us."

A teasing smile played at the corner of Masamune's lips.

Masamune: "So, which of us would you like to carry you on horseback? I'll let you choose."

Mai: "Wait, what?"

Ieyasu: "I think we already know how this will turn out. The one not chosen gets to carry the luggage."

(Even Ieyasu is getting into this!?)

Masamune: "Of course, the outcome's obvious."

Masamune: "You know how well I handle horses, don't you, Mai?"

Ieyasu: "The only thing you're used to handling is wild horses."

Ieyasu: "Not exactly the best choice for carrying an injured Mai, right?"

Even under Ieyasu's cold gaze, Masamune maintained his playful smile.

(This feels like it's going to cause trouble no matter who I choose.)

As I hesitated, unable to say anything, Masamune bent down slightly and looked directly into my face.

Masamune: "What's the matter, Mai?"

Mai: "What do you mean, what's the matter? Ah!"

His fingertips lightly brushed my cheek.

Masamune: "If you stay quiet, neither Ieyasu nor I will be satisfied, you know?"

Masamune: "So, who are you going to choose?"

(Ugh.)

The teasing touch of Masamune's fingers made me catch my breath.

Masamune: "Hm?"

He tilted his face slightly and started moving closer.

Mai: "Let's decide with rock-paper-scissors!"

Feeling cornered, I blurted out the idea, causing Masamune and Ieyasu to exchange puzzled glances.

Ieyasu & Masamune: "Rock-paper-scissors?"

(Oh, right. This game doesn't exist in this era yet.)

Mai: "It's a simple hand game to decide the winner."

Masamune: "Interesting."

Relieved that Masamune was no longer closing in on me, I continued explaining, happy to have piqued his interest.

Mai: "This is rock. It represents a stone."

After explaining the rules with hand gestures, they both nodded in understanding.

Masamune: "So, it's like mushi-ken."

Mai: "M-Mushi ken?"

Ieyasu: "It's a similar game, like the rock-paper-scissors you're talking about."

(Wow, I had no idea!)

Surprised, I kept quiet while Ieyasu glanced over at Masamune.

Ieyasu: "Rock-paper-scissors sounds fair enough, doesn't it?"

Masamune: "Yeah. Let's do it."

The sharp, intense looks they exchanged didn't exactly fit the lighthearted hand game.

Masamune & Ieyasu: "Rock-paper-scissors!"

The winner of their first-ever rock-paper-scissors match was—

Ieyasu: "We're almost there."

I was snapped back to reality by Ieyasu's voice close to my ear.

Having won the game, Ieyasu and I were now riding together on his horse, heading towards the inn for the night.

(Masamune said it was nearby, but we've traveled quite a distance.)

Feeling anxious, I glanced up at Ieyasu behind me, meeting his deep, jade-green eyes.

Ieyasu: "What?"

Mai: "Um…"

Ieyasu: "Are you tired?"

He gently brushed the hair from my face.

Ieyasu: "If you are, just say so. It'd be pointless if you got sick."

(Ieyasu.)

His casual concern made my heart flutter softly.

Mai: "Thank you, but I'm fine."

Ieyasu: "That's good to hear."

I noticed a hint of relief in his somewhat blunt words, warming my heart further.

Feeling the gentle warmth of Ieyasu's back made me a bit uneasy.

Before long, we arrived at the inn we were aiming for.

Ieyasu: "Take your time, Mai."

Mai: "Thanks."

As I prepared to dismount with Ieyasu's help, suddenly—

Masamune: "Hold on."

(Whoa!)

Masamune's arm reached out from the side, lifting me up in a bridal carry.

Startled, I clung to him, and he looked down at me with a satisfied smile.

Masamune: "This is better."

(Why does he look so happy?)

His sweet and teasing voice sent a shiver down my spine.

(Being this close feels embarrassing; I really wish he would put me down soon.)

Despite my thoughts, I stayed quiet in Masamune's embrace.

Mai: "M-Masamune?"

Masamune: "Hmm?"

He adjusted his hold on my back and behind my knees, casually starting to walk.

Ieyasu: "Hey, Masamune."

Masamune: "I let you take your turn earlier, so it's my turn now."

Masamune: "Besides, it's the duty of the uninjured to take care of the injured."

(I appreciate the sentiment, but this seems a bit much.)

I glanced at Masamune, and our eyes met.

His clear, blue eyes sparkled with joy.

Masamune: "Of course, it only works if this princess is willing to let me carry her."

Part 1 ╎ Part 2 ╎ Premium ╎ Epilogue

[lafiametta]

hi! i just saw ur post in the anora x igor tag, i hope im not late for the one-word fic prompt 😊 my word : heart-shaped-sunglasses

To clarify, this is set post-Disney World trip ... It's a little angsty, but I hope you still like it!

After three days in Orlando, they drive a few hours south to see her mother in Miami. They won’t be staying long, just enough time to have lunch with her mother and her mother’s boyfriend, then turn around and start driving back. It seems strange—wouldn’t she want to see her mother for longer than an afternoon?—but she says it’s better this way and he doesn’t argue.

In the car, she puts on her playlist and sings aloud to nearly all of it. He smiles because she’s really a terrible singer, but she’s enjoying herself so much that it doesn’t matter. Maybe it was the trip, maybe it’s the warmth of the Florida sun, but she just seems happier, her eyes lighting up a little more easily.

After a little while, she wriggles out of her sandals and puts her feet up on the dashboard, bare legs on full display.

“Watch the road, you fuckin' pervert,” she says, laughing from behind her heart-shaped sunglasses.

Her mother lives in a condo in one of the high-rises off the beach. It's nice, maybe nicer than he would have expected, but as they're going up the elevator she explains that her mother's boyfriend owns it.

“Alan’s retired, but he was in property development or something. I don’t think she even pays any of the utilities.”

The front door opens to a petite, dark-haired woman in yoga pants and a drapey sweater. The resemblance is obvious, even though she’s a couple of decades older, with a deep tan and spidery lines around her eyes and the corners of her mouth.

“Baby!” she screams, and hauls her daughter into her arms. Once she’s done with Ani, she turns to him, looking him up and down before pursing her lips together. “What a big, strong man you’ve brought,” she murmurs in Russian.

They move to the living room, bright with mid-day sun from the balcony doors, while a gray-haired man in a polo shirt and chinos—Alan, he presumes—brings them all glasses of lemonade with far too much ice. He’s obviously not Russian, and Igor suspects they have little in common aside from the two women sitting next to them. Still, he does his best to be polite and attentive, sitting up straight and keeping his hands folded in his lap.

“So, where did you two meet?” Alan asks them, and he can see Ani freeze a little before covering it with a wide smile.

“Oh, just in the neighborhood,” she says. “Igor’s grandmother has lived there a long time and he came over from Russia to help take care of her.”

“And what do you do?” Alan says, turning towards him.

This is a question he should have been prepared for, and yet he has no idea what to say, especially not to this retired American in chinos who probably would not be so happy with having a man who does what Igor does sitting on his couch, drinking his lemonade.

“Igor’s in security,” Ani says, jumping in. “Right, baby?”

He nods. “Private security.”

“You still dancing?” Ani’s mother asks her, and there’s an edge to the words that even he can pick up on.

“You know I am, Ma.”

“It’s just... you know, you could be doing anything. With that face we could have gotten you into modeling or even acting. Not dancing in front of men—”

“Ma,” Ani warns, then pauses to soften her voice. “Can we not do this right now?”

“Okay, fine.” Ani’s mother rises from the couch, then puts her hands on her hips, glancing quickly at Alan. “Should we go eat, then?”

The lunch is good—there’s salmon and a big citrusy salad—and Igor tries to eat slowly, swallowing each bite before taking another. He lets Ani do most of the talking, which is fine except for the fact that he can tell the conversation with her mother is beginning to bother her. Some of the things her mother asks are harmless, questions about the neighborhood or old family friends, but they’re interlaced with more pointed ones, and even with his fairly limited scope of English Igor can pick up on the barbs. He can see Ani react to each one, the veiled criticisms presented as curiosity or just advice—about the upkeep of the house, the clothes she wears, the hours she keeps, the friends she sees. Ani’s trying to stay calm—he can see the way she's gnawing at her bottom lip—but there’s a defensiveness to her responses.

He doesn’t really know what to do—maybe there isn’t anything to do, and this is just the way things are between them—but it’s hard watching her be picked at, not when she’s done nothing to deserve it.

They’re almost done eating when he feels the vibration of his phone against his leg. He had set it to Do Not Disturb, with the exception of a single number—a neighbor who he asked to check in on his grandmother while he was gone—and so he excuses himself to take the call. It turns out to be nothing serious, just a question about where he put the pills he picked up for her at the pharmacy last week, but as he comes back through the hallway, he can hear Ani’s mother speaking in Russian, her voice hushed.

“—can’t help it if he looks like a hoodlum. Did you dance for him too? Is that where you found him?”

It turns quiet as he steps into the dining room and slips back into his seat. He’s sure they’re wondering how much of that he heard and he thinks maybe he should say something to clear the air. But it’s Ani that speaks first.

“You know, Ma, you always want to know why I don’t come visit. This is why. I haven’t seen you in nearly two years and you pull this shit—”

“—Anora.”

“No, I’m done. We’re fuckin’ done.” She stands up, throwing her napkin onto table. “Sorry, Alan.”

They don’t say anything as they ride the elevator back down. She’s clearly upset, her eyes wet even as she keeps her face tight and expressionless. They’re still inside the building, but she takes the heart-shaped sunglasses from her purse and slides them on, the dark lenses another mask to hide behind. Maybe she’s started crying; it’s hard to tell.

It hurts to see her like this, wounded by a person whose only job was to make her feel safe and wanted. They had spent the last three days being happy, and now it seemed tarnished, like something impossibly hard to get back.

They’re almost to the ground floor, but that doesn’t stop him from turning towards her and slipping his arms over her shoulders. There’s a breath and then she’s leaning in, hands curling around his waist. Her head is tucked under his chin and for a second they simply stand there, hearing nothing but the electronic chime of the elevator as it whisks them down and closer to being gone from this place.

“It’s okay,” he says, and hopes, at least for this moment, that it is.

[send me a one-word Anora x Igor prompt]

[epicbuddieficrecs]

Weekly Recap | November 6th-12th 2023

Still struggling with putting these out on Mondays! (Also, I don't know if you've realized this by now, but when I discover an author, I sometimes go wild on their ao3 page so.... yep that's a thing that happened 😆 )

Complete

Got Weird by Daisies_and_Briars (Getting Together, Post-S6 | 10K | Explicit): Shortly after Buck and Natalia break up, Eddie gets tipsy and makes a rather forward move. Then immediately panics (not that Eddie panics, of course) and backpedals. Eddie spirals, Buck is confused. Lots of spontaneous kissing ensues.

next to your heartbeat (where i should be) by lecornergirl/ @clusterbuck (Getting Together | 2K | Teen): “You always look at Buck like that.” Eddie swallows. “Like what?” “The same way you look at me,” Christopher says and flips to the next photo like it’s nothing. 

you showed up just in time by lecornergirl/ @clusterbuck (Post S5E6: Brawl In Cell Block 9-1-1 | 1,4K | General): can i come over, typed out quickly and sent before he has time to overthink it. Eddie texts back almost immediately. No. A key turns in his door and Eddie walks in, Christopher in tow.

calling out for somebody to hold tonight by lecornergirl/ @clusterbuck (Eddie Coming Out | 3K | Teen): “Everything okay?” the bartender asks.  “I’m in love with my best friend,” Eddie admits, just for the novelty of saying it out loud. The bartender winces in sympathy. “And you don’t think—” “Oh, never,” Eddie says, with a laugh that sounds hollow even to his own ears. “Can I get another tequila?”

never know what you might find (when dreams come true) by lecornergirl/ @clusterbuck (Getting Together | 5K | Explicit): “Fuck, it’s so stupid,” Eddie says. “It’s embarrassing. I mean, I had one dream about the guy—okay, two dreams, whatever—and now I’m, fucking, tripping over my own feet and knocking things over, and like, my pulse is racing and my mouth goes all dry and—” “And you’re sure you’re not attracted to him?” Frank asks. 

(yesterday my life was duller) now everything is technicolour by lecornergirl/ @clusterbuck (Established Buddie | 1,4K | General): "Eddie," he says. "I love you, but did you really have to make your move five minutes before we started a twenty-four-hour shift?" "Sorry," Eddie says. "Next time, I'll make sure to plan my spontaneous, blurted-out love confession a little better."

cuffing season by lecornergirl/ @clusterbuck (Getting Together | 6K | Explicit): “Hen and Chimney think we won’t be able to make it twenty-four hours handcuffed together,” Eddie says. “Oh, we so could,” Buck says.

all for one and one for always by lecornergirl/ @clusterbuck (Getting Together | 1,8K | General): "Why am I here, anyway?" Buck asks, looking around at all of the parents and teachers milling around the foyer of Christoper's school. "I mean, you know I don't mind, but you made it sound really—" He's interrupted by the sound of a woman's voice, somewhere on Eddie's other side. "Mr Diaz, there you are! And this must be the husband." Buck whirls to look at Eddie, because—if Eddie has a husband, this is the first he's hearing of it. 

maybe even true by withoutthetiger/ @rewritetheending (Getting Together, Season 4 | 2K | Explicit): An argument between Buck and Eddie turns into something more. 

I Could Never Forget You, Not Really by browney3dgirl6/ @hoodie-buck (Amnesia | 3K | General): An accident at work leaves Buck injured, and when he comes to, he doesn't remember anyone, at least, not until his best friend walks in.

the one where they met because of chris by browney3dgirl6/ @hoodie-buck (Different First Meeting AU | 10K | General): the one where Chris meets Buck first, inevitably bringing his two dads together.

You Could Be The One I Keep by browney3dgirl6 / @hoodie-buck (Didn't Know They Were Dating | 6K | Teen): The one where Eddie thinks they're in a relationship, Buck oblivious to the entire thing.

if I asked you to stay, would you? by browney3dgirl6/ @hoodie-buck (Different First Meeting, Tsunami | 6K | Teen): “Sir, are you ok? Can you tell me your name?” What was with the formalities? “Buck. Evan Buckley of the 118. And uh, I’m fine.” Buck gestured to the air around him, sighing aloud, as he gave the guy a smug wink. “Just a little wet is all.”

I want to love you (but I don't know how) by browney3dgirl6/ @hoodie-buck (Post S5E10: Wrapped In Red | 11K | Explicit): Buck buys him and Eddie touch bracelets, not wanting either of them to feel disconnected after Eddie leaves. They help, but the real thing is still better.

Out Of Order, Still In Line by callmenewbie/ @callmenewbie (S6E07: Cursed, PWP | 6K | Explicit): When Buck finally gets to the Clinic, the long awaited release doesn’t seem to come; cue Eddie to the rescue.

baby, how'd we end up here? by withmeornotatall (Safe Haven Baby | 15K | Teen): the safe haven baby fic where buck falls in love and eddie asks him out on a date - not necessarily in that order

the fool and the lover by withmeornotatall (S6, Getting Together | 5K | Teen):  buck breaks down, eddie is there, and psychics are real actually

You're making my head hurt. by wikiangela/ @wikiangela (Getting Together | 1K | Not Rated): Eddie's really tired and accidentally confesses his love for Buck.

You love this, don't you? by wikiangela/ @wikiangela (Getting Together | 3K | Mature): Clipboard Buck makes a reappearance, and Eddie's forced to confront his feelings.

All I need is to call you home by wikiangela/ @wikiangela (Post S5E6: Brawl In Cell Block 9-1-1 | 2K | General): After being held hostage and threatened, Buck can't stop worrying about Eddie and Chris. And so he finds himself in front of Eddie's house at three in the morning.

I could get lost in the feelings (just say that you belong to me) by wikiangela/ @wikiangela (PWP, Getting Together | 15K | Explicit): Or, Buck's going on a date, Eddie's so jealous he finally snaps and reveals his feelings, which leads to a passionate evening in Buck's kitchen.

me and you only equals love by wikiangela/ @wikiangela (Post-Poker Date | 6K | Explicit): Eddie is horny and in love, and after the poker date, he finally kisses Buck - and things unfold from there.

I'd marry you with paper rings by wikiangela/ @wikiangela (Marriage Proposal | 3K | General): “If we’re not married by the time we’re, like, forty, we should just marry each other.” he chuckles, and downs the rest of his beer. And Eddie… Eddie knows it’s a joke. Obviously. It can’t be anything but. But still, it does something to him. “Why wait? Let’s just do it now and get it over with.”

There’s no way that it’s not going there (with the way that we’re looking at each other) by wikiangela/ @wikiangela (Getting Together | 6K | Not Rated): 5 times people wrongly assume Buck and Eddie are together + 1 time it's actually true.

I can't love you any more (than I do now) by wikiangela/ @wikiangela (Getting Together | 2K | General): Eddie's pretty sure he and Buck are dating and kind of living together. Neither acknowledges it, until Eddie finally does.

i'd swim to your call on my phone by heartbeatdiaz / @loserdiaz (Canon Divergent, Dad Buck, Dispatcher Eddie | 8K | Teen): Buck's daughter keeps calling 9-1-1 for help with her homework, Eddie is smitten and apparently 9-1-1 works better than Tinder.

i have dreams where i kiss you and it’s pink by fleetinghearts/ @shitouttabuck (Getting Together | 6K | Teen): or, jee-yun buckley-han's third birthday party is in dire need of some fairy tale magic and buck's attempt to save the day might just be the thing that finally kills eddie

his hand in the dark by hattalove/ @hattalove (Getting Together | 5K | Teen): in which eddie has a beer, dances with a stranger, and does some borderline indecent things in the street with the love of his life.

WIP

in my head by yourcatfishfriend/ @your-catfish-friend (Friends With Benefits | 5/8 | 17K | Explicit): Buck is confidently bisexual. Eddie isn't sure. Buck helps him figure it out.

🔥 Things We're All Too Young to Know by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon, S1 through S6 | 98/? | 257K | Mature): This is a love story. Even if it doesn’t always look like it. Even if it doesn’t always feel like it. A look back on Eddie and Buck's lives up to now, and what led them to each other, interpreted from the current 9-1-1 canon.

Re-Read

please? (can't say no) by withmeornotatall (S5, Getting Together | 5K | Teen): chris eavesdrops and misunderstands, buck mediates and overthinks, eddie tries desperately to communicate even as he's foiled at every turn

not all of us are heroes (not all of us are brave) by withmeornotatall (Post-S6 | 6K | General): buck and natalia break up, eddie decides to introduce his girlfriend to his son, christopher knows way too much, and the 118's wine night has never been quite so eventful

I Haven't Found A Better Title For This Than "Read This In The Six Months Before I Made This Blog And It Somehow Made Its Way To My History Now So I'm Reccing It Post-Facto"

🔥 the light's been out though, baby by hattalove/ @hattalove (Post S5E6: Brawl In Cell Block 9-1-1 | 15K | Mature): or, six months after the near-fatal shooting of a member of the LAFD, footage of the incident surfaces on social media.

everything's coming up milhouse by hammersmiths/ @henswilsons (Post-S5E10: Wrapped In Red, LAFD Liaison Eddie | 4K | Teen): or, Eddie mans the LAFD Twitter account. Buck tries to be supportive. (Part 1 of Mr LAFD Updates Man)

in you, darling, i trust by hammersmiths (LAFD Liaison Eddie 10K | Teen): or, five times someone recognises Eddie as the LAFD Updates man. (Part 2 of Mr LAFD Updates Man)

[trickphotography2]

more darlin'/jake head canons? pls?

Oooh, okay - here are a few that popped into mind:

The McDonalds anniversary tradition is sacred. Jake fought having it as their dating and wedding anniversary because he wanted to make it special, but Darlin' dragged her feet. Eventually, they stop celebrating their first date with McDonalds and let it be their wedding anniversary tradition. If they're apart for their wedding anniversary, the first meal they're having back together is McDonalds. As the Seresin kiddos get older, they remind their parents about the tradition, and as teens roll their eyes as Darlin' tells the story of why they get the fast food, while Jake interjects with jokes. (He loves telling his coworkers he's taking his wife on a hot date for their anniversary, and seeing their faces fall when they find out where [an actual thing my dad loves doing on their anniversary for this exact tradition]). Like Darlin' predicted while driving to the hotel after their backyard wedding reception, the kids and grandkids love the tradition as well. Every year, Jake and Darlin' get pictures of McDonalds bags and their family on their anniversary.

Contract negotiations happen every year on their dating anniversary. Jake finally managed to get Darlin' to give him one anniversary to spoil her on by agreeing to drop his annual offer to redo their wedding so she could have a big ceremony. (Darlin' never wanted it to begin with, and it gave him an excuse to show his wife just how much he appreciated her every year instead of with one big event. His favorite was a weeklong trip to Thailand when Darlin's parents flew in for a month long visit when they were stationed in Japan. The grandparents got to hang out with the kiddos, while Jake and Darlin' got to explore and reconnect as a couple instead of being parents.) Negotiations are meant to be fun, but are also a time where they have serious discussions about their family and future. It's where Jake first brings up the idea of retiring from the Navy after hitting his 20 years. With his military pension secured and only 43-years-old, he could get a job as a civilian and be with his loved ones all the time. Discussions start that night, and Jake eventually decided not to drop his papers but to start looking at transitioning to a desk job that won't require as much travel. As much as he hates the idea of hanging up his helmet, he wants to be around his family more.

The Seresin kids know Javy as Uncle Coyote. The other Daggers are known by their call sign.

Both Darlin' and Jake end up going back to school. It takes some convincing for Darlin' to agree to it, but after one too many drinks one night, Jake got her talking about college. He saw how her eyes lit up talking her engineering classes. But when he tried to talk to her about it later, she brushed him off and said she was happy with her choice to switch to English, and there was no reason for her to back to school when she was busy with work and raising their family. He pushed harder when he brought a copy of the F-18 NATOPS home and caught her reading through the section on the fuel systems. Pulling in the big guns, Jake called his in-laws who joined his gentle pressure campaign. It took a review of their finances, assurance that Jake could support the family on his salary, and a conversation about using his GI Bill for her education rather than the kids for her to finally agree. In the end, Darlin' agreed to put in her notice at work and focus on being a full time student. It's an adjustment, juggling school with being a mom, and being the oldest person in class while trying to remember material she hadn't seen in over a decade, but thankfully she was able to complete the program in a year and a half. After graduating with her second Bachelor's, she went back into federal service, but was able to advance and get a higher paying job. Jake was just as reluctant to go back to school, but Darlin' turned his own words against him after he complained about feeling too old to be in the cockpit one too many times. If he wanted to advance up the chain of command, having a graduate degree would help. Eventually, after Mav got him in touch with a couple admirals who were happy to give him advice, he enrolled in the Naval Postgraduate School online program in the Master's in Warfare Operations (fully funded). It took almost two years to finish the program, and Darlin' loved seeing Jake doing his homework at the kitchen table with the kids finishing their schoolwork at the same time. They both had fun helping the other study, using certain motivational techniques...

[darlingsfandom]

You admitting your feels drunk at a party to both of your bffs Steve and Eddie

gif credit: @his-name-is-ed

loud music, free alcohol and bodies upon bodies was not your idea of a good time but since Steve and Eddie invited you to the party you couldn't say no. They're you're best friends so how could you say no?

You stood in the corner of the room watching people dance, sit, drink and one guy trip over his own two feet, surprisingly enough it wasn't eddie for once. You were out of your element but again you were trying to break out of that comfort and support you friends even if you weren't sure why this counts as support.

"Hey.. pretty... laaady!" A drunk man stumbled up to you swishing the liquid around in his red solo cup. You stood up straight as he lingered in your face. Luckily you could see Steve leaning against the stair case talking to. It was as if Steve could read your mind because next thing you knew Steve was behind the guy tapping his shoulder.

"My I ask why you're bothering her?" Steve puffed up his chest as little while tilting his head to the side.

"Why?? She your girl or something?? " the guy gave you a toothy smile and a poor excuse for a wink making you twist your face in disgust.

"Exactly she is!" You weren't but you'd take it if it meant getting away from the drunken loser. Steve grabbed your hand and lead you away from him towards Eddie. Steve held your hand tightly before wrapping his hands around your waist to make it look like you were a couple since the dunk loser was still watching. Normally you weren't one for drinking , but you grabbed Eddie's beer from his hand causing him to pout before he watched you chug the rest of it down in less than ten seconds. "Damn! That's my babe!" Eddie was proud as he pinched your cheeks before walking away to get another beer. Steve helped you sit down on the staircase before sitting down next to you.

Eddie showed up with two beers and a wine cooler. He gave you the beer and Steve the cooler. You once again chugged half the bottle. "Sweetheart what's going on with you? You don't normally drink." Eddie furrowed his eyebrows together before sitting on the step below you and Steve. You finished up your bottle before wiping your lips with the back of your hand.

"I... I'm not sure how to put this..." you sighed before leaning into Steve' with a small pout on your lips. "I have feelings and lots of them!" You hiccuped with tears on the edge of your eyes. "And they're very strong but okay I ... like like the both of you!" You blurted out before Steve and Eddie started to chuckle. "Hey!! Don't , don't make ... don't laugh!" You pouted before swatting both of them in the chest.

"We're not laughing at you baby, it's just... we both had a feeling." Eddie tipped his bottle at you before he finished it off.

"Eddie's right, the way you watch us all the time, the way your cheeks turn pink when we make something sexual remark about you, the way you get sad when we're not with you all the time. The way you look at us with innocent eyes. Basically anything you do for us, but you know..." Steve leaned in closer. "You're not very quiet and we can hear what you're doing at night to yourself crying our names." Your jaw dropped as your cheeks turned that pretty shade of pink that Steve just mentioned.

"But don't worry pretty baby, we like like you too!" Eddie rubbed your knee slowly before sitting up on one knee and looked at Steve before they smiled at each other, then you and leaned in to kiss each cheek at the same time.

[bratty-telepath]

Don't Hold Your Breath

What's this? Laveau wrote a fic again and forgot to talk about it? Yes, he in fact did. Here's a DAMN polycule fic with a focus on Lasko as he goes out with the group on a roller-skating date. This focused on a time before Lasko got his listener and FL is named "Fern". Enjoy this snippet!

Lasko hesitated a moment, about to cast a feigned smile their way before they cut him off with a genuine twist of their brow, not the kind they gave Gavin to deliver a silently sarcastic 'really?', or the kind they gave Damien when they were quietly telling him to chill, not even the one that Huxely got when they wanted the names of anyone who was slightly mean to him. Nope. None of those. It was the one that felt like a quiet whisper in the wind–something that Lasko appreciated the most, because it was never loud or overwhelming, it just was, and the look in particular held a simple kindness that promised only safety. "I just–I don't want to embarrass you guys." He admitted, focusing his attention on their warm, honey-coloured eyes as he let himself unwind. "I know, I know that you said that it was ok if I didn't know how to skate and that you'd teach me but I don't want to trip and make myself look bad in front of you guys–and I know that it's silly to feel like that because of course I might trip up and fall while I'm out there since I'm new to this but I really just want to look good for you guys like Huxely because he's new to all of this and he was nervous but even he's calmer about all of this than I am and he's having fun and I didn't want to ruin it for you guys either by being a mess–but here you are now, looking after me–" A kiss cuts him off and Lasko immediately feels like he's melting under their touch as they hold him together all at once with just their lips. The contact isn't rushed or dizzying but instead it's soft and thoughtful as Fern takes their time being there with him in the moment. They break the kiss and peck his cheek. "You're not going to embarrass us. We're here to have fun and if you're not having fun here, we can go somewhere else too." Lasko nods. "Thanks, but I do want to be here. With all of you." "Cool." With some careful movement of their hand, the freelancer his palm into holding their own. "Do you want me to help?" He nods again and they smile softly before easing over and whisking hold of his other hand. "First, ground yourself by widening your stance, then bending your legs." He does as told(somewhat clumsily if he was honest) and is awarded with a kiss to the forehead. "Good boy."  His heart nearly leaps out of his chest after that but he manages to keep his head on enough to keep paying attention. "I'm going to push off now. Just stay like that and don't try to rush into standing yet, I'll move us. You just keep your balance, okay?" "R–right."  Lasko takes a deep breath following afterwards and just as said, he starts to feel the wheels on his skates move as he stays within form. "You're doing good, just feel yourself moving. You don't have to do anything, I've got you." Lasko looks back to measure the distance between the couple and the barrier before their words call him back.  "Hey, focus on me, sweetness. I've got you."  His eyes are on them again and right then, the air elemental swears that an angel has graced him with their company. He hadn't noticed it much before but now that they were closer, Lasko could see just how seamlessly Fern moves. Even as they skate, their feet seem to move with somewhat of an effortlessness that makes Lasko feel like they're flying as they pull him along. Their hands shift closer on his body, never breaking contact but pulling him closer until they've gotten him fully on his feet and pressed right against them. "You okay?" "So–so good. I'm okay, very okay." They giggle. "Good. Now, just push yourself forward with your feet. "

Wanna read more? Check it out here!

[tia-amorosa]

Sunset Died - Michael & Peter

Trip for two (Part 3)

Cutting down trees is often a great way to vent frustration. This is how Michael copes with his grief over his parents. He thinks about the past and also about the future… Perhaps Peter will be a good partner for him… But first he would like to get to know everything new even better.

Michael came back with a big load of firewood. "Oh crap, now I've dropped something…" / "Don't move, otherwise you'll really fall on your face and I'll have to take you home before our trip has really started" / "Oh man, thanks, I shouldn't have carried so much…".

The boys found the odd tree stump in the area. Witnesses to the time when people gathered wood to rebuild their houses. "Xander probably thinks I'll make a fire with a piece of wood and a branch, zz"/ "I still had the lighter from my dad"/ "yeah, it's much easier.". A old blanket was placed in front of the tent so that they wouldn't walk in with dirty feet.

When the work was done, they sat down together around the campfire. Michael looked into the flames for a few minutes while Peter watched him. At some point, Michael noticed and gave him a smile. "Thanks…"/ "For what?"/ "That you're doing this with me… I don't think Ethan felt like doing it, he's rather be at home all the time helping his mother with organizational things". Peter poked at the firewood for a moment and smiled back. "I promised you."

"I hope you didn't just come here out of pity for me…"/ "Bullshit, Micha, I'm here because I want to be here, okay? Man, our house is gone and we more or less live in a bunker with only one room above it, where we spend most of our time, at least when we're at home… And it's really boring…"/ "I can imagine. I'd rather have my own room again too".

"Wouldn't you have the space for it upstairs?"/ "No, not really. It couldn't be rebuilt according to the original floor plan. You had to rebuild everything provisionally… But one day… I want to build my own house. It doesn't have to be huge, but… I want to be able to say I've done it, it's mine"/ "I can understand that."

"I think I'll do it that way too" / "well, we could… do it together". Michael didn't look at him, but had his eyes fixed on the flames again. It was almost as if he was afraid of the answer. "O.k., why not"/ "yes? I mean… O.k…."/ "hnhn. School's about to start again here, what do you think about it?"

Michael shrugged his shoulders. "In principle, a good thing… At least for the younger ones…"/ "hehe, you quickly get used to not having any more lessons, don't you? But hey, at least it gives us a chance to graduate after all"/ "and who's going to teach us for the last year?"/ "Rumor has it that it's either Mrs. Landgraab or her husband"/ "fff, no thanks, neither one, they're not good teachers"

"No, that's true. And if you could choose, who would teach us?". Michael shrugged his shoulders again. " I don't care, I can actually do without a certificate. .There is no one left who could be proud of me…."/ "hey, that's not true.". Michael looked down sadly for a moment, because now he was thinking about his mother again, who would probably have been bursting with pride if her son had come home with a good certificate. He shook himself a little and rubbed his arms…. "Are you cold?"/ "A little…".

Peter went to his backpack and took out the warm jackets. These were also both his, so he could confidently hand over the second one. "It's a bit lined, I hope you get warm quickly"/ "hnhn, you look after me like I'm a child"/ "is that what you think? Hey, I just want you to be okay, ok?". Michael sighed a little as he looked at him "h-hh, I know… thanks"/ "didn't you want to catch a rabbit?"/ "Tomorrow morning, not today".

"Besides, what do you mean you wouldn't make anyone proud? I think it would be great if the two of us could at least hold something like a certificate in our hands. Then we could leave here and start again somewhere else"/ "would you really leave with me? You know I won't leave my sister alone"/ "then we'll wait until she's 18, OK?"/ "hnhn… OK. But now I'm hungry". Peter grinned and hugged him tightly again. Gradually, Michael got used to these loving touches, they made him feel safe.

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End of this Part

@greenplumbboblover🌞

[mamamittens]

Now it's the Bois turn to be sad beans

I'm starting with Izou first, because he deserves it.

I don't care to look up if Izou knows exactly what happened to Oden or if he was dead before the Wano arc, so for this, assume he knows Oden died, not how or when exactly, and has Feelings about it.

It's the anniversary of Oden leaving Whitebeard's crew.

The anniversary of Izou officially joining Whitebeard and allowing his Liege to leave for their homeland after being a loyal vassal for so long.

It is the yearly anniversary of Izou getting shit faced in his office. A temporary indulgence as he drunkenly wonders what life would be like if he convinced Oden to stay. If he followed. If. If. If anything and everything.

Anything but letting him leave and die in Wano.

No one disturbs Izou. Not today.

Tomorrow, Izou will be put together, if a little hung over, just as he was the day before. As sharp tongued, witty, and collected as ever.

But today?

Today he drinks and drinks until the heat in his cheeks masks the hot tears. Thatch would likely gently cajole him into eating something light before sitting in the bath with him before going to bed. But most of the day, Thatch leaves him to his grief. Partly because his own duties still require attention and partly because he doesn't wish his presence to force Izou to pull it together.

They're peers, as much as they are lovers. Together, they're strong enough to take on the world.

But right now? On today of all days?

Izou wants to fall apart before dragging himself back together piece by piece with bloody fingers dripping with cheap booze. This goes beyond being vulnerable and open, this is a gaping wound Izou can't help but slice open year after year.

The world was so beautiful, back when Oden was his boastful, stubborn, idiotic Lord. They were all so happy. But Oden had to grow up. Mature. And go back home to better Wano--only to die there without Izou.

And the others... The kids.

Izou tossed aside an empty bottle and reached for the next, nearly stumbling out of his chair as soft knocking echoed in the stifling silence.

"What!?" He snarled, voice cracking and oozing malice.

"...'Zo?" Nikia's voice was hesitant and soft. A gentle request of concern that stabbed and gut Izou in two.

"Ki, sweetheart--please. I am fine. L-Leave me to it, dear." Izou called out thickly, the venom pooling out at his feet with shame.

Despite her quiet presence, Izou could feel the gentle resolve grow. Hesitant but...

Even half blitzed, Izou could feel her concern. Almost hear her soft shuffling as she searched for the right words.

"I... I don't think I should, honey. It's okay if you don't want to talk but... I don't think you should be alone either." Nikia responded finally.

Izou did not want her to see him like this.

Disheveled. Lipstick smeared and worn away on the lips of empty booze bottles. Eyes swollen and red. Any charm exchanged for the appeal of a miserable, pathetic, wet thing in silk too expensive to be stained with such cheap sake.

"It's okay. You can go."

"N-No it's not. I... You... I just..." Her voice stammered through the door with difficulty, stabbing his heart as she clearly struggled to find the right words.

But there wasn't any to be had here.

Just a miserable old bastard drowning out his regrets.

"I'm here." Nikia finally let slip, making Izou freeze. "If you really want to be alone, that's okay. I won't force you. But... It's okay. You don't even need to ask, I'll be here if you--if you want me."

It wasn't conscious.

His feet tripping over themselves as he made it halfway to the door before realizing what he was doing.

Halting as he berated himself for being so hung up on her that he was ready to force his miserable self into her open arms for just a chance. A single, fucking chance to be in them, even if he was an absolute mess when he did it.

But then he heard shuffling outside the door and moved with a stab of ice in his chest.

Door yanked open before he could think better of it.

Nikia stood. Frozen, hands clenched to her chest fretfully as her wings shifted in discomfort. Wide, impossible blue eyes pale like the distant horizon after a storm looking up at him with beads of tears in her lashes.

Blue curls dancing around her ears as she gazed up at him.

Hopeful and too sweet to endure. All that sugar melting into a soothing honey as she visibly wilted.

"Oh, Izou, baby." She sighed, hesitantly reaching out to him like he would shatter if her gentle fingertips so much as brushed his skin.

Without a word, he grasped her hand and pulled her into his office, closing the door behind her.

She pulled him into her arms so tenderly, grasp barely a suggestion. Freely allowing him to pull away with even a fraction of effort. But he allowed it greedily.

Buried his face into her chest as he sank to his knees. Collapsing and bringing her with him, nearly pinning her to the door as she rubbed his shoulders and brushed back his messy hair. Kissing and whispering to him reassurances.

"It's okay. You can let it hurt for as long as you want. I'm right here with you, 'Zo. Whatever you need. Let everything else wait until you're ready. Nothing matters more to me than you right now." Nikia whispered, her wings curling around him like a heavy blanket.

He shuddered. Lungs seizing.

And for the first time in a long time, Izou fell apart.

Really fell apart.

Not in bloody, drunken pieces, but almost... Drifting. Like the sea was carrying parts of him away under the gentle shade of angelic wings. Washing away his sorrows even as he let them be.

He had wept in Thatch's arms when he first heard the news, of course. His first, real moment of vulnerability. As both a lover and a Whitebeard pirate. And then he dragged himself back together because he felt as though he had to.

Life at sea waits for no one. Least of all a pirate.

And he had to prove it was worth something--staying behind. That it wasn't weakness that cast him out. That that weakness wasn't a liability.

It was strange now. To fall apart to unapologetically in Nikia's arms when, usually, Izou is the rock to Thatch's unending passion. Pragmatic and ruthless in a way Thatch hesitates to be in fear of missing an opportunity to do right.

She wasn't really a pillar of strength between the three of them. An inspiration to be kind and patient and perhaps more conscientious, but not really strong. Maybe even protective and possessive even.

But Nikia was soft like the snowfall she called home. Shy and uncertain more often than not. But endlessly caring and sweet when allowed to be.

Falling apart now felt less like admitting to severe weakness and more like... Finally breathing in all his sorrow for the first time. Letting it drown him, knowing there was a gentle embrace keeping him close to the shallows.

He can wallow here without worry.

Safe and embraced with soft curves and feathers.

No one but her to see him like this.

And he stayed there, long after he finished sobbing, until Thatch came to get him to eat. Shocked to see Nikia, who quietly shushed him.

"If you don't make space for grief, grief will find space on its own terms." She whispered, kissing Izou's brow as he sleepily nuzzled into her shoulder.

"...alright. Lets have a sleep over then." Thatch acquiesced easily, eyes fond and soft for the both of them.

Izou ended up in the middle, head still resting on Nikia's chest as he drifted off.

"Lucky bastard..." Thatch huffed in amusement, cuddling up behind Izou as Nikia slept. Arms still locked around him.

(Thatch will have to wait till tomorrow cause I'm EEPY AS FUCK)

[literally-inlove]

★ Perfect Date

Ruggie Bucchi x GN!Reader

Reader will be referred to as MC.

Genre: Fluff oneshot

Summary: Ruggie and MC are cleaning Leona's room together, and yet still count it as a "date".

WARNING// I didn't proof read this. That's the only warning.

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"I don't ask for much! The least he could do is say thank you!" Ruggie had a little melt down as both him and his s/o, MC, cleaned Leona's room.

MC folded the housewarden's clothes whereas the heyena boy sweeped the floor below. Dust flew everywhere as the bristles of the broom brushed across the ground. "Honestly. This place is a mess! Filthy!!"

"Perhaps he purposely makes it messy to spite you?" "He better not be doing that because I swear...."

The human chuckled softly at their boyfriend's reaction at the adult man. They watched as his ear flicked at the dust touching it. "I feel like I may end up graduating before him at this rate. He's 20 years old and still in high school!"

Leona wasn't the best housewarden, but he definitely isn't the worst.... A lot of the students at NRC consider Riddle to be the worst with his strict and mean attitude.

"You're so sweet, Ruggie...." "I am?" "Mhm. You'll make the perfect husband one day."

MC turned to see the sophomore's ears straightened and his tail wagging. His tanned light-skin face was flushed with a soft red. The teen looked down at his feet and poured while saying, "Yeah.... Well.... I'm sure you'll make a wonderful spouse as well...." "Really? How so?"

Ruggie stopped sweeping for a moment to think. He sucked at his teeth to look up at his head, almost like he was trying to talk to his brain. "Well you're a good listener. You're sweet, caring, and you've saved all our butts maybe once or twice. You're someone to look up to and I really like that.."

It was MC's turn to blush now, stopping what they were doing to look at their boyfriend with wide eyes. When Ruggie saw their reaction to his words, he gave a toothy grin. "That's in my eyes at least. You're just... Perfect...." He went back to "his" chore, almost acting as if that didn't happen.

They finally finished cleaning Leona's room, knowing it'll be messy again in less than a week. MC sighed before stretching their arms. "Well this date was half decent."

"Date?! You considered this a date?" Ruggie flinched at MC's words, turning to look at them. They had that soft smile that he was so familiar with. It felt like he was falling in love again.

With a close-eyed smile, MC said, "Well of course. Anywhere by your side I'd consider a date. Whether that's at school or doing work around the dorm. I just need you next to me."

Ruggie didn't know what to say.

He will admit, their first official meeting wasn't the greatest. They caught him in the act of ruining the Magift Tournament and they were instant enemies. Back then, he would've never have seen himself end up dating the person that once hated him.

Well.... MC didn't hate him. Just was more disappointed in his actions. But they're all fine now.

Once again, his tail started wagging. He couldn't help but leap into his s/o's arms with joy at their words. They laughed for a moment, only to have the moment ruined by a gruff voice saying, "Move it, lovebirds..."

They both separated to step aside and out of the way for the tall man to walk past. Leona then flopped on his bed and immediately got comfortable. MC grabbed Ruggie's hand and pulled him away with a goofy grin on their face.

The boy tripped over his own feet for a moment out of surprise, but picked himself up and walked at the same pace as them. "Let's get some donuts for you. Okay, Ruggie?" They turned back to show another smile of their's to their boyfriend. Both teens gripped on to each other's hands tighter almost afraid that the other was going to let go.

Yeah. It didn't matter where they were in that twisted wonderland.... They needed each other. That was something both of them knew for a fact.

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I rise again from the dead to bring this wonderful Ruggie x Reader, requested by my good friend. Yes. It's fluffy. I hope it is to your liking, my friend.

Yes. This was a request from my friend. I will only be taking requests from my friends, I'm sorry. It's only to calm myself down. Thank you.

I may end up dying again. Who knows.

@ruggies-donut

[under-sedationnn]

the arcana: main six reacting to injured! reader

anonymous: Could u do m6 reacting to mc coming home injured? I want some hurt/comfort >:))

Warnings: talk of being injured, blood. if that bothers you or tiggers you in anyway, please scroll away! i want this to be a safe place, only :)

thanks for the request anon!! i hope you enjoy!! <3 requests for the kissing prompts and physical affection prompts are STILL OPEN. please send them in with the character of your choice (which could be any character from any series i write for) and i will create an imagine!! thanks and happy reading!!

- tries his very very best to stay calm

- you can see panic bubbling under the surface

- faust is on high alert

- slithers around your shoulders and squeezes you for a hug

- "friend! hurt!"

- doesn't immediately ask what happened, just gets you to a comfortable place to be cleaned up

- then, and only then, will he brave to ask what happened to you

- or who did this to you

- wipes the blood from your skin with very gentle swipes

- winces when you wince, and apologizes profoundly

- "Y/n, how did this happen? i thought you were just taking a quick trip to the market."

- "i fell in the market, tripped over a stone"

- "and nobody helped you?"

- in this case he's disappointed with the bystanders, but does not become angry

- in a situation where someone hurt you?

- oh god

- "Y/n, how did this happen? i thought you were just taking a quick trip to the market."

- "yeah, well, somebody had their eye on the same apple i picked up. somehow, though, they managed to push me to the ground and steal it from my hands."

- i don't even think he would know what to say

- and asra is not really the type to march out into the streets of vesuvia and seek to challenge the one who hurt you

- but he would certainly hold a grudge against whoever it was if he did find out

- and would feel absolutely awful about letting you get hurt

- his mind would race about the possibility of losing you again

- because he simply can't handle it

- and what if that person had been particularly violent or malicious? what if you had been taken??

- you'd have to comfort the hell out of him to make sure he knows that you're okay

- "asra, hey, i'm fine! i can handle myself, you know that"

- "you're right, and i know you're right. it's just hard"

- "it's still hard for me, too. the market still makes me a little nervous and i got caught a little off guard, is all"

- that would make him feel better

- would finish patching up your wounds and would make sure to bring you to julian the next day if they were too bad for him to fix or needed stitches

- would also create a special brew to help with the pain and ease you to sleep

- "why don't i go down to the market tomorrow?"

- "why? so when you pick a fight over apples, i can pay you back for all of this high quality medical treatment?"

- "well of course, surely you didn't expect all this tender love and care to be free" *wink*

- panicked doctor mode enabled

- immediately begins checking you over, asking questions

- something tells me it would be a head injury of some sort

- "oh darling, what happe- you're bleeding!"

- "julian, i'm okay! it's just a little scratch"

- "no no no you might need stitches, come sit down. i'll go get my kit!"

- there's really no use in arguing

- he has cold ass hands, so he tries to warm them up before he begins suturing the wound

- tries to be gentle, and his expert hands move quickly without any snagging

- "so, how did this happen?"

- his voice is literally trembling

- "well, i was in the clinic grabbing the list of ingredients we need for our next grocery trip and there was a puddle of... something on the floor. i slipped and hit my head on the corner of your desk"

- immediately thinks it's his fault

- like "oh shit i should have cleaned better that could have killed y/n and then what would i have done-"

- doesn't necessarily voice this, but you can tell by the silence that follows that he's feeling really guilty

- would kneel for you, head on your knees

- "y/n, i am so sorry"

- "juli, it's really okay, i should have watched where i was going"

- "i'll make sure to clean better from now on, okay?"

- would guard you throughout the night in case of concussion

- nurse juli <3

- but let's say someone had put their hands on you

- would patch you up the same way, and apologize profusely for not being there with you

- tuck you into bed and fetch mazelinka to keep an eye on you throughout the night incase of a concussion

- would most definitely be self destructive and seek that mf out

- maybe not successfully, but would try his hardest

- "i'll be back in the morning, get some rest"

- "I can find them myself if I want to, you know"

- embarrassed blush

- because he KNOWS you can take care of yourself

- "of course, but right now you're hurt. as your partner, i will do what must be done on your behalf darling"

- probably shows up the following morning with battle scars of his own

- the guards found you in the garden, passed out in the maze

- blood trickled down your arm, a large gash marking your bicep

- ran you up to the palace and immediately to the medical wing

- them]n nadia gets word

- the calm, collected queen act disappears

- abandons anything she's doing, anybody she's talking to

- "we will finish this at a different time, i have more important matters to attend to"

- she is so worried and it's honestly adorable

- very much giving "where tf are they?" energy

- god i love her so much

- anyways um

- asks the nurses over and over what happened, if you're okay, etc.

- watches the physicians and nurses like a hawk as they clean the wound and suture the cut

- and they're so intimidated lmao they never come face to face with her literally ever

- brushes your hair back from your face as they do so

- holds your hands

- would demand that you be brought to her sleeping chamber

- so that's where you wake up! how cute

- she's laying beside you, her brows furrowed

- maybe even her eyes are a little hazy

- "y/n, sweetheart, do you remember what happened?"

- patiently waits for your answer, you're still a little groggy

- you were either attacked by an animal and passed out from the fright

- or you were attacked by an armed person and was knocked out

- either way, the guards are on it

- nadia isn't letting whoever or whatever did this get away without a fight

- the palace is meant to be a safe haven for you

- for the both of you

- "well, don't you worry, we'll take care of that"

- you try to sit up but she won't let you

- "oh no, you must stay down, y/n. you are possibly concussed from the fall"

- "oh okay, sorry"

- "is there anything i can get you?"

- the countess of vesuvia, serving you in your time of need

- "just some water would be nice"

- "of course, i'll have some brought up right away"

- i literally feel like he would just start crying straight up

- cause like he has some problems anyway

- he big sad boi

- and you coming home to the hut bleeding from a gash in the arch of your foot is not helping

- picks you and carries you to the bed without a word

- just starts examining the cut

- inanna is also very concerned

- she licks the blood from the cut, she's trying to be helpful

- meanwhile muriel is stumbling around the hut looking for anything to stop the bleeding, disinfect it, bandage it, anything

- but he's not the best about keeping that stuff in stock

- keeps looking back at you with worry in his eyes

- he doesn't know what to do

- "muriel, let me see if i can contact asra. maybe he or julian can bring me a salve. i'm pretty sure i'm gonna need stitches"

- low-key makes him feel worse

- cause he feels like he's unable to care for you and keep your safe

- even tho this was just an accident

- he's breathing really fast, his anxiety creeping

- agrees anyway, but goes to get them himself

- "i'll be back soon, just keep this piece of cloth pressed against it"

- cause you're bleeding like a lot

- inanna stays behind

- he returns very quickly with julian in tow, though he doesn't look happy about it

- leaves the hut without another word

- julian gets to work immediately

- "so, you cut your foot i see"

- smartass.

- "yeah, muriel always tells me to put on shoes when i walk in the woods but i love to feel the grass beneath my feet"

- julian chuckled at this

- "and i'm assuming you, what, stepped on a rock?"

- "...yeah, sliced it right open"

- after julian is done cleaning up the cut, he tells you to just stay off of it for a while and make sure it doesn't get infected

- once he's gone, muriel trudges back into the hut

- "muriel, baby, it was just a cut it's not a big deal"

- but his eyes look hurt, and you beckon him toward the bed

- "hey," your hands on his cheeks, "i'm okay, really"

- "sorry, i just got scared. blood is still a trigger for me and since you got hurt in my woods, i felt like it was my fault"

- "muriel, of course it wasn't your fault"

- he really needed a hug

- after this instance, he made sure to keep medical supplies in the hut and you promised to try and wear shoes in the woods more often than not

- "i'll try my best to be more careful. deal?"

- sweet lil smile

- "deal."

- "oh my god, y/n, what the hell happened??"

- you were tending the garden

- without her supervision

- and the garden sheers might have sliced into the palm of your hand

- deep

- brings you over to the sink and runs water over the cut, covering it with a towel when the dripping blood had been washed away

- girl is on the move

- cause she knows what to do! love that

- low-key a main reason why julian managed to live as long as he has

- pepi is curiously perched atop one of the counters, peering down

- finds her personal first aid kit she had stashed in the bathroom

- guides you over to sit on the counter while she tries to figure out what to do

- "damn, you really cut yourself, y/n"

- "sorry! i think i just got a little carried away"

- she giggles at that, though she is still worried about the fact that it won't stop bleeding

- gently wraps the cut in gauze and adheres it together

- places a kiss to your fingertips

- "all done! no more gardening for you!"

- "hey, why not?"

- "well you don't want that cut to open back up again and again, do you?"

- "no"

- "alright then," she smiled, moving to put away the first aid kit again, "and we're going up to the palace medical wing first thing tomorrow morning to make sure it's not infected"

- eye roll

- "yes ma'am" you mocked

- even though you know it's just because she loves you

- "but since you got hurt, you want me to bake you some cookies?"

- "only if you let me eat the dough!"

- good god do i love this man

- but he is so self-absorbed it's actually insane

- and I feel like he wouldn't even notice at first

- cause he's too focused on himself

- gazing into the mirror without a care in the world when you walked in

- "y/n, thank goodness you're home, how do you feel about these pants?"

- you just hobbled to the nearest seat, hand resting over the gash on your knee

- mercedes and melchior were lazing across a rug at the base of his mirror, their attention set on you

- "u-um, yeah, they look good"

- literally just trying not to bleed out, over here

- "good? oh really, now, y/n don't they look amazing?"

- "yes, they look ama- ow, damnit"

- then he turned around

- immediate shock and worry! oh no oh no y/n is hurt!

- mercedes and melchior walked over first, whining as they took in the cut, brushing around the edges

- lucio raced over, squatting down in front of you, and began examining the cut

- "hey, hey, what happened?"

- "i accidentally tripped on my walk in the garden and scraped my knee on the cobblestone"

- he was lightly touching around the cut, gauging how sensitive it was

- when you flinched he stopped, looking into your eyes with a soft "sorry"

- "i think i need to go to the palace infirmary"

- "oh there's no need, i can take care of you!"

- you were not convinced he could take care of you, at least not well

- "uh, lucio, are you sure?"

- he looked slightly offended, at that

- "you know, y/n, i did fight in battles at one point. i have not only tended to my own wounds, but the wounds of others, as well"

- you giggled at the thought

- "much to your protest, though, i'm sure"

- he moved to the small cabinet of medical supplies in the ensuite to your bedroom, returning to your side with it in hand

- "at points, but i don't mind helping you in the slightest"

- for all of his antics, his soft side was enough to make you fall in love all over again

- and although i know he would take care of you in literally any situation, i can't say for certainty that he would stick around and place nurse lucio for long if a person had hurt you

- attacked you

- much like nadia, the guards would be sent out without a second thought, lucio leading the pack in the search for you aggressor

[yukkeykiss]

Happy Birthday Cove!

Cove Holden x GN!Reader(?)

Summary: Cove's anticipation with his lover's gift for him on his birthday.

Content: fluff! just fwuff!!

A/N: this is written with it being a self insert in mind, but no names or any of my self insert character's features are mentioned. this is also in 3rd person POV and is more focused on Cove.

happy birthday to the loml, he's so precious to me aaaaaa i hope u enjoy!!

Cove's birthday was something he always looks forward to, thanks to his childhood best friend -now lover- who always makes it their point to celebrate it and surprise him with little gifts throughout the day.

Now, Cove knew that his lover was up to something. He knows because they have been avoiding him all day, making up excuses to be somewhere else, running away when he saw them. Normally, he would've been worried -he still is- but the reassurance that his birthday is tomorrow and they're most likely planning something, all he can do is wait and look forward to it.

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Even though he knows that his lover is doing something for him, Cove can't help but feel bored without them. They're practically attached to the hip every chance they're not busy with their own thing, so he can't help but feel like the day went slow. Plus, it was night now, he doesn't think he can sleep peacefully with the anticipation he was feeling.

Sighing, he glanced at the watch he has on his wrist, eyes widening upon seeing it was midnight. Did he really just lay down on the bed and stared into nothingness for hours thinking about his lover and their previous times spent together?

As he contemplates if he should try sleeping now or continue thinking, he heard a knock. At first, he glanced at the door but it didn't open and another knock was heard that didn't come from the door. Head whipping to the window, he quickly got to his feet and opened it.

"Geez Cove! How do you manage to climb up my window most of the time?" was the first thing his lover said as soon as the windows opened.

Flabbergasted, he trips over his words as their words didn't register in his mind "W-wha? What are you doing here?" he asked.

"Getting you, duh." they said, as if it was so obvious.

"You could've used the door, you know? Or text me so you didn't have to climb up!" he retorted, trying to get them to come inside his room.

They stayed just outside his window, siting on the sill with a pout "I wanna be romantic, okay? Besides, you always climb up ny window, I want to experience it too."

With a sigh, Cove's lips turned up into a small smile as he shakes his head "Alright."

Silence took over as both of them stared at each other.

"Happy birthday." they spoke first, a smile on their lips. Cove leans close and held their cheek, caressing it "Thank you."

They giggled and resisted the urge to nuzzle closer to his hand "Is it okay if I take your out now?" they asked, looking at him.

"Is this what related to what you've been doing all day?" he asked, chuckling when he saw how their eyes averted away from his, a muttered yes coming from them.

"You can."

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Cove was led to their lover's hill, as they like to claim, just outside their house. Where they hangout at times and just lay on the grassy field with poppies.

They both sat down and just took in the scenery. The salty water just down the hill that meets the dark sky, the sand below where they usually build sand castles when they were younger.

After a while, they started shuffling around and called out to him. Looking at them, Cove's eyes went to their hand, holding out a piece of seashell with a string.

"I made this for you. It's a seashell shaped pendant with our picture in it. It's not the greatest but I figured you might like it." they said, turning shy the more they speak. Handing it to him.

Cove just stared at them for a second, processing the feelings that was rushing through him from the gift he just received. He inspects it and then opens it, just as they said, it's not perfectly made but it was decent enough to open and close.

Getting teary eyed, he held the pendant close to his chest before engulfing them into a hug. Words cannot describe the emotions that he's feeling. To have someone like his lover just makes him feel so loved.

"Thank you." he muttered. He didn't realize how much he was saying it until his lover chuckled and placed a kiss on his cheek, trying to pull away to look at him.

"I'm guessing you must really like it, huh?" they guessed, holding his cheeks and caressing it with their thumbs.

"Like? I love it!" Cove said, a delighted look on his face as his cheeks were warm "I love you." he added.

It's their turn for their cheeks to warm up "I love you too, Cove. Happy Birthday again."

if u liked this, u should definitely check out the art i made for him on twt B)

[sevmch]

hq boys as dads calling you while you're away bc your child wouldn't stop crying

characters: kuroo tetsuro, bokuto koutarou

warning(s): none, just fluff. kuroo is v father material aahh!!

a/n: this was sitting on my drafts for a while now. other characters coming soon 👀

kuroo tetsuro

you were overseas for two days to attend a convention that your job required which meant leaving kuroo and your child

kuroo was admittedly and without a doubt, a really good father so when he told you not to worry about them, you left without any worries at all

kuroo knew everything - how to prepare milk and baby food, changing diapers, how to get them to sleep, how to stop their tantrums, basically everything

still you bugged him all the way to the airport to call if something were to happen or if he needed help with anything such as locating the diaper and milk powder

afterall, he was rarely on baby duty since his job required more of his time compared to yours but he has never failed to provide you and his son the time and affection

the first day went by smoothly and without a problem, that is until the next day. your son just wouldn't stop crying so he had to call you to calm him down

no matter what kuroo did, your son just wouldn't stop crying even when he was cradling him gently in his arms and rubbing his back. their child has been crying for almost an hour now, only getting louder and stronger despite his best efforts to calmly shush him or lull him to sleep.

the morning went by pretty fine; kuroo fed, bathed, and played with their son - even changed the diapers twice. their son seemed to be in a pretty good mood throughout the morning but apparently, babies get mood swings too, and that's when the crying started.

kuroo tried basically everything from trying to get their son to drink milk, to giving the pacifier, and humming baby songs he could think of but all his attempts failed. their son wasn't bored nor hungry and was definitely not sleepy so it was starting to worry kuroo.

"hey bud, you're scaring me now," kuroo cooed, softly pressing the back of his hand against their son's forehead but the temperature was fine. kuroo knew all the baby stuff without sweat, even the signals of what they needed but this was entirely different. it was only when then their son pointed to the picture of the three of you framed on the wall that kuroo got his answer. pressing a soft kiss against his son's temple, he whispered softly, "i know bud, i miss mommy too."

kuroo grabbed his phone from the couch and called you, chuckling when you instantly answered on the first ring with a hint of worry in your voice. "tetsu, what's wrong? are you both okay? should i get on the next flight?"

"relax kitten, we're fine. we just miss you."

"awe, i miss both my boys too."

"mama's on the phone bud." kuroo switched to loud speaker, smiling widely at their son who looked at him with wide, doe eyes upon hearing your voice. the crying eventually died down as you kept speaking through the phone with your cute, tiny baby voice until your son fell asleep in his arms.

"is he asleep?" you asked.

"yep. hey, you should use that baby voice often. it's cute," he teased, grinning ear to ear.

"shut up."

the rest of the afternoon was spent at a mall near the airport, buying toys and new clothes and stopping by for ice cream before waiting for you at the terminal.

"look bud, there's mommy!" kuroo crouched to level with their son, pointing at your figure from a distance. their son's eyes lit up when spotting you, giggling and reaching out his other hand that kuroo wasn't holding.

"awe, it's my two favorite boys! i missed you both so much!" you said sweetly, dropping your bags to hug your son.

"i missed you so much, love." you hugged kuroo tightly when he stood up only for him to hug you tighter, peppering kisses on your cheeks.

"missed you more, kitten," he said softly, pressing a light kiss to your lips before carrying your son. you really had nothing to worry about.

bokuto kotarou

you were a little bit worried about leaving bokuto and your child even if it was just for a couple of hours. you had to visit your parents in kyoto and dropby for groceries on the way home

it's not that you didn't trust him, you were just not quite sure if the house would be exactly the same as when you left knowing how bokuto and your child loved to play A LOT

you considered calling akaashi to babysit the two lmao

bokuto matched your child's energy so while you're incharge of all the serious baby duties, bokuto was incharge of playing and goofing around with your child while you rested

really, your child got their hyperactiveness from bo

you were also the one who dealt with the tantrums while bo assisted, so when bo was left to deal with your son's tantrum alone, he panicked and was about to cry himself because your son was crying and it made him sad :(

you left the house around 6 am after preparing breakfast for your husband and son as well as the other things that bokuto will need for the day. althought bokuto spent a lot of time with your child, it didn't always include the serious baby duties so you knew for sure if you hadn't displayed the diapers and vitamins on the counter in advance, he'd be flipping the house upside down searching for them.

you also left a note on the fridge that consisted of all the instructions and reminders to serve as a guide. you trusted bokuto, of course, but you really just didn't want to come home to a mess.

bokuto's arms snaked around your waist and squeezed you lightly in his hug, nuzzling his face at the crook of your neck. "can't you just take us with you?"

"i'd love to kou, but our son just recovered from a fever so it's best if he stays home for now."

he nodded, visibly frowning. you cupped his cheek to get him to look at you. "kou, baby, i'll be back before you know it."

bokuto pouted, looking at you with puppy dog eyes and it took everything in you not to cancel your plans. "call me if there's a problem, okay?" you kissed him goodbye and left.

with the note you left him, bokuto had no troubles throughout the morning routine even during bathtime. he would send you pictures and videos from time to time so you wouldn't have to worry, also because he loved sharing things with you.

bokuto loved playing with your son, loved seeing the adorable smile and hearing the soft giggles during their playtime even if it meant having to crawl on the carpet with his son on his back like a horse.

bokuto was filming him walking around with a huge smile on his face, "come to dada, little guy." your son just recently learned how to walk on their own so their steps were still unstable and wobbly and this resulted to your son tripping on his own feet.

bokuto could shit his pants right now, quickly fumbling to his now crying son to comfort him.

"hey little guy, it's okay you're good, dada's here now." he's whispering comforting words while gently rubbing on their back but the cries only got worse, the tears streaming down the little guy's face nonstop and this made bokuto's heart sink, feeling his own tears pool in his eyes. "shh i'm sorry, i'm sorry... you're okay, i gotchu."

his hands hesitantly reached out hug your son, so fragile it scared bokuto. he was calling you now and thank god you answered right away.

"kou?"

"he won't stop crying and i don't know what to do, can you come home now please? i think i just made our son hate me."

you sighed, "he doesn't hate you, kou. can you tell me what happened?"

"i was taking a video of him while he walked around but then he tripped and i swear i was watching over him! he won't stop crying, oh god i'm gonna cry too."

"did he hit his head? is he seriously hurt anywhere?"

"no," bokuto mumbled and you sighed in relief.

"okay that's good. it'll be fine babe, kids fall sometimes, okay? especially at this stage where they're learning how to walk. just carry him around for a while and he'll eventually ca-"

"what if i drop him?! should i ask akaashi to come over??" he pressed the phone between his ear and shoulder, gently and carefully lifting his son from the ground, pressing him close to his chest despite being nervous.

"you won't drop him kou, i'll punch you if you do, and no, do not call keiji. you got this, babe, you're his dad and he needs you not his uncle."

it took a while to convince bokuto that he was going to be find and to get off the phone so he can start comforting your son. bokuto did as you said, cradling him in his arms while he walked around the house and pointing to the pictures on the wall until your son finally calmed down. the only problem was that his son would start crying again whenever he attempted to bring him down, tiny hands clinging around his neck and onto his shirt.

you arrived home around 8 pm, announcing your arrival only to be met with silence at the door.

"kou?"

your eyes softened as soon as you found him asleep on the couch with your son on top of his chest, his strong arms wrapped securely around the tiny human being. you quietly kneel beside the couch, stroking bokuto's hair which slowly woke him up.

"i'm home." you smiled.

bokuto brought a finger to his lips and you pressed your lips together, taking your son away from his arms so you can tuck him in for the night.

"i'm sooo tired," bokuto whined, resting his head on top of your chest and cuddling close to you as soon as you joined him in bed. "it's my turn to be baby."

you snorted, bokuto's soft snores filling the quiet room in just a few seconds. "goodnight baby."

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[confused-as-all-hell]

oh i know.

cym as things that happened in rwrb

i love you, yknow that?

you as the scene where the six go out until three in the morning, and there's spraying champagne and smudged glitter and henry on his knees on the makeshift stage and alex losing his goddamn mind and bea with the rose between her teeth and pez helping june on top of the table that they both instantly fall off laughing and nora sprawled over everyone and drunk in the backseat of a car and they're all so very intoxicated and it's just intoxicating // because you're it, okay? i'm never gonna love anyone in the world like i love you. so i promise you one day we'll be able to to just be and fuck everyone else // that's the choice. i love him with all that, because of all that, on purpose.

@saltyfortunes as the scene where henry and alex are by the lake in the house making breakfast, early, before anyone else is even up, and they're trying to make pancakes and laughing and stumbling over their own feet, and it's just so inconsolably happy and flushed with summer and safe. it's somewhere you want to stay forever // henry kisses his mouth over again over again and says quietly, "you are good"

@investmentofmyheart as the scene where it's raining and alex storms into henry's apartments and yells for him to let him in, and it's slick and raining outside because it always is in london, screams, your royal fucking highness at henry's door and refuses to leave until he shows up. and when henry finally lets him in, he and alex are both shouting at each other in the palace where henry says a hundred heirs of history would hate what they've done, and just alex says, i fucking love you, okay? as if it's the only thing he was ever sure of, and if loving henry's the only thing history will ever remember him for, he'll be happy, even if history hates them, as long as they knew that alex existed and he loved henry, and i have strong feelings about this, forgive me // i want to fight everyone who’s ever hurt you, but it was me too, wasn’t it? all that time. i’m so sorry // "what do you want?" "i want you--" "then fucking have me"

@twelve-kinds-of-trouble as the scene where the president finds out her son is bisexual, and comes up with a powerpoint that basically says, i support you, i love you, i'm so happy you're with someone but how about anyone but the prince of england? or as the scene where alex admits he loves henry, and ellen goes, do you feel forever about him? and alex, so slowly, nods because of course this is the boy he loves, but will the world be okay with it? can he trust the world with his heart? and the world says, yes, yes, yes. // it’s a mural of himself and henry, facing each other, haloed by a bright yellow sun, depicted as han and leia. henry in all white, starlight in his hair. alex dressed as a scruffy smuggler, a blaster at his hip. a royal and a rebel, arms around each other. he snaps a photo on his phone, and fingers shaking, types out a tweet: never tell me the odds.

@the-sky-is-full-of-stars as the scene where henry and alex are arguing, bickering over some stupid slight or another, and it escalates and one's lip is bleeding and an ankle trips a leg and they both tip into the Crown Prince's wedding cake and accidently start a war over the pettiest fight ever // someone else's choice doesn't change who you are

@wafflesandschemingfaces as the implied scenes where alex and nora, iconic best friends, get drunk in hotel rooms together, watch a fuckton of movies in secret, and pretend at having sex so the papers think they're having an affair, just so alex can win the bet he schemingly made with june // i was young and full of hope, and you let me embody the american dream: that a boy who grew up speaking two languages, whose family was blended and beautiful and enduring, could make a home for himself in the White House. you pinned the flag to my lapel and said, “we’re rooting for you.”

@thebonecarver as the love letters alex and henry wrote to each other -- letters of love so inherently indomitable. letters written about the curve of a spine and the nomenclature of saints and the swell of hips and the forbidden romance of a laugh and confusion and youth and a stumbling first love. you love a little like that. fiercely. you love your friends like it's the only thing you ever want to be remembered for // have i told you lately that you're brave?